#i hate her chic straight ass so much

[itjazzbicch]

The Man in The Beast

Pairing:  Brock Lesnar x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader has managed Roman Reigns since he returned and became the champion in WWE, annoyed with Brock Lesnar challenging him again, she lets things take their own course, but is surprised when Roman uses her to save himself during a physical altercation with Brock, learning that Brock isn't a beast when it comes to her…

Warnings: Accidental Male x Female wrestling interaction, swearing

Word Count: 1.3k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

Contract signings almost always ended the same, especially for Roman. There was always a fight bound to break out and with his opponent being Brock? Good thing I didn't wear heels tonight.

Two years I've been managing Roman, known him longer and it was a bore truly sitting through this contract signing because Brock and Roman have beaten the living crap out of each other so many times that I've lost count.

"A hog is going to get slaughtered," Roman signed the contract last and it didn't even click in my mind that the Uso's were in position, a smile growing on Roman's face when he sat up straight, "It's not going to be me and why wait till Summerslam?"

Brock was called a beast for a reason, even with Jimmy and Jey on top of him, he was throwing them around like rag dolls. Meanwhile, Roman was trying to rush me out of the ring, but there was too much going on. The table was in our way, the announcer getting out at the same time and Brock was on it, ready to go for Roman.

I was just about to lean down to get out when suddenly I was up straight, Brock's massive arm ready to clothesline Roman out of the ring, but instead, Roman moved out of the way, pulling me right into Brock's clothesline.

Now, this wasn't my first rodeo in wrestling, but this was Brock Lesnar. He gave a clothesline from hell, a whole new meaning, sending me flying out of the ring, not only cracking my head on the apron but smacking the ground hard.

I wasn't sure if I hit my head that hard or if it was truly that silent, but you could hear a pin drop in the arena when it happened.

"Oh my god," I was able to hear Pat McAfee on commentary, in utter shock like everyone else, "Roman Reigns just used Y/N to avoid Brock Lesnar! Someone check on her!"

Holding the back of my head, I looked to see what was going on because I could hear a lot of running in the ring. It was hard to look with the pounding headache that I had and it brought me to tears to see Roman running from Brock and completely forgetting about me.

I've seen Brock in a fury before, but this was different. Frozen in place, I never thought I'd see a moment like this. The first person who came to check on me was Brock himself.

"Y/N," He was so red from being angry and was still truly concerned and explaining, "I did not mean to do that."

"That fucker pulled me," I whispered and retraced my steps, remembering the feeling of Roman pulling me. He easily could've avoided that or just pushed me out of the way, but he pulled me.

"I'm sure you already knew, but I'm murdering his ass on Sunday," He was still heaving from anger, showing a side of him that I don't think anyone has ever seen while tending to me, checking my head because we all saw how I cracked my head.

"I'm fine," I tried to turn my head and the pain pounded in me like a drum, closing my eyes tight and groaning, hating that he was right, but hearing a sweetness in his voice:

"I was trying to take his head off and I know how hard I hit. This is my fault, just let me help you. You see that your 'family' isn't trying to."

"You sure do hit hard," I whined, trying not to cry, not at the pain, but the truth he spoke, turning towards him when he pulled me to his chest, scooping me up.

"Hey, I got her," Looking, Brock was talking to medical personnel and gosh, he was so big, still a good length above me in even his arms.

It was hard to process how comfortable I was in his arms and for someone he called a beast, he was very gentle and made sure my head wasn't moving too much while heading back, keeping it placed and snug against his firm chest.

The human body is very complex and as I expected, the first thing they did was make sure that I didn't have a concussion and he wasn't showing it, but I imagined Brock felt guilty about what happened because he didn't leave my side till we knew that I was okay, only took a rough bump. 

"First," Brock began once the staff left, letting us have a moment, "Again, I'm sorry about-"

"It's okay," I spoke softly, meeting his gaze, "It was an accident and we're wrestlers. I know there's danger regardless of what I'm doing."

"It may have been an accident on my end," He never looked so serious, trying to get a point across to me, "Roman used you to avoid taking a hit and that was no accident."

I just sat there silent because he was right. It was just so hard to believe because Roman has never done such a thing to me, just listening as he continued:

"He knows that this match at Summerslam isn't going to be like our other matches. I meant it when I said that I'm going to slaughter him. And him using you like that shows that he's a bitch and now, I lost respect for him as a man."

Why did he have to be right, and brutally honest at that? I was going to put my head down, try to ignore it, but he caught my attention by sitting his hat next to me, breathing:

"Excuse me. I shouldn't swear and all that around a lady."

"Must not know me," I joked softly, wanting to ease up the seriousness just for it to grow, heart racing with his huge frame in front of me, looking down into my eyes.

His blue eyes were easy to rest on this time and I did take his words in and thought about it deeply:

"Now, I can't tell you what to do, but I think it's best for you to part ways with Roman. It goes to show that he's a coward, doing that when all you've ever done is be good to him."

"I know," Tears started to form in my eyes, one running down my cheek, and for the first time today, there was a smile on my face, his hand actually nice and soft, warm thumb wiping that tear away:

"But I will give you credit. You took that clothesline like a champ."

"I'm no ordinary lady," I smiled up at him softly, appreciating his kindness, and this time, my heart was pounding, eyes closing softly at his kiss on my forehead:

"I like that about you."

Was all of this really making me feel better? That little kiss was like medicine, the headache I had eased up and his words helped too by making me giggle:

"Took that better than any guy I've wrestled. But you take care of your precious self, alright?"

"I will," I breathed in, processing another kiss on my head, this one having a harder press, but was still tender, even hugging him back when he hugged, rubbing my back:

"And just know, I'm not your enemy. You ever need me?"

God, the charm he had was mind-blowing, standing back up and fixing his cowboy hat, winking down at me:

"Just come and get me, darling."

"I'll keep that in mind," I whispered, feeling stuck in a place; Brock or Roman.

At that moment, Brock's side was feeling a whole lot better than Roman's ever was, his last kiss on the top of my head, knowing that Jimmy, Jey, and Roman would be on their way, made it so hard to watch him walk out of the door. 

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfic #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #Brock Lesnar #Brock Lesnar x reader #Brock Lesnar imagine #Brock Lesnar fic #Brock Lesnar fanfic

[returntosaturn271995]

November 14th: A beautiful struggle

I hate “the beautiful struggle” narrative. The grift of all grifts. It’s the idea that my life is some romantic struggle onward with hills to climb and voids to fall in to, skinning my knees and bruising my face. Stupidity and self-inflicted trauma that supposedly make everything magical...as though deep lacerations of woe serve as cups to be filled with eventual well-earned joy...

Yeah, that’s fucking bullshit. 

“A beautiful struggle” only feels good when there’s indie music in the background and a third act deus ex machina around the corner. Yes, you are spiraling, but in a Lana Del Rey way. Wes Anderson is framing that shot of you sitting in the shower it in thirds. A beautiful struggle is that best you can hope for. See? It was all worth it. 

Today did not feel worth it. I didn’t want to get out of bed, my period came early because my depression-laden ass couldn’t bear to take my stupid birth control on time (no chance of pregnancy), and the idea of shoving my head under a pillow until my face flattens like a Persian cat felt good. 

But not good enough. The problem with trying to hide, even in your own brain, is that when you finally reemerge, everything is still the same only you’ve wasted another day of your rapidly diminishing youth stressing about things you won’t remember in 10 years time. 

God writing that was so bleak. True. But bleak. 

But here’s how I handled it better than I would have at 24. I reached out to Dasha instead of isolating. We traded indie music and fear of rejection back and forth in text messages. 

I told her I wish we could just date each other, start a lesbian Tik Tok account, and rack up Birkenstocks endorsements while wearing chic boho sweaters and raising chickens. (In my life-as-a-lesbian fantasies I’m always tending to a farm in the Pacific Northwest.)

She said no. Unfortunately, we’re both still straight and dating in the year of our lord 2022.

Matt texted and that combined with a CBD joint calmed me down, but I still feel like a fifteen-year-old-girl letting my feelings get fucked with this hard. 

I also went on a super long walk and bumped in to both Bruce and Gus. As if I need reminding of how bad my taste in guys can be when I’m bored/drunk/both. 

The walk helped. The air helped. The music helped. I didn’t drink and I wore sunscreen and hat to protect my face. Writing this helps. Talking to friends helps. Hot tea and reading and meditation helps. Cleaning helps. Teaching myself Spanish for 30 min helps. 

I got out fucking bed, man. I managed to do all of that. Might not sound like much but my little *kill yourself* voice did not want me to do any of it. That voice never wants to make the bed or meditate or exercise or clean or learn. It wants me to rot and spiral and sloth until it finally gets big enough to convince me that I really am nothing. 

The power of Christ is never going to compel my depression out of my body. But today, even as shitty as it started (and it started SHITTY), I at least tried. It was a struggle and in some ways even beautiful. But god I hope this isn’t the best I can hope for. 

Baby steps. 

[disneydatass]

#alycia debnam carey #my wife #the girl is a walking aesthetic #i hate her chic straight ass so much

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Omg I love all your drabbles they are so amazing and brilliant I can’t believe you do that for free! What a blessing you are!! I was wondering whether there would be a part four to the vacation au and if not could you do maybe more jealous Cassian but in your lawyer au I’m obsessed but honestly anything you write has me happy!

This is so sweet I am so glad you’re loving the drabbles! I did a second part to the vacation AU a couple days ago so I’m going to go with Jealous Cassian in the lawyer AU. I already *kind* of did this but I’ve been doing jealousy light lately and this time we are cranking it up to 100. This one is kinda long and pretty angsty and I think I definitely need to smoosh all these lawyer drabbles into a mini story that follows Nessian from meeting while studying for the bar exam and then through snippets of their careers so maybe that’s what I’ll do next.

Actually facing Nesta in court was an extreme rarity. All of her non pro Bono work was strictly solicitor. Drafting contracts and negotiating deals in different chic board rooms with little glass bottles of Perrier and complimentary latte carts trolling the halls.

Nesta thought that she didn’t want to litigate. She thought that people didn’t like her and because of that she was a bad advocate. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Watching Nesta fight for something that she believed in, truly believed in, was the closest thing to a religious experience Cassian had ever known.

“And I would urge you to consider in your decision, your honour, the fact that even if it should apply in this case, the very law my learned friend is attempting to uphold is currently under review by the Supreme Court and may soon be overturned on the basis of being unconstitutional as well as unconscionable.” Nesta took a pregnant pause.

“If that happens. If this law is overturned, as you well know, it will not be retroactively helpful to my client. My client who was born here. My client who grew up in Queens. My client who can draw you a map of which bodegas has the best coffee vs the best sandwiches and their proximity to the nearest train, and if that doesn’t qualify her as an American, and a New Yorker, then I don’t know what does.” The judge smiled a little at that. It was a calculated risk, the emotional appeal. But Judge Miluski was already on Nesta’s side and she was a born and bread New Yorker and she had the rare distinction of being a member of the judiciary with a sense of humour. “If this law is overturned, which we both know is highly likely, then my client will be sent to another country, a country she has never even been to, not because she did anything wrong, but because this trial happened a few weeks too-”

Nesta trailed off, eyes caught at the quietly opening gallery door. A man stepped in. Tall and thin and… greasy. Hair slicked back with so much product Cassian didn’t think he’d feel it if he hit him on the head with a hammer. Which he desperately wanted to do. That brutish, violent, raised in foster homes in Harlem side of him that even a legal education and a closet full of Armani suits could never quite polish out of him lit on fire at the sight of this creep. This asshole who was wearing fucking asics with his $4000 suit. And no tie. Top three buttons of a pinstripe white shirt unbuttoned. What a fucking rube.

Except that this guy. THIS fucking guy, made Nesta lose her train of thought. This guy who walked into court late and had yet to drag his eyes up from Nesta’s ass, had distracted her. Caused her to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and smile a little. This shy, light, cutesy little smile that absolutely did not belong on Nesta Archeron’s face.

When Nesta smiled it was a sly, knowing, victorious thing that curled across her lips and set Cassian’s heart hammering in his chest.

This… this was insanity.

The man smirked, deep and arrogant, as he stood at the back of the courtroom, hands slid into his pockets. Not even respectful enough of the proceedings to sit down.

Nesta gathered herself quickly. The whole mess over in under 20 seconds, but Cassian noticed it. Even as Nesta went on and cited the law and the competing jurisprudence and the ethics and the constitution, he couldn’t focus. All he could think about was that little smile.

Cassian said his final piece, the judge ruled, as they both knew she would, in Nesta’s favor, and it was all over.

Nesta didn’t even gloat like she usually would have. She just stuck her hand out, the absolute picture of professionalism, and shook his.

“Good working with you, Counseler.” She said, as if he hadn’t pulled her around the side of a building and pushed her body up against a brick wall the other day, moulding her into him as they fought over this case. Discussed their future. Their passions.

She’d rejected his invitation to dinner, but she always did. It was a part of the game. A game that Cassian was determined to win.

“Who’s the tech bro?” The sneakers with the suit and the unbuttoned shirt and the general shitty attitude all pointed to that being the only reasonable profession.

“Babe,” the slimy man in question pushed past the swinging waist high half door that separated the gallery and the space where counsel’s desks sat. “Let’s go.” He wrapped and arm too tightly around Nesta’s waist and pulled on her a little.

Cassian curled his fists into his palms so hard his nails bit imprints into the skin of his palms. Babe? Telling her when to leave? The pulling? No.

“I’m Cassian.” He held out his hand. “ADA. What firm do you work for? Haven’t seen you around.”

“Tomas.” The man scoffed, “And I’m not a lawyer. Not interested in all that gibberish you’re type is always spewing. Sounds like pure nonsense to me. I’m a tech investor.”

Yeah. That sounded about right. No actual skills. Not an engineer or developer or even a business manager. Just an idiot with a trust fund throwing money at whatever looked cool.

“Well, Tomas. Do you know why they call that big exam full of all that gibberish you hate the bar exam?” The weasel just raised his eyebrows. “It’s because once you pass it, then you are an attorney. And allowed to cross past this BAR.” Cassian pushed Tomas back out the little half door again. “Which separates the civilians in the gallery from the lawyers making their cases. So maybe learn how to show a little respect.” Cassian scoffed, flicking his eyes to Nesta, “In a few different areas of your life.”

“What the fuck, bro?” Tomas rolled his eyes. “This is why I fucking hate going to your lawyer parties and shit. Jackasses like this.”

“Tomas, please.” Nesta placed a hand on his chest, Cassian tensed, and that seemed to calm Tomas down. Not Nesta’s touch, but another man’s jealousy.

“Why don’t you bring the car around. I have to work out a court date for another matter with Cassian but I’ll be right out.”

“Yeah, ok.” Tomas glared, keeping eye contact with Cassian as he kissed Nesta’s cheek, hand travelling too far down her back. “Hurry though.”

“Of course.” Nesta smiled that same tiny little smile that made her look like a doll on a shelf and Cassian wanted to scream.

“What the fuck are you doing with a piece of shit like that?” Cassian minced no words as he turned to face Nesta.

“Excuse me?”

“Pretty straight forward question, Nes.”

“You… you don’t know him. He’s not like that once you get to know him.”

“Sure he’s not,” Cassian scoffed.

“What is your problem?”

“My problem is that your boyfriend, who I’ve never heard of or seen before today despite knowing you for years, had a chance to see you in court. Had a chance to watch you all fired up and passionate and brilliant and instead he walked in late, stared at your ass instead of listening to what you were saying, and then shoved his way up here and pulled at you to leave like you were some kind of toy he didn’t mind tearing the arm off of.”

Nesta blinked. Huffed out a breath. “We’ve been on again off again for a while. That’s why you haven’t seen him before. And he just doesn’t like lawyer stuff that’s why he’s like that in here ok? Not that it’s any of your business.”

“So you’re dating someone who not only doesn’t recognize how brilliant you are but won’t even let you talk about your job?” That was wrong. That was so wrong. That was… why Nesta was so intense with him. Why she debated and fought and talked for hours. Because she couldnt do it at home.

“Why do you even care, Cassian? Let’s just set a date and-”

“Fuck you, Nesta.” Her jaw fell open. “Fuck you for even asking me that. You know why I care. You can’t play dumb with me like I assume you do with him.”

“You don’t know anything about my relationship!” Nesta defended a little too vehemently.

“I know you can’t yell at him about his take on immigration laws,” Cassian stepped closer to her. “I know you can’t get a little tipsy off your favorite Malbec and go on a rambling tirade about the corrupt judiciary and your twenty three- or twenty five depending on the night- reasons why voting for judges completely undermines the integrity of the legal system.”

The was almost no space between them as Cassian looked down, gently set his hand under Nesta’s chin and raised her gaze to meet his. Burning with anger and passion and barely concealed desire. “I know that he didn’t understand why you were crying when RBG died. Because he doesn’t care about how appointing Supreme Court judges works or what that meant for the future of the court. And because I know that you weren’t with him that night. You were with me. Just like election night in 2016. And the Kavanaugh trials. And when the travel ban came into effect. You found me. Because I get it, and I care about your thoughts on all of those things. I’m devastated by them too. You were with me, Nes. And don’t you dare pretend that doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does,” Nesta let her cheek sink into his palm. “It means everything Cassian, but…”

“But we fight,” he smiled. “We bicker and yell and cross ideologies and disagree on all the little things. But not the big things, Nes. Never on the big things. We disagree on how to change the world, not what we want to change in it. Isn’t that what matters?”

Nesta swallowed. “I can’t risk losing you.” She said quietly. “I need you. For all of those reasons, I need you to be in my life and if we… I hurt the people I love, Cassian. So if I let myself love you, I would only hurt you. And I can’t bear the thought of hurting you.”

“So you date him.” Realization was an arrow sailing into Cassian’s chest. “Because you won’t hurt him. Because you could never actually love him.”

Nesta swallowed. “See? See how awful I am?”

Cassian moved his hand to her back, pulled her into his chest. “Go,” he whispered. “Go do whatever you need to do. I’ll be here. And I’ll be waiting for you to realize that I’m not going anywhere. That I can take it. Whatever you want to throw at me, I can take it, Nes.”

