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yujinslovr · 6 months

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DAY 10 : gp!chaewon and minju x fem!reader

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CW: double penetration, dub con?, degradation, creampie, oral, lmk if there's anything else!

word count: 3,514

a/n: 8.397 inches long, 3.95 inches wide, salmon pink tip (#fa8076 to be exact), warm beige shaft (#ddbd9e) trimmed, and curves to the left slightly

kim chaewon and kim minju, everyone on campus knew of them, the famous kim's. the two girls had been childhood friends and were the campus crushes, the soccer captain and co-captain. they were both known as players in and out of the field, breaking hearts was nothing but a game to them. they got away with anything and everything they did, they were the pride of the school, their amazing skill in the field leading the school to endless victories. after graduation, the duo was set to go into the national leagues. not only were they insanely hot, their bodies toned due to the constant practice that was required in order to excel in their sport, but their parents were also the main funders of the school. they both came from some of the most prestigious families in all of south korea. due to their parents funding and their insane soccer skills, the both of them would get away with anything and everything. showing up to class was an option for them, all they needed to say was they were practicing and they’d get away scot free.

chaewon and minju had never been denied by anyone, they had everyone begging to be with them. when chaewon saw you sitting on a couch at one of the parties yena hosted, she was stunned by your beauty. she had never seen you before, but she’d make sure to get to know you in more ways than ones. she confidently approached you and slid an arm over your shoulders gaining your attention. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” chaewon said in her usual confident tone.

You shrugged her arm off, “maybe I want to be alone.”

chaewon knew girls of your kind, a smirk spread across her face, knowing you were just playing hard to get. “I think i can change your mind on that.” chaewon said in a smug tone. “i’m kim chaewon.” she said, holding her hand out for you to shake.

“i know.” everyone knew the famous kim chaewon, her along with her best friend kim minju had their faces plastered all over campus. it was practically impossible to not know the name, seeing as not only was she the biggest person on campus, but her family was also one of the biggest in south korea, you’d have to live under a rock to not know her. along with her name came her reputation, she was famous for playing with girls’ hearts and you did not want to be added to her list of fucks.

“can i get your name, pretty?” she said with a chuckle at your words, you knowing her only solidified her thought that you wanted her.

“look, i'm really not interested and i’d appreciate it if you left me alone.” you said in your calmest voice, not trying to sound like a bitch but also quickly getting annoyed.

chaewon didn’t let your words affect her, she knew you wanted her, everyone did. “look-” she clearly mocked. “i know girls like you, and i understand your little game of back and forth but frankly I'm getting a bit bored. what do you say we go back to my place and you can get what you really want.” chaewon’s hand found its place on your upper thigh, giving it a little squeeze to emphasize her words.

“wow, you’re such a fucking douche.” and with that you stood up silently fuming as you walked out of the house. you wish you could’ve punched her right then and there but you didn't want to cause a scene and you’d definitely get bodied. so you chose the smarter option, and decided to walk back to your dorm which was luckily not that far of a walk.

chaewon stayed where she was on the couch, fuming on the inside in embarrassment. she had never been rejected and she wasn't about to let you be her first, she’d make sure to get you. minju, who had witnessed the whole thing from a distance, came over laughing at chaewon. “wow, did i really just witness kim chaewon getting rejected?”��

“shut up.” chaewon sneered, her pride hurt at the fact that you really rejected her.

“I think you might be losing your charm.” minju said in a chuckle, still not over the fact that chaewon really got rejected. “let's make a bet actually, i think I'm interested in her too. lets see who can get in her pants first.”

and with that it started

you didn't know how, but somehow both of the famous kims seemed to have gotten your schedule. ever since you left that party a couple weeks ago the duo had not left you alone, both of them constantly throwing pick up lines and just trying to woo you in general. it was honestly so annoying and bothersome, the two were waiting outside of your every class and would constantly be following you around. you tried to reject them, but they just didn't seem to get the memo. hell, you even reported them to the office for harassment yet as expected the school didn't do anything, at most giving them a small ‘don't do it again’.

today was the homecoming game, and you were originally going to stay in your dorm room, and maybe watch a movie. but you had reluctantly been dragged out of your dorm by your best (and only) friend wonyoung. her girlfriend was on the team and so she obviously went to all the games, but since this was the last one of the semester and against SMU, one of your schools biggest competitors, she wanted you to be there with her.

you had never been interested in sports before, so you didn't really understand all that was happening. but you understood that the game was very intense, judging by the scores displayed on the jumbotron, SMU was very very close in score, and you could see how stressed out minju and chaewon looked. they had never lost a game a day in their life and they werent gonna start now. you didn't think you’d originally be very interested in what was going on in the game, you assumed you’d be using your phone throughout the whole game. now that you were actually at the game and watching, you couldn't seem to remove your eyes from the field, thoroughly invested in the game. you were sitting at the edge of your seat, your legs jumping up and down.

it was during halftime, when everyone took a break that minju noticed you, she went up to chaewon, pointing in your direction. chaewon’s eyes widened, just like minju’s did when she saw you, the both of them shocked to see that you came. it was like seeing you lit something in both of them, after making eye contact and winking at you the duo were on fire, quickly largening the score difference. everytime chaewon made a shot, she’d send you a look, as if boasting yet still asking for her reward.

before you knew it, the game had ended. minju and chaewon both being the stars of the night, for saving the team from having their first loss. wonyoung had asked you if you could wait outside the locker rooms with her until yujin came out so you all could walk back together. you had been reluctant at first, not wanting to bump into minju or chaewon but wonyoung kept on begging saying that it would be easier since you all lived in the same building. not being able to deny wonyoung’s pout, you now found yourself outside the locker rooms hiding behind wonyoung.

“God, how much longer will she take?!” you let out exasperated, you had seen probably half the team leave yet yujin was nowhere to be found.

“she’ll come out any minute, and you're acting like you have better things to be doing.”

“actually-” you cut yourself off when yujin walked out, minju and chaewon in tow. “god dammit.” you whispered under your breath.

minju and chaewon had their signature smirks on when they saw you waiting outside. “waiting on us darling?” chaewon said, inching closer and closer to you as you walked backwards.

“you and yujin can go, we got y/n covered.” minju said, looking at wonyoung as yujin went to pull her away.

you sent a pleading look to wonyoung hoping she wouldn't leave you alone, but wonyoung apparently didn't get the message and instead sent you two thumbs up and a wink. you could strangle wonyoung right now for leaving you between these two douches.

“look, i was just waiting with wonyoung for yujin, and i’d appreciate it if-” you cut yourself off with a yelp as you felt minju throw you over her shoulder, carrying you inside the locker room. “w-wait what are you guys doing?”

“well, i mean we just won the homecoming game. don't we deserve a reward?” chaewon said, minju pushing you to your knees in front of chaewon.

they both pulled down their sweats, revealing their massive cocks. your eyes widened as you switched between looking at minju and chaewon, you had heard the rumors, but seeing it in person you could tell the rumors didn't do them justice. you definitely didn't want to be added to their list of bodies, but seeing chaewon’s cock in front of you, the angry red tip leaking precum you couldn't help but want it. chaewon let out a chuckle at the look on your face, tapping her tip on your lips and smearing your lips with her precum. no matter how much you wanted it, you refused to give her the satisfaction, instead choosing to keep your lips shut, a glint of defiance in your eyes.

with a grunt, chaewon pushed past your closed lips and forcefully entered your mouth. you swirled your tongue around the meat in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to suck. the salty taste of her precum filled your taste buds, it wasn't the good kind of salty but for some reason it had you craving for more. you took your time with her, your hand gripping what wouldn't fit into your mouth while you bobbed your head up and down chaewon’s length. your hand simultaneously found minju’s cock, you rubbed her tip, smearing the precum that was there, giving minju a hand job while you sucked chaewon off.

minju started to thrust her hips, meeting your hand while chaewon did the same thing, tightening her grip in your hair as she thrusted her hips into your mouth. “f-fuck baby, i always knew you wanted me.” your response couldn't be anything more than muffled moans and gags. the overwhelming feeling of chaewon’s thick cock filling up your mouth was more than enough to bring you to tears. you could feel your jaw grow sore as chaewon used your mouth like a fleshlight. the constant grunts chaewon would let out as she slammed her hips into your face almost felt like a reward, her noises turning you on to no end “f-fuck!” and with one last thrust into your mouth she bottomed out, not stopping till your nose was squished against her pelvis. you could feel the warm semen shooting out into the deepest parts of your mouth. the slightly bitter yet sweet taste filled your senses and you couldn't help but wonder how minju would taste.

after finishing in your mouth, chaewon moved from in front of you and you dropped your hand that was working minju as she came to stand in front of you. your mouth opening in almost instinct as minju stood in front of you, her cock pointing at you, the tip beading with precum. you couldn't take your eyes off of her, she was a bit longer than chaewon but less girthy.

minju’s hands tangled themselves in your hair, keeping your head still so that she could thrust in easily. your jaw was sore, and so was the back of your throat from the constant abuse, yet you couldn't seem to pull away. if anything you found yourself wanting more, hollowing out your cheeks as you tasted all of her. “a-always knew you wanted us, this is all sluts like you want.” she grunted out, her balls slapping into your chin with every thrust. chaewon stood to the side, her dick not staying down for long at the sight of minju fucking your face.

chaewon went up behind you, minju pulling out of your mouth after sharing a look with chaewon. chaewon manhandled you onto the bench in the locker room, standing behind you while minju took her place in front of you. minju shared a look with chaewon, rubbing and slapping her wet cock on your face. minju’s other hand suddenly gripped your hair, pulling your head up to look at her, smirking at your state. your own spit mixed with her precum was spread across your face, your mascara was smudged and so was your lipstick. “mm, such a dirty whore for me aren't you?” not letting you give a response, minju shot chaewon a look and then at the same time minju bottomed out in your mouth while chaewon did the same in your cunt.

your eyes widened, the feeling of chaewon filling you to the brink with no prep whatsoever had you gasping for air, air which you couldn't inhale seeing as minju was all the way in your mouth. your chokes on minju’s dick became more intense, but she didn't care, not one bit. you were here for her pleasure, she didn't care about what happened to you. she eventually did retract her long fucking cock from your mouth, allowing you not more than a second to inhale before she was back in.

the vibration of your moans on minju’s dick had her blissed out, her head was thrown back and you couldn't seem to rip your eyes from the sight. you knew they were hot, you had eyes, but seeing minju with her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, and sweat rolling down her neck you couldn't help but be astonished at her beauty. it was all almost too much for you, the way chaewon pounded into you, hitting parts you didn't even think reachable. it was all too much for you to handle, the built up pressure in your lower stomach finally releasing itself.

if this was any other time, you might’ve been embarrassed for releasing so quick, but minju pulling out of your mouth and painting your face with her cum had you too distracted. the warm sticky fluid covered your face as minju jerked herself off in front of your face. your head was being held up by minju, one hand in your hair and one on herself. not being able to help yourself, you reached a hand up and swiped a finger over your cheek, collecting her cum and sticking it in your mouth. you hummed around your fingers at the taste, instantly craving more; had you known minju tasted this good, you long would’ve given yourself up.

“what a fucking whore, cant get enough can you? i bet a whore like you would love to be filled up by us daily, have your useless holes put to use.” minju’s degradation was turning you on way more than it should’ve, no longer denying their words but instead nodding rapidly at minju’s words.

it didn't take long for chaewon to cum either, her following closely after minju. pulling out just to marvel at the sight of your cunt clenching around nothing, her semen dripping out in white globs. despite having just cum, the two soccer players couldn't seem to get it down, the sight of you all ruined for them having a big effect on them.

minju left from in front of you, going behind you to join chaewon. words weren’t needed for the duo, a simple glance saying everything that needed to be said. minju’s cock was already soaked in your spit, but just to be safe, she reached down to your cunt and scooped some of your cum mixed with chaewon’s and slathered her cock with it. chaewon picked you up, sitting down on the bench and then placing you on top of her, while simultaneously sinking herself back into your snatch.

minju stayed standing until chaewon shot her a look, lifting you up a bit and spreading your ass cheeks open. you let out a small confused squeak at the action, but still didn't think much of it. not until you felt minju’s tip prodding at your asshole, you weren’t given so much as a heads up before minju shoved herself into the tight ring of muscle. you had taken only a couple people there before, but none of them even came close to not only minju’s length but also her girth.

the feeling of both minju and chaewon’s monster fucking cocks in you was most definitely too much. you dont think you’ve ever felt this full, you could feel the both of them moving in and out of you. when chaewon would pull out minju would plunge herself in, not giving you even a moment without being full of cock. your hands were clawing at chaewon’s back as you repeatedly moaned out their names, almost like a mantra. you could feel it, it had barely even been a few minutes yet you had never been more sure of this feeling. you tried your best to hold out, but it was just too much the constant full feeling, the way they made sure that not a crevice was left untouched was too much. the feeling of minju reaching around you to grope your breasts was the frosting on the cake. with the feeling of minju twisting your nipple in between her fingers and you could feel the knot in your lower stomach snapping. you came with a high pitched moan, creamy rings of your cum shaping themselves around chaewon’s length.

the minute you came down from your high, the immediate pain of overstimulation hitting full force. you tried to push yourself off of chaewon, mumbling out ‘wait’, but both minju and chaewon did not care “what happened baby? too much?” chaewon said, her eyes doused in lust, the small glint of faux innocence barely showing in the ocean of lust.

“t-t’ much… p-please, ‘t hurts..” you mumbled out, tears streaming down your face, the overstimulation too much for you.

“too bad, me ‘n wonnie still haven’t gotten off. maybe if your whore pussy didnt cream so soon this wouldn't be happening..” minju said, you could practically see her mocking pout.

you could feel a wave of humiliation wash over you at her words. though you weren’t allowed to indulge in your humiliation, as you felt a finger hook itself in your cunt stretching it open as chaewon stilled. your eyebrows furrowed, to fucked out to even begin to understand what was about to happen. It was then that you felt minju shove her whole cock into your already full snatch. “MMPH— i-it hurts! t-too much!”

you could see the grin on chaewon’s face, satisfied at what they were doing to you and your reaction. “y’know, if you just hadn’t played hard to get this wouldn't be happening, it’s your punishment for even thinking you could reject me. chaewon said, pulling out and pushing herself back in, barely giving you a minute to adjust.

“f-fuck you’re suffocating me.” minju groaned out, kneading your ass as she finally started to move.

the fullness you were now feeling, was something much different from how it felt before. you felt as if you were being stretched to your absolute breaking point, as if the two of them were splitting you open. the feeling mixed with how overstimulated you were sent you into overdrive, leaning down to muffle your moans by biting into chaewon’s shoulder. you were sure you drew blood with how hard you were biting, the faint metallic taste in your mouth proof of that. yet you couldn't seem to let that thought sit for even a second, the overstimulation morphing into overwhelming pleasure.

all the voices and noises seemed to blur out, the only thing you could focus on being the amazing feeling of being split open by two of the biggest cocks you’d ever seen. you had never felt anything this intense. the warm feeling of chaewon shooting her load into you closely followed by minju was your breaking point. everything was just too much, the feeling of finally letting go of the intense built up pressure in your lower stomach was euphoric.

“holy fucking shit.” you could faintly hear chaewon’s voice as she looked at the mess you had made all over her and minju.

you felt chaewon’s soft hands rubbing your back while minju whispered sweet nothings into your ear trying to calm you down. that was the last thing you felt before losing your consciousness, the exhaustion of all that you had done catching up with you.

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onyxonline · 2 months

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(Hands her a milkshake)

I'm Annabelle,

And i only have one question... how old is Dogday and Catnap in your universe?

💋

My personal headcanon is that Dogday was one of the few toys that were an adult in their past life, so their mental capability fits that age.

I think most of the critters by now should be in their late teens early 20s as well, if that makes sense, since we don’t know how young Playtime co turns kids into toys (then again, the fact they chose to make a 7 year old into catnap…yeah I’m setting that bar pretty low, huh.)

