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reiderwriter · 4 months

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Hi there! It's me :"> again I read that you're closing your request soon and I just want to put another in before the deadline haha But by no mean you should put more pressure on yourself please take all the time you need, I'm always here happily waiting while enjoy reading all of the fabulous writing you had for other requests <3 Much love to your work <3

I have a request for s smut fic when the BAU was called in for a case: the victims were workers at the local bars/restaurants, the bau!reader recognised one of the bars the unsub frequently target is the one she used to work at as bartender/mixologist while putting herself through school and asked to be the undercover while other agents supervise. After successfully closing the case, the BAU decided to celebrate at said bar and the owner was happy to let the reader personally make your friends any cocktails outside of the menu.

The reader then learned about all the mildly irritations and possessive feelings softdom!Spencer had while watching people hitting on you behind the bar, but all of that can be solved with a (almost criminally) 3-sugar-cube level of sweet of a cocktail the reader personally made for him hiding an ungodly amount of alcohol which made the night a lot more interesting ;)

I'm sorry if all of my requests are soo long I know you want to have as much details as possible but please lemme know if you feel like it's too much haha Happy writing!! :">

A/N: Thank you for your request! I was partly inspired by this post to help me out with some of the drinks orders, so go check it out for more character headcannoms!

Warnings: NSFW, soft dom! Spencer, spanking, semi-public sex, jealousy, slight breeding kink/ creampie, thigh fucking etc. 18+ Minors DNI

It had been a good few years since you quit the bartending job that put you through college, so you didn't realise just how much you'd missed it.

You thought it was the universe intervening when a case popped up in your college town, and the bar you'd spent every weekend in for nearly three years straight from the end of your undergrad to the first years of your masters degree was at the dead centre of Spencer Reid's geographical profile.

You knew the unsub had been hunting from bars, and it took only a few nights of surveillance to catch his scent, and one more of a simple cover to get the guy.

You'd taken up your spot once again, slipping easily back into making cocktails and pouring pints of beer on tap - a skill you were regretfully slow to learn but happy to see stayed with you even in your brief retirement.

You busted the bar while your coworkers tried to look inconspicuous sitting around as customers. Diligently, you served them mocktails and alcohol free beer ad regulars clapped you on the back, greeting you like an old friend as you worked to catch a killer.

JJ was the bait, and you were glad, for once, that it wasn't you, even if that thought made you feel guilty. She slipped out with a crash, and all eyed were on the man that followed her quietly to the alleyway out back.

He practically arrested himself. All in all, it had taken maybe three days to catch the guy, and you'd never been so happy to have had to work a double shift to do it.

“Y/N, if this FBI thing doesn't work for you, I'd be glad to have you back behind the bar. These college students just aren't what they used to be.” Your ex-boss grinned at you, indulging in his own glass of whiskey now that the case was closed.

He'd graciously invited your entire team to spend the rest of the evening at the bar celebrating (for at least a drink or two before his wife came to collect him). You were shocked when Hotch took him up on the offer, but happily stayed behind the bar mixing up the drinks.

“Okay, now that we've found out you're this magic mixologist, you have got to make us personal cocktails. I want to see how drunk you can get me, Y/L/N.” Emily laughed from the corner, finishing the last dregs of her virgin piña colada.

“My dear Emily, it is not the mixologist job to get you drunk, it's the mixologist job to keep you sober for as long as possible so you keep buying drinks.”

“No, come on kid, I'm intrigued as well. I'm not a cocktail guy but you've been pouring like a woman possessed tonight. Help.me out here, Spencer, hasn't she been on fire?”

Spencer's eye caught yours and your heart skipped a beat when he gave you a small smile. He'd been quiet all night, and you felt a little regretful that you'd made him stay so long in a place he wasn't entirely comfortable with. But he was still here, and surprisingly, still drinking, nursing the beer that your old boss had served them all when they'd returned from the crime scene.

“Mixology is an interesting field of study. When you think about it, it's practically chemistry.”

“I like to think of it as alchemy,” you grinned at him, enjoying the way he could turn anything into something more complicated and mathematical than it is. “Because one sip of one of my cocktails will have you thinking you've unlocked the secret of immortality.”

“Okay, if that's how drunk we're getting tonight then I'm calling home now,” JJ laughed standing from her chair and already dialling the numbers.

“Okay - here we go.” You grabbed the bottle of vodka from the counter and started, keeping your eyes focused on Reid as much as you could.

–X–

After two hours and about 5 rounds of cocktails, you'd nearly defeated the entire team. Your ex-boss had thrown you the keys half an hour earlier and called himself a cab, leaving you behind to close up just like old times.

Hotchner and Rossi had given in after two drinks each, apparently old and wise enough to know just how much alcohol was in an Old Fashioned and a Negroni each.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen,” Emily had mocked them on the way out, but two drinks later and she was asleep in the back of a cab having been carried out by both JJ and Morgan.

You'd used the good gin in her Aviation cocktail, and it was only a matter of time before she ended up peacefully sleeping the week away.

The only member of the team left standing was, surprisingly again, Spencer.

You'd gone simple with his Espresso Martini, though you'd made a big show and dance about adding twice as much brown sugar syrup than the recipe required.

“A sweet cocktail for the man who drinks the sweetest coffee known to man.” He'd brushed his hand across your fingers every time you'd passed him a refill, and you'd felt the familiar jolts of anticipation pass through you with each shared glance.

Your old boss had even noticed that you were ‘sweet on that little coworker of yours,’ and you'd had to do your best to stop yourself from openly flirting with him whilst he was sat there at the bar.

You'd done it for tips every single shift, not caring about the consequences, buy with Spencer, you so desperately wanted there to be consequences that you never so much as tried.

“We should pack up and head home, Spence.” You said, cleaning up the final glass of Mai Tai Derek had left behind, but when you turned around to see him, he was gone.

More accurately, he'd moved to your side of the bar and was sliding his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you in.

You gasped his name like a prayer, not expecting his cold fingers to curl under your shirt as he buried his head in your shoulder.

“Spencer! What's… what are…”

“Let me hold you.” He didn't say much more than that, but he didn't need to say more. You'd already.relaxed into his touch, eyes shutting so you could focus on the feel of his skin against yours.

“You're good at this,” he mumbled, words slightly slurred. “Everyone was watching you, they all wanted you to pour their drinks.”

You listened to each word of his voice fighting off confusion. Who was everybody? There hadn't been another customer in the bar since you'd made the arrest.

“The old men in the corner, they looked down your top when you picked something up for them. I heard them talking about it, how they thought about stuffing a couple of one's right here,” his hand trailed up to your breasts and you gasped, “like you were some stripper.”

His hands were slowly caressing you as he stood, chest pressed against your back, and you felt desire flood between your legs.

“Spencer, you're drunk, we should get you back to the motel.”

“My blood alcohol level should be around 0.11, so yes, legally I am drunk. If you want me back at the motel, be my guest, but I don't think I can keep my hands off of you tonight, Y/N.”

His words were blunt, delivered the same way he usually talked about case details, or books he'd read. There was nothing in it to indicate he'd meant to turn your world upside down just like that.

His hand had moved under your bra now, and you snapped back to reality, grabbing his hand and halting his movements momentarily as you craned your neck to look at him.

“Spencer, you're not in your right mind, you're going to regret this-” you didn't get to finish the sentence as he cut you off, pushing his lips into yours softly. With each second, his passion grew, until the two of you were caught in a battle of tongues, saliva dripping down your chin as you cared about nothing else but the pleasure you found in each other's mouths.

“The only thing,” he whispered between kisses. “That I'm going to regret, is if I let you walk me out of that door without showing you how much I want to possess every inch of you.”

His words were insistent but there was a question hidden in his movements. He'd withdrawn slightly, giving you enough space to turn him down should you want to.

You didn't.

Instead, you let a hand run up the back of his neck to his hair until you were pulling him down into you, stepping back into the warmth of his broad chest as you opened up to him.

Your other hand relinquished his, letting him explore your chest further and doing much of the same as you tried your very best to twist in your spot to get a better hold of him.

He was holding firm though, despite everything he'd drank, and had pushed you once again against the counter, hand moving between exploring your ass cheeks, and placing your hand firmly underneath you on the table so you could stabilise your position.

He worked his lips down your neck, prying your other hand out of his hair and placing it parallel to the first, before pulling your hips back slightly and encouraging you to arch your back.

You only realised you'd assumed a position for spanking when the first blow landed on your ass.

It was soft, all things considered, and he was still busy bruising your neck that you almost thought you'd imagined it.

The next one was harder though. It was real.

“Spencer!” You gasped as he stroked a hand over your asscheeks.

“Shhhhhhhh s'okay. You have a beautiful ass, I'm just making it prettier.”

His hands fumbled over your pants zipper, and then pulled them down to your knees as he continued stroking your ass and licking your neck.

The material limited your movements, trapping your knees together as he delivered one more blow. The skin to skin contact was too much and you let out a sinful moan, surprised at how loud you were suddenly managing to be.

You'd never been spanked before, never even thought about it, but something about Spencer's hands on you, the lingering scent of alcohol in the air had every hair on your body standing in excitement.

You heard Spencer unzip his own pants and were a little regretful that you didn't get the honour. You wanted to see him hold him in your hand, take him into your mouth and play with him until you knew just how he worked. But your back was still to him, and he wasn't giving you the space you needed to turn around and catch a glimpse.

“Every man in this bar tonight wanted to be where I am right now,” he whispered into your hair as he kissed the crown of your head, and then pushed your panties aside and ran himself along the lips of your cunt.

It was a night of sounds - the zippers, his whispers, your moans - bit you still weren't expecting to be able to hear your arousal.

It was erotic, near pornographic how wet his spanking had made you, and he let out small groans of appreciation as he gathered your juices on his cock.

He didn't try to breech you just yet, but rocked his cock between your thighs and cunt, teasing you just enough to keep you hooked, but nowhere near where you needed him to get you.

“Every man who was in here wanted you, and I got you. Right?” He asked again, practically rutting against your cunt.

“Y-Yes, Spencer.”

“Yes, sir.” He corrected, and you gasped as his hand struck your ass again, dangerously close to where his hips joined yours.

“Yes, sir.”

“Be a good girl for me, baby. I want to take care of you.”

With those words, he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance and slipped in.

With your knees still locked in place by your pants, it was really up to Spencer to control the pace. You didn't spare a second for the thought that had you been completely naked with a better range of motion that he still wouldn't relinquish this quiet control of you.

With one hand on your hip, and the other curled around to reach your clit as you arched your back against him, it wasn't long before he was setting a vigorous pace.

It wasn't that he was thrusting particularly fast, or that he was doing it ridiculously hard, like some men who knew no better tried. It was the combination of how far he was able to reach with his careful concentration on your pleasure.

You felt him speed up once before quickly drawing himself back to the even tempo, doing his best to not get lost in you.

His fingers traced your cunt in a slow figure eight as first, before experimenting with different movements, shapes, words until he'd been rewarded by your cunt clenching around his cock as you came all over it.

You gasped in shock, and flushed, so shocked it took only that long.

Instead of congratulating himself on getting you off though, he used your orgasm to inform himself of what you liked, what you so desperately needed from his fingers and his cock.

And most importantly, he didn't stop.

Even as your body twitched and spasmed around his cock, he kept up his wrist movements, keeping your body warmed up as he finally took his turn.

“Tell me how much you want this,” he whispered into your ear.

“I want this so badly, Sir, I need your cock pumping in and- ahhh out of me.”

“Tell me how nice my cock feels,” he again ordered and you willingly obeyed.

“Your cock is perfect, it's so big and warm, like it was made just for me.”

“Good girl, now tell me how much you want me to shoot my cum inside of you.”

Your mouth went dry as you choked out a moan, his pace getting rougher and rougher with each thrust. You hadn't heard him correctly, surely, your brain was imagining things.

But he prompted you with a slight tap to your face, a slap that wouldn't leave any mark.

“You don't want my cum all over this bar, do you? It would be a shame for your ex boss to fail his hygiene inspection.”

“Cum in me! God, please cum in me.”

He gripped you tight around your waist as he finally pushed himself over the edge, filling you with his seed and keeping you pinned in his arms until he was sure that none of it would escape.

“I'm glad you agreed, because I wasn't asking,” he said, chest still slightly heaving as he rode out his orgasm, lower body twitching in its sensitivity.

When he finally did pull out, he'd spent so long inside you, cockwarming, that not much of his cum slipped out. He cleaned you up with a clean dishcloth you pointed to on the counter, and pulled your pants back up, quickly manoeuvring his up too.

After a brief moment of silence, you finally turned to look at him, melting into his arms again as you took in his fucked out expression.

He stroked your head quietly for a few minutes, before pulling back from your hug.

“This bar doesn't have CCTV, does it?”

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heartless-tate · 1 month

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I have a request!!

I need some angsty Rhys x reader like I need the air I breathe. I’m talkin someone died and was brought back by the grace of the Gods or something along those lines. And I need the other party to lose it.

Can be smutty too I won’t be mad about it. But if it doesn’t fit don’t force it. Love your works! You’re a fabulous writer 💜

Come back to me | Rhysand X Freader angst

A/N: sorry it took so long! I’ve been very busy. P.S this shit wasn’t proof read so if it sucks it sucks. I’ll do better on my upcoming fics 😭 And thank you so much anon!

warnings: death, allusions to sex, wasn’t proof read 🥴, MDNI!!!!

“No!” Rhysand snaps at you. You growled challengingly at your friend. He was so fucking stubborn.

“Rhysand I swear to the cauldron above I will skin your ass if you don’t let me go on this mission.”

Rhysand bristles at your new threat. You were always creative with them. His eyebrow quirks. He sighs and rubs his temples. He looks around his office as if trying to find an escape. He stands abruptly and approaches you. His wings gently cocoon you, and he drops his head on your neck defeatedly like a pouty child.

“Don’t call me that...” he mutters into your skin. Your fae ears catch it. His breath was warm against your skin, and you wondered briefly why he had been so touchy as of late.

“What?! Your name…?”

“Yes.You always call me Rhys- call me anything but my full name. We’re closer than that dear.” He whispers, lifting his head up. You huff. You wonder why you feel your body gets hot at the nickname. It was just Rhysand- he gave pet names to others. Right? Your eyes find his violet ones. You were tempted to scream at him again but you saw his tired eyes, and softened. You sigh.

“Fine. But I’ll go with you.” Rhysand spoke before you could say anything else.

——————

It wasn’t just Rhysand that tagged along. Azriel and Cassian did too. Whatever- at least you got to go. Ever since your best friend, Rhysand, returned from under the mountain he’s been weirdly protective. He had always been protective- but now he was outrageously paranoid of anything harming you. It was odd.

You were on a simple mission. Track down a group that has been disturbing some of the night court’s cities, take them out. Simple really. Or so you thought. Once you had successfully tracked the group down, Azriel had stopped any of you from proceeding further. He wanted to observe the band of rouges to see what they were doing. And their powers. You didn’t see a point in it- as you were there. Azriel was there. Cassian was there. Rhysand was there. You four could take out this lowly group in minutes! Or so you thought.

After about three days of restless following the group, it was safe to say you were ready to take them out. You didn’t pay any mind to Cassian trying to stop you from proceeding. Azriel had been scouting the area for any others. Rhysand was with him as back up. Leaving you and Cassian to watch the group. You felt a hand grip your wrist and jerk you back..

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” Cassian whisper-barked at you.

“Cas- I’m hungry. I was just going to get some food.” You whispered sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him. His eyes softened he contemplated.

“Fine stay here, don’t move and keep your eyes on them- I’ll go on a quick hunt real quick.” He muttered. You smirked in victory once he left, now it was time to show them that you could be helpful.

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“Something’s wrong. I sense it.” Rhysand yelled to Azriel over the wind. There was no other members of the band of rouges around. Azriel flared his wings slightly and nodded in response.