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #acosf #cassian #nesta and cassian #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #acotar

[jungwnn]

Hiiiii😚 i wanna request for a ship with txt, enhypen and bts, thank you soo much for taking the time to do this!☺ I hope you have a good day, stay healthy and take care for yourself🤗

INFP-T | enneagram type 4 | sun: Sagittarius, moon: Cancer | Hate studying anything except English | Competitive when it comes to things I love and am passionate about | Like creative writing and interior designing(basically architecture) | Novels over movies | Even if i watch movies its either action or angst-drama, and always like the evil characters more than the good ones because I'm able to sort of understand why they do what they do, I believe everything has a reason, and every action is a result of something | I also believe in soulmates, love at first sight and all sorts of tropes like these | Obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology and ancient Egypt and just in general medieval eras | Love taking polaroid pictures and traveling | Aesthetic all the way, love being in the nature | I love fairylights and abstract paintings and night walks and stargazing | Love sad things | I'm sensitive to smell and don't like artificial scents | I like going to libraries and museums and cathedrals and old medieval buildings, beaches also and other nature aesthetic places | Always observing little details about everything that other people fail to notice | Easily scared or startled | Have huge trust issues and very sensitive | Have very few friends and am loyal before anything | I'm moved by little things and don't really like much of fancy dates, I like it simple and my favorite would be walk along the beach at night | Am very open-minded and wise but no one's really aware of that | Like disturbing people and then giving puppy eyes | Shy at first but when you get close with me I'm very loud, talkative, playful and annoyingly funny and weird | Just realized it yesterday that i tend to 'huh' a Lot | Clingy with people I am very close to(might even jump and koala hug them tbh) | Everyone's comfort pillar | Very expressive with words and actions | CLUMSY(I hit or bump into something at least once a day) | Love eating (taking advantage of my never getting fat genes lol) but am sort of quite picky | 5'2 - 157cm and I like tall people but I have no problem connecting with people on the shorter side of the height spectrum | Baby voice and baby face | side bangs and dark brown short almost straight hair which reaches just 4cms above the shoulders | Big chocolate brown eyes | Have slightly honey tanned skin | I'm a crybaby too, like if someone I love or care a lot about is getting scolded for whatever reason or they are sad or something then I tend to cry immediately. And while watching or reading sad things too | I do random sounds or actions too and I noticed recently I go 'huh' and 'uh' all the time | sometimes I don't even understand myself like a few days back I was wearing a black sock on my left foot and a white one on my right and then i forgot that i wore mismatched socks so when I noticed it after a while I got fascinated for literally no reason then within seconds i forgot about it again and then when it came to my notice again i got fascinated again and this went on the whole day lmao | My fashion style leans towards boho chic/bohemian and casual | And prefer bare face over makeup and converse over other footwear and dusk(sunset) over dawn(sunrise) but in the album I like dawn ver more🤭 | I love spicy and sour food and have a high tolerance of spice | And my love languages are acts of service>physical touch>quality time>words of affirmation.

YOU SOUND SO INTERESTING AND COOL LETS BE FRIENDS 🙄✋

in txt i ship you with!! Beomgyu !!

pls I can already already see yall fighting over movie chararters😭 I just get the vibe y’all met in a really weird way like he was reaching over to grab a random ass toy and you were too and bam!!! Talking, numbers exchanged. He instantly fell in love with you dude. Like gyu isn’t one to simp but your the exception here. Like dude had a big smile when you responded to his text message. Will he ever tell you that he would bounce up like a puppy whenever he got even a notification hoping it was you?? No. Never. That never happened I swear. There was a time where kai texted and was like “hey soobin said practice in an hour” and gyu straight out texted back “idiot shush I’m waiting” and Kai was just like ??? “...ur weird” basically gyu is literally in love with you from the beginning like it’s insane. That doesn’t stop him from teasing you though. Dude you better stay on high alert this dude is constantly pranking you. They are all harmless but if he ever did hurt you or do something wrong. He will instantly hug you and literally apologize all day and shower you in love. Just finding comfort in each other!! Like he is always there to listen to you talk about anything and just comfort you, He also trust you enough to share his issues! He loves to call you idiot all the time but he says it in the sweetest way or just to tease. He also loves to carry you, it makes him feel super tall ( esp when moas be calling him tiny 😭) also sleepy gyu!! Clingy!!! Let’s say y’all went on a date just a quick ice cream and a walk around the park right, He would look at you and be like “your so pretty~” then you look up and be like “huh? What did you say?” And he would just pull you closer to his side and be like “nothing idiot~” in the same cheeky sweet tone. Then later on that day y’all would just to hang out on the couch cuddled up. He was obviously tired since he was yawning every five seconds. He pulled you against his chest and just started mumbling about how happy he was to have you!! But that’s for your ears only!!

Your overall relationship would consist of:

☼lots and lots screaming like dude is loud but he is expressing his love so it’s okay!

☼movie marathons!!

☼pls don’t use puppy eyes on him he’ll cry at how cute you are

☼let him kiss your forehead and your head he wants to be tall

☼he makes u meals but sometimes they burnt 😣

☼brags abt you all the time like I’m pretty sure taehyun knows your favorite food and your birthday by how much gyu talks

☼he loves listening to you talk abt your interest and fascinations !!

so for Enhypen I ship you with !! Mr.Jake sim!

I just know this boy loves you for your witts bro, like.. how can you be so smart, interesting and pretty at the same time?? Like you completely captured this boys heart!! He loves hearing you talk about Roman and Greek mythology and ancient Egypt!! He thinks it’s honestly so amazing to listen to you speak about your interest🥺 He has this thing, where like whenever you do something cute or he just looks at your face he just walks over and squishes your cheeks. He loves loves loves showing physical affection! He WANTS you to know that you are the light of his life and you make him so so happy!! He talks abt Layla to you all the time and even called you her mom like WOAH. Speaking of mom, Jake gives me the vibe he talks to his parents about you!! Like mans is so serious abt you he just adores you!! Dude is so worried about you when you bump into things, like let’s say you accidentally hit a wall. He will be by your side in a second telling you to be more careful them kissing your forehead. He calls you princess 🧍(HAVE U SEEN THAT ONE FAN CALL BYE) he also treats you like a princess as he should. I have a feeling when he can’t see you in person he calls you and y’all will fall asleep on call. like he would be all sleepy and be like “i miss you :(“ and just talk about your guys day and it would be so sweet!! I’m sure you get the idea !! He’s in L word with you hardcore!!

Your overall relationship would consist of!!

☼he always buys snacks for you because he wants his baby to eat well

☼he is a romantic he loves taking walks on the beach with u!! (And Layla)

☼always compliments your eyes !!

☼always gets you flowers or lil things that remind him of you !

☼he has you as his wallpaper!

☼if y’all go see scary movies together he will most definitely try to act tough and protect you but he fails and hides his face in your neck

☼CHEEK KISSES!!!

for bts I ship you with !! Kim taehyung himself !!

okay okay!! I feel like taehyung loves your mind, he loves hearing your side of things and just loves everything about the way you think! He truly thinks your a piece of art !! like homeboy just loves spending time with you and just talking. He is a hopeless romantic like he loves taking you out to dates that mean a lot to both of you! He takes you to art museums and beaches and takes so many pictures of you!! he has a whole folder dedicated to you!! He also loves hanging out with you and your guys friends!! He just wants everyone to know he’s with you forever and ever!! He is the kinda dude to rest his elbow on your head like deadass just to tease you. He takes you to his hometown often because like I said he wants a future with you!! Expect a lot of snacks from his mom because she adores how happy you make him and he is just!! ugh you lucky lucky girl!! He likes to travel with you, like he can be so unpredictable!! dude will sit there and go “for dinner can we get pizza? Also I got us a trip to Paris for my week off” LIKE OKAY WE GET IT YOUR RICH!! But good for you I guess🙄 also matching outfits. He’s buying you a matching beret and your gna wear for that boxy smile idc. He looked at your matching socks and instantly wanted to try and now he claims it’s the coolest shit ever like Yoongi is always like “why tf?? You bought these in pairs?” Like mind your business Yoongi. His baby does it so he wants to do it too !!🙄✋

overall relationship!!

☼kisses on the lips all the time

☼plane ride cuddles

☼ur boyfriend is your professional photographer

☼pls tell him he’s a good boyfriend he just wants to make you happy

☼always talks to you abt the future <3

☼no joke he has y’all’s kids names planned

☼fun fact.. he bought you a promise ring 😣

a/n aaa!! I hope you like it!! I’m so sorry for the wait!!

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #jake enhypen #jake imagines #jake sim #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu x reader #tommrow x together imagine #choi beomgyu #bts imagines #bts #bts taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung x reader

[betweentheracks]

On a scale of 1-5000, how annoyed do you get when people have the gall to tell you, “Wow! You’re so lucky!” when they find out that you work in entertainment and with celebrities?

Also on a scale of 1-5000, how unimpressed are you with the celebrities you end up working with?

Please share some horror stories so we can commiserate over nightmare clients! 😂

Yeef and also yikes, do I actually want to dive into this particular can of worms? Lmao. 

I thoroughly see spots of red in my vision whenever people try to do the whole “Wow, that’s really cool and lucky for you! How many famous people have you met or worked with? Your life must be so glamorous and exciting!!” Like please, spare me. It isn’t glitz and glitter all the time - in fact, the fun parts are in the minority of how working in this industry goes. Beyond that, I’m not ‘lucky,’ I worked my ass off to pull this off and have never slowed my pace (until this COVID-19 chaos) to ensure my post remains relevant. In accordance to your ranking, I guess I would go with 4999 points annoyed.

Frankly, my rating and impressions of my clients are like a river that flows on and on and yet there is no apparent water to be found. I have a good rapport with most of the ones I am contracted with exclusively, but they're prone to make my feelings change from sentence to the next. Celebrities will forever remain exhaustively effervescent. 

If you really want some dish, I can offer up some from a client I once worked with in my apprenticeship and how much I hate the time I had to spend with her while also retaining a sense of gratitude for helping shape me into someone that can withstand some of the prickly goings-on of the industry. She wasn’t even my client, as I was merely apprenticing and therefore was little more than a ghost that shadowed one of the veterans of our company. I’m highlighting this now before diving into the thick of what was the worst week in my career thus far because it is extremely important to keep in mind that I was under no actual obligation to work with this woman. 

Ahem, so, story time! Let me start off with first making it clear that even now I will only work with actresses and actors when I have no viable means of refusal. This is simply a preference of mine and stems mostly from this woman’s behaviors and treatments of me and some of the crew I worked with at the time. I was quite young when I entered my apprenticeship, like barely more than 20, and I was simultaneously accustomed and starstruck by the world I was entering. Before the apprenticeship, I had already been working off and on via temporary contracts and commissions as a MUA at the time, so I knew the ends and outs of the place and the people that worked my end of it. However, I hadn’t worked with many clients one on one as either a MUA or as an aspiring wardrobe stylist. Due to this I was still very green and awkward and hadn’t yet figured out the line between casual and professional (to this day, for me, this line is nearly nonexistent) and I tended to make a mess whenever I opened my mouth so mostly I kept quiet and melded into my role as an observing trainee with occasionally useful ideas but was mostly just an extra pair of hands. The stylist I was shadowing was, in a word, cumbersome. They weren’t a very great teacher and had a tendency to drop projects into my lap without much proper instruction or insight and would leave me to attempt making sense of what was wanted by means of vision boards and client portfolios. In much a similar fashion, when a scheduling conflict came up involving the actress which will star in this tale and another more major artist; naturally, he had to see to the client he had a more tangible contract with and stuck me with wrangling our golden girl. 

Within the first 4 sentences of our first exchange as stylist and client I hated her immensely. She was the type of client I abhor to work with; overbearing and demanding, thankless and impatient. She was in the midst of her career finally catching some interest which is the most pivotal time in any celebrity’s career and I like to think she was so bitchy and just plain mean due to the stress and pressure she was under but it doesn’t make what happened any more justifiable. Her immediate and first words to me were, “You’re young and clueless enough to be my baby sister. Whatever authority you think you can have in dictating what I wear ended with the sound of the door opening when you stepped in, get that straight now.” I remember this extremely clearly because I went from gobsmacked to incensed within the time it takes to pop the top on a can of soda. But! I knew at least enough to know to keep my mouth shut and temper my immediate dislike of this person and tried to push forward and steer the conversation in the direction of what her ideal style and presentation should be. It went well enough for all of an hour tops before she domed me again by calling me “baby sis” in place of my name. As I am, in fact, the baby sis of my family I am well aware of when a power play is being maneuvered in on me and spotted this for what it was: her trying to remind me that I had no right to be speaking to her, let alone designing her. This was a culmination of her being upset and put out that she wasn’t chosen by my mentoring stylist and was stuck with someone that had basically no merits behind her. 

Calling me this wasn’t really an issue for me, but it did chafe against my skin enough to make me feel uncomfortable and anxious. Still, I let it slide and she continued to call me as such for the duration of our time together. The true horror of this story is what comes next and the escalation from minor verbal insults meant to belittle me fanned into blatant sabotage. She and I had come to a sort of estranged agreement when it came to modeling her vision board - she wanted to retain some traces of her perceived sweet and demure self from when she was cast in her first role, but play up the maturity and grace she held now and have it reinvented into timeless class while holding a touch of being chic. It was a headache to make sense of since, from a the perspective of fashion and trends at that time, this wasn’t the ideal and even seemed counterintuitive to someone in her position and of her age. I went along with it and threw myself into the quest to pull from the brands she mentioned liking most and for days I learned firsthand how exhausting and tedious it is to make acquisitions and swear responsibilities/accountabilities one after the other and put my name and my company on the line. I handpicked every item and steadily managed to pull off forming my second ever ensemble of 4 sets of styles each with 2 or 3 substitution items that could alter the look entirely while still remaining within the realm of what the client had asked for. I worked upward of 13 hours for 4 days and when I finally was able to bring the client to her showroom and present my designs, I was only able to feel relieved for mere minutes before she began to yell and make a scene. She demanded my supervisor and the head of the styling department of our company both come to tend to her and see what a mockery I had made of her ideal image. She went on to use her acting quirks to insinuate that I had gone off half-cocked and overruled her every idea and word and then dared to present her with such low quality fashions. She even managed to produce a vision board that was entirely different from the one she and I had planned together! It was obviously done by herself and lacked the detailed attention any of the stylists housed in our company would have added, but it was convincing enough to appear damning. 

At this point my head was in a weird place, trying to make sense of the perilous world I was throwing myself into and the fact that this was actually happening to me at all and wasn’t just me daydreaming while watching daytime dramas. After I worked through that initial shock, I was more than mad but less than enraged. I was confused as to why this client was being so purposefully obstinate and difficult for me, even briefly wondered what sort of grievance I could have possibly cost her when I had only just met her and had done my utmost to seem cool and pro like all the seasoned stylists I had worked with. I thought I was going to lose my job and have to go back to my family with my tail between my legs and tell them they were right and I never should have strayed from my original course and career path. I only became aware that I was crying, like big fat tears that made a mess of my face and were embarrassing to the point that I wanted to flee, because my supervisor had given me his handkerchief. It was at this point that I teetered and looked deeply at the person accusing me and wasting my time and efforts and realized that it wasn’t about me and was only ever about her. This moment of clarity, though, was like the opening of a gate I had been clinging to all week in hopes of keeping all my spurned senses quietly simmering beneath my skin rather than wreck my name and finish off my chances before they truly begun. I very rudely told my supervisor and the department head that if they needed proof of my hardwork and dedication to the vision of a thoughtless actress caught in the weeds of her own wilting fame then they were free to examine my copy of the original vision board and compare it with the one she had; that they could check through the 15 or so LORs under my name and in her stead (both names are featured for security means). Anyway, she was attempting to spill a stain across our company and specifically the stylist in charge of me for blowing her off. Her idea was that if I failed in a big way it would make him look like a horrible mentor and cost him some of his reputation. I was merely cannon fodder.

This got insanely long - let’s put it up to me also being a storyteller and writer as well as very passionate about this encounter. It sparked the timid embers of my uncertain pursuit of my career into a fire that has since gotten me through many other rounds of hard hitting clients and their excessive personalities and entitled arrogance. I love my job a lot, but man is this industry full of bullies.  

#peekbackstage #style asks #style speak #anyway now i adamantly avoid working with the acting crowd and my life is a lot more simple

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Love on the Line - Part 2

I hope y’all are ready for the heartache because this chapter absolutely destroyed me. Please read the warnings because this chapter does deal with quite a few heavy issues along with ripping your heart to shreds. Let me know if you’d be interested in another part? Thank you all for the read! Part 1 HERE

Masterlist

Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: 2360

Warnings: heartbreak, break-up, language, mention of self harm, pure unadulterated angst 

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Today was a day where she just wanted solace though the impending doom of forethought clouded her every sense. She wanted to blink and will the world around her to magically disappear enjoying her descent into darkness. Y/N sought to feel anything at all but alas she felt wholly empty. It was slowly but surely killing her, picking her apart piece by fucking piece. She hadn’t had the chance to speak with him, hear his once soothing voice on the other end of the phone. Just nonchalant texts messages brimmed with no meaningful purpose. But is that what she wanted the entire time? Possibly so. 

That’s what made her friends poke into her business, snoop until they found an answer worthy of their liking. Y/N knew how to play their games and say whatever it took to make them stop their line of questioning. It was her equivalent of mourning the future she mapped out. Her phone chimed alerting Y/N of its annoying presence. ‘Catching a connecting flight out of LAX to meet with Danny and, finally heading home baby! ETA tomorrow late afternoon.’

Great, there was no stopping his arrival now that he was officially coming home.

She had so many grand plans in her dreams, promises of a life she now questioned if she ever wanted at all. The blade felt cool against her skin, she begged for the sweet release for the air latched in her lungs to be set free, but no such luck today. Old habits die hard. Blood dribbled onto the marble sink as relief flooded her system, endorphins pumping as her vision momentarily darkened. For a second, all was calm and she relished in the fleeting feeling. Y/N finally released the breath scratching at her lungs. She was anxious and just wanted to sleep away the day while morph into her sheets.

Curiously, she didn’t remember when she became exhausted. She didn’t remember when exhausted was no longer exhausted, and it just was. The tiredness seeped in her bones and she accepted this state of being with utter apathy. Y/N frowned down at the piece of jewelry that once sparked joy, reminiscing on the night Henry proposed. Now the ring on her finger was beginning to weigh too much for her to fathom. So, Y/N did what was best and sadly slide the diamond off her ring finger and back into its elegant box.

~The Next Day~

             Y/N paced their chic living room floor awaiting his and Kal’s arrival. Mentally prepping herself over the strong points to hit in their conversation trying to build her courage and morale. This would be easier if I wasn’t in love with him. Just then, she heard the sound of the garage door open and an engine decease. It was now or never. Realistically, Y/N knew she couldn’t keep a straight face for very long but at the same moment so ached for his touch, for his gentle kiss, and for one more unscathed instance. She inhaled deeply and soothed her nerves to the best of her ability. The front door opened, the pitter patter of paws hit the ground first, greeting her with overwhelming enthusiasm. Y/N kneeled to Kal’s level letting the dog lick her cheek powerless to the loyal Akita before her.

“Darling, where you are?” His voice echoed through the foyer in search of Y/N as he found her with Kal. He rushed towards her, wrapping his arms in a warm embrace and brought her close. He buried himself in the column of her neck kissing a trail of the gentle kisses and inhaled. Everything about this woman lit his insides of fire and now she was tangible, a reality he was more than happy to clasp on to. Hands finding his tamed locks, Y/N intertwined her fingers pulling him in leaving no space between their bodies. Stay strong. Stay focused Y/N.

“Is it even possible to miss one’s smell?”

“You’re home.”

Y/N stepped out of his warmth missing the fleeting scowl etched on Henry’s face.

“Can I get you anything to drink; Scotch possibly? I’m dying for a drink.”

Henry couldn’t put his finger on it but something didn’t feel right. As she reached the wet bar, he took in her appearance. She had lost weight; her bones were noticeable now. She turned his direction with glasses in hand. Her cheekbones were too pronounced, she quite frankly looked …fragile?

“Here you go, babe. Welcome home.”

His hand clasped over hers holding her stare before retrieving the glass.

The liquor deliciously burned down her throat. He refused to bite his tongue any longer; “Y/N, is something the matter?”

She ogled the bronzed liquid in her glass before clearing her throat; “Yes.” Henry’s eyebrows raised in concern reaching out to her as Y/N took a step out of reach.

He barely heard her before a whimper left her; “Please don’t touch me, Hen.”

Bewilderment override his body leaving his brain in the dust.