Anyways thanks for the Milkshake! Angel will enjoy this treat for sure, he loves cold stuff!

#poppy playtime #Saved AU #onyx’s whimsy art

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leilakisakabiri · 1 year

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Try Not To Laugh Challenge (Pedri)

Summary: You and Pedri are co-workers who are paired up to do a video for the Barcelona Instagram account - the only thing is you’re dating and both bad at hiding the feelings.

Warning(s): none

A/N: Please send in any requests if you have any.

Word Count: [2035]

You stared at the email in disbelief. Just your luck.

You were currently being asked by your manager to meet him on the training grounds to film a video for Barcelona’s Instagram page with Pedri.

Big no.

Originally, Gavi was supposed to film the video with him but had to cancel last minute as the shoot he was doing with Nike was taking longer than anticipated.

Because of the short notice, the players had already been sent home, with only Pedri remaining after practice.

This led to you getting an email from your manager to step up and take the role as you were the team’s social media intern.

You didn’t want to turn him down, one because he was your boss and technically you weren’t even sure if you could without getting fired, but two also because you hadn’t seen Pedri all week and a small part of your brain, that was filled with all the mushy gushy feelings missed him.

The two of you had met when you started your internship with Barcelona the summer prior, he had just been ending his second year as a professional, and you had just ended your second year of college, thus landing the internship as a result.

Initially, things had been pretty awkward between the two of you. You rarely ever saw the players, often being thrown headfirst into the research aspect of social media marketing, such as trying to predict trends and analyzing raw data. It wasn’t until 5 weeks later that you had your first encounter with the boy.

You had walked into the break room, which to be fair was more of a snack room than anything else, the tables filled with different assortments of food.

Once there you noticed that there was only one other person present. A brown-haired boy on the other end of the table, looking intently at what appeared to be muffins.

You chose to ignore him at first, deciding to see the spread of food the Barcelona staff had brought in for everyone today. Your eyes locked on the pizza, and your body filled with excitement.

You were a big fan of pizza.

There was only one slice left and it was calling your name.

You grabbed a plate and made your way over, reaching out, just as another hand stole the pizza.

You looked up, ready to fight for what was rightfully yours, making eye contact with the boy from earlier.

He spoke first “Oh my bad. Did you want that?”

You cleared your throat, ready to stake your claim, but instead only came up with “Oh no, no worries.”

God damn it Y/N. You really need to grow a backbone you thought.

The boy looked at you, “Are you sure, you can have it if you want.”

He held up the limp pizza and you both watched as the cheese slowly started to separate from the sauce.

“I’m good. Thanks.”

The boy nodded before moving along the line.

You looked back over at the food, you had skipped breakfast earlier this morning as your boss asked you to come in earlier than expected so you didn’t have time to grab anything.

As you were contemplating whether to eat a muffin or an apple your stomach began to growl.

You felt your cheeks grow hot as you desperately prayed the boy standing just a few feet away didn’t hear it.

“Okay, clearly you’re hungry. Just take the slice, really I don’t even want it, it’s bad for my diet.”

You wanted to die. You finally met someone who looked around your age and the first thing you did was embarrass yourself in front of them.

You turned around to face the boy, he was once again holding the pizza in his hand, but this time he was stretching it out to you as a peace offering.

You looked at him as he gave you a warm smile.

“Split it?” You asked.

The boy grinned, “For sure.”

After that, whenever you and Pedri saw each other in the hallways you always made sure to stop and say hello. Eventually, those hellos became walking with each other back to your respective cars whenever you ended at the same time. Those walks then became lunch breaks, and before you knew it you were spending so much time with Pedri, you were surprised no one else had picked up on it.

“What do you tell your teammates when they ask where you go?” you questioned, sitting beside him in the empty conference room as you shoveled yogurt into your mouth on a random Friday afternoon.

“I say that I’m talking to my mom.” he admits.

You laugh out loud, reaching over to hit his shoulder, “No way haha. They believe that?”

Pedri rubbed the spot where you hit him, pretending it hurt, “Well they’ve never questioned it.”

“Aww but doesn’t Gavi miss you?” You asked, making a kissy face with your lips, purposely trying to annoy him.

He groaned at your antics, pushing your legs that were rested on his lap away, “Oh fuck off. You know there isn’t anything going on.”

You giggled. Recently someone had started a rumor on the internet that Pedri and Gavi were madly in love and once you had caught wind of it you had brought it up every chance you could, never getting enough of Pedri’s angry face, which in all honesty did not look even the slightest bit intimidating.

“Can’t say the same for us.” Pedri spoke, effectively cutting off your giggles.

You straightened in your seat, “What?”

“Oh c’mon you clearly have a thing for me.” He spoke again.

This time you fully sat up. While it may have been true that you were harboring the slightest, and i mean the slightest of slight, feelings for Pedri, there was no way anyone was ever getting that out of you unless you were literally chained to a wall fighting for you life.

Maybe not even then.

“Not even a chance.” You huffed looking at him as he grinned back at you.

He leaned over, hands finding their way to your shoulders as he squeezed, “Awh c’mon Y/N you’re telling me you don’t even have the tiniest of feelings for me.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, “Why so curious? You got a crush on me or something?”

Now it was his turn to shrink away.

“What? No, of course not.”

“Then why are we talking about this?”

“Whatever.”

You peaked at him through the corner of your eye, you couldn’t tell if you were imagining it or not but you swore you saw the smallest tint of pink on his cheeks.

You were right, he definitely had a crush on you. That all led you to your current position now, where you and Pedri had been dating in secret for 6 months, not wanting to risk telling anyone and you losing your job, since it was against company policy for employees to date when there was a power difference, which in this case there was since Pedri was a player and you were an intern.

Debating it over in your head, you decided to go and just get it over with. You just hoped you and Pedri would be able to keep it undercover.

You both failed. Miserably. Throughout the shoot you kept feeling Pedri’s eyes on you when they shouldn’t have been. For example, when your manager was explaining the rules of the game behind the camera, you could feel Pedri’s gaze directed towards you, and when you turned to look at him, he gave you a smile that made your insides melt.

It had been just over a week since the two of you had last seen each other, with the team going off to compete in a different city for La Liga, and you staying back to keep up with work at home base. You weren’t even able to Facetime as there was never a time where both of you where free or away from everyone else.

You had missed him a lot, and it seemed he had missed you just as much.

“Ok so do you two understand the rules?” Your manager asked.

You gave him a thumbs up before turning to Pedri.

You both walked over to the water bottles, reaching down to collect them. With your backs turned to the camera, Pedri leaned over and whispered,

“I missed you this week. Wish you were with me.”

You sighed, glancing over at him, “Me too.”

You both parted before you could say anything else, standing opposite to each other after being handed flour tortillas.

“Ok so just try to hit each other with the tortilla’s and we’ll be good.”

You had a mouth full of water as you tried to communicate with Pedri about who should go first. The boy stared at you with a confused look.

You started doing the motions of rock, paper, scissors, and finally he understood.

You won, and started moving closer to Pedri with the tortilla raised as he kept moving backwards.

You had to choke back a laugh as he almost tripped over a lighting wire, turning your body away from him and closing your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see the look on his face.

You urged him back towards you, and he took hesitant steps forward.

You pretended to be surprised, and looked at something over his shoulder pointing for him to look.

Stupid boy. Literally the most classic trick in the book.

As he was mid turn you slapped him with the tortilla on his cheek, the noise of water sprurting out of his mouth and silence that followed after sending you into hysterics.

The water spilled out of your mouth as you laughed, “Oh my god, I can’t believe you fell for that!”

Pedri glared at you before giving you a light push as you leaned over trying to catch your breath.

“This is what I get for trusting you.”

You stood back up, tapping his cheek empathetically, “You’ll survive.”

He pulled your hand away from his face, but let his hand rest in yours for a second too long before he dropped it.

“I’ll get you back for that.” He warned once again taking his position across from you.

You smiled sweetly at him, “I’d like to see you try.”

The game went on like that for another 2 rounds before your manager called it quits saying that there was enough footage to post.

You were drenched from head to toe when he had finally called cut, and you had a disgusted look on your face. During the last round, Pedri had purposely lost and spit water all of your face.

You had shrieked jumping away from him, but he grabbed your wrists trapping you from getting too far as he drenched you.

“Pedri Ew! So gross!” You groaned once he finished giving you a mini shower.

He gave you a cheeky smile, “Told you I would get you back.”

You rolled your eyes turning to face the camera, “Can we be done yet?”

Your manager laughed behind the camera, “All good.”

You smiled once more at the camera before saying bye and letting Pedri finish off the video.

Once everything had wrapped and you had dried yourself, Pedri came over to you.

“That was fun!”

You groaned, walking alongside him as you made your way to your cars, “For you maybe.”

“Oh c’mon Y/N, don’t be a sore loser.” He retorted, bumping your shoulder with his.

“I didn’t even lose!” You exclaimed.

Pedri’s eyes twinkled at he looked at you, “That’s not the way I remember it at all.”

“Then you must have amnesia.”

He laughed at your comment, “You know what would probably cure it?”

“Hmm?”

“Some kisses.”

You once again rolled your eyes at Pedri’s cheesy words, but felt your self smile regardless.

“Fine, but you get nothing if I beat you to your car.” You shouted already taking off in a sprint.

You heard Pedri yell after you before he started chasing you, “Not fair!”

You laughed to yourself, feeling so grateful that you had found someone who was just like you.

#pedri #pedri imagine #pedri imagines #pedri headcanon #pedro gonzalez #pedro gonzalez imagine #fc barça #barcelona #pedri angst #pedri fluff #pedri x reader #pedri one shot #football #football imagine #pedriimagine #pedrioneshot #gaviimagine #pablo gavi

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bambisnc · 2 months

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raspberry lip gloss

pairing : j.sc x fem!reader ish genre : angst !! (i promise its not as sad as the combo of pics i chose) cw/tw : reader is kinda confsuing (and confused) as hell + kisses + raspberry + swearing + not proofread wc : 0.8k

you were not having a great day.

with all the projects and schoolwork your teachers sadistically enjoyed piling over you, the only thing you had to look forward to was lunch. which was now taken up by some girl, jiwoo or jisu or something – you’re not really sure, and frankly, don’t really care.

she seems totally unaware of your annoyance, so you take it as a win; that one youtube video on how to pretend that you're not 10 seconds away from committing several criminal acts must have worked.

jisu (or jiwoo), finally speaks up, “so uh.. please don’t take this the wrong way.. but are you and sungchan um t-together?” … she was this hesitant and terrified to ask you that?

“no? we’re just friends; what even gave you the impressio-”

“oh thank goodness!” she interrupts, sighing with relief, “that was all and i’m sorry to have taken your lunch time..”

without waiting for an answer, you watch as she runs back towards someone who you assumed was a friend of hers. you hear the other one’s critical and harshly disapproving tone, “girl how delusional can you be.. have you seen him?? the guy’s obviously fucking mad about her!”

to that jisu/jiwoo easily provides an answer, “i’m going to be so real sweetheart - i don’t care if he is ‘cause like – have you seen him?? i’d be okay being the homewrecker for that, if you know what i mean~”

you’re not a huge fan of this conversation.

“... you’re mad.”

“ugh only for him~ like c’mon have you seen him. he’s just soo-” -

“sec c!”

“what.”

“the answer yn.. (1+sin c) divided by (cos c) would be secant c! god, i’m great at this trigonometry shit.” sungchan is rather delighted at having solved one of the easiest questions from the practice test papers you were both had been working on for the past few hours.

you let him ramble on about how he could literally solve all of these in minutes it’s just that he chose not to, allowing your mind to drift away with his soothing voice.

you think of that girl (jiwoo.. or jisu?) and how she was probably planning on confessing to your friend sometime in the future. which was probably why she asked if there was something going on between the two of you..

“oh right!” he suddenly announces, “jisu from your class confessed to me after school today.” you definitely can sense a hint of amusement by his tone; but also..

damn jiwoo worked fast huh?

“i’m assuming you turned her down?” you quip back playfully

“excuse me?? assuming?? what do you mean by that??” sungchan always takes your banter the right way – it’s one of the things you’re very fond of about the guy.

“just.. i don’t think you’d be here with me if you’d had a girlfriend by now~” ruffle his hair a bit to emphasize that this is friendly, you’re teasing him platonically.

his smile drops at that, “i would never leave you like that yn; not for anyone.” and there it is.

you opt to let his words sink in hang in the air for some time.

“heyy yn. what’s up with you you’ve been actin’ weird all dayy..” sungchan asks, snapping his fingers in a somewhat desperate attempt to break your haze.

choosing to stay silent again; you’re not really sure how to answer his question. follow it up by dropping your eyes down to his lips and back to his eyes, as if posing a question of your own.

and he knows the answer. he always does.

sungchan pulls himself closer to you, cupping your cheek with one hand. a brush of his lips to yours, as if testing the waters, before he completely closes the distance between you both.

the kiss is long, drawn out. but at the same time it’s .. soft. when you break apart for air, his lips have the slight sheen of your raspberry lip gloss. it looks pretty on him.

“this.” you blurt out, “this is wrong. we- friends don’t do shit like this.”

but he’s just as quick to fight back, “so let’s not be friends then. let’s be more.”

“sungchan.. i wouldn’t.. i couldn’t bear–” not being enough. not being perfect for him.

“couldn’t bear the idea of dating me. yeah okay i got it.” he’s slow to pack up his stuff, and all you can do is numbly try to process it all..,

“what are you trying to say.”

“i’m leaving. i- i can’t do this right now. i’ll see you later.” he leans to kiss your forehead lightly.

flinching slightly at his touch, you swallow the lump in your throat, to choke out an, “i think we should stop this. for good.”

your closeness makes you feel like you physically hear his heart shatter into a million pieces, or maybe that’s just yours.

“what happens to us then…?”

“sungchan.. that’s the thing. there was never an us.”

he leaves without another word.

at school the next day, you see him with his arm wrapped around jiwoo’s waist (shit no, you think it’s jisu). you can almost swear that there’s an ever so slight pink shimmer to his lips... and.. is that your lip gloss in his pocket?

notes : fell into a rabbit hole while doign chem idek </3 + [m.list]

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rinbowaman · 20 days

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₵Ⱨ₳₱₮ɆⱤ ₴ɆVɆ₦ : The Cannibal

Series: The Otherside

Warnings: gore, mentions of butchering human bodies, hints of cannibalism, survive and escape vibes, blood, dub-con vibes, this is not for the light hearted.

“Fuck this shit I’m out!”

Like clockwork, each member fleds; they spread out, ditching their pitiful gardening tools. You hear the commotion as you wiggle within the chained restraint, how odd that a whole group would rather flee than to gain up and tackle one man; surely they would win if they did.

The chains remain unbreakable as you attempt to feed your hands out of the metal cuffs, only able to free one hand in the process. You managed to lean your body over as the chained belt pinches your waistline. You finger the other cuff, desperately trying to pry it open so you could have both hands to work on the elongated piece that belted you to the stone platform. Suddenly a small poke causes you to yelp as the sharp sensation is pressed against your throat. You lay wide eyed as you stare Jessica dead in the eye. Her measly weapon of opportunity was hardly to be afraid of, yet with you forced into a stagnant position, you feared for your life as you saw desperation in her expression. “Don’t you dare move, I swear—“

Blood splatters across your face and you fall into a moment of shock. For about three seconds, your mind was an optical illusion until you snapped back into the reality of the situation—which was your co-worker stumbling to pieces as a large machete blade was fed through her stomach. The projection of the throw, along with the precision, was strong enough to slash through bone and cartilage. Your lips quiver out of fear as you watch her eyes roll back. Down she goes.

You couldn’t stop shaking. The amount of horror within you was enough to shrivel your spine, yet somehow you had enough courage—or curiosity, to turn your head. What you feared most was the expectation of this gifted killer to come at you next, now that everyone was gone. Your peripherals caught sight of numerous bodies laying lifeless by his feet, no wonder the remaining members chose to escape. The man was silent in his actions, you weren’t aware that he chopped down more than the leader of the group.

