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yawnderu · 7 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Catgirl!Reader

based on one of my favorite roleplays♡ I'll be writing more about catgirl!reader, watch me.

Ngl, not fully satisfied with this one but here we go.

CW: manipulation (coming from the reader), blowjob, deepthroat, face fucking, face slapping, cum swallowing, choking on dick.

"I hate you." Miguel mumbles as you wrap your arms around him, too damn tired to try to pull away from you. He knows it's futile even if he tried, you'd keep clinging to him like a leech. And maybe that's exactly what you are.

God, he hates you. He can't stand all your teasing, or how the only reason you come back to him is his money. He can't stand how you broke down his walls within months, walls he had spent years carefully crafting to avoid this exact same situation.

"Oh, but you love me." You said teasingly, your face against his pecs as you kept rubbing your cheeks on the supple skin. You know he hates whenever you touch his chest, especially after that "nice tits, O'Hara" comment, yet it's so much fun to annoy him. To see the man who stands tall and proud crumble down. Miguel doesn't say anything, simply rolling his eyes as he gently pushes your head away from his chest.

"Puta madre... no puedo más." Miguel mumbles softly, holding the bridge of his nose between his fingers as his eyes close. He doesn't even know why he's dealing with you— he could easily make you go away, yet something about you makes him feel alive for the first time since he lost his daughter. You're a breath of fresh air from all the nightmares, although you're a nightmare yourself.

"Then maybe I should find another man to fund my things, no?" You asked teasingly, knowing damn well Miguel would rather die than allow that. You know he's possessive of you, you know he'd hate to see you go to another man for anything. He would give you the world if you asked for it.

"You know I can't let that happen." He finally looks down at you, pure annoyance on his face, yet his eyes show just how much the idea bothers him. "A man buying you things? I would end him." And it's true. If Miguel could be more honest with himself, he would be. He's very possessive of you, despite the fact that he's fully aware he's being manipulated and used for what he can provide. He already spent too many nights hating himself for allowing it, he already came to terms with it.

"Aw... and what if another man touches me? What if I like it?" Your words make him visibly tense up and he can feel the sensation of his fangs starting to come out. He knows you want a reaction out of him, and for whatever reason, he's giving it to you. It should be okay since you're both alone in his house, no?

"He'd be dead before he could even try to touch you." Miguel replies, dead serious and firm. His voice is a tad bit less sharp, but when it comes to you and other men, his protective instincts kick in.

"You're mine and no one else's. Forever." And just to make a point, he holds your face as he speaks, long fingers holding your jaw with surprising gentleness.

"And what if—" You can't even finish your sentence before Miguel squeezes your face.

"Cállate." His voice is sharp as he snaps back at you, and he's not sure whether he wants to punch or kiss you. He looks down at you with pure annoyance. His 6'9 behemoth frame would intimidate anyone, yet you're simply grinning up at him like an idiot, looking proud about pissing him off. His gaze drifts down to your lips, admiring the plump flesh before, against his better judgment, his thumb teasingly rubs your lower lip.

"Eres tan linda, pero tan cruel." He speaks softly, almost as if he was putting his thoughts into words. You open your mouth slightly, allowing his thumb into your mouth as you begin sucking on it teasingly, your tongue gently rubbing on the bare skin as he disengages the suit on his hand only.

"Dios mío." He can feel himself starting to get hard beneath his tech suit, thinking back on all the times you've sucked him off.

You never did any sexual favors for money, you simply did it as a reward for him. To keep him interested and enamored with you, and it worked. It always worked, all you had to do was get on your knees and look up at him with those pretty, doe eyes.

He disengaged the suit on his crotch, his fat cock coming out and gently landing on your cheek, making you giggle softly. Your paw went up to slowly stroke his shaft as your tongue began to teasingly lick the tip of his dick, the taste of his precum all over it. Miguel hissed as you licked the slit of his tip, his hand now resting on your head, scratching the back of your ear softly, knowing how pleasant is is for you.

"Buena chica." He praised softly, his eyes closing as you began to suck him off, slowly taking more and more of his big cock into your mouth. He helped you by gently pushing your head towards his hips, groaning at the feeling of your tight throat swallowing him up. Both of his hands went to the sides of your head, starting to thrust into your throat deeply, yet still holding back to not hurt you.

"Así, así..." He mumbled as he fucked into your throat, holding you in place once he was fully inside, your nose hitting his well-groomed happy-trail before he began slamming into you again, his fangs now coming out as he got lost in the sensation of your warm throat. You may hold the cards in whatever relationship you two had, but he was always the one in control whenever his dick was inside any of your holes.

"You need it just as bad as me, mutt." His voice is rough and raspy, eyes fluttering as he thrashes into your throat, pulling out only to give you the chance to breathe. You greedily gasp for air, coughing softly as your throat finally has an air flow. Miguel jerks himself off while staring at you, moving the tip of his dick all over your cheek, smearing it with your own spit and his precum.

He waits until you nod your head, lifting your face with one hand as his other one delivers a hard slap to your cheek before he starts to fuck your face again, the stinging feeling of the slap and his cock all the way down your throat making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Miguel is using you like a sex-toy, yet the feeling is always too good to care. These are the only moments he gets to have any control in your relationship, no matter what.

"Mierda..." He hisses out as he bites his lip to prevent a guttural moan to escape his mouth. He looks so pretty like this; eyebrows furrowed slightly, his face covered by a thin layer of sweat, nose slightly scrunched fangs bared as he focuses on fucking your face. His thrusts begin to get more sloppy after a few minutes, and it's clear he won't last long.

With one last deep thrust and a loud groan, he slams his cock all the way down your throat, forcing you to swallow all his warm and sticky cum. Miguel cums a lot, and you're forced to deal with it. Coughing and struggling for air, yet he doesn't pull his dick out, not until he's sure you swallowed all of it.

"Good girl." He praises, sighing softly as he pulls his cock out gently, laying it down on your face as you struggle for air, tears rimming your eyes as you cough. A satisfied smirk sets on his lips as you look up at him with a grin.

"How much money did you need again?"

#miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #astv #across the spiderverse #miguel x you

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 1 month

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🫧 ━━ JOHNNY UTAH X CHUBBY F READER IMAGINE𓈒

𓈒part I 𓈒cheeky Johnny

𓈒inspo: @tedsbogusworld’s 🤖

━━ you are bodhi’s little sister

━━ just trying to make it through college while working part-time at the aquarium

━━ your parents aren’t around anymore, so you’ve been taking care of your older brother (paying the bills and rent with tuition money, stocking the fridge, dragging him in from the yard where he’s passed out in a puddle of beer and vomit in the cool waking sunset)

━━ your big brother throws the wildest parties ; you avoid them at all costs, shut yourself in your room, hide away at the beach, stay late at work. it’s just not your scene

━━ plus, his friends aren’t nice, especially not when they’ve been drinking, and being surrounded by tall, athletic bodies in tight swimsuits is detrimental to your baggy clothed, short, chubby self esteem

one night, you get home super late, but the party is still raging. Spilled cans of liquor on your floor, an unattended bonfire that you have to put out with the hose - we’re in a drought for chist’s sake, have some common decency, bodhi.

bodhi catches you in the kitchen, much to your scowling dismay, and has someone he wants you to meet. you’re really not in the mood for his antics tonight - he’s so drunk and high he can barely keep two feet parallel with the ground - so you basically tell him to fuck off

but, bodhi is super bad at respecting boundaries. it inflates when he’s under influence. he’s got you face to face with a brand new partygoer before you have a chance to run

“hey.” big white grin, tawny skin, heavy dark eyes. you have to crane your neck to look at his face.

the music is almost too loud for you to catch bodhi’s next infuriating line. “told ya she was cute, johnny. she’s all yours.”

you basically freak out on him, shove his shoulder and start yelling and cursing and drawing attention.

you’ve spent years taking care of him, not asking for a cent from his party fund, putting up with his bullshit, and you’re so fucking tired of him making fun of you just because you’re not a skinny surfing meat head. after you rip him a new asshole, you storm off.

you could go to your room, but that would mean shouldering through a crowd, so you opt for a long walk on the pier instead.

as you’re watching the dark ocean waves crash and spray against support beams, you feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn around, ready to fight, but it’s just bodhi’s new friend.

lowering your fist and replacing it with a scowl, you turn back around to face the open sea and ignore mr. tall dark and handsome.

“hey.” he leans on the railing beside you, accidentally scrapes his forearm on a barnacle and starts bleeding. “ah, fuck.”

“you’ve never been to a beach town, huh?” his arm is in your hand and you’re using your old tshirt to wipe the trickling red from his skin.

he smiles at you, boyishly, gives this coy bat of thick lashes that makes your tummy uneasy. you hope he doesn’t notice the abrupt way you let his arm flop. little tickly crabs crawl over your skin as you turn away.

“got a bandaid?”

“you’ll live.”

“ouch. hey, I think we got off on the wrong foot. i’m johnny, just moved here.”

“hullo, johnny just moved here, i’m not interested in company.”

he seems way too amused by your venom, lets loose a little chuckle. “you’re not very friendly, are you?”

“not to bodhi’s cult, no.”

“man, what is your problem?” he shakes his head and kicks dried salt. “you have the hots for me or something?”

stiffened shoulders, shrinking posture, eyes unable to hold his own. it’s all the info he needs. he gets a big grin that makes you want to jump right off the pier and let the angry water swallow you up.

“oh, yeah?” he tugs his bottom lip into the toothy smile, nudges your shoulder. “listen, just cuz i’m pretty doesn’t mean i’m a dickwad.”

“yeah, it does.” you think you’re insulting him, but really what you’ve just done is confirmed that you do think he’s pretty - the quiet, thick quiver in your voice doesn’t help your case.

“thanks, sweetheart.”

now you have a better idea - push him off the pier. instead, you walk away.

“oh, she’s adorable.”

#Idk what this is #Johnny Utah #second part coming soon yall #x chubby reader #chubby reader #x plus sized reader #plus size reader #point break #keanuverse

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leverage-ot3 · 4 months

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notable moments from The Cross My Heart Job

leverage 4.09

(team comes down an escalator toward the main floor)

Sophie: Well, that trip was a complete disaster.

Hardison: It was a train wreck.

Eliot: No, it was a shipwreck. And you know how I know that? 'Cause I was in the wreck.

Hardison: Hey, man, I don't want to hear you complain. At least you don't have to fix th-the ear buds. You know what?

Eliot: Man, don't talk to me about the ear buds! I just fought three ex-Brazilian combat divers with spear-guns, underwater!

Hardison: I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it.

Eliot: You believe this? (taps Sophie’s arm)

Sophie: Ow, don't touch me. I am sunburnt everywhere. I hate playing the French heiress on the topless beach.

Parker: Oh, I don't know what you're complaining about. I didn't even get to see the emerald.

Hardison: Are you for real?

Eliot: Oh, my god, for the last time, it's not an emerald. All right? It's an island. It's the "Emerald of the Caribbean."

chaotic family on an escalator

- - - - -

Parker: The heart could be anywhere by now. They could have jumped in a taxi and driven off.

Sophie: No, no, we have to assume it's still in the airport, that they're planning to fly it out.

Parker: Why?

Eliot: 'Cause otherwise, we've already lost

- - - - -

Eliot: All right. They're in there. We're gonna need a distraction.

(Sophie takes off her pants and uses her long shirt like a dress, then shakes out her hair and pulls a pair of heels from her purse. Parker counts some cash)

Parker: All right, they told Linda to call from a pay phone for instructions once she made the drop.

Eliot (hands Parker money): Better hurry up, or they're gonna start getting suspicious.

Parker: It's a good thing we didn't stay on that island to see those emeralds.

Eliot: Parker, I just t...

(Sophie leans on Eliot to put on her shoes)

Eliot: You carry high heels in your purse?

Sophie: I always travel with heels. (takes Parker’s scarf and ties it around her waist) How's this? Distracting enough?

Parker: Hmm.

parker and eliot both look away, partially to give her privacy but partially to act as a wall so that other people won’t see her changing

notice the stark contrast between this scene and the other changing scene in this episode

- - - - -

(the clerk closes the doors. Inside, Eliot pulls the kidnapper between two tables while Parker talks to Tanya)

Paker: Yeah, that will work. We'll get you a little taser, carry it with you wherever you go-

parker and her tasers + being surprisingly good with kids

- - - - -

Nate (to Eliot): What do you got on this guy?

Eliot: He's not a professional. He has no combat training. Lousy Zanshin.

Parker: The what?

Eliot: He's a loc... It means "personal awareness." Thug for hire, but very well funded. (hands Nate tickets) Two first-class tickets, one for him and one for the girl, and that's how they got past security, and (hands gun to Nate) plastic gun. One or two shots in the barrel warps, but that's pretty much all you need, very pricey hardware.

Parker: Why would someone pay for that but not hire a professional?

