#okay project release is over let me gif after this one other ask

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go on without me - 16 + 21 with rafe🤭🤭🤭🤭

ahh thank you so much sweet abi!! I'm so sorry it took me so long, I just wasn't feeling satisfied with what I was writing :( I hope you like reading this! but please feel free to not read this if you aren't comfortable w the warnings given :)

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PAIRING: toxic!dark!rafe cameron x gn! musician!reader

SUMMARY: rafe doesn’t like another man touching you, not even as much as talking to you or looking at you.

WARNINGS: dark content! minimal swearing, established relationship, slight use of nicknames like babe, jealousy, over protective & possessive rafe, canon!rafe, toxic!rafe, threats to kill, allusions to anxiety and being scared, and kinda shitty writing (??) (please please let me know if something should be added!!!!)

EDITH SPEAKS: this is very, very new for me. this is my third attempt at this fic, the first two just didn’t turn out how I wanted, and the best approach just felt like dark!rafe. this is me basically exploring my writing and trying out new things and testing myself, so if it’s not as good as the rest of stuff you may have read, I’m really sorry, I’m a beginner 😭😭

please please heed the warnings, and it may not be as dark as some other stuff on here, it felt pretty dark while writing, and if at any moment you feel this isn’t for you please feel free to click off.

moreover, if I am being honest here, you might have read a lot of rafe fics based on this idea/prompt. so please don't think I copied someone off for this, this is completely my own creation.

and if you liked this, please please share your feedback with me, and reblog it to support my content <3

PROMPTS REQUESTED: “Actually, we’re leaving. We have something to get to.” “No we don’t – oh, okay fine I’ll call you guys later.” & “You can’t just lose your temper like this each time you get a little upset!”

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Everyone around you cheers out loud, glasses of champagne raised in the air as huge grins form on everyone’s faces. Your new single – after a break of over three years came out today, and you have already received an overwhelming amount of support. You’re in your studio, celebrating with your team and your amazing boyfriend.

“Congratulations babe,” Rafe smiles as he hugs you tight, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You grin at him, hugging him back even tighter as you mumble a ‘thank you’.

You all celebrate for some more time, drinking fancy champagne, eating food, and taking pictures to savor the moment.

You, Rafe, and Jim, your producer, are just talking at the side when you hear your name being called. You turn to see it’s Saylor, who is one of the interns at the record label you are signed with. Your single was the first project he worked on.

“Yeah?” You ask, smiling as you approach him.

“Congratulations on the release,” he smiles, and gives you a small hug. You gladly hug him back, a grin on your face.

“Thank you Saylor,” you smile. “You were absolutely great for your first project,” you say. “I was actually asking Jim if you’d like to continue working for the upcoming singles too,”

Saylor’s lips are pulled in a huge grin as his eyes light up. “You’re serious right now?”

You chuckle as you nod your head. “Yes, of course! I would love for you to be able to gain as much experience as you can,”

Saylor absolutely can’t contain his excitement as he pulls you in for another hug. You are caught off guard but gladly hug back, chuckling a little as you do so.

“Thank you so much,” he smiles. “Seriously, it means a lot to me,” he says, a certain spark in his eyes.

“Of course, a talent like yours shouldn’t go to waste,” you say.

His smile doesn’t falter as he speaks again. “Can I get a picture with you, if that’s not an issue?”

“Oh of course not!” You say, turning to look at Rafe. “Rafe?” You call out.

He breaks from the conversation he was having with Jim and walks up to you. “Yeah babe?” Saylor passes him his phone and asks him to take a picture of you two.

Saylor stands next to you as his arm wraps around your waist, maybe a little too tighter than it should be but you don’t really say anything. However, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafe, and he takes a sharp inhale when he sees Saylor’s side pressing more against you, as your arm rests around his shoulder.

Rafe tends to be… possessive, and you’ve always known that. Even when you both weren’t together, he wasn’t the biggest fan of how others would usually hit on you at parties, and would feel enraged when they wouldn’t let you go after you would politely ask to leave you alone.

But that possessiveness only increased when you both got together, when you officially became his girl. There’s nothing you can do about it, because that’s how Rafe is.