He stalks his way over in your direction. You shook more vigorously as you made out his body type. He was tall, with a boxy frame; mostly slender with subtle bulky muscle that graced his arms. The veins travel along them like rivers in the Amazon. He comes closer, and closer.

“Well shit.”

His voice was as deep as his brows. He tilts his head as he sighed, it was one that expressed the burden of a heavy weight—you.

“P-please…d-don’t—“ it was all you could stutter as you refused to take your eye off him. It was a defensive trait as you feared turning away would place you in a vulnerable spot, until you realized that you were without a weapon and chained up.

He squints his eyes and licks the top row of his offensive teeth. What was he going to do? The others had it coming, even with the intention of leaving this grave sight without killing anyone, that moral compass went south the moment he was spotted digging up fresh graves. He never liked hurting people, but became so good at it due to the amount of times he’s been forced to. Not to mention, all the times he’s had to hunt for food with Heeseung. Under normal circumstances, it was usually his sadistic friend who would do the deed. All his victims were ones who collected victims themselves; the sick and demented that were gifted in return by society due to their families expanded wealth. But ever since a pretty dainty thing named h/n inadvertently caught his eye, Heeseung had been more preoccupied in taming his new pet, leaving for Sunghoon to resort to this old nightly trend. A trend that was meant to end peacefully and inconspicuously, has now produced a conundrum.

‘What the hell do I do now? Do I call Heeseung and Jake?’

He was certain that his friends would come to aid him, there was no question about it. It was the sense of burdening them to do so, especially when Heeseung had recently claimed how much more work than he expected to clip his little birdies' wings. As for Jake, it had been a solid week since either one of them had heard from the Aussie stud.

The silence early killed you itself. You couldn’t bear it anymore as you anticipated the worst of the man’s actions. With his grip tightening on the remaining blade, his pupils shift from side to side as he ponders on what exactly the best course of action to take. Finishing you off was out of the question. You weren’t presenting a threat—at least not yet. While the others provided reasons to die by his hand, it was obvious by your current condition that you were dragged into this matter against your own will. A frail little thing, presented as an offering for their false belief. In a way, he felt sorry for you.

He notices your free hand, which then triggers him to make his next move. Tossing you a black sash, he directs the aim of it to your face. “Cover your eyes.”

His voice was low. You hysterically sob as you come to the conclusion that the man was going to execute you blindfolded. As if he read your mind, he sits on the stone platform beside you and leans in. “I’m not going to hurt you. Okay? Just put it on and we’ll get out of here. No screaming or crying, otherwise I will have to shut you up.”

His words sounded sincere. Maybe that was due to how his fingers came up to sweep the stands away from your cheek. You had no choice, so you obliged. Seeing you struggle to place the tie the sash nearly made him chuckle. It was somewhat cute with the way you were trying to obey, so much that you did everything you could to hold it in place when you weren’t able to tie it properly. He raises his hands and with a gentle, feathered touch, he ties the dash for you. Your breath paused during the entire time as you felt the long fingernails gently feeding through your hair. “Don’t move.”

You barely process his words when suddenly you felt the weight of metal shambles relieve you. You couldn’t see how he did it, but from what you could gather helping your ears, the man was skilled with those blades of his and managed to cut the chains at an angle, immediately snapping it and breaking the length of it. “I’ll remove this later.” His voice calmly states as you felt his finger hook under the cuff, between your skin and the metal. Breaking the other chains, you felt the lightweight of freedom. It felt like you were floating.

He drags you for God knows how long. Finally the car stabilizes to park mode as you feel the riddling engine shut off and the seat beneath you stops vibrating. The door closest to you opens and you feel his hands lift you from the back seating row. He was gentle, but so strong. You hindered each breath as you try to guess where he has taken you, but the blindfold proves to be an adequate obstruction in blocking your vision. He sits you down in what you guessed was a couch, after bringing you in and aiding you up a series of stairs after sitting in an elevator for a lengthy ride. At least you think it was an elevator. Your ankles binder by rope as are your wrists. He broke the chains but kept you bonded to ensure his cover and identity was not released through your venturous escape. When all was said and done, you feel him gently untying the blindfold and lifting it from your eyes. You looked around and was amazed to find yourself at the center of a well furnished bedroom. Seated on the edge of the large bed, you looked around to see the modern art pieces and the small sculptures that decorated the space. He stood before you with blood staining his hands and flight suit.

“Make yourself comfortable. You’ll be staying here for a while.”

You slightly shook your head. “I-I can’t—“

“It’s either you stay, or you die.” He cuts you off while still keeping a calm demeanor. “You saw what I did. I can’t risk you going out and getting the police involved. For now on, you stay here.”

At first you couldn’t lie, a piece of you didn’t seem to have any objections considering his rather luxurious apartment, the man obviously came from money and luck. However, you couldn’t possibly stay with a strange man, especially when a significant factor that had slipped your mind back at the grave sight, it came back up as if to specifically impede in your decision…except you didn’t really have one.

Your eyes widened in absolute horror as you watched from up the staircase. Through the front door, he brought in one body bag after another. Oh God…

Now you remember why he was there in the first place. Overhearing the confused gasps of the cult allowed you to piece together the sickness this man was infected with. You panicked. You had to figure out how to get out of these ropes, there’s no way you could stay here. This man—this monster, was he intending to keep you so he could butcher you for his future meals? It becomes harder to breathe as you wiggled and squirmed, doing your best to break free. You hear him dragging one of the bodies into the bathroom, no doubt getting ready to section it off, piece by piece.

Finally, shifting your wrists loosened up the rope. You were able to use your teeth to pull it completely out of place, undoing the knot completely. You freed your ankles and removed your shoes to avoid making any noise against the magnificently marbled tile. Tip toeing through the hall, you took each step down the staircase as gently and carefully as possible. You heard him working the corpse from the crack in the door, it was the most sickening sound you ever heard. You weren’t sure what was worse, nearly being killed for a sickening ritual or being saved by a man who was the sickest.

The knob is within your grasp, you hold on and gently turn it. The door clicks open, which fortunately occurred during a large chop through what you guessed was a limb or joint. Opening the front door allowed you to view the entire private corridor, leading to a dead end. There, you saw it. A single elevator stationed off to the side. Freedom.

You quickly make your way over, but despair hits you in finding out that the keypad to the side required a passcode in order to operate it. It would so appear the entire floor was a private residence, as well as this elevator. How you wished you had peeled from beneath the blind fold to see the code entered. How were you supposed to get out of here now?

Taking the chance to guess the code, you start puncturing numbers at random. The keypad flashes red and makes a subtle beep to reflect the error. You continued to enter a compilation of numbers when a sudden sight caused you to scream. A bloodied hand reaching over your shoulder, plastered over the keypad. You jolt back and lea against the wall, the man was coated with more blood than before. It was a hellish sight, one that you could never forget.

“Running?” His voice came off almost facetiously as he taunts you with a small toothy grin. His look was somewhat different from before. It was a look of bold hunger, a contrast from the seemingly shy-quiet boy appeal he had before. It was almost as if the smell and sight of blood triggered him, the same way it happens with a lone shark in deep waters.

“Please…I-i won’t tell anyone. Just let me leave. I didn’t ask to be here…I didn’t ask for any of this. I just want to forget about all of this. I promise I won’t—“

He takes a step towards your direction, inadvertently shutting you up. Seeing you in this light, this specific version of you, it was eye opening to him. He’s never seen someone so wide eyed and pure, so clean and sheltered from the toxicity of evil and gore. To him, you were Persephone, in need of her Hades. He raises a hand with the intention of caressing your cheek, but the glistening shine of the red stain causes you to squint and yelp in fear. Of course it would. How clumsy of him to forget that the essence of your purity shouldn’t be stained. He lowers his hand, flicking his two fingers, bidding you to come hither his way. “Come here. Come and stay with me.”

You shook your head vigorously. There was no way. Not after knowing his darkest secret. “I can’t! Please let me go!”

He smiles and gives a small chuckle. “Go upstairs, and clean up. Top drawer to the right, you’ll find my collared button shirts. Put one on and get some sleep.” It was almost as if he didn’t even hear you. Maybe he did, he just refused to listen or honor your words. You shook your head in gloom as you found yourself trapped and forced to abide by his command. You sob silently as you start to walk back to the front door, his arm shelters your shoulders as he cradles you under the strength of his limb.

“Shh…good little girl.”

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malebodyexhibit · 1 year

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Pygmalion (a Next Door Boy tale)

You’ve been hearing a lot about the Next Door Boy agency. It’s was a sleeper hit with traction having only been among the wealthy. Now more terms and conditions are being laid on with the public gaining more and more interest in its services. I managed to ride the coat tails during its debut. In fact, I was one of the first hundred clients to try it out. I was a 63-year old business man who had a large amount of capital, even after my divorce and child support. When I was selected as to premier the service, I was ecstatic. But the wait for the actual service date was torture. You see, they had to find consenting adults to be the talent. Finding attractive, young men to be hosts to an older clientele would be hard. Whenever they found one for me, then I’d be able to try it.

But I had particular taste in who I wanted to be. I offered to help find talent and the company agreed. When you offer the amount of money desperate old men would pay to be a young fuckable hunk, it was easy to find Owen. Owen was an 18-year-old high school graduate. He had high dreams of becoming a Chaturbate star or OnlyFans model. He really worked that body of his. In my chats with him, he really detailed his workout routine, his diet, and his hygiene. It was important to him that others found him hot and sexy. I assured him that with his body, he was certainly a prize, but that he could make more money with this new company.

He signed on. He hardly needed to be persuaded! I spoke with Owen a great deal. In fact I knew him while he was a football player. I’d cheer for him during home games. My own son idolized him. My son went on to college while Owen stayed and worked out, trying to be that sex symbol. In my talks with Owen, I asked him what he wanted to do with his life. Owen said again the OnlyFans stuff, but when I pushed him further, he was at a loss.

“I’m not gonna let myself get old, Mr. [Redacted],” Owen said. He flashed me a cocky smile, running his hand through his curly hair. “I’m gonna settled down with someone and retire on the beach.”

I gave a pained smile.

Owen underwent the procedure to install the implant. He just wanted the money and didn’t really want to discuss the conditions of our deal. Finally we settled that I would co-inhabitate him for a half-a-year with me taking control every two days a month. He agreed to be placed in suspension due to not wanting a temporary body (which is basically being a roommate in someone’s mind with other displaced consciousnesses) or being in my old, out-of-shape body. I would spent two days living his life, enjoying his youth. As you imagined, I spent the first few times working his cock raw, playing with my abs, and trying to flirt with his straight friends.

Things really progressed slowly. Adjusting to the disorientation took a lot of time, so when the half year was up, we spoke again about new conditions. He really liked the money, but I felt bored in his small life. There was working out, hanging out with friends, and nothing else. I decided to offer him a place at my home in a larger city. There he could enroll in college courses or take up a job. He tried to tell me he wasn’t interested in those things, but I practically begged him that I was interested and wanted to experience those things as him. He didn’t have to go there. It would only be when I was him. So our new conditions were set up. I would be him for two days a week. He made sure I stuck to a strict diet and workout routine while I was him. I agreed. I started to enjoy his grind for a perfect body.

While I possessed him, I went to classes. I chose art courses for Owen because it was something I didn’t have a chance to do in my life, and it wasn’t heavy on studying or reading. Jobs for college students are usually pretty light so I got a gig at the school. The job I chose for Owen was a Math tutor on the days I possessed Owen. I knew math pretty as I was an accountant, so it didn’t feel out of place for me. My life felt so much better now that I could do something other than working out. I actually made plenty of art friends. I also had the benefit of ‘running into’ my son.

I chose the same college as my son, Levi. At first I assumed I chose it because it was convenient. But subconsciously, maybe I wanted to be closer to him. He always idolized Owen. Maybe I could show him a better Owen to idolize. When I ran into Levi, he almost didn’t recognize me. While possessing him, I usually kept Owen’s bro fashion sense: gray sweatpants, an Underarmor compression shirt, and briefs. I felt it made me unique among the hipster types in the art classes. But sometimes I decide to try something more risqué (think crop top tees, or tight jeans that show the outline of a jock strap). That’s when I ran into Levi. My lower abs peeking from a crop top tee. I was free balling in sweatpants with my dick outline obvious to the eyes. We were awkward at first, but we started talking about high school. I was able to flip through Owen’s memories and be convincing. We went out to eat dinner (I was stuck to getting something high protein for the diet condition) and walked in the park. As a couple months went by, Levi mentioned wanting to go on a camping trip with me and his friends. His dad used to take him camping before he divorced his mother. He missed those days. (Oh.) I was excited and realized that there were another three months before new terms could be made. I apologized to Levi that I couldn’t but maybe the next year.

We didn’t make much contact after that. But in my old body, I found Levi visited more often. It was I who offered a camping trip. Escaping into Owen the past months had calmed me. I had been livid with Levi’s mother during and after the divorce. We disagreed about everything even though we had a good few years. Things gotten strained when I couldn’t continue to live a life of lies. Now that I calmed, I actually managed to strike a comfortable friendship with his mother. And with her agreement, we decided to surprise Levi with a… goodbye camping trip of sorts. A goodbye to those bad memories and the old marriage. His mother didn’t like camping much, so it was more of a backyard camping situation with his mother sleeping in a cabin while he and I slept in tents a stone’s throw away. It was remarkably peaceful. The trip was about 8 days and I missed the possession session with Owen.

Owen continued his thing while I was away. He stay at my house was secret. He was usually out of the way, but whenever Levi came over, he had to be out of sight. He did want to reconnect with his old friend, but Levi finding his dad living with his old high school friend would be super weird. Owen usually busied himself cam whoring or working out in his private gym.

When the time came for new set of conditions, Owen actually declined to continue. He had saved up enough money and wanted to live his own life. I didn’t want that. I managed to convince him to stay. There’d be no easier money than this.

I wanted more of Owen’s time. I wanted to go camping with Levi as his friend. I wanted to get more serious with his education and career. I offered a suggestion. It was the one of the first serious suggestions of the time of this nature. Others have made similar serious suggestions, but quickly backed off when there was pushback from the company and host. I pushed forward, particularly because I managed to talk Owen into it.

I wanted to live a quarter of a year as Owen entirely. I didn’t want to do the six days possessed then one day normal type deal. I wanted to sleep and wake as Owen. Of course the company altered this as much as they could. I would co-exist with Owen. We’d switch off who was in control. This would be so that Owen wouldn’t be in a sleep-type purgatory for months since he vehemently disagreed with being me. The company couldn’t offer a temporary host for that long. Also, the company wanted to test this type of set up. It could open new doors for business.

It started really well. Owen would wake while I watched his life. He’d make his breakfast, work out, masturbate, etc. I’d take over and head to class. It was so mundane like putting on a suit for work. Sometimes he’d have me do the workout and masturbation while he would listen to lectures (well, we both listened to the lectures; I was just in the backseat). Eventually we’d argue in our head about what to do. I masturbate to men; he masturbates to women. I want to suck cock; he wants to fuck pussy. Most of our arguments were about sex. To get back at him, I remember just hooking up with guys as often as I could. When I was in control, was when I was in some guy’s hole. I think that was what caused the error. Whenever one of us was in the backseat of our mind, we could still observe and feel what was happening to our body, but when there was a repugnant or painful stimulation, we sometimes involuntarily dissociated ourselves. It’s a bit freaky. One minute you’re helplessly watching yourself fall, preparing for hitting the ground, then the next second, an hour went by. I think that happened to Owen. In the backseat of our mind, he watched helplessly as I sucked cock with his mouth and got fucked in his ass by another guy. I could sense him still, but he was quiet. Over time, it grew dimmer and dimmer until I felt I was utterly alone.

Next Door Boy reacted… curiously. It wasn’t that they were excited or upset, but they just wanted all the information on what happened. They decided to remove me from the host to see if Owen would recover. A week had gone by. Owen’s body still lived. It was sustained by an automatic response to breathe, but it needed to be fed and taken care of.

