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privitivium · 3 months

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thinking about a closet-perverted feminine man whos very into leopard print, pink w/ chunky highlights who has the hots for you so badly in a way he's all confident around others but around you he's shy and awkward hngnghgh

i plan to actually make fics/oneshots with better punctuation overall instead of these short little ficlets,,,, but most of the time i be drained for no apparent reason. Wtfrick. i might rewrite this idea soon. tis rushed and sloppy, fast paced,, wrote in mostly one sitting,,, horrayy!!

;; masturbation,, he jerks you off. Is a creep

Sampson.. he is not one to care for compliments from strangers nor friends, but still immensely appreciated the gesture.. a small, 'aw thaaanks!' in gratitude to those mentioned, but when you compliment him - it doesn't compare to the others, even if it is merely as simple as commenting on how cool his belly-button piercing isㅡ'uaah... thank you,,,' he would murmur more earnestly, his voice growing higher in pitch - an unconscious quirk he does when speaking to you,,,

he thinks coming off as more feminine overall would appeal to you - unaware of your sexual orientation despite asking around.. no one really cared to ask you and you didn't really care to tell people.. you didnt date anyone on campus or off campus, no long distance or anything! What was Sampson supposed to do with that information??? Was he supposed to assume you were a virgin or just not interested in anyone??? well,, rest assured, he's gonna fucking find out, mhm!!

Sampson's a perverted guy, alright? He can admit that. Warm tan and toned body completely bare and sprawled out on top of his sheets, haphazardly stroking along his length of his single apartment.. pink tip beading the pearlescent thickness he longs to imagine as yours, and he lathers his palm - mixing it with the fucking lotion that was apart of his "jerking off routine". stroking along his length at a slow pace, wanting to drag this out.. his lamp at a low tone, barely lighting up the room but just enough to see the naked bodies strung out along the magazine pages. he was just trying to find someone that looked like you,, wait ,, how could he be so stupid??

he pulls his sticky hand away from his cock lazily, tossing the magazine to the ground and hurriedly rushes for his phone - bringing up your social media.. you don't post alot, much to his distaste, but you still have pictures of you.. all by yourself, usually, much to his merriment!!! ending the session with a burst of hot, seed all over his hand and blanket, having his phone-holding hand up to his face like a little freak, merely admiring your form! you post yourself at the gym - posing for fellow gym bros and something else about receiving criticism in the caption.. not that he cared to read it during the moment, more focused on busting over himself.. ahem.

The next day, uneventful. No classes besides in the late afternoon, caught up with everything.. nothing to do.. so he decides to do what he usually does. Stalk his gallery full of pictures of you. Various taken with consent, some without.. merely admiring, while sipping on an iced coffee with pink glossy lips.. he styles himself as every other day to impress you… he found that lavender colors are more appealing to you - which he was currently dressed in accompanied with low-rise skinny jeans that were practically compressing his genitals into his body.. his “chunky” highlighted hair parted to the side and tucked behind his ears and thoroughly straightened.. caught up in admiring himself, he was disturbed by the message from a friend.. inviting him out. What else did he have going on? besides admiring your pictures… it couldn't hurt, sampson supposed begrudgingly..

Imagine his excitement, when catching sight of you with your shared group of friends at the meetup spot!! Trying to hide his excitement and appear neutral as he neared the restaurant, and spotting a chair open next to you,, hurriedly, ahem, slowly, he makes his way toward the table full of friends and companions, indulging in meaningless conversation and questions about what to do for the day.. the others, a duo, complaining about having a day full of tutoring at theㅡ he didn't bother listening after that, more caught up in what you were adding to the conversation..

“Oh, yeah! If you don't have anything going on right now, why not come back with me?” You offer a half-grin that looked more like a half-smirk that made his heart tremble - friends knowingly glancing at each other and whispering incoherently with one another across the table. “Of course..!! I would love to...” Sampson grinned broadly, glossy lips stretched into a pretty smile,,

he was so excited,, being invited over by his crush - his future lover?? he could practically feel the swell of arousal building up underneath his low-rise jeans.. curse him and his skinny jeans! damn!

i mean, being brought to ur shared house where all ur housemates can promptly ogle him as he walked by, definitely made his heart tremble.. practically vibrating in excitement knowing that you were the one holding his hand and leading him up the staires carefully rather than anyone else,, it felt surreal,, leading him up to ur room as if you were leading him up the stairs to fuck after a night of drinking,,. he really needs to stop thinking like this. he has nothing to cover his future boner with+!!!

you showcase the hall - odd pictures and most certainly random trinkets decorating the interior and shelves... his heartbeat speeding up to a disgustingly uncomfortable pace, that still felt damn good, as you neared your bedroom at the end of the hall.

immediately began admiring your room, absolutely marveling. like woah,, this is the place where you jerk off?? and he then spends a moment imagining where and how you do it,, on the bed,, on the chair,, at the window,, an audible grunt leaves his lips as he shivers, shaking himself free of the thoughts in an attempts not to get a boner which you obviously take notice; innocently thinking the absolute innocent annoyingly enough, "oh, hey.." you frowned, eyes raking over sampson's figure briefly before stepping toward him, "are you cold?? here, have a blanket, man!" you grinned broadly, laughing softly as you reached over him; offering one of the throw blankets that were folded at the end of your bed..

“Thank you..!” He shivers, holding the blanket around his body akin to a tent,, hugging himself. “You're so thoughtful..” receiving a nod and a pat on the shoulder, before abruptly pulling away at the sound of a ding coming from your cellular device,,

Checking your phone and - “I'll be back real quick!..” you tell him, leaving the room and closing the door behind you,, immediately, he takes the time to snoop - reaching for under the bed. It's where he hides his stash, so why not look there first? And, how predictable.. a box, he pulls from underneath the bed and looks through its’ contents - your thundering footsteps nearing - and he sees that it's all,, pornography,, various polaroids of hardened dicks, yours, he recognizes funnily enough??

“What are you doing -??” Your worried voice breaks his focus, and how stupid of him,, “that's.. not cool..” you clear your throat while staring down, the door closed behind you, hurt and obviously embarrassed as you catch sight of what exactly is in his handsㅡprivate stuff, bro!!

“W-Wai-t!” His voice breaks, dropping the pictures carelessly as he springs up and makes his way toward you - trembling with a pretty ,, obvious bulge pressing against the fabric of his jeans. "j-just watch me.. just watch me. Please." Sampson breathes, hand ghosting over your jaw before tugging you gently toward your messy bed. Voice low and amber eyes half-lidded as he presses against your body, on top of you and - his knee finding its’ way in between your legs and lewdly compressing against your clothed soft cock.. the mere feeling of it sending waves of excitement through his smaller, stronger frame., he squirms against you, fiddling with your shirt but not making any move to pull it off.,,

“okay..! okay, no worries.. it-it's okay..” you choke out, concern washing over your lackadaisical expression and worry taking hold of your bold tone, observing sampson and fidgeting against him to get your crotch away when his knee presses against your dick - clothed or not.. you're sure he felt up the shape of your muscle.. your heart thumps against your chest and you're sure he feels that too-!! “I-I'll watch you do whatever..” You swallow thickly, a little unsure - remembering your friends downstairs.. the lock on the door..

Sampson's eyes, pupils blown wide as if he were on drugs as he stares up at you - being pressed against you sends butterflies through his belly, and he worries briefly about throwing up on you,, “i like you,, i like you so much..” he breathes out - jaw clenching shut as his lips thin, it was a mere slip of the tongue-!

“woah.. you like me??” Your eyes widen in pleasant surprise, a smile of disbelief slipping onto his lips, immediately forgetting what exactly you caught him doing - smile stretching wide as you place your hand along his shoulder, feeling the faux lavender underneath, certainly not minding being pressed against your bedroom wall by such a pretty man who was staring up at you with doe-like eyes..,,. “No way you like me..”

“ㅡGod, yes , I fucking like you.. i love you.. i- i have a crush on you, yes.” He corrects, not wanting to scare you off so suddenly - not wanting to ruin whatever the fuck was happening - and definitely not wanting to move away, unwilling to showcase his erection,, you probably felt it though.. and yet, you're not moving away, huh??? must be Sampson's lucky day.. “.. you wouldn't mind if i did,, this?” He punctuates his words with action, pursing his lips as he places his cupped hand along your groin - to which you jolt in surprise and merely staring at his pretty face, not yet moving - sampson's fingers experimentally worming around and finding the soft length of your cock over your comfortable pants.. “do you?” his breath hitches - face burning uncomfortably as he stares up at you, wide eyed as if shocked that he'd ever get so far..

Choking out a soft, “no..” ultimately unable to look him in the eye as you feel the swell of heat building up from Sampson's stimulation,,

“Fucking.. gorgeous.. so beautiful.” He would shudder out, voice breaking while his spit-covered hand wrapped around the base of your half-hard cock - unable to keep himself away from you - wondering what it'd feel like inside him ,, and he finds himself gripping your cock and squeezing at the tip, wanting to be as close as possible while he slowly jerks you off, humming in contentment while sitting on your lap with his nose buried in your neck and inhaling your scent - ever so slightly rocking his hips against your thigh. Never did he think that the day after masturbating, he'd be the one jerking you off and getting himself off on your thigh,,

“i'll give you some material to masturbate to so you won't have to use those magazines..” he'd tease breathlessly, somehow willing himself to voice his thoughts,, hrrmm

#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#x male reader #dom male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #feminine male character #dom male character #male reader

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vamptizm · 2 months

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photobooth ⋆𐙚 — jj maybank

summary — you tell JJ that you love him while inside a photobooth (inspired by that tiktok trend)

pairing — jj maybank x reader

word count — less than 1k?

genre — fluff fluff fluff

warnings — none

it was an unusually calm and comfortable day in the obx. for once you didn’t have to deal with a mountain of problems on your shoulders or unbearably hot weather. it was just perfect, in your opinion.

“can we go to the mall?”, you asked a relaxed jj who was sitting next to you on john b’s sofa with your legs thrown over his lap. his thumb had been drawing shapes onto the exposed skin of your thighs as the side of your head leaned against the sofa, staring at his beautiful side profile.

jj wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of crowded malls and shopping, so it only came to your surprise when the boy nodded his head at your suggestion. “sure, why not.”

not wanting to ruin it for yourself, you smiled brightly and lifted yourself from off of him and the couch. standing now in front of him, you held onto both of his hands to ‘pull’ him up. jj pretended to struggle in lifting himself up without your help.

“damn, cupcake. when did you get so strong?”, he teased you with a grin on his lips once he was standing on his own two feet.

you simply rolled your eyes in faux annoyance and proceeded to drag him out of the château and towards his motorcycle. back then, you had been deathly afraid of the vehicle that you liked to call a ‘death trap’, but after countless times of riding in the back of it with jj, you learned to trust him and his beloved motorcycle. you were his little backpack, as he liked to call it. you knew he would never let anything happen to you, especially since he insisted that you were the helmet at all times, despite voicing your wishes of letting the wind blow through your hair and feeling it on your face.

after visiting countless of stores and with multiple bags held by jj, you gasped once you saw an empty photobooth. you happily dragged him towards it by the hand that was less full. jj hadn’t complained a single time, the smile on your face and the way your eyes sparkled whenever you bought something that you liked was like a reward to him, especially when he was the one buying you something with his hard earned money, despite you feeling bad every time.

the chair of the booth was small, so you found yourself sitting on top of the boy’s lap as you faced the camera and waited for the countdown. what jj didnt know, is that you had something very important to tell him.

“don’t make ugly faces”, you jokingly warned him.

once the countdown had reached zero, the first pose you and jj did was a normal one. two cute and happy smiles for the camera, with the sides of your faces softly pressed against each other and your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

in the second photo, you turned your face towards jj and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, causing the boy to smile wider than he had before.

before the click for the thirs picture went off, you leaned a bit closer towards jj’s ear. “i love you so much”, you softly whispered.

the boy turned to you in disbelief at what he had heard, a look of genuine surprise on his face as he stared at you with a soft gaze and hearts in his eyes.

before the last click went off, jj gently wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you in for a deep kiss, just in time for the camera to capture it.

“i love you more”.

#⇢ ˗ˏˋ vamptizm writes ࿐ྂ #⋆𐙚 ₊ ♡ 🌷 yuko #outer banks #outer banks one shot #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj outer banks x reader #jj maybank #jj outer banks #outer banks imagine

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im-a-marion3tt3 · 8 months

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...at this point i might as well just make a home for myself in your inbox, haha !! (please please please tell me if i'm in here too often !!) i notice that you're still wanting fic requests so i can't stop myself from popping in again :0

i have two suggestions, but goodness, please don't feel pressured to write both. and if neither of them interest you, that's completely fine too !! <3 (as a cw, both requests are related to your sh/ed fics)

the first is a request for (yet another O_O) continuation of the swiss/phantom storyline. you've left me wanting more again, haha !! so perhaps swiss' screaming match conversation with dew and rain about their negative influence on phantom ?

if that doesn't take your fancy, the line in sickeningly sweet "sure he told mountain a lot but never that much" has also got me wanting more of your writing and storytelling ! i'd be really interested to know what you think phantom has and hasn't told mountain in regards to his issues with eating (and maybe even dew as well, because mountain mentioning that dew told him a few extra details that phantom hadn't has got my brain running wild with possibilities !!)

this got very long, i'm so sorry :0 and i have so, so much more to say about all of your writing too !!? but i'll leave this ask as it is for the moment, since it's already quite long <3

Omg sorry I took so long writing this. I like drowning in work rn but I finally have the time to write again! I like your idea of Mountain and Dew so here you go! Thank you for the suggestion so much and I hope you like it! Sorry it's a little short.

Dew was laid on Mountain's chest, the two of them inside of the green house on a reclining patio chair. Gently, Mountain dragged his hair through Dewdrops long hair as he gently hummed. He had been working with both Phantom and Dewdrop on their eating, being the only ghoul to have enough patience and not tell the two to "just eat". So he found himself here, enjoying the warmth of the greenhouse.

"How's Tom?" Dewdrop asked softly after a few minutes of silence. After Mountain had taken him through the list of genuinely concerning side effects, Dewdrop had felt terrible for what he had done and turned to worrying for Phantom far more than himself.

"He's getting there but it's not great. He cried over having to eat breakfast. It took him half an hour to even try it but it's better than last week when he simply fell asleep rather than ate," Mountain said in a sad tone. It had broken his heart to see the poor kit distraught over essentially nothing; but he knew it was basically everything to Phantom.

"I'm so sorry," Dewdrop whispered, his heart shattering some. Mountain just rubbed his back and sighed, feeling sorry for both of them.

"It's all my fault, Mountain, I was the one who started this," he murmured biting back tears before continuing on in a meek voice, "I d-didnt realize he was going to do this so sometimes I'd point out the calories in things I wouldn't eat. I didn't even think he knew what a calorie was. And I said so much hurtful shit after that too. I thought he wanted me to be mean to him, I really did. I thought I was making him better by being worse." Tears streaked down his face by this point as Mountain held him close, just letting him get it all out.