“Love, what’s wro—” Before he could finish, his phone beeped notifying him of an incoming message. He reached in his back pocket wanting to silence the damned thing before reading who it was from.

‘Anya: Make it home safe? I’m lying in bed alone and can’t help but think of your taste. See you soon?’

Y/N watched in disbelief at his attention pulled elsewhere. So much so that she didn’t comprehend the glass shattering onto the tile floor and blood sliding down her wrist. She clenched her fist in blinded anger reminding herself of the pain as the shard dug deeper into her flesh.

“I’m standing right in front of you. I always have and yet you refuse to even acknowledge me. I can’t even maintain your attention god forbid you put your phone down for five minutes. How do you think that feels when the one person you’re in love with can’t even give you the time of day?”

He drank in her disheveled appearance, her blotted checks streaked with tear stains, her messy hair from constantly running her fingers through, and lastly, the hurt that lay just behind her blue irises. He’d never hated himself more than in this moment. Ever so gently he leaned closer into her frame craving her closeness but she remained a step further. She ducked away in disgust swatting his hand from reaching her face. Henry attempted to cover up the shock from overtaking his chiseled features. He’d never seen her so on fire in their entirety as a couple.

“I said don’t fucking touch me. You sicken me. Is that what you wanted to hear, huh? Do you think it’s fun being invisible to the one person I thought had my back?” She refused to hold back her emotions anymore allowing the storm to overflow.

“YN... please let me...”

“What? Let you explain? What possible bullshit are you about to spew in hopes of changing my mind?”

“I love you. Don’t ever underestimate my feelings for you.” 

Sighing, she inhaled a much-needed breath of air before composing herself, at least to the best of her abilities; “Henry. Stop. Please, I’m begging you. My chest feels as if it’s been pried open and my heart ripped from my body. My blood boils through my veins yet is tinged with ice. You’re breaking me into a million little pieces. You must see what you’re doing to me.”

Melancholy dripped from her voice as he silently berated himself, shaking his head in defeat. His eyes glazed over slightly in an attempt to find his own composure, to quill the manic pounding residing in his chest. If he were being honest, it had been quite some time since he last looked at Y/N. Genuinely looked at her. No facetime, no phone calls. And she was right, she was ripping at the seams. How had he not noticed? The chilled atmosphere left the pair suffocating, grasping onto their last truth of reality as quietness laid between them. 

“You pride yourself on your so-called honesty. So, now’s your time! ...are the rumors true?”

Henry’s eyes immediately averted to the cement ground below wishing to buy himself another second of borrowed time. But with no such luck, he let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realize had been lodged in his lungs. 

“Yes. But I didn’t sleep with her.” 

YN bit her lip to keep a wail from slipping out making her insides inflate with sadness. She knew it was all too good to be true. Her stomach churned at the mere mention of her name.

She sniffled trying to look anywhere but at the handsome god displayed in front of her but to no avail met his calm blue eyes awaiting hers. 

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all you have to say?” 

Y/N’s fight was fast depleting and she wasn’t sure how long her energy would remain before perching upon empty. If she was being honest, all she wanted to do was bury her head into his warm chest willing his past mistakes away and reuniting them with their life...the life they built together. But that was no longer an option she could look forward to any longer. He made damn sure of that before returning home from filming. And worse, TMZ had the pictures to rub salt in her fresh wounds. 

Her silence was killing him increasing his anxiety foolproof. 

“Please Y/N say something, anything! I deserve your wrath and anger. A shout would be better than nothing.”

But to his surprise, she remained frozen unable to show what was running through her mind. 

“There’s nothing left to say. You made a choice and with that said choice allowed for the entirety of our relationship to simply vanish. I deserve wholesome and unconditional love, not some half-ass attempt. It must’ve been so lonely in Budapest for you that you just had to fuck somebody else. I totally get it.” Her sarcastic tone finally freeing her most inner thoughts.  

“I didn’t have sex with her! Woman, listen to the words I’m saying.”

“Don’t you dare patronize me. Look me in the fucking eyes Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill and tell me what happened.”

“A silly mistake. We had just wrapped and headed out to a local pub down the way. It had this amazing terrace and all I could think is about how much you would’ve enjoyed the view, the architecture of the city. Drinks led to shots and before I knew it, someone pushed me into a bathroom stall. I remember hearing the lock click, Anya tugging at my belt, and not having the restraint to push her away. I closed my eyes and pictured you, I swear it. God woman, I missed you. It wasn’t until I came that I realized it wasn’t you.”

“Did you ever even maybe think about how I get being hundreds of miles away from you? That maybe I was just as lonely. But guess what? I didn’t go to a bar and stick my tongue down anyone’s throat. Jesus, Henry, I’m not even sure I even crossed your mind. Do tell me though; are you apologizing because you got caught or because you feel bad?”

His question left her stunned. This wasn’t how he saw this scenario playing out in his head. Y/N glanced down at the beautiful ring residing on her delicate finger. The one she had forced herself to put on that morning. The diamond ring she once so blindly admired now felt like a ton of bricks forcing her stomach to stir with resentment. 

“Filming was chaotic and I just slipped. A fucking lapse in judgement. I’m an asshole Y/N but you must know how much I regret causing you any amount of pain. 

“Temptation is an impossible beast to tame. But worry no more for you are a free man now.” 

“That isn’t what I want.”

She smirked at him before letting out a loud huff; “Sometimes we don’t always get what we want. In this case, we’re both losers.” 

Henry shook his head in disagreement unable to process her words before she spoke again; “Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”

“Don’t say that my love. Please give me another chance. We can work through this; I know deep in my bones there is no one else for me in this life.”

“To what Henry? To make a fool out of me once more? To show the world your power of forgiveness?”

“Be rational Y/N. I asked you to fucking marry me for god’s sake. I want you as my wife, to be by my side!”

Her throat dried at his words of admittance. It was still her dream too. When she closed her eyes YN pictured him in a wonderfully fitted tux waiting for her but now he had trampled her trust.

“I, I want to be the last person who ever kisses you… Please, hear me out. I know that sounds weird, like some sort of death threat.” Henry continued to stumble in attempt to find the words his brain was spewing; “This is it for me, darling.”

His words sunk into her encapsulating her very presence. It was everything and more she had craved to hear. But now his pretty words were tinged with guilt and cheapness leaving a bitter taste on her tongue.

“You’re not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I made you feel. And you’ve definitely proved that others can make you feel the same just as easily. Stop playing the victim. You did a shit thing and it kinda makes you a shit person now. The sooner you accept that the easier it will be to comes to terms with your new reality. The one without me in it.”

Before Henry fully processed her words, he suddenly felt an object being placed into his right palm. Her slender fingers atop his before throwing him a pitiful frown. Slowly prying his hand open, the glimmer of the engagement ring laid desolate as blood bombarded his eardrums. After all, how often do we get a second chance?

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i want more orimakki 😩 !!! pls answer these q's i rly wanna know 🥺

Flora I love you so MUCH oh my god thank you for feeding me TT-TT (also I'm ABSOLUTELY SENDING THIS BACK FOR YOU AND OSAMU I WANNA KNOWWWW)

I’m gonna answer these Interview style because it sounds fun to do and because I can😌

This ended up taking me SO long because, per usual, I got way too carried away lmao I'm so sorry

Makki is blue and I'm orange! (Interviewer is red lmao)

1. Who loves flower crowns more?

“Ori, for sure”

“I’m bad at making them though, so I make Hiro make them for me” 

Makki looks at her like😒 and she laughs - he bites back a smile.

2. Who is the one who likes to cuddle?

"Hiro, for sure - I get a little weird about physical affection"

"She hates me"

"That's not true bub, you're just so hot"

"Thanks babe, I think you're pretty cute too"

Ori rolls her eyes and elbows him. "Next question"

3. Who has awful taste in music?

*simultaneously* "Hiro" "Me"

4. Who is the meme lover?

"I run a relatively popular account on instagram"

"I wake up every day to at least 30 new memes that he's spammed my phone with"

5. How did their second date go?

Ori starts laughing as Makki groans.

"He tried to take me to a park for a picnic-"

"Listen it would have been romantic but there was this fucking-"

"raccoon coming to grab our food-"

"and of course Ori is a dumbass ("HEY") and was ready to pet the literal wild animal ("he was so cute :(") so I tried to like shoo it away but-"

"It bit him and we ended up just sharing a cheese stick in the hospital"

"It was a disaster, to say the least"

"It's still one of my favorite dates, though"

"You just like seeing me in pain"

Ori laughs. "Not True!"

6. How many children do they want/have?

"17"

"absolutely not"

"we've talked about having two, maybe three"

"with a couple years in between. Gotta make sure they bully each other. It's important for character growth"

"We'll be sure to bully the oldest so they're not a weirdo like their mom"

Ori nods in agreement.

7. Who hides the weapons?

"I have a knife collection, does that count? I keep them in a display case on the wall"

8. Who is the better dancer?

Makki laughs. "Oh, me for sure"

"YOU?"

"Have you seen your dancing babe?"

"Have you seen YOUR dancing? What the hell is this?" *imitates this god awful windmill move*

"...okay, valid. We're both bad."

9. Do/Did they have a theme wedding?

"We're not married, marriage is for chumps."

Makki sighs. "We're not married *yet*."

"Gross, tryna tie me down stinky?"

"Been trying for years, bub"

Ori blushes, and looks away to hide her smile.

"...maybe"

Makki grins and leans in. "What?"

"I said maybe. I just-"

"I know, baby. Maybe is all I need."

10. What do their parents think of them dating?

"My parents are in love with Ori."

"My parents love him too!"

"Even your dads?"

"Yeah, my dads love you"

"Your step dad doesn't seem to like me much"

Ori furrows her brows. "which one?"

"I'm sorry, did you say 'which one?'"

"Oh, sorry. I have three dads. My mom, my dad, and then their husbands"

"I don't know, your mom's husband doesn't seem like he's warmed up to me"

"It took him years to even warm up to me. He shared his pot roast recipe with you, remember? that was his seal of approval"

Ori giggles while Makki looks at her suspiciously but eventually mumbles "if you say so"

11. Are they a super sappy couple?

"She clowns the shit out of me whenever I try"

Ori laughs. "I'm sorry I just don't know how to act when I'm embarrassed"

"I'm trying to woo you, not embarrass you, you jackass"

"*woo* me?!" Ori cackles

"I don't know why I even try"

(She goes up to him later, and takes his face in her hands, her demeanor more serious than before

"Hey, bub. You know I don't mean *you* embarrass me right? I just get awkward about affection"

He sighs and nuzzles into her palm

"I know you didn't, it's ok. I just love you too much sometimes, and its hard to reel it in"

"I love you too. So so much"

"I am gonna ask you to marry me someday. You know that?"

"I know, and my simp ass is gonna say yes. How gross is that"

Makki rolls his eyes, a smile on his face

"So gross")

12. How did they get together?

"We danced around each other for like 2 years"

"it was painful"

"Iwaizumi finally beat the confidence into me enough to kiss her"

"I don't know that you ever actually asked me out"

"Really? Oh, well then, wanna date?"

"Nah, you're a little weird"

"Damn ok, guess I'll call Mattsun" Ori laughs

13. Who asked the other to get married?

*more gagging noises while Makki sighs*

"It'll be me, clearly"

14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

"Hiro. 100%"

"Hey, you stay up late too!"

"I know, but my jokes are always funny"

"rude"

15. Who is the nerd?

"Oh my god it's Ori"

"Hey, I converted you, fellow nerd. plus, you have a knife collection - if that's not nerd shit idk what is"

"touché"

16. Who knows the most obscure facts?

"Hiro"

"Did you know that penguins have knees?"

"I do now"

17. Who makes the other a flower crown?

"Hiro! His fingers are better suited for the weaving, I have weirdly small hands"

"Hey, I like your hands"

"Awh, babe<3"

18. Who likes to read?

"I do! If I'm not reading a physical book I'm always reading something on my phone!"

19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

Makki grins, pointing to himself while Ori shoots him a playful glare

20. Who tutors the other?

"Hiro is actually wicked smart. He an invaluable study buddy"

"Ori is the definition of a bimbo"

"Nah I'm the shebo, I'm not hot enough to make bimbo status"

"Excuse me? Consensus says you are both very hot AND definitely belonging in the bimbo category"

"Consensus? What consensus"

Makki smiles, a little too innocently. "Group Chat"

"Oh my god"

21. Do they have similar taste in movies?

"Ori enjoys literally everything so it's really easy to find common ground"

"We change it up a lot, but we're usually end up with either a horror movie or we binge an anime"

22. How do their personalities compliment each other?

"We're both fucking weirdos"

"Yeah, and Hiro's calm complements my loud - he grounds me when I need it"

"goes both ways - I get loud too. Feelings are loud sometimes and that's ok"

Ori snorts. "Ok, dr.phil"

23. How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?

"Is like, texting them an option?"

"We'll take em' out for breadsticks or something"

"Oh lets have them open up like a lil onesie, our moms would die"

Ori laughs "What's it gonna say on it"

"'You're both grandmas now. Congrats, you old bitches'"

Ori wheezes, folding in on herself in her seat

"That's so fucking stupid, we are absolutely doing that"

24. Who has better fashion sense?

"Look at us. Look at how we're dressed"

"There are holes in my shirt"

"and that's his nice shirt"

"In my defense, it had holes when I bought it"

"So holes are fashionable now?"

"Apparently"

"Hobo chic"

25. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

"Ori is a doormat-"

"RUDE"

"-Lemme finish babe - until it comes to her people. If someone's rude to me she is ready to throw hands in seconds flat"

"damn straight...would you fight for me?"

"Of course. you think I wouldn't?"

"Just making sure<3"

26. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle?

"EVERYTHING"

27. What other couple would your otp get along with?

Ori perks up "Flora and Osamu!!! I love the both of them so much, they're so cute together too"

"They're great people, plus Osamu gives us free food and honestly, what else do you need in a friend"

Ori slaps Makki's shoulder "Stop acting like you only like Osamu for his cooking"

"I'm only kidding!"

28. Who likes to prank the other?

"Ori does this thing where she'll do something nice for me and then go "get pranked!" when I notice"

"I do indeed do that"

"I am not kind. Sometimes I'll just, buy an air horn. And press it. while she's asleep."

Ori glares at Makki

"he does indeed do that"

29. Who is the one who loves to take pictures?

"I do"

"He's alwaysss taking pictures, but I hate getting my picture taken and he's super respectful of that"

"...yeah"

(Later, when Ori's stepped out for a minute

"I do take pics of her. She doesn't know it but I do"

Makki starts to show off an album full of candids of Ori

Makki sighs, a soft smile on his face "She's so pretty"

"Don't tell her about this please, she'll murder me")

30. How would they react if they found out they were soul mates?

"Oof"

"That's what you'd say? Oof?"

"It's an oof for you. stuck? with me? forever?"

"you doofus, there's no one else I'd rather have"

"you little fucker, you're gonna make me cry"

makki laughs and squeezes her hand "love you stinky"

Ori sniffles "Yeah I love you too I guess"

31. Where would they live?

"right now we live in an apartment in Osaka-"

"but eventually we wanna by a house. We're thinking of going back home to Miyagi"

"We miss the small town atmosphere"

32. What type of dragon would they own, if they could have one?

"oh my god, a little shoulder dragon would be so cute"

"ok but imagine how much money we'd save with something we could ride to work"

"shit, you're so right"

33. If they were both vampires, what type of vampires would they be?

"There are types of vampires?" looks to Makki, Makki shrugs

"Is dying an option?"

34. What would they dress up as, for Halloween?

"we do themed couple ones but like, not sexy ones"

"yeah, like for instance our friends went as a fireman and his girl was a dalmation, and we were-"

"bob ross and his panting!"

"...she was bob ross"

"this year I'm trying to get him to dress as mothman so I can dress up as a lamp"

35. Can they name each other’s favourite food?

"Ori loves chicken to the point where it's almost concerning"

"Hiro likes cream puffs"

"No no, they're Profiteroles"

"they're the same thing babe"

"but profiteroles sound so much fancier"

36. Do they have pet names for one another?

"The usual"

"Babe, baby-"

"stinky, fuckass-"

"bubs-"

"doofus, dumbass, nerd"

"nothing crazy"

37. How do they cheer each other up?

"I swear to god he's a psychic - he always knows exactly what I need. Sometimes I need space, sometimes I just need a hug, other times he'll have a whole self care night in prepared for me when I get home"

"Ori always knows what to do. She's not a snuggler but she will let me hold her for hours if it meant making me feel better. Honestly most of the time she holds me because - well, boobs"

"Takahiro!"

Makki laughs and jerks away as she pinches his side

38. Do they show a lot of PDA?

"I think we're not too bad. We hold hands, I'll give her the occasional kiss. She lets me wrap my arm around her sometimes"

"These questions are making me feel like a bad girlfriend. Let? :("

"hush, you're the best. You think I'd stick around if you were a bad girlfriend? Do you know how obsessed with you I am? The boys clown me for never shutting up about you even after all this time"

*Ori buries her face in her hands to hide the blush* "Oh my god you're so lame"

"That's her way of saying she loves me too :)"

39. How old were they when they got together?

"I was 22, Ori was 20"

"holy shit, almost four years?"

"Yep"

"wow"

40. Who is the one that would bring the puppy home?

"Me!"

"She's done it before. She named her Ripley"

41. Can they do yoga couple’s poses?

both start cackling "Absolutely not. We can try but it would be a disaster"

42. What is their song?

"Oh its-"

Castaways from the Backyardigans starts playing from Makki's phone as he grins.

"-our song is not Castaways, Hiro"

"It could be. We could decide it is right now"

"We are not making our song Castaways"

"oh c'moooonnnnn, it's a bop!"

Ori laughs "Its-"

"Your song by Elton John. It was playing when we kissed for the first time"

Ori covers her smile with her hand, her eyes soft as she looks at Makki

43. What does their room look like?

"A mess right now, Ori had to find an outfit for today so there are clothes everywhere"

Ori grins sheepishly

44. Who would be the one to kill zombies while the other keeps them grounded?

"Hiro would probably do the killing, I would be moral support"

"I dunno babe, I think if you snapped you could totally become a badass"

"You think so?"

"Hell yeah, I've seen you get mad at Mattsun enough times to know you can get scary as hell when you wanna"

45. Who makes the other breakfast in bed?

"we've done it for each other, it depends on the day to be honest"

46. Who loves kids more?

"Ori"

"But the kids LOVE Hiro so much its crazy, and he's so good with them"

"I like kids well enough but they're so rude and for what"

"I find their lack of filter funny!"

"If you ever feel your ego is too big, just talk to a seven year old. They'll drag to hell and back with no hesitation"

47. Do either of them have a crazy ex?

"I dunno. Do you?"

"No. Do you?"

"Nope"

"Cool"

48. What are their favourite colours?

"Hiro's is this very specific red color"

"Ori doesn't have one, it changes all the time"

"this is true"

49. Who likes to cook?

"Oh I love cooking!"

"She does majority of the cooking but we sometimes cook together"

"he is utter chaos in the kitchen but we always have a good time, even if he make my blood pressure go through the roof"

50. Who is the forgetful one?

"Hey Ori, what'd you have for breakfast this morning."

"I- um. An Iced Coffee?"

"Final answer?"