You can see the expression on Rafe’s face; the subtle ticking of his jaw, the acute twitching of his eye – you’ve known him long enough to identify his facial expressions just the second they appear. You are quick to remove your arm from Saylor’s shoulder, your arm now resting on your side, but Saylor doesn’t seem to catch on that; instead his grip on your waist tightens a bit, because he most probably wants you to wrap your arm around his shoulders again.

Nevertheless, Rafe takes the picture, and hands Saylor’s phone back. Saylor takes a few seconds before he lets go of you, which only happened because you gently removed yourself from his grip. You quickly appear at Rafe’s side and intertwine your hands, squeezing his hand tightly.

“Thank you for the picture,” Saylor smiles as he looks at the phone screen. All you say is ‘welcome’ with a small smile, and Rafe pulls you to a different part of the studio.

As the small party carries on, Saylor makes subtle moves – or moves which he thinks are subtle, but aren’t missed by Rafe at all. It’s Rafe’s last straw when Saylor gently grips your waist to move past you, saying a ‘sorry’ as he walks by. At that very moment, you decide it’s best if you talk to Saylor about it yourself, tell him that you know what he’s doing, and you clearly have a boyfriend. But before you can do that, Rafe’s arm wraps quickly around your waist, and his grip is tight.

Jim says something about going to a nice nearby restaurant for dinner, but Rafe cuts him off. “Actually, we’re leaving. We have something to get to.” He says firmly. You look at him with a slightly confused expression, thinking if you both do have any other appointments today or not, but your mind is blank.

“No we don’t –,” you say, but Rafe snaps his head at you, his jaw muscles tense, and your eyes slightly widen at the sight as you catch up in the fraction of a second. “Oh, okay fine I’ll call you guys later.”

Rafe leads you out of the studio, and you barely save your half full glass of champagne from falling off the table you’re trying to keep it at as he ushers you out. He opens the door of his truck for you and as you sit down, he slams it a little too harshly than usual. He walks around the truck and sits down next to you, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he starts to drive.

You take a deep breath as you lean back in the chair. This is not the first time this is happening, and you know it’s certainly not the last. You aren’t scared because you already know how this entire situation plays out. He will raise his voice at you, say stuff like how you’re his and only his, how he absolutely hates other guys looking at you a certain way because he just can’t bear the sight, and how he gives you the best treatment you can get.

You’re just silently listening to the soft music from the radio as you look out the window. You steal a glance at Rafe and see his jaw is still tightened, his grip tight on the wheel.

“Relax your jaw Rafe,” you say plainly, turning to look back out the window. You hear him take a sharp breath.

“I did not like how he was looking at you and holding you,” he utters.

You just roll your eyes at him, as if you knew that’s exactly what he was going to say. “It was just a picture Rafe, you don’t have to be so protective about that,” you say.

Rafe snaps his head towards you, but quickly turns back to look at the road. “Just a picture?” He echoes. “So you’re telling me you loved the way he was holding your waist hm?”

“Oh god when did I say that!” You retort. “And besides, did you not see? I literally removed my hand off his shoulders the instant you saw it, and moved away from him the moment you took the picture. There’s no need for you to get so worked up!”

You can see Rafe’s chest heaving as he takes rapid breaths, his jaw ticking as you can literally see a thunderstorm brewing up in him.

“You can’t just lose your temper like this each time you get a little upset!” You say exasperatedly. “You shouldn’t have been upset in the first place because there’s literally nothing to be upset about!”

Just the second those words leave your mouth, he bellows your name causing you to shut up right that moment. “Shut up!” He yells, smacking his palm against the steering wheel once. You feel the truck speed up, his foot pressing harder against the accelerator. You glance at the speedometer and see the needle pointing to larger numbers more and more with each passing second.

“Rafe-” you mumble out but you are cut off the very next instant.

“You just refuse to see it huh?” He hissed. “You refuse to see how I am the best for you. How I can, how I do treat you better than anyone else,” he goes on, and he uses his free hand to gesture around in the air.

“Get this in your head okay?” He speaks, his voice now eerily low as he gestures to his head, tapping his fingertips at his temple. “I never, ever want you as much as looking at someone else, you got that?”