“Let’s head back, I’m sure everything is fine.” He responded.

Rhysand wasted no time and turning swiftly in the air. He started a fast pace back to the camp where the group was resting. Azriel followed suit. Something was wrong. He could sense it. His skin had goosebumps, and he felt restless. He had a shaky feeling of anxiety. Why? He couldn’t figure this out.

The camp came into view, and he was about to dive into the forest to hide himself from the group. But his eyes caught something- a body. A body in the middle of all the men. The men were cheering and whipping it. Rhysand’s eyes sharpened and he felt sick. It was- you. A sense of rage and utter wrath of a thousand burning suns filled him.

Azriel flinched when the whole area went completely dark- it wasn’t nighttime- it was Rhysand’s wrath. He felt a shiver work it’s way up his spine. He caught sight of your naked body being beaten.

A loud book of thunder sounded, causing all the men to pause their fun. They didn’t have time to react when something large hit the ground. Majority of them fell to the floor, scampering. Dust was everywhere.

A tall looming figure with bat wings spread in front of you, covering you. Rhysand. Everything hurt. So fucking bad. You were covered in blood and vomit- whatever they had shoved down your throat was working fast. You felt sick. Vunerable. Everything was so hazy. You didn’t have time to process the screams around you or why. You felt your body collapse. Something was wrong. No- it’d be fine. You’d get flown to Madja and healed and you’d soon wake up. You tried to keep your body up but failed, collapsing to the mud.

Rhysand felt dread at hearing the thump on the ground. There were bodies everywhere. His senses were heightened. The only heartbeat was Azriel’s and yours. But yours was the only one that mattered right now. And it was so slow-

He shoved Azriel away from your collapsed form quickly, cradling your head. Your scent- it was fading. Your skin was so pale. He realized with a sick feeling you were dying. His eyes met your weakly opened one’s. Your eyes started to close.

“Nonononono- cmon we need to get her to Madja. What are you doing?! Let’s go!” He yelled, quickly hailing your body in his arms. Azriel flinched.

“Rhys- it’s too late. It’s an hour flight, and where we are it’s impossible to winnow! And the poison they forced on her has spread mostly.” Azriel whispered. Rhysand ignored his words, shaking his head. His wings flared, preparing for flight.

“Where’s Cassian- get him- we can make it-“

“Rhysand- we fucking can’t. It’s not possible.” Azriel’s words and reality finally seemed to hit Rhysand. Rhysand collapsed in the mud, holding you close to his chest. He was rocking you back and forth, tears falling from his eyes.

He gently caressed your face. Your eyes opened. He whimpered softly at your weak expression. “No.nononononono! It wasn’t suppose to happen like this. There was so much I had planned for you- for us.” Rhysand said. His words were soothing. You felt yourself relax. You felt Rhysand’s talons scrape your mind, and gently broke your barricade. The pain in your body disappeared. You were able to process his words better. Death, you were dying. Us. You had never realized there was an us. You couldn’t help but press your face against your hand. You think you could die at peace like this. You weren’t sure if the tears on your face were his or yours? Maybe both. You were so tired- you felt so relaxed with his warm body and wings covering you. We’re the woods always this quiet? It was getting harder to keep your eyes open. Rhysand’s hold tightened.

Rhysand came to the realization if he was panicked you would feel it- he needed to calm himself for you. It was the least he could do. He took shaky breaths pressing his forehead agaisnt yours. “I’m so sorry..” he muttered agaisnt your skin.

“..you have nothing to be sorry for…” you grunted out. “..I love you Rhysand.”

“Don’t call me that.” He groaned out. Nudging his head against your body gently. Your choked laugh filled his ears.

“I love you so much Rhys.” You said again. He made a noise of pain and kissed your wet eyelids.

“I have loved you with every fiber of my being since the day I met you, and I will continue loving you until the day I die..” He whispered loudly. His lips were soft as they gently pressed to the tip of your nose. He watched as your shaky hand reached forward to wipe his watery eyes. Your fingertips were soft. He savored the moment, closing his eyes. Until he felt your hand fall. His eyes widened open, panic settling in. Your eyes were fighting to stay open. Your chin lifted foward as if to kiss him. He bent forward. His forehead again rested against yours. You were both staring at eachother. Something snapped- a gold tether between you too. You felt your heart throb one last time. And everything went dark.

Rhysand screamed. It was guttal and terrifying to Azriel who stood off to the side giving you two privacy. He felt his heart break. You were dead.

——————

Rhysand refused to let you go. Your corpse remained in his bed- it had been two days after your death. Somehow his magic had kept your body intact and clean. He refused to eat, drink, or even leave your side. He spent his hours curled up agaisnt you, crying and begging for you to come back. You were his mate. He had loved you as much more then a friend for a millennia of years by now, and he had a sneaking hint you were mates. But the mother was so cruel- killing you just as soon as the bond snapped.

His claws dug into your skin gently as he rocked your corpse back and forth. A knock sounded at the door, eliciting a growl from him. Azriel stepped in.

“Rhys. You need to eat. Y/n wouldn’t want you-“

“Don’t say her fucking name!” Rhysand growled, eyes going dark. Azriel shivered in fear at the sudden darkness. Nobody could get to Rhys. It was scary. His brother was slowly killing himself. And they couldn’t do anything about it.

Azriel nodded and left the room, deciding to leave it be. Rhysand curled his wings back around you. He climbed on top of you, gently straddling. A few tears dropped down his face, landing on yours. His forehead met yours.

“Bring her back home- please..” He cried out.

Rhysand flinched. He was hearing things now. Was he in so much pain he was delusional now? He whimpered. He thought he could hear you calling his name. Maybe his time has finally come and he’ll be with you again.

“Rhys..!”

Rhysand jumped, hearing your sickly coughs. You. You. You. You were breathing. He was surely in the afterlife now. His head dropped to your chest, ignoring your cries of his name in favor of hearing your heartbeat. It was there- you were alive.

Rhysand choked on a sob. He didn’t know what to say.

“Rhysand!” You yelled louder. He flinched.

“Get off of me- your suffocating me you big Illyrian baby.” You groaned. He wuickly jumped off of you. Onyl to wrap you in his arms and cradle you to his lap like a child.

“Rhys?” You questioned. His head was pressed to your chest again. Where your heart was. You felt something wet drip down.

“You were dead. Gone- dead. I lost you!” He choked out. “I thought..” he couldn’t finish his sentence as he made a whimpering noise. He was having a full break down.

“Rhys. I’m right here, I’m alive, calm down.” You muttered. Your body was sore but you couldn’t feel much right now. All you could focus on was the weird attached feeling towards the male holding you. How were you alive? You had no idea. But you weren’t mad. That’s for sure.

Rhysand gently pushed you down against his sheets. You were in his bed, in his shirt and boxers. You smelled of him. There wasn’t much to say. He was acting on instinct. His hand roamed your body, as if ensuring you were real. His wings cradled you, blocking out the world. He grabbed your face, turning it, inspecting you.

“Rhysand!” You snapped. He flinched in response. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m fine.” You repeated trying to calm his mother hen. You could feel his emotions now.

“No. You’re not going anywhere. That’s for sure.” He whispered, eyes holding a dark look. You nodded in response. You flushed slightly, remembering. He was your mate. He finally smiled down at you. It was slightly crazed, but it was better than crying. His eyes were puffy.

“I’m here to stay.” You whispered as his lips slowly met yours. Your first kiss with him.

—————-

Rhysand was very clingy. The last two weeks have been spent with him up your ass. The inner circle was delighted to see you alive. And Cassian begged forgiveness. He thought it was his fault. You assured him, it wasn’t his fault. Which led to Rhysand sitting you down and giving you a very long lecture. You weren’t allowed on missions until next starfall. Of course, it annoyed you. But you also decided to relent and obey Rhysand this time. Armen said you were a miracle and not to question your resurrection.

You and Rhysand had been taking it slow as far as the bond. It strictly stayed to small pecks on the lips. He wanted to ravish you- but he wanted you to be comfortable with him. You were. How couldn’t you be? Azriel told you how he stayed beside your body. It made you tear up. And now, all that was left of the ‘accident’ was a protective Rhys. He refused to leave your side for more than an hour. Sleeping arrangements were made where you could sleep in his room or yours, but best belive he had to be in the same room. If you didn’t want him touching you that night he was more then happy to sit in a chair and do paperwork (and watch you as you sleep but you didn’t know that.) But you always ended up wanting him by you. It brung comfort.

You were ready for more. Specifically tonight. You convinced Rhysand that you would be okay while he joined his brothers at Rita’s. But you knew he’d be back within two hours. And would waste no time attaching to you. So you worked fast. You made yourself look pretty in the mirror feeling slightly self conscious. You felt a shift in the air realizing Rhysand was near. You rushed to the kitchen looking at the meal you prepared. You were shaking. This was embarrassing. What if he didn’t want you?

“Love?” Rhysand’s sweet voice filled the air as he sensed your distress and rushed into the dining room. He paused upon seeing you. You were gorgeous. No female on this planet could hold a candle to your beauty. He swallowed the saliva building in his mouth. You were standing in one of those sundresses. He gulped. You were clammy. His eyes slid to the plate of food where he usually sat for dinner. His eyes slid back to yours.

He felt himself harden. “Y/n?” He whispered.

“I’m accepting the bond.” You whispered.

“Say it again.” He demanded.

“I’m accepting the bond Rhys.” You said louder, feeling embarrassed until he plopped down on the chair. He wasted no time in devouring his food. It was gone in under two minutes. His eyes found yours again.

“I suggest you sit and eat your plate. Because once I get you in my room you’re not coming out for a very long while.” His pupils were dilated and his wings were flared. He was holding himself back.

You certainly didn’t waste any time eating your plate.

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writeroutoftime · 2 months

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solemn vows

pairing: rhysand x reader

summary: joined by the inner circle, you and rhys get to have your mating ceremony, publicly declaring your love to your family

warnings/tags: none - just fluff!!

words: 1k

a/n: ahhh my first rhysand fic! look I love him and feyre together, but I also love him for myself too lol! of course I'm so excited to post this, but also very very nervous!! please be gentle lol, but I'd love to hear what you think! have a fabulous day!

as promised, tagging @captainsophiestark - enjoy!

(p.s. if anyone wants to request a story for rhys, cass, azriel, or lucien, please send it my way!)

oOoOo

The stars twinkled beautifully in the deep, dark night sky, shining down on you and your family like a blessing. Images of the night Rhysand took you to a nearby temple and had you sworn in as High Lady of the Night Court washed over you like a wave of comfort.

The ceremony had been a private affair. Vows shared only between you, Rhys, and the priestess who blessed the coronation. Vows that would soon be felt by the people of the night court, and across Prythian as a whole.

Your mating ceremony, however, was an intimate affair you and Rhys wanted to share with the Inner Circle - your chosen family. The people who stood by you time and time again, rooting for your happiness. Mor, Cassian, Azriel, and even Amren had thrown so much time and effort in helping you make the vision for your special day a reality.

And so, you now eagerly waited behind a pillar, clutching your bouquet of various, violet flowers. There was no doubt in your mind this was what you wanted, and when the orchestral music began, you took a deep breath and nodded to Cassian and Azriel.

Ever the gentle giants, the two had leapt at the opportunity to be a part of the event. You knew how much it had meant to them when you asked if they would walk down the aisle with you. So much so that it had caused tears from both males, though they would vehemently deny that fact if teased by anyone else.

With the two males flanked on either side, you walked down the aisle, your knees felt just a bit weaker than they had moments before when your eyes finally met Rhys' sparkling, violet ones. The waves of love and devotion sent down the bond almost knocked you off your feet. Similar messages were sent from your end, and the watery smile Rhys offered brought you such joy.

When you reached the end, you turned first to Cassian, then to Azriel, offering both males a kiss on the cheek and a nod of gratitude. As they made their way to sit with the rest of your family, you took your place next to Rhysand in front of the priestess here to bless the union.

She welcomed the small, but mighty crowd, and began to speak. "We are here tonight, blessed by the Mother and the Cauldron, to witness Rhys and y/n declare their mating bond for all in Prythian to see. It is not something done lightly, but rather a journey these two have agreed to partake in for the rest of eternity."

She then looked upon you and Rhys, offering a small smile, encouraging you to swear your own vows to each other.

"Rhysand," you began, already furiously blinking away the tears that clouded your eyes. "I have loved you from the moment I knew you. There is not a doubt in my mind that we are meant to be together. I am honored to stand beside you as your wife, your high lady, and your mate. I swear to you I will always protect our bond, protect you. That I will cherish each day together we are blessed with, and make sure you always know how much you are loved."

You sealed your vows by slipping the simple, but sturdy, silver ring onto Rhys' finger. Bringing your mate's hand to your mouth, you gently brushed your lips over the newly placed ring, delighting at the tug on your bond in response. So enraptured, in fact, you and Rhys were only half aware of the soft sobs that came from the crowd.

Rhys' violet eyes glistened with emotion as his large hands encapsulated yours in a firm grasp. "y/n, my high lady, my mate, my wife, with this hand, I will lift your sorrows." he began, eyes only for you, releasing his left hand to raise near his face. "Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine, and I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine." he spoke, reaching out to grasp the matching ring and slip in onto your finger.

"If you both would now offer each other the wine from your chalice." the priestess said.

With almost practiced precision, you and Rhys reached out to each grab a chalice of wine. Linking arms with the other, you offered Rhys a smile before lifting your cup up to his lips as he did the same to you. As the chalices were placed back on the table, you felt a small drop fall down your face and shivered at the feather-light touch Rhys used to brush it away, only love and adoration in his eyes.

"Our High Lord and Lady have professed their vows to each other. May the Mother and Cauldron bless them for as long as they should live. May the rest of Prythian know the strength of their love as those here tonight have witnessed." the priestess declared, tying a black ribbon around yours and Rhys' hands, then offered the faintest smirk. "You may now kiss your bride."

The words were barely out of the priestess's mouth before Rhys leaned forward, cupping your cheek with his hands and pressing his lips against yours. You could feel the love pouring into your body, his lips soft, but sure. A kiss that reminded you of this beautiful, new start for you and your mate.

As the two of you pulled away, you both let out a slight gasp, looking down at your left hands. Swirls of Night Court ink adorned your left hands, a visual promise of the vows you had just declared.

"Hello, my darling wife." Rhys gazed down at you with a dazzling grin. "Let's see what fate has in store for us, shall we?

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I love your sanji fics so much it’s crazy, I was wondering if you could make an angsty sanji fic!!

A/N IMPORTANT: Hi anon ! Damn this one have make me doubts myself. Angst wasn't my strong suit but I had this idea about those mistake you made when your young and the result push me to ask myself what I would do in those kind of situation and how much a person can grow from his mistake. I also enjoy write more of Zeff, even adding a little Bonus scene. Thank you for your request !

Shout out again for : @alienstardustwrites !

Oregano and others things

Soundtrack : Mine by Kelly Clarkson

OPLA - Sanji

Warning: Angst, Cheating theme, young mistake, redemption

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The water was agitated, making your little marchand boat tang a little more than to your liking. Taking a deep breath, watching the floating restaurant in front of you, you know what you have to do. You have to put your feet on that dock, wear the waiter uniform waiting for you, help Zeff with his understaffed problem and come back home. Simple, truly a walk in the park. All that and…avoid Sanji.

You came from a respectable family of fishermen and herborists selling their catch on the local market. Little girl, you were in charge of carrying the ice for the cold table and wrapping the customers' fish. You will always remember the day your parents had started making business with Zeff. The tall man, even sitting at the little table in the back of the stall, was imposing enough to at the same time scare you and make you curious. But, the little blond boy, only a few years older than you, following him like his shadow, intrigues you even more.