It seemed to be a lawsuit in the works, but they seemed to find a practical solution.

They stuck me back in Owen’s body. Now my body. My old body was on ‘vacation’ and would only occasionally come back. I tried to keep up the appearances of Owen and myself before it got to cumbersome. And my life truly was in Owen.

By that time, Levi and I as Owen went our camping trip. We had a blast with our friends. I felt Levi and I grow closer, and while it felt strange to feel this way towards Levi, I reminded myself I wasn’t his father anymore.

My old body would leave some money for Levi and his mother. The rest would be funneled secretly to Owen’s body. I would still have some measure of wealth and a younger, youthful body.

It’s been over half a decade and I graduated college with a dual major in Art and Accounting. I’m able to pursue an art career. I entered into a loving relationship with my husband.

The circumstances with Owen and Next Door Boy might’ve inspired the universal conditions that aim to protect the host, but I’m not at liberty to discuss it. I no longer use those services, in fact Levi and I laughed as we read the stories of middle aged men using young men to fulfill their sex lives. “How desperate do you have to be?” Levi asked me.

“I don’t know,” I said, truly not sure how desperate I had been. “But I’m glad we have each other.”

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jujutsukatsuki · 2 years

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Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, throatfucking, spitting, gagging, messy makeup, soft kiri <3

Smut will be under the cut!

Sometimes things don’t work out, plans fall through, people flake, or your boyfriend since freshman year of high school decides to dump you via text when you were waiting for him at the coffee shop you always met at when you and him got off work.

So here you are, sitting in this little café, crying into your ceramic cup full of espresso that has foam art of a heart. You sniffle as you sit in the booth. It didn’t help that today was already awful. You flunked a test you stayed up all night studying for cause life would be too easy to let you have one thing go right today. Your AP literacy teacher seemed to have a burning hatred for you and you had cracked your phone screen.

If you weren’t spending thousands on college and already in your last year, you might have quit today.

Your only saving grace? The cute barista who you’d come to know as Eijiro Kirishima. He had covered your drink when you realized that your wallet was at home sitting on your coffee table.

You barely touched the cup of coffee he had spent time making just for you, even adding the cute heart on top. Instead you chose to keep your head in your hands as you stared at the table blankly, tears falling from your face into the coffee, ruining the art.

Kirishima bussed a few tables before he got to you.

“Y/n?” He asked softly as he put a hand on your shoulder. You sniffled and looked up at him, a white towel was throwing over the tight black shirt he wore. A black apron covered the front of his body. You took notice of a couple pins he had on the front. A pin from a hero movie, crimson riot or something, you couldn’t remember the actual name. A pin that read He/Him, his name tag that had a pink smiley face sticker along with his title of Assistant Manager for X amount of years on it and a pin that read ‘Ask me about my favorite coffee!’

“Y/n?” He asked again as he knelt down a bit to be eye level with you.

“Sorry, yeah, what’s up Kirishima?” You wiped the black stained tears from your cheeks.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Your bottom lip quivered, fresh tears pricked your eyes, face was hot with embarrassment and sadness.

“M-my boyfriend broke up with me over text.” You covered your mouth with your hand and let out a muffled sob. Kiri’s eyes held an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. Pity? Genuine concern? You weren’t sure.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, that’s so unmanly of him.” He wrapped you in a tight bear hug. You wrapped your arms around him tight and cried into his chest.

Eijiro ended up taking his break so he could comfort you while his co-worker, Shoto, covered. He listened to you vent about your problems and frustrations, you actually drank the new coffee that Kiri brought over for you this time, he didn’t want you to drink a coffee that was probably 85% your tears at that point.

He sat next to you and held your hand as you cried into his shoulder.

“I mean, nearly eight years.” You cried. “I thought him and I were gonna get married.” Kirishima rubbed your back slowly as he listened, he didn’t talk, just listened and god it felt nice.

“To tell you the truth, I never liked him much.” Eijiro said once you had calmed down, tears slowly falling less and less.

“Why?” You sniffled and looked up at him.

“He was super bossy and didn’t tip well.” Kiri joked to try and cheer you up. You let out a small laugh.

“He was like that wasn’t he?” You brushed some hair behind your ear and wiped your face with the sleeve of your jacket.

“I don’t want to tell you that everything is going to be okay because I don’t know if it will. But what I can tell you is that you’re such a good, kind, genuine person and anyone is lucky to have you. You’re truly a gift Y/n. And you’re really pretty.” He smiled

Your face felt warm as he said that. “Thanks Kiri. And thank you for listening, I really needed that today.”

“Anytime.” He smiled at you with a big toothy grin.

He got back to work after that, only after he gave you his number if you needed anything of course and you went home to kick your boyfriend out of the apartment.

Only you came home to him having sex with your best friend in the bed the two of you shared. Honestly, you didn’t even care at that point. You calmly gathered all your things, told him to have a nice life and that you were telling the landlord about him smoking weed in the apartment all the time.

With no where to go and a car full of stuff, your brain went on auto pilot. You ended up in front of the coffee shop. It was now pouring rain outside, thunder and lightening were brewing in the sky.

Your eyes held a blank gaze as you stared straight ahead. A soft knock came from your passenger window, it made you jump as you unlocked the door after seeing a familiar red head.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Kiri asked as he climbed into the passenger seat, he was no longer wearing his apron and the tight black shirt he wore clung even tighter to his body thanks to the rain. His normal spikes of hair were now hanging down in his face.

You sat and told Kiri about what happened once you had got home. His jaw dropped as he heard about what you walked into you. He invited you to stay with him for the night.

Little did you know that one night was gonna change everything.

That was all a year ago. You’ve been living in Kirishima’s guest room ever since.

Currently you were making dinner, Kirishima was gonna be home soon from work and you decided to make his favorite meal that you knew how to cook. Homemade chicken Alfredo.

The front door’s lock jiggled as he unlocked the door and walked in.

“Y/n, I’m home.” He hummed as he dropped his work backpack next to the house and took his shoes off.

“In the kitchen Eiji!” You called out as you were mixing the noodles and sauce.

“Hey.” He smiled as he kissed the back of your head before he grabbed a soda from the fridge.

“Did you have a good day at work?” You asked as you put the noodles to simmer on a low heat.

“It was alright, had a few Karens. What about your day?”

You smiled softly as you looked at him. A black bandana was holding his hair back from his face, he had a smile that reached his eyes as he inquired about your day.

Suddenly it dawned on you how domestic you and him were. How he’d come home and kiss your head, how you’d snuggle into his side as you watch a tv show together, how he’d carry you to your bed and kiss your forehead as he tucked you in. How he’d come up behind you when you were with his friends and wrap his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder.

You were in love with your roommate and best friend.

As you two sat in the couch eating dinner, your legs were over his lap, head resting against his thick biceps. Your thoughts were full of details about Kirishima that you could get rid of. The small scar above his eye he got from jumping through a window when he was a kid, the tattoos that decorated his inner arms, a few comic book heroes and anime characters he loved, the way he instantly relaxed under your touch. You noticed how much Kiri loved touching you. He was always the first one to hold you close to him or kiss your head.

You kept staring at him from the corner of your eye, enough that he caught your gaze.

“You okay, sweet girl?” He asked as he reached out and gently wiped a bit of sauce from the corner of your lips with his thumb. Your face was suddenly very hot as you slowly nodded, he wiped his thumb on a napkin.

“You seem quieter tonight are you sure you’re alright?”

“Kiri, do you…” You stopped to think about your phrasing before you decided to come out and say it.

“Do you like me?”

He cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Yeah of course, you’re like my best friend.” He smiled a bit

“No I mean like… romantically.”

Kiri’s cheeks went bright red as he stuttered out a answered.

“Is- uh.. Is it okay if I say yes?” He nervously cleared his throat as he chewed on his bottom lip, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped.

“Yeah of course! I just, I realized that.. maybe I’ve always known and I was just scared but I don’t want to ruin anything and you’re just so sweet and I’m worried that I’m not good enough for you but I like you like that an-“

He cupped your cheek with his huge hand and kissed you. It was such a polite way to shut you up. You kissed back, hands finding the shirt he wore and clutching it in your hands. His lips were soft against yours, his actions were gentle as his other hand held the back of your neck.

The kiss was broken when you both needed air. Lips were swollen and red, faces were warm and the only noise was that of soft panting.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a while.” He smiled as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“How long?” You questioned

“Since the very first day you walked into the coffee shop and ordered a hot chocolate and a croissant.“ Your face seemed to get even warmer.

“You remembered what I ordered?”

Kirishima chuckled as he nodded.

“Yeah, you asked for four pumps of extra chocolate in the drink because sometimes it wasn’t a strong enough taste for you. Plus you gave me like a 15 dollar tip.”

You laughed and Kirishima fell deeper in love with you at the sound you made. His smile grew as he watched you.

That night you laid in your bed, tossing and turning as you thought of the revelations from tonight. You loved him and he loved you. Now what the fuck do you do?

You shoved the blankets off you and got up, slipping on the bunny slippers that Kiri got for you last Christmas. You opened your door only to come face to face with him. His red hair was down in his face as he looked like he hadn’t slept yet.

“What are we?” The two of you said in sync. Both of you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“What do you want?” Kiri asked as he placed a hand on your upper arm before it slid down to grab your hand.

“You.” You whispered softly as you gently squeezed his hand.

“I want you too.” He smiled tiredly

“So.. does that mean we’re dating?” You asked for confirmation.

“I guess it does.” He kissed your forehead and squeezed your hand.

“Let me take you on a date tomorrow- er, later tonight?” He chuckled

“Oh yeah? Where are we gonna go?”

“Not sure yet but I’ll pick you up at seven?” He grinned

“I’ll make sure I’m ready by then.” You moved to wrap your arms around his neck.

“If I’m a few minutes late it’s cause my super cute roommate takes forever to get ready.” He teased

“I do not!” You laugh, Kiri reached down and picked you up by your thighs. You gasped, your slippers falling off in the process

“Eiji!”

“What?” He hummed as he stole you away to his room.

“I can walk you know.” You yawn softly, sleep already starting to pull you under.

“I know.” He yawned after you did. He laid down in his bed and laid you next to him. You could see in Kiri’s eyes that he was seconds from sleep. By the time you pulled the blanket over you two, he was out. You snuggled into his chest, it was a perfect fit like you two were made for each other.

One of his hands rested on your thigh, the warm feeling made butterflies in your stomach as sleep became an anchor chained to your ankle yanking you down through the waves of tranquility.

It was your first big date with Eijiro, you put on a nice black dress that hugged your figure in a way that made you feel confident with a deep v neck line that showed off your cleavage and a pair of red heels. Thankfully the dress stopped about mid knee level so it showed off the heels.

You weren’t sure where you and him were going, only that he told you to dress fancy. He looked very handsome in a black suit with a red tie. He grinned like a mad man when he saw you. His large hands found your waist as you snaked your arms around his neck, fingers grazing the hair of his undercut.

“Baby, you look-” He cuts himself off as he moves you to do a little twirl for him. Kiri’s eyes rake over your figure before his eyes meet yours as you twirl back to face him. The smile on his face reaches his eyes, he's looking at you like you’re the love of his life, like you’re a gift to this world.

To him, you are all of those.

Dinner goes well, Eijiro tells you stories that have happened at work recently, you tell him about what you’re learning at college. The entire time he looks at you as if you put the stars in the sky.

He’s so in love with you, it hurts.

🛑 Smut under cut 🛑

After dinner was the fun part. It wasn’t the first time you two did it. But this would be the first time that the two of you were going to have needy, messy sex. Your hands were all over each other, grasping at clothing and skin until your clothes were in balls on the floor.

“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty on your knees.” Kiri panted softly as he looked at you. His lips were swollen with light stains of the lipstick you had worn, his pupils were huge, lust blown. His hand cups your cheek as he stands in front of you, one hand gripping the base of his cock. The tip is red and leaky with dribbles of pre cum.

“Thank you daddy.” You smile and stick out your tongue, his cock is huge. Youre not sure how youre gonna fit the monster in your mouth, the only hope you had was how well he fit in your cunt. Eijiro grins as he smacks the tip of his cock against your tongue.

“Such a messy girl.” He whispers as he licks his lips in anticipation. You slowly take every inch of his cock down your throat, you get about half way before your mouth feels extremely full.

Eijiro lets out a soft groan as his hands tangle in your hair. He bucks his hips into your mouth. Needy. Wanting. He’s doing everything he can to chase his high. You pull back for a moment to talk to him, saliva drips down your chin.

“You can fuck my throat Daddy.”

His brain malfunctions over your words, with one hand he puts his cock back into your mouth as the other has your hair gripped tightly. You let your jaw remain slack as he started to thrust into your mouth.

The feel of your throat gripping his cock is the most euphoric. Drool drips down your chin to between your breasts. The feeling of your gagging satisfies him, the way you clench around his cock. Between your legs is slick, your thighs stick together as you rub them together for friction. You let out a whine as you make eye contact with him, he thrusts harder down your throat, causing you to gag again. This time he holds your head down, nose buried in his neatly trimmed happy trail.

The gagging is what’s pushing him over the edge, he reaches down and wraps his hand around your throat. He can feel himself buried inside. Your head feels light, but it feels too good to tap him on the thigh and make him stop. Without warning, his cum floods down your throat, making you instantly start swallowing.

His breathing is harsh as he pulls out, muscles in his thighs are lightly jerking and a few spurts of cum find their way on your lips and chest.

“Fuck.” He curses as he looks at you, makeup smeared around your face, lips red and puffy, cum dripping down your skin. He can’t help but add to the mix with his spit before he smears the mixture all over your cheeks and mouth.

“So fucking pretty. Gonna make such a mess of you.” He smirks as he lifts you up and lays you on the bed. You have a feeling that the neighbors are gonna have a noise complaint to give your landlord, but in that moment, you couldn’t give a fuck. You were about to be obliterated by your boyfriend's huge cock, and that’s all that mattered to you.

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wickedlyqueer · 3 months

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if you feel like it!!! i’d like to know your thoughts and hcs for a modern setting (or not) where things are relatively normal and elphaba has to take care of liir (as his 7yo self) and there’s also glinda. I’ve always wondered how she (also glinda) would work around children – i know we see elphaba in the book around them and she doesn’t care, but she is also going insane and full of grief so i don’t really take it as a response. I’m not sure if my request makes sense but i always enjoy your thoughts!

For someone who has said repeatedly they don't see gelphie as parents at all, yous seem desperate for my opinions on gelphie as parents. 😆 Anyway,

Even as their happiest and best selfs, I still think neither Glinda or Elphaba would ever chose to become a parent. It just... falls into their lap and they make the best of it.

And by that I mean, after college, Glinda and Elphaba broke up for about a year or two and Elphaba runs into Fiyero and gets knocked up (oops) during their shortlived fling and then 9 months later there was Liir.

They are very much a dysfunctional family. They probably co-parent with Fiyero—who is most likely, objectively, the best parent out of the three of them. (@gliyerabaa wanna take this brain wave over and make it into some ot3 hcs lmao?)

Elphaba would be both the fun parent and the strict parent. Yes, let's get on this rollercoaster you're not even tall enough for. No, you can't play video games before finishing all your homework. Yes, let's have only a ton of ice cream for dinner. It honestly gives Liir whiplash lmao.

Glinda brings some much needed structure to Liir's life. She likes the routine and recognizes that Elphie's chaotic and impulsive tendencies are not always what a little child needs.

It takes a bit before Glinda gets over her envy (since Liir is the living and breathing evidence that Elphaba very much loved someone who is not her and it infuriates her). But, through interacting with Liir, she sets those feelings aside. Because, holy shit, she adores that boy pretty much like he is her own son.

They both tuck Liir in and together tell him a bedtime story. It's a night time ritual that came out of Liir being so upset to go to sleep, it was a two-person-job to basically wrestle him to bed. Now he's older, it's a lot better, and for all of them one of their favorite times of day. But oohh boy if one of them isn't presence. The Tantrum that ensues...