You can feel the truck speeding up more. Your hands are clutching the sides of your seat, as your nails dig into the leather. Your lips are parted as you let out shaky breaths, your eyes wide and shiny with the layer of tears that have formed over them.

You thought you had seen the worst. Which was him arguing with you and telling you he’s the best for you. But right now, when his foot only seems to be pressing more and more against the gas pedal, your back pushed back against the seat due to the fast speed of the truck, you realize there’s a hidden side to Rafe you’ve never seen before.

“Rafe I-”

“Say it!” He yells, cutting you off swiftly. “Say it, that you won’t even look at anyone else!”

“Rafe please-” you mumble out, squeezing your eyes shut as hot tears flow down your face, leaving a sticky trail as they go down.

“Say it before I crash this truck in a fucking tree!”

His breathing is heavy, his eyes are wide, and you can’t recognise him anymore. His eyes are an icy blue instead of the usual dark blue you get lost in so easily, and that’s the moment you realize Rafe will never ever let you exercise any control over him. Ever.

“I-” you hiccup, “I won’t look at anyone else, okay?” You gasp, gulping down the lump in your throat as the tears keep on streaming down.

When you don’t feel Rafe slow down the truck, the seatbelt starting to dig into your neck harshly and your grip on the seat gets harder, your breathing gets more erratic as you try to gather more air to speak up again.

“Rafe, baby, please please slow down I…” you whisper, looking at him desperately.

You expect him to lash out, but he doesn’t, and the truck starts to slow down, coming at a normal pace. You move a shaky hand to your face, running your fingers across your skin to wipe off your tears, but your breath keeps on coming out in short gasps, and you feel yourself tremble a little; your heart loud in your chest.

The truck slows down more and more, and you see Rafe has parked it at the side of the road. The truck comes to a full stop, and you turn to look at Rafe through your still slightly blurry vision, your eyes now red, and panic being the only feeling clouding your mind.

Rafe rests his forehead against the steering wheel, taking in a deep breath. His grip on the wheel loosens a bit, the knuckles not so white anymore as their color flushes back. He lifts his head from the wheel and turns to look back at you, his eyes now not so icy, but still not the comforting warm blue you’ve always loved and adored.

A smile tugs on his lips, and it’s not the kind which always warms you up the moment you look at it, but it’s… sinister. It’s a smile you’ve never seen before. It’s the kind of smile that shows that he is enjoying seeing you this way. Seeing you so weak under his control.

He moves his hands to your face, brushing any loose strands off your slightly sticky face and gently running his fingers across your cheeks.

“Now baby,” he says softly, but the softness doesn’t comfort you – no. It scares you even more. “You made that a little too hard didn’t you, hm? Next time when I ask you to do something, just do it, okay? Don’t have time to wait, or- or to see how you react m’kay? Just… agree to what I say. It’s not as hard as you may think,”

He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead, but at that moment, all you want to do is to scrunch up into a ball and be far, far away from him and his cold, unknown touch.

Your breathing fastens up, but all you can do is stare at him with wide eyes, wondering where did that sweet, loving boyfriend of yours go and got replaced by this?

When he sees you aren’t arguing back, his menacing grin only widens, and he takes his hands off you, turning to start up the truck again and continue to drive – as if absolutely nothing happened.

A hand rests on your thigh, softly rubbing the skin through the material of your pants, but you’re too afraid to even slightly move under the touch. It’s cold, it sends shivers down your spine, and you don’t know who’s hand it is.

If only someone could stop and tell you that you had lost your ‘loving’ boyfriend forever.

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Actress!Y/n Talking About Harry in Interviews Over the Years(2018-2022) Part II

 A/n:so, this is the second part, and I really hope you guys like it .

PART I | MASTERLIST

Jimmy Kimmel Live!, September, 2018

“I am so happy to have you here again.” Kimmel said, as they sat down. “You’re no longer my neighbor.”

“Unfortunately.” The woman agreed. “I miss you, Molly and the kids, we don’t have neighbors anymore.”

“You mean the house next door isn’t ready or…” 

“We literally have no neighbors, we bought fourteen acres ‘next door’ to a preserve, so it’s amazing views and a huge amount of privacy.” She explained. “Which when you have a job in the industry, and two young children is amazing.”