"And, and, I made him hate his favorite food. Do you remember when Copia would get him cakes or cookies or just something sweet after every concert? And how happy he was to get them? He was so proud of himself... And I said he looked so much better not having eaten that shit. That it showed on his hips and that it was the reason he was starting to look like a little piglet. Why did I ever say that? This is all my fault!" At this point Dewdrop was sobbing, his body shaking as he cried. Mountain just held him tightly and let him cry. To think that both of them thought like that though, it made him want to cry too. They were both getting better though, and that was what mattered. What had been said couldn't be undone, so all that was left was to hopefully undue the damages.

#ghost the band #the band ghost fanfic #phantom ghoul #ghost #ghost angst #the band ghost #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #tw ana shit #tw disordered eating

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deanandsam-winchester · 2 years

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New beginnings

Dean huffed getting up once again to check the front window of the motel room. Making sure the parking lot was still as quiet as ever just like he had done periodically since they got there. he relaxed a bit after finding nothing changed, everything was still in its place. The hunter knew if anything wanted to come in it would have to enter through there since the other windows and back door had symbols frantically scribbled over them. Shutting the curtains and turning around he was met with the same sullen look that made his heart ache just hours earlier.

Kamora was sitting on the bed still in her pajamas which happened to be a pair of shorts and one of deans shirts she had stolen. Her hair was messy and her eyes looked tired as she sat with her knees to her chest curled up in a fetal position. "Is it safe?" She meekly questioned him her innocent eyes full of worry and fear. He sighed going to sit in the chair he dragged close to the foot of the bed that faced the window "its quiet, too quiet if you ask me but dont worry." he comforted her. She watched him pick up his shotgun yawning as he loaded it. "You should get some sleep, its late." he spoke not looking back at her still focused on the window. Crawling closer kam hesitantly reached out to him knowing that he didnt like for her to be too clingy with him. She couldnt help it though after he had saved her from lucifer, literally carried her out of hell to safety. How was she supposed to feel after dean had cared for and protected her as if she was his own flesh and blood. Maybe this time would be different she thought leaning into deans side.

Now for a second he thought about pushing her off him thinking that in an emergency it was better for him to be able to move freely but he complied to her need. With a gruff grunt he shifted a little allowing her to wrap her arms around him with her leg in his lap. Partially burying her face in his shoulder she looked up at deans concentrated face "d-dean..." her muffled voice full of fear and concern. At the sound of her voice his body seemed to release all its tension "whats the matter firefly?" He responded. Dean tried to calm her by using the nickname he gave to her the day after she escaped hell, kamora didnt speak much at first and would cry when left alone or when touched. but now it seemed he couldnt get her to stop talking and she was often found exploring places on her own almost a completely different person than who she was before. he knew kam was definitely spooked after the sudden news that sam got hurt on a hunt because lucifers rage over the Winchesters taking his precious little toy away from him finally caught up with them. He still remembered the arch angels words 'I'm taking back what's mine' is all lucifer said to dean as sam leaned on him bleeding violently.

Snapping back to the present dean felt a shift from her as she scooted closer "can you..." She began. He could tell she was nervous about asking him this question but didn't want to let it go, "can you tell me a story?" kam squeaked out. the green eyed hunter shook his head looking down at her foot in his lap thinking to himself how did he get himself into the situation. He put his gun down next to him a little annoyed at her request but weirdly he could never say no to her "alright one short story and then you go lay down, deal?" She replied with a nod.

He thought for a moment on which story to tell her before his eyes wandered to the design on her silly socks. Dean bought them for her as sign of trust, It had baby pigs on it; which dean knew any baby animal was her favorite. "How about a classic? The three little pigs." he began before tickling her foot causing her to snatch her foot from his lap giggling adorably. "There once was a family of three little pigs... the first was smart, strong, and handsome" dean smirked leaning his head on hers. He continued deciding to make this story interesting "the second was also smart, strong, and handsome but not as much as the first; the third althrough she was the littlest pig was brave, adventurous, and beautiful" She smiled up at him. he gently pulled one of her curls "with a head full of curly brown hair." he let it go watching as it bounced back making her blush. "Now the first two pigs were told by a very grumpy kitty to take Care of the third one because a big bad wolf was after her for her bacon." he paused as she let out a giggle over the silliness of the story. Dean gave a small smile moving forward with his story as she relaxed more "the second got hurt because he thought he knew a way to stop the wolf but that only made him angrier so it was up to the first to protect the littlest pig." he frowned a little feeling he was doing a terrible job to calm her. He snuck a peek at her noticing she was beginning to fall asleep so his story couldn't be to bad "now the first pig decided to be smarter than the second and bait the wolf away, waiting for him to get sloppy so he could strike him down though the third pig was so scared she couldn't sleep so the first pig gave her a magic sleeping potion and put her to bed" He teased as she cuddled closer getting sleepier by the second. He stopped listening to her soft yawn "in hopes that she would be asleep soon, the end." he finished. Dean removed her arms from around him "hey little piggy you remember your promise? Go get some rest." he stated sort of sternly watching her crawl back into bed with a slight frown. He let out A sigh of relief as she curled up with a pillow and fell fast asleep. dean got up again and checked the window "still nothing?" He questioned knowing he should have seen something by now.

Just as he was settling in next to the bed to keep watch over her and the door there was a loud crash from the bathroom then silence. The hunter got up slowly grabbing his gun and taking one last look at her sleeping peacefully Blissfully unaware. With an annoyed huff he braced himself without making a sound dean made his way over to the source grabbing the bathroom doorknob. he mentally counted to three then yanked the door open and instantly everything around him changed like he was teleported somewhere; but not just anywhere. Looking around dean immediately knew where he was, he was home before his mothers death and before all the hunting. it was all quiet but something seemed off to him and his suspicion only grew when he heard the faint crying of a baby "sammy?" he questioned slowly moving towards his baby brothers old room.

The door creaked open showing everything as it was back then like he had traveled in time but he knew that wasnt possible there had to be another explaination. Walking into the dark room dean peaked into the crib and his eyes went wide as panic set in; the baby in the crib wasnt sam it was a baby girl with big brown eyes and honey colored skin. "son of a bitch" he rushed out of the room as all the walls and furniture aroumd him started to distort, melting into the motel bathroom he had previously expected to see. there was an immense pain in his head "kam!" He called out turning to see the door shut but a weird light could be seen flickering in the space at the bottom of the door. dean groaned touching the knob to open the door but he quickly snatched his hand away from it feeling a sting in his hand. confused he stepped back kicking the door down being met with a out of control firey inferno as it busted open "damn it, kamora!" He called out again. No response from her caused him to panic more since he couldnt see much because of all the smoke and flames. taking off his shirt dean covered his mouth and nose swiftly running through the fire hoping she had survived somehow and escaped outside. Once out there he looked around but nothing was different it was like the fire was alive but why? He thought. Then there was a big boom making the ground shake and all the cars alarms go off as if there was an explosion, looking back he saw the fire turn blue before it seemed to extinguish itself. Dean crept forward taking one last look around before going back into the now scorched room "kamora!" He yelled still getting no response. he knew she wouldn't just ignore him so assuming the worst he tried to find some remains searching the room for any trace of her. thats when he heard it "fuck" he cursed turning towards the faint sound of a crying baby, walking to the bed he brushed if all the ashes finding the very same baby girl he saw earlier. He looked confused but once he saw a glimpse of a sock with a little pig on it he knew just what had happened.

Picking up the baby girl the hunter wrapped her gently in his shirt soothing her as he did. "alright little kam, let's go somewhere safer." He spoke calmly as she relaxed snuggling into him "what am i going to do with you?" He sighed listening to the sirens coming their way, quick as he could getting into baby he drove off before the cops showed up and asked too many questions that dean didn't feel like answering at the moment. Looking down at the baby in his arms he smirked "sam is just going to love this." he sarcastically stated groaning knowing the younger Winchester would tease him relentlessly as the baby smiled up at him. She laughed and cooed as he laughed "oh so you think that's funny, you always were a little trouble maker." With A deep content sigh Dean started on his way back to the bunker; back home to tell the others about the new beginning.

#new beginnings #dean winchester #kamora #the hunter and the phoenix #dad dean #supernatural

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kristiewritings · 2 years

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Hey thereee it's 😶 anon!! Ty so much for posting my ask! If its not a bother, could you do diluc, childe, kazuha seeing reader break down? Its been a long day hehe. You can add any character to it, ignore if u dont want to, its ok. Ty so much!

hey there again!! btw it’s ok, im actually in a hotel rn and i was just swimming like 10 mins ago so i didnt see it. but yeah thanks for asking! also my nails are actually broken because my friend slipped on the rocks and fell on my nails so i might cry in pain lol

but anyway

characters: diluc, child(e), kazuha

tw: just some mentions of overworking & swearing :)

a/n: short n’ sweet bc i have no ideas and i just came from a roadtrip with my friends to a hotel because we wanted to spend money

Diluc 🍇

when diluc sees you breaking down, he panics immediately 😔

he thinks its because he didnt do enough to protect you from the others

he tries his best to comfort you, really 😕

but usually he ends up just massaging your back while u fall asleep

when he tries to leave to do paperwork you just hug his torso ☺️

so he can’t leave and he sleeps with you (stop being horny 🤬)

so when he sees you crying one day,

diluc comes home from work, hoping to see you greet him with a hug. but no. he heard sniffling sounds from the bedroom and immediately went upstairs.

he found you, curled up in a ball on the bed. he didn’t ask you about what happened anymore, keeping in mind that you might not want to remember it. but if you ever needed to tell him he would always be there.

he stroked your back slowly, letting you relax for a bit. then he followed you into the bed and held your waist. although he was already falling asleep, he tried his best to stay awake so that he could comfort you if anything happened.

an hour passed by since he found you. you were sleeping peacefully and diluc decided maybe it wouldn’t hurt if he slept for a bit. so he did, his form relaxing behind you and shielding you from what could hurt you for now.

more utc!

Childe 🐋

childe was very much going to comfort you, whatever the reason may be

he’ll cuddle you to sleep and wake you up with your favorite food 😄

then he’ll take you shopping 😌

but there’s a twist 🤯

he may look like he doesn’t care but

deep down he just feels guilty that something happened to you

and childe feels that he wants to just 🔪🩸

but he doesnt do it because you'll be upset

*he swears in the bathroom that he'll kill whoever hurt you and whoever will try to*

"I F*CKING SWEAR I WILL NOT ALLOW ANYONE NEAR [NAME] YOU HEAR ME ? WHICH ASSH0LE DARES TO HURT MY BABY ?

so instead..

when childe comes home from hanging out (being dragged because zhongli has no mora) with zhongli, he sees you sitting on a chair near the dining table. he sees a bunch of papers along with pens scattered along the table's surface. when he walks up to you, he says

"[name], what happened? are you overworking again?" he asks, slowly wrapping his arms around you. "no childe. just some.. work i forgot to do." you answered, forcing a smile on your face.

he knew something was wrong, and you were certain he wasn't buying it. so you just left him alone, thinking 'maybe he's going to busy himself with some other things.'

soon, he came back with your favorite dish. he said, "hey, take a break for a bit. here, eat this. it'll help you energize a bit." he set down the dish and handed you a separate plate with a spoon and fork.

he ate some as well, keeping an eye out for you. after you finished your portion, childe invited you to sleep for a while. you told him you had more work to do, but he just dragged you up.

well, you'll be sleeping for a while.

Kazuha 🍁

kazuha seeing you cry will be broken :(

he'll think it was because he left you for too long and now you feel alone

but if its someone else who hurt he'll have a nice little talk with them 😄🔪🩸

but anyway

he'll cuddle you and make sure you're comfy

if anyone tries to come near you he'll watch them from afar

will and WILL spoil you with little trinkets he got from his travels

one day, when he comes back with beidou from inazuma after dropping off the traveler there, he finds you waiting for him on a bench near the docks like usual. instead of running up to him, you're just sitting there, sniffling.

kazuha rushes to you instantly. he holds your hand and kneels in front of you, talking to you softly. "what happened? did someone hurt you?" while stroking your back.

you shook your head no, and kazuha didn’t press you further. he just held you there and let you calm down before giving you those little things he got for you.

hello! kazuha’s is pretty short because my friends said we’ll miss the dinner buffet but still I hope you liked this!!

note: YALL THANKS SO SO MUCH FOR THE NOTES 😭

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themand0lorian · 2 years

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BEHIND THE MASK // 6 // RECOVERY

Summary: Dieter Bravo is not that good of an actor.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating: Teen

Words: ~4800 (AO3)

Tags: enemies to lovers, miscommunications, lots of Pandemic talk, Dieter has a lot of explaining to do, fluff

minor movie spoilers for his Cliff Beasts Character

Notes: Final part! Hope this makes the hurt worth it! (also, written after watching the movie, but really not changing much about him based on it--because I didnt love it :P lol so I guess this is an AU now?)

The question caught him off-guard.

“Any new romances on set we should know about?”

Yes, he screams internally. Yes. There’s this girl--I’ve only been away from her for a few hours but it’s making my skin crawl. Her smile lights up every room she’s in, she’s the smartest person I know. I would fight with her just to kiss and makeup. Just to see that cute crinkle of her eyebrows or to hear her hum in annoyance. In a sea of falsities, she is the most beautiful truth. I would worship at her altar every day for the rest of my life.

She stayed.

She stays.

She’ll stay.

He’s done this before. Had the very public whirlwind romance, only to very publicly end in turmoil. He’s given his whole heart, just to get it torn and handed back to him when they couldn’t handle him. Couldn’t handle the rumors, the drama, the paparazzi, the infamy that came along with his name. Watching their own name get dragged through the mud as the villain.

The other option, as he’s found out, is to be used; for money, for fame. Wait for him to fall, get what they want—a new car. A leg up for their next role. A tell-all interview. Never him.

But you were different—you never asked for any of that, never wanted anything from him but him. Within an instant, he swears to himself, he won’t let that happen to you, won’t let the world drag you down. Won’t let Dieter Bravo bring you under his swell.

So he lies.

“Can’t think of any.” It comes easily; the smirk he’s worn for years, the standoffish attitude. He slips into it like his familiar robe.

“What about this?” The pictures make his stomach drop. He wants to stare at them; to commit each detail to memory, to fill in where his own lapses. The look on your face, the look on his own. Just you, framed by flowers that pale in comparison. He stutters a bit before looking back to the interviewer.

“Where the fuck did you get this?!” The interviewer gestures for the camera person to cut, sighing deeply.

“Mr. Bravo--” “No—tell me where the fuck you got this, right now!” Dieter’s out of his chair; he wants to kick, scream, punch. Instead he paces, crazed; pointing in the interviewer’s face as he speaks.

“This isn’t doing much to support your ‘no romances’ answer.”