As you grow up, gaining new responsibility in the shop, you soon regularly help your dad doing the delivery to the Barratie, having the chance to pass some time with Sanji. Their pretext being that you would both benefit from having somebody your own age around, even if it’s for a few hours when it was in reality, for them, a moment to share a drink and talk supplies. The young cook would usually profit from this occasion to make you taste his cooking and ask you many questions about your knowledge on fish.

Adolescent, you had at many occasions,succeeded to sneak out of the not so watching eyes of the adult to respond to some question like only puberty could ask. Partner in crime for many first in your life, it was now hurting you like a knife in the wound to see him, an hour, a minute, a second.

Pushing the side door of the restaurant, many fabulous smells filling your nose, you quickly make your way to the changing room. Place which had welcomed many child games like Hide and Seeks and other less childish things like : what’s hiding under those clothes.

It wasn't the first time that you were serving tables for the Baratie. Your loyalty was, of course, going to your family,putting them first. But often, in occasional need like this, you had accepted to cover some shift to help. However, it's been a few years since you came back here for more than an exchange of ingredients and money. But, like riding a bike, you could remember the important stuff and Zeff had assured your dad that nothing had changed. You wish you could have liked to say the same.

Freshly changed, taking a nervous deep breath but confident, you exited the room, not noticing the tall blond getting out of the kitchen, angrily putting back his suit jacket.

Sanji couldn’t believe it, it was the second time this week that Zeff was rejecting one of his creative plates, sending him to play the waiter. Didn’t the old man see that his mediocre menu was killing him, and making him serve tables was the ultimate insult. He was, after all, the best cook of all this shitty restaurant.

A vision pushes him, half-way in a move to pick a fresh tray of rolled bread, to stop ruminating his dark cloud to instead freeze in place.

A little writing pad in hand, you hair styled into a practical but elegant way, your old uniforme clinging to your curve, you were standing in front of a table of happy imbeciles ( ready to all order medium well prime ribs for sure he presume) who’s was devouring you with their eyes. But the worst, for Sanji, was your smile, a generic one but a rare sign he hadn’t had the joy to see for way too long.

Seeing you like that, moving like a fish in the water around the tables, was bringing back the best and the worst moment of his life all at once,twisting his guts. And he knew exactly who to blame for that.

Turning on his heels, returning in the busy kitchen, his footstep quick and stiff, he easily spotted his mentor.

“ Zeff, why the hell is she here ?” Sanji asked, not feeling the need to clarify who ‘she’ could be. The old pirate already knew, of course, only him could have made her come to help as a waiter.

“ We’re under staff, little eggplant, she knows the job. Deal with it.” Zeff replied, his focus on inspection of the plates ready to go.

“ Really, even after you know our history ? Let me bring back your ex here and tell you the same. Would you deal with it ? “

“ Ex and History” The old man crackle” Is that what you call your little pathetic teenage adventure ? Anyway,you’re welcome to try to bring my Ex here, but I encourage you to prepare yourself to freeze your arse off. The bottom of the sea is pretty cold, just like that fucking witch. “

“ We don’t need her. We can absolutely run the restaurant like we have always do “

“ Sure we can,little eggplant, but we run way better now that she is with us. Anyway for what you did to the poor girl you deserve to feel some guilt. Now stop whining and get out of my kitchen ! “ The chef cut the discussion crossing his arms, his expression dissuading any replies.

His lips pressed in a thigh line, facing his second defeat of the day against the old man, Sanji makes his way to the double door, before stopping at only a few each of the exit, his breath stuck in his throat.

Entering the overheated place, ready to ask for the order of your customers, you briefly meet his gaze, momentarily losing your smile, regaining it as you face Zeff.

“ Four prime ribs…” You begin to say.

“ Let me guess, medium well ?” Sanji sarcastically said from the doors.

“Medium well for table five “ You still finished trying to ignore his chuckles or the caress of his gaze on you after so long.

“ Ignore him, little peach. Four prime rib mediums-well for table five !” Zeff advises you, before shouting the order.

“ I do my best uncle…Chef “ You smile, remembering your kitchen manners.

“ This table seems like a bunch of idiots, let me serve them for you “ The blond offered, his voice softened.

“ I can handle them myself, thank you “ You coldly replied,leaving him behind, trying to regain control of your emotions. Even after all those years, your traitorous heart was responding to his presence.

Making a stop at a few of your tables, seeing on the side Sanji do the same on his own. You gave table five their drink. It was obvious that those four weren't the best sailor sailing on the east blue. It was in fact, almost a miracle that people around them hadn’t complained since they were one of the most noisy tables around. But, you didn’t need his help, you will follow the plan even if the avoid part was now near impossible.

“ two old fashioned, a whisky net, a beer and a long Island “ You enumerate, placing the drink in front of the right person, putting the last one in the middle. “ You’re order is place in the kitchen I will come back soon to give you your food”

“ Wait pretty ! “The taller one exclaimed, pushing gently the long island in front of you “ This one's for you “

“ I’m sorry, I can’t accept it or drink on the job.” You declined,plastering a polite smile on your lips.

“ Oh come on pretty, only a sip, we will not tell ! “ Another with greasy hair laughs.

“ No thank you, Gentleman, I will come back with your order soon “ You firmly answer suddenly feeling the hand of the tall one grab you arm.

“ It’s not polite, we had brought you something, you could at least drink a little of it with us.”

Opening your mouth to put them back at their place, you hear Sanji behind you, his voice cold as ice.

“ First of all, a gentleman should never force a lady or touch her without consent “ The blond tells, removing finger by finger the hand of the man on your arm. “ Second, the lady say no, drink yourself your poisonous gift and let her work in peace.”

“ Sanji, it’s okay, those gentlemen were about to lower their tone and let me go” You explain embarrassedly, looking around to see many side eyes enjoying the drama. Pirates, as well as most of people,were always fond of dramas.

“ Calm down, we are only trying to know her better “ The third protest, throwing to your Ex a dark gaze.

“ Trying to know her,while she is stuck at serving you and already told you no.”

“ Sanji…” You tried.

“ It isn’t a way to treat a lady forcing her to endure your deplorable attempt. Just face it, she’s too good for all of you” Sanji finished.

“ Oh, that’s it, you want her for you lover boy “ The taller laugh” Sorry to say it to you but at the gaze she give you, you seem to have less chance that’s us”

“ Oh no, not at all. I already have the pleasure to kiss her sweet lips, even if she annoy by me, I could never be lower than you.” The blond smirked.

“ That’s enough ! Gentlemen, I came back with your plate. Please lower your tone, you disturb the dining room and you,come with me !” You said,taking Sanji's hand, forcing his taller stature than yours to follow you in one of the storage rooms.

The room, lit by a solitary lightbulb, was one you didn’t come to really often, only once in fact and it was that fatidical day. Surrounded by the many shelfs full of goods, you take three deep breaths before facing the only one you wanted to not face today.

“This was ridiculous” You abruptly said“ Everything was under control and they didn’t have to know our past history.”

“ Under control ? “ Sanji laughed,closing his eyes before tilting his head. “ Ma chérie, he gripped your arm. I know you hate that I was right about those idiot but I truly had help you there”

“ I’m not your chérie, not anymore” You remind him, the old wound reopening slowly.

You could perfectly remember that day. You turned seventeen in two days and, as your birthday was approaching, your dad had promised you that you would be the one doing the delivery alone to the Baratie for now on. Excited about the news, you had sailed to tell Sanji the good news. But, as you had searched the kitchen, the dinner room and even climbed to his room, you couldn’t find him. It’s only when a cook told you he had seen him near the storage that you regain hope. However, as you were approaching the room, you didn’t have the force to go further.

His hands, who had so gently touched you, were locked around another girl's waist, his lips you loved so much pressed against hers. Only his gaze, enlarged in shock, was fixed on you. Tears were rolling on your cheeks without you even noticing that you were crying. The only thing you noticed was a piercing pain in your chest and your body reacting by himself, stepping away as Sanji was trying to reach you, calling your name, telling you that he was sorry.

You hadn’t answered, running as fast as you can. This year, you didn’t make the delivery at the Baratie. It was only when your father felt sick that you finally take your place in the delivery bargain, only dealing with Zeff and no one else.

“ You had broken my heart, Sanji, remember ? “ You painfully said, angry about yourself to hear a point of sadness in your voice.

“ Y/N I was young…” He sighs, guilt painting his trait.

But, as you were trying to calm your heart,years of anger filling your veins.

“ You were young…that's your excuse ?!” You spit, your hand turning into fist. “ After all those years, I was waiting for an explanation who’s never come, crying every night. I finally thought I was able to get over it but it was it...you were young ?…I was too ! “

“ I know I am the one at fault here but you weren't the only one to suffer” Sanji muttered, his gaze darken, refusing to meet yours “ I didn’t know why I did it, and would you have accepted to see me, talk to me ? Your father was looking at me like he wanted to gutter me like his fish and Zeff wasn’t better, kicking me everytime he heard you were crying, whether it was my fault or not ! “

“And for today ? If it should have one who doesn't want to see the other it should be me. So what’s your problem !?” You abruptly asked.

“ My problems…My problems is that I hate having to fight everyday with Zeff about his shitty menu and I hate he put fucking oregano everywhere ! I hate that he has asked you to help knowing how it will make me feel, I hate how sexy you look in that uniform and the way that throws me back. I hate those guys who hit on you without knowing how a fucking brat you can be. “

Sanji answered, passing angrily his hand on his hair,planting his gaze in yours.

“But I hate even more that I was scared of my feelings back then ! I was a coward okay, you were amazing I freak out ! I used to think about how to impress Zeff every day and night, new recipes or new knowledge to become the best chef but the only thing I was about to think about was you. If you would come with your dad the next day, would you enjoy my Risotto or hate it? Should I make you something sweet ? Did you enjoy our kisses as much as me? How can your skin be so soft under my hands or did my hand feel too rough? Did you think of me as much as I did of you? I was falling in love so fast with you but I knew I didn’t deserve you.”

Letting a sigh escape his lips as his voice takes a more annoyed or that is an embarrassed tone as he continues his confession. You couldn’t turn your gaze of his, mute by his raw feeling finally exposed.

“Yet, the worst of all is that I hate the fact that I still do it after all those years. Every night I ask myself if you will be the one doing the delivery tomorrow, will I be able to have a glance of you or will you finally meet my gaze, will you stay mute like everytime or finally say hello and forgive me, that’s is my problems Y/N”

You didn’t know at first what to say, anger having left his place to sadness. As you were standing both still. You could clearly tell by some details in his features and physics how much he had grown since the last time you had stood like that face to face. But being scared wasn’t a reason, neither erased his act or the pain you had endured. Worst, how could you trust him after all this.

“ Well, at least after all this time, I have answers. Yes, I think about you everyday. But it also hurts me everyday,how could I trust you, I don’t know you anymore. The last time I was here we were young and you made the choice to hurt me. It’s too late for us,maybe we could try again someday, in another life. “

Leaving him behind, heading back to the restaurant level, trying to catch the tears from falling out of your eyes, you distantly heard Zeff asking you if everything was okay. Nodding of the head, putting back a smile on your lips, you take your orders and come back to the dining area.

As the sun was pursuing its course, coloring the sky with a vibrant shade of orange, pink and purple. You gave a hug to Zeff, his smell, a mix of leather, sea salt and spice recomforting you.

“ Thank you for your help Little Peach. I know it wasn’t easy with…all this…but you truly help us today “ He tells, freeing you of his bear hug.

“ I was glad to be able to help Uncle Zeff”

Lifting his gaze to the restaurant, the old man seems to shortly struggle to find his words, playing nonchalantly with one of his braids.

“ Sanji isn’t a bad kid, a brat who made some terrible mistake, yes, but I think he really regretted what he had done. I made him regret it too for your sake of course, little Peach…But I saw how his mistake had made him grow. Sometimes you have to lose a treasure you thought was already yours to realize how important it was for you. “

“ I know Zeff “ You smiled, letting so many things go unsaid,trying not to cry again. After all, how do you explain to the old man that feeling of not knowing that man in a suit when you had only known him with a cook uniform or unable to knot a necktie.Or knowing perfectly why his loyalty to the pirate chef will forever prevent him from leaving the restaurant.“ Same hour tomorrow ? “

“ Like always” The old chef smiles, helping you step in your small boat, watching you leave his dock. “ Keep your feet dry “

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A week later.

The fresh air of the morning was filling your lungs. On the water, the fishing boat was immobile, painting a peaceful image succeeding alway to put you at ease.

As you were preparing the stall, for your opening of the day, careful adjusting the spice jars on their little shelfs, waiting for the fisherman to bring your fresh fish, you heard a small cough.

“ So it was you who sold all that oregano to the old man, “ Sanji's voice gently said, as if he was trying to not scare you away.

Standing at only a few steps of you, a duffel bag on his shoulder, his suit and tie impeccable in the sleepy dock market, you take a full minute to process his presence.

“ You had left The Baratie…” You shockingly said, more a realization of a thing you thought would never happen than a question. “ I mean, what are you doing here ?” You finally asked, still unsure if it wasn’t a trick of your brain. Young Sanji would never leave the restaurant or miss an opportunity to learn kitchen tricks, other than for necessary utility.

“ Yes, Zeff had sent me as a return of favor for the help you gave us and I didn’t protest” He replied, taking a few precautionary steps, the idea that you still could decide to attack him by throwing one of the jars at his face, not far in his brain. “His precise words were to work my ass off or be ready to have my butt kicked. Look, I know that I mess up everything and I will regret it all my life. But I’m well intended to work right today and prove to you that we can maybe have a…fresh start ? “

“ A fresh start “ You repeat, considering the idea. Even if nothing could change the past, you had, in the last week, known that climbing to it now that you had your answers wouldn’t help you in any aspect of your life. And, now that miracle seems to happen, it was maybe all you need. “ You will not say to the clients that oregano is for savages, is that clear ? “

“ Even if it’s the truth ? “ He asked, an amused smile playing on his lips. “ We will have to review the quantity you send to the restaurant it’s way too high “

“ You really have a problem with it are you “ You let yourself joke.

"Hadn’t hated another herbs as much as this one, “ Sanji replied, putting aside his bag.

“ Maybe your taste is just too fancy” You laugh, feeling your heart seem to regain its pace for the first time in a long time.

“ Maybe that’s why your lips always look to me like a one of a kind delicacy “ Sanji flirted.

“ Sanji, fresh start !” You laugh, returning to your opening preparation. “ Just for that you will refill the oregano jar ! “

“ Yes Madam “ The blond cook responded, a smile on his lips, a spark you thought long gone freshly back in his eyes. “ Fresh start “

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Bonus :

His old back against one of the piles supporting the platform surrounding the restaurant, his wooden leg removed, Zeff was smiling.

“ They aren’t bad kids, mistakes have been made, kicks have been given. But it’s the good things in life. Errors make you grow and paths who’s we thought never crossed come back. Often it doesn't work, but I hope for them it will.”

“ I hope Zeff, you have grown too, you had more lines in your face than the last time” The timeless woman said, his head resting on his crossed arms, the lower half of his body undulating in the dark water.

“ It’s not everybody who’s an immortal sea witch, “ Zeff replied.

“ I had offered you to share my ageless life, you had decline it “ She remind him.

“ The little eggplant needed me, he was only a child. But I never thought you would forget us on that rock. “ He argued, still bitter of the memory.

“ Time is an abstract notion for us, but you survive, don't you ? “ The sea witch smiles, having the decency to look embarrassed of his own mistake.

“ Will you forget me when I die” Zeff asked.

“ Probably, but the water will remind me of Red boots Zeff and his sacrifice to save a little human.” She simply said, returning into the deep of the sea.

Turning his gaze to the stars, Zeff smiled.

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Mi Amor

Yandere Idol Jimin x Reader

Summary: You are attending a BTS fanmeet for the first time. Nothing can go wrong right?