“That’s right, you had another baby!”Jimmy said as if he didn’t already now. “How far apart are they?”

“So, we had Atticus in January last year, and eleven months later we had Talulah,” She paused giving the audience time o cheer, “we wanted them to be close in age, which is a decision a lot of parents make, we didn’t know it would happen so fast, but apparently we are very fertile people,” She paused again, letting the people go crazy, “Yeah, so of course, we didn’t factor in our decision Harry’s tour, my album release, all my projects, and a very cranky baby, Atticus is physically all H, but he’s bad temper is all mine.”

“You went on tour pregnant and with a baby?” The host asked. “That must have been a crazy experience.”

“It was something.” She agreed. “But I was the boss’s wife, so everyone took good care of me, made sure I was comfortable, helped around with the baby, and H created an amazing environment with his whole team, it was lovely to witness.”

Met Gala 2019 With Liza Koshy| Vogue

“You co-chaired the Met Gala back in 2016, how is like to be back, and this year your gorgeous husband is co-chairing the event.” Liza asked Y/n as soon as they finished greeting each other.

The camera was zooming on the naked Gucci gown made of black lace, sequins and feathers the superstar was wearing, totally complementing her husband look.

“It is amazing, I am so proud of H, this is such an amazing honor, and is his first year, so I am happy we get to share this with each other.” Y/n said in a soft voice.

“What is ‘camp’ to you?”The you tuber asked.

“Just be yourself, whatever you want no matter what, be bold, be crazy, it’s camp.” The actress said moving her colorful feather boa/cape situation. “I think there is no limits.”  She had almost Rapunzel long hair extensions and a spectacular floral and feathers arrangement on top of her head.

“What was your inspiration for tonight’s spectacular look?”

“I just wanted to match H, tonight is all about him, and have fun, so I let Alessandro do as he pleased, and Ale being Ale didn’t hold back.” she shared. “My youngest didn’t even recognized me.”

“You look one hot mama, it’s hard to imagine you have two babies, does Atticus and Talulah know they have the coolest mother?”Liza asked.

“H is the cool parent,” Y/n admitted with a found smile, “Atticus has some idea that his daddy is a rockstar, so Harry’s definitely the coolest in his eyes.” 

The Late Late Show | Team USA v. Team UK- Dodgeball w/Michelle Obama

“I am here to support Harry,”Y/n said to he camera as the teams stretched in the background, “he’s not a very gracious loser, and I mean, he’s in James’s Team against Michelle Obama, there is just no way that they are going to win this game.” 

“Babe, “ Y/n called from the sidelines after watching Harry be hit in the ‘1D’ “Are you okay, honey?”

“I want more kids… in the future,” the actress blushed slightly looking to the camera.

The Kelly Clarkson Show, Jan, 2020

“How old are your kids know?”Kelly asked.

“Atticus is three years old, and Lulah just turned two, the terrible twos, funny enough, Lulah doesn’t suffer from it, but Atticus haven’t got over it yet…”Y/n said with a smile as pictures showed up on the screen, her children faces always blurred or hidden.

“People say terrible two, but threenager is a real thing,”Kelly said seriously.

“Yeah, that’s what I heard,”The actress said. “But Lulah just turned two, and I think it might not have fully catch up with her yet, because as I was leaving the house today, she threw her first temper tantrum.” Y/n commented. “She was just, on the floor, crying her little heart out, and of course, Atticus didn’t like to be outdone, so he threw himself at the rug screaming bloody murder, and I just left them there for Harry to deal,” The young woman told Kelly. “I sounded so bad right now, but really, I am that mom that keeps trying to calm them down, and things just get worst because it becomes a competition between the two toddlers, while Harry is just chill, he sit on the couch and just watches them unamused until they organically stop.”

“They lay it on sometimes, like ‘why are you leaving me’”

“I thing is worst with Harry,”Y/n confessed, “I have no problem in admitting H is the favorite parent, like, they come to me for comfort and all the ‘mommy’ things, but Harry is their favorite.” She said with a smile.