Eliot: He doesn't want a professional. He wants a local so we can't trace him back to him.

- - - - -

(Eliot uses a cord to tie the kidnapper’s hands)

Eliot (to Sophie): Don't suppose you travel with handcuffs.

Sophie: No, not on this trip.

👀👀👀

- - - - -

Parker: Plus the ear buds are busted.

Hardison: And I burned our phones and our credit cards so we can't be traced.

Sophie: Most of our money went on bribing the waiter.

Eliot: We're operating in a secured area.

Parker: And my lock picks are checked.

Hardison: And airport wi-fi is a joke. Face it, we're practically naked.

- - - - -

(Eliot and Parker walk out of the Restaurant and part ways. Parker approaches a kiosk that sells computers and looks around, then crouches to look at the locks before walking away. Eliot approaches an electronic store before yelling catches his attention from a check in desk not far away)

Platinum Flyer: You guys! Hey! Platinum flyer over here. Come here. Somebody look at me.

Airline Clerk: Sir, please calm down.

Platinum Flyer: Ju... let me stop you right there, okay? I don't care what seats you have left, all right? Do you see this? (holds up a card) I am a vista Atlantic platinum flyer, all right? Is this card gold? No. Look at it. Is it silver? No.

(Eliot looks around, sees a magazine and picks it up)

Platinum Flyer: It's platinum, all right? So if you think that I am sitting back in coach with the rabble, you got another think coming, all right?

(Eliot puts the magazine over the Platinum Flyer’s briefcase as the man tries to drop his wallet into it)

Platinum Flyer: You can just forget it. I don't even want to talk to you anymore. Who's that? Thing one and thing two, come here. You guys. Hey!

(Eliot walks back to the electronics store and pulls the Platinum Flyer’s credit card from the wallet. He enters the store and grabs several packages of walkie talkies, then flags down a clerk)

Eliot: Yo, yo, yo. Come over here.

(Parker tries on various sunglasses, stealing a pair before walking away. She walks past again and steals a snow globe. On another pass she steals a bag. She returns to the computer kiosk and breaks the sunglasses to picks the locks, revealing an old style CRT monitor)

all this competence porn, it’s SO GOOD

- - - - -

(later Parker and Eliot take apart the walkie talkies at a table while Hardison uses an old computer at the bar with Sophie and Linda watching while Nate paces)

Nate: Hardison, come on.

Hardison: Look, man, this is like stone knives and bearskins, okay? Nobody's asking Eliot to fight a guy with a nerf sword.

Eliot: Damascus, 2002.

Hardison: Like you've been to Damascus.

domestic parker and eliot taking apart walkie talkies? eliot legit sword fighting with a nerf sword? amazing

- - - - -

(the clerk watches from behind them, amazed)

Hardison: Wh-what? Come on, man. Like you've never seen a man travel with a desktop before. Go.

LMAO

- - - - -

Nate: Right there! Right there. Him.

Sophie: Dean Chesney?

Nate: Dean Chesney, CEO of Vertronics defense contractor. I had my eye on him for quite a while, but he was never a high-priority target.

Hardison: Why not?

Nate: He was dying.

- - - - -

(Eliot sits down and his feet hit against the struggling kidnapper. Eliot kicks him in the head but he continues making muffled sounds)

Nate: Are you done?

(Eliot kicks the man again)

Eliot: Yeah

- - - - -

Hardison: After we get out of the public areas of the terminal, we work on level two. It's ground crew, tarmac access. It gets us from here to the private terminal.

Parker: How do we get that? Break Eliot's wrist?

Hardison: What? N-no, no. We just pick one up from where the ground crew left it.

[Locker Room]

Parker (opening combination lock): Yeah, this will keep my stuff safe, from a 6-year-old with the DTs.

(Parker opens the locker and removes a jacket. Eliot closes the locker and hits the lock on the one next to it, opening the lock. He pulls out a level 2 badge and hands it to Parker)

Eliot: That's two.

(Parker and Eliot begin to change clothes)

🔥🔥🔥 scene tho 🔥🔥🔥

also, notice how they start getting changed without turning around or anything, like hardison would have immediately turned around because that’s who he is. she literally immediately takes her shirt off without a care. he doesn’t even blink at it. eliot and parker have a very strong, nonverbal, physical bond because they’re similar entities. they understand each other on a deep level because of their pasts and there isn’t that type of need for modesty between them.

also they’re literally so close to each other when they’re doing this??? literally, personal space? they don’t know her

ALSO, eliot throws his shirt at the camera and idk it feels like he’s giving parker privacy from the “onlookers” (aka the camera) if you get what I’m saying,,,

- - - - -

Sophie: Well, we have to lure them out.

Parker: Oh, okay. Set Nate on fire?

Eliot: Settle down

she mouths “no” back at him and they have a silent exchange where she ends up smiling I love them

- - - - -

Hardison (pacing): Come on, Eliot. Come on, come on. Come on, man.

Announcer: Mr. Picard. Mr. Kirk Picard, please meet your party at door "E.

ELIOT KNOWS HOW TO GET HARDISONS ATTENTION. HE KNOWS TO MAKE A STAR TREK REFERENCE AND BAM HARDISON KNOWS WHATS UP. WHAT D O R K S

- - - - -

(Eliot gets into a cart that Parker is sitting in. She holds up the keys and hands them to him)

Parker: Let's ride

her SMILE and EXCITEMENT

- - - - -

Hardison: Excuse me. Uh, something's wrong with my pin. Can you reset it for me?

(Hardison hands the card to the guard, who scans it)

Guard: Can you confirm your old pin?

(the screen shows that the card belongs to a woman and the guard looks at Hardison in surprise)

Guard: Uh...

Hardison: What?

Guard: Wh—

Hardison: what? You got a, you got a problem? My little transformation? Go on, speak your mind. Yeah, I had some surgery, huh? A little nip, a little tuck, a little pop, okay? And now I am who I'm supposed to be. I used to be Francesca. Now my name is Frank!

Guard: Um...

(a second guard turns to look at Hardison)

Hardison: You got a problem? You... excu—excu—I didn't know this was the club. You all up in the mix, don't even know the flavor. What's your problem? (walks around the desk aggressively) You got a, you—everybody got a problem with this? Look, racism, sexism, anti-semitism? That's how you y'all want to play this? Cool. I thought it was a no-no in airport security, but I see y'all profilin' me right, left, and center, everywhere. You know what? Shame on you. Shame on your mama. Shame on your kids.

(Hardison glances at the monitor to see the pin number, then walks back around the desk)

Guard: I-it's fine. I-it's fine. I got no problem with anything. Uh, it-it looks like you used to, used to be a-a really pretty girl.

Hardison: Used to be?

Guard: A-and n-now you're a-a very handsome gentleman.

Hardison: You hitting on me?

Guard: C-can you confirm your old pin?

Hardison: It's 5135.

Guard: Uh. (scans the card) Okay, there. Try that.

Hardison: Thank you. (looks at second guard) You better re-adjust your peripherals.

Guard 2: Real smooth.

(Hardison returns to the card reader and scans the card, entering the pin)

Reader: Pin accepted.

Hardison: Don't care what anybody else says. Next time, I'm taking the train.

I can’t tell if this scene was transphobic or not ??? like, it could have been worse and he called out people who would be judgmental of his “transformation” ???

like there was like one other kinda transphobic thing they did in the show but I forget the episode

- - - - -

Nate: I know what you're gonna say.

Sophie: I think you should have a drink.

Nate: Okay, I didn't know what you were gonna say.

Sophie: Look, we don't like it when you drink, (pours him a drink) but we trust you when you do. We both knew this was gonna get personal. We need you to stay clear-headed. You let it get to you now, it's gonna go bad for all of us. Be very careful, Nate.

- - - - -

Nate: Sam would have been 13 this year. A teenager. Almost a man. I mean, you know, probably a big pain in the ass, but… Joshua Spin is getting out of that hospital bed.

(Sophie nods. Nate sighs and takes the drink, looking down at Sophie’s hand over his)

- - - - -

hardison’s GRIN when he sees all the computers in the tower 🥺

- - - - -

Parker: It took us 8 minutes to get there. It's gonna take us 8 minutes to get back. Wait. (goes around to the front of the cart)

Eliot: What are you doing? Wait. No way!

(Parker lies on the ground and reaches under the cart)

Eliot: Come on, Parker, we got to go! We got to get-- Let's go! What are you do-- Quit monkeying around under there!

(Parker stands up holding a piece of electronics)

Eliot: Did you just pull something out of the engine?

Parker: Yeah. Spark regulator, keeps the cart from going more than 25 miles an hour. Now we'll get there in 4 minutes.

(Eliot starts the cart and takes off quickly)

Parker: Hey! Whoa! Whoa! Yeah!

- - - - -

Nate: Last week on that island, you faked a volcanic eruption. How is this harder?

HE DID WHAT NOW

- - - - -

Nate: You just sell it to the tower.

Sophie: Massdot special?

Nate: Massdot special.

Linda: Massdot special?

Sophie: Yes! (takes Linda’s phone and makes a call)

[National Weather Service]

Rachael: National Weather Service. This is Rachel.

Sophie: Oh, thank God!

[Crab-a-Rama]

Sophie: I was just out walking my dogs, and I saw a tornado touch down!

(Nate pulls up pictures of tornadoes on the computer)

Rachael: Are you sure?

[National Weather Service]

Rachael: The current forecast don't indicate any severe-weather patterns.

Sophie: I'm sure.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Sophie: I took a photo of it with my phone. I'm sending it to you now.

(Nate sends a picture of a tornado to Rachael as he dials the phone)

[National Weather Service]

(Rachael looks at the picture in shock)

Rachael: Uh, please hold, ma'am. (places Sophie on hold and takes another call) National weather service. This is Rachel.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: Are you asleep at the wheel? There's a tornado out here by the airport right now! A freaking tornado! Come on!

[National Weather Service]

Rachael: Bill. Bill!

Bill: What is it?

Rachael: We got calls here. I think we need to issue a tornado warning for the Cincinnati metropolitan area.

- - - - -

Chesney: --to make the top of the list. This is my only chance. I've planned for months. I have eight backup contingencies. I'm fighting for my life, Mr. Ford! What are you fighting for?

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: I am fighting for that 15-year-old boy that you're going to kill.

[Chesney’s Room]

Chesney: God helps those who help themselves.

Nate: And I help people who can't.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: And God help you if anything should happen to that boy, because if he spends more than one second longer in that hospital than he needs to, I will make it my mission in life to end you.

[Chesney’s Room]

Nate: I will ruin you.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: I will ruin your name. I will ruin your company. I will bring down everything you have ever touched. And when I am done, I will hunt you down--

[Chesney’s Room]

Nate: --and I will kill you myself.

[Crab-a-Rama]

(Nate hangs up the phone)

- - - - -

parker yells “yee haw” a lot and I love her for that

- - - - -

Pilot: Tower, field is in sight.

Program: We have you in sight. Clear to land on runway 1-8.

Hardison: Okay, flight 4-0-9. W-we have a visual. You are clear to land on runway 1-8.

Pilot: Roger. Clear to land.

(the airplane lands safely)

Pilot: Tower, we are down.

Hardison: Yes! Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about.

Pilot: Say again, tower?

Hardison: I'm sorry. No, no, I'm sorry. It's cool. It's cool. It's cool. Celebrate with me. All right.

hardison managed to land an airplane with 300 people on it with nothing more than a computer and a flight simulator and we STAN our intelligent man

- - - - -

eliot was always standing next to hardison in all the extra scenes in this episode and we love to see it

- - - - -

(Eliot looks at Nate and Sophie, then nudges Hardison)

Eliot: Let's go.

(Eliot grabs Parker on the way down the hall, Hardison follows them)

his lil pat on hardison’s shoulder? how he places a guiding hand on parker’s arm, leading her away? we LOVE to see casual touches and casual intimacy between them

- - - - -

so hardison likes to assemble model helicopters in his spare time sometimes and nate assembles model ships in his ???

- - - - -

Chesney: So now what? You can't report me without exposing yourself. And what's to stop me from trying again?

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: I am. (hits remote to bring up information and a video feed on the monitors) I'm watching you. I'm watching your money, your people, your company. What have you got there, a pulse rate of 86?

[Chesney’s Room]

(Chesney looks around in alarm)

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: Oh, look at that.

[Chesney’s Room]

Nate: Just jumped up to 104. That can't be good for you.

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: Make your peace now, Chesney. (continues putting model together) Because if I see anything, anything I don't like...

[Chesney’s Room]

Chesney: Well, Mr. Ford it seems you've killed me after all.