Warnings: yandere Jimin, stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, obsession at first sight

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

Masterlist

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Y/N's POV:

I'm so excited. My dream is finally about to come true.

Which dream? You may ask.

To meet BTS.

Yes, BTS the number one boyband in the world. The most famous kpop group in the world. It was the first group which got me into kpop.

And now kpop is my life. Especially BTS, I love them. They are just amazing, fabulous, fantastic and so on.

I love them so much that I don't have any perfect words to describe them. They are just perfect. Each and every member is perfect.

And now I have a chance to meet them. I finally got a chance to attend their fansign. After waiting for so many years I got the golden chance, I'm not letting it go.

I can't describe how excited I was to meet them. Especially Jimin, he has been my bias since I started stanning BTS. Though I liked all the members Jimin was my favourite.

You may ask how I got a chance to attend BTS' fansign.

Actually now I live in South Korea for job purposes. I have been living here for almost two years.

You may think that I'm like other fan girls, who want to live and work in South Korea just because of BTS. But it is not like that. Maybe luck was on my side that I got a transfer to South Korea.

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I was finally in the fansign. Truth to be told I was pretty excited but also hella nervous. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of them. I'm really clumsy sometimes so I can't guarantee what I will do when.

I just wanted to take autographs of all the members and maybe have a small chat with them if they would like to.

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Currently I am in the middle of the fansign and I already took autographs and had a conversation with five of the members, RM, Suga, Jin, Jhope and Jungkook. They are all so kind and hilarious. Just as I thought they would be.

I tried to remain calm outside but I was dying from inside. My dream finally came true. I can't describe how happy you were.

Right now I was standing in front of V but his full attention was on Jungkook.

As expected.

Jimin noticed it and then indicated him to look at me. Just then V turned towards me with a huge smile.

We talked for a few minutes and truth to be said he was hilarious. I loved him.

Maybe I might change my bias.

Just joking.

Jimin was my bias, is my bias and will forever be.

Back from my nonsense.

Now I am standing in front of Jimin, my bias. Oh God I feel like I'll faint. He is so handsome.

Control Y/N, Control!

"Hi"

He greeted.

"Hi"

I greeted him back.

"What's your name?"

"Y/N"

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

He complimented me. I couldn't stop from blushing.

"Thank you. You look handsome too."

We both talked for quite long time when he suddenly asked me something unexpected.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Wha-

Is it even allowed.

"N-no I don't."

I shuttered.

Now you may think that why did I shutter?

My ultimate bias asked me that do I have a boyfriend or not. So it's obvious for me to shutter.

Then you heard Jimin muttering something under his breath but I couldn't hear it. Jimin again gave a huge smile to me.

Before I could bid him goodbye he called me.

"Y/N"

"Yes"

"Gimme your hand"

It was more like a command rather than the a simple request.

But still I gave him my hand. He then held my wrist and kept a small piece of paper on my palm and closed my fist.

After that he winked at me. I felt like I was about to die.

I quickly left from there. I went outside and opened my fist and took out the chit of paper and saw it was a phone number.

Wha-

My bias gave me his phone number. I couldn't believe it. Is is normal for him to give his fan his phone number or am I special?

Stop Y/N. What are you even thinking?

Though I guess I have his phone number, I'm definitely not going to call him. You may already know the reasons.

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the fansign. I can't wait to say about all that happened in the fansign to my friend.

She even gave me a dare that none of the members will even talk to me and here we are where I have my bias phone number. I won't be able to stop bragging about it to her.

Wait-

I have my bias phone number.

Am I dreaming?

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Jimin's POV:

I am getting bored here. We just had to sit here and greet the fans and do nothing. I just wanted to go home. Above that some of the fangirls were so annoying.

Though I didn't want to be here still I tried to put a smile on my face while greeting the fans. I need to maintain the good image in front of the public. I know that all the members are feeling the same but still they controlled their feelings.

Being a idol was pretty hard.

Just then I saw a girl talking to Jungkook. She seemed different. She was not soo beautiful but in my eyes she was perfect.

Maybe this is what they call 'Love at first sight'.

Then she came to Tae and I couldn't stop but stared at her. She was just perfect. When she smiled my heart stopped. Everything in life seemed perfect. In a few minutes I'm madly in love with a girl who I never met with in my life.

I couldn't stop but admire the way she laughed at Tae for something hilarious he said. But still I felt jealous of Tae because it was me who was supposed to make her laugh not him.

After that she came to me. We talked for a few minutes, this few minutes felt like forever. I wanted talk more to her but still I had to let her go. She was even my ideal type.

Her name was Y/N. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Before she could even leave I gave her a chit of paper which contained my phone number in it.

I know it's not allowed but still I don't want her to go. It's okay as long as no one knows.

Right?

I hope she calls me.

I'll be waiting for your call, my love.

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After a week:

Y/N's POV:

I was returning home from the convenience store after buying a pack of ramen. I don't want to cook right now.

I'm very lazy.

I was coming on my food because the apartment where I stay is only a few minutes away from the convenience store. Secondly the neighborhood I stay was pretty much safe.

So I don't need to worry.

Right?

I was halfway on my way to home when I felt like someone was following me but when I turned back there was no one. I sighed in relief.

After a few steps I again felt like someone was following me and when I turned back I found a figure in black behind me.

I got tense and increased my pace. Just then I felt a hand on my waist. The person pulled me against his rock like hard chest.

Before I could even shout, the person put a cloth on my face. My vision was slowly blurring.

"Sleep, my love."

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Borahae 💜

#yandere #yandere bts #yandere jimin #jimin #jimin x reader #yandere jimin x reader

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tw1l1te · 17 days

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Heyy you fabulous writter! You've had me hooked ever since I first found a post of yours and I don't know if you're taking writing requests but if you are...I'd like to humbly request you to write this idea?🙏

Essentially I think it'd be really cute having a small one-shot of the LU boys in twilights hyrule and them meeting his S/O. His S/O can either be a simple farmer who grew up in the same area or the idea of someone he met on his journey who also had animal turning 'abilities'/features comes to mind so they understand each other more than most. IDK if it's a silly idea or not I just thinks the boys reactions (especially time teasing twilight and such) would be Hella cute! Anyways thanks and keep the good work up! 🫡

- Anon🧋

Yesyesyesyes living out my cottage core dream with mr. cowboy teehee

Twilight was getting giddier by the second as he approached Ordon, and the boys could tell. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying the keep the nervousness at bay, but how could he do that when he was about to see you. His beloved.

"I don't think I have ever seen you this jittery before, Pup. What's wrong?"

Twilight was about to answer him when they hear a loud gasp.

Twilight turns to see you on a tree above them, clad in what seems to be.... his old tunic? You jump down, hopping down branch by branch before landing inches away from Twilight.

"Oh by three- you're home! I missed you so much-"

He shuts you up, by pulling you in for a kiss, months of love and desperation melting onto you.

You had to pull away to avoid creating awkwardness for the others, "Alright, easyyy cowboy. Now why don't you tell me about your lil' friends?"

Time raises an eyebrow at him, clearly interested in your character.

"Oh! I completely forgot t' introduce myself! I'm Y/n, mister hero's partner."

Time nods, holding out a hand to shake.

"I'm Time, a... friend of Link's. We all met on his recent adventure."

You nod, squinting a bit at him, then eyeing the rest of them. You walk around them slightly, eyeing their garb and equipment a bit before nodding back at your boyfriend.

"They're Links too, aren't they?"

Legend jumps slightly at that, "How did you-"

You smile at him, "I gotta good nose."

Twilight shakes his head, chuckling "Alright, lets go back to the village before you start figuring everyone out."

You jog up to him, animatedly waving your hands, rambling about Colin and how good with swordsmanship he's become. Before you could continue rambling, Wind asks, "How'd you two meet?"

You and Twilight pause, looking at each other before responding.

"Oh, y'know, I met him on his quest during the Twilight Era. Stinky do-wait, they know, right?"

"They're too nosy for their own good."

"Right, so. I met him while I was in my alternate form. Fell on top of me from a brittle tree-"

"-Wait, you have a wolf form too?!" Wind exclaims, running up to you.

You snort, this kid's funny.

"Nah, that's hero's spirit and all. It's better if I show ya."

You focus for a moment before you feel the shift, still uncomfortable but so much less painful than the first time it happened, oh so many years ago.

Opening your eyes, you can feel your senses sharpen, everything intensifying tenfold.

"A fucking fox???!?!! Twilight, your wife is so cool."

"Not my wife yet, but thank you."

You walk up to Wind, cooing at him. He hesitantly pets your fur on your head, earning him a soft purr from you.

You walk up to the rest of them, just looking at them. You give a few extra sniffs to the pink-haired one, him smelling like hare.

Shifting back, you walk back to Twilight, your fur coat retreating back into your skin. You give him a peck on the cheek, continuing your way back to the village.

"Y'all coming or what?"

Twilight breaks out of his lovestruck trance, following you. Time walks up to Twilight, muttering to him,

"I can tell you've got a thing for foxy personalities."

"Oh, shut up."

#twilite answers

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imaginethezeldaverse · 10 months

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How the sages react to the food you make for them 🥰

Some TotK spoilers below, please be warned!

Sidon is thoroughly impressed! While he’s quite used to having his meals prepared by his staff, he’s enthusiastic about trying a homecooked meal made by your hands. You purposefully snuck behind him to ask Yona what his favorite thing to eat was - come to find it’s crab! With some finesse you managed to whip up some pretty simple crabcakes, something that had the Zora king staring at them with some consternation. Yet after one bite, you watch the shark-like eyes of your friend light up before he scarfed down the rest of it. “Simply delicious!” he exclaimed, before waving his wife over to try one, “You must share the recipe with my staff members, I’m sure father would enjoy these as well - what a delight!” For Riju and her court, you decided to make something rather special. Often you'd find the ladies of Gerudo town were not particularly privvy of the cultures on the opposite side of Hyrule, where dairy farms and foods on the fattier side were in much more abundance due to preservation from the hot sun being quite a bit easier. Luckily for you with a few white chuchu jellies you had no issue spinning together a fabulous dessert. A little caramelization mixed with a concoction of eggs, sugar and fresh milk from the Hateno dairy made for quite a flavorful egg pudding. Riju was respectful of your space as you baked, though the sugary sweet smell of the caramel left her and her warrior's noses rather curious. At your presentation of the dish, she blinked curiously, "It looks wobbly, is it supposed to be that way?" she asked you, poking at it with the spoon you lent her. She was more confused by your laugh, but decided to try it anyway. Immediately she was hit syrupy caramelized sugar and dense custard, a powerful combination for her sweet tooth. Snatching up another spoon she dipped into the confection, "Buliara! You absolutely must try this!" Unable to deny any request of her Chief, the Gerudo Captain takes a bite, only to be taken aback by how delectable it is before cracking the slightest of smiles in agreement with Riju. The latter of which is digging into the pudding with a squeal, "My warriors would enjoy this tremendously, perhaps you'd be willing to make several more?"

Tulin is completely invested in what you're making. As soon as you told him you had some hearty salmon on the menu (a note that Saki had mentioned to you in passing was one of his favorites), he's flapped away in excitement ever since. You thought at first it would be a little difficult being over the cooking stone with a pre-teen Rito zooming above you (you were admittedly terrified he'd singe a few feathers), but he mostly just watched you from over your shoulder. Skillful hands cleaned and cut the salmon with ease, this not being the first nor the last time you've cooked a good salmon of course. "Oooh, what's that? Did Uncle Yunobo give that to you?" he beams brightly at the jar of Goron spice in your hand that you shook onto the raw fish. You tell him not quite, though it was his suggestion to take some with you as you traveled to give your meals some kick. When the smell of the salmon becomes fragrant, you can hear Tulin’s muffled noises of elation as his giant sapphire eyes seem to nearly sparkle with hunger. You're not even able to get the words 'Okay, dig in!' completely out before he gobbles up his share in a few small bites. "Tulin, mind your manners!" Saki chides him, but you assure her it's fine, you did make sure to make extra after all. "But mom, it's so good!" he chirps before he flutters back over to you, "I can have more, right? Pleeeeease tell me you have more!"

Now for Yunobo, this required some serious instruction and skill. Consulting with Cooke at the Bedrock Bistro was your holy grail and you were very thankful that you were friends with Goron City's mining president to even get the opportunity, because although Cooke was naturally friendly - the man didn't play about his rock roasts. Your endgame: a rock roast flambé seared to perfection. It would take you several attempts to get it right; Cooke reiterated constantly the importance of temperature, wrist work and most importantly: timing. But when you finally had it, you were beyond proud...even if you couldn't eat it. With your fireproof potions at the ready, you got to work searing the slab at magma level degrees, taking care to watch the coloration of the rock and watch for its telltale signs of doneness. Fire roared in Cooke's kitchen (he was nice enough to lend it to you for the evening after you'd successfully seared your first one under his supervision), "Ooooh," mused Yunobo from the granite table out front. Another flame shot out from the kitchen, having him jump back a bit, "H-Hey! Don't burn yourself please!" But you didn't hear him, for within only a few seconds of your final flash sear - you were done. Hot as Death Mountain itself, you had to serve Yunobo his flambé on a steel plate (and with fireproof gauntlets), but it was well worth it to watch the Goron's mouth water in appetence. With his dark blue eyes aglow in thanks he tearfully whimpered out a "Thank...you...!" before cracking right into the rock roast flambé. Incoherent grunts of approval and whines of delight were what you heard from your giant friend, and it put your heart at ease when he had practically picked the thing clean. Moving him for the next few minutes was nigh impossible from him being so full afterward, but the reassuring hand on your head and a satisfied, dreamy sigh of "In...credible!" was all you needed to hear to know Yunobo had thoroughly enjoyed his meal. Bonus: Though Mineru could no longer eat food due to her body being completely mechanical, that did not stop her from sharing a simple recipe that she remembered making for herself and Rauru when they were younger. A simple dish of apples and honey, one that she was able to easily instruct you to recreate. Upon tasting it, you were enthralled at its sweetness - not at all overbearing, but beyond delectable. "I'm glad you like it, it has been some time since I've seen this dish be made...it brings back memories." There's a sadness in her tone that tugs at your heart - so without another word you wrap your arms around her otherworldly frame, thanking her for showing you such a delicious dish.

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talesfrommedinastation · 30 days

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The Knight is Crowned King

“I am saying it is time to put aside the trooper, the CT number, the clone who served under a sergeant in a Republic that no longer exists. It is time for you to become the captain that we– your people –need you to be.”

Tech stood up straight. “Then, if that is the case, Camina, I have a request.”

“Say it.”

“Get me a tattoo gun. Now.”

-Camina Drummer and Tech, Far Past the Ring

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I really can’t thank @cloned-eyes enough for this wonderful piece that they did. She she taki taki!

It is Camina Drummer giving Tech the infamous 'collar' tattoo of The Belt in her presidential office, LDS mural still behind her.

For me, this culminates the spirit of Far Past the Ring, especially for canon characters Camina Drummer and Tech.

The story was initially conceived as a fun little romp for Clone Force 99, where Tech would meet a Belter engineer, they’d chat, maybe have a short romance, and move on with their lives.

This was February 2023.

But after Plan 99 aired a month later…well, we all went a little nuts. I did, too. Blame the Wellbutrin.

Also, blame me taking folklore classes at Berkeley as an undergrad. I decided the short story was going to become something bigger, and Tech was taking center stage.

On that note, I was so angry for Tech.

I was angry for all of his potential as a character, thrown down the mountain on Eriadu.

So, I decided to whip out the ol’ English 251 notes I had from years ago, and chart out Tech’s own Hero’s Journey, through the world of The Expanse meeting the world of Star Wars.

But I did not want Tech merely limping off into the sun into a simple, happy ending. No.

I wanted him to face challenges, fight, win alliances, and be received as the goddamned hero that he is.