“Excuse me?” The anger still laces his tone, but confusion underlays it.

“I’m just saying—Mr. Bravo—these pictures are coming out either way. If we don’t air them, someone will. If you want people to believe that nothing happened—then you need to sell it.” Dieter stares at him, dumbstruck. He’s right; he could take the photos, tear them to shreds, threaten legal action—they would just be sold to the next highest bidder and released anyway. Angrily, he plops back down in his seat.

“Fine. Ask me again,” he growls.

“What?” “Ask me the fucking question again,” he orders, and the interviewer gestures for them to roll the cameras again. When he sits in a more similar position to before, the interviewer repeats himself.

“What about this?”

“What can I say, man—you asked about romances. Not hook-ups—a man’s got needs, you know.” He winks at the end, trying to cover the bile rising in his throat. If this interview had happened before—before lockdown, before the bubble, before you—these would’ve been his answers. It feels like another filthy part he plays, a movie he doesn’t consent to.

“So she’s just ‘fulfilling your needs?’” The interviewer repeats it back to him with raised eyebrows, but Dieter takes it as a gesture to tell him to double-down. Show everyone he’s telling the truth.

So he does.

“More like I ‘needed’ a way to shut her up,” he laughs. “We had fun, but she—she’s a real tight-ass for a PA. Besides, gotta keep the options open.” He wants to suck the words back into his mouth, but he can’t; some part of him wonders if he went too far. If you would understand when he told you. Still, the interviewer presses on, and he feels like he shows his Oscar-worthy skill in response.

“Surely you’d have your pick of the lot--maybe someone prettier than her.”

“Not a hard task,” he replies with a laugh. “Maybe tonight.”

“That should be everything, Mr. Bravo. Thank you.”

“When does this air?” He asks, a bit nervously.

“Not sure—a few days, probably.” With that, the interviewer packs up, leaving him to the mess he made. He had to have done the right thing—right? This is what you would’ve wanted? To be kept out of the spotlight—to love in secret, like you had this whole time? That had to be it, hadn’t it? The word hadn’t crossed his mind, but now that it did, it rings between his ears. You love her. Love. You love her. Does she love you? You love her.

He needs to tell you. Right now—right in the middle of this PA training, he needs to tell you, to get it all out there. He makes it about halfway to the crew hall before realizing; he needs a plan. He’s Dieter fucking Bravo—he needs fireworks and symphonies and opulence like you’ve never seen. He needs to show you, and tell you, how much he loves you.

He needs you. Plain and simple.

He asked the concierge up to his room for help. The flowers, he could do; could pay a gardener to set things up, could order them online. For something like this—some big, momentous thing—he needs reinforcements. He needs to keep things a secret; the look of your surprise after the flowers made his heart flutter. He wanted to chase that feeling again.

She shows up almost immediately; the girl has been pulling double-duty, helping with some of the wardrobe changes on set as well, so he knew her pretty well. Knew her name. Before you—they all stayed nameless. But he knows her name now.

He invites her in; he’s already spewing ideas. Pacing around the room, he spits out everything he can think of; recreate Stardew Valley in real life? Adopt a dog that looks like the one from Zombeavers? Nothing feels like enough; enough to show you just how much his love for you wants to explode out of him. She nods to each request, scribbling things down. When he excuses himself to the bedroom, hoping to grab the Cliff Beasts shirt you love to much, to incorporate it somehow, he doesn’t even stop talking, a mile a minute.

He’s rambled so long, by the time he returns and looks at the girl for her opinion—he’s speechless.

“Woah—what the fuck?” He immediately shields his eyes like the sight has blinded him; the girl stands in the center of the room, fully naked, presenting herself to him like a prized package.

“Like what you see, Mr. Bravo?” She asks seductively, traipsing across the room towards him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He shrugs her off of him, keeping his eyes covered comically.

“Is—is this not what you called me up here for?” She shrinks back on herself a bit, face faltering.

“No! I—weren’t you listening? I’m trying to figure out a grand gesture to tell her I love her!”

“Oh my god, I thought--Mr. Bravo, I’m so sorry,” she quickly prances back to her clothes, hastily putting them on.

“Jesus Christ--”

“I just—I heard your reputation, and the other girls, and—"

He still pointedly looks away from her as she scrambles; eventually fully covering herself, though her underwear, kicked under the table in her haste, gets left behind in her mortification.

“Just—just go. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll just—I’ll figure it out myself.” She nods hurriedly, scurrying out of his room in embarrassment. He huffs, falling into the couch, hands scrubbing over his face—maybe he could plant you your own flower garden?

After a fitful night—many new ideas scribbled on a napkin on the bedside table—he decides he’s just going to ask you. Sneakily. Figure out if there’s something you’ve dreamed of, something that felt impossible, that he could make possible. He’s so excited by the prospect, he’s awake way before you’re scheduled to arrive, sitting and waiting in the sitting area for you. After a few minutes of nervously tapping his fingers, he grabs his phone—maybe he could research hot air balloon rides.

The texts from his agent go ignored, as usual. He doesn’t even read them before swiping them away. Before setting to his research for his lofty ideas, he opens Twitter—and his face falls.

The pictures are everywhere. The things he said being blasted for being cruel, or celebrated for being honest. Every aspect of you—things he loved, things he never even knew—have been broadcasted to world. Article after article speculates about you, your job, your life—how you’re a gold-digger. You couldn’t even pay your rent before, according to one article with a statement from your landlord; you were using him for money—

His brain feels like mush. The words move through it like rocks through a sieve, and within a moment, he’s on his feet, storming through the mansion to the crew hallway. Nick stands in front of your door—the one he walked you to every night. Was he in on this? Did he know all along?

“Mr. Bravo—” Nick tries to move in front of him, but Dieter snarls.

“Where the fuck is she? I—I need to talk to her.”

“Mr. Bravo, don’t—”

“Nick, if you don’t move, I’m moving you,” Dieter growls lowly. Nick tries to stand his ground, but Dieter shoves him, albeit gently, out of the way and busts into the room.

“Sweetheart, did you see—” His heart stops when he sees your luggage on the bed, ready to be zipped closed. He came to get the truth, and you’re—you’re leaving? You got what you wanted and you’re leaving? “What? Where are you going? What are you doing?”

“I was fired, Mr. Bravo. For ‘inappropriate workplace relations.’” You won’t look at him, though Hailey glares in his direction. He looks around the room, trying to think of something. Something to buy more time, to get the truth.

“What? I—Let me talk to them, I can—”

“Haven’t you done enough?!” Hailey adds, cutting him off. After some silent stare-off between you, she leaves reluctantly. He flounders for a moment; trying to find the words to confirm his fears, to see what’s the truth, but you beat him to speaking.

“I saw a video of the interview. Did—did you mean what you said?” You sound so small, so beaten down. It doesn’t feel real; it feels like everything he’s done for you, everything that’s happened—you thought what he said was the truth?

“What? You--you know how I feel about you.”

“Do I? I know how your character feels. About Dolly. I know that you spent a lot of money on me—The only words I’ve heard from you are from the interview. So I want to hear the truth. From you.” His heart shatters; of course. The money. Just like the article said, just like your landlord said, it was always for money—bile rises in his throat as he turns on his Dieter Bravo persona, slipping back into it like a comfort blanket to shield his broken heart.

“Sweetheart, this is show business. We were having fun. I told you, everyone wants something—money, jewelry, fame--"

“God, you idiot!” You interrupt. “This wasn’t just ‘fun’ for me! I--I didn’t ask for any of this! This—your money, your name. I never wanted anything but you! You, Dee. That was it.” The words pierce him; yours don’t match what he’s heard, what’s been said--

“But clearly you don’t feel the same way. You were so busy worrying about what I wanted, but you finally got what you wanted all along--I’m leaving. You can move on to a prettier PA or wardrobe person or whoever the fuck came over last night.” You throw the panties at him, and he awkwardly catches them; he has no idea where they came from, but he has a guess—the concierge last night. She had hurried out so quickly, maybe she forgot them, or planted them, or--

“Sweetheart, c’mon—” It’s somewhere between his Dieter voice and his regular voice, realizing how this must look to you. You clearly knew she came by, saw him invite another woman in to his room after telling you he would wait. He’s hurt you, profoundly—he knows it. But he doesn’t know how to fix it. “No. Don’t. Don’t—call me that. I’m leaving now, Mr. Bravo. I have to—I have to go. So if you’ll excuse me.”

“I thought you stayed when things got hard.” It’s the only thing he can think; the thing he’s always respected the most about you. You’ve both made things hard, both hurt each other, him more than you, but you’re both so clearly in pain, as evidenced by your final words as you leave him behind, just like everyone else.

“I guess we’re both not who we said we were, then.”

He looks to his feet ashamedly. His eyes dance over the table as he does, seeing something glimmer; he already knows what it is before he approaches, but he does anyway, palming the necklace in his hand.

It was never about the money. If it was—you would’ve taken this. Would’ve sold it, would already be cashing in on his name on your client list. You wouldn’t be silently crying in your cramped little room, throwing red underwear in the waste bin, leaving the necklace for someone else to find. How could he be so stupid? How could he ruin this before it even started?

Nick finds him in the same spot he left him; staring blankly at the necklace in his hand. He clears his throat awkwardly, coldly; it’s clear whose side he’s on.

“Mr. Bravo—we’re too close to the end of filming, so I’ll be your PA for the next few weeks. We have a call time in fifteen—” “Nick,” he interrupts smally.

“Yes, sir?” “I—I’ve made a huge mistake.” Nick’s never been particularly friendly, but he was always amicable. Professional. He’s turned icy now, barely acknowledging Dieter. “Yes, sir,” Nick confirms, some anger hiding behind his voice. “You have.”

He follows the hashtags religiously throughout the day. Watches as photos crop up, you shielding your face to the cameras as you go into your apartment. You walking out of it fifteen minutes later. The bulbs illuminate past your sunglasses, and when he zooms in, he can see the tears behind them.

A video surfaces, burly paparazzi shouting questions at you like you’re not the most precious thing in the world, clearly ready to break. They don’t care about that; don’t care about you. They care about the headlines—and they get one.

“Miss! Miss! Where’s the necklace!” “Miss! What was it like working with Dieter Bravo!”

“Did you sleep with him?! What is he really like?” “Did he really pay off your apartment?” You stop, whipping around, and then steel yourself, pushing the sunglasses up. Several microphones get pushed in your direction as you put on your strongest face.

“This will be my only statement, so pay attention. I was Dieter Bravo’s PA on the Cliff Beasts set. My apartment was paid for by the PA company as a stipulation for staying on-site with them. I have returned the necklace, and I would like to go back to my normal life now. I do not know anything about who Dieter Bravo is as a person besides in a professional capacity. He’s made it abundantly clear that I—I mean nothing to him. So please—just—leave me be.” Several more questions get tossed your way before the video cuts out, but you get back into your car, driving away.

He can hear the choked words on repeat for the rest of the day. He’s supposed to dance with the beasts, but can’t get the beat right—I mean nothing to him. He misses his line, the big reveal for him as the villain—I mean nothing to him. He can’t think straight.

He hears from Hailey as she chats with the other PAs—you left your apartment. It was being swarmed at all hours, you felt unsafe—another dagger to his chest—and you had to leave. You lost all your biggest clients, your work website was hacked and you couldn’t recover it. The paparazzi have finally moved on to the next scandal, but your life is in pieces; interview requests keep coming in. No doubt for large payouts, for the opportunity to hurt him the way he did you.

But you never take them.

You could tell-all. You could talk about the drugs, or the sex, or the gluten allergy, or him at his weakest points; you could say he’s lost his acting edge, could say you had slept together and it was bad. You could ruin him, like he did you.

But you never did.

It’s the last day on the Cliff Beasts set; the last press junket set to wrap. Dieter’s happy his character dies at the end; he never wants to see any of these people again. Nick is gathering the last of the company’s things in his room, and Dieter watches, before interrupting.

“Nick?” “Yes, sir.” “How can I fix this?” Nick freezes; he knows what he means.

“I—I don’t work for you anymore, sir.” 5 o’clock has ticked past, so technically, it’s the truth.

“That’s why I’m asking you,” Dieter retorts quickly. “It’s the only way I think I’ll get the truth out of you.” Nick ignores the comment, continuing his work, so Dieter tries again. “I could—I could invite her to the premiere? Or send her enough roses to cover her front porch. Or do another interview? Explain everything?” Nick sighs heavily.

“Mr. Bravo—is that what you think she wants? Or is that what you want?” Dieter looks at him owlishly. “I just—you’re being selfish, Mr. Bravo. The girl I met—the one I hired, the one you like—she wouldn’t want any of that.” With his words, Nick dismisses himself, leaving Dieter to finish packing his own belongings. Of course, Nick is right. It’s been about him this whole time—he said those things, thinking what he was doing was right. He assumed, he ruined what you had, he got you fired, he hurt you. So what is it you want? Your fight rings in his ears.

“I never wanted anything but you! You, Dee. That was it.”

He knows what he has to do.

There wasn’t much solace in your life anymore. Sure, the paparazzi had stopped following your every move—some new, exciting scandal to cover, no doubt—but things still felt unsettled. Adrift.

You wallowed in your childhood bedroom long enough. Every ounce of strength was put into your statement to the cameras, the first day outside the bubble. Then you went to your parents house, hid under the covers, and cried.

Had you really been so off-base? None of this was you—to fall in head first, to deviate from the rules, and look where it had gotten you. Broken hearted and pathetic.

You texted with Hailey a bit; snippets of the day to let her know you were alive, even though you wanted to burrow underground in embarrassment. You knew Cliff Beasts was done by now—your previously allotted end date having passed—but still, you heard nothing from Dieter. Hailey claimed he took it hard, but you had squat to show you that, and so instead, you cried into your pillow like when Dave Sherman said he wouldn’t go to prom with you.

After days of this, of course, your mother got worried. She wanted you to get out, get some fresh air; not the easiest in the midst of a pandemic. But you follow her advice dutifully either way; especially when a coupon for the local botanical gardens makes its way to your inbox.

You move between the paths easily; capacity is way down, and only a few other people wander the grounds with you, stopping to learn about flowers or bushes or trees. You swallow beneath your mask when you see a couple stopped under a blooming willow tree, shaking your head of any memories of Dieter. Even something like this, something beautiful, tainted with his memory.

But it was good to get your thoughts in order. Even after all this—after everything he said, everything he did, the rogue underwear--you couldn’t hate him. No, in fact—you still loved him. You missed his touch, the way he felt when you snuggled into his side, his passion for bad Netflix movies. You missed how he made you feel like the most special girl in the world, how he seemed to like your flaws, how caring he could be.

You suppose he does that to all the girls, though.

Sighing heavily, you enter the large greenhouse; teeming with flowers and plants that are non-native to the area, it’s humid and warm, and the scents fill your nose even through the mask. A few others straggle toward the entrance, but it feels like you’re alone in the jungle, surrounded by life, by flowers—

By something beautiful.