"....yes"

"Bzzzt. Wrong. You had cereal :)"

51. Does either of them know how to fight?

"I don't mean to brag, but I've taken Tai chi lessons"

"Babe, you signed up for those lessons after we binged Avatar, and you only went to four of those classes before quitting because it was too hard"

"Those four lessons taught me enough to kick someone's ass for you though"

Ori laughs "I'm sure they did"

52. What do they do for Valentines Day?

"We have this tradition of going to the store and each of us take turns blindly picking out snacks, pajamas, and either a movie/video game/or craft project and we stay in and have a little pamper day"

"we also absolutely RAID the store next day when the candy is half off"

53. Who swears more?

"We both swear a lot to be honest"

"Oh my god we're so bad"

54. Who has the better comebacks?

"Hiro, 100%"

"Ori is quick too though"

"But you go right for the jugular"

"I'm not mean to you though"

"Oh no! I just mean with others, like Oikawa - you drag that man within an inch of his life"

Makki laughs "Oh ok yeah that's fair"

55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale?

"Me. Like I said, Ori is a doormat. She is so afraid of confrontation someone could literally spit on her and she'd apologize to them"

"It sounds so bad when you put it like that"

56. Who reads buzzfeed?

"Hiro says he does them ironically, but I'll be reading something on my phone and he'll start asking me obscure questions, and then I realize he's trying to get me to build a smoothie so he can find out with 'Desperate Houswife' I am"

"She got Gabrielle"

"Which isn't even accurate, I'm totally more of a Susan"

"You have some of Gabrielle's spice, though"

"What did you get?"

"Me? oh, I got Lynette"

"kinda accurate, actually"

57. Who is the hopeless romantic?

"I am, she makes fun of me but I know she loves it"

"I do, honestly"

58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand?

"I do!"

59. Who can rap better?

"oh god, neither of us"

"speak for yourself"

"go on babe, rap for them"

"...well I can't right now"

"exactly"

60. Do either of them want to go sky diving?

"I'd be down"

"I love the idea of it but oof, I'm too chicken shit"

61. What do they usually text about?

Makki pulls out his phone

"'hey babe, we're out of eggs' - that was Ori"

"'dog' - with a pic attached of said dog, that was from me"

"11/10, 'I hope he knows what a good boy he is', that was Ori's response"

"Then Ori ranted to me about Uraraka's character development"

"the wasted potential is appalling"

"absolutely it is. 3 hours later, from me - 'I forgot eggs'"

62. Who is the dramatic one?

"me, for sure"

"She's self aware though so its not so bad"

63. Is either one confrontational?

"Not really? We both avoid confrontation whenever possible. If something needs to be said though, I don't really have any reservations about it"

64. What is their favourite cuddle position?

"Me as the big spoon, I much prefer holding him I think, its less hot that way"

"Plus, boobs :3"

Ori groans as Makki laughs "I hate you"

65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)?”

"Ooooh thats a toughie, we listen to so much"

66. What are their parenting styles?

"I tend to be the bad guy"

"That's not true!"

"Why do you think kids like you better? I'm the one who makes them eat veggies for a snack and you bribe them with ice cream"

"I promise we'll share the bad guy role when we have our own"

Ori narrows her eyes at Makki, sticking her tongue out at him "we better"

67. Who would be the more laid back one?

"Hiro, I get wound like a fucking top sometimes"

"You stress easily, but its ok, when you're stressed you get mean and its kinda hot"

"I'm glad my breakdowns are sexy to you"

Makki laughs "You know that's not what I meant"

68. Who listens to more vulgar music?

"Ehh, neither of us really"

"not our jam"

69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

"...do you?"

"....no"

"That was suspish"

"I'm sorry did you just say 'suspish'?"

"don't change the subject! what are you hiding?"

"Nothing!! I swear"

"Pinky?"

"Pinky"

(later, while Ori's out of the studio, he shows a picture of the ring to the camera.

"So, yeah. There is one secret. I'm really bad at lying though so let's not put me on the spot like that anymore please" The man looks d a m p with sweat lmao)

70. Who is their go to couple for a double date?

"FLOSAMU, 100%. We're overdue too, I miss them!"

71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date?

"Generously"

"If you don't tip you're a jackass"

72. How do they work out a fight?

"Communication is key. We often give each other the silent treatment but it usually is just to clear our heads so we can come back to talk it out"

"He's so mature when it comes to our relationship. The way he takes charge when I'm flailing and don't know what to do or how to proceed is so sexy" Ori starts fanning herself as if to emphasis her point, a teasing grin plastered on her face

73. Who brings home an illegal pet?

"Hiro will bring anything home if it's injured. It could be a snake and if he's worried its hurt I will come home to it in the bath"

"you gotta save the animals, babe"

"Most people would call a wildlife facility though, not take them to their tiny city apartment"

74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on?

"I sleep on the left! I don't think either of us are particularly picky about it though"

"We usually wake up sprawled anyway with no clear sign of where we were before"

75. What is their favorite photo of them two together?

"There's a picture someone took of us dancing at a wedding. Ori is mid laugh in that photo and she's just - shit, she's so pretty."

"Hiro what the fuck why are you so sappy today"

"I dunno - I just think you're neat"

Ori's lips tremble a tiny bit. She sniffles. "It's my favorite photo too."

76. Who takes longer in the bathroom?

"Oh my god-"

"Okay-"

"SHE TAKES FOREVER"

"OKAY, LISTEN-"

"SHE ONLY GOES ON TIKTOK WHEN SHE GOES TO THE BATHROOM"

"I JUST GO THROUGH MY NOTIFICATIONS"

"SHE IS NEVER - STOP HITTING ME - SHE IS NEVER QUICKER THAN 30 MINUTES"

"YOU ARE SO DRAMATIC"

"DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON SHOWERS"

77. Who has more songs on their ipod?

"Hiro, I kinda keep to the stuff I know, while he's constantly adding new music"

78. What movie did they first see together?

"Uhhh I think it was-"

"It was Princess Mononoke, you were appalled when I said I hadn't seen it yet"

"Honestly I still am. How do you go through 20 years of your life without having seen Princess Mononoke?" Ori shrugs

79. What do they like to see each other in?

"nothing"

"not sure what I expected, really"

"I mean was there really any other answer?"

80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times?

"Oh god. Both of us. We are so terrible"

"Sometimes Ori will nudge me if I'm being especially bad but she is usually the one egging me on because there is nothing cuter than her trying to hold in a laugh"

81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children?

"We started talking about it a few months ago"

"It wouldn't be any time soon either, its just discussing the topic so we know where each of us stand"

"Yeah, there's still a lot for us to figure out"

"Like, you know, finances and getting married and stuff"

Ori bites her lip "...yeah, and stuff."

82. What do they love about each other the most?

"It's probably a cop out to say everything"

"please, you don't love everything, I'm a mess"

"but you're MY mess" Ori smiles and kicks him playfully

"This is going to sound super cheesy, but I just love his heart? He's loves so loudly and so wholly. With everyone and everything around him. He's just such a good person and it's insane to think he somehow chose to be with me, a human dumpster"

"You were so romantic until you called yourself a dumpster"

"It was getting too soft, I gotta keep my bruh girl reputation"

"You're such a dork"

83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details?

"I think we're both kind of big picture people"

"No, babe, you are obsessive over minute details"

"No I'm not!"

"Everything takes you twice as long because you are constantly quadruple checking if its ok"

"..."

"and you get so stressed when you're given a project or a problem that's even the tiniest bit vague"

"well, I-"

"And don't even get me started on when you're cleaning, you always take forever because you go through every single item you've ever owned even if you know you're gonna toss or keep it"

"Okay, I feel really attacked right now" Makki laughs

84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary?

"I usually go with a tried and true mixture of sappy and funny. I post a couple photo of us that I like or just a standalone of him and I give a cute little snippet talking about how lucky I am"

"Every year I just go on a rant about how much I love her. I'm always overwhelmed on anniversaries so I keyboard smash my way through the post."

85. Who is bad at math?

"Me, I don't understand any of it. Hiro is actually pretty good at it though"

86. Who googles everything?

"I've caught her trying to google where her glasses are"

"OKAY to be FAIR I was googling to see what the most likely places would be, it was just to give me ideas"

"And where were they?"

"*sigh* in the fridge"

"why?"

"because I was on autopilot and I assumed it was the butter"

87. Who does stuff on impulse?

"Oh, me. Ori does sometimes but she always regrets whatever she impulse did"

"its normally shopping and then I'm sad because I'm broke again"

88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

"honestly? We learned this the hard way, but...just being there, letting them know they can lean on you when they need to. Being a pillar and giving them the space and comfort to let them tell you what they need and how you can help. Communication is so important in a relationship"

"You said you learned that the hard way? What do you mean by that?"

Ori and Makki share a look

"It's a long story. Another time, maybe"

89. What is an inside joke they have?

They both immediately start laughing

"Are you also thinking-"

"Yes! What about-"

"*incoherent wheezing*"

"well there's the-"

"or the-"

"oh my god remember-"

all the sentences go unfinished, laughter dissolving any chance of you ever figuring any of them out.

90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

"I think its mutual, sometimes we will literally just look at each other and we'll smile without even realizing it."

"We're so gross"

"Ugh, I know." But they smile at each other

91. What is their favourite holiday?

"New years! Christmas is always nice but its stressful with gift giving. New years is always stress free and a good time, plus Ori loves visiting the shrines the next day"

"It's so peaceful, and seeing everyone pay their respects fills me with an overwhelming appreciation for humanity."

92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive?

Ori pouts.

"I'm the angry one. I know I am. I'm a menace"

"You're not a menace babe, you just feel a little more than others"

"Are you like high right now or something? What has got you so wise and therapist-y"

"Love." Makki wiggles his eyebrows as she scoffs, her soft giggles betraying the eye roll

93. What is their favourite board game to play?

"Clue!"

94. Who accidentally sets something on fire?

"Okay, it's me, it's happened more than once too"

"She doesn't know the first thing about safety in the kitchen"

"I want to argue so bad but I just know I can't" she sighs

95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store?

"I'm robbing. Ori would get distracted"

"valid"

96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert?

"Mother Mother"

"It was INSANE"

97. Who sleep talks?

"Hiro does" Ori starts giggling, pulls up the sleep app on her phone

"Wanna listen?"

98. Who is the more social one?

"Oh, me, definitely. She is more talkative but Ori rarely initiated conversation with new people or if she's in a new environment at all"

99. What are their karaoke songs?

"I have to be absolutely trashed before we even attempts Karaoke but we do a duet and its either Bohemian Rhapsody or one of our cheesy love songs"

100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?

"Hiro!! He does it all the time and I love him for it"

"Awh, love you too babe"

"And that's a wrap!"

Makki looks at Ori, grabbing her hand and instinctively intertwining their hands together. "Ready to go, stinky?"

Ori smiles, bringing their entangled hands up to lips as she presses a soft kiss to his skin.

"Ready."

#orimakki #whispers #familiars #flora #this was so fun and it took me SO LONG because i decided to make it stupid complicated lmao #but I'm so happy with it its cheesy as hell and I don't even care lmao #thank you for sending this in flora!! sweet angel you are too good to me :D<3

[lampmeeting]

what are your headcanons for magnus's backstory? i really enjoy picking apart underdeveloped villains to see what makes them tick and building up backstory that Explains why they do the shit they do and... you seem to also have many thoughts about magnus

ohhh!! yes i have thoughts! :D i still haven’t delved super in-depth into his past but here’s some VERY LONG messy, rambly stuff that’s like partially ideas i’ve had already and partially things i’m pulling right out of my ass (seriously this is long i’m sorry haha)

first big thing is that his dad was a really loving, warm person. just a big tall friendly dude, kind of a free spirit, also a veteran (fought in korea maybe? i think that timing would work out if magnus was born in the early 60s). he died in a motorcycle accident when magnus was like 9 or 10. maybe magnus was on the bike with him but survived, not sure how sad i wanna go here. his mom, who had always struggled with depression, fell into a really dark period and magnus tried to be there for her but he was just a grieving little kid. :( 

he has an older half-sister from his dad’s first marriage, and she was about 17 when he died and then left the family because she couldn’t deal with it (i don’t think magnus really reconnects with her in any significant way until after dethklok kicks him out).

i’m lifting this straight from marc maron but he’s jewish since his mother was jewish. his mom wasn’t religious though (at least when he was younger). about a year or so after his dad’s passing, though, his mom meets a man through her job and ultimately marries him. magnus’ step-dad is just...awful. very strict catholic. very controlling of his mom. the guy has magnus baptized shortly after the marriage. magnus goes through a really intense satanism phase in his teens as a way to rebel (this is also when he gets into metal - it’s the mid-70s so alice cooper and black sabbath are his faves). even as an adult magnus has a weird, complicated relationship with religion. he’d call himself an atheist but he has periods when he’s more of a misotheist and then other periods where he’s, like, afraid of god. it’s all very complicated.

after high school he decides to enlist in the army just like his dad did. he has no fucking idea what to do with himself so he thinks if it worked for his dad, it’ll work for him. wrong haha, he hates it. he picked up smoking and drinking in his teens, but the army amps those vices up to 11 and he starts experimenting with drugs too, mostly acid. surprise surprise, he gets in trouble for buying shit off-base from an undercover cop, and he’s dishonorably discharged. :O

his step-dad doesn’t allow him to come live back home after that, and his mom just defers to him now, so magnus spends a while living out of his truck. it’s a bleak time. he’s in his early 20s. all he’s got is his car and his guitar and a few other possessions. starts busking. for him, it’s humiliating work. spends most of his money on cigarettes and alcohol. somehow he ends up gigging at a local dive bar and gets a job washing dishes in the back. over the next few years he’s in and out of various bands, but he never really saves enough money to get a place. it’s kind of his weird secret, that he’s still living in the truck. he has a few relationships with various people, some bandmates, some fans, one coworker. they only ever last a couple months or so until they get too close and magnus starts itching to be by himself again, even though he’s miserable alone. but that’s preferable to having someone in his space all the time, knowing his business.

it’s during this time, too, that he picks up his heroin habit from a bandmate (that’s why the band dissolved, they all got addicted) but he tells himself he’s got it under control (the mental gymnastics with this man...). eventually he decides he’s done with bands, he’s just gonna play solo since he’s obviously more talented than anyone he could possibly play with. makes a pretty good name for himself, plays some local events, has a few solo albums that do all right, but no mainstream attention or anything.

it’s pickles who reaches out to him when magnus is in his early 30s (it’s like 1994 or something). wants to know if he’s at all interested in going back to his metal roots because they just had to get rid of their previous lead guitarist due to heroin addiction. magnus admits he’s interested, comes to a practice session. the guys are all phenomenal, and magnus sees some serious dollar signs. dethklok starts getting huge pretty quickly after that. they ditch their older manager at magnus’ insistence that he’s holding them back, and pickles knows a guy and gets him on board (hello charlie!). they all buy into a huge apartment so they can live and practice in the same place. there’s talk of a recording contract. everything’s looking up, even if they’re all starting to bicker behind the scenes.

it’s around this time that magnus hears from his step-dad that his mother died. a month ago. it was a lovely funeral, but he didn’t want magnus there due to his history with drugs, didn’t want him to make a scene and “act crazy”. after that magnus begins to slip. his addiction and depression spiral. he’s blowing up at people left and right, feels out of control. the only thing he thinks he can control is the band, and his grip tightens hard. he butts heads with pickles quite a bit, who definitely suspects something bad is up with him. magnus fears there’s talk of getting rid of him, and his paranoia makes him try to assert even more control.

finally we reach That Night. we know what goes down. magnus finds himself kicked out with his gear, homeless again, face busted. he gets in his truck, shoots up, goes for a drive for a while, feels good. when he comes down, though, he’s furious and his face fucking hurts and he wants to fucking kill something. he drives back to the apartment, finding everyone either out or asleep. he makes a move for nathan’s bedroom door, intent on finishing the job, but he doesn’t. and then he just gets pissed off at himself, wrecks up the place, and drives away again. he keeps telling himself he should just drive off the road and end it, but he doesn’t, and when he crosses state lines into new mexico he realizes he’s been driving to his half-sister’s house this whole time. they’d talked occasionally over the years but not much, but the moment he knocks on her door she takes him in with no questions asked. he doesn’t want any doctors so she just tends to his face as best she can, and when he starts to detox she looks after him. his sister makes her living as a reiki healer and is super into crystals and meditation and stuff, so while he’s living with her she tries to help him get his energies all aligned and whatnot hahaha... she’s also a recovered addict so no alcohol or drugs in the house. it’s a really weird time for magnus, but it’s good too. he probably ends up living with her for a few years, just keeping a low profile, playing guitar, trying to heal from shit.

dethklok gets huge very, very quickly. he tries not to pay attention but soon enough he’s seeing billboards for their album and tour, interviews on TV, magazine covers. a documentary comes out on MTV about the history of the band, and there’s a whole section about magnus with photos of him and people talking about how angry and controlling he was. they interview the band, people he played with in the past, old flames. his sister says she was approached for it, but she declined to comment. magnus is distraught, and almost overnight every time he goes into town for anything someone recognizes him and gives him shit (or worse, recognizes him and wants him to tell them all about dethklok). he gets things thrown at him, gets his tires slashed, gets approached for sex but only because of his connection to the band. dethklok fans at this point are getting even more zealous.

he has a really bad night and considers just shaving his head and beard so he won’t be recognized, but he can’t bring himself to do it. he starts drinking again, hiding it from his sister, and eventually just leaves in the middle of the night without a word. calls her in the morning when he reaches a stopping place, apologizes, confesses he’s off the wagon. she wires him some money, a pretty significant amount, and tells him to get an apartment and take care of himself. magnus, surprisingly, does just that. he feels it’s the least he can do to repay her kindness.

he still drinks, but i don’t think he gets back into drugs until he starts doing the rock camp thing years later. being around those old washed-up musicians and being “ex-dethklok guitarist magnus hammersmith” makes him feel like shit, even if the money is good, and most of these dudes are still using. heroin’s not chic anymore, though, it’s all about pills.

the assassin knows exactly what he’s doing when he shows himself to magnus on the anniversary of his mother’s death. offers him a chance to take his life back, to help change the world, to make sure dethklok gets what’s coming to them once and for all. magnus had all but given up hope on ever escaping from their shadow, but this...the assassin makes some sense, so in the middle of the night he agrees, and in the morning he finds an address scrawled on the wall in blood. and the rest is history i suppose. :’)

#magnus hammersmith #i've been plugging away at this for a while sorry it's so long again ahhhhhh #some of this might change eventually i dunno!! #this is what i've got right now though #tw suicide #just in case #this gets a little grim :\ #i mean this is magnus we're talking about #my writing #and-die-in-the-west

[bnhablessings]

I was thinking about a one-shot in a modern AU where Mina is a really successful fashion designer and fem!Reader works at some lame retail job but dreams of becoming a model. That's all I really have for a concept and was hoping to leave the rest up to you haha. My bi-ass heart needs more best girl content;;

Challenge accepted for taking this anywhere. Mina deserves love and it is my first female character request so thank you omg. I have been waiting for this moment.

I use everyone’s last names but with Mina, I always use her first name, yes I know that it looks weird because of that haha

Warnings: All characters are aged up, Fluff and silliness, just a wee little bit of angst

Words: 2693

Ashido Mina x Female Reader

The clock seems to take forever as your shift comes to a close. Soon, just soon you can go home and have the next day off. You desperately needed it. This week and the hours here have been so long. If only some entity would have mercy on you for things to by faster.