Anyway, if you want to see the Liir&Glinda&Elphaba dynamic I very much encourage you to read attrition by @festivating. It's very good!

#wicked the musical #wicked #gelphie #glinda upland #elphaba thropp #liir thropp #sam's asks #headcanons

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riptideripley · 9 months

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Pls do something with Dom x Fem reader where they get tattoos and make it fluffy plss?

Twins

gif creds: @mxmoth

summary:You and Dominik finally decide on a tattoo for you both together,but with a surprise

WC:510

“Dom come on! The appointment is in like 15 minutes hurry up” you yelled,waiting for your boyfriend Dominik. You two had been together for almost a year now,meeting through Damian Priest. You were hiding something from him,you were pregnant. You were getting two tattoos,without Dom knowing,one being a matching wing tattoo and the other being a set of baby wings with a baby foot print.

Though you haven’t done the whole foot print stuff yet,you wanted it. So once Dominik finally got himself ready and in the car with you,you drove and prepared for the surprise. Once arrived at the tattoo parlor,you both checked in and waited. They called Dominik back first,you going after him but with a different tattoo artist. “Hey Rhea” you smiled at his co worker,Rhea Ripley. She worked at a tattoo shop on her days off,so since today was one of those days you chose her as your tattoo artist. “Hey (your name),you ready?” she spoke with her accent,you nodded and relaxed as she began doing the matching wings first. That didn’t take as long as you thought,then she began doing the mini wings with the foot next after she gave you a break.

Dom had just finished,due to you picking someone who worked a little slower than Rhea(you two had planned it). Rhea called Dominik into the room you were in,uncovering the matching tattoo first. “It looks amazing baby!..Rhea what are you hiding?” he questioned looking at her other hand covering the second tattoo. Rhea giggled and looked at you,making sure she saw you nod before uncovering her hand. Dominik looked at the tattoo and caught on slowly after seeing the baby foot,”Baby..what’s this?” “I’m pregnant Dom” you told him watching his expression go from shocked to excited to tears of joy. You giggled softly and sat up hugging him,”I-I’m gonna be a dad..?” “Yes baby” you told him smiling as he kissed your forehead. “Thank you Rhea” “Of course,can’t wait to meet my niece or nephew” she said smiling at the thought making you smile.

Dominik scooped you up and walked out of the room,telling everyone goodbye. He decided to drive and drove home,carrying you inside because he refused to let you walk. He walked upstairs and set you down on the bed,kissing the top of your head. “Let me see the tattoo..god it’s so pretty on you,both of them” he said,kissing the tattoos softly. You giggled feeling ticklish as he smiled,pulling his phone out to take pictures of the tattoos. “Do Damian and Finn know?” “Not yet,only Rhea” you told him running your fingers through his hair. “Alright well they’re about to find out now” he said smiling as he posted the tattoos to his instagram,captioning and revealing your pregnancy.

Within 20 minutes you got a call from both of them,excited to be uncles to your future baby mysterio.

#wwe #dominik mysterio #wwe x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #rhea ripley #judgement day #damien priest #finn balor #fluff #wwe fluff #dominik mysterio fluff

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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Whatever the Poets Say | b.b. | 20

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: I’m not back but I’m back ya feel

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

Dearest readers,

There seems to be nothing but scandal surrounding the Bridgerton family these days. It is this author’s duty to tell you all that rumor has it Miss Eloise Bridgerton has been seen —entirely unchaperoned —amidst political radicals in town. While she may not have any prospects this season, she certainly won’t have any next either.

With the Bridgerton and Sharma families seemingly mending their burned bridges, this author supposes she must let you all know they intend to host a ball. While I am usually very interested in anything the Bridgerton’s do, it seems that no one else in the ton is. What a shame, really.

Speaking of shame, the Everly family has been roped into it all. Lord Everly, ever the gentleman, does not seem to mind the stares –though he is no stranger to scandal himself. But one can only wonder how his daughter is feeling. With the wedding of Benedict Bridgerton and his lovely bride only days away, one can only hope that the Viscount’s luck does not rub off on his younger brother. Or will the lovely Miss Everly also run back down the aisle?

Only time will tell.

Yours truly, Lady Whistledown

Miss Everly had read the scandal column several times that day before really processing that Eloise was in more trouble than ever. While the future Bridgerton couldn’t and wouldn’t judge Eloise for going anywhere unchaperoned, she could worry that her future sister was ruined. What a terrible thing to happen to Eloise’s reputation; to be ruined not because she was sneaking about with a lover but conspiring against the government?

It was not unsurprising, truthfully. Eloise was a strong, highly opinionated young woman. But getting caught probably wasn’t in her plans…

The ball was going to be an experience tonight.

On top of Eloise’s scandal, she couldn’t help but narrow her eyes at the implication that she’d leave Benedict at the altar. It would certainly take a lot for her to do that —and she was already accused of being the gossip writer by the Queen because of his sister. If that didn’t make her want to leave, she wasn’t sure anything else could.

Setting the scandal sheet down on her vanity, Miss Everly took a moment to look herself over in the mirror. There would be a party soon, and while she had a rather dreadful feeling that no one would come, she had to get ready. Anna tried to reassure her that it would be fine; even if it was just the three families that attended, it would be fun.

“You never did get a dance with Mr. Bridgerton,” she had reminded Miss Everly while laying out her gown earlier. “It’ll be nice to dance with him prior to the wedding.”

A few weeks ago, dancing would have been the most intimate experience between Benedict and her. However, one thing had led to another, and dancing was certainly the last thing on her mind when it came to intimacy. She didn’t say this to Anna, of course. There were a few things that the maid didn’t need to know right away.

She hummed for a moment, looking herself over in the mirror. Her dress was rather pretty; a darker teal than she usually chose but it was still nice. The skirt was littered with matching lace stars, which blended so well into it that they were almost unnoticeable at first glance. A narrow, bejeweled belt accented the dress, with silk gloves that sat on her vanity waiting.

The only thing left to do was to pin her mother’s comb into her hair and touch up the rouge on her cheeks. Then she would be ready to face whatever was waiting at the Bridgerton family home. And besides her fiancé, heaven only knew what was awaiting her there.

*****

“It could be worse,” Eloise murmured, standing awkwardly at the edge of the ballroom. “It could be full, with everyone gossiping about me.”

Miss Everly stood beside her, hands behind her back as she watched Benedict comfort his mother. “I suppose that is true.”

No one had attended. With the revealing of Eloise’s escapades, it seemed any chance of returning to normal had been shattered. Lady Bridgerton was distraught, trying to make excuses for why people hadn’t arrived yet. And Benedict, bless his heart, was simply agreeing with her to keep his mother from being upset. Anthony was whispering to Collin, who was trying his best to remain optimistic.

Someone had to.

Lady Mary and the Sharma sisters stood in their own cluster, looking terribly uncomfortable. And Lady Danbury was sitting down, looking more frustrated than anything. Everyone just seemed…despondent. The Bridgerton family was no stranger to scandal, but they always found themselves on the right side of it. This time, however, felt different.

Lord Everly stepped inside from the gardens, having taken a moment outside. He took his side next to his daughter, looking around the room much like she had been doing.

“Well, this just won’t do,” he announced, loud enough to garner the attention of everyone in the room.

She looked up at her father, brow furrowed in confusion. “Father, what do you mean?”

“We are at a ball, are we not? There is no music.”

Lord Everly strode over to the quartet that had been hired, who had been sitting there in an awkward silence for quite some time. He leaned in and whispered something to the lead, smiling charmingly at the musician, before pulling away. The quartet lifted their instruments then and music filled the hall.

He stepped back and moved across the room once more, holding his hand out to Eloise, who gave him an incredulous look.

“Well come now, Miss Bridgerton. A ball must have dancing —allow me to be your first dance of the evening.”

Eloise hesitated, turning red as she looked at Miss Everly. She shrugged in response, giving her future sister a reassuring smile. “He won’t take no for an answer, I’m afraid.”

Finally, Eloise caved and took the older man’s hand and allowed him to pull her onto the ballroom floor. Miss Everly stood at the side, watching with an amused smile on her face. Everyone was watching as Lord Everly led Eloise around the dance floor, and even Eloise couldn’t help but smile.

Without too much prodding, Lady Bridgerton joined the two with Benedict, both laughing happily despite themselves. She couldn’t help but enjoy the moment, leaning back into the wall. However, she could not be a wallflower tonight.

“I do believe I owe you a dance, Miss Everly,” Anthony offered, holding out his hand to her with a friendly smile.

“You know,” she mused as she took her future brother-in-law’s hand and followed him to the floor, “I was quite grateful you never danced with me. You terrified me before I met you.”

Anthony couldn’t help but scoff. “I cannot be that intimidating.”

“I overheard you talking to several ladies about everything they intended to have in a marriage. I was certainly not prepared to be interrogated.”

Anthony laughed at that, nodding some as he led her around the floor. “I do suppose that’s fair, Miss Everly.”

“I have to thank you however,” she continued, stepping in time with him. “Because if you had not disappeared that night, I never would have spent the evening with Benedict.”

“Perhaps that was my plan all along.”

“Then it was a truly remarkable one.”

The two shared laughter for a moment, slowing down as the music did. As their amusement died off, they danced in a comfortable silence before she made eye contact with Kate, who was dancing with Lady Mary.

“Can I offer you a bit of advice, as your future sister?” She finally asked, looking up at him. Anthony’s grip on her tightened, though when she glanced over his shoulder, she knew it was because he had made eye contact with Kate.

“If you are half the woman I think you are, then you’re going to give it to me whether I want it or not,” he offered as his attention returned to her.

“Stop being an idiot.”

“I beg your pardon?” He demanded, a bit too loudly.

Benedict tried to pull away from Lady Bridgerton but Miss Everly waved him off with a reassuring smile. Then she looked back at Anthony. “I said, you should stop being an idiot.”

“I heard you quite well; however, I’m afraid I do not know what you mean.”

“Anthony Bridgerton, I have spent the last month watching you practically foam at the mouth for Kate Sharma,” she pointed out, a smug smirk on her face. “I like to think I knew it before even you did.”

Anthony turned a bit red in the face, looking down at her with surprise. She continued. “You love her. The whole world knows —now you just need to man up and confess. Were you not the one that told Benedict to make a grand gesture to win me back?” He nodded once. “Then take your own advice, my lord. Go ask Kate to dance.”

“I can see why Benedict fell so hard for you,” Anthony admitted, stopping as the music did. He stared down at her with an appreciative smile. “You make him happy, you know.”

It was her turn to get a bit flustered, unable to help herself as she smiled softly. “He makes me quite happy as well. I cannot wait to marry him.”

“And I cannot wait for you to be family —then I can get back at you for being such a know-it-all.”

She couldn’t help it as she laughed, pushing his shoulder gently. It was a lovely feeling, knowing Anthony liked her enough to tease her so. She had always wanted a brother.

“May I cut in?”

The two looked to Benedict, who stood with his crooked grin on his face. Anthony nodded, stepping away but Miss Everly pushed him towards Kate with a knowing grin. He pointed at her, eyes narrowed. Then he took his leave —going straight to Kate. Benedict watched his brother for a second before turning to her now, brow raised. She had a rather triumphant grin on her face.

“You are no worse than our parents, trying to marry everyone off,” he teased as he took her in his arms. The music was soft and slow as they danced.

“I am simply trying to bring a little bit of joy into an otherwise terrible situation.”

“All will be well,” he promised before he carefully dipped her. “We get married in three days after all.”

Her grin turned into a full smile that reached her eyes. The thought of marrying Benedict in three days was thrilling and overwhelming.

“I will be Mrs. Bridgerton in three days.”

“I love the sound of that.” He repeated her full name now, whispering it to her softly. It was truly music to her ears.

“How upset do you think your mother would be if I kissed you right now?” She mused, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Benedict mirrored her expression, leaning in. “Certainly no angrier than she currently is I imagine.”

She couldn’t help it as she leaned in as well, smiling up at him. Their foreheads pressed together, far closer to one another than appropriate in proper society. But scandal had surrounded the Bridgerton family; and she was set to marry in three days time. Miss Everly couldn’t bring herself to care as she pressed her lips to Benedict’s softly. He didn’t hesitate to kiss her back, hands leaving their appropriate place for dancing to cup her cheeks. She melted into his touch, sighing into the kiss as a rather shocked gasp echoed through the ballroom.

“Benedict Bridgerton!”

The two pulled away from one another, lovesick smiles on their faces as they kept their eyes on one another. Her name was yelled next, and finally they had to face Lady Bridgerton’s disapproving glare. Lord Everly, however, was giving them an approving grin from behind her. Neither of them pulled away more than a few inches however.

“Lord Everly, please, say something!”

“They are quite happy, aren’t they?” He offered as a response, holding his hands behind his back with a sly smile. Lady Bridgerton gave him an exasperated look, throwing her hands in the air. “Come now, Violet –we cannot expect them to not want to be close. They marry in three days and we are among friends and family.”

“It is highly inappropriate!” She argued, crossing her arms.

“Not nearly as inappropriate as your daughter running around unchaperoned with radicals,” Eloise argued, grinning now at her mother.

“Or your son ruining his own wedding,” Collin added, earning a rather hard elbow from Anthony.

Lady Bridgerton looked between her children, Lady Danbury (who was trying to hide her laughter), the Sharma’s and the Everly’s. Then she threw her hands in the air.

“Oh, I suppose if we are going to ruin our family name, we should be happy while we do it.”

“That’s the spirit, Violet!”

———

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#benedict bridgerton x fem!reader #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #Bridgerton

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uncaught-coolfish · 1 year

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The following post is a RWDE rant that is long, angry and non articulated. If you don’t like that, don’t read it, and leave me be. Thank you.

Warning for mentions of racism, bigotry, genocide and slavery.

RW//BY, as a show, is… I’m going to say it, actually really racist. Is it the most racist thing ever? No. Fuuck no. Not even close. But I’d daresay at least half of it is riddled with some of the most appallingly ignorant shit I’ve seen in any webseries, and yet… some people will go out of their way to harass any who dare to criticize it.

Remnant is not real. The characters I am about to discuss are not real. But the writers who wrote these characters and the world they inhabit are very real, and the shit they wrote fucking disgusts me.

so. Rant begin.

Something the crazies of the fandom will say (I say crazies because, the fandom isn’t all like this. many of you guys are chill and cool as fuck) in defense of RW//BY’s many problematic aspects, particularly the criticism of “75% of the show’s POC and minorities are villains”, is that “well, there’s a lot more POC and minority’s on the GOOD GUY side now! Hooray!”

And they’re technically right. I like Elm and Pietro and I love Maria (in V6 especially she was fucking golden) and Marrow. Them and all the other POC they’ve added in as of V6-7~ are, in my opinion, mostly great additions to the cast.

The side cast.

The thing that isn’t usually pointed out is that these characters… they are side characters. Pietro and Maria are side characters. The Ace Ops and Happy Huntresses, while playing a decent role, are side characters.

Hell that extends to pretty much every POC character we’ve gotten aside from Oscar. They’ve been side characters. Many of whom, we likely won’t see again (Until Volume 10… if RT lasts that long)

But I want to mention one thing. We didn’t start getting characters that weren’t blinding white until the end of V2 and the start of V3.

One of these characters in question I’d like to point out, Flynt Coal.

I like Flynt. He’s fine. I think his design is cool. But to deny that his character isn’t extremely racist is ignorant.

One of their first. Black characters. Was basically named… “Dark rock, Dark Rock”…

and his weapon is a TRUMPET😭

Not only that, but he and Neon fight Yang and Weiss in the tournament. Let’s talk about Weiss actually. She is the second oldest child to the megarich Schnee family, whom owns the SDC, which she is heiress to. Earlier in the series she acted extremely racist towards characters of an in-universe minority group, and never really apologized on screen. Instead, we’re given justification for why the rich girl is racist. She’s scared because of the White Fang! Poor little German name “White Snow.”