You settle into a bench at the back of the greenhouse, trying to absorb the humidity and heat like the plants, to grow stronger. With a deep breath, you close your eyes, listening to the gentle waterfalls in the center of the enclosure, trying to relax.

You don’t see the others in the greenhouse ushered out quickly, or someone else enter. You don’t hear someone sit down on the bench next to yours. You’re so lost in your own world, thinking of Dieter, of Diego, of how stupid you feel, that you startle when you can practically hear his voice.

“Beautiful.” Your eyes snap open; the greenhouse is empty, save for the bench next to you. He’s wearing jeans, a familiar grey tshirt, a mask—but you know it’s him. His eyes bore into you, warm with something like regret; you can tell he was never looking at the flowers.

“What are you doing here?” You ask smally; part of you doesn’t want to talk to him, wants to storm out. But your heart hangs on.

“I—I came to find something beautiful.” “And?”

“I did,” he answers shyly. “I know you probably hate me, and I don’t deserve it—but please—can you hear me out? For just a minute?” You look around nervously, so he adds. “There’s no cameras. I made sure.” You take a moment to respond.

“I don’t hate you.” He nods, though you don’t expand, so he starts to babble.

“Maybe you should,” he chuckles, self-deprecatingly. “All those things I said—in the interview—I didn’t mean them. I—I saw this happening. Saw you getting picked to shreds, saw it hurting you, and I wanted to stop it—to throw them off the scent. But it still happened, and I’m sorry.” You nod, playing with your fingers in your lap. “The truth is—I’m in love with you. So fully, completely, madly in love with you—and when I came to tell you my plan, and how I felt—I saw you were packing up. And I felt so—so stupid, and wrong, for thinking I was worthy of anything but being used by you. So I doubled down, and—well—here we are.” He’s exasperated by the end, sincere eyes dancing over your face as you nod to his words.

“What about—I saw the girl. The night before I had to leave.” He shakes his head. “I assume those were hers.” “I guess,” he replies. “I—she’s been doing double-duty as a concierge. I asked her to come up and help me plan some big, elaborate way to tell you I love you, and when I turned around—she had the wrong idea, I guess. She knew Dieter Bravo. She didn’t know me. You—you don’t have to believe me—but I’m not a good enough actor to make this up.”

“You’re right. You’re not,” you chuckle smally, and he laughs too. “I believe you.”

“Please—please say something.” You swallow nervously.

“I—I don’t know what to say, Dee. I—I just felt so betrayed. Like everything I knew about you was just some elaborate ruse, a way to get what you wanted—”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, please—” “Dee—let me finish. You decided from day one that I would use you and leave you, and you let your own assumption come to fruition. I was never in it for your name, or your money, or anything. I was in it because I love you, too. With everything I am.” He nods, a brilliant smile practically visible through his mask; your use of the present tense all he needs to hear.

“I brought something—” He reaches into his pocket, the necklace dangling between you. Despite your confessions, you still feel miles away from him, separated on the benches.

“I—I don’t know that I deserve that,” you admit. “I left. I didn’t keep my promise.”

“You left because I made you,” he corrects. “It says everything about me—about who I thought I was--and nothing about you.”

“Who are you, Dee? Really?”

“I—Dieter is a mask. A character. I—I got too close, and I didn’t—he took over. I thought it was better like that. But you—you brought out the best of me. The real me. No masks, no characters. Just me.” You nod. “I am who I am because of you—and I like it that way.”

You’re rendered speechless; still, he gestures with the necklace in his hand, and you stand. He stands too, approaching slowly before relatching the necklace around your neck reverently. When you look up, still mere inches from him, it all feels very reminiscent of the rooftop; of what got you here to begin with. You pull his mask down until it pulls off his ears, then remove yours, as well.

“Say it again,” you ask gently, matching his eye contact.

“Say what again?” He can’t look away from you—not willing to let you slip away again.

“Tell me how you—Diego Bravo—feel about me.” “I love you,” he responds confidently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he repeats, pressing one to your cheek. You finish the sweep for him, meeting your lips to his for the first time. Every ounce of passion, of feeling, of regret, of love seems to pour between you, both of you resisting pulling away until the last moment, only to press your foreheads together instead.

“I love you,” you finish, gazing into his eyes, both your faces mirroring small smiles and adoring looks.

Two Years Later

“Mr. Bravo! Tell us—what was it like to direct your own movie?” “A dream come true,” Diego replies gleefully.

“They’re calling it a triumph in film! What was the inspiration behind Beautiful Things?” He glances behind him; you accompanied him to this red carpet, dressed beautifully, the necklace reflecting the camera flashes, smiling like the sun when you catch his gaze. He loved you just as much in that ratty Cliff Beasts shirt as this, but you urge him with your eyes to answer the question.

“Love,” he replies wistfully. “And the desire to surround yourself with beauty.”

“This is a big change from your acting career—a full rebrand. What caused you to explore your life outside of Dieter Bravo, to rebrand as Diego?” He reaches behind him, pulling you to his side. You preferred letting him take the spotlight, keeping yourself tucked away, but he wanted to show you off like his most precious prize.

“Someone reminded me who I really am—who I want to be. What I want to do. What passion feels like.”

"Aw, how cute," the interview coos. "And what about you, Miss? I heard you've started your own business--a service for celebrities looking to clean up their image?"

"Oh, yes. We're just starting out, so hoping for success--"

"I'm proof positive--she does a great job!" Diego interjects, but you squeeze his hand.

"But this isn't about that, or me--it's about Dee," you redirect.

"Well I hear there's a dedication to 'someone special' at the end of the movie--who I assume is you." Diego nods in agreement. "How are you feeling about that?" "I've never been prouder of him," you reply, and he beams. "He stuck through it--even when things got hard."

"Thanks to you," he smiles, and the interviewer melts.

“Do I sense wedding bells coming soon?” The interviewer raises her eyebrows, hopeful for a scoop.

He keeps his gaze on you as he answers.

“Sorry, a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” With that, he presses a kiss to your temple, closing his hand around your hip.

“Well, congratulations, Mr. Bravo. It sounds like you’ve really found something you love.” “I did,” he replies, not looking away from you as you smile wistfully at him. “I did.”

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technowoah · 3 years

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thinking about angst prompt 'you're right. you're useless' with c!jschlatt where all reader does is try to help him and they eventually get to a breaking point because all they do it give and give and give and get nothing in return so schlatt just turns around and scares the fuck out of them :D

Have a Heart

You end up helping Schlatt after hating his guts. And even though you give every thing to your new president he dosent seem to fucking care

- c!schlatt x reader

- gender neutral reader!

- prompt: 25) "You're right. You are useless" (angst list)

⚠︎: swearing, drinking, smoking, angst, mentions of vomit, c!dream makes an appearance 🤭 not proofread

An// I LOVE THIS SCENARIO UGHH! THANKS FOR REQUESTING AS WELL BUB! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

"Where's my fucking decree at?!"

"It's in my room Schlatt, please stop yelling." You tried to calm the ram-man down by talking calmer than him, but it only seemed to rile him up more.

"In your room?! Sounds like another fucking excuse that you didn't even finish them." Schlatt waved around his hands which one of them contained a lit cigarette in them. "Look at Tubbo he re-wrote one of my decrees before the festival, which is tomorrow may I add, and gave it to me. You havent even done anything I asked you." He scoffed.

You closed your eyes and held back a huge eye roll. You had done everything that Schlatt asked you to do, the decree was actually sitting on your desk in your room. This has been happening ever since Schlatt became president. He was more nicer, well as nice as Schlatt can get, but now he's been drinking like a moster and it never fails that he shows up to an important meeting drunk and makes you and Tubbo do all the work while Quackity and George are running free doing God knows what.

You had been loyal to Schlatt even when you didn't want to be, you had swallowed your pride along time ago. Every. Single. Task you do. And Every. Single. Time you get more put down that you already do.

Your head was hung low while he still spoke. "Hey! Were you listening to me shithead?! I need those papers by tonight!" Schlatt dug his finger into your chest pushing you back a little.

"Also get me my beer and bring it to the meeting room because apparently that's all you're good for." He finally left the long hallway, stumbling a bit as he walked.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding until you saw him walk away. You walked away to find Schlatg that beer and try to put on a smile for the meeting you are currently dreading. Quickly you stopped by your room to grab the stack of paper Schlatt was yelling about earlier and grabbed a beer from a random room. Schlatt always has alcohol and cigarettes in every room just in case he needs one.

Dragging your feet along the marble floored hallways you mad your way to the meeting room. You didn't want to get there first or even last so your mind switched up from speed walking to continuing your slow pace. You started to walk faster when you heard footsteps behind you.

"Hey!"

You turned around to see Tubbo waving behind you. You stopped in your pursuit to greet your friend.

"Hey Tubbo!"

"Going to the meeting I see." He smiled.

"Sadly yes." You sighed. "I already got yelled at twice today so-"

"Hey! It's better than three!"

"Tubbo!"

"Im sorry! But am I wrong?" Tubbo laughed a little.

"Well I wish it was zero. I give everything to that bastard and I get nothing." You breathed out.

"Really?! I get a lot of-" Tubbo stopped talking after the shock on your face was prominent. "You know what nevermind!" He waved off.

"Of course he would favor you." You walked off keeping a brisk pace with Tubbo apologizing for Schlatt's favoritism right behind you.

Once you reached the door to the meeting room you slowly opened the door to be greeted with, once again, a drunken president and his right hand man looking smug as ever when he had no right to be.

Schlatt's cabinet was a mess. Quackity was only the vice president because he partnered with Schlatt and George became, well, the vice president to the vice president. George was barely around anyways. Then Tubbo and you came from L'Manburg, hating Schlatt's guts at firsy you two learned to be okay with the treatment. And while apparently, Tubbo had better treatment than you, you still gave that president everything you had.

Everything you worked for was for that drunken man sitting at the head of the table. You basically devoted your life to him, writing decrees that represents Schlatts policies because "you dare not write something Wilbur would". You had pulled him from sleeping at his desk at nights, cleaned up his spilled wine and beer, picked up cigarettes from the clean marble floors. He pushed you around and you let it happen too, some people woukd say you've become weak and they were sadly right.

"Aye! Look who it is!" Schlatt slurred his words together. "There's my beer!"

"And your decrees!" You plopped the papers down on the desk as he snatched the beer bottle out of your hand.

"You have an attitude with me?" Schlatt asked quickly.

"No! No why?"

"'Cause you just threw my decrees on the table like they are some sort of scrap." Schlatt tried to find the right words. "Some sort of shit like its not important! Fuckin' have some nerve huh?"

You didn't respond and went to go sit by Tubbo across from Quackity. Schlatt apparently noticed and took it upon himself to say something.

"Asshole! You gonna respond to me?! I am your president!"

You fought the urge to snap back at him so you bit your lip as he continues to yell and make everyone in the room uncomfortable, even Quackity.

"Dammit!" Schlatt slammed the table. "Fuck you! I could kill you! I have so much power over you! I can control everyone in this damned kingdom that I'm second best to! This kingdom was owned by a tyrant! I saved all of you! And all you have to do is respond!"

He stood up during half of his breakdown, but you didn't know when. You could hear every single word he said, but your eyes were threatening to spill tears and you could feel Tubbo's hand grab yours underneath the table.

Schlatt huffed smoothed put his suit and sat back down in his chair.

"So! We're here for the festival."

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You softly closed your bedroom door not wanting to make more drama by slamming it. This whole week you held in your emotions and tears, but today was the breaking point for you. Your back slid down the door and you started crying, and crying. There was no need to try and deafen your sobs, because you couldn't even if you tried.

Your mind kept reminding you of every single event if today.

First. Tubbo didnt tell you he was still in contact with the former citizens of L'Manburg, and the only way you found out was that today at the festival you saw them and you asked Tubbo. He finally told you with his head hung low as you two stood on the podium. You felt betrayed.

Second. Schlatt gave you an extremely hard time making sure everything was intact for today's festivities. You were stressed out of your mind.

Third. The festival went down hill hard and fast. So fast everything seemed like a blur. Tubbo gave his speech, really fidgety may you add, and then Schlatt and Quackity began trapping him in cement, you tried stopping him, but you were pushed away multiple times. You knew who Technoblade was, so when you heard Schlatt call him up to the podium you started to freak out. Your heart started to pound out of your chest when he brought out an explosive crossbow and pointed it right at Tubbo's chest.

The next thing you know a huge, bright, colorful explosion went off and with you on the podium with Tubbo's murderer sparks flew and hit you, Schlatt and Quackity making all of you have some sort of burn marks. Tubbo was gone, soon to be revived again for his last life on this earth, but seeing him die like that was the breaking point for you.

You stayed on the ground with your knees to your chest sobbing loudly. It was too much for you. Your lungs felt like they had no air inside of them, and your heart felt like a million weights were hung on it. You kept crying until you heard a harsh knock on the door, that felt like they were trying to break down the door than get someone's attention.

"Stop sobbing so damn loud!" Of course it was Schlatt you rolled your eyes and stayed on the floor.

"Leave me alone!" You cried out.

"Damn you sound like you're in pain huh?" You heard him from the other side of the door.

It was silent until the door was forced open and you were pushed with the door on your side. You sat up again to see Schlatt, who was out of breath, above you and had another beer bottle in hand.

"Why did you open ny door?" You asked softly.

"Why didn't you let me in?"

"Cause you didnt ask."

"Excuse me!?" Schlatt grew angry.

"You heard me." You stood up facing the taller man with horns. He was scary, but somehow you got the confidence today.

"I dont think you know who you're talking to shithead!" Schlatt got closer, but this time you stood your ground.

"Im talking to a drunken, egotistical, ram-man who let someone kill the only person I had left!" You yelled in his face while tears fell on your cheeks.

"You do got some nerve! I saved you!" He turned around, his back facing you.

"You made my life hell!" You yelled at him. "You- you made my life worse! You made me feel like I have no purpose, but to serve you and your ragtag cabinet! You made me feel like a useless sack of shit, you-!"

"YOU'RE RIGHT! YOU ARE USELESS!" Schlatt quickly turned around his faced filled with pure anger and his eyes bloodshot. He was breathing heavily and all the confidence left your body as soon as he stumbled towards you.

"You're fucking useless! You're even worse than Tubbo and he was working against me!" Schlatt then let out a strained stream and smashed his bottle on the floor letting the left over alcohol spill onto the floor.

"Do me a favor and leave, go. I dont need you! I dont need this damned place given to me by chance! By a fucking vice president that dosent even do his damn job! I dont need you! You! You and those bastards ruined everything!" Schlatt yelled and then rushed out of the room while holding his mouth.

You followed him quickly into the hallway and watched as he stumbled into the nearest bathroom to throw up the alcohol consumption of today. The tears kept coming as you ran down the hallway hoping that you can get as far away from these ivory buildings as your feet can take you.