To quote Campbell himself from The Hero with a Thousand Faces:

“A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.”

And who better to bestow this mighty power and crown unto Tech then Camina motherfuckin’ Drummer.

If you haven’t seen The Expanse, know that Camina Drummer goes through the Hero’s Journey of Hero’s Journeys herself. She rose from an orphan working the docks on Ceres, to a foot soldier for Anderson Dawes, a director under Fred Johnson, the first commanding officer of the largest vessel in human history (The OPAS Behemoth, later Medina Station), and then, the first president of the Transport Union, arguably the most powerful person in the universe.

It isn't an easy journey: she's shot, beaten, breaks her spine, loses the love of her life, watches loved ones get murdered in front of her, and is abandoned by those who professed to love her.

But Camina Drummer never gives up. She fights to the end to make things right. Girlfriend is rewarded....and now she passes that onto Tech.

After all, Camina’s people, the Belters, adorn themselves through tattoos. They live their lives in space, in the vacuum, where jewelry can be lost, damaged or hurt the owner. So they tattoo.

Years ago, cheap suits were supplied by Inners for Belters under their governance. They demanded Belters to work and extract resources from the Kuiper Belt and other outer planets in order to make them rich. The helmet connections ot the suit would often burn the wearer's neck, as seen below on Anderson Dawes.

In many ways, it is also a symbol of the yoke of slavery, of a chain around one’s neck.

Although younger Belters now wear better vacsuits, they still wear the tattoos to remind them of what their ancestors went through, seen on Naomi Nagata below.

A symbol of pain is now a symbol of what Belters are fighting for–freedom. Which they earn.

So, by getting that tattoo, done by Camina Drummer, the hero and president of the Belt, is our Tech getting crowned.

It’s right after Camina makes him their Chief Systems Engineer as well as a commander. He bled and fought for his chosen people, and he is rewarded as such.

It's him saying I'm here, I'm one of you, and your leader is the one putting it on me.

Oh, and in true fairy tale hero’s journey mode, Tech also gets a beautiful Belter ‘princess’...Sjael Drummer, Camina’s cousin.

Once again, something that originally wasn’t in the cards last year, but I wanted a full Hero’s Journey and I was damned if Tech wasn’t going to get it!

Tagging those that have commented and enjoyed the story: @eyecandyeoz @perfectlywingedcrusade @megmca @skellymom @cdblake1565 @thecoffeelorian @supremechancellorrex @that-salmonberry-punk @autistic-artistech @deezlees @littlefeatherr @nahoney22 @freesia-writes @eelfuneral @yeehawgeek @isthereanechoinhere96 @sued134

#tbb #cloneforce99 #thebadbatch #the bad batch #the expanse #theexpanse #belter #fanfiction #starwarsfanfiction #tech #tbb tech #tech tuesday #clone trooper tech #camina drummer #beltalowda #belter tattoo #tech the bad batch

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formulauno98 · 9 months

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A Birthday to Remember

My first attempt at a one-shot, based on this glorious request from @latte-luxe:

If you can, could you please write a short, but spicy🌶️🌶️🌶️ one shot of a young, crazy, yet loveable 5'2 Maestra who is celebrating her 30th birthday in Monaco, and a certain 6'5 F1 team principal laid eyes on her and knew he just had to have her. 😅😅😅🙏🙏🙏

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Caution may contain spice.

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

THE MORNING

It was Saturday morning and stepping out onto her balcony at the Fairmont Monte Carlo, Fernanda swept her eyes over the spectacular view. It was a pinch yourself to check if you’re dreaming kind of view of sparkling blue waters, peppered every so often with a gleaming white yacht.

“Good morning, birthday girl.” murmured a husky, heavily accented voice from behind her. Before she even had the chance to turn around, a pair of muscular arms swooped around her from behind before coming to rest on her hips, gently squeezing her curves.

“Good morning to you too,” she said, turning around and leaning up to kiss the tall towel-clad Austrian, resting her hand on his bare chest as he pressed himself tightly against her. It was yet another pinch me I’m dreaming moment. If someone had told Fernanda this time yesterday that this was how she would be spending her Saturday morning she would have laughed and called them crazy, but sometimes life could be crazy.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

It was a sunny evening and Fernanda had stood out on the balcony with a glass of wine in her hand, admiring the view whilst waiting for her three best friends to get ready. As a lifelong Formula One lover, a weekend trip to Monaco had been on the cards for a while so when her friends asked where she wanted to go to celebrate her thirtieth birthday it was at the top of the list. Turning the dream into reality was another thing altogether and she still couldn’t believe that the trip had materialised.

Dinner was due to be lowkey as Saturday was going to be the big night out, with dinner plans at Elsa, a Michelin-star establishment, followed by a night on the tiles at Jimmyz, a club frequented by the world of Formula One. Friday night’s restaurant of choice was Song Qi, an upscale Chinese restaurant in Larvotto that had come highly recommended.

“Fernanda, how long is the walk?” A voice called out from the suite.

“About five/ten minutes.” She replied, sighing, as always the mom of the group.

“Medium heels it is then,” her friend Olivia replied.

“We can always get a car,” Fernanda suggested.

“No, let’s conserve the taxi budget for tomorrow night,” Olivia said, stepping out onto the balcony to

accompany her friend, “Laura and Becca are almost ready.”

“Good idea,” Fernanda replied, “You look gorgeous by the way.”

Olivia beamed with the compliment, stepping back to twirl in her pink minidress and sparkling sandals, “I try my best, although I can’t compete with you, my spicy little Salma Hayek twin.”

Fernanda blushed, everyone always compared her to the diminutive Mexican actress and truth be told, it wasn’t the worst comparison in the world. She’d chosen a simple white dress with gold sandals for the evening’s dinner, perhaps a risky move in a restaurant serving noodles but she felt fabulous. Her dark hair was slicked back into an elegant bun and she’d highlighted her tanned skin with golden shimmering oil, a move that always brought the compliments.

It wasn’t long before Laura and Becca also emerged, both looking as beautiful as ever. The four friends had treated themselves to two adjoining suites and opened up the connecting door to create a mega-suite.

“Oh la la, give us a twirl,” said Fernanda, looking her elegant friend up and down as she dutifully spun around.

“Beautiful!” Now it was Laura and Becca’s turn to blush. “Ditto! Shall we get going?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Fernanda agreed, the four of them making their way off of the balcony.

——

Song Qi turned out to be an excellent choice, with the table weighed down with baskets of dim sum and bowls of noodles, crispy beef and endless wontons. The restaurant was decadent but comfortable and as Fernanda sank back into her sumptuous green velvet chair she spotted a strangely familiar face at the table across from them. He was dark-haired, handsome with chiselled features and although he was sat down, tall, as he towered above the two men he was dining with.

It took a moment to realise that it was none other than Toto Wolff, the affable Mercedes Formula One team principal. Although she thought it was only for a moment, Fernanda must have stared for a while as he briefly met her eyes and shot her a charming smile. Smiling back like a fool, her friends whipped their heads around to see who their friend was smiling at, fortunately, Toto not noticing as he had returned to his plate.

“Damn girl, he’s kinda hot, in that old businessman kind of way,” said Olivia, turning back around to face Fernanda.

“Well yes…” Fernanda stuttered, “He’s also one of the team principals in Formula One.”

“Huh?” Asked her three friends blankly, not followers of the sport.

“Kind of like the equivalent of a football manager,” Fernanda explained, “Except he owns some of the team as well.”

“Fancy, well he’s pretty. You should go and talk to him.” Said Laura, all formula one facts going straight over her head.

“Oh my god, no,” Fernanda said, “I’m sure he was just being polite.”

As if on cue, Toto looked up and locked eyes with her once again, his deep brown eyes crinkling. Fernanda gulped, returning his gaze with a smile once again.

Dinner continued, with the girls chatting away as Fernanda every so often met Toto’s eyes across the crowded restaurant. He looked to be in some kind of business meeting as the two men with him were dressed smartly and looked serious while conversing with them.

It wasn’t long before dinner had been cleared and a smiling waiter emerged with a chocolate cake laden down with a sparkler and a golden thirty-number candle, Olivia, Becca and Laura looking at each other mischievously before breaking into a rousing rendition of the Happy Birthday song. Fernanda felt her cheeks reddening as she realised the entire restaurant, including Toto and his business associates had joined in the song. As she blew out the candle, she once again locked eyes with Toto who was grinning away while applauding.

“You guys are the worst,” Fernanda said, half joking as she shook her head at her friends. “But that’s why I love you.”

“Aw, well we had to do something,” said Laura, “It’s not every day you have a big birthday like this and although I still don’t understand why you love your car racing so much, I’m happy that we came here.”

Fernanda smiled at her friends, she was appreciative of them, enabling her desire to walk around the Formula One track and visit the car museum, despite the fact they really weren’t interested. Just as she was musing how ironic it was that she’d seen Toto Wolff, their waiter reappeared with a tray of drinks.

“Oh, I don’t think we ordered those,” said Olivia politely.

“Yes Madame, in fact, the gentlemen over there sent them alongside their birthday wishes.” The waiter replied.

Fernanda’s eyes widened, Toto Wolff had sent her birthday wishes. An interesting turn of events.

“Well, then that’s very nice of them,” said Olivia, as the waiter set them down, “Fernanda, you should go and say thank you!”

“Oh my God, yes, go!” Said Becca, egging her friend on.

Sighing, but also buoyed by her friends’ enthusiasm, Fernanda spoke, “I’m going to go but only to say thank you.”

Her three friends squealing with excitement, Fernanda took an extra sip of her drink for courage before standing up and sauntering over to where Toto and his associates sat. His interest piqued immediately as he noticed her making her way across the restaurant.

“Good evening, sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to say thank you for the drinks, it was very kind of you,” Fernanda said, a little too quickly due to nerves.

“Well, it’s not every day you celebrate a milestone like that.” Replied Toto kindly, standing up to hold out a hand to shake, “I’m Toto by the way, and this is Jean and Sebastian,” he gestured at the older gentlemen he was dining with.

Struck by the almost comical height difference Fernanda looked up at the tall Austrian in front of her as he gripped her hand very tightly, “I’m Fernanda, nice to meet you all.”

The other gentlemen smiled at her politely, wishing her a happy birthday before picking their conversation back up. Toto, however, remained stood up, his eyes raking her curves. “Fernanda?” He asked, “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

Now Fernanda was really blushing, “You’re far too kind.”

“Not at all,” he said, “I hope you do not think this forward but would you like to join me for dinner one evening?”

Fernanda’s eyes widened, floored that this man was asking her out. “I would love to but unfortunately I’m only here until Sunday so I’m not sure if I’ll have time.”

Toto looked disappointed but pressed further, “Well then, how about a drink later this evening?”

Fernanda’s eyes went even wider before she managed to answer, “I’m not sure, it’s a girl's trip and I don’t want to ditch my friends, I really would love to though. Maybe can I get your number and text you once I’ve figured out their plans?”

“Understood,” replied Toto, looking down, gazing into her eyes with an unreadable expression, “It would be my pleasure, give me your phone.”

Fernanda’s eyes lit up as she handed her phone to the tall Austrian in front of her who deftly punched in his contact. “Thank you, I’ll check in with the girls and let you know. I’ll leave you to your dinner for now but I hope to see you later,” she said with a smile.

Toto turned to glance at his dining companions who were still deep in conversation, and dropped closer down to Fernanda’s ear, keeping his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine, “It’s okay, I don’t think they missed me. I hope to see you later too Fernanda.”

Fernanda looked up at Toto with a smile, “I’m sure they did. See you, Toto.” As she turned back towards her table she glanced over her shoulder and saw Toto’s eyes were locked on her as he returned to his seat. He was undeniably hot and as much as she always abided by the golden rule, chicks before dicks, this was special circumstances.

Sitting back down with her friends, they immediately leaned in to get the lowdown.

“What did he say? He didn’t take his eyes off of you!” said Laura excitedly.

“Just wished me a happy birthday… and asked me out,” said Fernanda blushing.

“No way!” exclaimed her three friends in unison.

“You’re going to go right?” said Olivia, looking at her friend in concern.

“I’m not sure.” said Fernanda, “I don’t want to ditch you all for a man but equally he’s hot as fuck and it would only be for an hour or so.”

“An hour or so?” said Becca, raising her eyebrows, “I doubt this, but you should go, make it a memorable birthday!”

Fernanda looked over once again at where Toto sat, he was a striking man, pushing all of his success to one side. “What the hell, I’ll message him now. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Her friends squealed with excitement in unison.

Fernanda grabbed her phone and nervously began typing her message to Toto.

It’s all good for tonight, we’re almost done eating so I’m free whenever you are.

She could see Toto excuse himself and take out his phone, shooting her a grin from across the restaurant before looking down to type a response.

Sure enough, Fernanda’s phone buzzed.

Perfect, so are we. Shall I meet you outside in ten minutes?

Fernanda replied excitedly, still not believing she was texting Toto Wolff of all people.

Sounds like a plan.

——

Fernanda was nervous but excited as she saw Toto and his associates pay their bill and head off, Toto shooting her a wink as he jostled his way out of the restaurant.

Settling their own bill, Fernanda and her friends were close behind and as she exited the restaurant, sure enough, she saw Toto standing outside waiting for her, leaning casually up against a column.

Bidding her friends goodbye, she made her way towards her date for the evening. “Hi,” she said somewhat awkwardly, knowing that her friends were likely watching from where they were ordering a taxi to return them to their hotel.

“Hi,” he said, glancing down at her fondly, “How was your dinner?”

“So good!” she said, “How was yours?”

“It was okay, my dining companions weren’t as lovely as you but I think my evening is improving,” he said with a rakish grin.

Fernanda smiled, “You’re a charmer, Toto. Where were you thinking of heading?”

“I know a place a few streets behind, it’s not so fancy but they have an excellent selection of wine if you like it?”

Knowing that she was already a little tipsy, Fernanda was grateful he’d suggested wine, “Sounds good to me, lead the way, Mr Wolff!”

Toto whipped his head around, “I never told you my surname.”

Feeling she’d made a huge error of judgement, Fernanda stuttered, his dark eyes intimidating her before she decided the best course of action was to fess up, “Well it took me a moment but I recognised you. Guilty as charged.”

Musing quietly, Toto’s expression softened, “So you know a little about me, tell me about yourself.”

As the pair made their way around the twisting streets towards the bar, Fernanda filled Toto in on her background, her career as a teacher and her plans for the weekend.

Soon enough they arrived at their destination, Toto, taking the lead and speaking with the Maitre D’ who promptly led them to a secluded table towards the back of the bar.

Settling down on the chair opposite Toto, Fernanda was suddenly much more nervous.

“You look nervous,” Toto said, his eyes kind.

“Well, this is not how I thought my evening was going to pan out. The ruse is up in that I recognised you so I may as well tell you that we came to Monaco because I love Formula One.” Fernanda blushed furiously as her words tangled into one.

“Relax Fernanda, so you know about formula one?” he said, reaching across the table, taking her hand in his and tracing small circles with his thumb on the back of her hand.

“Well, probably not as much as you.” Fernanda laughed, breaking the tension and gazing into his eyes.

“You’d be surprised,” said Toto shrugging with a smirk. “I just got lucky.”

——

As the evening went on, the pair discussed everything under the sun, the wine helping Fernanda to feel less awkward and forget who she was talking to. Toto was funnier than she expected and she spent half the evening giggling at his stupid remarks. He’d regaled her with stories of his travel adventures, driving mishaps and various other anecdotes, whilst she’d filled him in with her tales of teaching and embarrassing childhood moments. They’d bonded over their love of all things with an engine and time had flown by.

“Ahem.” Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a waiter, “Monsieur, Madame, I am sorry to say that we are closing in ten minutes. Can I take one last order?”