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: Oh, I didn't kill you. God killed you. I just made sure it took. (hangs up)

#eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #leverage #nate ford #nate ford meta #sophie devereaux #sophie devereaux meta #parker meta #alec hardison meta #eliot spencer meta #meta #notable moments #the cross my heart job #leverage season 4 #mine #leverage: let's go steal a queue

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theology101 · 2 months

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Fabian and Adaine have me absolutely bewitched and its going to be everyone's problem

Im writing a fic for the two of them were they sorta do the awkward 'are we dating or just Good Friends who spend time together without other Friends' to 'fake date to fix her money problems' and then 'actually we were in love the entire time.' I'm not 100% on my order of events yet but I have a bunch of vignettes stuck in my head and its easier for my brain to expell them at an audience

Moggy the Doggy and the Hangman both go to the Spectral Dog park, Fabian and Adaine want to get Hangman comfortable in his hellhound form (although they respect that he prefers to be a bike)

For some reason whenever Adaine needs new clothes, she goes with Fabian? Something about the good vibes from the Jean Jacket means she thinks he's a lucky charm for clothes

While out in public Adaine has a panic attack, and Fabian swaddled her in the Battle Sheet. She initially thinks its patronizing before realizing - is this shit thread count seven billion?

After the Swaddle Incident, Fig and Kristen start VIOLENTLY shipping them, and that inspires the 'lets get engaged for tax purposes'

Fabian has an additional fund for his betrothed/spouse/SO, and KVX starts giving Adaine three thousand gold pieces a month

Jawbone, Gorthulax and Sandra Lynn are all pretty hype about this development - Sandra Lynn has her fucking eyes on him though. Adaine immediately feels guilty about lying

Hallariel flies home fucking immediately and forces Adaine to spend an entire Weekend with her. I'm talking Spa Day, Dress Fitting, Sword Dueling and a bunch of traditional elven activities

(and Adaine def doesn't cry because she's having the type of elven family experience with Hallariel that she wishes she had with Arianwen Abernant)

Turns out KVX has a similar system as the 'nemesis' system for spouses/signifgant others. Adaine would not be getting her three thousand gold a month unless she and Fabian genuinely did love each other

The reaction from that makes her vomit

The Bad Kids have to deal with Princess Nara being a BITCH. She's Fabian's cousin, wants her fucking sword back, thank you very much, and thinks that the Elven Oracle slumming it at High School and on adventures instead of leading a fucking nation like she's supposed to

Fabian and Adaine are backing each other up with so much passion and authority they kiss about it when they're done

And idk how we get here, but she's proposing herself with rings from the Jacket of Useful Things

I have more that are still half baked but if anyone else has any hit me dog. This shit is going to be 5k words+ a chapter when I'm done with her and I'm debating on 1-5 chapters rn

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tiedyeflannels · 3 months

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BTS Headcanon || The Members Playing Loteria

OT7 x reader

Word count: 1k

Masterlist

A/N: Hey! I just wanted to write a little blurb while I'm working on the next installment of Blind Date(s)! @maple-leaves-in-the-wind and I came up with this and it was super fun to think about how they would be if they played loteria.

For those who don't know loteria, here's a quick run-down: It's basically bingo, but with betting. You have a set amount (usually a few cents) that you pay per "bingo" card (you can have multiple cards) and you pile the money in the middle. You, then, have someone calling the cards (numbers in bingo) and you win by filling a row either vertically, horizontally, or diagonally and get the money from the middle. Basic bingo rules. At the very end of the game, there is one last round where you pay a good amount of money for each card. The higher the amount, the bigger the pot, the higher the stakes. You win the final pot by filling out the ENTIRE card (think blackout bingo).

Playing loteria with the members would best be described in one word…

CHAOTIC

If RUN BTS has taught us anything, it’s that they are competitive

I’m talking shouting

Blaming

Demanding recounts (looking through each card that was called)

Demanding their money back if they think that the person who’s always winning every round (most likely you) is cheating

The WHOLE nine yards

And speaking of money…

Broke millionaires

When you said that everyone would be buying a card at 25 cents a pop, they immediately start running around whoever’s house (or the shared dorm) that you’re playing at and digging in between the couch cushions for change

Though you had told them about this game DAYS in advance

“Spare change? Spare change, ma’am?”

And don’t even get me started on how much is going into the final pot

Someone Tae suggests that they should pay 5 bucks a card and everyone becomes DEFENSIVE

Get ready for some arguments to break out

"Alright, should we do one final round before we call it a night,” I asked, looking around the table, slightly chuckling at some of the members' hair.

It was mainly the maknae line that had their hair sticking in every direction from the amount of times they had run their hands through it. I collected the cards from near the middle of the table so I could shuffle them as Namjoon pushed the pot money over to me.

Everyone nodded at the question.

“Alright! How much should we pay per card,” I asked as I shuffled the deck.

Taehyung was quick to answer, “5 bucks!”

Everyone’s head shot up at the suggestion while Jungkook, Jimin and Hobi abruptly stood up, almost knocking over their chairs.

"Absolutely not!” “That is too much money!”

I giggled as Jimin and Tae started to bicker and the others sat back down.

“5 bucks? Do you know how many ramen packs I can get with that,” Jungkook argued.

“I’m gonna have to side with Jungkook on this one. I don’t want to pull from my retirement fund yet,” Yoongi said, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“Yeah we don’t want to do that, he’s gonna need it soon,” Jin chimed in.

Yoongi threw a glare at him, “You’re older than me, you know that?”

I bursted out laughing at the disgusted face Jin made before Namjoon started telling us to calm down.

We looked over to him as he stated a proposal, “How about we do 2 dollars a card?”

“I’m down,” I said, taking out 2 dollars from my wallet.

Everyone followed my lead and started to dig around for their wallets before pulling out the amount they were going to pay. I put my two dollars in the middle of the table and got rid of my other two cards, leaving me with the one. I looked around as everyone was sorting their things and stopped at Jungkook.

“I only have a 5 dollar bill,” he said with a pout.

“Do you want 3 cards because I can give you a dollar or if you don’t, just take the change from the pile,”I offered.

He nodded, placing the five in the middle, “I’ll take three cards!” I nodded and pulled out another dollar from my wallet, throwing it in the middle.

Looking around, Hobi, Jimin and Tae had two cards, Jungkook had three, and Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin and I had one which made the grand total: 26 dollars.

“Alright, are we ready,” I asked as everyone nodded. I was about to call a card, but Hobi stopped me.

“Wait, can someone else call the cards?”

I looked at him, confused, “Why?”

“Because you’re the only one that’s been calling cards and you’ve won almost every round.”

“That’s because no one wants to call the cards, but if it makes you feel better… I’ll let you shuffle,” I said, moving to hand him the cards, “And Namjoon can call out the cards, okay?”

I looked over to Namjoon for confirmation as Hobi started to shuffle the deck, he nodded. Once Hobi was done shuffling he handed them over to Namjoon, who started to call out the cards.

It had been a while and no one had cleared their entire card yet, so I looked over and saw that Namjoon had already gone through half of the deck.

“How has no one won yet,” I asked, looking down at my car, that only needed a few more spots to be filled and then looked around.

“I don’t know, but I only need a couple more to win,” Jimin spoke up and the other nodded in agreement.

A few more cards were laid down and the tension was building. Everyone was on the edge of their seats as Namjoon started to near the end of the deck until…

“Buenas!” I cheered as I covered the last spot I needed to completely fill out my card. The guys groaned and fell back into their chairs as I happily collected the money.

“That’s not fair,” Tae groaned.

I laughed, “That’s how it goes.”

I grabbed my wallet and got up, “Well I’m hungry, so I’m gonna go to the convenience store.”

Jungkook and Tae shot up, following me immediately.

“Can you get us something,” Jungkook asked as they both looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

I squinted before sighing, “Fine.”

I was about to step through the door, but stopped and looked at the others, “Are you guys gonna come too?”

They all got up and followed me to the door. I sighed again as we started to walk to the convenience store.

“I’m only getting you ramen, okay?”

“Yay," they all cheered.

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super-paper · 9 months

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The Villains' Pastime: Gourmet Food Highlights

Another day, another event focused on the LOV and their targeted psychic attacks on Skeptic's blood pressure (+ ReDestro's wallet)

The event starts with the gang fully embracing the freeloader lifestyle: lounging around and playing cards, ordering premium food on the PLF's dime, and doing absolutely nothing to actually help out with running the organization they violently took over like a week ago.

Everyone praises Tomura for being good at cards, with Compress and Twice wondering how he can be so good at reading others even though most of them are wearing masks. Jin then proceeds to shout out what his hand is, solving part of the mystery behind Tomura's undefeated winning streak in record time.

They want to play another game, but Tomura shoots them down bc it's close to noon and he's hungry. They agree to stop playing cards and get some lunch, and start talking about what sort of gourmet (read: expensive) foods they should try next. Tomura breezily talks about how nice it is to finally have money to burn (he's the worst ♥️), which inevitably summons Skeptic from the fourth ring of hell to bitch everyone out about wasting the PLF's precious funds.

"Thanks a bunch~" If Skeptic murks you in your sleep, you really only have yourself to blame Mister.

No one does "endearing in a criminally insane way" quite like Tomura. 😬

Trumpet senses that things are about to get ugly (or that skeptic is about five seconds away from a full blown hypertensive crisis) and intervenes, suggesting that they play a game of cards-- If Tomura wins, the PLF will foot the bill. If Skeptic wins, they either have to pay for their own lunch or just go hungry.

Tomura (quite predictably) says "fuck that" and tells Spinner just to go buy them lunch at a convenience store.

>be me >be stuck in a secret base hidden deep in the mountains >be literally miles away from civilization and the nearest town >tfw warp gate is doing ten-to-life and warp sludge is being gatekept by the world's most toxic Ivo Robotnik cosplayer 😔 >my boss, fully aware of all the above, orders me to walk to the nearest town and buy him a frozen burrito from a gas station >mfw

IS THIS YOUR MAN, SPINNER.

Tomura lightly bullying his friends and making unreasonable requests is nothing new, but this one strikes me as hilariously mean spirited even by his standards bc it’s also implied Tomura expects Spinner to foot the bill on top of all that:

BRO FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE 😭

Trumpet eventually convinces Tomura that it would actually (read: obviously) be faster to just settle the issue with a game of cards-- Tomura finally gives in, and they settle on a game of blackjack.

Compress explains the rules of blackjack and offers to deal the cards-- Trumpet shuts this down immediately and says that HE will deal the cards, thank you very much:

As an aside, I love how utterly shameless they make Compress in these events lmao.

Tomura and Skeptic begin their game, and Tomura quickly makes it apparent that he approaches blackjack with the same suicidally reckless abandon as he does pretty much everything else:

Out of context MHA, eat your heart out.

Spinner, Compress, and Dabi all worry that Tomura has drawn too many cards and is gonna lose by default, but Jin and Himiko both express their faith in his abilities as an ill-gotten bread winner (<3)

Tomura and Skeptic both reveal their hands, and we hard cut to the aftermath where the LOV are gushing about all the high quality meat they bought on the PLF's dime while Skeptic seethes in the corner.

>Tomura

> making logical choices

well, there's your first mistake.

Trumpet tells Skeptic to stop being a hater and dig in, casually siding with the LOV now that they've won their premium beef:

Trumpet:

Like a true politician.

The lunch party continues until ReDestro enters the scene... gushing about some high quality meat he managed to get ahold of and asking the League if they'd like some hot pot. :) Skeptic realizes his life is a cosmic joke. The event ends.

Bonus Stuff:

This is starting to feel less like a case of the LOV simply liking sushi and more like a united effort to haze Dabi. Deserved, tbh.

Jin telling Himiko to eat her veggies and Compress fondly watching her eat her weight in meat......... they r SO cute wtf..................,😭

>I start joking about Tomura being the most rancid godawful tsundere in existence

>somewhere out there, apollo draws back his dodgeball arm

He sure complains a lot for someone who grumpily indulges their every whim, huh.

#MHUI #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #toga himiko #todoroki touya #shimura tenko #my hero academia #mhui blogging

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scarlettsandmaroons · 1 year

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it was paradise | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter nine | chapter ten: all the love we unravel

chapter summary: you couldn't tell when mrs. romanoff became natasha romanoff; the woman who'd laugh with her friends, or kiss you in an empty parking lot. when did the big, bad, mrs. romanoff who you prayed would take you off her radar, became nat, the very woman you'd beg to look at you. when had the hatred turn to all this?

warnings: curse words, fluff; public displays of affection, platonic relationships, cheesy. unedited.

a/n: im sorry it took so long!!!! this was initially much much longer. but i had to cut this part in half. i had to sneak in this bit of fluff in the story, i think we all deserve it. but anyways, natasha and reader's relationship is just so <333333

"oh fuck off, romanoff!" tony yells when natasha steals the last bit of popcorn. the boys complain after him, clint taking a forgotten piece to throw at natasha. natasha expertly dodges even when facing away and walking back to her small kitchen.

you took a handful of your popcorn and threw it at tony, "hey, don't talk to my woman like that," you laugh, but not as loud as thor did when he joined in and threw a handful from your bowl at tony. and thus begun the ruckus in natasha's apartment of you and thor teaming up against tony in a popcorn war; clint and steve laughing at how tony tries to hide behind his swatting arms, and bruce trying to avoid the flying pieces of popcorn.