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Your feet hung off the edge of the prime path and underneath there was a small river. You had stared at the water running for about ten minutes since you got there. You noticed immediately when you set foot on the prime path that you had no where else to go except for pogtopia you learned about.

You sighed tilting your head up towards the night sky.

"Lonely?" A voice asked next to you.

You turned your head and saw the well known man dressed in green. Dream had his mask on, as usual, but hood was down letting his blonde hair show.

"Yeah actually." You responded not looking at him.

"I know what happened at the festival."

"Everyone does." You scoffed.

"What happened with Schlatt?" He asked and you turned your head with a confused look on your face. "Dont think I don't know anything that goes on around here."

"I don't know how you found out, but long story short I'm not allowed back there. I dont wanna go back there." You said while standing up facing the man.

"I have someone that can give you a place to stay. If you want to take the offer. Also I wanted to check up on you. You were so close to Tubbo and its hard to lose a friend." Dream spoke softly, but you could still hear him loud and clear even through the mask.

"Thank you. I would want to take the offer for a place to stay." You airly laughed. "I dont want to see Schlatt or Quackity again."

Dream chuckled while giving you a paper with an adress on it before getting ready to leave.

"Don't worry. He'll be dead soon." Dream said before turning around and walking down the prime path.

You should've stayed.

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clementinesjourney · 3 years

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The bookkeeper iii.

Words: 1,3k

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader

Warnings: kidnapping but no injuries, fluff.

Summary: You are saved from both of the fates you thought you had to chose from, now got a new job, and got to see the softer side of the most feared mobster in London.

After some complications Alfie called off the deal with the Shelbys which they didn't take too well. You both needed some time off, far from your shared office. Since you didn't have any friends or family, and he'd rather spend his free time with you, he asked if you wanted to go to the theatre, since they were playing Pride and prejudice which you both liked. Of course you couldn't say no. He opened the door to his private balcony in the theatre and let you enter first, before he sat down next to you. The first act was wonderful, you sat there totally immersed in the act. When it came to the first break, Alfie excused himself to bring some champagne. You were sitting, watching the people below you, you didnt even heard the door opening, suddenly a hand flew to your mouth, muffling your shouts, as two men dragged you out. They took you to Alfies bakery. Was it his men or someone else's? How could they come in here? You were tied to a chair, mouth gagged, sitting in silence. Wait for your end, or your saviour...

Soon enough you heard distant shouts, and gunshots.

*in the distance, barely audible to you inside*

Alfie: Thomas Shelby you fockin' bastard. It is I you have business with, leave the pretty lass out...

Tommy: You seem to forget we don't have business anymore.. However the italians promised good things... in exchange for your pretty lass... You know i like when i only have to lift my little finger for another's arm.

Alfie: Luca is as good as a deadman we both know that.. Sure enough you found my weakest point, but i still won't even have to think hard to have you all killed if as much as one strand of hair is gone from her head.

Tommy: Is she that important? Hope you doesn't forget our invite then.. As for the business.. looking forward to work with you again Mr. Solomons...

The door burst open, a few of his man barging in, making sure it's not a trap as you eye the floor, tears escaping your eyes. The gag is taken out, the ties are cut. When he tries to help you up, to have a hand around you to help you walk, you shove them off of you, walking silently towards the car.

He wants to say something, anything but no words are coming out. The ride back to the mansion is silent. When you arrrive, you hop off the car and lock yourself in your room. Your silent cries haunt him over the night, until you exhausted yourself enough to sleep. The next morning you look ragged than usual, puffy, red eyes, dark circles. You smoke your cigarette and do your job quietly. You feel him stare at you sometimes. In the afternoon he finally finds his words for the first time.

-Listen (Y/n)... I am utterly sorry that all of this happened, i shouldn't have leave you alone for a minute.

-Alfie.. it's okay, you didn't know. I am fully aware that even if i'd move to the countryside they would've come for me. Either them, or the italians. Since that fateful night my fate is to be whenever. If i were to choose i would still choose to work for you. I wouldn't be a slave, nor a beaten up silent wife.. Just please promise if kidnapping would ever occur again you'd come to save me.

-If it ever occur again, i promise to come.

-Good. - you said, and continued with your work. He stood up, and left.

It was around 8 when he got back. You were in the shower, so you didn't see but he put a bouqet of roses in your room with a note.

“I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.”

(pride and prejudice)

You smiled at this, then smelled the roses. You wondered if he liked you the same you came to like him.

You sat in the window, smoking, daydreaming of your boss liking you back the way you did. Little did you know he was looking up at you from the garden down below with the same, if not even bigger love than before. You acted as if today's events were the part of life. Any other woman would've cried, trashed, left but you just gave a small smile and stayed.

The next day, he asked you to have dinner with him. You heasitated, but agreed. You decided to wear the dress you did at the celebration. His eyes sparkled as you came down the grand stairs, but you didn't fail to notice that he wore a new suit as well. You smiled at him, and he offered his hand as he led you out to the garden. The little cobble road was illuminated by candles, leading to a small table in the middle, with candles and a bottle of wine. As you took in the view, you couldn't help but stop, which made him stop and look back at you. You looked at him wide eyed, as he smiled down at you, bringing your wrist to his mouth to plant a kiss on it, It was his habit of late.

-I figured.. it was about time i'd let you know why were you kidnapped..

-Wasn't it cause i'm your bookkeeper?

-No, these men play with the other's heart's content. You may be my bookkeeper, but you'd need to blind not to see...

-Blind not to see?... - you stood there surprised.

-Do i need to rechant Mr. Darcy for you my dear? -you chuckled at him, nodding with a raised eyebrow. Oh now you were testing him.. In his knoweledge and also his bravery.. You just needed to hear it from him really.

with a sigh he started

-"You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.I never wish to be parted from you from this day on..."

You chuckled as he quoted Mr. Darcy, his eyes sparkling as if you really were the most beautiful thing the ever set eyes upon. You stepped closer, snaking your hands around his neck, noses nearly touching.

“It is not what we think or feel that makes us who we are. It is what we do. Or fail to do.”

(sense and sensibility)

He scoffed, put his hands around your waist to pull you closer, then kissed you. It was soft, as if you'd break or disappear, but it gradually became harder, hungrier.. He only let go of your lips when you both were out of breath. He was looking into your eyes, losing himself in it, not letting go of your waist.

-I may not be as poetic as Austen, but i sure couldn't imagine another day without your lovely face.. Would you make me the happiest man alive?

-W--what? You want me to.. ? You.. ? -you asked as he smiled at you lovingly, he rummaged in his pocket for something.

-I cannot get on one knee, i hope you'll forgive that, but - he opened t he small box, revealing a huge diamond ring, as you gasped and held your hands before your mouth - and 'tis not new, it was my grandmother's, but if you'll have it.. have me, and promise to make the rest of our days happy as can be.. - he looked at you eyes sparkling, hoping you'd agree.

You just cried as you nod, burying your face in his chest as he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding until now as he held you closer. As you stood up straighter, he put the ring on your finger, and it fit perfectly. The staff of the mansion cheering on your from the etrance. Their once scary, merciless, frightening boss, was now a soft big bear.... You could say the beast found it's beauty..

#alfie solomons #alfie x you #peaky blinders #tom hardy #tom hardy x reader

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falcqns · 2 years

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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 (𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮)

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Wanda Maximoff x Thor Odinson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bucky discovers the fates of his children.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: parent finding out about the death of a child, fluff!

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: tagging @bish0psarrow as always! hope you enjoy!

"what?" Steve asked, dumbfounded. "your children's names are Wanda and Pietro?" he asked, and Bucky looked at him, even more confused than before.

"yes, why?" he asked. Steve shook his head, not wanting the thought of his daughter that he was in the process of adopting with Thor being his best friends biological child to take away from what he was supposed to be doing right now.

"nothing." he said, and even though Bucky didn't believe him, he let Steve continue. "how involved in their lives were you?"

Bucky shrugged. "it was off and on. the majority of my involvement was during their baby and toddler years, and then my visits with them got shorter and farther in between them."

"when did they stop?"

"when they were 8."

"did they know you were their biological father?"

"yes." he said, before looking at Steve. "look, Steve, why does any of this matter?"

Steve sighed. he knew he couldn't hide it from him any longer. Thor was supposed to be coming back in a few days, and he knew for a fact that Wanda would recognize him. there was no point in dragging it on if they both were going to find out on their own anyways.

"we found Wanda." he said, and watched as the expression changed on Bucky's face from confusion to hope.

"r-really?" he asked, his hands beginning to shake. "and Pietro?"

Steve swallowed, not making eye contact with Bucky at the mention of the teens name.

"Steve, you found Pietro, right?" Bucky asked, shakily. Steve nodded.

"then why did you just say Wanda?" he asked, and Steve, once again, did not answer. he could hear Bucky's breathing speed up, and could sense him becoming more frustrated, but no matter what he did, what he thought of, Steve couldn't bring himself to say the words 'Pietro is dead.'

"Steve." Bucky said, but Steve kept his eyes locked on the table.

"Steve," he said again, desperation clear in his voice. "what happened to my son?"

Steve blinked back tears, but looked up at his friend. "he uhm-" he stuttered, sniffling, thinking of the teenager who sacrificed himself to save a child. "he didn't make it, Buck." he managed out, and Bucky shook his head in defiance.

"no." he said, voice quivering, eyes swelling with tears as he began to process the information. "no, you're lying."

"Buck, i swear-," Steve began to say, but he was cut off when Bucky stood up from the chair and let it fall backwards and hit floor with a loud clatter.

"Steven Grant Rogers, you better stop lying to me this second, and tell me that my son is still alive! that he's fine, and if i walk out that door he, and my daughter, will be somewhere in this compound!" he shouted, and Steve stood up as well, ready to restrain Bucky if he was sent into a meltdown.

"Bucky, i wish i could. you know that." he said calmly, and Bucky ran his fingers through his hair, tears beginning to drip down his face. he sputtered out a sob, and braced his hands on the table as his knees buckled. "but he was helping us fight Ultron-"

"YOU LET HIM FIGHT?" Bucky shouted, and Steve flinched. "YOU LET MY 16 YEAR OLD CHILDREN FIGHT AGAINST A CRAZY ROBOT MADE OUT OF VIBRANIUM?!" he continued to yell, and Steve sighed, knowing he was right.

"we let them choose, Buck. we didnt force them."

"THEY'RE CHILDREN!" Bucky continued to shout, and Steve nodded once again knowing he was right. he shouldn't have let them fight. he should have kept them at the compound, away from danger. "THEY DONT BELONG IN A FIGHT LIKE THAT!"

"i know, Buck. i know."

"h-" Bucky stuttered, running his flesh hand over his tear streaked face. "h-how did he die?"

Steve sighed, and explained. "like i said, they were helping us fight Ultron. we were almost finished, and Clint jumped off of one of the transport vehicles to save a child that was left behind. at that moment, Ultron came swooping in in the QuinJet, and began shooting at Clint. Pietro threw himself in front of Clint and the child, and took the bullets." he explained, tears falling down his own cheeks. "he saved so many people that day, as did Wanda."

"wh-" Bucky choked out. "who killed Ultron?" he asked, and Steve smiled slightly.

"Wanda ripped his heart out of his chest with her powers, and then Vision finished him off."

Bucky sighed shakily, and looked at Steve. "where's his body?" he asked, and Steve swallowed the lump in his throat. "in med bay."

"he's still here?" Bucky asked, and Steve nodded. "he only passed a few weeks ago, and we've been putting off burying him until Wanda was ready."

"is-is she here?" Bucky asked. "is my daughter here?"

Steve shook his head. "not at the moment. she'll be back in a few days. we took her to Asgard for a little, so she's still there."

"we?" Bucky asked, almost sadly.

"me and Thor."

"oh."

"yeah."

Bucky cleared his throat. "can i see Pietro?" he asked, and Steve nodded.

"follow me."

"my poor boy," Bucky said, running his hands along Pietro's cold cheek. "you didn't deserve this." he whispered. he sniffled, and let himself cry as he looked at his child, all life drained from his body, which was littered with bullet holes. Steve rubbed Bucky's back, trying to soothe his friend as best he could.

"was there nothing that could be done?" he asked.

"no." Steve said, looking down at the twin of his daughter. "he was gone before he even hit the ground." he said solemnly. "he didn't suffer."

Bucky nodded, running a hand through his son's hair. "is he going to be cremated?" Bucky asked, and Steve shrugged.

"we were leaving it up to Wanda. maybe you and her could talk about it." Bucky nodded, and after running his hand over his son's cheek and kissing his forehead, Bucky let himself be led out of the room by Steve.

Bucky turned to Steve as soon as they made it into the living room. "Wanda," he said. "how is she?"

"she's..." Steve struggled to find the words. "managing. she's not herself, although i don't know what 'herself' is." Bucky chewed on his lip as he listened. "Buck, do you know what autism is?"

"ive heard it. i heard your Ma talking to mine about the possibility of me having it, but other than that, no i don't ." they sat down, and Steve took a deep breath, trying to remember how Bruce explained it.

"its a broad range of conditions characterized by challenges with social skills, repetitive behaviors, speech and nonverbal communication. Bruce thinks she's on the high functioning end of the spectrum, and the more i've thought about it, the more i think you may be too. it doesn't mean anything is going to change, but once we get her, and you, tested for it, it just means we'll have some adjustments to make so the both of you can thrive." he said, and Bucky nodded in understanding, just as there was a loud booming outside. they both looked to the left, where a stream of rainbow light was bearing down on the grass.

"they're back," Steve said, seeing the light vanish, and seeing Thor holding Wanda in one hand, her arms and legs wrapped around him, their bags in the other. Thor seemed to me talking Wanda, as he rushed into the compound.

"W-Wanda's home?" Bucky asked shakily, and Steve nodded.

"ready to see your daughter again?" he asked, and Bucky nodded, trying not to cry as Thor and Wanda came out of the elevator.

Thor dropped the bags as soon as he saw Steve. "Steve!" he said, rushing over to him. "she's asking for you. that's why we came home so early. she had a meltdown and won't calm down." he said, and Steve immediately scooped Wanda out of Thor's arms.

"P-Papa!" she cried out, gripping onto his Henley.

"shhh, sweet pea," he whispered. "what's wrong?"

"m-missed you!" she whimpered as she began to calm down.

"well, Papa's here." he said, and turned to face Bucky, who was eyeing his daughter nervously. "and, i have a guest for you." he said, and Wanda's head flipped up, and turned to see the visitor.

Bucky gulped, seeing his daughter process the fact that he was standing right in front of him. she wiggled out of Steve's arms, and slowly approached him, almost as if she recognized him, but couldn't process where she knew him from.

her eyes glinted red for a split second, before her lower lip wobbled, and tears poured down her face. "Dada?" she asked quietly, and Bucky's lips quivered before choking out a sob as well.

"цветок?" he asked, and Wanda launched herself into his arms, while crying.