Anyways, back to the fight. Flynt mentions how it was the SDC who put his father’s own company out of business in their monopoly. Does this go somewhere? Nooooo he’s a side character, who’s beaten by Weiss and her bestie by the end of the battle.

How come they made one of their first black characters fight and lose a battle with their whitest richest character? (Obs not implying he should’ve won, just asking why they chose him in the first place) How come they named him after black rocks(which is in reference to how, in a minecraft letsplay, one mentioned the name “Flynt Coal” and another replied “He’d have to be a black guy!”)?

Who knows. But surely this is the last time they’ll make a (minority) character be positioned oppositely from our mains. Surely they won’t ever write one as a villain!

Surely she won’t be the Lakota girl, either!

Ilia as a character was a big stepping stone (at the time) in terms of RW//BY’s representation. She was the first canonical, on screen LGBTQ+ character. She was a member of the White Fang who, before joining, was able to “blend in” with humans due to her Faunus trait not being as noticeable, being spots on her face and along the rest of her body. Ilia was orphaned due to her parents dying in an SDC mine collapse, and when she saw her school friends laughing about it, she “punched their teeth out.”

Hell, overall I really like Ilia. Her design is adorable, as LGBTQ+ rep I think she’s good enough (though the fact they wrote their first lesbian character to be… a villain, is a talk for another day), and overall I find her decently written on her own. Plus, she’s fun as hell to write. Love her dearly.

On her own. Because in the story, the more I think about it… the more I’m sad, and mad, about how she was handled.

Firstly. Her name. Apparently it’s supposed to mean “Butterly Rainbow” (again, naming your first lesbian girl “rainbow” lol)… but nope. They got the name Amitola off a baby named website, when it really means something closer to “Like a blue sky.” From my understanding. Typical RT shenanigans. It gets worse :3

Ilia was also one of the very few villains in the show to be redeemed. How was she redeemed?

By being told by the much-more privileged, whiter minority girl whom she had a crush on that what ilia was fighting for was Bad. How Ilia was fighting for it was Bad. The White Fang? Baaaad. How dare the MINORITIES FIGHT WITH NEEDED VIOLENCE for their basic living rights against the POOR WIDDLE OPPRESSORS! It’s THEIR fault they’re oppressed, because they’re making the humans uncomfortable and angry! They need to just keep their dirty mouths shut and be good, presentable minorities.

And upon being redeemed, Ilia is immediately put on a bus. Shelved.

And let me remind you again. Who was redeemed through being told by her much whiter (I say whiter in a way not to demean Blake btw, as privileged as she is she is still a minority obviously. Just… stating facts) friend that “a minority Shouldn’t use violence against their oppressors for their rights. It’s Their fault the humans are still so racist towards them. The Faunus should stop being so aggressive and be peaceful”?

Not only the lesbian character, but…

The indigenous girl.

The.

Indigenous.

Girl.

I’m sure I don’t need to point out how fucked this is. Let alone the fact this whole show is written in fucking Texas.

It’s no secret, as much as some try to make it be, how horribly Native Americans and indigenous people have been treated throughout history. The oppression they have faced stems back centuries. Their land and home was stolen from them.

Their own culture was all but forcefully eradicated.

Men, women, children, were all genocided.

To this very day it’s all they can do to fight for not only their own rights as people, but the very lands that were stolen from them.

So for this show to write… it’s Indigenous

WOMAN

‘s character being “redeemed” by learning “Peaceful protest is good, violent protest for your living rights bad!” is… sickening. Genuinely. Fucking. Sickening.

But maybe that violent protest WAS bad! Maybe, it was going nowhere and really causing the problems. Who the hell would ever try and implement that? Who leads the White Fang?

…You wanna know?

Don’t bother.

Sienna is a character we see for. One. Scene. One scene and she’s GONE. dead, stabbed, thrown down some stairs. We know very little about her, but we know a lot of her actions.

Under her rule as high leader, she got shit gone. Through her use of violence against the oppressive humans, she did in five years what many before her couldn’t in decades: Her methods were working. Her people were being given rights.

But noooooooo!!!!!!!!! We can’t have the Woman of Color in power be CORRECT. Her methods were WRONG, MONSTROUS! How dare she end slavery and fight against oppression?! She should’ve just asked NICELY! Just like Blake told—

Wait… Blake? BLAKE?!

BLAAAAAAAAKEEEEE!!!!!

Blake is one of 4 main characters in RW//BY, and she was easily my favorite. Fierce and a bookworm, an ex-freedom fighter who was quick to call out Miss Rich “White Snow” on her bullshit. She was fun, strong, and like the show said itself, she was Feisty.

I miss that Blake, tails. I miss her a lot. I’ll be back.

Nowadays, that feisty personality she has has been diminished so she can be all meek and quiet and sweet for her white human friends.

(and just now in v9, she’s completely fine with being referred to as an animal. Sienna in honorary heaven: she would not fucking say that.)

White fans and likely the writers themselves were too uncomfortable having to face that all majority people still benefit from a society built on and from deep systemic racism, so they wrote Blake to be an All Lives Matter doormat so she was more palatable Blake saw the error of the White Fang’s ways and how their justified acts of violent protest against the privileged majority were making the humans SCAWED🥺, so she stood before them all and put her status as literal Faunus princess to good use: telling all those like her who’d suffered beneath the humans’ oppression that they were wrong. How could they fight back violently? They did this to themselves. They brought the oppression, the enslavement, the bigotry and cruelty upon themselves because they just didn’t play nice enough.

Fuck, even when she’s in the “City of Racism” Atlas, she’s too busy being uwu sad and nervous and having to rely on others (funny how instead of ever empowering her again, they write Blake as this submissive docile flower baby immediately after hey reveal she was an abuse victim. Real fucking funny. Laughing my eyes out of my skull with a toothpick.) except for when she jokingly comments how rich the Schnees are and how they own basically everything.

Past Blake wouldn’t be laughing about that. She’d use it against the Schnees, rightfully.

But we can’t have that. She’s the good minority, who keeps her mouth shut tight and looks pretty for the camera.

But… about that bigotry. That oppression, that racism… do we ever see that?

lol fuck no

We hear of how horribly the Faunus people are treated. Controversial labor forces that keep them as slaves to the SDC. Treated like dirt and beaten and killed and lynched.

We hear. We hear of that.

In the show, we get… a No Faunus sign put out in some background places. And the equal opportunist bully bullying a bunny girl.

That’s it. Background shit. Background shit that could easily be interpreted differently, or missed completely if you fucking blink.

There has only been one point where the true extent of this oppression is shown to us. One point which…

we’ll fucking get to.

But there’s one thing I’ve mentioned rather frequently throughout this rant. Two, technically. The Schnee family and the SDC.

Let’s talk. Let’s. Fucking. Talk.

*sighs*

So this show demonizes it’s fictional worlds only freedom fighting organization, so surely they do the same for the oppressive Amazon company that has a chokehold on the economy of an entire—

In the early volumes, Weiss, another main character, was extremely racist to those who were Faunus. She was also the daughter of the Richy Rich Bitch Family of “CEOs of Racism”. Her older sister was a cop, her younger brother out of the picture until V4, her mother a neglectful abusive alcoholic (she is a victim too but neglect. is. abuse.), her father a racist abusive asshole who looks like I could break him like a bendy straw. But her racism isn’t her fault at all! No, the dirty minorities in the White Fang who were terrorizing the richest of the rich were what made her racist. It was never her fault, only the scary minorities.

How dare the marginalized be so evil.

But she apologizes off screen and is no longer racist! Yippee! At least we marked “Racist” off her “Racist Blood Purist Rich White Weiss” card! she’s White Savior Blood Purist Rich White Weiss now! Now we can make fun of how much shit her family owns.

But before all that, she and her girlfriend battle… a black man! Gasp! Who… says before the fight, her family’s company put his family’s business OUT of business!

A throwaway line before he and his bestie get beaten. Also just realized as I type: not only did Weiss battle a black character who was affected by her family company’s monopoly, but… a Faunus. Another one for the jar.

B-But Blake knows Ilia was affected by the SDC, too! It orphaned her, because in their mines Faunus weren’t given nearly as much safety. Surely she can tell Weiss and have her see—

*Ruby voice* nope. Nope! Ilia was being violent for equality, and that’s no good. So she learns that all their oppressors (likely including the SDC)are really just SCARED of them! So she’s redeemed and becomes peaceful. The Lakota indigenous girl is turned “good.”

But maybe once they’re in Atlas—

Jokes are made about how FUNNY LOL XD it is that her family owns so much, and they’re appalled by how… literally fucking normal Mantle is, as if it’s just an utter travesty to their eyes. She doesn’t want to outright abolish the corrupt SDC, which basically rides on Atlas like a parasite, but instead free it from the dirty-blooded clutches of her father, and return it to the Pure Blooded Schnees, who will use it righteously, in Santa Schnee’s name!

She’s the granddaughter of a hero, after all. A hero who monopolized and capitalized the world’s resources and began a chokehold on an entire kingdom with how vital the Resources became, all the while implementing minority slave labor.

Because we can’t have our pretty princess Weiss face any consequences. We can’t have one of ours mains face consequences. Realize her privilege and try and do something. We can’t make our writers uncomfortable!

And this extends to Winter, too! The woman as racist as Weiss was, but without the “”excuse””, who is also a cop, and who… punches, kneels over one of the characters who is both an in-universe minority of a Dog and easily the darkest skinned character, and tells him; “You want a collar? Fine.”

But the Pure Blood Schnees are good. They’re beautiful and powerful. Even if Weiss has that scar, it’s as tiny as can be so to not ruin her pretty face. Let’s give the rich white family all the angelic imagery. Let’s show Weiss with wings.

Twice. Twice with white, huge and glowing angel’s wings.

Looking pure and holy. Pure. And. Holy.

But Angel imagery? Surely there’s a contrast. Demonic imagery: like the horns, black and red, something to do with darkness and the moon, who should that belong to? If the rich, white, blood purist main girl Weiss gets the angel wings, pretty face and princess aesthetic… who deserves to be the demon of Remnant?

…Oh, I know the answer to this one! It’s—

Throughout this whole post, there’s been one character I’ve purposefully neglected mentioning by name.

Adam.

We didn’t see the guy much. Black trailer, V2, V3, V5, V6. And he was really only reoccurring in V5, which… 😶

But from what we did see, we saw the Face of the White Fang. We saw someone who did bad things for the right causes. We saw someone who despised his oppressors, but who seemed to care for his fellow Faunus. We saw…

a fucking lie. A headcanon, perhaps. Badum tss.

What Adam REALLY WAS was an abusive cruel irredeemably evil monster jerkface asshole creep bitch who NEVER cared about his own people, NEVER cared about his people’s rights, NEVER wanted anything more than glory and power and to be lionized.

The minority character, by the way.

Why did the writers decide to make this guy the hatesink? Why did they decide to make Adam suddenly not care about his fellow people’s rights?

Why did they decide to make him laughably cruel to his own people whom he seemed to genuinely care for before (like in that scene in volume 3, where he only agrees to go along w/ cinder after she starts KILLING FAUNUS, but maybe that scene was a headcanon too, all in le head)

Why did they decide to make the goals of one of their in universe minority characters to be wanting nothing but fame and power?

Why did they also write him to be a former child slave?

Volume 6 is one of my more liked volumes, with it (for me) easily being the best looking, and the horror stuff was great. Also, Maria.

But then they threw Adam in last minute. One last kick of that dead bull.

He comes back in his finest NieR: Automata cosplay and starts spouting some of the most embarrassingly bad dialog this show has had while fighting Blang (basically that one fucking hilarious “Boobs in my mouth please please please hello You’re nothing” post as dialog), and it’s in this that, after 6 volumes, we finally see his face.

Adam was branded. I’m not putting that shit lightly, Adam was fucking branded.

And the brand is used to show how evil HE is. He was hurt more by his gf leaving him than ANY scar ever would. Who cares about all the trauma he surely went through in slavery, he sure fucking doesn’t! Okay, Cameraman Mike, be sure to focus a whole bunch of shots on his brand, which is still blood red and grotesque, to really hammer the point in how much of an asshole he is.

Never mind it’s a brand of the SDC, of which one of our main character’s family owns. Who cares if this is literally the only time we’re shown the true extent of racism against Faunus?

It’s swept aside! Because the same episode we’re given one of the most honestly depressing reveals for a villain yet is the same episode that villain dies.

Dies with the brand facing the camera. His death. Entirely. On. Screen.

Thank fuck Adam was written as an irredeemable monster of a villain(/j), because they literally wrote, animated, and voiced a scene where we the viewers watch a former child slave, branded and blinded over an eye, have his death be entirely on screen. A slow death, entirely on screen.

Adam, a former slave to the SDC who, sometime during his childhood was branded and permanently blinded, died more slowly… more gruesomely… than Jacques fucking Schnee did.

Even died before him, too.

But notice one thing. I keep referring to him as having been a “child slave.” Emphasis on child.

Don’t blame me. Blame your fucking writers.

I want you to read this. Read this paragraph. Twice, if you have to. As many times as you need to to get the fact into your head that THIS IS FUCKING VILE.

This is in the writers commentary track for volume 7. They tiptoe around with their words, but I’ll translate it to the best of my ability. In it, Miles shared a particular headcanon: in which the

FUCKING VILLAIN HE WROTE TO HAVE BEEN A CHILD SLAVE TO THE SCHNEE DUST COMPANY GOT HIMSELF BRANDED FOR BEING TOO MUCH OF A LITTLE SHIT TO KEEP HIS DIRTY TRAP SHUT.

SO THEN ONE OF HIS CAPTORS HELD THIS CHILD DOWN TO THE GROUND AND JAMMED A CATTLE PROD DOWN WITH THE SDC PROPERTY LOGO ONTO HIS EYE.

THAT LITTLE BOY SURE HAD IT COMING, HUH? HE’S ALWAYS BEEN SUCH AN INSUFFERABLE LITTLE PRICK, EVEN AS A CHILD IN SLAVERY. HIS CAPTORS REALLY LET HIM HAVE IT!

LET.

HIM.

HAVE.

IT.

THEY WRITE AND HEADCANON A FICTIONAL CHILD SLAVE BEING BRANDED IN THE EYE AFTER HE STARTS THE FIGHT. HE STARTED IT.

THEY WRITE AND HEADCANON A FICTIONAL CHILD SLAVE BEING BRANDED IN THE EYE AND GROWING UP TO BECOME A HORRIBLE, DISGUSTING DEMON.

THEY WRITE AND HEADCANON A FICTIONAL CHILD SLAVE BEING BRANDED IN THE EYE AND HIS CAPTOR JUST “LET HIM HAVE IT.”

“LET HIM HAVE IT,” NOT IN REFERRAL TO A MINORITY BEING HATE CRIMED.

“LET HIM HAVE IT,” NOT IN REFERRAL TO A MINORITY SLAVE BEING PERMANENTLY SCARRED.

“LET HIM HAVE IT” IN REFERRAL TO A MINORITY CHILD SLAVE BEING BRANDED AS PROPERTY IN THE EYE BY HIS CAPTORS.

And I think this says it all. From the white and the black, blue and the red, oppressor and oppressed and angel and demon, Weiss and Adam almost mirror each other.

Just look at their scars. Theirs are on the same side.

But while Weiss’s is the smallest, prettiest scar of all,

The brand of the SDC all but covers half of Adam’s face, in all it’s grotesque, blood red and hideous glory.

I’ll let you guess the implications.

Killing off a WOC in power the very scene she’s introduced. Showing the Lakota girl the “right way to protest”. Painting the oppressors in a more positive light than ever showing the oppressed be oppressed. Showing your hatesink character had been branded in the eye the same episode he dies on screen. And this is what broke me.

They’d read in the history books of children forced into slavery slaves being branded

and they’d see the backstory for a villain.

Because we can’t write the minorities fighting against their oppressors to be justifiable!

We can’t face how a member of the majority will almost always benefit from an oppressive system!

We can’t write the pretty white rich family of Fantasy-Amazon owners as wrong for their horrible practices both past and present!

We can’t let the WOC be right about violent protest!