"fine. no college fund for you then," tony declares after you ran out of popcorn to shower him with, "and don't expect me to pay for your expenses the next time you visit."

thor chuckles, giving tony a big slap on the back on his way back to his spot on the carpet. "i'm only helping the girl," thor says, "don't talk to her woman like that."

"oh let him have his fun," clint interjects before bringing his bottle to his lips. "he knows romanoff won't do anything to him because y/n's here."

"shut up, katniss," tony hissed, dusting off the popcorn from his hair, "i'm not afraid of romanoff."

"you saying something, tony?" natasha says from the kitchen just a few steps from where you were inside her open floored apartment.

"no ma'am," tony salutes, and you all broke out in laughter.

natasha returns with a fresh bowl of popcorn, setting it down on the coffee table near the foot of the bed. "you guys are cleaning that up," she says, dropping herself down to the spot next to you.

"hey, y/n started it," tony insists, but natasha only chuckles.

"well, she did say not to talk to her woman like that, didn't she?"

tony stood up abruptly, pointing a finger at natasha who left no space between the two of you. "i'm sensing favoritism," he pushed. "this is unfair. i'm calling a for a vote."

"oh, sit down tony," natasha waves him off. she began picking the few pieces of popcorn stuck on your hair before bringing your forehead up to her lips for a soft kiss.

you swooned.

"i feel cheated on," tony sits down defeated, "can you see this, i can't do that now can i."

"you can always book us that trip to the bahamas," natasha laughs, still looking at you while holding either side of your face close to her own. she places another kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. and then she stares at you for a moment more before letting you go.

"did anyone get this on video? we need this for blackmail," clint says. "the big bad romanoff secretly a softie."

everyone coos.

"agent romanoff is in lo~ve," tony adds on.

"the wedding shall be held in asgard!" thor yells.

"i'm not paying for the space travel,"

"you own the ship though..."

"gas cost money, bruce."

"see, steve gets it."

you and natasha shared a laugh. enjoying the interaction between the five. if you didn't see them in their best tuxedos earlier, you would've forgotten how half of them were professors and the others, massive billionaires.

of course, earlier, that was all you could see them as: mrs. romanoff's big shot friends who you are terribly far from impressing.

"so what does your mother do?" steve asks breaking the silence after you'd all settled down on the table right at the center of the expensive restaurant tony book you in.

"oh, i—," you looked at natasha for a second, afraid almost that what you'll say next might turn her friends off. way to get on a bad side of people you're trying to impress is to tell them your mother is a drug addict. by then, every attempt you make at getting on their good side would only receive pity. "i don't have one," you resorted.

silence.

you feel natasha's hand on your thigh. she soothed it. and then she leaned in to whisper, "i'm sorry. they could be invasive," she tells you. "i'll tell them off later."

you were thankful the waiter came in to save what was filled with them avoiding your eyes and clearing their voices. you hadn't heard what everyone got. just that they all ordered a complete five course meal with fish, meat, vegetables, and everything else.

you were supposed to order next. at least, after almost a year of dating natasha romanoff, you'd grown accustomed to always ordering first, but this time she doesn't let you.

she ordered first.

"i'll take the oysters on half shell please," she started, looking at the menu. "then the shrimp cocktail too."

"any salads?"

"no, actually. maybe just the caesar salad for me," natasha's hand never left your thigh. in fact, if continued to soothe over your exposed skin. "then maybe pan seared scallops and steak tartare," she looked at you. "rib or strip?"

you stuttered for a bit, at lost for words when you realized that she was ordering for you too.

you didn't know what you wanted. you never really do. you always end up somewhat regretting your order every time you and natasha go out.

but in a hurry, you just utter a, "strip."

"great. i'll take the new york strip, braised short rib. and for sides, just the baked mac and cheese for the girl please," she smiled at the waiter and you swore he melted when he had to force his eyes off her and to his little notepad.

and you can't help but smile.

"did you want anything else?" she asks, looking intently at you but you just smiled and let your nose touch hers. you see her cheeks grow red. "what was that for?" she smiled.

she was never used to public displays of affection. even something as little as your noses touching, or your eyes looking a second longer than it's supposed to into hers. but of course, neither should she. something as destructive as your relationship should be kept a secret. even the smallest touches.

but at times like these, when you're neither alone nor allowed, but you still sneak in those rare moments of affection, she swears, she falls much much deeper.

"okay enough of that, the boy here is getting nervous," tony interjects, making you giggle out of the small bubble you and natasha had encapsulated yourselves into.

"i think you're getting nervous too, tony," clint laughs but he knew enough to stop when natasha shot him a sharp glare.

you smiled, soothing over natasha's hand that remains on your thigh before taking a glance at the waiter who was only standing there awkwardly staring at natasha, then at the hand you hold over hers.

that's right, stare at everything you will never have.

steve clears his throat. "uh, any drinks?"

"we—uhm—we actually offer—uh, we only offer wines in bottles for service. other drinks; cocktails, mocktails, vodka, everything else you can get from the bar."

natasha prepares as soon as the boy finishes, "vodka for me, and one mocktail. what are you having, boys?" she asks.

"isn't—isn't y/n going to like something with alcohol too?" bruce asks. you would actually, but before you have any time to say anything, tony beats you to it.

"exactly. give the girl a break, agent. she's not a kid," tony protests in your place.

natasha only chuckles, fixing the napkin that she took off her lap neatly on the table, "i think i know what's good for her, don't i, y/n?"

"boo!!!!!! give the girl a drink," tony still stands. "give the girl a drink!"

"no. we're riding my motorcycle home, and i'm not having her fall off my bike," she says firmly, almost like a silent command.

but you still insist. you looked at her with pleading eyes, extending your arm to hold her fingers. "i want a drink, please," you say. "i won't fall off, i promise."

"give the girl a drink!" tony chants but natasha's eyes stay on you, her smile, daring, but firm.

she leans against your ear, her lips softly grazing your lobes, and her arm supporting her weight through her grip on your waist. you shuddered. "come on, dear. won't you listen to mommy? mommy knows best, doesn't she?"

you were aware how exposed you were. in front of her friends. being at the very middle of the packed restaurant as tony claimed was the best table because of the sofa seats, tony, bruce and clint sitting across from you and nat who were the only ones on that side because steve decided to sit on an extra chair at the head of the table. you were surrounded by people, covered by a few friends who even then you didn't expect natasha would be so open with.

you almost wanted to complain. i'm only meeting your friends, what if they say we're too physically affectionate in public and it turns them off? what if they're reminded of wanda and billy, the very people we're betraying while we're doing this in front of them?

but you couldn't. this was one of the very rare times when you get to enjoy her physical affection, in public which was terribly off-brand of mrs. romanoff. this was one, if not the only moment when you don't feel hidden, when you felt normal, when you felt seen by the world. when you satisfy the small hidden part of yourself that craves for the domesticity of public relationships.

"i think she really likes you."

you hadn't realized she was gone until only the memory of her breath against your skin remain. and you remembered you were with her friends.

you looked up. within the 30-45 minutes of knowing these people, you've come to learn that tony is a very bullshit person. he's the joker, the one who would bullshit his death by making it into anything but serious. maybe through his narcissism, or sarcasm, or jokes. that's what makes him charming. other than, of course, his billions of dollars net worth.

"you think?" it sounded coy but you were serious. you had to know. did she really like you? or was he bullshitting you? would he build this up into a joke, a thing to make fun of natasha when she comes back?

no. because he chuckles, and it was more genuine than even his smiles. and for the first time he looks away, and it took him a few seconds before looking at you again, "you know, romanoff called me last week. told me she wanted us to meet her girlfriend," he let that sink into you for a moment before he raises a finger, "you know, one thing about romanoff. she never calls me," he says. "she calls clint, tells him everything. she meets with steve. but that's between them. romanoff and i—we have a more eye-to-eye kinda thing. she came and visited me once, nobody knew i had a child by then, we look at each other for one second, and she understood the entire life i built beyond stark industries," he wasn't looking at you again. he was looking over your shoulder, unmoving. "when she called me first of all, i knew it was serious. group serious sort of thing. and then she told me she wanted us to meet her girlfriend? i dropped everything in my lab."

your mind still processed what he meant. actually, it was so far from that. you were stuck on the image of natasha visiting tony. or meeting up with steve. or telling clint everything. the little things that makes natasha further from her life as mrs. romanoff, or as wanda's wife, or as billy's mother, or as your secret girlfriend, and closer to just being herself, natasha romanoff, it sticks to you. and it remindes you that beyond the labels, beyond the titles, the names. that she was just natasha romanoff before all of these.

"natasha dated a few people, but none that we actually heard of," steve clarifies, but tony quickly took his spot.

"we knew about rogers and romanoff. they had a will-they-won't-they going on for a bit until she got together with bruce. of course that's something we just found out during a party when his face fell into her boobs—"

you choked.

and so did professor banner.

"she never told us anything. we know what we see, and the rest, well—who knows."

"actually, we didn't know she was married to wanda until three years into the marriage," clint adds.

your eyes widen at that, choking for the second time but this time on your glass of water. "what?" you ask. "you weren't invited?"

clint laughs, "oh no, we were invited."

"wanda invited us," bruce says.

"she invited us through text. she didn't specify who was getting married so we always just assumed she's either remarrying vision or she's marrying a new man," steve continues. "we assumed the latter."

"we've always been a vision fan, so we didn't go in case she was actually getting married to someone else," clint notes.

tony laughs in somewhat a bitter tone, but still humorous, "mind you, we had group night outs, phone calls and we texted all throughout those three years that she could've told us she'd gotten married to a mutual close friend."

"she didn't. and three of us works with both her and wanda at the university," clint losens his tie and slouches slightly against the couch. "we found out when wanda invited us for thanksgiving and said natasha should be preparing the table so we all came assuming natasha was only there to help."

"plot twist, she's married," bruce finishes.

there was a silence between your shared glances of natasha just talking to the bartender while being handed two drinks.

"you take care of her, okay?" tony says. his voice had zero pitch to it. it was low, and lazy, and sincere. "romanoff, spent decades taking care of us. you know, when we're sick, heartbroken, happy, drunk, sad, in trouble. she picks up after us. she holds us together. and she still does to this day," he looks up at you. "do us a favor, take care of her. i think you're the only person she'd let take care of her."

"what are you whispering about," natasha asks, setting down your drinks, just in time for your meals to arrive. she looks at you while sitting down, and bringing the napkin to her lap again, "do you still love me?" she sets both hands on your thigh, completely facing you. "whatever these idiots told you aren't true. do you still love me?"

you giggled. "i was hoping it might be true, actually," you say.

"this," tony interrupts. "this is true."

natasha rolled her eyes upon realizing that what he said might not be anything that would jeopardize the relationship you two have. she lands you a kiss on the forehead before fixing herself to her seat, and assisting the waiter in distributing the first round of meals.

"hello, friends!"

natasha doesn't tell you much about her friends. but she's told you enough to know where they live, and what her relationship is with them. you know one of them lives very far away.

this must be thor.

he came in late. he entered with much energy, immediately pulling you into a hug. you were sure he would've carried you right out of your seat and spun you around if natasha hadn't got out in time to make way for you.

he still picked you up and spun you around nonetheless, "oh is this the girl?!" he said. "look at you! you're a lot prettier than nat described you."

you'd gotten dizzy. your world spun, perhaps because of this giant man that spun you around like a kid with his doll, or maybe because natasha told them about you. she told them, like how you used to with billy over the guy you had a crush on in middle school. she told her friends about you.

"okay, okay, please stop. she's getting dizzy," natasha's voice faded into your thoughts as thor slowed down. natasha was already standing behind you, ready to catch you the moment thor sets you down, and she did. you fell limp into her arms as the world tried to catch up. "i swear to god, she's not going to make it out of here alive with you doofuses."

while everyone stood up to give thor a hug, natasha had her hands loosely wrapped around your waist, and her chin on top of your head while she holds you still to recover from the unsteadiness.

"so i see the problem," you hear thor say behind you. you turned around, still within the warm hold of natasha romanoff. "romanoff's smitten."

you blushed a little.

"am i—am i allowed to say that or will i be in trouble?" thor speaks when natasha doesn't, looking at the others for backup.