“And you don’t feel jealous or anything…”

“No, because, to me, it just shows how much of na amazing daddy he is, and I just feel like: damn! I made a really good choice.”The crowd cheer. “It’s really validating and I am just proud of myself for my choice in partner and baby daddy.”

Hailey Bieber | Who’s in my Bathroom? April, 2021

“Do you get uncomfortable by the amount of female attention your husband’s get?” Hailey asked as they sipped their margaritas.

“So, I have two answers for those questions: I don’t get uncomfortable with his fans showing their love for him, it’s lovely to see the amount of love and devotion he inspires, and they have always been so welcoming to me.” She said looking at possible the only other woman in the planet that understood the level of craziness it was. “But I do get uncomfortable with women in the industry hitting on him, I am not even talking women our age, it’s like: cougar level, and very recently we had a very awful situation, where it was in a working environment with a power imbalance, and it just got too much, more people got involved, media attention happened, and at the same time we had to deal with this as a couple and as a family.”

“Does you ever wish you guys just had normal jobs and careers?”Hailey supports her face in her hand. 

“Never, no matter what, I can’t imagine Harry not doing what he does, and I would never no make the career choices I did, I love acting, I love singing and songwriting, and I love directing.” She says with conviction. “For me it was life changing, I came from nothing, my mom was a single mother waitress, raising three kids on a small wage salary and tips, Disney changed my life, it paid for our first house, for the seed money in my mother’s organic company, it paid my sister college.”

“Is it surreal that your children have a childhood so different from yours?”The blonde asks with a smile.

“They’re extremely privileged, my four years old the other day was like: mummy, why do we have so many houses? And Lulah was complaining the size of the Jet, because she wanted the ‘big plane’, and H was like: sugarcube, you don’t know what your are asking for.” Y/n said with a soft smile. “My children…they have a lot of rich people problems.”

The Drew Barrymore Show, Aug, 2022

“Oh My God, you look even more gorgeous in person.” Drew said as they created each other. 

“Thank you, thank you, have you look at yourself? I was obsessed with you growing up, it’s so amazing to be here.” Y/n said with a big smile, arranging the skirt of her dress as she sat down.

“You’re the face of a Dior perfume, a brand ambassador for Gucci, multi- award winning actress and musician, your under thirty with two Academy Awards, which is historical, you have two successful companies, you just came back a few months ago from a very glorious passage through Cannes where you  debuted Top Gun: Maverick, your own movie and you own Camera d’Ore for your debut feature, also: 14 minutes standing ovation, for a movie produced, directed, written and starred by women,” she stopped for a moment to allow the crowd to applauded the guest, “and then, your also a mom, to three children, and you’re married to Harry freaking Styles, the world’s biggest rockstar, and most wanted man according to Rolling Stones.”

“You just made me sound so cool.”The younger woman said with a small smile and flushed cheeks.

“You are cool.”Drew affirmed. “How do you balance it all?”

“I have a great team working with me, and I have just the greatest partner, and this is really important.”Y/n said crossing her legs. “We plan things in a way that the children will always have one of us 24/7 and in a way that we can always be together, his career is never more important than mine and vice-versa, we’re on tour now, Harry’s Love on Tour, I am a non-touring artist, but H really loves touring, is his thing, and it was important for him to have me and the kids together  with him on the road as his support system, and the children just love going to all the different museums, and seeing new things, and eating different stuff, but, during his tour break we’re moving to Australia because I have a movie that is going to be shoot there.”

“What is like going on tour with three young children under five?”

“It’s chaos, Atticus and Lulah have some understanding that this is daddy’s job, this is Atticus second tour, but for them is just fun, Riley is just a baby, she’s with me 24/7, shes our calmest child,” Y/n said. “She’s actually the same age that Atticus was during Live on Tour.”

“Riley is your quarantine baby…”

“I found out I was pregnant in February last year during Where the Crawdads Sing pre-production, so yeah, she’s kinda of my Covid baby.”

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Muichiro Sick HCs

Sorry for being inactive guys, I had a lot of tests, quizzes, and projects to do for the last 2 weeks of school. Since next week is my last week of school, feel free to request things as comments on this post, and I'll see if I can get to them, thank you!