Unfortunately, you were tasked with dealing with the last three customers before closing time. Your manager of course already dealing with the cash registers, not in use, and fixing up the store. Your eyes remained glue to the three adults that seem your age. They looked awfully familiar too.

“Dude! Look, look! I fucking told you she would grow! She has her own section here,” The black-haired male states.

The redhead looks to be entranced and the dorky blond with them starts to take photos immediately. You gave them a few minutes but now… It appears they have no sense of the time. Or they don’t care about making the employee suffer.

“Kaminari, you’re smallest of us, you should try on the clothes for her. Don’t you think so Sero?” The redhead asks with a stunning smile.

Sero just snickers and Kaminari seems to actually consider the idea. Not wanting them to risk endangering the clothing you are quick to sneak up behind them and speak.

“Is there something you are looking for in particular?” You force a smile that shows the exhaustion you are feeling.

However, they seem dense to your state as all three of them share a look and somehow come up with an idea. It’s written all over their faces and somehow you fear they are all sharing one singular brain cell between them.

“What the hell is taking you guys so long?” A new voice questions behind you.

It nearly made you wet yourself from how aggressive the voice is and how it came from out of nowhere. However, when you turn around to see the person you smile from seeing the familiar face. “Kaachan!”

You ignore the wince Bakugou makes from the nickname and throw your arms around him. To your surprise, he doesn’t push you away at all. Instead, he returns the hug but with complete rigidness.

“What? You know the pretty lady?” Kaminari asks.

You ignore the flirty tone he uses as Bakugou nods his head. He really has changed a lot from the last time you saw him in your primary school years. He’s not as… aggressive. It’s still there but he appears more gentle.

“Yeah. She’s my childhood friend. (Nickname), these are the stupid extras I’ve hung out with during high school,” Bakugou says looking away.

You can see he truly cares for them. You also realize that is why they all look familiar. You recognize them from Bakugou’s social media posts and tags he was included in.

The redhead smiles even brighter (somehow that seems so impossible from how smiley he already is). He shares his idea that the other two boys had with him earlier. “Well, I am Kirishima. That is Kaminari and Sero. Right when you asked us if we were looking for anything particular we had an idea! We were wondering if you would be willing to try on some of these clothes for us. You see our friend loves this brand and wasn’t able to come shopping with us-“

Bakugou is already trying to disuse the idea planted within their heads. The whole thing is rather endearing. It’s been a while since you last saw a group of adult friends like this. It definitely reminds of your high school days.

“Don’t say anymore. I would love to model for you guys. It will have to real quick though we are closing soon,” You state.

The three boys cheer with victory as Bakugou just huffs. The three choose a few pairs of clothing to mix and match before sending you off to the dressing room. Bakugou thankfully keeping your manager busy and away with his glare. Like the manager even cares.

In the dressing room, you observe the clothing brand they want you to try. The brand name is Ashido but the name is in a heart. It was cute. The clothing itself is to die for if you were being honest. It wasn’t exactly cheap but not too expensive either. From the clothing, they gave you it looks as if the designer was trying to aim for a cool “hip” chic design. Almost tomboyish but could be matched with other clothing to find a perfect match for someone’s personal taste.

It honestly makes your chest start to bloom with excitement.

Your personal dream of becoming a model trying to rise with each passing moment of putting on the clothes. You manage to ignore it until you come out of the dressing room and all four boys’ mouths drop open.

It takes a few seconds before one of them manages to snap the photo. “Holy fuck, you look gorgeous!” Kaminari states.

“Here try a few more poses than one more outfit, please! We owe you one for this!” Kirishima says trying to get the heat he’s feeling on his cheeks to go away.

You shrug but do as asked and honestly you live for it. They start hyping you up and you end up trying on two more outfits. Time passed by the blink of an eye and your heart wanted to burst from how much fun you were having with this small group.

Eventually, though, all good things have to come to an end. Bakugou breaks things up from becoming too restless which is good since your manager was now giving you the even eye. You looked at the time and saw it was half an hour past closing. Oops.

You are quick to change to your clothing and kick them out with a goodbye, clocking out, and apologizing to your irritated manager. Thankfully you get off with just a warning since you both have a good relationship with each other which is all just bonding over the sadness of working at this stressful job.

By the time you reach your car you get a message from a number, you don’t know and a smile spreads on your face as you see it’s signed from Bakugou.

Bakugou: *Sent Image* You don’t look half bad. Sorry, those damn extras took their time.

That was it but it made you happy to see that Bakugou has grown from such an intolerable little brat to a little bit hostile but tolerable man. And his friends? You already adore them but too bad it was only for a moment.

The new thought makes your heart have that sinking feeling and gives you a small feeling of dread. You quickly try to reverse the thought. Tomorrow you get your day off!

“Then it is back to the normal schedule,” You mutter.

Wow… There goes for trying to be positive. You rest your head for a moment on the steering wheel before gathering yourself together.

~*~

“Whoa! Who is she?! She’s so pretty! Look at her! Look at my clothing! They fit her so well she could be a model!” Mina states while holding onto her phone with an inhuman grip.

The pictures Kirishima sent were spectacular.

Kirishima laughs and points to their blond friend. “You got lucky then. Kaminari was the one ready to model your clothing. You’re getting pretty big with your name out there, keep it up, bro!” He says happily.

“Yeah, I would’ve been a great model too! You two joining us. It’s been a while since we all played a game,” Kaminari says changing the subject as he pulls out a few remotes to his console.

The two ignore him and Sero is the one to take a remote while speaking up. “That girl though? She was so cute and nice! You would’ve liked her Mina.”

Mina nods with excitement as she observes your features in the picture. “Oh my god. I just had a great idea! She should actually model for my designs!”

“Really? Are they hiring?” Kirishima asks.

Mina can feel the excitement grow as she latches onto the idea. She replies to his question, “Well sort of! I need to get my designing team in on it but once they agree they’ll hire her. We need her to create a portfolio though…”

“Why not go and ask her?” Kaminari asks.

The suggestion makes Mina feel rather light and fuzzy and the desire to recruit this astonishing female is too strong. Of course, her three close friends had to crush her hope immediately. “I don’t know man, isn’t that weird? Shouldn’t you get to know her first? See what type of worker she is?” Kirishima questions.

“I don’t know. If Bakugou was that nice to her I think that is equivalent to being an amazing worker.”

Mina decides to ignore them now. With one final look at the photo, a feeling of giddiness enters her. It’s final. She decided that this beautiful girl is going to be her model! Of course, that means she has to have her roommates take her to the store. So that is exactly what they do the next day.

The group minus Bakugou went straight there to look for her only to see that she wasn’t there. They did ask if she was working today from the employees saying they aren’t allowed to disclose any information.

“Well, what about the manager working last night? I would like to report him for…” Kaminari starts only to not come up with anything.

It was truly a good try but nothing came from it. They are on the verge of giving up when (Name) herself comes out of the employees’ area with a small box in her arms and her eyes slightly red and puffy from obvious crying.

~*~

You hate getting all emotional but truly you have a good reason. You just wish you could hold it in longer. The slight sniffling is the dead giveaway that you are coming close to crying. The feeling worsens only slightly upon seeing the familiar faces from last night with a brand new face.

However, you don’t interact with them all and even ignore their concerned looks.

You can’t talk when you are on the verge of tears so you rush past them and ignore their calls. Without any second thoughts, you hop into the car of your friend’s and start bawling your eyes out as he starts to take you home.

Thankfully, he doesn’t say a word until he reaches your place. Though you can feel his dread and worry for you that is practically leaking from him.

“Do you want me to come in and make you a warm beverage?”

You shake your head and hold the box tightly. “No thank you. You driving me home was enough for me. Thank you so much Izuku. You’re my best friend and you’re always there for me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” You are quick to give him a brief hug so you don’t worry him any further.

Then you leave his car and disappear into your apartment where you feel the dread of what happened sinking in. Not knowing what else to do you go into defense mode and curl up into a blanket on the couch.

You are unsure how much time passes by but when you do come to it is because someone is knocking on your door. The knocks are gentle before turning harsh. There are multiple voices and that confuses you until you open the door.

Bakugou stands in the doorway and he is quick to say, “Sorry these damn extras wanted to come over and stupid Deku told me the address.”

The other three boys give you the puppy eyes, begging to know what happened. The girl with them stares at you with curiosity and concern. You invite them all in deciding the company is worth it rather than the dread you would feel by yourself.

“I got fired. So did my manager.”

All of them fall silent as they suddenly piece together what happened. “It’s our fault,” Kirishima murmurs.

You shake your head. “No. It was my fault. To be honest, the management team was looking for any excuse to get rid of a few employees. Not my loss but the panic of not having a job is slowly setting in. I’ll be fine but it is a bit scary.”

They stay silent not knowing what to say. That is until Bakugou stands up. “C’mon, let’s leave them to talk.”

The three perk up making you confused and a bit worried until the girl smiles at you. Her pink locks bring out the brightness of her smile and ease your discomfort. As soon as you hear the door close the girl takes a seat close to you and puts out her hand.

“Ashido Mina! Apologies for the late introduction but I wish to be your friend! That and I went to the store earlier because I saw the pictures of you trying on the clothing I made and I want to offer you a job as a model!” Mina states.

You need a moment to process this. It is obvious as you just stare at her with an expression of a fish. She laughs lightly at this but waits for a reply with the patience of an angel.

“Well nice to meet you Ashido. You probably know already but my name is (Last Name) (First Name). I didn’t realize that you were the designer of the clothes. That’s pretty cool but… You want me to be model them?” Your voice shows an obvious lack of confidence.

That is no problem to Mina. You are a beauty and she is going to make it her goal to prove it to you. She nods her head eagerly. “Yes! My breath was literally taken away for a moment when I saw the photos. I… Think you should be the face of my brand! My team is already on board so you are practically hired! I wouldn’t be your boss either but a co-worker so we can still have fun! We would just need to create a portfolio of you modeling the clothing and other clothes to send to my boss but besides that, you are in only if you want!”

It… Is a lot of information but your heart starts to pound. It’s the same feeling you got last night when the boys hyped you up. Clarity seems to wipe over you for a moment and it feels like the turn of events were meant to happen just for this moment.

You agree.

Mina jumps up and down before pulling you into a very much needed hug on your part. She is then quick to pull away after realizing what she has down. Her own heart feels like she’s drinking a bunch of energy drinks from how fast it is beating.

“I, oh wow. I don’t want to push my luck but I feel like I have to. I want to get to know you of course as friends would but to celebrate you being hired when you do, I was wondering if you would like to celebrate with a date? Oh my god, sorry that must be weird and too straightforward-“

You shut her up by laughing. It made her wince before she realizes your laughter isn’t one of malice. It is one of joy.

“I don’t think it is weird at all. I do want to take it slow of course but I think I already like you from what I’ve seen. We’ll see where it goes… But… Ashido, thank you for taking an interest in me. It means a lot.”

You two have a moment, sharing a smile with each other before sadly it is ruined by the door awkwardly opening and three out of four boys peek in who have eavesdropped on what was said. Mina’s face turns a deep red before you just burst out laughing again.

You are honestly so glad those three came into your work last night.

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[iwritethat]

Wally West: One

A/N: This was a detour from what I was doing. Oops.

Warnings: None

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"M'gann?"

"Yes."

"The cute alien chic?" You thought of the girl, clarifying it was indeed the correct one.

"Yes."

"And you're sure this one is the one because you said that 3 girls ago."

"Yes... I mean no, I don’t know - look can you please help me (Y/n)." Wally playfully pleaded with you like he’d done on multiple occaisions prior to this and you could only shrug in defeat.

"Sure but my conditions remain the same."

"I know, no bragging, pizza on me, you pick the film for the next 3 weeks."

"And?" You mockingly coaxed, knowing how much the next particular demand pained him which was evident in his deadpan but reluctant tone.

"And no mocking your dates."

"Good."

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The following day you’d stategically accompanied Kid Flash on a visit to Mount Justice, the sight of you two together was no surprise to Robin, Aqualad nor Speedy though the remainder were intrigued by the mysterious stranger so Wally proudly made introductions.

"Hey M'gann, Conner, this is (Y/n)."

"Ah, this is who you love so much to talk about!" The Martian beamed grasping your hands as you shot a glare to a flustered Wally, the guy sheepishly running a hand through his strands.

"Is this your... girlfriend?" Superboy casually inquired after thinking of the correct terminology, yet again leaving you to wonder what your friend has been saying about you in your absence - also considering the implication this’d have on your scheme.

"No! Definitely not! I'm totally single, just because I've told you about (Y/n) doesn't mean we're dating. We're not dating by the way." Wally briskly recovered, blush fading as he emphasised his point specifically for the sake of M'gann.

"Nice to meet you both. Ah Kaldur!" You lit up once seeing the Atlantean, immediately embracing his form just as he did to you in hopes of catching up with him.

"It's been a while (Y/n), you look well."

"(Y/n) is here? Looking as lovely as ever, surprised you're still hanging with Wally though, you're way out of his league." Robin proudly joked as he walked toward you, genuinely happy to see you again and a girl called Artemis agreed with him despite only recently learning your name - supposedly teasing Wally was a commodity amount the Team.

"I'm here for training, Canary said she'd activated the sparring platform so I wanted to test it." With a content shrug you set your plan in motion, gesturing over to the designated area as indication.

Now you were very well trained, the team knew that so it wasn't a surprise when every single member landed with a 'FAIL' until Wally challenged your winning streak. You went two rounds, the first you played to his strengths allowing him to take you down with his speed and received the only 'PASS' of the day. M'gann cheered, flying over with questions and compliments whilst you comfortably sat up and proudly watched Wally bask in the desired attention. Meanwhile got to your feet, brushing yourself only to be met with a smirking Robin beside your figure.

"I know what you're doing and you are good at it, but I don't think it's gonna work."

"Does it ever work with Wally? He's never met a girl he's really caught deep feelings for but I'm only in it for the free food he's promised me." Came your knowing reply, softly smirking at Robin who seemed to disagree but accepted your justification nonetheless.

"There is one y'know..."

"Hey (Y/n) ready to get your ass whooped by the best there is? Fastest kid alive babe." The speedster smugly gained your deadly gaze, his boasting violating the agreement you’d struck less than 24 hours ago and thus not giving you a chance for Robin to elaborate like you’d wished.

This time you would not allow him a victory, like the others you took him out with a mischievous smile and then crouched over his waist whilst he leaned up on his elbows to meet you.

"No. Bragging." You raised a brow, tilting his chin towards you as you punctuated each word as a reminder before heading out. Although your plan had still succeeded to a degree, you walked backwards finding the Martian kneeling down to your friend inquiring about his condition as you winked at him - Wally seemingly impressed with your antics, as he usually was whenever he roped you into these scenarios.

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You retained your attentive skills, even talking him up to M'gann but it became painfully obvious that her romantic affections were reserved for a certain clone which left you disappointed albeit pleased for her. Now, you had to break the news to Wally - you'd considered such measures while sitting against the wall in one of the Mountains many hallways bouncing a ball off of the other side as a form of contemplation.

Soon enough your felt a familiar comforting presence beside you, catching the ball and initiating a harmless game between the two of you.

"What's on your mind?" Wally knew you incredibly well, narrowing down I even the smallest quirks and he'd use that to his advantage.

"Nothing, but I'm afraid you might have to give up on M'gann."

"I know. Supes right?" He didn't seemed phased by your sympathetic disclosure, which surprised you slightly due to how long he’d spent gushing over the girl.

"Yeah, sorry West."

"It's alright. Thanks for trying, I'll still get you that pizza."

"But I didn't...?" His response was unexpected, leaving you somewhat speechless but he soon continued with conversation before you could finish, no evidence of heartbreak to be seen.

"That Dan guy you went out with? (Y/n) c'mon you're stunning, and he didn't even offer to pay the full check at the coffee shop. You deserve so much better, his flirting game was awful too." Wally reminisced on the details you’d cruelly given knowing he wouldn’t able to comment due to you deal, although such a thing was now void and you’d regretted that decision. Yet part of you enjoyed his mocking support.

"So I get the pizza but have to suffer your judgements for not getting you a date? I'm sure you have something to say about Jackson too." You threw your head back with an exaggerated sigh, Wally laughing as he replied.

"Don't get me started..."

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How unaffected Wally seemed about the let down still puzzled you, although you believed something else must've attained his focus - not that you had any indication of what it was as you sat flicking through the channels.

"So... there's another girl." There it is.

"Dude, are you kidding me? Give yourself a month at least."

"No this one is the one, I know it." His tone was oddly confident compared to his usual dilemmas regarding that topic which automatically gained your full attention.

"Uh Huh. And when did you meet her? Love at first sight or whatever?"

"I've known her longer than a few days give me some credit here. But it wasn't at first sight, I didn't even notice it was happening or rather happened..." Wally's point was certainly more realistic in comparison and he was being truthful - again, maybe this peculiar circumstance held promise.

"You know my terms an-" You simply shrugged, assuming he wanted your assistance once more which dulled your growing investment slightly.

"No, not for this one."

"Hot damn, this woman must be special. Tell me everything!" That decision shocked you and it was evident in your tone, you excitedly encouraged him to indulge your lowkey interrogation since he never turned down your assistance.

"Yes she definitely is, but I don't know what to do for her y'know?"

"Romantic restaurant? Roses? Tell her over a romantic dinner." You listed things instantly, barely stopping for a breather.

"Would you want all that though?" Wally considered your ideas, furrowing his brows before he asked his question even if his posture radiated nervousness despite the confident facade he’d attempted to convey.

"Hah, no way! Honestly I'd love a chill night in, order a take out, put on a good series and just enjoy each other's company. I mean roses are nice too but I want to know my date likes me enough to relax and be themselves - you can't really do that in a fancy restaurant. Anyway, you should probably find out what this girl likes first." You simply smiled, giving him an honest opinion and advice for you felt he'd finally found someone more than just a crush to him.

"I guess..."

It was silent for a moment until familiar words echoed in your mind 'There is one y'know...' and instantly you stood up with your realisation.

"I know who it is!"

"What?! How?!" Wally snapped to with concern evident in his expression like a deer in headlights, unbeknownst to you why that was but he too halted in his tracks.

"Dick told me, I don't believe it Wally - it's great!" Now you had Artemis in your head, they'd hated one another at first so it certainly made sense that he'd grown to like her. They'd also kissed at New Years Eve or so you'd heard.

"Robin told you I liked you?! Are you kidding? He only knows because I thought he had a crush on you." That answer caught you off guard, practically disintegrating your ability to form a coherent sentence or even think straight due to the abruptness of it.

"Wait me? I didn't, um, I can't, since when? All the times I've been helping you with girls I... I..."

"Wait you didn't know? Okay stay there, I'm doing this again!" Wally held his hands out in defence, soon disappearing leaving you standing alone with your thoughts. A dangerous thing really.

Did you even have feelings for him? Quite possibly, that would explain why you occasionally compared dates to him and why you were always so willing to help him find his happiness but surely you wouldn't have suppressed them? It was so confusing.

Within a minute he appeared before you, a single red rose in hand and sheepish smile.

"I'm late I know that but there's no pressure for you. This is not how I expected you to find out, I aimed to flirt with you and only you before making a move so it wasn't thrown on you so suddenly but here we are. Guess I'm not great with girls without you."