"you won't. y/n's here. we're basically untouchable," barton says, laughing.

that's how you spent most of the night—laughing. you slowly started easing into the group. they were laughing hard, and so were you. a lot of times, they were making fun of natasha, the others, they were asking about your life.

everything was light. and you noticed how they were smart enough not to put you in a spot where you'd have to mention either wanda or billy.

you see a glimpse of natasha's past through them. they were her family. you pieced that together after a few of their stories.

natasha was almost silent all-throughout, aside from the occasional protest when tony makes fun of her, or the rare interjections of when she feels they'd gone too far with you.

but because of all the laughing, you hadn't realize natasha cutting your meat for you, and taking the vegetables off your meal until she subtly switched back your plates which you hadn't notice was switched in the first place. you feel her constantly returning glances, checking on you, watching you. and when you ran out of the mocktail she got for you, you see her silently go off to get you another one.

"natasha, i'm okay. sit down and talk to your friends," you tell her softly when she comes back with another glass for you. this time, you take her hand that's been holding your thigh the rest if the night, and held it with both of yours on top of her leg.

"you heard the girl romanoff, sit down," tony agrees.

you were aware that these little moments between you and natasha were in front for everyone to see, and bask in. but you couldn't help it. you leaned against her, your head on her shoulder and your arm tangled with hers as you waited for desert.

at the end, what was supposed to be your last solemn night alone with natasha, became a loud one with her friends when they all decided to come over her apartment.

they all shared a car, going off first while you and natasha takes a moment to yourselves when you walk through the parking lot to her motorcycle.

you were silent, and walking so painfully slow as if you don't want it to end.

you spent the entire week together. alone. while you did have classes, your girlfriend was a professor, so was most her friends. she had you excused for a week, getting your work sent through her. while she was on a leave.

there's never a gap between the times you have to spend with billy, and the times she has to spend with wanda. but this week, with billy's research, and wanda's inability to leave the house without her son for long periods of time, you found your window.

natasha lied; said tony invited the group to the bahamas with their families. she knew wanda won't be able to come because billy won't. so she just "brings" you.

and just like that, you had one uninterrupted week of just you and natasha.

"did you have fun tonight?" she asks, stopping you to face her so she can wrap around you the coat you refused to wear when you left her apartment. you hadn't realized she carried it with her though.

"mhmm," you say with a smile, beginning to rock back and forth on your feet like a child. her hands found yours to hold. "i had a lot of fun with you and your friends."

"they weren't too much?"

"i feel like they'd get in trouble if i say yes."

"your intuition is spot on."

you laugh, "nope, they weren't too much then."

you fall into silence. comfortable, soft, kind. you watch the way the breeze blows the strand of hair away from her face. then it falls back, so you took it upon you to do a better job and tuck it behind her ear completely.

she smiled at you, holding your hand against her cheek now, warming up your cold hands from the heat of her skin.

"i want to stay like this forever," she tells you.

you weren't religious, but every day you thank the lord for every moment when you get to feel the bumps on her skin, or see the mole on her cheek; when you get to feel her lips twitch into a smile, not see it behind her office desk, or in front of the rows of people you're sitting behind of, but through the kiss that you share the moment her office door closes, or the last person leaves her classroom.

you weren't sure when all your hatred turned into love, when you started searching for her in every crowd, when you silently prayed for her praises, when avoiding her glances became begging for her gaze. when did you seek for her warmth beyond her approval? when did you chase for her recognition besides her dismissal? when did you thirst for her touch aside her praise?

the lines between hating her, and loving her was a blur. all you know was that one day you prayed you'd stop being the one student she saw, then the next praying you'd be the only one she'd look at.

"stay with me forever," you tell her.

she was a secret. she was forbidden. she was the sin you've been engaging in for a year.

you weren't religious, but every day you thank the devil for every moment when you get to feel the curves of her body, and the mounds on her chest; when you get to feel her tongue on your skin, or her hand between your legs. never in front of wanda, or billy, or anyone, but in every moment when one of them turns back, to every time they look lovingly into your eyes unaware of the touches under the table, or behind the counter.

you thank the devil for inventing sin.

praise the devil for every bite you take of your forbidden apple for god hadn't thought about the paradise you'd find in hell when he sent your ancestors outside his heaven.

you kissed her, basking in the taste of sin, and hell, and your home through the saliva that coats your tongue.

"i love you."

#ath: natasha romanoff series (wasn't midnight rain)#ath: natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfic

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rapz-rites · 10 months

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Goldfish

Damon's Wayne x Reader established relationship

You and Damian go grocery shopping together for the first time.

A/N: This was requested. I very much appreciate any feedback and criticism so let me have it.

Word Count: 4.3k +

Warnings: Kissing, Damian arguing with a child 😭

It’s been almost a month since you and Damian moved in together. You didn’t expect him to, knowing about his nightlife. You thought it would be easier for him if he lived at the manor, and it was. He had everything he would need at the manor. But not you.

He wanted to move in with you to show you he was committed. And he was. He was there for the entire process. He was right by your side from picking a condo to buying it (yes buy not rent) to picking out the decoration. He even gave his input, unlike some batboys cough cough that would be like “whatever you like babe”.

You didn’t know that Damian had paid the condo off. Every time you gave him money for bills or anything he would put it into a fund for the future, for retirement, a bigger place, or an emergency… or kids.

Since you two moved in you would just buy groceries as you needed them. But this was going to change. For the past week, you had come up with a list of foods needed. You even went to Alfred for the ingredients needed for some dishes.

Now you and Damian are at the grocery store. You both agreed to go by ONLY what’s on the list. So, when he wasn’t looking you added a few snacks to the list.

Grocery shopping with Damian was a bit more difficult than you thought. You thought you would be able to get whatever you wanted from the list and not too much input from him unless you asked. You were wrong.

There was something that both you and Damian got different brands of. Either something was better quality or we grew up using it. So with you got your brand or Damian’s brand or both. Relationships are about compromise.

“I got the parmesan cheese,” you say looking at the list as you put the cheese in the cart.

“Beloved you got the wrong one,” Damian quips.

“No, I didn’t. This is the one I’ve always gotten” you reply.

“Alfred always gets Kraft,” says Damian.

You turn to Damian with a look of shock. Luckily for Damian, he's known you long enough to know the next words out of your mouth were going to be pure sarcasm.

“Wait! You guys don't get it imported straight from a little old couple that runs a cheese farm in Europe every day?”

“'Let's just get both. You love pasta enough to eat it every day so you'll always need cheese.” You chuckled at Damian's comment. You patted his shoulder and moved on to get the next ingredient on the list.

You were at the end of the list, the best part: the snacks. Damian saw the last snack on the list, your favorite: Goldfish. So, Damian decided to be an amazing boyfriend and get them for you.

Damian went to the next aisle over and stood in front of the store’s Goldfish selection. He didn't want to get you a small bag. You would finish it in a day, 2 max.

That's when he saw it. The largest bag of goldfish they had, and the last one too. He knew he could score brownie points for this. All the kisses and cuddles you would give him. He would NEVER ask for it though. Then a girl came by him asking him for the same box of Goldfish.

“Hey, mister. Can you get me that box of Goldfish please?” she looked at him.

“Sorry but it's mine.”

“Aren't you too old for that?” Damian looked at her with much offense.

“Excuse you. I'm only 22. How old are you? Where are your parents?”

“Listen here old-”

When you noticed Damian wasn't by your side anymore, you went into the next aisle to find him talking to a teen girl.

“Hey! What's going on?”

They both started talking at once.

“Hey hey hey! One at a time please.”

The girl spoke up first.

“I just wanted Goldfish. But your boyfriend here won't let me.”

You understood what was going on. You walked up to Damian, took the big carton of Goldfish, and gave it to her. Her eyes lit up at the site of the catron in her hands.

“That you miss. By the way you're way too good for him” she whispers the last part, but loud enough for Damian to hear. He grunts, and with that the girl treads off happily with her goldfish.

“You like me so much that you would argue with a teenage girl to get me Goldfish,” you say, hugging him. You looked up at him and he hugged you back.

You checked to make sure no one else was in the aisle before you kissed him, and he kissed you back.

“I'll give you unlimited kisses and attention and…” you look at him flirtatiously.

“Mhmm. Can't wait” he says kissing you back.

You lightly push him away from you. He looked offended and confused.

“Come on Mister Wayne, we need to finish shopping.”

I actually really like this one, I hope you guys do too

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian al ghul x reader #damian wayne x you #Damian Al ghul x you

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goldenpinof · 5 months

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curious about your perspective – what do you think is the primary reason for the current comeback, and for the large scale of it (daily videos, new heavily marketed merch, etc)? are they trying to make up some monetary loss? is it true revitalized passion? the influence of the new management? lead-up to a major project/announcement? i'm guessing there's an element of at least the first three, but interested in your opinion as a noted non-cynical cynic (compliment btw)

under the cut because that's a lot. and it's not even all of my thoughts, unfortunately.

no one is gonna read it. but if you are, i'm sorry in advance.

ahaha. about merch. did you notice how they just continue to promote the calendar and the catboy sweater even though the initial release and promo had a deadline aka till December 1st? this is a fishy marketing right there. and i would love to know: why they did what they did (i'd assume they printed more calendars than people ordered by Dec 1st, but that's not our problem as customers. we shouldn't have been put into a framework in the 1st place if there was a chance for this shit to go south. this theory goes against the "pre-order" with a start of shipping in 2-3 weeks); why their managers allowed it (from a legal perspective); and why dnp didn't say anything. anyways.

i do think that Dan is trying to compensate for wad losses. and i know that he was "joking" about not making money or making negative money on tour. but i saw ticket sales a day before each show (only public information, not the inside official data from venues), it's still on my blog. and the sales didn't look good. so, how much of it was a joke? and compensating by making content that we and they enjoy isn't a bad thing, btw! i also think that he feels guilty for leaving us and the dnp brand behind for so long without actually giving us anything in return. thus so many comments on this 5-year hiatus and potential future ones. blame youtube originals, i know. not really his fault, but his choice of (the lack of) communication is his fault. and again, i always come back to wad. something fucking clicked in his head when he saw not as many people as he hoped for (or expected), how dedicated were some of those who still supported him during wad, and also he realised that without stronger managers he was not gonna make it solo. and he dragged Phil along because they do everything together and only then it works the best, and also dnpg's return in full force needed new energy for the amount of sponsorships they decided to do (i think, it's mainly Phil's pushing, because he is pro-sponsorships, they just need to be more careful with it on dnpg because Dan (hopefully) has principles when it comes to this. which is amazing. you go, girl!)

i'm very suspicious of dnp's new management right now. so idk. i think, again, most of it comes from Phil, because Phil thrives on their gaming channel, and that's basically the only easy way to survive on youtube and make money right now (for him). i'm glad dnp separated dnpg from their solo careers at least on the management and content levels. it gives Phil the room to use dnpg as a brand to pitch and fund his ideas/projects if it's ever needed. and now, after we survived the hiatus, they can pause dnpg for a couple of months to focus on their solo projects without losing the majority of the audience because technically we would know the reason and also we grew a thicker skin.

i do think that Dan is using dnpg to later help himself with a stand-up special or tour or some sort of series (danisnotokay). i also think he will use it to promote wad dvd (which is good. i will be disappointed if he doesn't use dnpg. like, bitch, why are we even here then? those who went through wad with him, i mean). i wonder if Inter Talent (i'm separating their name intentionally at his point because they piss me off) was smart enough to announce Dan and Phil's signings 2 weeks after UTA announced Dan to just make us pay attention to Dan's solo career again. as a hint of something coming our way. you know what i mean? i wonder if it was intentional. like UTA made a huge announcement, Dan retweeted it and posted it on instagram stories. it was a big deal. meanwhile, dnpg began thriving again and our eyes were on Dan anyway, so of course we noticed that solo career was on the maps again. Inter Talent was basically silent as another representative of Dan (and Phil), despite having them on the website for at least a month. and now 2 weeks after UTA's announcement (which was on November 22, 2023) Inter Talent was like, "hello? do you remember we signed Dan? and also Phil, and their joint channel?" Dan said wad dvd is almost cooked. wouldn't it be genius to stir our interest up step by step? (a part of me still thinks that Inter Talent's social media managers are just slow as fuck though. also they don't even care to check facts about their clients. UTA didn't fuck the announcement up like that, btw. and i doubt Inter Talent realises how nosy dnp's audience is, and that we are very likely gonna notice and spread even this stupid announcement. maybe they are dumb and it's me who is a fucking genius planning steps to present wad dvd to the masses, ugh. when will Dan pay me, like for real.)

i'm surprised you don't think it's heavily connected to new projects. i would bet my kidney it does. Dan will fuck off the moment he needs to focus on danisnotokay or someone offers to sponsor another tour (which, please, someone do. i need to see him for professional reasons). the question is, fuck off for how long and if it's gonna be communicated thoroughly or not. i'm not saying he will leave for 6 months without giving us something in return to balance things out. no, no, no. i don't think he would dare. but 3-4 weeks, maybe 2 months? sure.