Knowing she was well beyond tipsy, Fernanda shook her head, looking at Toto to check if he was in agreement. Looking somewhat bleary-eyed himself he shook his head as well, “Just the bill please.”

Soon enough the cheque had been settled and Fernanda found herself once again wandering the moonlit streets of Monaco with Toto, this time her hand firmly encased in his.

“Where do you need to go?” Toto asked kindly, “I can drop you back.”

“I’m staying at the Fairmont,” Fernanda replied, not wanting the night to end.

“It’s not so far, are you happy to walk?” he asked, squeezing her hand.

“Sure, it’s just up there,” she replied gesturing at the bend in the road where the hotel was perched, “As long as you can get home okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” said Toto, a dark look in his eye. “Fernanda, when do you leave again?”

“Sunday afternoon,” she said sadly, wishing she was staying for longer.

“Well, you’ll have to come back next year for the Grand Prix,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

“Maybe if I rob a bank!” she said with a chuckle, “One day.”

“I don’t like to boast, but I might know someone who can get you in without having to resort to organised crime,” he said, laughing with a deep rumble.

“Oh really?” Fernanda said, turning to face Toto in the inky moonlight, “Is he nice?”

“Very,” said Toto, dropping Fernanda’s hand and placing his hands on either side of her waist, swaying slightly in his merry state.

Laughing, Fernanda stretched up to look Toto in the eye, “I’ll have to meet this guy, he sounds great.”

At that their lips met, Toto bending down to plant a soft kiss on Fernanda’s lips, their height difference making it slightly a challenge but one that neither party seemed bothered by. As the kiss deepened, Toto began to run his hands down towards Fernanda’s perfectly rounded ass, squeezing gently as he found her curves.

Breaking apart for air, Fernanda glanced around, luckily there was no one in the empty street but she didn’t want to risk being caught making out in the street with a famous face and it being splashed across the tacky tabloids.

“Do you fancy a nightcap at mine?” she asked, looking up at Toto through her fluffy long lashes.

Toto’s eyes lit up, “Well, I have heard the view is nice.”

Fernanda laughed, grabbing Toto’s hand once again and leading him towards the corner entrance to her hotel. As they crossed the lobby she had a sudden panic that her friend Olivia was in their room, and as they made it into the elevator, sent a frantic text knowing her friends would still be awake, waiting for her post-date debrief.

Red alert, I’m bringing him back, please can you vacate?

Sure enough, the replies came back instantaneously.

Oh la la of course birthday girl!

Get it girl!

Knew it!!!!!

Smiling as Toto rested his hand on the small of her back in the elevator, Fernanda looked up at him before he once again swooped down to catch her lips with his.

The elevator dinged before things could get too heated but it didn’t stop Toto wrapping his arm tightly around Fernanda’s waist as the pair stumbled towards her room.

“Here we are,” she said, scrambling to find her keycard in her bag before popping open the door to unveil her suite. Thankfully her friends must have tidied for her as the detritus from getting ready for the evening was nowhere to be seen.

“Nice,” said Toto before bending down once again to continue kissing her, turning her around to face him as she closed the door. Pressing her against the wall with his leg, he continued to deepen the kiss, his hands starting to explore more of her body.

“As soon as I saw you I knew I had to have you,” he said, his lips resting against her ear, his deep Austrian accent rumbling.

Fernanda gulped, she never would have thought it but his voice roused something deep within. Her lips stretching up and finding the crevice of his neck, she replied in a low voice, “Then have me.”

Toto needed no invitation, scooping her up into his arms, he carried her over to the bed, throwing her down before leaning over and continuing to kiss her, his strong arms either side of her, pinning her down.

Emboldened by his eagerness, Fernanda wrapped her legs around his thick torso, pushing herself against him, not surprised to find a growing bulge. As he ground his hips into hers, he started to explore her curves with his large hands, ghosting her breasts and waist and reaching around to caress her ass once again.

Reaching up, Fernanda started to unbutton Toto’s shirt, exposing a surprisingly muscular frame. Impatient, he leaned up and divested himself of the shirt as well as the rest of his clothes, leaving him in nothing but boxers. Fernanda couldn’t help but smile at the view that greeted her as he once again lunged down to kiss her, this time, his hands making quick work of pulling her dress off, leaving her exposed in nothing but her lingerie and heels.

“You are ridiculous,” he said, his eyes hungry with desire, gazing into her eyes and gently kissing her neck.

“I could say the same about you,” replied Fernanda breathily, her back arching in pleasure as Toto kissed his way along her neck and across her collarbone.

Melting into each other’s arms, Fernanda began to grind back against his now prominent hardness, feeling herself getting more turned on by the second.

“Toto?” she asked, gasping for air, “Will you fuck me?”

Toto’s eyes lit up, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Smiling at each other, Toto reached down to unhook Fernanda’s bra, releasing her pert breasts, “Fuck, Fernanda.” he said, lifting his head to marvel at them, “Even better than I imagined.”

Fernanda blushed at his words, not used to such attention. Growing impatient she ghosted her hands down Toto’s abs, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re an impatient little thing aren’t you?” he said, leaning back suddenly and hooking his arms underneath Fernanda’s legs, gripping her thighs and bringing her closer. “I want to taste you first.”

Gulping Fernanda leant back, allowing Toto to bring his mouth to where she needed it most. As his tongue lapped gently, he brought his hand along and began to stroke her clit, slowly but sensually.

It wasn’t long before Fernanda was writhing in pleasure, tugging Toto’s dark locks as he pumped a finger in and out, continuing to expertly lick.

“Toto, I want you in me,” she said, seeing stars as she was so close.

Pausing his ministrations, Toto was more than happy to oblige, kissing his way back up her torso as he replied, “I want to do everything with you.”

At that, Fernanda melted, the evening had turned into one that was beyond her wildest dreams. As Toto swiftly undressed them both, she gazed into his intense chocolate eyes as he began to line himself up, unsurprisingly intimidatingly big.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he pushed in, slowly but surely. Gasping, Fernanda shifted as she adjusted to his size. True to his word, he took it easy and entered her tantalisingly slowly, an inch at a time.

“Fuck, Toto.” she said breathily, “You’re so big.”

Smiling, he pulled back out before pushing in once more, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Not at all, it feels good,” she said, feeling pleasantly stretched in places she’d never felt before.

“Good.” he said with a grin as he began to thrust in and out lazily, continuing to kiss her.

It wasn’t long before they were a tangled mess of arms and legs, both nearing completion. “Fuck, Toto, I am so close.” said Fernanda, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Close isn’t good enough,” said Toto, smirking as he reached down and found her clit once again, his thumb circling gently as he continued to push in and out, speeding up.

“That feels so go…” Fernanda couldn’t even finish her sentence as Toto hit the sweet spot with expert precision.

“Fernanda…” was all Toto managed as he thrust in and out a few more times, chasing his own high before collapsing on top of Fernanda.

“Ooff.” said Fernanda, crushed by the weight of the muscular man on top of her.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, flashing her a shy grin as he rolled off to lie beside her.

“Well… that was not how I expected my birthday to turn out.” said Fernanda, feeling like she was in a dream.

Toto laughed, stretching a strong arm across her stomach to pull her in for a cuddle. “There’s still a few hours of your birthday left.”

Fernanda’s eyes widened once more. This was certainly a birthday to remember.

#toto wolff fanfic

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boldlyspeedydreamerreturns · 5 months

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this is a very silly request but could you write a Helluva one shot about the characters decorating for a party only for Blitzo, Fizzaroli and Stolas to all get distracted by inhaling helium balloons and joking around together with squeaky helium voices?

feel free to add any other characters you want like Ozzie or Loona for example

Aww, this is silly, but yes, I can do it. 👍

At Asmodeus' palace, Blitz and Stolas are running around with Fizz trying to get everything set up quickly. Fizz smiles at the two.

"Thanks for helping me put together Ozzie's surprise birthday party. He always makes a fuss that he's too old to celebrate his birthday, but I love to spoil him."

*Stolas and Blitz both nod.*

"It was our pleasure, dear Fizzarolli. Asmodeus is a good friend, of course we were happy to assist."

"Yeah, plus you went all out on dinner. Who knew big Ozz had such a thing for comfort food?"

Fizz grabbed the helium tank and started blowing up more balloons. He then got an idea and chuckled to himself. He got Blitz's attention.

"Hey Blitz, remember this?"

He took a puff of the helium.

"Howdy boys and girls. It's time for the clown parade!"

Blitz burst out laughing. Fizz started marching in a circle, singing in the high pitched helium voice.

"Yes today, yes today, yes today is the clown parade. Grab your shoes, grab your nose, grab your friends and here we go~!"

The two couldn't stop laughing, falling over themselves as they almost couldn't breathe anymore. Stolas watched them curiously for a minute.

"Is this...a reference to something? I'm afraid I don't get the joke."

Blitz stopped laughing just enough to talk.

"Growing up in the circus, to drum up business my dad would make all of us walk around town in a "clown parade" it was so stupid. He would suck in a bunch of helium and sing that damn song."

He started laughing harder again, which made Stolas laugh too. Fizz took another hit of the helium.

"Blitzo, how many times do I have to tell you, don't throw too much confetti. That shit ain't cheap ya know!"

They all started laughing harder, not even noticing that Asmodeus had returned. He watched the trio amused. He looked around and saw the mostly finished party, as well as the fabulous dinner.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Fizz, Blitz, and Stolas all jumped when Ozzie spoke. Fizz grinned and jumped into his boyfriend's arms.

"Ozz, you're home early! Happy birthday, babe."

Asmodeus couldn't help a chuckle as Fizz still had the high voice. They kissed, then he smiled at Stolas and Blitz.

"Did you two help him with this silly plan?'

Stolas nodded happily while Blitz was still trying to compose himself from laughing so hard.

"Indeed we did. Fizzarolli asked us to assist in getting your party set up. Surprise! Happy birthday, Asmodeus."

Ozzie felt a swell in his heart. His boyfriend, and his two newest friends all coming together to give him a surprise like this.

"Thank you, Stolas. Now, let's eat before the food gets cold. I see some baked mac and cheese that's calling my name."

The four all sat down at the table, enjoying the small feast that was before them. Once dinner was finished Ozzie enjoyed opening his gifts and chatting with everyone. It was a nice evening. Nothing big or extravagant. Just a simple, fun time with people he cared for. A while later Stolas and Blitz both left, leaving Ozz and Fizz alone.

"This was perfect, froggie. Thank you. I love you so much."

Fizz nuzzled Ozzie and kissed him tenderly.

"The night's not over yet. You still have one more gift. But it's in the bedroom."

Asmodeus had a good idea of what this gift is. He took Fizz into his arms and started towards their room. The night was just beginning for them.

#helluva boss #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva blitzo #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss stolas #helluva asmodeus #fizzarozzie #fizzmodeus #anon answered #oneshot #fanfic

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anystalker707 · 11 months

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When we kill all our friends

Pairing: Party Poison x [gender neutral] Reader Word count: ~ 3 900 Genre: Angst / Comfort Summary: It's been bitter years since anyone saw the Fabulous Four, but it seems like Party Poison is inviting you to deal with them again.

Requested by anon ["can i request some angst/comfort for Gerard? just looking for that type of comfort run"]

MASTERLIST

No one ever promised it would be easy and, with a simple look, it was clear things weren’t easy either way. What were you supposed to feel when the life expectancy was reduced to shreds and even fucking robots fought for better living conditions? Life wasn’t about worrying about studying, starting a family, having fun with friends like it seemed to show on the old magazines you’d find—it was still hard to believe people would be around buying cars just for whims, having more houses than necessary and living monotonous lives—which didn’t date to long ago, horrifyingly.

Life now was guided by the youth. The damn kids, teens and young adults running around and trying to fix the future with their own hands before the industry shot them down like a plague. It was about living to the max while you still ran around the desert on your own feet. Seeing people of yours fall repeatedly.

You sighed as you took off your boots and threw them somewhere near the wardrobe, then sat on the bed. A shaky breath escaped your lips at the same time the bed creaked, absurdly loud. The place was more welcoming before, always with the sound of the other killjoys fucking around and with random stuff enough so it wouldn’t have that annoying echo. Whatever.

An itch made you rub the back of your hand against your cheek, and the unexpected sticky texture made you cringe. If you’d known the blood had gotten that far, you’d have cleaned it before it got that sticky because wasting water to clean some stupid Drac’s blood is a stupid luxury.

You decided to leave that aside for now since the tiredness already clung to your muscles, and collapsed back to the bed, observing the little polaroids taped to the wall beside the bed. Looking at those was like a relief. Gas. Motivation to keep going. Like a fighter being encouraged by their manager in between rounds. One of the pictures had the five of you and the Girl, trying to pose like families in the old magazines you would find, something that didn’t work quite well. Another had Jet fixing Trans Am. The next one had Kobra posing next to his bike with the Girl. Party on the diner’s roof. You painting. You and Jet working on Trans AM. Sleepovers. Party and you—

Knock knock knock.

Who could that fucking be? Already short before the sun sets and the Scarecrows were out? Low complaints escaped your lips as you walked to the door and it was a surprise to see Val fucking Velocity there, with his mates behind him.

“What do you want?” You leaned against the doorway with crossed arms and yawned. Val had that stupid flaming red hair and messy clothes as if he just walked out of a clasp with an Exterminator.

Val growled angrily and looked at you from behind that mask as if looks could kill, hands clenched into fists. “I want that friend of yours to stay out of the way! They keep thinking they got the strength of a thousand men just to ruin the whole battle and run off as if nothing happened!” His voice was sharp as he shouted in your face, arms moving around according to his words, and it was almost the same as... Well, not gonna comment on that. The red hair was enough. That new generation of killjoys didn’t even seem new at all.

You raised an eyebrow. “Friend? Look, I don’t even—”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” He clicked his tongue and looked away. “Look, if they ruin another clasp, I’m killing them on sight! I don’t care if they’re like a legend or something, it’ll be like dusting off an old dog! It’s no use if they don’t help at all! Get it?”

You rolled your eyes with a sharp exhale. “First of all, I’m the one dusting you if you come here the next time to yell at my face like that! You’re gonna leave this zone not even remembering your own name! You hear me? Who do you think you are? How did you even find me?”

Val was the one to roll eyes this time, giving your words as much credit as to those random ‘joys from around the desert who preach about the return of a god, already on his way back to his bike with his friends, who seem as happy as him. “How did I find you? Easy thing if you’re not a fool! Y’know what they say, (k/n)! You can sleep in a coffin, but the past ain’t through with you!”

And they rode off, leaving you with the silence and the setting sun. Right. How far did the info that you were still in the diner despite it being partially destroyed spread around? It better not have fallen in the wrong hands. Either way, you had a bigger problem at the moment.

“(K/n), my kid! What brings you here?” Dr. D greeted you with that same smile from always, wheeling to the cooler to grab you your favorite soda. You caught it when he tossed the can. “Wanna make an announcement again?”

“Ah, no!” You shook your head and took off your jacket with a relieved sigh, tossing it on the couch. The heat out there was especially harsh today. Or maybe the anxiety buzzing under your skin was getting the best of you, so the cold drink Dr. D offered you was the best thing ever. Just feeling the cold can in your palm through the fingerless leather gloves was already pleasing. “I am here to look for something! Or someone, better say!”

“Someone?”

A sigh escaped your lips and you nodded, opening the can carefully so you won’t waste a drop. “Have you heard anything about Poison?”

Dr. D furrowed his eyebrows and you could sense the perplexed gaze from under those dark sunglasses. He swallowed and cleaned his throat. Oh, how you hated going through that. “Poison?” His voice was almost like he was saying a secret. “As in Part—”

“Yeah, them!” You nodded and took a gulp of the cold drink, feeling it go down your throat, cold and refreshing. Almost painful. “Heard about their whereabouts?”

He sighed and moved over to his table, where all his radio stuff was, and went through some papers. “Something happened?”