Bucky wrapped both arms around Wanda, and the two of them continued to sob. Bucky slowly sunk to the couch, and he wrapped an arm around Wanda's back, and his hand cradled her head.

"Dada's got you," he whispered. "i'm here."

"missed you so much." she whispered, and Bucky hugged her tighter.

"i'm not leaving you, i promise." he said, and rested his forehead on her shoulder, smiling as he held his baby girl for the first time in 8 years.

"so," Bucky said a few minutes after tucking Wanda in for the night. "she calls you two dad as well?" he asked, looking between Thor and Steve.

"yes, James." Thor said, giving Bucky a soft smile. "we are - WERE - in the process of adopting her, but now that you're back-"

"no." Bucky interjected. "you can," he stuttered, trying not to cry again. "you can adopt her. she's better off with you two. i'll sign away my rights."

"Buck-" Steve tried to say, but Bucky shook his head.

"no. she deserves stability, i can't give her that."

"James," Thor said, resting a hand on Bucky's shoulder. "we're not going to take her away from you. she is your daughter, and you have rights. we'll work something out so that the three of us can take care of her, okay?" Thor assured, and Bucky nodded.

"thank you." Bucky whispered. "i don't know what i would do if i lost her."

Steve's hand came to rest on his other shoulder. "you won't. we're all here for you."

#in the end (all i have is you)#wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda x steve x thor #wanda x steve #wanda x thor #wanda x bucky #steve x bucky #steve x thor #steve x wanda #thor x steve #thor x wanda #thor x bucky #bucky x steve #bucky x thor #bucky x wanda

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uweresaying · 3 years

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final goodbye - Shouto Todoroki x reader

In the dorms of UA high school, class 1-A had settled into their rooms for the night. Deku was probably up practicing his quirk, while Katsuki and Iida were probably fast asleep, like most of the class. It had been a long day of vigorous quirk training, pushing the limits of how far they could go. But here you were, wide awake, sitting out on the balcony of your dorm. You had a cig in one hand, and in the other, you held your worn copy of Fahrenheit 451. You had problems with falling asleep, especially since the LOV attack at summer camp, so most nights you would just end up in this exact position. As you read, you caught a glimpse of your door opening, and the air was knocked out of you when you saw the heterochronic eyes of one of your classmates looking back at you. You raised an eyebrow as you took another drag, watching him close the door behind him, and shuffle over to the glass door in front of you, taking his time to take in the scenery of your room. There he stood, the same plaid sweatpants he'd worn the first night in the dorms when Mina insisted you guys all hang out in the common room to celebrate "moving in with one another". That had been 2 years ago, so you had wondered whether or not they were the same pants, but let that thought exhale from your mind along with the cig smoke. "I thought you quit that shit." the boy said, inviting himself to lay down on the mini couch across from where you were sitting. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, rolling your eyes at him. "I did. for about a year and 5 months." you said, taking another drag and turning your attention back to your book. Shouto let out a heavy sigh, turning away from the sky to look at you. "You know, I didn't give that key to you. It's pretty rude for you to use it." you said, not looking up from your book. "What are you talking about y/n, you did give it to me. plus, you never asked for it back. It was a gift." You let another half-assed laugh escape your lips, looking over to him with a look of surprise. "No, I didn't give it to you. I gave it to the person that you used to be. You're a stranger to me." As you met his eyes, you could see the hurt your words had caused. if you weren't about to take another drag of your cig, you would have probably smiled, but your drag was cut short when a firm hand grabbed the smoking stick from your mouth and put it out with his right hand. "Hey! What the fuck, do you know how hard it is to find a pack of-" "menthols around here?" he cut you off to finish. You felt your cheeks warming up as he sat down on the floor against the railing, looking up at you. Words were swimming in your head. You were angry. You wanted to slap him. But you also wanted to jump into his arms. Hold him close and let his strong form wrap around you and indulge in the safety only he could provide you. But instead, your muscles were stiff, water forming in your eyes, your face betraying you by letting him see a hurt expression start to cross it. "I don't know what you want from me." you finally uttered out, looking down at your chipped toenails that were crossed in your chair. "I want you to lie to me and tell me that the person looking back at me wasn't created because of the hurt I caused." he said, drawing your eyes back to him. You laughed a little, rolling your eyes before licking your lips and looking up at him again. "Well, I'm not a good liar, so I think you're shit out of luck." you said, making him smile a little. "Yeah, a good liar has never been high on your resume. I remember when you came to my dorm reeking of whiskey, thinking you had convinced me you hadn't been drinking with Mina and Ochako." he said, letting a small smile cross his lips. You smiled too, leaning back and looking up at the sky. "Yeah, and you bitched them out for encouraging me to drink on a school night while all three of us were hungover." you said, watching a plane fly by in the distance. You both sat in silence for a bit, in fact, you had let your eyes fall shut, just enjoying the sounds of nighttime. "I never meant to act the way I did." he

said, causing you to look at him, a lazy look over your face, before rolling your eyes and looking back up at the sky. "It's all water under the bridge at this point. It happened. I let it, and you go." you lied. "It honestly surprises me you feel anything about me, let alone remorse for how you treated me." you said, beginning to feel fed up with this surprise visit you knew shouldn't have been allowed in the first place. "Y/n, I felt a lot of things, I just didn't know how to express them, I didn't know-" "How to communicate your feelings. Look, I know okay. I preached that shit to everyone who tried to talk shit about you when I was sobbing my eyes out to them, trying to figure out what the fuck I had done wrong." you said, your mind not able to stop your mouth before it was too late. Shouto looked at you, and he looked hurt, but he also looked, to you, pathetic. "And you know what, I treated you fucking amazing. I got clean for you. I stopped smoking weed and cigs and stopped drinking, I worked on my quirk that you insisted I was 'throwing away', and worked my ass off to get good grades that I didn't give a shit about until you. I had gotten better. I was doing amazing. and then out of nowhere, you break up with me." you said, letting your words sink in before continuing, "And you know, at first, I was sad, but figured we could have somewhat of a good friendship. I fully intended to continue to get good grades and be the little perfect angel that I expected myself to be to feel like i was enough for you, but then you pretended I didnt exist. You acted like even looking in my direction would kill you. And don't even get me started with you saying you had been thinking about leaving me for two weeks before you actually did it." you said, tears spilling from your eyes, but you kept your voice and face stern. "So don't. just please don't. Just let me live, Shouto. You had no right to come here tonight. You should have thrown that damn key in the trash just like you did with me." you spat, not even bothering to look at him. You knew you'd regret everything you said if you saw him hurt by it, and you didn't want to apologize. All you had wanted since he broke up with you was for him to feel even a fraction of the pain you had felt. But your eyes wandered to him anyway. He was looking at you, dumbstruck. "What?" you spat, more hot tears streaming down your face. He said nothing as he stood, and pulled the key from his pocket, a chain attached to it, with a familiar locket clanking against the key as he held it out to you. Your eyes were blurry from the tears, and you were frozen as he set the chain in your hand. Before he left, he choked, saying, "You're right. You deserve to be allowed to move on. I'm sorry I came." He then kissed the top of your head, before walking back in, leaving you alone once more. You pulled the necklace out from under your shirt, the same locket from his key necklace around your neck. You poped the two of them open and out them side by side. Inside were pictures, in his, was your smiling face with his arms around you, and in yours, the same picture, only the other half, with him smiling with your arms around him. on the opposite side, carved into the gold medal in small letters, the words "私の愛" stared back at you.

*bonus*

only 10 minutes after Sho had left, you found yourself curled up in your bed, sobbing into your pillow, tugging the sleeves of the old sweatshirt he had given you months prior, closer, before eventually drifting off.

#angst imagine #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #shouto x y/n #mha x y/n #mha x you #boku no hero academia #todoroki shoto #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki angst #shouto angst #mha angst

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undisputed-bucky · 3 years

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Dean Drabble!

NFSW MINORS DNI

Summary: Dean almost loses you on a mission and lets you know exactly how that makes him feel.

WARNINGS: SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral(m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it my lovelies), GUN KINK(reader has a gun pointed to her head most of this fic) . IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH GUNS OR ANY TYPE OF GUN PLAY DO NOT PROCEED.

Word Count: 1.6k ish

A/N: I have to thank @bucky-daddy for the ideas and inspiration for this! It was supposed to be just a little Drabble but it turned into a full one shot!! Again thank you @bucky-daddy for letting me scream about ideas while I wrote this! I hope you guys like it! I always appreciate likes, re blogs and comments! My requests are open as well!! Send me an ask or message and I’ll be happy to discuss ideas! Also I wrote this on my phone so I can’t add a page break so PLEASE BE AWARE OF THE WARNING I'VE PUT IN THE DESCRIPTION OF THIS PIECE. ILL SAY IT AGAIN⚠️VIOLENT AND EXTREME THEMES ALONG WITH SMUT⚠️

The hunt wasn’t supposed to go wrong. You weren’t supposed to get captured. Almost every part of the plan you and Dean had gone over went wrong. So so wrong. The nest wasn’t supposed to know you were coming for them. You weren’t supposed to leave Dean’s side.

And now because of that you were tied to a chair, with a teenage werewolf desperately trying to finish the knot on your right leg. Shit shit shit, you thought. The last time you had seen Dean he was fighting off one werewolf. As you looked around the room you noticed at least five just in this room. You prayed he was safe. You knew Dean could hold his own but the amount of werewolves that could be here? That sets you on edge.

Just as the thought presents itself in your mind, you hear a crash and multiple gunshots. The werewolves all looked towards the door, the familiar growl of the Winchester brother echoing through the walls. You smirked.

“Come at me motherfuckers!” He yells as he kicks through the door. Dean raises his gun and takes out two within five seconds. You growl as you kick out with your right leg, the knot having never been finished.

“Dean!” You shout as you nod your head towards the wolf that had tied you up. He shoots with extreme precision and the silver bullet meets its target, the werewolves brain.

Dean promptly takes care of the two other werewolves in the room.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you watch Dean pant, his shoulders heaving with every breath. “Man, I really got scared there! Thanks for the help Dean, you’re a great hunter” You say, wiggling against the ropes in the chair. “Why don’t you uhh help me with these ropes, Deano?”

“What did I tell you, Y/N?” You hear Dean growl as he turns around. As you look up into his eyes, the darkness there makes your skin prickle. And not exactly in a bad way.

“You told me not to leave your side, I know Dean but I thought I had it! I didn’t kn-“

“SHUT UP” You're cut off by Dean’s yelling. You suddenly look up to see him storming towards you. His hulking figure soon looms over yours, the rage practically radiating off of him.

“You left my side after I specifically told you not too. You directly disobeyed my orders!” He starts, voice so low it was almost a growl. “You put yourself in Danger!” He yells, his hand raises and he presses the barrel of his gun into your temple. “I ALMOST LOST YOU, Y/N! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

You splutter as you look into his eyes, the emotions there a mystery to you. What wasn't a mystery was the pool of moisture collecting in your panties. You'd always been quite attracted to Dean but this ragey, scary Dean? He made you weak!

Dean's gun drifts down slightly as his expression softens slightly, “What would I do without you, Y/N?” He says, anger still virulent in his eyes.

You decide to come back to that question later, suddenly wanting to press the rage inside him more. You smirk and stick your tongue out, swirling your tongue around the silver barrel. You watch Deans pupils dilate as you draw the barrel into your mouth, sucking gently.

“You think this is a game, Y/N?” Dean growls, his mouth twisting into a sneer. He chuckles, a dark dry sound as his hand moves to his belt buckle. He dexterously undoes the buckle and moves on his jeans. “Guess what? You lost” He suddenly removes the gun from your mouth, placing it back on your temple. “You disobeyed me and for that you’re gonna be punished” He speaks as he pulls his briefs down, revealing his hard cock.

Your mouth falls open, eyes widening as you imagine wrapping your mouth around it. The wet patch in your panties grows as you look at the massive member. You always suspected he was big but this? Unprecedented.

“Brat sees something she likes huh?” He chuckles as he moves closer, his cock right in front of your face. He presses the gun harder against your temple, his other hand slapping his cock against your face. You gasp and he takes the opportunity to thrust roughly into your mouth.

You moan around his impressive length and he groans. “Such a fucking brat, not so mouthy with your trap stuffed full of cock huh?” He growls, his hips pistoning against your lips. You choke and gag as his tip smacks the back of your throat forcefully with each thrust of his hips. You Do your best to breathe through your nose as you take every inch of his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N. Sucking me so good. Knew that mouth was good for something other than being a smart ass” He growls, hips stuttering slightly. Drool and spittle falls down your chin as tears spring to your eyes. Every thrust to your throat had you walls clenching around nothing, cunt desperate for the cock currently in your mouth.

Dean's groans become more desperate and he stops, roughly pulling from your mouth with a wet plop. “No no no. M’saving my cum for your cunt. Wanted this for too long not to fill you” He says.

“Please Dean! Untie me so I can show you how much I’ve wanted it to!” You beg, wiggling against the restraints.

He chuckles as he bends down to untie your leg, smirking. You look back at your hands, expecting him to move to them next. When he doesn’t you look at him, “Dean, m-my hands babe” you say, laughing nervously. He suddenly moves behind you, roughly kicking the Chair out from beneath you. It plants you on the floor with your hands laid out above you. “D-Dean please!”

Dean just laughs as he starts to pull your pants down, groaning appreciatively. Your legs spread for him, exposing your drenched cunt. He raises his gun, dragging the tip of the barrel through your drenched folds. You gasp and arch against the touch. He pulls the gun away and chuckles, slowly lifting it to your mouth in a silent order to suck. You open your mouth to taste your own juices around the gun. You moan at the taste as Dean suddenly presses himself against your entrance.

“What a dirty little whore you are! Just begging to be fucked at gunpoint aren’t you? So wet for me and my gun huh?” He asks, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds as he places the gun back to your temple.

“Yes Sir! Please! Fuck me at gunpoint and take what you want!” You shout, hips bucking to gain more friction. You watch as his lips turn up in a smirk. He uses his other hand to roughly hold your hips down, keeping you still as he slowly sheathes himself inside you.

“Fuck!” You cry out at his length filling you. He’s so huge you can swear you feel him in your belly, stretching you out. Your voice refuses to work when he slowly drags himself out, only to slam back against that spongy spot inside of you.

As his pace increases, he growls out, “Fuck Y/N so tight! Made to take my cock weren’t you?”

“Yes! Oh god yes!” You cry, the coil inside you beginning to wind and wind with every thrust to that spot he found so quickly.

Dean presses the gun into your skin, a bruising pressure as he growls, “Yes what?”

“Yes sir!” You scream, your walls beginning to flutter and squeeze around his cock. “Oh fuck!”

He groans as his pace falters, moving a hand to your clit. He rubs fast, tight circles as he leans down to your ear, “Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna soak me with my gun pointed to your head?” He whispers.