We can’t let the native girl be angry and fight back against her oppressors!

We can’t have a shred of sympathy for the ex slave who was branded while he was a boy!

Because they did this.

Faunus.

#rwde #seriously long post #image heavy #long post

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kittenwalker · 1 year

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Reader’s being interviewed with evan for their first movie together and her big screen debut. During the interviews evan keeps dropping hints that he's interested in reader but she's SUPER oblivious. The whole entire filming he has been interested in reader, but she never picked up on the hints. After all the interviews evan finally snaps and tells her how much he wants them to be more than co star

notes : just a short sweet simple story nothing much and sorry sweetie for making wait so long! also not proofread so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes :)

19 and Y/n already have her first debut in American horror story. That’s pretty impressive for being quite young, she was casted to be one of the ghost in the first season, Murder house. Being the Montgomary’s daughter, and agreed to suicide with your mother. Y/n was just a side character and wasn’t really in this season. But she was still welcomed to come on set anytime, to practice lines or watch the process of the film.

Y/n was closest with Evan as most of her scenes were with him. Him and her character have history together, being best friend’s after Tate’s, Evan’s character, arrival. Y/n’s role, Juliet, wasn’t much of a vengeful or evil ghost unlike the others sharing the house with her. Her character even had a small crush on Tate but seeing him get with Violet made her furious, she confessed her feelings but Tate chose Violet which made Juliet the weeping ghost. Cursed to weep around the halls due to heartbreak.

Working with Evan was a dream, he always cracked jokes with Y/n, making her more relaxed. They even had to do a kissing scene once and it was definitely awkward but she was glad it was with Evan. He knew she was tense about the on screen kiss so he bought her some tea to calm her down, assuring her that the kiss was only going to be a split second, even if Evan wished for more.

He wished Y/n would catch on to the hints that he drops every set or scene they filmed for together. Evan could literally be so damn flirty with Y/n but she wouldn’t even notice, she was as blind as a bat. Though she is still young and has never dated or had someone flirted with her before. They shot this season for about 9 months, 9 months of being oblivious to Evan’s flirtatious behavior. Evan was already being so obvious that even your other co-stars knew his feelings for her.

The first episode of Murder house aired and woah did the audience eat it up. They were nagging for the producers to air more and all the episodes came out earlier than expected. The first seasons did so well that it was nominated for an award and of course Y/n was invited. Even better because she just turned 20 a few days ago, then this amazing news came out.

Y/n just wore a simple black silk slip dress while layering some necklaces and stacking rings onto her fingers. She spritzed her perfume before slipping into her black high heels and rushed out the door with her purse.

As she arrived, cameras and flashing lights bombarded her as she stepped onto the carpet. The people screamed at her to look at her directions and that just made her more nervous. But she did as told and just smiled, walking away from the limelight as quickly as possible. As Y/n escaped the crowd, she stood in a corner to see if her co-stars were anywhere to be in sight. But a sudden whisper made her jump, “ Boo “ the voice daunted. Turning around she saw Evan laughing to himself at her terrified expression. “ God you’re suck a dick “ Y/n playfully smacked his shoulders sighing in relief. “ Thought a m’lady would like some company “ god the nickname he gave you was so cute. “ No I would LOVE your company, it’s my first time coming to one of these and it can be quite nerve-wrecking that’s for sure. “ Y/n fiddled with her hands. Evan reassured her and promised the night would be amazing and fun, she just had to let loose.

The both of them continued their everlasting conversation until an interviewer came up and interrupted them. “ Hey I’m sorry to interrupt your lovely talk but I would just like to ask a few questions to the both of you. “ This was the last thing Y/n wanted, more confrontation with strangers. Evan sensed her unsteadiness and placed an encouraging hand behind her back, which did help Y/n make her feel more comfortable. “ So would you both have guessed or knew the audience would have liked the idea of both your characters being together so much? “ Y/n was honestly just as shocked as everyone else, she didn’t know the people watching would ship their characters so much.

“ No, not really actually. Ryan didn’t really plan for that to happen but it would make sense for fans to like them together, I mean they were there for each other throughout Tate’s whole move in. But you know in all Ryan’s productions he always needed a surprise or heartbreak. “ Evan answered the question perfectly. The interviewer kept asking them more questions up till the last question that shocked Y/n.

“ Y/n, is there something going on between you and Evan. You two have always been caught together and laughing on set. “ God, was this interviewer very curious about people’s personal lives. “ Oh no we aren’t! Just co-stars and having fun together as friends. “ Y/n laughed it off. That made Evan feel like he got indirectly friendzoned, but he knows there’s a connection between them. “ I wish she was mine! Uh yea but no we’re not dating even though Y/n is a wonderful lady and any man would be lucky to have her. “ Evan cleared up the suspensions another time before the interviewer agreed with Evan, thanking them and leaving them to themselves.

The air between them suddenly became dense and Evan knew he just had to get this secret off his chest, it’s been way too long and he was sure of how he felt about her, more than co-stars. He pulled Y/n wrist and dragged her into a more private corner in the place where the cameras hopefully couldn’t see them. Y/n looked at Evan confused on why he pulled her here, he sighed and just rolled out his words.

“ Look Y/n I can’t put up with this act anymore, pretending that we’re just friends. Like you don’t feel the tension between us? I’ve been dropping hints everyday on set and I can’t take it anymore. I like you Y/n, more than co-stars and more than friends, I know I sound greedy but I want more with you. You're just so easy to be around with and it feels like I’m almost safe with you. Please just one chance with you and I swear, you won’t regret it. “ Evan spilled his heart out looking like a hurt lost puppy.

Y/n was dumbfounded, who’d have known he had more than friendly intentions. But she too wanted more, she just felt this great energy whenever she was with him. Though her silence was making Evan doubt his confession, her answer didn’t.

“ I too want more with you, Evan. I just feel so good around you, you can make me laugh, relax me when I’m nervous, and put a smile on me all day long. I do feel this connection and would like to make your dream come true. “ Y/n smiled at him and thank god they were in a dark area so he couldn’t see Y/n blushing so much.

When he heard those words come out of her mouth, his eyes lit up and a smile formed onto his lips. Evan was so cute when he smiled, showcasing his infamous dimples which made everyone fall for him.

“ Well since we both agree on what our status should be now, may I take you out for dinner one night? Maybe we can even ditch this place now and go. “ Evan suggested the ideas, making you chuckle at his eagerness but your stomach was agreeing with him for this one.

Well I guess they lied to the lady who interviewed them, as they are now officially together.

#evan peter fluff #evan peter x reader #evan peter smut #evan peters #evan peters imagine #evan peters drabble #evan peters smut #evan peters one shot #evan peters oneshot #ahs #american horror story #ahs fandom #tate langdon #kyle spencer #kit walker

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ikeromantic · 9 months

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Hiiii hope you are doing great!💕

*pulls up to the Ikeromantic drive thru*

I'd like to order a Kyubei with the word ''instructor'' (if it doesn't inspire you a lot you can take the word ''secret''!👀) with some 🥵, if it's possible!

(Btw i just wanted to tell you that i really love your stories, you write so well!!😔👌🏻)

Ding! Fries are done? xD Some Kyubei to quench your thirst. Approx 1500 words with a touch of spice.

Kyubei met the chatelaine at the stables. He didn’t need to ask how she felt about this lesson. He could read her anxiety in the set of her shoulders and the tightness of her jaw. Clearly, she’d never been around horses and was afraid of the large, sometimes flighty creatures.

“Here,” he gestured her over to a bay mare. “This is Ayumu. You’ll be practicing on her today.” The horse was one of the calmest mounts in the castle, and well trained enough that all a rider really needed to do was stay mounted.

The chatelaine eyed the horse distrustfully. “Are you sure I can’t just walk wherever I’m going? I did track in high school. I can go pretty fast.”

“Track? High school?” Kyubei found it endearingly strange when she used these made-up words.

“Umm. Never mind. Anyway, is this really necessary? Where am I even going that I need to ride there?”

He shrugged. “Wherever Lord Oda decides you need to go, I guess.”

The chatelaine crossed her arms. “Well, maybe I don’t want to just run where he points. I’m fine right here.”

Kyubei laughed at her stubborn expression. She was cute when she made that face, with her eyebrows drawn down and her cheeks puffed out.

“It’s not funny!”

“It is. Now stop delaying and come meet Ayumu.” He gestured toward the horse. “You want to hold your hand out to her, so she can smell you and decide if she likes you or not.”

“Oh so I don’t get to decide but the horse does,” the chatelaine grumbled as she did what he asked. Her hand trembled as she held it out to the mare.

Ayumu snuffled her outstretched hand, probably hoping for a treat.

The chatelaine’s expression went from fear and annoyance to surprise. “It - it tickles! And she feels so soft!”

Kyubei’s smiled stretched so wide it hurt his cheeks as he watched the chatelaine scratch Ayumu’s nose and chin. “She likes you.”

“How can you tell?”

“Well, you still have all your fingers,” he teased. His reward was a surprised ‘o’ as her eyebrows shot up. “I’m only kidding. I can tell because she looks happy. You can see it in her eyes, the same way you see it in a person’s gaze.”

“Hmmph.” She looked back at Ayumu. “You are as bad as Mitsuhide sometimes, Kyubei.”

Her smile as she said it made him feel warm inside. He laughed. “I shall take that as a compliment.”

Once the introductions were done, he showed her the saddle, bridle, and other tack. Ayumu didn’t need a bit, but Kyubei showed the chatelaine that too as he couldn’t be sure what horse she would ride on a journey. As usual, Mitushide had been vague about what type of saddle she should use, so Kyubei made sure to show her all of them - even the ni-gura which a peasant might use to ride. But for their practice, he chose a warrior’s kura, a saddle only warlords and their noble soldiers would use. It seemed . . . fitting.

They saddled Ayumu together, with Kyubei directing as the chatelaine draped and buckled and tied the assortment of gear onto Ayumu. For her part, the mare was placid and didn’t seem to mind the chatelaine’s clumsy work.

Then came the hard part. “You have to either lift your foot high and put it in the abumi and then swing your other leg over the horse or you can leap up, hook your foot in it, and swing your leg over.” Kyubei grabbed the stirrup to illustrate.

“Ehm. What? Can’t you like . . . lower it a bit?” She stared hard at the abumi in his hand.

“No. If you lower it, you won’t be high enough to swing your other leg over her back. And it’s hard to adjust the straps once you are in the saddle.” He gestured her over. “I will help you get up this time, until you are more comfortable with mounting.”

The chatelaine sighed. “Alright. But remember, I’m doing this under protest.” She put a hand on his shoulder and tried to lift her leg high enough to get it in the stirrup, but it was out of reach. She wobbled precariously, and only a quick hand to her back kept her from falling over.

“Let me give you a boost.” Kyubei knelt down and made a basket with his hands. “Just step -”

The chatelaine didn’t need instructions for this, it seemed. She stepped into his hands and let him boost her up high enough to get her leg over the mare’s back. Then she easily slipped her feet into the stirrups.

Kyubei watched her face light up with a smile of wonder. She was so beautiful in that moment that he felt his heart stutter as his chest filled with a hopeless, helpless love.

“Is something wrong?” Her expression clouded over as she looked down at him.

“No - no, not at all. I just had a - an unrelated thought.” He mentally chided himself for letting his emotions show on his face. “So, now you’re mounted. That was the hard part. Riding is easy. You lightly guide with the reins and use your knees to put a little pressure to her side.”

Ayumu huffed at the chatelaine’s clumsy motion and began to turn. In circles.

Kyubei couldn’t help but laugh as she tried to course correct and ended up going in circles the other way.

“Stop laughing and help me!” The chatelaine wobbled in the saddle.

“Ah, hahaha ok. Ok, sorry.” He cleared his throat. “Just let the reins go slack. Yes. See how she stopped?” Kyubei moved closer and reached up to lay his hand over the top of hers. His other hand rested gently on her leg. He was suddenly, terribly aware of her warmth under his touch and his mind went completely blank.

She nodded. “Ok, yes. So how do I make her go forward?”

“Forward.” Kyubei repeated. Her leg was firm beneath the thin fabric of her hakama. He tried to ignore the sensation. Riding. Horse riding, he reminded himself. “You just nudge her side, like so.” He pressed her leg against the mare’s side.

Ayumu immediately began to walk forward at a sedate pace.

Kyubei walked along beside her, still resting his hands on the chatelaine. As they approached the edge of the ring, he laced his fingers with hers and tugged the reins gently to turn. Holding hands! They were holding hands! No - no - focus. He looked up.

The chatelaine was looking down at him, her cheeks stained with heat. She looked away as soon as their eyes met. “Umm. So. I - I nudge and . . . tug . . .”

“R-right.” Kyubei pulled his hands away and put them behind his back. “Now you try.”

“Ok.” She took a breath and nudged Ayumu again. The horse sped up a little, turning with the slight pull at her reins. Her smile returned as she rode around the ring a full turn. “Look! Kyubei! I’m doing it!”

“I knew you could.” He felt a foolish smile spread across his face, but he could not stop it and did not really want to.

She giggled.”It’s actually kind of fun!” She nudged Ayumu to go faster, and the horse complied. They went around and around the training ring, with the chatelaine building confidence in her ability to stop, turn, and speed up. But just as she began to relax, a barn rat darted across the mare’s path.

If there is anything a horse hates, it is small, fast things moving near its legs. Ayumu reared back, tossing her head. The chatelaine tumbled from the saddle.

Kyubei darted forward, his heart hammering in his ears. It was a split second, but in that tiny sliver of time, he closed the distance between them. She slammed into his chest as she fell, and nearly knocked him off his feet. But he kept his balance, cradling her against him. “Are you ok?”

She went limp in his arms and let her head rest on his shoulder. “I think so?” Her eyes found his and there was something in them. Something warm and sweet as honey. “You caught me.”

“I couldn’t let you get hurt. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” Kyubei knew he should probably set her down but his arms weren’t of the same opinion, and held her more tightly instead.

“Not even for a few bruises?” She smiled.

Kyubei smiled. ”Not even for a few bruises.”

The chatelaine’s fingers brushed against the line of his jaw. He held his breath at the unexpected touch, even as it ended too quickly. “Thank you, Kyubei.”

“O-of course.” Now put her down, he thought. He forced the tension in his arms to relax and began to set her on her feet. “I - I’m going to set you on your feet, ok?”

Her arms went around his shoulders in a sudden flurry of motion. “W-wait!”

“What is it? Does something hurt?”

“Maybe?” She let her head settle on his shoulder again. “Give me just . . . just another minute?”

“As long as you like,” he replied. Forever, even, he thought guiltily. Here she was, feeling perhaps a little dizzy or hurt, and all he could think of was how nice she felt in his arms. Love truly did make fools of anyone.

"Thank you." Her breath ghosted across his throat, tickling and light.

Kyubei tried to keep his thoughts together, but they scattered into a thousand imagined moments. Kissing her when she next looked up, those satin lips against his, the way her hair would brush against his cheek as she clung to him. Carrying her to his room, undressing her one undone tie at a time. Letting his hands explore her body with no fabric to separate them.

He wanted her so much that it hurt. The desire he felt, to make love - to know every part of her body and soul and mind. He could imagine late nights of passion, the sounds she would make. And long, slow, gentle mornings. Kissing the sleep from her face before they . . .

"You feel good," she sighed.

"What?" He felt a shiver run through him.

"Ummm. I mean. I. Feel. Good? Not hurt. I mean." She pushed away from him. "You can - ah - set me down?"

The moment between them passed as if it had never happened. Kyubei felt a pang of loss as he let go of her. It took every ounce of artifice and will in him to smile placidly and ask, "Are you ready to get back on the horse?"

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen kyubei #kyubei #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff #a little spice

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 9 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 19: Help

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Happy hogan, tony stark & Pepper potts, Pepper potts & Happy Hogan, Tony stark/Pepper Potts, Nick fury & Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner & Clint, Bruce Banner & Tony Stark, The avengers. Summary: Avengers (minus thor) talk with fury and with a twist. Warning: bullet, anger and flashback Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique

(imagine Minus Thor and steve in the picture with rhodey, nick fury and maria hill)

A video call had been arranged between everyone upon hearing the news of your revival.