is it true revitalized passion? well. *nervous laughter* i'm gonna defend Phil like i'm a phillie, even tho i'm not. he wanted it just as much as we did. so i believe it's a true revitalized passion at least on his part. i hope he fights for it if it's necessary, i hope he asks us for help if needed. i hope he threatens Dan with an actual divorce and forever home if needed. like, bitch, if there's a chance to keep dnpg alive without Dan actually losing his will to live, we should use that chance. Dan's stubbornness and delulus are not the reason to kill the most fun and profitable thing they ever created aka dnp brand. let it exist, even if alongside solo projects, even if it's 2-3 videos a month. damn, even 1 video (i don't mean during pauses made specifically for the peaks of solo projects). i do think Dan enjoys the attention, money, and possibilities their returned audience can give him. he also enjoys working with Phil. he certainly does not enjoy promoting their videos. and he is lucky he has Phil for that. is it a true passion for the gaming channel and joint branding solemnly? i genuinely don't think so. now, this dnp brand puts Dan into a framework, unfortunately. and i understand his desire to grow as a "strong independent Dan", and i wish him the best. i will root for him no matter how much of a floppy-ding-dong it can potentially be. i want him to fulfill his dreams and have a team that will fight for his interests. and i hope to god, UTA and Inter Talent are the ones. don't fucking tempt me with your unprofessionalism. but do i think Dan's head and heart belong to dnpg or dnp brand? no. i'm happy that he is at least trying. a part of me doesn't even care about the reason. i'm curious, but in hindsight, it wouldn't matter or change anything.

other thoughts, because apparently i decided to vomit on a keyboard tonight:

i'm glad dnp took back a bit of control over the editing on dnpg. i hope they will try to edit more themselves when gamingmas is over. or they will teach their editors better. because man, we need to slow down with these cuts.

i do think that dnp brand will expand, and dnpg and merch aren't the only things we should expect. (twitch, podcast or liveshows, onlyfans or its equivalent, vlogging series not limited by ditl, and other things that i forgot). reaction videos are already a thing and it's very funny because it's what youtube wants, so Dan must feel amazing right now falling for it :)) it's good thought because it's fun and torture for all parties involved.

i think by these reaction videos they are trying to rewrite their internet history a little bit for those who are new. it's not gonna work with us but at least dnp can control the narrative in new people's heads (i wonder for how long though).

with new people, the phandom will become more generic and dnp will love that. it can actually help Dan with new projects i think. Phil as well, but we don't know shit about it right now.

i wonder if Dan returns to working with charities.

if they involve more phannies, not only artists, it's gonna be interesting.

in case i'm wrong, don't step on my neck, i don't know anything for a fact. half of it is alleged, the other half is wishful thinking <3

#answered #wad #wad dvd #inter talent #uta #dan and phil #ahahah suffer yall #dnpgames #dan and phil's merch

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 2 months

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"#i remember first reading the black dragons arc and i was convinced koko and Yuzuha were secretly dating lmaoooo" wait what? can u tell me more?

Ok so there were a few tiny reasons I thought this all of them being extremely wrong now that we know what actually happened but at the time I thought I was onto something here. The first one being Koko not getting involved during the first incident until after Yuzuha got involved. At this point Inui was already threatening and waving the knife around at Hakkai but Koko said nothing and seemed unbothered until after Yuzuha stepped in. At the time it seemed like he was maybe trying to protect her from Inui.

Then we had the bit where Yuzuha seems unhappy that Mitsuya freed her from her financial role and seems annoyed Hakkai would do this. I kinda assumed this was because she already had a plan to get away from Taiju and she was worried about Hakkai accidentally messing it up/ getting involved. I also thought she was potentially stealing money from the funds as a sort of escape plan (I figured Wakui specifically stating she collected money was going to be important). And her not doing that job anymore meant she couldn't get anymore which would give her a reason to be annoyed at Mitsuya.

Then we had the link, the part where it showed Koko was obviously interested in money. So at this point money had been brought up twice within a couple chapters and I figured it was linked somehow, like they were both trying to get money. This was also the part where Koko showed he was willing to betray Taiju but refused to say why. I thought it made perfect sense for this reason to be Yuzuha. He didn't like how the boss was abusing his girlfriend but wasn't strong enough to do anything about it himself so was happy to betray him in hopes the others would do something. (This is very funny to think about now but I was really convinced this was it at the time).

Then we had the day of the fight, at the black dragons meeting we saw Inui do all the talking while Koko just stood there with an expression that looked like he was deep in thought. Then directly after this we saw Yuzuha get a text from someone. So I just assumed Koko was that someone and they were planning something.

Then this is where I started doubting it, since Koko and Inui had that talk and Koko said he was sticking with Inui and Inui mentioned a promise. I couldn't figure out where Inui would fit into this, especially since we've only seen him being loyal to the bd. But I thought maybe the promise was like an oath to the bd or something and Inui had suspicions of Koko being a traitor???

And then finally, the moment where I realised I was completely wrong. When Koko entered the church he seemed nothing but happy. I figured if he was going to break character/ reveal his true motivations then it would've been here. If he actually cared for her then seeing her so badly hurt here would've been what made him slip up and reveal himself.

Looking back it was definitely a wild theory where I took a load of small things and read a bit too much into certain bits!

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #kokonoi hajime #yuzuha shiba #tokyo revengers spoilers

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erosuguru · 11 months

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Undress me everywhere

Reo Mikage X reader, characters are +18, Reo is down bad for reader, Reader is female, 1.3k words

CW: transitions that make zero sense Mirror sex but only briefly, nutting inside, very slight overstimulation, no proof reading

Note: this is literally 90% word vomit and the title is from that Barbie Girl song (not that its bad i love that song) I finished my last final today and I wanted to celebrate, have sum Reo sorry this is trash im gonna go take a nap

“How about this, love?” Reo framed another dress over your body, settling the sleeves over your shoulders as you felt the fabric settle over your current outfit giving you a preview of yourself in the garment he chose.

“It’s a little too... flashy?” You tried objecting and Reo chuckled, setting aside the dress he suggested.

“Why so humble my love? You know you can indulge with me!” He insisted, smiling at you as he sat at the edge of your shared bed. even after years of being together, he found it adorable how you uncomfortably scurried away from his wealth, any ‘gold digger’ allegations towards you would be written off as delusional.

It’s not that you hated being financially comfortable, it was bliss not having to worry about if you had enough money to order out without making a noticeable dent in your funds (curse these overly expensive yet delicious restaurants). Reo treated you so sweetly it would make lovers of legend start arguments of repeated ‘why can’t you be more like that?!, yet for some reason he would always notice you shying away from him.

He believes ‘shying away’ is the correct term because no matter how far you move from him, he’ll always see heart eyes in your gaze when you look at him. It’s that loving stare that assures him that you still love him but something is keeping you from getting intimately close.

“Come on, sweetheart..” Reo coaxed sweetly after he noticed you started folding away some of the dresses he suggested for you to wear, holding your hands and pulling you closer to him and away from the beautiful fabrics.

“I cleared up my schedule for today, we can go to a fancy dinner? Or maybe dancing?” He emphasized by starting to sway you two slowly, his hands crawling onto your waist as you let out a small laugh at his antics and settled your hands on his shoulders as if to humor him.

“And what about that interview you scheduled with that sports magazine?” You questioned and Reo only shrugged as his hands slid to more restricted territory, he only showed you a smug grin “Dunno, guess they don’t wanna interview me anymore.”

“… They don’t?”

“Nope.”

“They passed up a chance with THE Reo Mikage?”

“I love it when you refer to me like that, Is that how you talk about me to your friends?” He teased and leaned forward for a kiss only to be stopped by a hand to his lips, you had a noticeable warm hue on your face now.

“How about we clean up before you try to do anything?” You suggested referring to the countless dresses laid out on your bed.

There it is again! Reo doesn’t know if it’s because he intimidates you sexually or if this was some tactic that made him want you more (which may or may not be working), but he is hellbent on getting some loving today.

Out the corner of his eye, he noticed a dress with his signature color and an idea sprung.

“Honey, would you mind trying one last dress for me?”

“Reo—“

“Just this one! Then I’ll go back to business, okay?”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The first time Reo bought you a few dresses, you vowed to never let this man dress you as his choices were either too erotic or too extravagant. Now you had a new reason to renew that vow;

He was an insatiable pervert who loved to dress you like his little toy doll and you were just as much of an insatiable pervert that lets him proceed with these ministrations.

“Look, baby, look at how pretty you look..” Reo moved a few strands of hair from your face so your vision wasn’t obscured from the reflection you’re witnessing on the mirror on the opposite side of the room.

Reo had you on his lap with your back facing him as your dress was pushed all the way over your waist, legs separated by his knees as he painstakingly fucked his cock into you, trying to savor every squeeze and noise you would produce.

“Y’know.. out of everything I wanna see you in.. I think you look best on my dick~” He crudely whispered into your ear and grunted, bucking his hips upwards to shove his cock deeper. This position may have not been the most practical but he didn’t care- as long as he could watch his dick disappear into your cunt he was the happiest man alive.

You couldn’t formulate proper sentences as he filled you, his pace didn’t need to be fast for him to leave you speechless; as long as he was balls deep you would be slurring your words begging him to use you for his own pleasure.

“What’s that? Say that again, sweetie?” He cooed almost mockingly, leaning closer to hear your ‘commands’, although most of it was moaning and gasping.

“Please..! Ah- Reo! I wa.. want- hnnn..! Want you ta use me- Aah!” Reo bit down on his bottom lip and resisted the urge to cum inside you right then and there, one of the rare times you would ever ask for anything was during sex and who was he to deny your requests when you looked absolutely ravishing?

Begrudgingly, he pulled out and stopped himself from fucking you in that same position after hearing that adorable whine of yours. If he was going to use you he’d need a better way to fuck you deeper hence why he moved you so you were now laying on your back with your knees pushed up to your chest, your lovely boyfriend loomed over you with an excited grin.

“This dress looks so good on you baby, I don’t think you can wear it outside the house though..” Reo muttered as he leaned down towards you, repositioning himself and pushing back in where he knew his cock belonged, before you could ask he kissed you deeply as an unspoken (and debauched with the way he used his tongue) way to say ‘I love you’.

“‘Cause everytime I see you- ugh.. wearing this dress.. fuck!.. I’ll remember this..” he took a moment to breathe, picking up his pace as his dick kept getting sucked back into your pussy, he let out a happy almost drunken laugh “I’ll remember how this dress got me sooo.. hard for you.. how I… mmmh-fucked you while you wore it..”

He always got so vulgar whenever you two got this intimate, and as much as you’d deny it he knows you love it given he can feel your pussy tighten whenever he speaks like this. You could barely focus on what he’s talking about as your brain felt overloaded with the sensations around you, the sweat on your body and his, the crumpled sheets, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot just right.

It was only when Reo was face to face with you that you could focus on him, his violet hair curtaining you both as he kissed you so sweetly in contrast to how quickly and roughly his hips fucked you.

“Can I come inside you, love? Please?”

And even as he was ruining you and any plans you had for walking for the next few days, he still had the princeliness to ask permission as if you hadn’t allowed him to do more perverse things to you in the past, you nodded rapidly and the smile that tore through his features was criminally endearing.

The rapid coiling in your abdomen had long been close to snapping as your lover intertwined his fingers through yours, cock throbbing in excitement to fill you and feel you. Feeling you squeeze him tighter and convulse around him as he watched your expression turn from realization, to pleasure, to overstimulation was absolutely addicting.

He hadn’t even noticed that his hips hadn’t slowed down their onslaught, desperately chasing his own end as it finally washed over him, he let out a loud grunt and a choked ‘I love you’ as he felt his cum fill you, he kept his dick in place using himself as a makeshift plug and ignored your complaints of being sweaty.

wrapping his arms around you he rolled over so you were draped on top of him, he nuzzled your hair and laid a kiss as you groaned feeling the aftermath of his rough treatment settle between your thighs.

"you're so beautiful, love... I love you, my little dress-up doll~"

“Reo, I love you too but seriously..!! I need to shower..!”

“What? Round 2 already? You’re such a perverted woman!”