“Yes sir! Please let me cum!” You beg, legs beginning to shake. The coil was ready to burst but you wouldn’t dare cum without his permission.

“Cum! Cum for me like the desperate slut you are” He growls as he cock swells. Your vision goes white as the coil snaps, walls clamping down around Dean. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream as he finishes, the feeling of his spend bursting against your cervix extending your orgasm farther. Your hips buck and shake as he thrusts out both of your highs.

Dean pants as he slowly pulls his softening cock from your leaking hole. He grunts as he watches your mixed juices leak onto the floor, walls still spasming from the earth shattering climax you just experienced. He throws his gun to the side and tenderly unties your hands, bringing them to his mouth to kiss the tender flesh there. He wraps your arms around his neck as he pulls you against him.

“I really don’t know what I would do without you, Y/N. You’re so important to me. Not only me but Sammy.” He leans down and leaves a tender kiss against your lips. You can visibly see the love and adoration in his eyes as he speaks, “I-I love you, Y/N. I’ve known for so long but couldn’t admit it till now. I-just the thought of losing you- I couldn’t bear it. Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” His eyes full with concern as he start to look over the rest of your body.

“No y-you didnt. That was- that was amazing” You breath, tears welling in your eyes at his admission. “I love you too Dean. I think I have for a while now” You smile and kiss him again.

Dean's eyes suddenly darken again as he take your face in his hands, making sure your looking directly at him. “If you ever disobey me like that again I swear Y/N, you won’t walk for a week. And you won’t go on a hunt for a month”

He growls before crashing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

“Yes sir” You gasp out, enjoying the grin that comes to his face.

Tags: @writtingrose

#dean winchester #Dean Winchester one shot #Dean winchester smut #Dean Winchester x reader

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lady-dimmadome · 3 years

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*crashes into wall* I heard you were taking Heisenberg x reader requests? >:3c How about reader teasing Heisenberg through a very long meeting with the other lords (brushing against his inner thigh, sexy glances and winks, maybe an innuendo or two) and he finally gets back at them when they return to the factory?

(I hope I do your request justice! This one is gonna be a two parter, so be on the lookout for that! Thank you for the request!)

*WARNING* this fic contains NSFW content! Reader discretion is advised!

Karl knew he shouldn't have gave in and brought you along with him. He never should have fallen for your dumb, adorable puppy dog eye pouty face, but alas, he was a weak man when it came to you. And now, he was suffering the consequences.

Your hand snaked up and down his thigh, hidden under the long table, and occasionally brushed over his growing bulge. He knew it would be a bad idea to even glance over at you, knowing you would have that teasing look on your face. That face you made when he let you take control and allowed himself to be at your whim. Usually, he could easily turn the tables if he wanted to, but here, he really was completely at your mercy.

"Heisenberg! I asked you a question!" Mother Miranda gave him a pointed look. It was usual to see him rather despondent at meetings, but he always answered the questions addressed to him.

"Sorry.. I got a migraine." He tried to discreetly slap your hand away when he shifted to give Miranda his full attention. As much as he hated sucking up, he was afraid he would be found out if he didn't.

You faintly heard Alcina mutter something akin to "pitiful man-thing" before Miranda's voice boomed through the room again.

"I had asked how you're going to keep your lycans in check. The village purge is drawing near and I can't have them running amok before the preparations are complete."

Heisenberg had to physically reel his thoughts in when you firmly caressed his cock through his pants. It took every ounce of willpower to keep him from grinding against your hand.

"Urias is keeping them in the den. They'll be fine 'til I can let them loose."

Miranda slowly nodded, accepting his answer. It seemed as if she was ready to put an end to the meeting, and Angie was starting to get bored, furthering Miranda's decision to dismiss everyone.

You and Karl stayed behind, his iron grip on your wrist keeping your hand over his clothed dick. Once the room cleared, he took a deep breath and locked his eyes with yours. You bit your lip, already knowing he had a punishment waiting for you.

"Want to explain what the fuck that was?" He hissed through gritted teeth.

"I have no idea what you mean.." You tried to sound innocent, but you knew damn well Karl knew better.

He didn't say anything, only clenched his teeth and nodded. Letting go of your wrist, he moved to unbutton his pants and tug his cock out. The tip was dribbling precum as he pumped himself a few times under the table before scooting his chair back a fair amount.

"You know the drill, kitten." He motioned for you to get on your knees in front of him.

You knew he would go ever so slightly easier on you if you cooperate, but it was just to fin not to be a bit bratty.

"And if I don't want to?" Your voice carrying through the room. You knew you were digging yourself a hole, but you couldn't help but rile Karl up.

His nose crinkled a bit, but he took another deep breath and extended his free hand a but, only to yank it back towards him, pulling a metal pipe from the wall and using it to pull you foward. The force of the pipe, although not enough to hurt, caused you to fall foward and to your knees.

Karl motioned to you again, this time with a much more stern expression. He was dead serious, and you knew you wouldn't get to cum at all if you didn't listen now.

You adjusted yourself to kneel right in front of him and set your hands on his spread thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of you on your knees in front of him and made to grip your hair, pushing you down to his cock.

"Suck." Was his only command, and you let out a small moan at the pure authority in his voice. It left no room for argument.

You gave the tip a small lick before going down to the base of his cock and licking a long stripe up the underside and taking as much of him as you could into your mouth, using your hand for what you couldn't fit.

Karl's thighs shook from the pure pleasure you were giving him, and you hadn't even really started yet. It didnt take him long to tighten his grip on your hair and begin to thrust in your mouth, though. He quickly brought you to a gagging, teary eyed mess, only giving you short bursts of respite before pulling you back down. The wet sounds and your gagging, plus the grunts and sighs from Heisenberg, were the only things to be heard in the room.

Karl wanted to pull away, knowing spilling in your mouth would give you satisfaction. He knew this was a punishment and he should stop and drag this out, but there was always time for teasing back at the factory. Now, he was just desperate for release. He looked down at you between his thrusts to see you with your eyes shut, threatening tears. His balls slapped your chin with every foward motion, adding to his pleasure.

Soon, Karl was hunched over, your name spilling from his lips as he shot his load down your throat. He pulled your head close, your nose against his pubes as his dick twitched. You tapped his thigh twice, signaling for him to let you off.

After swallowing his cum, you took a good moment to catch your breath and regain your bearings. Karl had leaned back in his chair and was catching his breath as well. His eyes were closed and faint beads of sweat could be seen dotting his forehead.

After pulling himself together, he tucked his cock back in his pants, ignoring the saliva and leftover cum. He stood, albeit a bit wobbly, and helped you to your feet as well.

"Don't think your off the hook, kitten. You've got a long night ahead of you when we get home." Karl then began to lead you out of the building and back to the factory.

Biting back a smile, you followed him on his beeline home. You couldn't wait for what he had in store for you.

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #re village #i didnt proof read this so please excuse any errors

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kittydripuwu · 3 years

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Hey shortyyyyy I just found ur blog and really liked ur one thing u posted. Can u please write a Fyodor oneshot of some sort for me? Thanks dude

ofc babe here u go mwah

tea & cuddles | fyodor x reader

words - 715

warnings - none

genre - fluff

fyodor often worked late, locked up in his office room, surrounded by his computers with nothing but the purple glow from the lights in the room, and his computer screens. you knew how smart he was and how he often overworked himself, sometimes not leaving the room for the whole day. you knew dragging him out of there wouldn't work, he's stubborn and determined to get everything done before he lets himself leave.

"fyodor?" you call as you turn the handle of the room door.

"yes my dear?" he replied, turning around in his chair to face you.

you come up to him and place a light kiss on his forehead.

"are you done working yet? you haven't left this room since 6 pm" you said.

that's right. it was now 11 pm and this man has been working away for the last 5 hours.

"niet, moya milaya" (no, my darling) he replied. he often spoke to you in russian since it was his first language.

"when will you be done fyo?" you asked him.

"soon, maybe an hour my love" he replied and turned back around in his chair to get back to his work.

you left the room, bored out of your mind. you and fyodor were both busy people, doing a lot of work throughout the day, but you never worked as much as he did. you walked to your kitchen to make him and yourself some tea. he had the tendency to forget to eat, drink, and sleep, so you would make him food or drinks throughout his worktime to make sure he kept healthy. when it came to sleep on the other hand, that was impossible. he has trouble sleeping alot, and dragging him to bed is always difficult. you made him black tea, since it was his favorite.

you walked back to his work room with the tea.

"i made you some tea" you said as you walked up and placed it on the coaster on his desk.

"spasibo" (thank you) he said and began to sip his tea.

as you were about to walk out of the room, he asked you if you wanted to sit with him while he did his work. you enjoyed when he did this, being a man who isint great at showing affection, you loved when he asked to spend time together in such a simple yet calming way.

"would you like to accompany me while i work, dear?"

"of course" you said as you smiled at him.

he pulled you onto his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist and keeping you as close to him as possible. as you found comfort in his arms, you placed your head on his shoulder and watched him work.

from time to time he would gently brush his fingers through your hair, place light kisses on your forehead, and rub your back. you were surprised that you hadnt fallen asleep yet, after almost an hour went by.

you moved your head up to look at him, silently indicating that you want him to be done already. it was almost 12 am and you were tired. before you could ask him when he would be done, he placed a soft kiss on your lips to keep you quiet.

"shhh, 10 more minutes darling" he said, while cupping your face.

"finish faster please im tiredddd" you whined.

he placed his index finger over your lips.

"stop whining love, we'll go to bed soon"

finally, after a long 10 minutes, you two stood and headed to your room. you flopped onto the bed and layed flat on your face waiting for him to climb in. since he didnt sleep much, he would have stayed awake for the next few hours either reading or thinking about his evil plans to destroy yokohama. he sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. you insantly cuddled up to him, placing your head on his chest. he rubbed your back gently and soothingly, trying to get you to sleep because he knew how tired you were. listening to the beat of his heart, you eventually drifted off into a deep sleep.

"goodnight love" he said to you, when he knew you were asleep.

he read for the next 2 hours, and eventually also fell asleep, holding you close to him, in his arms.

#bsd #bsd imagines #bsd x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #bungo stray dogs #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor dostoevsky

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bibbawrites · 3 years

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Surprise! - Dad!Owen x Pregnant!Female Reader

Request: NONE

Word Count: 2133 words

Summary: Part 2 of the Dad!Owen series, you reveal to your friends and family that you’re having a baby

Warnings: swearing

A/N: okay here we go, telling your friends and family that you’re pregnant! as i said in a post the other day, i didnt realise that on survey monkey you could only see 40 results for free so the baby name survey had to end, but if you didnt get a chance to vote and would like to please let me know and i can set up an alternate way to vote :) without further ado, i hope you enjoy!

Charlie:

The first person who ended up finding out about your pregnancy was Charlie. You had meant to tell your families first, before anyone else, but things didn’t work out as planned.

It was three days after you had found out, and you and Owen were still buzzing. Charlie had been eyeing the two of you suspiciously the last few days, but didn’t call you out on your oddly happy behaviour until that night.

The boys had come home from set, only filming for a couple of hours to re-shoot a scene that needed changing slightly, and you decided to surprise them with pizza from all three of your favourite pizza place. Owen always texted you when they left set, so you knew exactly when to order the pizza to have it arrive just as the boys did.

And your timing was perfect, the pizza arriving almost in unison with your boyfriend and his best friend.

“Y/N, we’re home! You ordered pizza?” Owen called, and you left your bedroom to head to the kitchen, smiling at the boys.

“Figured you could use a treat after filming. Plus I didn’t feel like cooking, so...” You grinned, wrapping your arms around Owen, who lent down to kiss you gently, his hand resting on your stomach for a brief moment before he pulled away, not wanting Charlie to get any more suspicious.

You and Owen headed over to the table where Charlie had placed the pizza and sat down, waiting for Charlie, who had gone to grab drinks.

“Do you want your wine Y/N?” Charlie questioned, placing a beer on the table for himself and one for Owen. You shook your head.

“No thanks, I’m good.” You replied.

“But you love wine with your pizza.” Charlie frowned.

“Not tonight, thanks.” You said, hoping that he would give up.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yeah I am.” You told him, picking up a slice of pizza and exchanging a look with Owen, silently begging him to step in.

“She’s got this... thing.” Owen chimed in lamely. Charlie frowned again, before a realisation hit him.

“Holy fuck, you’re pregnant.” He exclaimed. Your eyes widened. Owen choked on his beer.

“What? Why would you think that?” Your voice was slightly shaky.

“You always have wine with pizza, no matter what. And that would explain why you two have been so nauseatingly happy the last couple of days.” Charlie reasoned. You glanced at Owen.

“You can’t tell anyone.” You said after a moment. Charlie’s smile widened.

“So you are pregnant?” He asked, and you nodded. He cheered.

“I’m gonna be an uncle!” You giggled at his excited reaction, watching as he hugged Owen happily, and then rushed around the table to throw his arms around you.

He pulled away, placing a hand on your stomach hesitantly. You gave him a reassuring smile.

“I can’t believe there’s a baby in there.” He said softly, kneeling down next to your chair. Owen copied, kneeling down on the other side.

“Right?” Owen’s voice was just as quiet. “My little girl.”

“We don’t know if it’s a girl Owen.” You reminded him. He shook his head.

“I just know it. There’s no way she’s not a girl.” He replied, and you rolled your eyes slightly.

“Can we go back to eating the pizza now?” You said, and the boys agreed, standing up and sitting back in their chairs.

And with that, the first person knew.

Savannah:

The second person to find out was Savannah. You had been pretty sick, dealing with morning sickness, so Savannah decided what you needed was a little bit of retail therapy.

Which is how you found yourself trailing behind your best friend as she dragged you from store to store. And everything had been going perfectly fine, until you passed a smoked meat store, and the smell set off your nausea.

“Sav, I think I’m gonna be sick.” You warned, and she reacted quickly, rushing you into the nearby bathrooms and holding your hair back as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Once you were done you leant back against the wall of the stall, not even caring that you were sat on the floor of a public toilet. Savannah offered you her water bottle and you took it gratefully, swishing the water around your mouth before spitting it into the bowl and flushing the toilet.

“Are you okay? You’ve been pretty sick and I’m kinda getting worried about you.” Savannah questioned. You paused for a moment, before deciding how to respond. Hopefully Owen wouldn’t mind another person knowing your secret.

“I’m pregnant.” You admitted quietly, not wanting anyone in another stall to overhear. Savannah gasped, throwing her arms around your neck. You hugged her back gently.

“This is amazing Y/N.” She exclaimed. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be an aunty!”

“You can’t tell anyone yet, other than Owen only Charlie knows.” You told her as she let you go. She nodded quickly.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” She promised. You grinned, letting her pull you off the floor.

“Now, can we go look at baby clothes?” Savannah questioned once you were both on your feet. You smiled happily.

“Of course we can.” You agreed, linking your arm through hers as you headed out of the toilets, so excited that you had another person who you could talk about baby things with.