“That bastard’s slandering my name, I think. Some weeks ago, Chow Mein didn’t let me buy anything because, apparently, some person was using my name when getting stuff and only one person knows my dealings with Chow!” You clicked your tongue, leaning back against the wall. “I also received a note about a debt that isn’t mine. Yesterday, Val Velocity showed up threatening me because of them. I might need to have a word with them.”

That was so off. Party usually didn’t want anything to do with you, but now, it was like they were sending you invitations to go after them. It had been some bitter years since you’d seen their face.

Dr. D cleaned his throat as he wheeled back to you, still with that odd vibe. “There’s not much, kid. They didn’t just disappear to you. I suspect they’re just going by a different name now, though. You might want to check this out.”

The paper had messy handwriting on it. Hopeless Deathwish — Zone 2, Route Bella Muerte, Mile 74. “Hopeless Deathwish,” you mumbled the words. They didn’t feel strange, but you couldn’t quite grasp what they related to.

Whatever that place was, it was in a dangerous Zone that you didn’t risk going to unless you really needed it. As much as you were a potency in the desert, you weren’t more than one. You could handle a few Dracs or an Exterminator, but not both at once, so the idea of facing whoever Hopeless Deathwish was sat in the back of your mind until you randomly remembered it when crossing Zone 2 on your way to Battery city. Maybe you’d make a stop on the way back.

BLI had a specific criteria regarding how to deal with killjoys that entered the city. They’d just spend their energy actually chasing you if you’d bring them some sort of reward in the population’s eyes. Being there was dangerous for you only if they actually knew you were you because, fuck, can you imagine? (K/n) from the past generation of killjoys, now down, only one to go—all over electronic billboards and newspapers. The changes that happened through the years guaranteed you a disguise that was enough to walk through the streets of Battery City unless you faced a dedicated Exterminator.

You sighed as you hopped off your bike and looked around. The city was still full of robots begging for out-of-line parts or preaching about the robot you saw dead in the middle of the desert. It wasn’t much of a new thing anymore and you’d already grown thick skin not to care about stuff you couldn’t change directly.

Wednesday afternoons were never really agitated. People and droids were on their jobs or studying, so it was pretty calm to go around avoiding the occasional Dracs that guaranteed the public peace. Usually, the city had a lot more shadows than the desert, so it was somewhat nicer to walk around; your jacket didn’t make you peel off your skin. There were even air conditioners. Not to mention how Battery city had a particularly heavier vibe today with the slightly colder wind rushing through the city announcing an oncoming acid rain that would, for sure, only hit the city before it extinguished. Hopefully you’d enjoy a little bit of the rain.

The store that you walked in had an air-conditioner, in fact, causing the temperature to change pleasingly when you walk past the door and under the fanning, cold air. A lingering perfume among the characteristic smell of new plastic hovers in the air, and you wonder if the shop just received a new shipment of robotic parts. Hopefully, they did, and also the exact ones that you need. Glass counters and displays show the pieces and parts with price tags, only a preview of what you may find in all of the isles further in the white place, divided in areas destined for used and also brand new pieces. People’s soft talking falls incoherent under the ambient music playing from the speakers on the white roofs.

“Good afternoon!” A person shows up out of random with a smile and white clothes contrasting to the store’s logo printed on the chest pocket. “What would you be looking for today?”

“Um, hey.” You sighed, finally tearing your gaze away from all the displays. “I need these.”

Everything was listed on the paper you gave them. Their motions were almost robotic as they read it all, and you wondered what generation of droid that was—probably an older one, even if they didn’t seem any older than 25 years old. “Follow me!”

You ended up with a basket full of goods more expensive than you imagined. Seemed like you wouldn’t be able to take all of it, but... what if? Dismissing the droid that helped you out with a few ‘thank you’s, you waited in the line to check out. Everyone was busy, right? You grabbed some of the smallest droid pieces in your palm, pretending to look around as you slipped it in your pocket and— The droid from the other line was... watching you... Well, it was just a packer, maybe they wouldn’t do anything, right? Right?

Gulping, you walked ahead on the line, but froze when you saw the cashier look at you. Despite the sweet smile, there was something that didn’t sit right. The packer from the other line still looked at you. The packer from your line looked at you. The other cashier looked at you.

Well fuck.

You just pocketed everything you could and took your gun in hand before you started sprinting out of the shop, ignoring the screams of the civilians. Droids weren’t running after you, and you hated knowing that was because they simply didn’t need to. Curses escaped your lips under your breath while you ran down the streets and hoped not to run into any Drac at least until you reached your bike. The wind was colder now. Some pieces dropped and hit the concrete with a metallic sound, but the most important ones were in the bottom of the pockets, so it wasn’t exactly important holding them while you ran.

Just a little more and you’d get to your bike, just another turn and— Fucking Korse— Wait, Korse? With a couple Dracs behind him?

Your eyes almost jump out when you run into the Scarecrow who you thought to be dead already—did they replace him with a droid as well or something? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to find out, immediately turning on your heels to try and run around the block, but there were fucking five Dracs closing the other side of the street. Fuck off, that wasn’t going to be easy.

The gun aimed at the Dracs, shooting down one of them before the shots started coming from behind and you had to try to hide behind a billboard near the bus stop could so you could focus on only one side first, but it didn’t exactly seem helpful because the distance between you and them didn’t give you time enough.

No, it was impossible that you’d die there. For such a damn stupid reason. They must’ve noticed you were you already since they even sent Korse in a way-too-well-thought trap because they knew where you’d head to, they knew where your bike was. Goddamnit. Your hands shook as you pressed the trigger more and more, fruitlessly trying to take the Drac’s down with a failing aim. Your end was—

“You’re still alive, egghead? Damn, what a shame, I really thought I’d been the one to kill yah!” A voice said before one of the Dracs that followed Korse dropped to the ground with a shot on their back, and Korse turned around with wide eyes. You widened your eyes too because you remembered that voice quite well, you’d recognize it even in a thousand years. Its owner, on the other hand, seemed not to care as they kept shooting at Korse and you used the distraction to deal with the other Dracs and you could run away while you could, but you decided to stand there to get at least a glimpse of them.

Korse received a kick on his side before someone ran off and you furrowed your eyebrows, almost gasping. Black hair, really? Black clothes, only? Some drops of rain already started to stain the ground by the moment you started to run after them, gun in hand and glancing back to make sure Korse wasn’t making you guys company.

No way they didn’t know you were following. It was as if they dared you to stop because the direction was opposite to your bike, after all. You didn’t mean to stop. Your chance was right there.

All the running already had your lungs aching, but it didn’t stop you from trying to fill them to the max and scream as hard as you could.

“POISON!”

Rain announced itself in a loud sound of thick, strong drops hitting against the roofs of the buildings nearby until it was there, enveloping the two of you coldly.

“POISON!” You screamed again and then once more, fighting against how muffled your voice sounded as the rain soaked the ground and you as well, resounding loudly and muffling any other sound. Your muscles ached already, burning as they threatened to give up under each hard step, but the sight of a car in the distance made you run even faster. When you reached them, you couldn’t stop in time, hence you ended up pressing them to the car by tripping over your feet, but that didn’t discourage you.

You make them turn around, holding onto their collar as you gaze into eyes that seem so familiar yet so strange at the same time, your gun falling to the ground now, carelessly. It’s the same face that you know from all those years, but now framed by soaked black hair that feels so off and new scars kissed by the rain that justify one of their eyes that lost its hazel color to a whitish one.

“Why?!” You could feel yourself screaming without meaning to. “After all this time! Why?!”

Party looked at you, blinking a couple of times, then turned their face away while trying to push your hands off them. “Not now!”

Fire seems to burn in your body despite the ice-cold rain that falls, making your clothes and hair cling to your skin and ruin a great part of the stuff you have in your pockets. “If not now, then when, you bastard? I—”

“Stop right there!” Korse stood there again, making you two curse while looking at him and the scene was way too familiar.

A rainy night. Fallen killjoys. Your heart felt as if it could rip out of your chest just by how strong it was beating.

“No!” You screamed, feeling fire burn in your veins again as you let go of Party to face him bare-fisted, sending him down with a single punch despite the gun that pointed at you. “You will not take me alive, you hear me?” The rain was still deafening, muffling whatever Party told you as you pinned Korse to the ground so you could punch him more. “You took them, but not me! I’m still here!” The screams were guttural, with little regard to how your vocal cords or your knuckles with the punches that hit his face and you wondered more about Korse’s robotic nature seeing no blood, but there was no time to conclude anything before you were being dragged back.

“You’re still the fucking same! Insane!” Party complained as they dragged you until they were able to throw you in the car. “We need to leave! I’m sure you don’t need to die here!” They closed the door to the car and rushed over to the other side, grumbling as they started Trans AM as fast as they could and speeded out of the place with screeching tires.

It felt so silent inside the car. The raindrops hit the windows and roof in muffled tapping sounds while the engine hummed under you, something that was quite luring and calming, opposing the feelings that bubbled in your veins. Your lungs still screamed for air as you sat there, replaying the recent events in your mind, hands aching. In the end, your bike was being left behind—your bike, originally Kobra’s—, probably to be stolen by a robot or taken by the Industry. You looked at the streets in front of you before your gaze averted to Party. It was like seeing the same painting from years ago with a frame that didn’t match it at all.

“...Why are you here?” You asked, shaking your head lightly. “After all those years—”

“Wrong place, wrong timing.” Party sighed, eyes on the road and knuckles going white around the steering wheel.

“That’s not it!” You sighed. “You left without saying anything! No reason to leave, and now you had no reason to come back! Sending me those stupid little hints! What’s happening? Why did you even leave, in the first point? We needed each other more than ever, at that time! Then you’re back as if nothing happened? You know, we—”

“I KILLED THEM!” Party screamed in response. “How was I going to live there, in the place we lived, with you, bearing the guilt that I KILLED MY FRIENDS?! All my friends?! It was the last straw when they got the Girl! Are we going to have a funeral forever? Fucking live already! Forget it, go party, I don’t know!” Their screams were also gutural, pained like yours, with the same tinge of pain. “What was there left to do? Sit and cry with you?”

“Does being there for each other mean nothing?” You screamed, your heart pumping stronger, almost burning as you were even more surprised with their thoughts. If they had run away to deal with themself, that’d be okay, but running away because of that? “How can you be that selfish? What do you think that Jet would’ve—”

“JET IS DEAD! DEAD!” Party screamed again. “And I killed him when I got us in that goddamn trap! Sent him and Kobra to fuckin’ die! It doesn’t matter anymore what he would’ve thought!”

The words brought back a memory. You had warned Party that night, but no, it was just you being annoying because “what do you mean we don’t need to consider sacrificing ourselves in every confrontation? It’s always decisive” and before anyone could do anything, the news were spreading across the desert already, talking about how “Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid got dusted, ghosted out on Route Guano”.

All of that made you want to take Party’s hand and tug it down so maybe you’d just crash down a hill and die because it would be easier that way.

“You did not kill them! Are you crazy?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Did you force them to go there or anything?! Jet always had more brains than you, you idiot! He would have convinced you to give up on that if he wanted to! Everyone was just playing around and pretending you were the mighty leader because everyone liked you too much, maybe just Ghoul believed that!”

“Then it makes me the one to kill Ghoul!”

“Oh, yeah!” You rolled your eyes and laughed bitterly. Your throat ached and your face felt hot, maybe not just wet because of the rain anymore. “Because you were the one who told him to sacrifice himself while everyone else screamed at him to stop, right?! The one who forced him to be killed while everyone watched! Why do you want to have killed them so bad?!”

You kept screaming while the memories felt livid, as if all of that had happened just minutes ago instead of years. Your hands gripped onto Party’s, finally, not caring whether you could die or not, resulting in a small wrestling between the two until they finally managed to stop the discontrolled car and fight you back. It wasn’t enough because your anger and the way you knew them too well made it hard to fight you back and then, after he opened the car’s door in an attempt to get away, you two were rolling around on the desert’s sand.

Nails ran against skin, pierced and burned; elbows and knees hit here and there, causing sharp pains, but none of you bothered about it. At least the pain would make you feel something.

Your chest shuddered as the groans of anger turned into sobs of sadness and you were openly crying, not even able to properly see what was going on with Party. It was so cold—the wind of the night already starting to fall on the desert hitting against your soaked clothes and sending shivers down your body—, and the only warm thing there was Party’s lips pressed against yours.

“I’m sorry,” they whispered, also crying, then gave you another kiss, a gentle one. “‘M so sorry...”

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creeps-and-pasta · 1 year

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He wants fabulous,

That is his simple request,

All things fabulous,

Bigger and better and best

#creepypasta #my posts #laughing jack #creepypasta art #drag queen LJ for the win #we need more femme LJ. It is more necessary than water air etc #this art is rly similar to another art piece i made a few years ago #the old art isnt bad but LJ's face is missing makeup and he looks so pale and underdone

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jwirecs · 2 years

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Recommended NCT Fics of September 2022💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of september! hopefully these beautiful stories will have more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Dream Boy || @jiivoc💕💔✅

↳ Perfection - there is no other word to describe him. He is the dream boy, the one that everyone falls for or at least has a soft spot for; he can possibly get anyone in the whole world to fall for him. Knowing him since highschool and being his best friend, you’ve tried your best to control your feelings for him After all, how could you possibly pursue your dream of love with Ten Lee?

Faster || @markresonates🔞💕💔✅

↳ you catch a ride to a party with Haechan after your date stands you up, but eventually ditch when drama ensues

Fooled Around and Fell in Love || @hyucks-rose 🔞💕💔✅

↳ donghyuck has really, really, really fucked up this time. when you asked him if he wanted to hook up and take the edge off of preparing for the upcoming recital, he jumped at the offer. but he’s slowly falling in love with you, you’re in his dance department so if it ends ugly, you’re unavoidable—and he may or may not be getting possessive when he sees other men flirting with you.

Im Her Boyfriend || @justwinwin💕✅💯

↳ You garner unwanted attention from the waiter, and with obvious discomfort, Yuta steps in to protect you.

My Favorite Movie || @jiivoc💕✅

↳ Late in the night you are watching a movie generalized in romance and your roommate returns back to the shared apartment. Upon greeting your tired roommate, there was a sudden confession shared between the two of you.

Next To You || @justwritedreams💕✅💯

↳ Request: I wanted to ask if you could do something that includes Jeno being jealous…I don’t know something like jealous bestfriend Jeno being super jealous because a dream member (or nct in general) is being too touchy or too close to you…him being “possesive”… Idk other details I left to your fabulous imagination.

Peach || @milfgyuu 🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Every summer since college you’ve spent a week down at the beach house with your closest friends. However, this time around there are a few less attendees, you’re in a self-inflicted complicated relationship, one of your exes shows up out of the blue hoping to redeem himself, and everything is so far out of the realm of expectation you might just need a vacation to recoup from the vacation.

Tell Me Everything || @daegall💕💔✅

↳ Best friends are supposed to tell each other everything, but Donghyuck isn't all that sure if he can tell you about his feelings. (He obviously also doesn't know that you have a big fat crush on him too)

To Burn || @kjmsupremacist💕💔🔄

↳ You meet Johnny, star player on the men’s volleyball team, vice president of his frat, and school heartthrob, and try to pretend that you’re not interested in the slightest. Because he’s definitely, totally not your type. Right?

I Hope You Eat Dirt || @doderyscoffee💕💔✅💯

↳ despite being a soccer player, chenle doesn’t understand the appeal of running laps. he also doesn’t see the appeal of the new runner, who makes everyone else eat dirt. but after she outruns him in gym class, chenle is determined to put her back in her place.

10 Things I Love About You || @neowinestainedress 🔞💕✅💯

↳ She feels like Jeno’s only dating her for sex, and he proves to her how much he loves her by telling her ten of the things he loves about her the most (spoiler: they are more than ten).