Tony, Pepper, and Happy were in the jet; Rhodey was in his office; Bruce and Clint were in Avengers Tower; and Natasha, Hill, and Fury were in a hideout while waiting for the Triskelion deal to blow over. No one was feeling too excited about the meeting.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Tony asked Fury, his tone full of anger and hurt.

"Stark, I assure you the circumstances were-" Fury tried to talk, only to be cut off.

"I'm sick of your circumstances! You had no right to keep her from me! I thought she was dead. Do you know what that does to someone? Do you even have any idea how much it hurts?"

"She wasn't safe."

"She would have been with me!"

"Tony has a point." Bruce spoke up. "I think she would've been safe in the Tower."

Tony nodded, pointing to him. "Thank you, Jolly Green."

"I'm sorry." Fury said in an exasperated tone. "When we found her, the initial plan was to bring her to you. She was the one who refused."

"Why?" Pepper asked.

Her expression was sad. She missed you so much.

"She was worried about the people who were after her." Fury tried to explain. "It was her belief that they would target the ones she loved and so she chose to start a new life."

"It worked." Natasha commented, genuinely impressed with how long you had managed to hide.

"Who knew?" Tony asked.

"That doesn't matter." Fury told him.

"Who knew?" He repeated more sternly.

The director sighed. "Agent Hill, myself, and Agent Coulson."

"Coulson?" Several people questioned at once.

"Coulson knew?" Tony mumbled, quite surprised. "How?"

"He was the one who found her." Hill said.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't believe this."

"Tony-"

"No, I actually don't believe this. Someone's gotta be lying to me."

Happy then surprised everyone by speaking up in their defense. "They're not lying, Tony."

"What?"

"They're telling the truth."

"How would you know?"

"Because I saw her myself."

The following silence was deafening. No one dared speak up, too concerned with Tony's reaction.

The man himself slowly turned to face his friend, not sure of how to react. "I'm sorry, please repeat that."

Happy sighed. "(Y/n) visited me in the hospital last year after the Mandarin bombing."

Again, he got mad. "This is ridiculous! Why does everyone seem to know my daughter is alive but me?"

Pepper put a hand on his arm to try and calm him down. It worked a little bit, he did stop pacing to sit down with her, but he still looked livid.

"How..." He hesitated, struggling to process it all. "How was she?"

"She was amazing." Happy told him, smiling. "She's smart and pretty and she's just like you. Attitude and all."

"So she's literally a mini Stark." Clint commented. "Just what we need."

Natasha shot him a dangerous look and he quickly shut up.

Tony closed his eyes, lowering his head as tears threatened to fall. How one person could feel both mind-numbing sadness and electrifying shock at the same time, he didn't know.

"She wanted to see you." Happy added. "She was scared and confused and told me what Stane did. She said she felt like something bad was going to happen and that she couldn't come back to us yet."

But before he could go on, a beeping alerted everyone to a new presence.

"Sir." JARVIS's voice came through. "I have an urgent message."

Tony, still confused and tired, buried his head in his hands. "What now?"

"I have received news from another artificial intelligence that Miss (Y/n) Stark is in New York City and is in immediate danger. She needs help."

His head shot up and his eyes were wide with surprise.

"Where?" He demanded.

"Footage of the city suggests she is approaching Brooklyn Bridge. She is being pursued by unknown hostiles."

You cursed as bullets whizzed overhead, ducking and holding onto your wheel with an iron grip.

"Stop shooting bullets at my car!" You yelled at the HYDRA pursuers.

Of course, they didn't listen.

As you drove along the bridge you had to swerve around all the other cars. You were going too fast and panic was quickly ensuing due to the giant jet firing at the road. Fortunately for you, the car was special. It didn't just fly.

You punched a button and the hood began to lift up, protecting the majority of the car from being stripped bare by the bullets.

Behind you were several agents on motorcycles, all hooded up and covered in black. Guns were strapped to their backs as they chased you, performing the same maneuvers you did to get around the traffic. Due to them being on bikes, they were faster.

You looked for more special additions to your car and checked below the TV pad where a magenta button and steel lever lay.

You remembered something Coulson told you when he gave you this car, something about how if you were ever stuck or needed a way out, that button would show people where you were.

It was a long shot, but you had to risk it. If you were caught, not only would HYDRA get you, but they would get the scepter also. You were scared to death by the precarious predicament you found yourself in, but the scepter was your priority.

You pulled the lever and prayed it would help, only to be extremely confused as a strange whirring sounded from below the car and gradually centered on the trunk. You glanced in the rear-view to see it sliding away and revealing a small cannon pointed towards the sky.

"How did I never notice that?" You asked.

You then pressed the button above the lever and jumped in your seat as a loud bang erupted from the cannon and it shot a mix of red, black, and purple smoke flares. Even if you were constantly on the move in an attempt to escape, at least there was a trail someone could use to track and help you.

At the Tower, Clint and Bruce were in a hurried conversation about you on the conference call.

Since they were already in New York, they were the best chance you had. Tony was on his way, but he wouldn't arrive fast enough to help you himself.

During the conversation, Bruce noticed something through the windows. It was hard to make out at first due to the glare of the dying sun, but eventually he noticed the plume of colored smoke rising like a signal fire.

"Uh..." He glanced over his shoulder at Clint. "The sky is being weird again."

The archer came over to see what he meant and frowned, his brows furrowed as he observed the phenomenon. Among the purples and blacks and reds were flashes of orange, almost as if a very large gun was being fired.

He knew what it meant.

"That's her." He informed everybody else, grabbing his bow. "Stark, I'm gonna need a waypoint. As accurate as you can."

"Way ahead of you, Everdeen." Tony replied, already doing just that. "She's passing the bridge. Protect her with your life... Please."

Although he never would have said the words under any other circumstance, Clint nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "You got it, boss."

With that, he left the call.

On the Stark jet, Tony continued to stare into space, his mind running in circles.

"What are you going to do?" Pepper asked, recognizing the look in his eyes.

He looked at her, a spark of determination flaring up. "I'm going after her myself."

She nodded, not wanting to argue. She just wanted you back as much as everybody else. She wanted to see you for herself, to see how much you'd grown, to see if you were still the same stubborn but brilliant girl she loved as her own.

"She's going to be okay, right?" Tony asked.

Pepper nodded a second time, holding his hands in her own. "She will be."

"Promise?"

"I do." She leaned in and kissed him softly. "Bring her home."

He managed a flicker of a smile before he leaned back and pressed a button on the arm of his seat. From the small button, his suit began to form around him bit by bit and he stood up, taking a few breaths to calm himself. He wanted to help you but the worries that you wouldn't want him back were like storm clouds.

Even though some of his key characteristics were pride and ego, it had come to the point that even he had to admit he had been a horrible father to you. He was just so afraid of you feeling like he did with Howard that he thought isolating you from his life was somehow better, only to realize that was just history repeating itself all over again. He spent sixteen years trying to pretend you didn't exist, and now he would spend the rest of his life trying to make up for that time.

He wanted a daughter again.

It was with a final goodbye to Pepper and Happy that he finally approached the door at the back of the jet. With a carefully typed code it opened just long enough for him to jump out and then shut behind him.

Pepper watched him go with both anxiety and anticipation building up. She trusted him to do whatever he could to save you while not being stupid enough to do something dangerous. Well... She trusted him enough to not get killed in the process at least.

Happy had stayed quiet for the past few minutes, his own nerves going through the roof. He couldn't help feeling like this was somehow his fault. He knew realistically it was a lot of factors, but maybe he should've said something sooner. Maybe they could have gotten to you faster and you wouldn't be running for your life that very second.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

Pepper looked at him, showing a bewildered expression. "What for?"

"(Y/n)..." He took a long gulp of air, clasping his hands together. "If I hadn't... I should've said something."

"Oh, Happy-" "I mean it. She told me she was afraid but I thought I was doing good by keeping the secret. I should've told Tony - or you - anyone! Maybe then she wouldn't be in danger."

"Do you really think she'd want you thinking that? It's not your fault at all."

He shook his head. "When I signed up to be Tony's bodyguard, I signed up to be hers as well. But I expected a narcissistic kid with an ego the size of the continent, I didn't expect her to be so..."

"Sweet? Charming?" Pepper smiled, remembering fondly the first time she met you. "I know."

"What if we lose her before we get her back? Tony is going to hate me."

"He couldn't." She moved over to him so they could talk properly. "You're more than just an employee to him, you know that. You're his friend. Family. I agree that something should've been said sooner, but trust me. We will save (Y/n).

#tony stark #ironman #tony stark & daughter! reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #pepperony #tony stark & happy hogan #pepper potts & happy hogan #tony stark & nick fury #Tony stark & clint barton #Bruce banner & tony stark #bruce banner & clint barton #avengers #mcu #marvel #mcuship

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r-is-typing · 2 years

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with a little help | s.r

summary: in which two co-workers need a little help from their friends… requested?: Yes! Requested by @night-sky-full-of-stars request: “hello lovely! I absolutely adored at first sight! would I be able to request a spencer reid x plus size fem!reader? a mutual-pining story where she's also in the BAU as a psychologist and they're both too shy to make the first move? bonus points if the other BAU members try to nudge them along a little. thank you! your writing is immaculate 🤍 (also no pressure for timing or length, you got this x)”

pairing: spencer reid x plus size fem!reader category: fluff

content warnings: a little bit of insecurities towards the end, but mostly just pure, tooth-rotting fluff and mutual pining, s7 reid because he has my heart

word count: 1k+

Running late to work was not something Y/N L/N was used to in her normal routine, but, today was different. The train from D.C to Quantico was usually on time, especially for the train Y/N having to take, arriving at 5:30am to get to Quantico by 7, making space if changes were to happen. But, the train was running late more than usual and it had stressed her out awfully.

“Y/N, hey.”

She recognized that small, but familiar voice anywhere. The voice, in fact, being fellow FBI employee, profiler Dr. Spencer Reid. Her eyes looked up from her nails she was picking at to Spencer who stood awkwardly gripping his satchel.

“Spencer, hi. I didn’t know you took this train.”

Spencer shook his head, shuffling awkwardly, before settling his feet. “I don’t, normally, but I didn’t finish some paperwork because we got back so late from the most recent case, so I decided to go up early.” Y/N smiled at this. She never figured Spencer was the type to not get anything done, especially with how he was. Reading 20k words a minute, an IQ of 187, and his eidetic memory served well within the BAU, making him the smartest on the team, at least in Y/N’s mind.

That made sense, considering she had been harboring a liking for the man for the past two years, since her first day of being a psychologist for the BAU when needed, but mostly for other departments in the Bureau. The train finally pulled into the station, it being 6:15 in the morning. The two boarded. “So, I’ll see you-” “Would you like to sit with me?” The two agents talked over each other, making the two share a small smile.

“Oh, sure, Spencer.”

She walked over to where the tall man chose to sit, sitting next to him. “So, how was the case, anyway?” Spencer’s face lit up, which would be surprising to anyone who didn’t know Spencer, but only knew his line of work. Lighting up at the mention of talking about serial killers? What a Spencer Reid thing to do.

“Well, it was actually a bit of a long one. This guy had been copying the Zodiac Killer, basically killing as a set-up to impress his childhood friend who had recently gotten engaged.” Spencer rambled. Y/N listened as he continued to talk animatedly about the case he had just returned from.

The train had come to a stop 45 minutes later, the two timed it, high-fiving as it came to be fourty-five minutes, and not a second later. Spencer and Y/N walked together to the Quantico Headquarters, quietly conversing between the two of them.

As the two walked in together, Penelope nudged her coworkers, watching as Y/N walked over to them, and Spencer walked over to make himself a cup of coffee. “Hi, Penny,” Y/N mumbled, walking over to her. “Oh my goodness, are those new jeans? Because they look absolutely amazing on you, I mean, your curves, I’m totally-” Y/N grabbed Garcia by the shoulders. “Yes, Penny, they’re new jeans. You’ve shopped with me before. A lot of shops don’t accommodate women in my size, so I actually got pretty lucky with this one shop."

“Amen to that, sister.”

Garcia smiled, hugging the girl once again. Spencer walked up to Y/N after a few minutes, handing her a mug. “I, um, know you don’t like coffee, so I made you some tea.” Y/N bit her lip, trying to hide a smile. “Wow, um, thank you, Spencer.” She took a sip of her tea, humming in enjoyment.

Y/N joined Penelope, Emily, and JJ who were stood near Emily’s desk. “JJ, how’s Henry?” JJ, being the way JJ was, jumped at the opportunity to talk about her son, which all the women enjoyed.

“Pretty Boy? Are you listening?”

Spencer snapped his head over to Derek’s direction, who leaned against the younger man’s desk, smirking. “See something you like?” Reid’s eyes widened, spluttering out incomprehensible noises. “You like her, don’t you, kid?” Spencer couldn’t help but look down at his shoes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But, Spencer knew he was caught. He made it annoyingly obvious he was staring at the girl as she awed and smiled as JJ showed the woman pictures of her child.

How could he not like her though? How pretty her smile was, the way her eyes sparkled and lit up when talking about something she thoroughly enjoyed, or the curve of her waist, even down to her thighs.

Was that weird that he thought about her like that when she probably never thought of him at all? That had definitely run through Spencer's mind plenty of times, but that didn't stop him from becoming infatuated with the girl, pining over her day after day.

Derek laughed. “Alright, well, if you don’t, maybe I’ll see if Y/N wants to go to dinner with me tomorrow night.” He stood up, causing Spencer to be, shockingly, the fastest Morgan had ever seen him move in the 7 years he’d worked with Reid.

Across the room, Penelope Garcia also had a plan up her sleeve. “So, Y/N, Spencer's pretty cute, don't you think?" She smirked. Y/N looked between Garcia, Emily, and JJ, then to the guys across the room and back to the girls.

"'Course he is. Have you seen him? Although, I never picked him as your type, P."

Garcia giggled. "Oh, honey. He's not. But, what's your type?" Y/N looked over at her and glared, knowing exactly what she was referring to. "Penny..."

Emily looked between the two. "I feel like we're missing something.." Garcia nodded. "Let's just say, our favorite girl genius has been lovingly doting on our resident genius for months now, spilling how attractive she finds him after, hm, what is it? A glass and a half of wine?"

Y/N sheepishly smiled. She recalled the nights she was drunk where all she could remember at the time was Spencer. The way he talked, walked, dressed, and his mannerisms. Everything about the man starting from his sandy brown hair all the way down to his black converse, she loved it all.

The two meet in the middle of the room, spluttering out words including “like”, “date”, and “tomorrow”. Spencer then takes a breath before speaking. “Y/N, I really like you, and I was hoping, maybe, I, uh, could take you to dinner tomorrow night?”

Y/N looks down at the floor of the bullpen. “Are you sure you’d wanna go out with me? I’m sure I’m not Dr. Reid’s type and all..” She recalls seeing what Maeve had looked like, so going from Maeve to her made thoughts run all through her head, thinking Spencer wouldn’t want to be with her.

“You’re kidding, right? Looks don’t matter to me. All I can about is if we’re happy, and what’s on the inside; your personality is the only thing I care about, and, of course, if you can get along with the team. Which, you can. Besides, you’re so pretty, and funny, and just… everything I could ever ask for.”

Y/N smiled softly before looking up at Spencer, extending her hand. He takes her hand in his and shakes it, confused nonetheless.

“It’s a date, Dr. Reid."

She linked her arm through his as they walked to the other side of the bullpen. "As long as we’re talking terms though, the tea you made me? I’m going to need you to make me that every day..”

r is writing... this is my first time writing for a specific type of character, so I really hope you enjoy it. I really like the direction I went with it, but, then again, that is just my personal opinion. Again, thank you for the request!

r is signing off...

#rhyanwritesstuff #request #requests open #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x plus size!reader

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