As an apology, have some sick Muichiro HCs in honor of his backstory being released and Swordsmith Village Arc in general. This version of Muichiro HCs is platonic, no yandere, but I'll do a romantic Muichiro HCs soon enough. However before I get to requests, I'll do Sick Mitsuri.

Because of his strict training regime, he can't really accept the fact that he's sick and needs to rest.

He's coughed up blood before while training, and he's fine, so what's a little fever to him?

A lot, actually

His body almost collapses on him because he's been ignoring his fever for so long

Once you heard the news, you rushed over to his house. The Kakushi were taking care of him, but skedaddled when they saw you.

"Cowards. I'm not even that scary."

That was a complete lie, you looked like you were about to murder them, and you holding your katana like you were about to strike only confirmed their opinions

He had a wet towel on his head, and his breathing was heavy

"Muichiro, can you hear me?"

He turns to you, his face blank, despite his heavy breathing

"Of course, you would look at me like that."

He blinks, and his crow starts yelling at you while standing protectively near him to make sure he's okay.

"Relax, Little Miss Sassy, I'm here to care for him because he obviously can't ask for help. *Sigh* I'm going to die early because of you, y'know that? I'm only 17, and I'm never going to get married because you're going to kill me."

You look at him. "If you keep doing this, you're going to die early."

You go make him some soup, and because of his slight hatred of being treated like a child, he ate it himself.

You also gave him so comfier clothes to change into, because he was overheating.

You made sure to call Kocho to take of him, and when she got there, she thanked you for letting her know but when she finished, you stayed by his side for the rest of the day.

He doesn't remember who you are sometime, but he feels happy near you.

He also was very happy you stayed, because it made him happy, like his heart fluttered.

His crow doesn't like you at all, but you don't really care.

Your crow and his crow are always at each other's necks, and it's funny to watch.

"Rest now, Muichiro. You'll need it."

After he got better, you scolded him, but he doesn't listen

He just stuck his tongue out at you

The Hashira think the relationship between you two is cute, and Shinobu frequently teases you about it, using words like "son", and "mother" when talking about you and Muichiro

She asks if you're going to take Nezuko and Tanjiro as your children if you ever get the chance

You denied it

Well, you did end up doing that.

One big traumatized family

Spoiler: When Muichiro dies, you start crying, even while fighting Kokushibo alongside him

You die at the hands of Muzan

Muichiro thinks of you like an elephant. Because of your heavy presence and how loud you are, but how you care for him like he's your son or family in general. Elephants have close bonds with family in general.

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Hand(s) Off (Complete) | Ch 6: Fantasy

(Steve Rogers/f!Reader sex pollen-esque multichapter)

STORY MASTERLIST | STEVE MASTERLIST | SERIES | PREV

Summary: You and Steve have to navigate the aftermath of the overexposure to Mistress, and something tells you that your mood swings and inability to self-satisfy is directly related to the drug…

Length | Warnings: 4,030 | masturbation MINORS DNI

Fill: Adoptable ‘Pheremones’ from @allcapsbingo

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Fantasy

Steve doesn’t take sex lightly. He doesn’t take attraction lightly either, and that’s what makes everything so confusing, because he likes you. Most of what he knows about you comes from Bucky, despite the time you two have spent near each other, and while these positive, protective things he’s feeling seem logical, there’s no way they’re natural.

Bottom line: Steve doesn’t think he can trust his gut when it comes to you. His gut says you’re exactly the sort of girl he wants to get to know. He wants to bring you flowers, take you to a baseball game, maybe hold your hand as he walks you back from a date. All things he’s skipped right past, thanks to Mistress. All things he might not have wanted, if it weren’t for the way the two of you met.

All things he maybe shouldn’t want at all, if Bucky wants them too.

Steve levers himself off of you with a hand on the wall and one on your shoulder, careful to project as much respect as he can, despite what’s just happened. He can still feel the echo of your satin-smooth skirt on his fingers, and that’s private enough, given the other after-effects of the explosive kiss you've just shared. Backing away quietly, he stops after just a few steps to watch you, telling himself it’s not to admire the way the deep breaths you’re taking accentuate your breasts. No, he’s watching your closed-eyed expression shift between secretly pleased and embarrassed.