#reo mikage #mikage reo #reo mikage x you #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x you #mikage reo x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x female reader #bllk x female reader

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pommunist · 1 month

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it is really sad to me that the money seems to be alex's main priority and that communication seems to be his second. because the thing is, the big problem is the communication!

lea tried to talk to her supervisors and fix things, but they completely dismissed her. pomme's admin was fired (or at least shut out of the project) because the higher ups were assholes who thought she was giving out info to lea. lea said that they were made to feel like their mental health doesn't matter and that the ''content'' matters more. they weren't even allowed to talk to each other privately because the higher ups (probably a way to isolate them so they wouldn't speak out)

the money was never the problem, if they had been treated with more respect then lea wouldn't have leaked it out. if there was communication then the money would have been resolved a LONG time ago (they would have been able to complain to alex and the shitty higher ups would be fired and changed)

i do genuinely believe that alex cares (they literally committed embezzlement against him) but his priorities are WAY off the mark. i understand that he wants to fix the money first, but he should fix it WHILE discussing it with the workers.

like, even a ''i'm sorry for the lack of communication but i am very busy now'' would be good. them firing the twt admins was honestly, understandable. alex is probably paranoid about the union and doesn't want any possibility of unpaid labor. but i wished he communicated more with them instead of leaving them on hold.

the fact that pomme's admin STILL hasn't been contacted to pretty upsetting too :( he should've done that first thing because from her preservative she doesn't even know if they'll bring her back or just replace her. even if the french streamers said they wouldn't come back if pomme's admin is replaced, it would be much more reassuring to her if alex straight up says so.

i hope by the time they actually open the merch shop we have some kind of confirmation that pomme's admin has been contacted and that communication is happening. the merch itself is a great idea to fund the project, but they should first reassure admins and stuff.

i do love qsmp and want things to be fixed and i do genuinely believe that it WILL be fixed, i just think alex's way of going about things right now isn't the best. he wants to fix the hardest issue first and then go to the easier ones but in my opinion, he should go from easy problems to harder problems. he NEEDS to fix the problems and should start with the easier ones first.

find pomme's admin and put her back on the team -> start communication and update your staff -> talk to your staff and get testimonies -> fire the higher ups -> figure out money stuff

his way of thinking seems to be like this:

put admins on hold -> fix money -> bring back admins -> fire higher ups

i believe he has the best intentions, but he isn't going about it in the right way.

(sorry for the rant, i'm just kinda frustrated :( this isn't an unsolvable issue and i want to this to be solved in the best way possible and THIS IS NOT IT! you're very cool and sick btw)

this is so well put out anon idek what to add 😳 based

maybe just to say that while firing the twitter admins could be a good thing if that can avoid the legal issue of unpaid work, the way it was done (after a complete radio silent,by discord message and deleting the server, in the middle of the night for some timezones) is NOT IT

#qsmp discourse #actually maybe YOU should be on the solving crisis team anon

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fantastic-bby · 8 months

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SKZ vs. Rich AUs

Pairing: -

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: Headcanon

Stray Kids as Rich Protagonists

Warnings: -

Masterlist

Chan (The Kind CEO):

No one really knows how he got to CEO, but they assume it was because he was trusted enough to take over

Extremely respectful

Hot, young, and rich and lowkey a celebrity

Is basically the most wanted bachelor in his industry

Lets his s/o into his office anytime they want bcs he wants to see them

The kind to show up at his s/o’s office in his big expensive car regardless of where they work

Ignores hate comments because he knows he’s worked really hard to get where he is

LOVES his job

Doesn’t matter what it is, he LOVES it and puts his all into it

Is openly a workaholic which means his s/o needs to just get used to the fact that this man lives in his office

Tries to make up for lost time by going out on dates or sending gifts

Plans extremely romantic dates regardless of how lavish it is; rose petals in his living room for anniversaries, clearing out restaurants for birthdays, etc

Has a live-in maid only because he knows that his giant ass penthouse would turn into a dump with how busy he is

“No occasion, I just wanted to give them to you to remind you how much you mean to me”

Minho (The Cold and Sarcastic Entrepreneur):

Rags to riches

Acknowledges how hard he’s work and extremely protective of his business

Comes off as very cold and doesn’t trust people easily

Mysterious, eccentric, and handsome

Wouldn’t outwardly agree in letting his s/o visit him at his office, but appreciates whenever there’s a surprise visit he’ll never admit that it makes him feel so loved

Walks to his s/o’s office because he knows the kinds of rumours that could come out of him using his expensive car

Can get pretty upset when seeing hate comments, but composes himself through boxing and taking care of his many cat babies that he spends most of his money on

His business is his little baby that he’s nurtured from the ground up

Is actually extremely affectionate of his s/o despite his sarcastic comments and is practically glued to them at all times

Is really particular and protective about how clean his home is, so he refuses to pay anyone to clean his space

“Do you want to meet my cats? That’s basically me telling you that I love you by the way”

Changbin (The Trust Fund Gym Rat):

His grandparents are so unbelievably wealthy that he doesn’t even need to work

Got bored one day and just decided to buy a whole ass gym because why the fuck not right

Extremely wealthy, funny, and thoughtful

Partially aware of life outside of his class but only because of the gym he goes to

Can be very childish only because he basically can, is really mature when he needs to be

Likes to show up at his s/o’s office unannounced and hangs around until they’re done bcs he wants to spend time with them

His s/o is completely allowed to just show up at his gym

Showers his s/o with whatever fitness equipment, food, supplements, whatever that they want because he loves working out together

Doesn’t really care about how other people see him

Has like three live-in maids for his penthouse because he’s actually spending most of his time with his friends and s/o, but when he is at home, he doesn’t really care about doing anything himself

“You mentioned you were out of protein, so I bought you an extra ten”

Hyunjin (The Self Made Artist):

Started selling his art and basically became viral overnight

Less so of rags to riches only because his family was already in the upper middle class, he just got bumped up to high class when he started selling his art for hundred thousands

Gorgeous, talented, and romantic

Lives in a large rooftop apartment with a skylight because he wants natural light for his art

Has a room just for his dog to run around in

Is extremely romantic and he loves so unconditionally

The kind to spoil his s/o with whatever they wanted

Also the kind to shower w his s/o in his massive bathroom with a rain shower because he said it helps him feel inspired basically he wants to cry in the rain without being in actual rain

Has sketched, drawn, and painted his s/o countless of times

Doesn’t give hate comments that much mind because he thinks it’s not worth his time

Has a scheduled cleaner who comes once a week and keeps his place clean but only because he sometimes gets so lost with art and work that he completely forgets that he hasn’t done anything

“No words or images will ever be able to capture your beauty, my muse”

Jisung (The Masked Musician):

One of the most popular musicians in the world and is credited on hundreds of songs

Gets really anxious being in the public eye so he decided to keep his identity completely secret

Adorable, shy, and silly

Has a four bedroom apartment in the city which he turned into a home studio

Loves taking his dog on walks because it gives him a reason to get out of his apartment where he’s usually just cooped up in for days

NOT the kind to make the first move on his s/o

Got asked out and almost exploded purely out of embarrassment because he had proceeded to trip right in front of them

Has regular movie nights with his s/o and always tries to get them hooked on anime so that he has more to talk about with them

Has dedicated almost half of his discography to them because he gets so struck with inspiration that it needs to come out somehow

Very very very susceptible to spiralling due to hate comments, but he tries to turn his anxiety into inspiration instead

Cleans his apartment himself because he doesn’t like having strangers in his space

“Here’s another song. It’s also about you, but like it’s different from the last one I promise. Yes it’s also still kinda sad I LOVE YOU A LOT OKAY”

Felix (The Master Chef):

Became a world renowned chef at a surprisingly young age

Loves food SO much, he’s always trying new food and always has a fully stocked kitchen

Considerate, bubbly, and sweet

Always tries so so so so hard to keep his loved ones safe and comfortable

Remembers everyone’s food preferences, dietary restrictions, and favourite foods by heart

Owns a flat with a huge kitchen to accommodate his cooking needs

Is honestly as shocked as everyone else that he became so famous so young, but is extremely proud of his food and his taste buds

The kind to fall in love with a cafe or restaurant owner who can share his love for food

Can get extremely wary of hate comments especially if they’re directed to his s/o

Handles all the meals and even a pretty regular breakfast in bed situation or late night baking where he insists on doing everything himself while his s/o sits on the counter and watches

His s/o’s also the first person to try his cooking and baking experiments and he always spoon feeds them

Has a cat that he named ‘Eclair’ because he thought it would be cute

Very messy, so he has a scheduled cleaner to help keep his space clean

“Give this a try, bubs, I tried something new”

Seungmin (The Professional Athlete):

A baseball prodigy

His parents are also athletes, so it wasn’t really that big of a surprise when he basically came out of the womb playing baseball

Quiet, protective, and affectionate in private

Extremely humble despite knowing that he’s considered one of the best baseball players in the world

The kind who would also date someone in the field because of the shared understanding of sports tournaments

Tries to get his s/o seats at every one of his games because it makes him feel super energised and motivated knowing that they’re watching -he wants to make them proud-

Owns a pretty lavish apartment that’s nearby a field where he usually trains at

Likes to pretend hate comments don’t exist

Would also try to be at every single one of his s/o’s important events or tournaments because he wants to hold up an embarrassingly large sign that says “THAT’S MY PARTNER!!!! <33333”

The kind to turn playing respective sports into dates like teaching his s/o how to play baseball or trying to learn his s/o’s sport if it’s something else

“You almost got it baby! Just a bit more on the aim and you’ll get a strike, trust me!”

Jeongin (The Nepotism Baby):

Got handed down the company by his grandparents

Has to fight for his place everywhere because no one takes him seriously since he’s young and comes off as relatively inexperienced

Charming, smart, and mature

Is actually extremely mature and only acts childish in private

The kind to laugh at a joke he found funny the moment he’s alone

Lives in a duplex in the heart of the city

Is more efficient with his money when it comes to spending on his s/o

Understands that he doesn’t need to buy everything for them, but gets things that make sense like gifts when he feels like it or something that they can’t seem to get or afford

Knows his company like the back of his hand and is so insistent of being involved with the movement because he wants to know every single thing that happens

Wouldn’t really have his s/o in his office often because he believes in a work-life balance which he thinks could break if he gets too used to working with them around

But does allow a few lunch breaks if they don’t have enough time to go somewhere else for lunch

Has one live-in maid that has actually been with his family since he was a child

“Baby, they’ll think I’m too nice if they see me completely in love with you all the time :(“

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nonotnolan · 1 year

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An Excellent Choice

Dedicated to my valentine, the lovely @mergeman

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“You still sure you want to do this?” Brad texted. Finn had already spent most of the bus ride on his phone, so he’d already finished reading the message by the time his text notification had finished chiming. “It’s okay if you get cold feet. I won’t be offended. ;) I promise!”

Finn couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “sounds like ur the one w cold feet” he shot back. “i already told u were doin this” Granted, he would have been lying if he’d said that he had no fear... but Finn had worked through all of that hesitation when he purchased the bus ticket. He’d spent far too much time and money on this offer only to back out now.

Brad was offering $150,000 to a like-minded young soul who was willing to merge with him. The man was pushing 60, and was hoping to absorb enough youth to try life over again. For his part, Finn was sick of scraping by from paycheck to paycheck, and if that meant giving up 20 years of his life, well... at least he was being reimbursed for it. Five years of his current job’s wages was no joke, and the funds would go a long way towards buying a reliable car, and maybe even a down payment on a house.

And anyway, it wasn’t like he was going to disappear. Rather than opting for the type of merge that put two men into one body, this would be one of the more experimental versions where two people combine all of their traits, and each person becomes the average value. Finn stepped off the bus and started looking around the agreed-upon meeting place to see if the other man was here.

“Guess I’ll tell my bank not to stop that money transfer. I really didn’t think you were going to show up, but here you are.” He watched as an older gentleman strolled up to him, looking very out of place in dark navy sweats. More impressive was the raven black hair, which looked very out of place given his wrinkled skin and frail figure. “What, you’ve never seen a man desperately cling to youth with hair dye before?” he asked, clearly used to the stares. “We can’t all have vibrant hair color, Finley.”

“I’m used to your kind trying to over-compensate with fancy cars,” Finn admitted, unable to pull his eyes away from the older man’s thick beard. “And my name is Finn. Respect my name, and I’ll respect yours. Bradford.”

Brad threw his head back in raucous laughter. “Oh yes, you are an excellent choice. Come here!” Brad pulled him in close, and started to kiss him full on the lips. It took Finn a few moments to realize that the odd sensation in his mouth was Brad’s tongue, and a few more moments to realize that the kiss was how Brad was planning to perform the merge. His height was one of the first things to go-- he no longer needed to bend down to maintain contact-- and his skin felt a bit stiff as it tightened with age. But it was the beard that really felt odd.

Brad’s facial hair crept onto Finn’s chin and worked its way up his sideburns like some sort of crawling ooze, while a smaller tendril grew up toward his nose to form a mustache. The sudden itch of new hair under his nose was a bit much, and Finn briefly opened his eyes. The man in front of him was clearly a few decades younger, which could only mean he was now a few decades older.

“Just a bit more,” Brad said, panting for breath. “We need to even out our hair color, and I think our weight is still a bit uneven. Once we’re done we can stop by the courthouse and file all the paperwork.” Finn nodded in understanding, and leaned back in for another kiss.

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“Is it normal for hair dye to completely vanish when a merge has finished?” Brad asked, as they sat in front of a mirror in the lobby of the County Recorder Clerk. “Our hair should be a combination of the two inputs, but it’s like your red hair and my former brown hair mixed together, rather than the deep black I was dyeing it to be once it started to go gray.”