With a mischievous grin, you pulled him close by his red hoodie and gently met his lips with your own and you couldn't deny how right it felt - an action you’d hope would quell the warring emotions. You pulled apart, his arms wrapped around your waist and yours on his shoulders.

"You're actually quite adequate, I'm just as surprised as you are."

"Oh you're hilarious." He matched your witty sarcasm, but still you find his happiness intoxicating.

"Can we, um could we take things slow? I know that's ironic to ask the fastest kid alive but please."

"I'd slow down for you, I want to take my time in every moment I get so it won't be a problem (Y/n). I promise." Despite the trace of concern in your voice, Wally was reassuring and sincere with his words so you both felt comfortable in whatever situation you'd crafted.

"So, I assume you won't be mocking my dates anymore."

"I think every date you'll have from now on is gonna be too great for me judge. Ah too bad, I know how much you loved me doing that." The speedster playfully responded with a knowingly satisfied smirk to which you threw him an 'are you serious?' expression.

Later, as you both sat comfortably on Wallys' bed eating pizza whilst a film played in the background, you received simultaneous texts from none other than Dick Grayson - his smugness translated even in a message.

[Dickiebird: Told you so.]

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[bravonovel]

Begin Again: https://www.bravonovel.com/begin-again-7645

Begin Again novel is a second chance romance story, written by Val Sims.

A hot rebound is just what any doctor would recommend for Eden McBride's broken heart after a brutal breakup. Not really. But it's what she needs.

Liam Anderson is the perfect rebound guy. Dubbed the Three Months Prince because he's never with the same girl longer than three months, Liam's had his share of one night stands and doesn't expect Eden to be anything more than a hookup.

When he wakes up and finds her gone along with his favourite denim shirt, Liam is irritated, but oddly intrigued. No woman has ever left his bed willingly or stole from him. Eden has done both. He needs to find her and make her account.

But in a city with more than five million people, finding one person proves impossible, until fate brings them together again two years later.

Eden is no longer the naive girl she was when she jumped into Liam's bed; she now has a secret to protect at all costs. Liam is determined to get everything Eden stole from him, and it's not just his denim shirt.

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"Can someone please tell me why I left our perfectly comfortable couch to freeze my ass off here?" Eden McBride glared at her three friends waiting patiently in the queue with her.

It's been over an hour, but the long line snaking its way around the block had barely moved.

Out of all the hangouts in Rock Castle, they had to choose Crush, one of the most challenging clubs to get into, especially on the one weekend when the hottest DJ in town makes an appearance.

"To help you get over the man whose name we won't mention!" Sienna, her best friend since primary school, said in a hushed tone. The clear plastic beads dangling on the ends of her long ombre braids chinked as she turned her head to match her death glare.

On her 'bad' days, Sienna was cute. But on a good day, like tonight, she was smoking hot. The guys milling about, desperate to get inside like they were, clearly thought so too. They could barely peel their eyes from her.

"Yeah, Eden, we've given you enough time to mope," Lydia chimed in as she snapped a quick selfie and posted it on her Instagram. Within seconds her phone pinged incessantly with notifications from millions of adoring fans. Lydia is a mega-successful YouTuber whose makeup videos have catapulted her to a goddess-like status on the internet.

"The sooner you get back on the bike, the better," Cassandra added, flicking her long blond hair over her shoulder as she pulled up the collar of her signature leather jacket. In the five or six years Eden's known her, she's never seen her in a dress. Not even once. For a self-proclaimed tomboy, Cassandra was effortlessly chic, and with her tall slim physique and delicate features, she could pull off any look.

In their crew, Eden was the plainest, and she was okay with that. Her skin was so pale she could never get a tan no matter how long she stayed in the sun. She tried colouring her long mousey brown hair a few times, but the constant retouching got old real quick. Her most striking feature was her slanted, brown eyes. Pity, she had to hide them behind thick-lensed glasses because she was almost as blind as a bat without them.

"He's moved on. You should do the same!" Lydia chimed in brutally. Subtlety was not her strong suit.

Eden sighed and rolled her eyes. Her friends meant well. But, she was okay with spending her days and nights in front of the TV binging on carbs and terrible reality shows. She was cool with not brushing her hair or changing her clothes for days on end. She was happy to cry herself to sleep and wake up with a puffy face and swollen eyes. But she didn't want to be rushed through her grief.

How could six weeks be enough to get over a lifetime of memories, of four years of happy moments and hopeful dreams, dashed in an instant?

"If this stupid line doesn't move in the next two minutes, I'm leaving," she hissed and pulled her trench tighter, glad she had the foresight to wear it even when her friends wanted her to ditch it because it was 'ruining her whole aesthetic'.

A Lamborghini screeched in front of the entrance, followed by a Ferrari and a Porsche. A group of men, as tall as the surrounding office towers and good looking enough to have walked straight out of a fashion magazine, jumped out of the three cars, threw their car keys at the valets, and made their way to the door.

Perhaps it was the long line that seemed to be going nowhere fast or the stress of the past few weeks, but when Eden saw the six towers trying to bypass the queue, she lost all her patience. Without thinking, she left her place and stormed to the entrance, her friends trailing behind her.

She tapped the very tall ginger, trying to smooth talk his way into the club, on the shoulder. He turned to look at her, his thick eyebrows fusing in a questioning frown.

Eden paused, her lungs struggling to keep up with her thoughts and take in simple breaths. With hair so bright like flames, she expected his eyes to be green. Not this denim blue. She could feel herself struggle against their pull.

"Eden, don't cause a scene," Sienna gritted her teeth and tugged at her arm.

But, Eden saw no reason to be polite. Not when she was almost frozen solid she could barely feel her ass.

She stretched to her full height as she tried to match the man's towering size. But even in her Jimmy Choo stilettos, she still had to look up at him.

"Can I help you?" He asked in a voice meant to melt the panties off of any woman within a kilometre radius.

As if he wasn't already deadly enough, he had a cleft too. The fact that it wasn't so prominent and only seemed to show itself when he spoke or smiled, which was all he did in the last fifty seconds, made it all the more devastating.

"I don't need your help," Eden said icily, hating him a little. He had no right to be so attractive.

"Okay, then!" He shrugged, showing off two rows of perfectly straight teeth as he smiled. They were so white she thought they might be veneers. They had to be. There was no way anyone would have such great teeth unless they had an excellent dentist.

"If you are done gawking at me–"

Eden held up her hand, irritated with herself for noticing all these things about him and hating him a little more for his presumptuous arrogance.

"Do you see all these people?" She glared at him and pointed at the endless line. "They've been waiting for over an hour. You can't just come here and skip the queue."

"Are you going to stop me, Princess?" His rust-coloured eyebrows shot up, his eyes sparkling with amusement and his Calvin Klein underwear model friends sniggered. Eden wanted so much to wipe the smirk off his face with her puny little fists. But she was an educated person. She didn't have to use her hands to prove her point. Words were just as powerful.

"If you have any decency, you'll do the right thing and wait in line like everyone else." She hissed, blinking furiously behind her black-framed glasses.

A hush fell over the small crowd gathered around them. Eden's friends kept tugging and pulling at her. But she was so over everything, including this night, and she refused to be intimidated by Red as he leaned down to stare at her at eye level condescendingly.

"I guess I'm not a decent person now, am I?" He blew a cold minty breath on her face and shrugged, returning his attention to the bouncer.

He flashed a few notes at the burly man, gathered up his crew, and waved at her group. "They are with us!"

Before Eden could even process his announcement, they were already inside the club, wading through a swarm of sweaty heaving bodies swaying to the music.

......

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[artificialqueens]

Revelation Sunshine, Chapter 6 (Courtney/Vixen) - Veronica

A/N: Thank you so much to @theartificialdane and to anyone who’s been reading and commenting on this story! Love you guys!

Last chapter: Vixen took a trip to LA to meet her new work colleagues and play house with Courtney. And magic words were shared.

This chapter: Courtney meets the family, and Vixen gets a surprise.

***

Courtney could barely sit still as she rode in the back of the car from the airport. It had been three weeks. Three endless weeks, since Vixen had left LA. Of course, they still spoke every day, but the physical absence had gotten more excruciating with each passing day. Now, Courtney was in Chicago for Thanksgiving and she’d blocked out a full week to spend with her beautiful girlfriend.

VIXEN: Tell me when you’re pulling up, I’ll come down and get you. <3

COURTNEY: Pulling up!

COURTNEY: A nice old lady let me in. You’re on the 3rd floor, right?

VIXEN: Shit!

Courtney stepped out of the elevator, suitcase in hand, just as Vixen threw open the front door of her apartment.

“I’m sorry, I was making dinner and I didn’t see the phone buzz, and then you were—”

Courtney cut Vixen off by leaping into her arms, legs wrapped around her waist.

“—already here,” she finished, holding Courtney tightly. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Courtney said, inhaling the sweet scent of her neck, thrilled to be back in her arms. She tried not to sound pathetic as she said, “I missed you,” against her skin.

“Me too,” Vixen whispered back.

Courtney lifted her head to kiss her hungrily—almost desperate. She felt Vixen’s fingers digging into her back as she slid down, forgetting everything but the feel of her lips, the press of her body. Winding her fingers into her hair.

Vixen giggled softly, saying, “I knew you’d go straight for the hair.”

She’d been to the salon to get her twists out, and even though Courtney had seen it on FaceTime, it didn’t do justice to how soft and shiny and perfect her curls were. Courtney gazed at her, lashes fluttering.

“I love it,” she proclaimed, going in for another kiss.

“Do you want to take this inside?” Vixen asked, and a blush rose to Courtney’s cheeks.

“Sorry,” she said, breaking away and picking up her suitcase and backpack from the ground, where she’d carelessly dropped them.

“It’s okay.” Vixen grinned, taking her hand and leading her inside.

“Omigod, I love your place!” Courtney exclaimed, leaning her suitcase against the wall and spinning around.

Vixen’s apartment was exactly what Courtney expected. Warm and cozy, the kind of shabby-chic style you would expect from an academic, with hand-knitted afghans on the sofa and chairs, and an eclectic mix of bold, colorful art. And of course, there were teeming, overstuffed bookcases everywhere.

“Yeah? I tried to straighten up for you,” Vixen chuckled. She picked up a bottle of wine from the dining room table, saying, “Want a drink?”

“Yes please!” Courtney answered gratefully.

While Vixen opened the wine, she wandered around a little, browsing the bookshelves, touching the spines of a few as she read the titles. There were a lot of academic tomes and social science, but also lots of well-worn novels and books of poetry.

“Monet fucking hates that they’re not organized properly,” Vixen said. “She can barely tolerate even being in here.”

Courtney chuckled. That made sense—Monet was a librarian, after all. But for Courtney, it was a delightful mix, like putting a playlist on shuffle. Every shelf gave a slightly different but equally accurate snapshot of Vixen’s personality, of all the things she cared about. It was beautiful.

She ran her finger along the spine of one book, a copy of Invisible Man that was so well-loved, it appeared to be falling apart. As Vixen approached with the wine, she felt a smile tugging at her lips.

“I had this ex who had stuffed bookshelves, too,” Courtney said, fingers dancing over more of the titles. “Only, when you looked up close, you realized that they were mostly coffee table books and bestsellers, arranged for aesthetic purposes.”

“Mmm.”

Courtney turned around to see the mildly exasperated smile on Vixen’s face.

“What?”

“You don’t always have to say ‘my ex.’ You can just say Bianca,” Vixen said.

Courtney opened her mouth, then closed it, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Do I do that a lot?” she asked.

“Yeah,” said Vixen, handing her the glass, touching her fingers gently to soften the blow.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m less fragile than you think, you know.” Vixen gave her a smirk, taking a small sip. “And I know she’s still important to you.”

“I honestly don’t know why I even think of her that way. It would really be more accurate to just say ‘my friend.’”

Vixen tucked a lock of hair behind Courtney’s ear, lips brushing against her temple.

“Call her whatever you want. As long as you’re here with me, I don’t care.”

Courtney looked up at her, eyes shining with relief and happiness, and clinked their glasses together.

“Cheers to that.”

***

Vixen smiled, feeling Courtney’s thighs trembling and shaking, continuing to lick her softly from below until her muscles gave out completely, then depositing her onto her back and quickly grabbing a vibrator from the little bag of toys on the nightstand.

Courtney hadn’t even caught her breath before she turned it on, barely touching her, making her moan and thrash, clawing at her back and ass.

(It was still a bit mind-boggling to Vixen how many times in a row Courtney could come. She supposed it was just one of those XX chromosome things she’d never experience.)

Courtney’s hands were everywhere on her body, and it made Vixen shiver to think of how much she was getting off on just touching her.

“Baby…” Vixen worked the vibrator in circles, trying to catch her glazed eyes. “How ya doin?”

Courtney whimpered, arching up.

“Are you done? Do you want me to stop?”

Courtney shook her head vigorously, fingers wrapping around Vixen’s wrist, guiding her hand, showing her where to press harder. Once Vixen complied, Courtney wove her hands into her hair and pulled her in for a frenzied kiss, breath ragged. Vixen licked into her mouth, swallowing those delicious moans until they reached a crescendo, then immediately pulling the vibrator away, knowing it would be too much in her over-sensitive state. As Courtney curled against her, she went back in with the pads of her fingers, rubbing lightly. She pressed kisses against her temples, her lips, down her jaw and into the tenderest spot on her neck.

“Fuck…” Courtney breathed. “That was incredible.”

“I missed you,” Vixen whispered against her.

Courtney mustered up all her strength to roll over on top of Vixen, kissing her with even more urgency, still hungry for her even after all that.

“I missed you too, baby…” said Courtney, taking Vixen’s lower lip in between her teeth and sucking on it. “I hate being away from you.”

“It’ll be better soon,” Vixen murmured, wrapping her arms securely around Courtney, holding her tight. Courtney let out a small noise of agreement, burying her face against Vixen’s neck, breath warm on her collarbone.

“Have I ever told you how much I love this scent?” she asked.

“Oh yeah? You’re into shea butter?”

“Yeah.” Courtney lifted her head, eyes glittering in the dark. “Every time I smell it, I get all…” She grinned, biting her lip.

“Wow.”

“What?” Courtney asked.

“It just never occurred to me until this second that everyone’s mom doesn’t smell like shea butter.”

Courtney burst out laughing.

“Please don’t hit on my mom tomorrow,” Vixen said somberly. “She’s going to smell very irresistible.”

“I’ll do my best,” Courtney giggled, tickling her in the side, making her squeal. “You’re so cute.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh. I love you so much.” Courtney ran a thumb along her bottom lip.

Vixen smiled up at her, enjoying the warmth of her body pressing down.

“I love you, too,” she said, eyes falling closed to accept Courtney’s soft, gentle kiss, hands sliding down her torso, showering her with affection.

***

Vixen was strangely calm about introducing Courtney to her family. She supposed that she should have been nervous--after all, she hadn’t brought a girl home since high school, and that was, of course, an entirely different situation. But it just somehow felt natural with Courtney.

And to her relief, no one acted weird about Courtney being famous. In fact, they put her to work in the kitchen right away, first chopping garlic and then shelling beans. It wasn’t until her cousin showed up that anyone even said anything about Courtney’s career.

Amanda, her cousin’s ten-year-old daughter, stepped inside the kitchen and let out the most blood-curdling scream Vixen had ever heard, then burst into tears.

“You okay, Mandy?” Vixen asked.

“It’s…” Amanda lifted a shaking hand to point at Courtney. “It’s P-princess Luuuucie...”

As she dissolved into fresh tears, Courtney got up and made her way towards the little girl tentatively.

“Hey there, I’m Courtney. Can I give you a hug, sweetie?”

Amanda nodded, tears still rolling down her cheeks as Courtney knelt down, giving her a big hug.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you’re here! Want to help us shell the rest of these beans?” Courtney gestured to the table.

“They’re making you shell beans?!” Amanda exclaimed, horrified. She whirled around to look at Vixen’s mother, her great aunt, yelling, “She’s a princess!”

“Okay, Mandy, that’s enough. Go wash your face, and then say hi to Grammy, and then think about acting right before you come back in here.” Her mother set a couple of bags of groceries on the kitchen table, greeting her relatives with hugs and kisses, completely unfazed by her daughter’s meltdown.

“But, mama-”

“I said go!” she exclaimed, then turned to Courtney as Amanda slunk out of the room, saying, “I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Courtney shrugged. She seemed quite unbothered by the whole scene as well, which made Vixen laugh.

“Does that happen a lot?” Vixen asked incredulously. She couldn’t imagine walking around causing children to spontaneously scream and cry.

“Kinda, yeah,” Courtney admitted. “Kids love me.”

“That must be so weird.” Vixen tossed a few beans into the bowl and picked up a new pod.  

“It was at first. But like...I think the really weird part is that it’s not weird anymore? That’s when you know you’ve become especially disconnected from reality. Like, my friend’s daughter being utterly distraught that I spoke English, since she’d only seen the French dub-”

“Wait,” Vixen interrupted. “You have French friends?”

“Oh, uh...not really?” Courtney said.

“Let her finish her damn story!” Vixen’s mom said.

“Fine, fine, go ahead.”

“Well...she was really upset, but then I said three words in French and the poor baby lost her absolute shit, and then 10 seconds later we were BFFs. Oh! And later that day, another little girl fainted in the lobby of the hotel when she saw me. Normal Tuesday.” Courtney shrugged. “What can I say, my life is strange.”  

“Hmm...well, if you ever need me to knock you down a few pegs…” Vixen offered sweetly, kicking her under the table.

“Awww, you’re so generous…”

“Endlessly giving,” her mom echoed from the sink, and the whole group burst out laughing some more.

***

Courtney sighed, climbing under the covers. It had been a long, fun day, but she was exhausted. Even though Vixen’s family was lovely and welcoming, it took a lot of energy just to be that “on” for so many hours, doing her best to make a good impression and not say any ignorant shit that would make them hate her.

She knew that she was being a little paranoid. (After all, if she survived Bianca’s family, she could survive anything.) But nonetheless, she’d felt a strong pressure, knowing how close Vixen was with her family and how important their opinions were to her.

Vixen settled in beside her, allowing Courtney to wrap her arms around her from behind, lips pressed to the back of her neck.

“Mmm…” Courtney sighed happily. “Can I just say that I love how you can be the big spoon or the little spoon?”

Vixen let out a sleepy chuckle, saying, “You know that spoons only nest if they’re the same size, right? There really shouldn’t be a big spoon or a little spoon. Just...spoons.”

When Courtney was silent for a few long moments, Vixen turned her head to look at her.  

“You okay?”

“Yeah I just...my mind is totally blown.” Courtney shook her head, stunned, and Vixen giggled.  

“Okay.”

“Seriously! That’s...the best metaphor. You should write a book.”

“I did write a book,” Vixen reminded her.

“Another book. About relationships. ‘Just Be Spoons.’ It’s fucking brilliant!” she enthused.

“Maybe let’s see if we make it through the holidays first.” Vixen kissed her forehead before turning back around and settling against the pillow.  

“Fair enough,” Courtney laughed.

***

“Keep your eyes closed,” Courtney insisted, guiding Vixen through her house. She’d just arrived in LA, and after mauling her in the doorway for a few minutes, Courtney began to chatter excitedly about a “surprise” that she just couldn’t wait to show off. “Are they closed?”  

“Yes, ma’am,” Vixen promised, making Courtney giggle. Knowing her, the surprise could be anything...a new plant, tickets to a concert, a romantic dinner...Vixen didn’t think she was super into jewelry, but she allowed herself a brief fantasy of something extravagant that she could wear with a little black dress.  