Owen’s Mum/Family:

Next was Owen’s mum, who had come to visit for a few days. You had thought of a brilliant way to tell her, after hearing how much she enjoyed building with nano blocks.

You had gone out before Owen had arrived home from the airport with his mum, and you had picked out the perfect present, wrapping it nicely.

Finally the time came to give her the parcel, as she sat across from you and Owen in the living room later that night.

Owen handed her the box, the card you had written on to clarify the situation grasped firmly in his hand as he waited anxiously, his foot tapping.

His mother ripped off the wrapping paper, finding a box of large lego blocks, the kind designed for babies and small children. She looked up, confused, and Owen held out the card.

“Read it out loud.” You prompted.

She took the card, opening the envelope and pulling it out, before opening it up.

“I can’t wait to build with you. Lots of love, your future granddaughter or grandson.” She read out. She gasped, looking between the two of you.

“Are you having a baby?” She questioned. You and Owen nodded. Her hand covered her mouth as she began to cry.

“I'm gonna be an Oma?” She asked, as Owen got up from his spot next to you to go hug his mother.

“You can be whatever you want to be called.” He replied. His mother smiled tearily, holding an arm out for you to join the hug. You grinned, sitting down on her other side and letting her pull you into the hug.

“Can I tell the rest of the family?” She asked, still in the hug.

“Maybe don’t tell everyone yet, cause we’re only 10 weeks, but you can tell Dad and Luka, and everyone else I guess. Just no extended family.” Owen replied.

“Okay I can do that. Congratulations, both of you.” She said, and you both thanked her in quiet voices.

She stood up, grabbing the box of lego and the card.

“I’m off to bed if I can manage to sleep. Tomorrow we’re going nursery furniture shopping.” She told you, and before either of you could protest she was gone.

“Well that went well.” You giggled and Owen nodded in agreement.

“Three down, only a few more to go.” He said. You made a noise in agreement, snuggling into his side to watch a movie, and you fell asleep with his hands resting gently on your stomach.

Your Family:

Next to learn about the baby was your family. To tell them you had sent them a parcel, with the instructions to call you on facetime before opening it.

You, Owen and Charlie were curled up on the couch, Owen’s head resting just below your stomach and Charlie’s head in your lap, when your phone rang, signifying you had an incoming facetime.

Owen sat up and picked up your phone, handing it to you before curling into your side, and you smiled when you saw it was your mum calling.

“I assume they got the box then.” You spoke before answering, your mum, dad and big brother appearing on the screen.

“Hi guys!” You greeted. “Got the parcel?”

“We did, can we open it now?” Your mum questioned. Charlie glanced at you.

“Want me to leave?” He asked quietly, and both you and Owen shook your heads.

“You can stay.” Owen said softly. You turned your attention back to your family.

“Okay, open it.” You instructed, and your dad ripped the box open, pulling out four smaller boxes, one for each of them and a fourth, which was one of the positive pregnancy tests.

“One at a time?” Your mum suggested and you shook your head.

“Same time, or it will ruin the surprise.”

You watched as they ripped into the boxes, each pulling out a t-shirt.

“Promoted to Nanna?” Your mum read out, a confused look on her face.

“Mine says promoted to Poppy.” Your dad said. You grinned, waiting for the penny to drop.

“Oh shit, you’re not.” Your brother realised, and you laughed.

“Open the last box.”

“How have they not gotten it?” Charlie questioned under his breath, and Owen giggled at the comment.

Your mum pulled the pregnancy test out and gasped, finally realising.

“You’re having a baby!” She exclaimed.

“Surprise!” You laughed.

“When?” Your dad asked.

“Not for a while now, I’m only 11 weeks.”

“Congratulations!” Your mum smiled happily.

You returned her smile and after a few more minutes explaining, you said your goodbyes and hung up.

“Now it’s only the cast.” You said, and Owen nodded, repositioning himself so that his head rested next to Charlie’s in your lap. Charlie unpaused the movie you had been watching and you rested your head on the couch.

This whole thing was getting very real.

The Cast - Jeremy, Madi, Carolynn, Jadah and Kenny

Finally the time came to tell the cast.

“So, what do you guys think about having a baby around on set?” You questioned casually. Carolynn gasped and Jeremy shot her a concerned look.

“Babies are pretty loud.” Madi replied.

“Yeah, they probably wouldn’t be good to have when you have to be quiet on set.” Jadah agreed. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. You met Carolynn’s eyes and she gave you an excited look. You nodded slightly and she squealed, ignoring the weird looks she was getting from Jeremy.

“Why are we talking about babies?” Kenny questioned, sitting back down.

“Y/N asked about babies being on set.” Jadah told him.

“As in working babies or?” Kenny asked and you shook your head.

“Just babies in general.” Owen chimed in.

“Wait...” Madi spoke up, realisation slowly appearing on her face. “Are you pregnant?”

You grinned sheepishly, taking a sip of your drink. The table erupted in noise, everyone excitedly talking over each other, asking all sorts of questions.

“Oh my god shut up.” Charlie yelled over the noise, and the table went quiet. “One at a time.”

“How far along are you?” Carolynn asked.

“12 weeks yesterday.” You replied.

“How long have you known?” Jadah was next to ask her question.

“About 6 weeks.” Owen answered for you. “We wanted to wait a bit.”

“I knew the whole time.” Charlie boasted.

“Only because you live with us and there’s no way we would have been able to hide it from you.” You told him.

“When do you find out if it’s a boy or a girl?” Madi asked.

“She’s a girl.” Owen said. You groaned.

“Stop saying that. We don’t know yet and we won’t know for a little while, but Mr Psychic here seems to be convinced that it’s a girl.” You sighed slightly.

“I just know it.” Owen said with a huff.

“Any more questions?” You asked quickly, before he could get sulky.

“I have one, do you know what a condom is?” Jeremy joked. Madi and Jadah gasped, both hitting his arm.

“We are children.” Jadah reminded him. You laughed.

“Yes.” You answered simply. Jeremy laughed.

“Fair enough then.”

You sat back and listened as the conversation moved into baby names, with everyone throwing out suggestions.

You smiled softly, placing a hand on your stomach. Somehow this had become your life, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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Desperate Much?

Pairings: Ten x Reader.

Theme: fluff, angst, hurt, comfort, family, sad, happy ending. (Life is still going on)

Characters: Ten, Taeyong, Mark, Donghyuck, Jeno.

Word Count: 2k

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Ten wasn't like his 'brothers'. Infact he wasn't ever their brother, he was their cousin. His dad was the one who inherited the family business and had settled with him and his mother in Thailand to branch out.

He had a happy and perfect life with both of his parents, but that was untill they both died unexpectedly in a car accident when he was eleven. And suddenly everything in his life was changing. He had to move to Korea to live with his uncle and his children, his father's buisness was now his uncle's buisness until Ten was old enough to take over. Until he could legally take over. He had to learn a different language, make new friends and start his life all over again in a very dysfunctional family.

He remembered the constant yelling between Mr.Lee and Mrs.Lee, having to sit by himself during those times when Taeyong would take his younger brothers Mark and Jeno and hide in his room, he remembered how Donghyuck would cry under the scrutinizing gaze of Mrs.Lee as she fought with Mr.Lee and the boy was stuck there not able to escape, the loss of the joys of family dinners that he was used to, the loneliness he felt. That was when he met you. You were his only friend in this country and even though he could barely talk to people you tried your best to talk to him despite the language barrier.

You were cheerful and jovial and very very clingy but he didn't mind that. You ate lunch with him and helped him with his Korean. You even made sure to stick by his side with the excuse of him being new here so he wouldn't get lost months after he arrived.

You were a blessing in disguise to him especially since it was so awkward with his cousin Taeyong at home and at school.

Time flew fast and a year had passed and he could speak and write Korean way better than before and lucky for him you were still stuck to his side.

In those trying times you were his only semblance of joy. The times in which Mark wouldn't talk at all, the times in which Taeyong would go around at the ripe age of twelve and hurt people with words so sharp that they would leave the school, when all Jeno did was look upto Taeyong and when Donghyuck started to act out getting himself in trouble so bad that he could have almost lost his life but no one cared.

It hurt Ten to watch all this happen but not being able to do anything about it because no matter how well he got along with the youger two, Taeyong would always pull his brothers away from him and take them to his room and well Donghyuck, he wouldn't talk to anyone at home.

But unfortunately all he could do was get used to this awful life, glad that you would quietly listen to him rant and then lighten his mood up with something silly.

He was mid rant one day when he spoke about how much he missed 'family dinners' that you interrupted him, "Why don't you have a dinner with your cousin's?" Ten scoffed at you and shut that idea down immediately but when he came home and saw how far apart everyone was he decided there and then that's what was needed.

So he forced Mark out of his room and away from his books, he pryed Donghyuck away from his bed, he bribed Taeyong and Jeno just followed his eldest brother and thats how he found himself at the diner table for the first time ever since his parents passed away.

"I used to eat dinner like this with my parents" he spoked but Taeyong glared at him, "I don't care"

"Look you want to be a brat be a brat but at the dinner table all feuds are forgotten and all hatred is gone, food is supposed to be consumed happy"

"What did your parents say that?" Taeyong asked, rolling his eyes.

"Nope y/n did!" Ten said with a cheeky smile, "Now c'mon dig in"

And so there started their first meal together with everyone silently serving themselves, "So we usually talk about our day at the dinner table" Ten smiled his eyes crinkling into two half moons. "I know none of you will say anything so I'll start, Teacher Park yelled at me for correcting him on his Korean today. I was so pissed" Taeyong snorted at that, "Yea that old geezer is weird"

"I know I don't like him either" Donghyuck spoke and Taeyong glared at him but Ten cleared his throat loudly and Taeyong sighed muttering an inaudible apology.

"I placed a fart cushion on his chair today" Donhyuck grinned proudly and collective snorts were heard across the table and Jeno chocked on his food as Taeyong patted the younger boys back. Mark was still eating quietly. Then Donghyuck frowned, "But he didn't like that..." He then put out his hands showing everyones his palms, "So he took me out of the classroom and hit me" Tens heart sank at the red bruises on the boys hands and Taeyong was glaring again but this time it wasn't at Donghyuck, "How dare that old rat hit a seven year old child like that" the eldest growled. But Donghyuck only smiled, "It's okay I'm used to it" he said and Tens heart broke at that statement and by the looks of it so did Taeyongs.

Something shifted between the boys that night and they all knew it. Ten came to school the next day boasting to you about the success of his first family dinner and how excited he was for the next one tomorrow.

He even told you the story Donghyuck had told him not knowing what to do and that very day you got detention for throwing your thick Oxford Dictionary at Mr.Parks face.

Ten still smiles at that memory, a tiny you standing on your bench, yelling out a swear word and launching the book right at the unsuspecting teachers face, nevertheless what you did got the principal's attention. And without making a big deal of it she started an investigation on the teacher.

You chatted excitedly the next day about how exhilarating it was for you to throw a book at that man's face and Ten smiled listening to you talk with animated gestures.

That night he was greeted by the sight of Taeyong silently treating their youngest brothers wounded hands while avoiding the younger boys adoring gaze.

And so life moved forward and Ten had new friends and family here in Korea. And of course you. At this point he wasn't sure if you were his friend or family or both. But you were you.

You were known in school as- The y/n. The y/n who had all of Ten's attention leaving zero for his admirers.

To Ten you were the y/n who made him happy, the y/n who made him laugh, the y/n with a beautiful smile, the y/n who held him as he cried, the y/n who would nag him endlessly when he didn't eat properly, the y/n who would latch pinkies with him and walk everywhere, the y/n who was exceptionally smart and savy.

His life was finally looking up, with you by his side helping him through it all. And slowly he was making new happy memories, like the day he got you all flustered for the first time, or the day Taeyong had put his foot down and finally dragged Donghyuck away from the fighting couple into his room along with Ten, the day he took you to the amusement park you wanted to go to so badly that you kissed his cheek and went running off to the roller coaster, the day Jeno who only looked upto Taeyong had asked him for help, the day he snuck out of the house at night to watch the stars with you, the day Mark spoke at the diner table for the first time, the day you tripped and fell and he got it on camera, the day Taeyong called him his brother, the day of their class picnic and many more.

But there were also bad days like they day he had his first big fight with you or the day Donghyuck had come to him crying and crying without ever telling him why or the day where both the adult Lee's decided to join the family diner and ruined it.

But even those didnt last because his fight with you ended with the two of your crying in each other's arms promising to never have a fight this big again, because the day Donghyuck cried so bitterly that it shook the entire house Taeyong, Mark and Jeno rushed in and it turned into a mini sleepover as they took care of the youngest who soon forgot why he was crying and promised to make sure he only laughs in the future. And the day that Mr. And Mrs. Lee ruined the family diner was the day all five of the boys snuck out to eat marshmallows and chocolate in the park. The initial idea was to make smores but none of them knew how to make a fire and they were all out of crackers.

Those were just a few happy moments with many more to come like the day he asked you out, or the day he and his brothers went camping together, or the day Donghyuck smiled a smile so pure as his eyes shone with genuine happiness or the day Jeno started to think for himself and made friends who were a good influence on him. And the day Mark started dating someone. (Ten genuinely thought by how quite the boy was he would have to force him to talk to people let alone date someone), the day he got his father's company back and the day he proposed to you on the banks of the Han river, under the stars with his family and closest friends there to witness the moment.

"Why are you smiling so big?" your voice interrupted his thoughts and his smiled widened even more at the sight of you. "Did you fart?" You asked him and he chuckled grabbing onto your arm and and pulling you down to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Nothing I'm just happy"

"Ten Lee I swear to god if you're on drugs then I want a divorce even before I marry you" you scolded playfully and Ten chuckled, "My only drug is you baby" he cooed and you gaged "Eww gross get a room" you said and he deadpanned.

"You're weird you know that y/n?" He asked with a small chuckle.

"Clearly you knew what you were getting into" You smiled, teeth on full display with how wide your grin was.

"Obviously"

"Oh by the way, I handled your little mishap at work today and got a few things you were supposed to do tomorrow scheduled for later and the rest got done today so your free tomorrow the entire day" you said and he smiled at you looking at you so lovingly. He doesn't remember that one moment he realised he was in love with you, maybe there wasn't just one lightbulb moment where her realised he loved you. Maybe he always knew or maybe he gradually figured it out. But that didn't matter all that matters is that he loves you and you love him.

"Ahh what would I do without you?" he asked snuggling into your neck and you chuckled, "Let's never have an answer to that question okay" you said and he nodded, you were right. You were there through evey step of the way after his life turned upside down and he's sure as hell he doesn't want to find out what it would be like without you so Ten grinned placing a small peck on you neck, "I'm gonna take you on the best date of your entire life tomorrow"

"Desperate much?"

"Y/n I'm literally engaged to you!"

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Lee brother's- A mini series

Previous Part: Lee Mark

Next Part: Lee Donghyuck

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