Safety First || @daegall💕✅💯

↳ (love me some blurbs from this wonderful author)

New Rules || @jenozzen🔞💔✅💯

↳ in order to heal from a breakup, the rules are simple (or so it seems), all you got to do is follow them. that’s the only way you’ll get over the boys who broke your heart.

Rockland || @donkey-hyuck💔✅💯💯

↳ in which these sorrowful feelings hit you both harder than you had initially thought. (i fcking love their rupture series. like lord heavens)

Heartsigh || @lovedhyuck💔✅💯💯💯

↳ everyone was in love with huang renjun, right? the student council prez with perfect grades that every parent would kill to have as a son-in-law. but not nana, and she had a good reason. but would she change her mind after a drunken dare that she’d stupidly agreed to? or would it end terribly? (i dont have a certain tag for this, but i swear i shed tears while i read this)

His || @lemon-boy-stan 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ taeyong has been in love with the reader ever since kindergarten, but recently, the reader has been infatuated with someone else - his close friend johnny, who is known throughout the school as a notorious fuckboy. taeyong doesn’t believe johnny deserves you, and makes his views clear. is there more to his steeliness? or is he just being an asshole?

No Matter What || @sungbeam 💕💔✅

↳ Request: DUCKIE !! I ZOOMED WHEN I SAW YOUR REQS ARE OPEN !! i am so in love with your works i stopped my 3 am crying sesh for this ( kinda tmi but that’s ok … ! )anyway! i’d like some … badboy!huang renjun + “who did this to you?!” trope wherein reader is a mess from some mean bullies at school for dating the popular huang renjun >:( + hurt/comfort !i know the prompt isn’t in your prompt list and you can totally ignore me if you don’t take anything from your prompt lists :__DI WISH YOU’RE DOING WELL DUCKIE !!! I LOFE U SO MUCH !! ><

Saturday Drip || @neopuppy🔞✅

↳ “Can you believe while we were sitting swamp ass in misery— Jaemin was fucking my favorite cam girl?!” Jeno blurts out before his roommate can recall the actual events that took place. (i do not have an a/b/o au tag BUT LORD)

Uncertainties || @justwinwin 💕💔✅💯

↳ Fighting was becoming a constant in your relationship, and Yuta couldn’t handle it anymore.

You Cant Have Me...Unless? || @justalildumpling💕💔✅

↳ after getting ghosted by your crush in high school, you swore off dating at university, earning yourself the title of ‘the unattainable’. after 3 years you were convinced that there would be no way the two of you would ever cross paths ever again. well, that was until he announced that he was your boyfriend at a party.

Wrong Place, Right Time || @mingiswow 💕💔✅💯

↳ you worked really hard for that, and you finally were accepted as an exchange student at Neo Culture Institute of Technology. But, for some reason, the system crashed and put you into an all-boys dorm.

Forever Until The End || @justwritedreams💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Request: hello!! can i please request a jeno x reader x jaemin love triangle wherein reader is jaemin’s soulmate but then reader likes jeno? you can choose who reader ends up with hehe thank you so much i absolutely admire your work!!! <3<3 (i am so weak when it comes to angst)

Lost In Japan || @orenjae💕✅💯💯

↳ (the fic title says it all and i love it)

The Miss That Missed Steps || @dropsofletters💕💔✅

↳ dong sicheng once had women shouting his name at the top of his lungs as they tossed their shirts on stage. now, if anyone were ever to compare him to the drummer he used to be, they’d laugh at his face. he spends his days folding clothes and making sure people don’t make too much noise around the hotel his uncle owns. the same man that told him music would never work.

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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I am back once more for a 2012 donnie x reader request... your writing is fabulous.

Ok what about a non mutated fem!reader thats super catlike? I need comfort for my weird quirks lmao

I'm a pretty quiet person so I scare a looot of people but simple appearing behind them EVEN WHEN I TRY TO BE LOUD THEY NEVER NOTICE I honestly don't like scaring people but it just happens

I also am very physically affectionate with only a few (lets be real its only one person it'd only be Donnie lol) people to the point where its noticeable. Like I could be holding hands and doing that Inuit kiss thing because its pure instinct at this this point (LET ME TELL YOU I SCREAMED WHEN THAT CAME UP IN MY OTHER REQUEST) and then with others I will do everything in my power to avoid physical contact (and eye contact lol) with anybody else. Also love bites are a thing? I thought I was just weird but no just neurodivergent.

Idk why I'm like this but I am and I've been bullied for it (ಥ︿ಥ)

If you dont want to do it that fine please ignore lol

Hello again! ty for your request and I'm sorry it took a minute! here it is!

Donnie x cat like Reader

Very much finds it endearing whenever your behavior is especially cat like because you're just Like That™

Internally questions if you somehow got mutated but only a little bit because you're behavior is odd but cute to him

Before y'all got together he was a little thrown off by your physical touch preferences, only letting like 2 people actually touch you without hissing or yanking yourself away, but now he is honored to be one of the only people you let touch you without asking

adores when you randomly snuggle up to him during projects and stuff

he can be sitting there for hours working on who knows what and he won't bat an eye when you sit down next to his chair and lean your back against his leg

he'll give up the use of his right hand to hold yours though and it draws him out of his tunnel vision when he realizes he needs that hand to hold his work steady

he definitely loves doing movie nights with you! cuddling and watching something while everyone else is alseep (local insomniac/nocturnal duo) and just turning occasionally to give you butterfly kisses or cuddle for a bit

that's all I can think of for now! thank you so much again for the request!!

#tmnt x reader #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #gender neutral s/o

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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𝐢𝐯𝐲 | 𝐧.𝐫.

request by anon: im once again asking for 1800s natasha jealous of reader’s husband based on ivy by ms swift (anything for dr swift!)

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader (based on a late 1800s)

summary: you were natasha’s poison and the fact that the man you ‘love’ has you completely, it questions her on why can’t she have you instead?

warnings: none but fluffiness (i think) and a tinge of smut but it’s not too descriptive, like not at all.

author’s note: thank you for requesting this! i hope this is what you wanted and i really tried my best to make it accurate as possible *crying* but anyways, enjoy!

word count: 2.1k

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Natalia, known as Natalia, was in love with you. It was hard to dispose of it, rather feeling this way for a woman is a sinful matter that she cannot get away with. And she presumably thinks that she could be a better husband than Alexis was.

Alexis Knightly was never home, rarely home in all honesty. You weren’t thinking well enough to see the reason why you were going to marry the wealthiest man in town, and yet here you are, waiting for him to come home – which is most likely not to happen. You sat by the window with a holder of your cigarette that was in between your lips, inhaling slightly to feel the smoke coming through your throat tightly.

“Lady Knightly, I do think he’s not–”

You cut the maid off, politely as you can, “I’d rather not hear your significance.”

The maid laughs nervously, afraid enough to say something more, and excused herself, apologizing. You nodded and waited for the door to be closed so that you could let out the tears that were in your eyes for too long. You sobbed until it was late evening and drifted off to sleep, trying to forget the mist of your love for a man who never came home.

The next morning, you were told that Lady Romanoff was going to visit you briefly. She was a good friend of yours, your companion before Alexis; on a friendly matter. You wore a simple beige dress that was the length all the way up to your breasts that took hold comfortably. You were supposed to get another cigarette, but you heard your maid saying, “Lady Romanoff is here. Shall I bring her to your room?”

“That would be delightful, thank you Jane.” Reply to her meekly with a tight-lip smile on your face. As you waited, you fixed promptly on your small desk, throwing off the sheets of paper that were supposed to be your love letters for the man, and flinched when you hear the door open once more; turning as you see Natasha with a luminously smile on her beautiful face.

“Y/N,” spoke Natasha with an altered tone; hugging you tightly while you can feel her hand grazing on your lower back, rather feeling too comfortable by the touch. “I have occurred to know that your husband is not home.”

“It’s not such a big problem,” you say, feeling embarrassed by your defeated tone.

“It is.”

Natasha loathes Alexis, even when you first met him. The way he would blushingly kiss the palm of your hand makes her angry, envying the man more than she could ever do to anyone. He was a gentleman at first, always knowing where you are and giving you the most fabulous gifts that you could ever hope for. But you never intently needed them. You simply want time with the man you love.

And for Natasha, that’s something she could ever give to a woman like you.

“Your husband is never home, I suggest having a departure would be an excellent idea,” complained Natasha with a grumble in her tone that you heard from afar. You couldn’t help but slightly tilt your head as you can sense her jealousy–was it even jealousy? Surely, you were dreaming. It probably wasn’t even jealousy, more like a worried friend.

“Do you think I deserve better?”

“He claims that your his and took advantage of what’s yours,” replied Natasha while putting her black coat on her arm, chuckling to herself as she tapped her foot on the ground. “He married you for a reason. To love and care for you; to give you everything you want in life. And yet, he’s not here to do that. Could there be a reason for his absences?”

“I would not like to think he’s having an affair with someone else,” you replied with a mumble as you sat on the foot of your mattress, sighing audibly while you had your facepalmed.

“Oh, I strongly believe that.”

“What?”

"I may have witnessed another woman having a conversation with him," said Natasha with a memory of her catching a man who was enlightened by another woman's company. "I think he is committing to something horrible."

The door opens unexpectedly as you turn your head, a smile erupts on your face once you see your husband walking in with a tired drunk face. Was he at the gathering again? He’s always like this; he never opted to change.

“My beautiful Knightly,” profound he says as he grabs you by the waist, kissing your lips with hunger. Natasha then twitches her face with jealousy and looks away. “I have missed–”

“You were away for 20 hours.”

He laughs a little, avoiding the situation at hand. “My wife has gone mad, has she?”

Natasha remembers extensively the times when you would blush whenever Alexis would give you the tiniest attention. He was the ivy that you were gone to obsess with; it made her insane to think that she’ll ever have a chance with you, but she can only look from afar and adore you in a way he could never do.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to say that,” said Natasha while her eyes were still stained to the rug, not daring to look up. Alexis drops his hand onto my waist and takes a slight step forward toward Natasha, scoffing with his mouth open.

“My, are you being a prude today?”

“Was I?” returned Natasha, with slight dignity. “Well then, explain to your wife why you have been gone this long?”

“Nat–”

She cuts you off while fiercely looking into the man’s hazel eyes, taking a step forward so she could meet his hard gaze. “If you are committing adultery behind the woman you’re supposed to love then I suggest you tell her.”

“This is absurd!” says Alexis with a defense. Then, he points his finger at the woman and said something in a demanding tone: “If you ever say that again, I will shove an entire sword inside your–”

“That’s enough! Both of you!” you exclaimed and took your husband’s wrist, pulling him away from Natasha who seemed to be angry as he was. He then slipped off his wrist and stomped on the door, wooshing it open, and yelled with an exclamation:

“I better not see this woman when I get back!”

As soon as the door closes, you hit Natasha softly on her left shoulder, shaking your head as a fight occurred in your room. You said, “That wasn’t nice, Natasha.”

“He’s committing adultery behind your back!”

“How do you know that?” you said with an observed tone and sat back on the mattress, sighing rather loudly. You looked down and grabbed the hem of your dress, pulling it up until you were resting on the middle of the bed, still looking at Natasha with your eyes.

“May I confess?” asked Natasha, with a reproving look at you. “But, I think going to the woods will be appropriate for me to say my confession, as I am not comfortable here.”

“If you must.”

She took you to the woods that were far away from your home as her hand was held onto yours, squeezing it once you made your way to the spot that you and Natasha share whenever both of you are having mild problems or even bigger than that. You sat down on the log, grunting when you felt a little pain behind your back. Your dress was quite heavy, to be exact.

Natasha wore flimsy pants with her white-cotton long sleeve that was tucked inside it. The woman looked boyish but feminine in a kind of way that was alluring. She puts a strand of her red hair behind her ear and sits down immediately beside you with a long groan.

“I apologize for my childlessness,” said Natasha, regretting her tone. “I envy your husband.”

“How come?”

She takes a long deep breath and crept her hand to yours, holding it that makes your skin flinch in a good way. “Because I hope–I wish that it was me. And I know that it’s merely wrong, that’s always been stuck in my head but I cannot help myself anymore.”

“Natasha–wait, what do you mean by that?” you asked while feeling the flutter in your heart.

If you were honest with yourself, you have these slight feelings toward the woman whenever she was with you. She did more than your husband could. She brought you to the finest places and both stayed there for as long as you wanted, she listened to you carefully as you tell her your complaints about being a wife and how hard it is to wait for the man you used to love. Was it sinful as you felt this was that was so undeniable? Could it harm being a catholic? But what occurs in your head is why is feeling for a woman that could be that wrong? It’s just the same as loving a man, but a woman. It’s rather the same thing if you think about it.

She turns your face with her hands cupped to your cheek, smiling sheepishly once her eyes falter to your mouth that was gaped slightly. Natasha thumbs your left cheek, whispering with such ease: “You are beautiful, Y/N. The most beautiful one out there. I have waited so long to hold your face like this, for me to be this close. I can’t help but say that I am in love with you, and I know that’s wrong. But I’d die if you had no idea how much I feel for you and to hold you like this.”

You watch her lips get close until she kisses you with her lip grazing against your bottom one. She brings her other hand to your nape and pulls you closer, her lips tucked into yours as you mewled got her more possessive as she slips her tongue inside your mouth, moaning softly when she can feel your tongue touching hers gracefully.

“My, you are such a good kisser,” said Natasha, with pure lust and adoration. Her forehead touches yours while her hands hold your waist gently. You couldn’t help but whisper:

“I feel the same way,” there was no shame in that. It took you this long for you to realize that you’re in love with Natasha as much as she was in love with you. It took you a decade just for you to feel her lips grazing on yours. Was this an ethereal dream? Sure, it was. Even then, you would not like to waste your time. So, you pulled her in and kissed her lips hungrily, your tongue on the roof of her mouth.

“I love you,” you say with such a whisper that she could feel her stomach drop with blissfulness. “I am in love with you too. I think I only married my husband because I could not take hold of my feelings for you, so I thought distracting myself with a man could help; but it did not. In fact, it grew stronger.”

“You are not being serious, dorogoya,” whispered Natasha, her mouth above yours; “You are the love of my life, I cannot begin to say how happy I am when you confess to me.”

She kisses your mouth once more until her hand is cupped against your left cheek, pulling your entire hips against hers as your kisses grow with more lust, desperation, and appalling. The woman presses her other hand against your right breast as you let out a light moan that was in between her lips; she chuckles deeply with her voice.

“Let us run away,” suggested Natasha while pulling your hips closer to her pelvis. “I’ll make you the happiest woman. I’ll give you everything you want, just say–Mmph–say yes, please my love.”

The truth is, there is nothing glamorous that you want except her. Everyone will think it’s an abomination of your undying love for the woman, but no one would have to know. It could just be you and her, running away from the people who ought to despise both of you. And even if they did, would you care? Simply no. Because you have her as much as she has you.

“Yes, Natasha. I love the thought of it.”

She made love to you on the soil of the earth, naked. Her lips were all over your neck that was prickled with dirt but she didn’t care, all she wanted was to finally have you and you were aptly present to her.

The truth is, Natasha was your poison as she was yours. But in such a compelling way that it cannot be that awful to feel. She always thinks to herself that no one else could see you other than her; and that's selfish of Natasha, but who else could blame her?

"I love you," says Natasha, kissing your sweaty forehead. "You're my ivy. My poison. But, I'm so deep into it that I cannot get out. Would it be alright if I never got out? Feed me with your undying love; I want it so badly."

"Do you feel like this is wrong?" you asked while you could feel her lips trailing down your chin, humming quietly as she thought of your words.

"Sometimes," responded Natasha with a sultry whisper. "But, it feels right; doesn't it?"

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x reader #wlw blog #soft natasha romanoff

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