“Did you take out the earpiece?” you ask quietly.

“I threw it,” he admits, and your eyes open to look at him first in shock, then in amusement, and then both of you fully crack up. The laughter is such a release, such a relief, that he’s wiping amused tears from the corners of his eyes when the door opens.

Bruce sends you both giggling again when he says, in an Annoyed Dad Voice, “The preliminary test results are in.’

“So let me see if I have this right,” you say fifteen minutes later, folding your hands on the conference table in front of you. “You detected pheromones in the enclosure, an unusually high level of them.” Banner nods. “They’re recognizably pheromones but not anything you’ve seen before, and there’s two kinds?”

“Three,” Steve says in a stunned voice, trying to be helpful even now.

“Well, technically the third one is a combination of the other two, one from each of you, and it’s so complex I’m not sure I can call it a pherom--” Banner cuts off as Dr. Lyonne clears her throat beside him. “Sort of, yes.”

You and Steve are on one side of the long table, with the two doctors at the other. It feels like you’re at a hostile takeover meeting, where two sides negotiate how much freedom the defeated company will have-- except you and Steve are the ones who have been taken over, and the answer on freedom is as yet unclear.

“Okay, setting aside the third one, then.” You pull in a deep breath and let it out. There will be time to freak out about everything they’re telling you another time, when you’re not in the middle of learning about it. “You’re saying we were both hot and horny for an unnaturally long time with Mistress in our systems, and that made the drug… teach our bodies to create these pheromones? Are you sure you don’t want to go get the Ancient Aliens guy to deliver this news?”

Banner does a wince-chuckle and looks down at the table. When he looks up, his expression is the same bleak, apologetic one he’d started with. “Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous, but this is clearly alien biology. I doubt it helps at all, but if it hadn’t been for what happened to you two, we’d be a lot more in the dark about this.”

“You’ll need to study us to figure out how to reverse it,” Steve breaks in. You look over at him, note that his back isn’t touching the chair. If there’s an ‘official’ way to sit in a chair as a military man, that’s what he’s doing.

“If it helps, my husband and I are also submitting samples. I imagine we’ll need to come in and have you check to see if we give off any pheromones?” Dr. Lyonne says, looking to Banner.

He’s nodding gravely. “Yes. Without the accompanying symptoms, I doubt there are any, particularly not this long since the incident. At the level that we detected them from you two, though…” He gestures to your side of the table. “You say you were about forty, fifty feet apart at the performance, but both of you felt better last night, and even better today?”

You feel Steve’s eyes on you as you nod, and you can tell by Banner’s look of satisfaction that you’ve both responded in the affirmative; he pushes back from the table, obviously uncomfortable with the boardroom setting.

“Ok, we have an imperfect two-week sample, I’d like to have both of you come in every day for two weeks. Obviously I can’t take blood every day, but I’ll set up something to detect the pheromones.”

Dr. Lyonne swivels to face Banner as he paces the windows. “How about we split a lab in three, have each of them enter separately, meet in the middle after we get their individual resul--”

“We’d compensate you both for this, of course,” Banner breaks in. You see Dr. Lyonne’s wry smile and wonder if she’s used to having ideas so good her boss wants to move on before she’s fully articulated them. She seems like a strong enough personality to handle it, at least.

“I’m happy to help, but I can’t take any money. It wouldn’t be right.”

“We’re not paying you for sex, Rogers,” Lyonne says, a challenging look on her face.

Even though you’re not looking at him, you can feel Steve’s dismay. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t need to be paid for something I’d be--”

He cuts himself off, and there’s enough unsated lust simmering in your system to enjoy the possibilities of that sentence. I don’t need to be paid for something I’d be doing anyway.  

“Steve, you have to understand, it’s unethical for me not to pay you for this. The city, the planet needs the information we’ll be collecting, and I hate that it’ll take so long, given what we’re learning,” Banner says, walking over to grip his abandoned chair. He looks agitated but not angry. “Ideally you’ll both be anonymous, but how do you think anyone’s going to take my results studying an aphrodisiac if they realize that one of the subjects aren’t compensated for their time? No one will believe the results are genuine!”