“Okay.” Courtney’s hands left her shoulders and settled on her waist. “You can open them.”

Vixen opened her eyes, and for a moment she wasn’t quite sure what she was looking at. They were in a room off the kitchen that Courtney used for yoga, as an office, and, when necessary, a spare guest room. The last time she was here, the door had been closed, so she assumed that Courtney was in the middle of some elaborate project.

Turns out, she was right, because the room was now a gorgeously decorated office, with floor to ceiling bookshelves on almost every wall, a beautiful desk in the corner, an overstuffed sofa and two comfy chairs.

“The furniture is all made of reclaimed wood. And the upholstery is covered with ethically sourced textiles,” Courtney explained proudly. “Do you like it?”

“It’s really nice,” Vixen told her, looking around. The big picture window had a cozy seat and a beautiful view of the city, and the graphic prints on the upholstery and rugs would have looked at home in her own apartment. “Maybe sometimes you’ll let me use it, too.”

“What?” Courtney’s brow furrowed.

“You know, when I’m here, maybe I can...share the space. If that’s okay.”

“No, baby, you don’t understand.” Courtney laughed, pulling Vixen in by the hand. “It’s all yours.”

Vixen’s brain short-circuited for a moment, blinking at Courtney as if she was speaking an as yet unknown language. Finally, after a few moments of disbelief, she managed to squeak out, “Mine?”

“Mmhmm. I know you need a place to write, and I figured that having a private space while you’re here would just...make things easier for you.”

“I…” Vixen was overwhelmed. In spite of her brief fantasy about jewelry, she was wholly unprepared for an entire room. How was this her real life? “I don’t know what to say. It’s...it’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” Courtney said, wrapping her into an embrace. “And we can change stuff if there’s anything you don’t like. I just thought it would be better to get it started, so that-”

“It’s perfect. Thank you. I’m sorry, I’m really overwhelmed. I mean...it’s a whole room of your house.”

“Our house,” Courtney said softly. “I know you’re only gonna be here part time, at first, but…”

Vixen nodded, throat suddenly feeling dry and itchy. Her eyes misted over, Courtney’s face becoming blurry as tears clouded her vision.

“Shit.”  

Courtney cradled her cheeks, standing on her tiptoes to press their foreheads together.

“I love you, baby…” she whispered.

***

“So, what do you think?” Courtney asked. When Vixen had come out of the restroom, she was posed on the bed in her harness and a brand-new strap - this one neon green, textured and curvy.

“Uhh...it’s bigger than the other one.”

“Too big?” Courtney asked, a saucy glint in her eye.

Vixen felt her cheeks grow hotter under Courtney’s knowing smirk, shaking her head.

“I’ll manage.”

Courtney grinned, patting the spot on the bed beside her. “Come show me.”  

Vixen tilted her head coquettishly and crawled onto the bed. She was wearing a Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras tank top, borrowed from Courtney, and a pair of turquoise panties. Even though she knew that she looked cute as fuck, the way her girlfriend eyed her up and down definitely confirmed it.

Courtney wasted no time, flipping her onto her back and hovering above her before dipping her head for a deep, intense kiss. Tingles went up Vixen’s spine as Courtney’s fingers danced up her thigh, slipping under her tank top. Vixen’s arms went soft and pliant, allowing her to pull off her top, a hand sliding over her breast, thumb circling her hardened nipple.

Soft, loving kisses blanketed her neck and chest, making her weak and slightly dizzy. And the more she whimpered, curling her fingers into Courtney’s hair, the more it encouraged her. She caressed every inch of her torso, hot mouth traveling over her skin, tongue circling her nipples.

It wasn’t long before Vixen was swooning under her careful attention, body aching with need. Especially when Courtney began to gently ease her panties down, trailing just the tips of her fingers over her trembling thighs. She reached blindly for the nightstand, groping for the bottle of lube and nearly knocking it over in the process. The bottle itself was a bit slippery, and Vixen pressed it into Courtney’s hand with a soft whine.

Courtney took the bottle, but continued to worship her at a leisurely pace, teeth grazing the most sensitive parts of her inner thighs.

Vixen whimpered, arching up, and was rewarded with a playful bite.

“Please,” she whined breathlessly, long legs wrapping around Courtney’s shoulders.

Courtney nuzzled against her thigh as she finally opened the lube, pouring it onto her fingers. Vixen closed her eyes. Letting Courtney prep her was still pretty new, and even though she felt a little funny about it, she couldn’t deny how deeply cared for she felt when Courtney pushed a finger inside her, her other hand wrapped around her waist, lips placing a gentle kiss against her hip. She breathed in slowly, trying to relax her muscles as a second finger joined, twisting in a way that made her gasp with pleasure.

“Are you okay, baby?” Courtney murmured against her, and she opened her eyes, nodding.

“Yeah, that’s good.”

Courtney withdrew her fingers slowly, leaving Vixen feeling empty and desperate. She pulled Courtney close, nails raking down her back to her ass.

“Gimme the lube,” she whispered, and Courtney poured a generous amount into her hand. Vixen reached down, coating the dildo, running her hand up and down the velvety curves as Courtney continued to kiss her.

Courtney hovered above her, brushing their lips together gently and then sucking on her lower lip. Vixen drew her knees up and back, goosebumps breaking out all over her arms as legs as she shivered with anticipation.

“Are you ready?” Courtney teased, nibbling down her jaw.

“Yes, yes!” Vixen declared, nails digging into her ass, trying to pull her closer.

“You’re so beautiful…”

“Omigod, just fuck me!”

Courtney laughed, face tucked into Vixen’s neck as she said, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Sorry,” Vixen breathed, letting out a deep sigh as Courtney pushed inside her.

“Don’t be sorry,” Courtney said, “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

“Yeah?” Vixen asked, rolling her hips.

“Uh huh.” Courtney gripped her hips, thrusting against her, deep and slow. “So tell me...is this good?”

“Harder,” Vixen whimpered, body arched up, eyes falling closed. Courtney began pumping harder, faster, and then a mouth found her nipple, sucking hard, and she let out a strangled moan. “Oh god, yes…”

Courtney pressed her body forward, trapping Vixen’s dick between them, rubbing against their stomachs. Her tits brushed against Vixen’s own with every thrust, every inch of Vixen’s skin tingling with the contact. Her legs wrapped tighter and tighter around Courtney’s waist until her whole body was as tense as a coiled spring.

“Are you close, baby?” Courtney asked, reached down to circle the head of her dick with her thumb.

“Uh huh. Uh huh…” Vixen was so close, she found herself unable to speak, body in overdrive as she plunged off the cliff and dove head-first into the waves of pleasure. “Oh god.”

Courtney licked up her throat, hips continuing to pound, slow and deep, until Vixen collapsed backwards, limbs falling limply onto the mattress.

“I love you so much,” Courtney whispered, kissing her so softly that Vixen felt like she was made of glass.

Vixen let out a soft, gratified sigh as Courtney pulled out, enjoying that feeling of being sated and spent. Her eyes fluttered open to look at Courtney’s face, the sweet and slightly smug smile as she gazed down.

“So, did you like the new dick?” Courtney asked, winding one of Vixen’s curls around her finger.

“Mmm…” Vixen nodded sleepily, letting Courtney wrap her into an embrace, cocooning them into the warm blankets.

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[bamon4bamily]

TVD 9x06 (part 2) Enjoy! =)

Cut to- Damon’s car. Damon, Klaus, and Tyler are following the Mayor’s limo, heading to the mansion’s location.

 TYLER: Should we really be trusting these people? They are completely wacko.

DAMON: I really don’t care how fucked up they are as long as they lead me to Bonnie.

KLAUS: You are aware that they have an ulterior motive? They are not doing this out of the kindness of their hearts.

DAMON: I know, I’m not an idiot. But I made a deal with the vampiress chic, and I’ll pay up when the time comes.

KLAUS: What kind of a deal? (Teasing) Did you sign your eternal soul?

TYLER: (Sarcastic) Well, that be a crappy ass deal for her.

KLAUS: Good one, Lockwood, and here I thought you had no sense of humor.

DAMON: Shut up… (They pull into a long dirt road, in the middle of the woods. The location is, in fact, Matt’s old house, but the scenery is no way near what it was… they get out of the car, and gather with the Madame, Edward, and the Strange Man).

DAMON: (To the Madame) What is this place?

MADAME: The freaky old mansion, love.

DAMON: I mean, how…?

MADAME: Darling, we are dealing with something that is way beyond your comprehension; so, trust me, and do what I say, understood? Now, listen very close, all of you, we are about to enter two very different realities; one is, in fact, real, the other, is not. Once we are inside it might be hard to tell them apart, so follow my lead and don’t, under any circumstance, let your guard down or you will get lost… and god knows you don’t want to be lost there…

DAMON: All I care about is finding Bonnie.

MADAME: Well, you better learn how to pretend you don’t. He knows your weaknesses; and make no mistake, he will play them against you.

DAMON: I’ll be fine; I know his mind games.

MADAME: With all due respect, dear, but you really don’t.

STRANGE MAN: So, shall we?

KLAUS: (To Damon and Tyler) As agreed, Damon you focus on finding Bonnie, Lockwood, on Matt, me on Danae.

MADAME: (To Edward) Dear, are you certain you want to come along? 

EDWARD: Absolutely; I have some pending matters with our old friend; plus, I must admit, I’m quite intrigued by all the drama.

MADAME: Alright, gentleman (they all hold hands); remember, things aren’t what they seem. If you believe the illusion is real, whatever happens to you will happen to you in reality… keep that in mind, at all times. Ready? (They nod) Here we go…

Cut to – The Salvatore house, everyone waiting in the living for Damon, Klaus, Tyler, and Matt.

 CAROLINE: Where are they? They are taking too long.

STEFAN: Damon’s phone goes straight to voice message…

CAROLINE: I knew he was going to make a move without us! Why do I even bother?

ELENA: I still can’t believe everything that has happened… (To Caroline) How could you leave me out of the loop like this?

CAROLINE: (Snaps) Really, Elena? Bonnie is MIA, going through god knows what, and you are pissed because we left you out? Jesus Christ! Get over yourself!

ELENA: (Snaps back) Hey! What the hell is wrong with you!?

SAM: Sorry to butt in, but I really don’t think this is the best time to pick a fight.

CAROLINE: He’s right. Sorry; I’m just worried about Bonnie.

ELENA: So am I, Care.

LEXI: So, what should we do? I don’t think they are coming back any time soon…

STEFAN: I say we go find Matt ourselves; Sergei can stay here to take care of the girls and Katherine.

RADKA: Ric? What do you think?

ALARIC: I agree; we need to move. Let’s go to the Mayor’s house, see if they are there, and if they’re not, maybe we can find out where they’ve gone to.

SERGEI: Go; I’ll keep an eye on the girls and Ms. Pierce.

Cut to – freaky old mansion; inside Darius’s illusion realm; now in some sort of cabaret bar. Bonnie is singing on stage; the masked audience, completely mesmerized, stare in admiration. She feels her power, her overwhelming beauty, and sexuality; she has absolute control over every single one of them. Darius, whos is seating in front, can’t take his eyes off her...

A strange man, sitting next to Darius, initiates a conversation.

STRANGE MAN: She truly is unique, and absolutely mesmerizing… Marie would be proud. (Darius gets confused by his comment; the stranger takes his mask off). Hello, old friend…

DARIUS: No… how?

STRANGE MAN: Oh, Darius, you know, how.

DARIUS: Where is she?

STRANGE MAN: She’s somewhere around here, helping her new buddy, Damon; I believe you are acquainted with him? Boy, you’re in trouble now… and I’m not only talking about our mutual friend… (Looks at Bonnie) She and the vamp share a psychic bond which not even you can break, sorry to spoil your bubble; thought you had figured that out by now… denial, I’m guessing. Word of advice, Darius, stop letting your arrogance and obsessions take over; you are getting very sloppy and you know how vengeful she can be. You should have known better than to piss off the Madame, and here I thought you were the genius. You know, Edward might be just a human, but he surely knows how to play his cards better…

DARIUS: You may have managed to come inside, but you are in my world now, I’m the one in control, so good luck with that (winks). (As Bonnie is singing with more intensity, the audience members start to randomly disappear, Darius looks around, uncertain of what is going on).

STRANGE MAN: Are you sure you are the one in control? (He laughs and fades away; Darius gets up and walks on stage, starts clapping).

DARIUS: My love, you were magnificent! Now, how about we join our guests in the ballroom?

BONNIE: But I’m not finished…

DARIUS: Love, the audience is gone…

BONNIE: Oh, I can fix that (new audience members start to appear; no masks and some familiar faces… Caroline, Elena, Grams, Mr. Bennett, Mrs. Bennett, Matt, Damon, Stefan, Jeremy, Enzo… Darius looks very worried, but tries to play along).

DARIUS: Impressive; I told you, you can do anything you set your mind to (kisses her cheek). Okay, you can sing them one last song; then we’ll go get ourselves a drink.

BONNIE: Are you trying to control me?

DARIUS: Of course, not. Just thought you might want to freshen up.

BONNIE: Well, I don’t. When I feel like having a drink, I’ll get one myself.

Cut to – Darius’s room, he opens his eyes. A freaky scientist enters the room, injects him with more serum. Darius closes his eyes again. Back to the illusion realm, Darius and Bonnie are now in the ballroom, dancing. Damon and the Madame walk in.

DAMON: Bon… (as he is about to go to her, the Madame grabs his arm). 

MADAME: Don’t be a fool, dear. You don’t want to do that.

DAMON: But she is…

MADAME: She is not; I told you, things aren’t what they appear. Let me handle this, just stay here and don’t move until I come back. (She approaches Bonnie and Darius) May I cut in?

DARIUS: No, you can’t.

BONNIE: Love, don’t be rude. He is all yours, I’ll go grab myself a drink (kisses his cheek and walks away. As she is walking towards the bar, she sees Damon and stops. Who is he? Why does he seem so familiar?

DAMON: (Staring back,  whispers to himself) Bon… (he hears a voice in his head).

MADAME: Damon, don’t. The time will come; for now, just ignore her and let her go.

DAMON: (Trying as hard as he can to fight the urge to run to her, and hold her in his arms, but he gets lost in those hypnotic hazel eyes)… Screw this! (He runs to Bonnie). Bon! (Hugs her) Thank god you are alright!

BONNIE: (Looking confused, she doesn’t know this man, yet somehow, she feels like she’s known him forever…) Who are you?

DAMON: It’ me, Bon…

DARIUS: (Darius and the Madame see they are interacting) I thought you said you had him under control!

MADAME: Well, what can I say, he’s a stubborn one...

(He rushes to where Damon and Bonnie are, grabs her hand) Love...

DAMON: Don’t you fucking touch her! (hits him violently and brings him to the ground; grabs his neck) I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch!

BONNIE: (With her powers, drags Damon away from Darius) Stay away from him.

DAMON: Bon, listen to me, this is an illusion, he’s playing mind games with you… you need to snap out of it!

 Change take to - Edward (who has been who knows where) joining the Madame as she watches the scene unfold.

MADAME: Love, where were you?

EDWARD: Around. (Looking at Darius beaten on the ground) I hope he beat some sense into him. (Sees Bonnie) Who is that?

MADAME: That’s the link, dear.

EDWARD: Well, you forgot to mention how breathtaking she is… You must introduce us.

MADAME: I can, but, just so you know, she has a thing with the Salvatore.

EDWARD: That vampire experiment? He is not worthy, a goddess such as her deserves a real man, not a savage.

MADAME: Look at you, you don’t even know her and you are already jealous.

EDWARD: I just can’t understand why 10s date bellow their range…

MADAME: Well, they aren’t actually dating. Just before all of this went down, they confessed their love for each other; but now, she doesn’t seem to remember, thanks to Darius’s little tricks. Isn’t that tragic?

EDWARD: As much as I hate him, I’ll have to thank him for that. I might actually have a shot… come on, introduce.

MADAME: I will, but not now; things are about to get real ugly…

Change take- back to Damon, Bonnie, and Darius. Darius is wounded on the floor, Bonnie is standing still, looking somewhat dazed. Damon stares deep into her eyes.

 DAMON: Bon… Bon??

BONNIE: (Slowly begins to react…) I… I think I do know you…

DAMON: You do... it’s me, Bon-Bon... the Robin to your Batman, remember? Please, look at me... you really need to snap out of it!  (She hesitates...why does she feel so strongly for this stranger?)

DARIUS: (Still on the ground, talks to her through his thoughts). Love, don’t listen to him. He is only trying to confuse you... 

BONNIE: I hate when people try to tell me what to do. (She transitions into an irritated state; her eyes become pitch black; everything begins to shake).

DAMON: Bon…? (He tries to grab her down and protect her with his body, but he can’t) Bon... I can't move, you need to get out of here! (As he desperately tries to tell her to leave, his voice, just as his body, seems to be put on pause).

 Change take to - The Madame and Edward.

 MADAME: Darling, our work here is done; time to go. (Holds his hand; they disappear).

 Back to - Damon, Darius, and Bonnie.

 DARIUS: (Darius finally regains the strength to get up; grabs her hand) Love, we need to leave...

BONNIE: Don’t call me love! And, don’t tell me what to do! 

DARIUS: (Through his thoughts, using a voice that sounds exactly like her grams) Bonnie, don’t let it control you...

BONNIE: Get out of my head!!!! 

She discharges a huge energy blast, brings everyone to the ground. The “guests” laying on the floor start to vanish, the only two left, unconscious, are Darius and Damon. She kneels down and caresses Damon’s cheek.

BONNIE: I’m sorry for doing this, you seem like a cool guy... I really wish we had the chance to get to know one another; yet, for some strange reason, I feel like we have... Well (kisses him on the cheek), maybe in another life. (Gets up; as she passes by Darius’s unconscious body, she skips over it with disdain; then, levitates out of the mansion and discharges another energy blast that burns the mansion to ashes. She disappears).  

TVD 9x06 (part 3) coming soon! Hope you stop by, read and enjoy! =)

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Young Lady, You’re Scaring Me

(Steve Rogers x Reader)

You’ve been in love with Steve for, well, ever, but he never seems to notice you. So in desperation you ask Tony for advice…yeah, totally not a good idea.

Words: 2138  Warnings: language! daft fluff mainly. :)

The lights were giving you a headache, the code was giving you a headache, the fact you couldn’t stop being distracted by thoughts of Steve; that was driving you crazy. For the last year, your feelings for him had grown and he seemed oblivious. He’s so hard to read, always so professional never giving anything away. You glance across the lab to your best friends, you could ask for help? 

“Hey, Tony?”

“Yesss?”

“Can I ask your advice on something?”

“Ooh, is this serious? I’m guessing this isn’t about the new suits?” Tony grinned and jumped on his chair, sliding over to you a mischievous look of interest in his eyes. 

“Say you really liked someone, but they never notice you? What would you do?”

“Oh, y/n I’m flattered, but Pepper and I have just got back together-”

“Not you, you idiot!” You grinned shoving him, he spins away and Bruce chuckles giving you a rolling eyes smile. Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut? You took off your glasses and pinched your nose.

“I have a few ideas, you know, master of relationships here…"  Tony grinned, rolling his chair back to you, “but I gotta know who he is first.”

“No way. You’ll just laugh.”