Finn just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know why you’re asking me. You were my first merge. I didn’t even really register that this was a technology that existed until you reached out to me. I’m just glad we just look like twins and not, like... cloned copies of each other.”

“I’m just glad I got to keep my piercings,” Brad said as he absent-mindedly traced the heavy stud with his finger. “Sorry if you didn’t want to deal with jewelry. Yours look small enough that it would probably heal shut in a few weeks.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” Finn admitted, still getting used to the idea that the man with the thick beard was his new reflection and his new body. “Do you think they would let us change our names when we register with the state? I really don’t feel like a Finley anymore.”

“I hope so,” Brad replied, following up with another deep laugh. “I was planning to change my name to Bradley. It won’t change my nickname but, it just feels right somehow. Like our names merged when our bodies did.”

Finn smiled. “I think you’re right. Finnegan sounds pretentious and borderline obnoxious, but... I also think that it’s my name, now.”

Brad responded by slinging an arm around his shoulder, giving Finn a supportive squeeze. “I think it’s an excellent choice.”

#male body merge #male body transformation #twinning

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Love At First Meeting Part 1 - Ricky

AN: So I was asked for a fic where Ricky meets the reader and they have an instant connection, and they know they have met their person by @raydenrrobertson . I loved the idea and this is kind of where my mind went, like usual I made reader into a teacher because that is what I relate to... and I got off on a tangent about some of my favorite books. Anway, I got really into this idea and it sort of turned into a 2 part fic. I think its adorable and hope ya'll enjoy!

Part 2 will be about the concert and them admitting their feelings to each other!

Tag List: @tearfallpixie @darkhallcorner @lacktoesandtoddlerants

“Okay y/n, all you need to do is pick up the new Steven King book, get your online order for your class and leave. Do not wander around or you are going to buy too many books,” you give yourself a mental pep talk as you step into Barnes and Noble, fully aware that you will more than likely not listen to yourself. Honestly you could spend thousands here and not bat an eye if you had the funds to do so.

Trying to keep yourself on course and not spend more money than you have you head straight towards the new releases, hoping to get a copy of the book that you came in for. You can’t help but smile when you notice there was one last copy, reaching for it you accidentally bumped into someone else who was doing the same.

“I am so sorry, here you can take the book.” You say instantly, embarrassed that you just bumped into someone's hand like that. You don’t look up in an effort to hide your flushed face, not wanting your embarrassment to be obvious.

“It’s fine, I can order the ebook instead. Here, you take it,” you aren’t sure why but you didn’t expect a man's voice.

You glance up just in time to see him quickly throw it in your basket, thrown off when you accidentally make eye contact with the most beutiful blue eyes you have ever seen. You force yourself to glance away, you don’t want to because they were drawing you in but you make yourself, it is just too awkward to sit and stare in a stranger's eyes.

“Well, thank you,” you respond softly, starting to walk off to another shelf to avoid any more of this awkward encounter with this stranger you somehow feel very drawn to. The feeling confuses you, you’ve never felt this instant connection with someone that you don’t even know.

Unknown to you he is thinking the same thing about you and is currently debating if he should approach you again, and ultimately decides that he should and follows you to a new shelf.

“Hey sorry to bother you again, but you clearly have great tastes in books, do you have any recommendations?” he asks you, a hopeful smile on his face. “Shit, I should probably tell you my name. I’m Rick.”

“I’m y/n, and sure! Are you looking for only horror or? Just need to know where I should guide you,” you ask, now even more embarrassed by the fact that you are so excited that this handsome stranger is still talking to you… and he cares about your opinions?

“Pretty much anything honestly, I leave for a work trip soon and I always like to take some with me,” he responds. And he is being truthful, honestly at this point you could probably hand him a little kids book and he would buy it just because it is giving him a chance to talk to you.

And you are just as happy to have an excuse to talk to him, even more so when it is about your first love, books.

“Absolutely, follow me!”

He can’t help but smile at you after you turn around with a huge smile on your face. The pure joy written across your face has a warmth flooding over him that he can’t fully explain, but he loves that feeling. He gladly follows you to another shelf.

“So this is my favorite fiction novel, The Storyteller. Basically it is about this reclusive Jewish woman who works nights at a bakery and there is a new regular old man who comes around at night and they start to talk a little. He eventually confesses to her that he was a Nazi and he starts to tell her stories. I can’t tell you much more without ruining it but it is amazing,” you say.

Not thinking you grab his hand to go drag him to another shelf, you realize quickly that you grabbed his hand once the goosebumps start to spread along your skin. You are completely taken off guard, why are you so comfortable with this man when you have never met? Why didn’t he stop you or pull away? Shaking off the thoughts you stop in at another shelf.

“This series is about demons, each book focuses on another one in the same family as they discover their own unique power that they have. There is some minor smut in it, so if you aren’t chill with that we can move on. And right next to it is a really good vampire series.”

He can’t help the laugh that escapes as you continue to drag him around the store, showing him books in almost every genre. You really are into almost everything, and he didn’t expect that.

“Is there anything that you don’t like?” He finally teases you, a smile still present on his face when he realizes he made you blush.

“Shit sorry, I’m rambling on aren’t I? And yeah, westerns, I can’t bring myself to like westerns,” you say in a joking tone, giving a quick apology again.

“Don’t be, it's really cute seeing you get so excited about them…” he trails off for a second before looking at your basket. “What’s the Ashfall book in your basket about? I noticed you quickly threw it in while we were walking around.”

“Oh, a lot of my students are reading it and love it so I want to read it so I know what they are all into. Basically a kid from Iowa is home alone when the Yellowstone supervolcano erupts, so it follows him as he travels to find his parents through all the ash and stuff.” You hand him the book so he can look at the back of it quick.

You take a moment to really look at him while he reads it, admiring his tattoos on his throat that you are able to see despite the leather jacket his has on. You also can’t help but notice the way his black hair makes the paleness of his face pop, completely different than your type but you find him very attractive.

He glances up and catches you staring at him, raising an eyebrow at you. Blushing you look down, you can’t believe you let him catch you clearly checking him out.

He takes a second to clear his throat before speaking up. “Sounds interesting, so you said your students, you are a teacher I am guessing?”

“Yeah, freshman English and creative writing, I also oversee the school newspaper and yearbook,” you answer truthfully. “They are all such great kids, I couldn’t ask for a better group than what I have right now.”

“I can tell you really love what you do, hey to thank you for your time, can I buy you a coffee from the little cafe area?” He is hoping that you will say yes, really wanting to get to know you better.

“Umm…” you glance down at your watch to see the time. “Shit, I would love to but I have to get going soon. I am meeting my friend at a restaurant in 15 minutes. I’m sorry,” you say softly, a little upset that you have to say no.

“I get it, can we at least maybe exchange numbers? I’ll buy the digital version of that book so we can read and talk about it together. I’d say in person but I leave for work in two days for a couple months.”

You smile at the shy expression that is currently crossing his face, he clearly is feeling a bit out of his element as well. But you are glad that he seems to be even slightly interested in you like you are with him.

“Normally I would say no to a stranger, so please do not make me regret this,” you joke as you pull your phone out of you pocket and hand it to him.

He hands his phone to you as well, both of you quickly typing in your numbers before you swap them back and both of you make your way up front to finish checking out, you letting the cashier know that you have an online order to pick up as well.

She hands you a rather large box and finishes checking you out, thanking her before turning to grab your box and leave.

“Wait, let me help you with the box,” Rick offers from the checkout next to you. Before you can protest he is already taking the box away from you.

You mumble a meek thank you, leading him to your car and opening the back door for him to put the box in for you before closing it and turning to face him.

“I’ll text you once I start the book,” he tells you with a smile, before slowly backing away from your car, hesitating because he doesn’t want to let you leave without talking to him.

“Sounds great, I look forward to it,” you respond playfully before getting into your car so that you can meet your friend… who you are now officially late for meeting.

6ish Weeks Later, May 12th

You let out a soft sign as you walk into your apartment, kicking your shoes off by your front door before setting the box you have full of book reports down on your table, thank god it is Friday!

You can’t help but think about Ricky, wondering if he is currently getting ready for a show, maybe meeting some fans. You and him have talked a lot since meeting at the bookstore, and you have accepted that you have fallen for him. You would love nothing more than to be with him once he gets home from tour, but have accepted that you are friends and that you can live with that.

You're watching your favorite show when your phone goes off with a message, smiling when you see Rick’s name show up on your screen.

You quickly check the message, seeing that he asked if you wanted to facetime as they have the night off and he wants to talk to you.

“Yeah, can you give me a few minutes to change? I have just gotten home,” you send back, happy that he wants to talk to you.

You quickly get a response back telling you that you can make the call when you are ready, no rush. You quickly set your phone own and run to your room to change out of your school clothing and into a band shirt that he sent you a couple weeks ago and a pair of shorts before you settle on your couch, making your facetime request.

Rick accepts your call right away and greets you with a kind smile. “Well, don’t you look nice in a motionless shirt,” he jokes. “You look exhausted though.”

“Joys of the end of the school year, I have almost 100 book reports to grade this weekend alone. I can’t wait for the 26th,” you say with a slight groan before you smile at him. “I’m glad we have some time to talk tonight.”

All of the sudden you see Vinny walk up behind Rick before he stops, backs up and looks at you with a wave. “Hi, y/n, nice to finally meet yo - Ow, dude what the fuck?” Vinny asks with a groan, rubbing his arm where Rick smacked him. “What, I am assuming this is her.”

“This is why I usually call you from my bunk, my whole band is full of nosy assholes, sorry.” Rick says, a slight blush on his cheeks as he looks back at the camera to see you.

You can’t help but giggle at the scene in front of you. “Hi Vin, nice to formally see you. And thank you for letting me know that Rick apparently talks about me,” you tease with a wink towards the boys.

“Okay, she has a sense of humor. I officially like her,” Vin says, earning himself a glare from rick. “What?”

“Thanks?” you question, your mood is already better from watching the banter between the two of them.

Vinny walks off laughing and you can hear some of the others laughing as well before Chris asks Rick what he would want brought back for dinner, then it gets quiet on the bus.

“Don’t let me keep you from eating Rick, we can talk another time,” you say softly, feeling guilty that you are keeping him from grabbing some dinner with his friends.

“I wanted to talk to you, I already planned that Chris would just bring me food back to the bus after they all ate. I can tell that you had a rough day, so talk to me. What’s going on?” You can see him smile at you through the camera, instantly melting away some of your problems with that simple act.

“You are so sweet Rick, really,” you say before venting about your day for about 15 minutes, Rick listening and giving you little comments to make sure that you know he is listening to you.

“I can see why you are so tired after a day like that, at least it is almost summer break for you. Is there anything that I am able to help you with?” he asks you gently.

“Venting actually helped a lot. Honestly us talking always makes my day, you are the first official friend I have made since I made the move to PA other than the friend I moved with,” you say, smiling at the man sweetly.

“You never told me where you moved from… or why you and Marisa came out here?” He asks, curious. He could listen to you talk about yourself and get to know more about you all day.

“Iowa. Marisa followed her fiance out here when we graduated college, and because I am not close with my family she convinced me to come out here with her,” you answer.

“When we finish this tour I will have to introduce you to some people so you have more friends out here,” he says, another warm smile gracing his face.

Before you know it the two of you have been talking for almost an hour and the boys are all climbing back on the bus, interrupting your call.

“I should let you go so that you can eat, thank you for the call,” you say, hoping that he can’t tell that you are sad to be ending the call.

“Wait! Ask her about the show before you forget!” you hear Chris yell from somewhere else on the bus.

“Oh yeah, our last tour stop is a hometown show on the 26th. Do you want to come? You could watch from the side stage, meet some of our friends and the guys,” Rick rubs the back of his neck, visibly nervous about what your answer might be.

“Yeah, send me the information and I will be there,” you smile at him, happy that he asked you.

“Awesome, I will see you then. Go relax, maybe take a nice hot bath, you earned it with the day you have had. I will talk to you soon,” Rick says, his entire face bright and happy after hearing you say that you would go.

“Bye,” you say softly. “Bye guys!” you yell out extra loud so they can hear you. You giggle when you hear several voices say goodbye as well before you sign out.

You decide to order take out and after it arrives you decide to take Rick’s advice. Slipping into a hot bact while you relax, smiling when Rick sends you a text wishing you a goodnight.

You sigh before sending your best friend a quick message asking an important conversation. “Is it weird to be falling in love with someone I have only met in person once?”

#motionless in white #fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #bree sucks at fanfiction #miw #miw band #ricky olson x reader #ricky olson imagine #ricky olson fanfic #ricky olson fanfiction #ricky olson #ricky horror imagine #ricky horror olson

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