“Me?” he feigned offence, “I need to tailor my advice y/n, now spill it.”

“Tell me or I’ll find out. Either way, I’m gonna know."  He pokes you with every word and you bat his hands away in a fit of giggles.

"It’s Steve….” you whispered and he got closer pretending not to hear you.

“It’s who?”

“Steve! I’m in love with Steve ok?!”

“Really?! Capsicle?” his eyes go wide, covering his mouth in mock-surprise.

“Yes, really and he doesn’t know I exist.”

“Well it’s going to be hard getting past his chastity belt,” Tony falls about  laughing, “nobody’s ever got into them britches!”

“Will you help me or not?”

“Just…britches!..Give me a minute!”

—

Hours later you were busy finalizing code when Tony suddenly shouted in your direction.

“Better hide y/n!”

“Eh?”

“Cap’s on his way in.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“You want an answer don’t you?!”

“Tony Stark!"  

"Five seconds till he walks in…”

“I hate you!” You complained but ran out of sight anyway, hiding behind a prototype suit.

“No you don’t! Turn your com on.”

“Yes I do!” You shout just before Steve walks in, heading straight to Tony.

“What is it Stark?"    

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I need to test the new recall mechanism on your suit, it’s been malfunctioning?”

“Right? and you needed me here?”

“Yes,” he pulls Steve over and messes with his suit, it’s obvious he’s not really doing anything, to you anyway, “Sooo, Steve…”

God, was he going to be this obvious? You cringed from around the corner.

“Stark? Do you have something you wanna tell me?”

“How about y/n…?”

“Y/n? What has she got to do with my suit?”

“Nothing…except she wants you out of it and in her bed…” If Steve heard that you would actually shove Steve’s shield up Tony’s-

“She’s hot right? Like smart, cute hot with the glasses and…”

“Aren’t you and Pepper a couple again?” 

“Yes, that’s not my point.”

“Then what is?” Steve said, getting fed up. Seriously, Tony, you could do a better job of this!

“Do you like her? I ship it.”

“What? Why do you, I’m not…ship?"  he blushed and got all awkward before composing himself.

"Are you done?”

Steve tests the recall, of course it works and Tony nods. Steve walks out and Tony runs over to you.

“Did you see how flustered the old guy got?” he giggles and you shove him, “He so likes you…”

“How obvious can you be Tony? Why did I ask you for help?”

“Capsicle’s melting y/n!”

—

“Are you sure about this?" 

Tony had Nat sworn to secrecy, her dressing you up in some of her clothes. 

"You wanna get in his pants, you have to take control.”

“I’m not throwing myself at him, Tony.” 

“You might have to.”

“He doesn’t seem the type to go for all this though…”  you frown down at the heels and clingy dress you were wearing, your eyes itching from the contacts he’d convinced you to wear.  How did Nat walk in these heels never mind kill people?

“...and has your ‘scientist chic’ worked so far?" 

Did he actually just do air quotes?

"No-”

“Well, go on, knock him dead…figuratively!”

Tony pushed you through the door giving you a thumbs up, and you stumble into the common room where Steve and Bucky are eating and talking. Your heart beating so fast you thought it might explode in your chest. You took out your lunch as usual and as usual, neither of them noticed you.

“Hi guys.” The confidence you wanted to project only comes out as a whisper and Tony rolls his eyes and sighs at you from the doorway.

“What the?” Bucky spits out his drink and Steve glances up confused, not quite the expression you were going for.

Feel your resolve fading the longer they stare at you and you just stand there staring back at them.

“Y/n? trying out a new look huh?” Bucky mumbled.

“Yeah, its…"  You wobble your way to the empty chair and start eating lunch. You notice Steve looking and lean over the counter like Tony told you puffing out your chest. What did you have to lose at this point?

"So Steve, I er, wanted to…"  you glance up and smile only meeting his eyes for a second before he coughs and jumps up.

"Got to go, got training, yep, training.” he runs out of the kitchen you facepalm the counter, well that went well. 

“Nice try doll,” Bucky gets up to leave too, winking back at you as he leaves, “you scrub up nice." 

Tony pats you on the back, "There there, plan b?”

—

“Wake up!” 

“Come on sleeping beauty!” 

The annoying voice invades your sleep and your eyes reluctantly open. What the hell did he want?  He’s interrupting a perfect dream, you and Steve on a date to Disney World...

“Urgh, fuck off Tony!”

“Steve’s in the gym alone, you need to go down there.”

You sit up rubbing your eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness and checking the time. 

“Tony, why would I be walking through the gym at 5am?”

“Just do it, trust me.” 

“Urgh, fine.” You yawn grabbing a hoodie and shorts and wandering out of your room.

“You could have brushed your hair.”

“Say one more thing…”

You pause as you walk into the gym. Steve’s lifting weights, his abs gleaming with sweat and you lick your lips, entranced.

“Oh…” 

“See, told you. Now when he looks over try to look sexy.”

“Sexy? How?”  

Steve stops what he's doing, putting the bar back and looking up to you with a confused smile, “Y/n?” 

What were you doing? Right. Sexy. Look sexy. Got it. 

“Hey.” You start to walk over, swaying your hips - Nope, not got it!

You don't see the treadmill and go flying, the thud of your ass meeting the floor echoing around the gym.  Steve runs over to see if you’re okay but all you can hear is Tony’s hysterical laughter in your ear.

“I’m okay.” 

“You took quite a fall there.” Steve’s trying to hold in a laugh and his bare chest is way up close to you. So close you want to reach out and touch him. 

“Yep.” You manage to squeak out before legging it out of there, mortified.

When you get to the lab, Tony and Bruce are watching the footage of you. You storm in and click it off and cross your arms seething at Tony.

“You know I’m gonna keep that cctv right?” He smirks and you groan.

“I thought you were supposed to be helping? Now he just thinks I’m crazy!”

“But he has noticed you…”

“I’m just going to give up while I have a tiny bit of dignity left.” Bruce chuckles and you send him a glare, he holds his hands up.

“Wait, just one more idea. Please?” 

You look back to Bruce for support but he shrugs going back to his work. 

“He likes you y/n. I know it.”

“Argh…fine!” Even as you uttered the words you had the feeling you’d regret them.

 —

IronTone:  be in the gym at 9. America’s ass is teaching you self-defence techniques with the new recruits. ;) 

You peered down at your phone in confusion. Tony had already taught you enough to get yourself out of trouble, not that you’d ever been near any action in all the years you’d worked for him anyway. 

Y/n:  He agreed to that? How?

IronTone: I used my charm of course 

Y/n: You have charm? :p

IronTone: Really y/n

I just said he’s the only man for the job, and I'm worried about your safety

after all, it’s dangerous being around me all the time

Y/n: Wow

IronTone: I know, I’m a genius

I’ve left a little something in your closet, don’t forget your com

This was too far, there’s no way you could do this one. It was too much, too obvious. Even by Tony's standards. You held up the vest crop top thing and some skimpy shorts, how could you wear these? this couldn’t be what the recruits wore they were like something from the 80′s.

Sighing you tried them on, cringing at yourself in the mirror and putting your com in your ear.

“Get your ass down there.”

“Isn't this a bit?”

“You look great, now move.”

With a groan, you head to the gym and it’s really busy. Curiously with most of the avengers training, the recruits chatting and watching them. One after another they turn to look at you. 

“Tony, everyone’s looking at me.” You whisper into your com awkwardly standing behind the group of recruits, they’re all dressed in joggers and t-shirts, whispering between themselves. 

“Look sharp here he comes.” 

Steve heads over, searching the recruits for you and you give him a smile and wave. 

“Hey guys, today we’re-erm,” his eyes go wide, looking you over, “erm, we’re covering self-defence again today.”

He collects himself, giving you a quick smile and turning back to the recruits, “Partner up and go over what we’ve learnt so far. Y/n you’re with me.” 

“Good start, y/n.” 

“But I didn’t do anything.” 

The recruits all busy themselves starting to train and your stomach flips when Steve guides you over to a mat. 

“Quick pretend your lace is undone,” you crouch down messing with your laces and Tony groans, “for god's sake not like that!” 

“How am I supposed to know?!” You hiss, standing up again, Steve giving you a funny look.

“You okay?” 

You bite your lip and nod, his eyes going to your lips, “So...yep, let’s start with the basics.”

Wait, did that actually work? 

But it was the only sign. After that, he was as professional as could be. No matter what Tony told you to try, nothing phased him. Not even when you asked him to show how to break a headlock, though you had to admit you enjoyed that one.

“I think that lip thing was just a fluke, can I go home yet?” 

You took a quick drink break, gulping the water down. You were less than unfit and all this was making you start to sweat. 

“Hang on, do that again.”

“Do what?”

“Drink, let a little water dribble down your…” 

You take another drink, ignoring Tony’s dribble comment, but you do notice Steve watching you from the mat, “You ready to go again?” 

“Of course.”

“Make him catch you, always works.” Tony suggests, and you roll your eyes.  

“So I have to hold my arm like this?”  Steve nods and moves to attack you, while you ‘accidentally’ trip over the edge of the mat and fall backwards with a yelp. Steve catches you with one hand around your waist, bringing you back up against him. 

“Wow, nice reflexes,” You smirk, “you really saved me there.” 

“Now go for the kill.”  Tony whispers, why you don't know as only you can hear him.

“Maybe we should have started slower.” 

His voice is a little shaky and you let one hand drift down his arm, leaning close to whisper in his ear, “I was thinking, maybe you could teach me more in private?”

This time you do fall, when he jumps away from you. 

"What the…young lady, you’re scaring me!” 

Young lady?! 

“Fuck it! I give up!”

Hear his gasp, more shocked at your outburst than what you’d just done. You pick yourself up and start walking away from him, yanking the com out of your ear as you go.

"Language!” Steve shouts after you, getting the attention of the rest of the team and the other recruits, they all turn to wattch you both, nothing but amusement in their eyes.

“English!” You shout back. 

“Actually that was German!” he shouts, pausing before he shouts again, “Why are we shouting?!”

You turn back to him as the room erupts into laughter, “Why do you think?! God Steve!”   

You’d made an idiot out of yourself for the last time. You had your answer and you weren’t sticking around to see Tony and the others laughing at you.

Before you get to the exit, Steve pulls you away to the side, "Y/n I’m flattered, but what’s got into you?"  

Flattered? Well, if that doesn’t make you feel even worse. 

"I told Tony you didn’t see me like that, but he was convinced you liked me!”

“You? What?" Steve chuckles and you take it wrong storming off.

"Hey, wait.” 

Steve holds your arms rubbing them, “You asked Tony Stark for relationship advice? Are you crazy?”

“Maybe a little.” 

“I preferred it when you were yourself, all this crazy shit? I’m not ready for that.”

”Language.“ you smirk, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

"Always had a thing for shy broads, smart, cute…” he tilts your face to meet his, nose brushing yours, “I was working up to asking you to dinner and a movie.”

“Steve I’ve known you for a year, you never got past hello.”

“Yeah, it took longer than I hoped," Steve smiled and kissed you, quick and gentle, the barest touch of his lips against yours.

"So doll, will you go to dinner with me?”

—

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You did what?

This was requested by: @biforrollynch

Request: Hiiiiii idk if youd be comfortable with this request but could i have a seth/Oc fic where the girl has relapsed and harmed herself after a couple years being clean and she doesnt wanna tell seth but he notices and she thinks seth is gonna leave her for it and she hates herself until seth makes her see shes everything? ofc he doesnt leave her and he helps her through it and tells her how important she is to him and how much he loves her??

Warnings: cussing, self harm, angst, fluff

Trigger warning: despression, and self harming. Self harming and something everyone deals with some point in their life and if you are dealing with it please talk I love you guys.

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Seth was gone on again, I felt alone even though he was a phone call away it just wasn’t the same. I was downstairs elbowdeep in dishwater when my phone dinged, I walked over to it and it was from WWE and I clicked it and my stomach dropped Seth and his coworker Becky Lynch were smiling together and a little to close if you ask me. I put my phone down and tried to calm myself, I continued washing dishes when I got pulled from my thoughts. I grabbed my phone again and I saw it was from Twitter this time I opened it, I saw the same picture from the WWE of Seth and Becky.

I read some of the comments, Seth had always told me not to because of it the jealous fans but I always did and this time I knew he was right. I took about 10 minutes to read some of the comments when I had enough I threw my phone and I went upstairs, i wiped the tears from my eyes. I grabbed my razor blade and I slid the blade across my hip, I felt the anxiety leave my body but it was filled with another emotion that was regret. I knew cutting myself was not only hurting me but it was hurting Seth and I’s relationship.

After I cute myself the first time, I kept thinking what would happen if Seth saw and what if he left me? I can’t loose him. I walked to the mirror pulled the top of my shorts down and I slid the blade slowly across my skin at first but then I moved quickly while I put five more lines down my hip. A few hours Seth had came home, and my stomach dropped I stared at my now new cuts and I quickly cleaned the blood and I put on some shorts, when he came into the bedroom, he smiled at me and kissed my head. “Hey beautiful did you miss me? I’ve missed you.” I nodded and I kissed his lips.

He pulled away from the kiss and raised an eyebrow. “Okay Olivia what’s going on?” I looked up and him and forced a fake smile “nothing babe I’m fine.” He pursed his lips together and looked into my eyes. “Olivia have you been crying?” I got out of his grasp and I moved away from him. “I said I’m fine Seth okay.” I sighed and I walked out the bed room. I was fighting back tears, for the first time in a long time I felt ugly and it was my fault.

I was cooking downstairs for Seth, I reached for a bowl on the top self little did I know Seth was walking into the kitchen at the time. “Olivia what is that?” I grabbed the bowl and got off my tippy toes, I turned and looked at him. “What’s, what baby?” *i looked at him and smiled while he his hands rested right above my ass. “These Olivia.” He raises my shirt some and pulled my shorts down a little bit. “That Olivia, why did you do that?” My smile dropped a little bit more and more while he waited for my response.

“It’s not important Seth it’s not a big deal, I don’t want to make something out of nothing.” I slipped out of his arms and continued to make dinner. “It’s not important my ass, also it may not be a big deal to you but it is to me.” I sighed and I continued to toss the salad I was currently making. “Seth look I love you and I would love to talk to you but I don’t think you would understand.” He let out a scoff and crossed his muscular arms. “Olivia I can you just have to let me in, you’ve shut everyone out and won’t let anyone in.”

I looked at me and I let out a laugh. “Yeah and when I shut everyone out you were the first to leave.” Before I could even take a breath he started talking. “Olivia that’s not fair and you know it, I told you why I left.” I rolled my eyes while I kept tossing the salad. “Yeah and I’m sure you went straight to her when you did.” I turned around and crossed my arms while leaning against the countertop looking at him. “Her? Who’s her Olivia cause I didn’t ever cheat on you.” I pushed some hair behind my ear and I was trying to keep calm but I couldn’t any longer.

“Becky, becky is the her, I seen the picture of you and her together WWE made a post and it soon got to me by some fans and a few of our coworkers, you guys looked happy together.” He put his arms down and walked over and wrapped his arms around me. “S-So what your saying is you did this over me?” I looked up at him and then laid against his chest. “No Seth I didn’t do it over you, I did it because the comments that were made and what our coworkers implied.”

I scoffed and I shoftedbme weight on my other side. “Seth you don’t get it, I don’t like her all up on you.” “Olivia your jealous really? I haven’t given you a reason to doubt me at all who cares what others say.” I looked at him and shook my head and I walked towards the door with Seth hot on my heels. I went to our bed room and I grabbed my car keys and put on some shoes, Seth kept calling my name and kept asking where I was going but I didn’t answer him. I wasn’t going to let him see me cry.

I drove and sat in the Waffle House parking lot and my phone kept going off, I had ten miss calls from Seth and at least fifteen text messages from him. I was going to givebin to him like I always did if he didn’t anything from my point of view then there was no more use of arguing, I was tired of it all I don’t know what to do anymore. I was pulled from my thoughts when my phone started going off and I looked at it and I saw the caller ID and answered it. “hello?” I waited before my best friend Renee finally spoke. “Hey girly Seth called dean and he told me to call you so thats why I’m calling not that I don’t love you.”

I smiled at her words and I start playing with my hair while I explained to her what happened, I got myself up all worked up again. I started crying but Renee told me not to, she gave me great advice to just cool off then just go back home cause apparently Seth was worrying himself sick. I rolled my eyes and hung up my phone. I turned my car back on I start to drive home, I saw a Starbucks and I pulled into it he could wait a little bit longer. Starbucks always seemed to help calm me down I don’t know if it was the smell of coffee or just drinking it.

After I got my White chocolate mocha with whip cream from Starbucks I got in my car and I head back home, when I arrived home I felt anxious. I got out of my car with my Starbucks in hand, I decided to just ignore him until I drank my drink cause I’m emotionally drained. I didn’t want to argue anymore but I’m not about to get talked to like I was a child. I twisted the doorknob and I walked inside, I put my keys on the key ring and stopped in my tracks when I seen dinner was done with a little note I picked it up and quickly read it.

Olivia.

When ever you want to talk I’m upstairs in the bed room, I’ve already eaten so don’t worry about me you eat and I’ll clean up okay by the way the chicken was great and so was the salad. I love you!

~ your boyfriend Seth

I just say the note down and I continued to sip on my mocha, I made a plate and started eating. After I was finished I started putting the food away and I started doing dishes, Seth came downstairs and looked at me “hey babe I know your probably still upset but I just worry about you and I love you and if anything ever happened to you.” I sipped on my coffee and continued doing dishes. “Olivia I don’t think I did anything to deserved the silent treatment.” I looked at him and put the dishes on the dishstrainer. “Seth I know you care but your not my dad okay, I love the fact that you care but you don’t see anything from my view.”

He sighed and held me closer letting his body warmth wrap around me, taking his scent in making me calm down some. “Babe I know what you mean I just wanted to let you know I’m only in love with you and no one will ever pull us apart.” I looked up at him, I pulled him down and our lips connected. When we pulled away both of us breathing heavily. “Seth I know I just so scared you are going to leave eme for some one else, that’s why I hid the cuts from you and I didn’t intend on you to find them cause I’m always scared your going to leave me.”

He smiled softly at me and left a small little peck on my lips, he pull me to the couch with him. “Olivia I would never leave you, I’m always going to love you through anything, I’m not going to let one little slip up chase me away and not love you because I do Olivia and I plan on making you my wife one day.” I smiled at him and snuggled into him. “Promise?” He smiled softly and started rubbing my shoulder. “I promise Olivia I won’t ever let anything come between us but you got to start talking to me about things instead of cutting okay babe.” I nodded my head and I kissed his neck and down his shoulder and shown his arm.

“How did I get so lucky to have you Seth Rollins?” He smiled and kissed my head. “Well if it makes you feel any better baby I haven’t always been this way, it’s taken a lot of growth and me growing up to get to where I am and now that I have you I don’t plan on doing anything to screw that up.” I smiled and sat in his lap and smashed our lips together. “I love you Seth Rollins.” He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I love you Olivia so much, now come on let’s go cuddle.” I nodded and he stood up with my legs wrapped around his waist and while he carried me to our bed room where spent all night making up for our fighting.

A/N: I finally got this done and I loved writing it, I hope you all enjoy it and I love you guys so much for all the support and love y’all give me, life gets in the way but you guys and writing are my get away so I’m so greatful also sorry if this was long I wanted to make this one fic instead of 2. ❤️❤️

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