“All right, but if we’re going to mention ethics, I want to point out that it’s not ethical to force Dee to participate in this at all, paid or not.”

Banner pulls in a breath, but you turn your chair and say, “Wait. Steve, I get it. You chose the serum-- but Tony Stark didn’t choose the magnet in his chest. Bucky didn’t choose--”

“Okay, I hear you,” Steve says, reaching out to put his hand over yours where you’d been holding on to the edge of the table. The immediate calming effect is almost annoying, and you glare at him for a second, sending his eyebrows skyward.

“You don’t feel that? It’s like a mini injection of Xanax or something,” you grouse.

A notebook slides across the table, followed by a pen you have to spin your chair around and pull free of Steve to grab before it falls to the floor.

“Write that down?” Dr. Lyonne’s scarlet lipstick’d grin is almost predatory.

“I feel it,” Steve belatedly answers under his breath to you as Lyonne and Banner confer across the room in urgent voices. You pause your writing  mid-sentence, biting your lip. This turns Steve bashful adorable, like that helps any, saying, “Shoot, sorry. I’ll just--” and getting up.

“I assume you want me to keep away from Steve except during the tests, but what about Bucky?” you ask aloud, covering for everything that’s chaotic inside your body and your mind right now.

Steve speaks up, quick and gruff. “That’s right, if the two of them want to start dating, how will that--”

“Steve! That’s not--” Your body is tuned for pleasure today, and this sends you images of Bucky you’ve never pictured with your waking mind before. A challenging smile, his arm held out in expectation that you’ll of course take it, the sexy fit of his leather jacket and your secret knowledge of what’s underneath… 

You press your eyes closed and open them to see three very interested pairs of eyes focused on you.

“Bucky is my friend,” you say, a twinge of guilt at the boundaries you’d just mentally crossed making your tone more brittle than necessary. “I was asking because the two of them live together. Are you expecting me to stay away from anywhere Steve could be, to avoid contaminated pheromone test results?”

Dr. Lyonne leans close to Banner to say something you don’t catch, and he nods before saying, “To be honest, I haven’t thought through all of the logistics. How about the two of you figure out a good time of day to stop by for testing, so there’s at least 22 hours between each, and I’ll get back to you on that question? Say, this weekend?”

“Four days,” Steve says. “Do you want us to stay apart in that time?”

You have no idea how you want that question to be answered.

“I uh, hmm.” Banner puts his hands on his hips and scrunches up his face, clearly thinking. “Better start the habit of once a day, so it’s easier, come Monday?”

“Phrasing!” Dr. Lyonne groans, waving Banner off with one hand and gesturing at the two of you frantically. “Run! Shoo! Before he starts getting more descriptive!”

You get home at lunch time and lean up against the apartment door after you lock it. Your roommate won’t be home for hours, and now that you’re alone, all you can think about is Steve Rogers’ frantic lips on yours.

Closing your eyes, you go through the motions of stripping off your ‘outside armor’ as you relive those heady moments. Toeing one shoe off leads to a few seconds of remembering the way his fingers dragged along the nape of your neck before he asked to kiss you. On your way to your bedroom, you drop your bag on the back of the couch, then steady yourself on it, thinking about that first exquisite swipe of his tongue against yours.

You almost turn your ankle in the hallway because you forgot to take off your other shoe.

The heat of embarrassment quickly shifts back to arousal when you’re finally in your bedroom, with the door locked behind you. That’s when you realize your keys are still in your hand. You usually hang them up on a hook, or at the very least, put them in your bag.

“Completely wrecked for Steve Rogers,” you say aloud.

Fuck, even his name sounds different to you. Instead of living in your memory banks as Bucky’s childhood friend, someone decent and good and loyal, he’s… well, right now he’s a taste in your mouth. One you can’t get enough of.

You leave your skirt in the middle of the floor.

Shirt and bra go flying in the general direction of your dresser. Something in the back of your mind tells you that it’s a terrible idea to associate that particular paragon of values and virtue with hedonistic, desperate pleasure, but you cannot possible bring yourself to care. Not with the memory of Steve Rogers’ lips latched to your neck. Not with his need-distorted sounds of assent vibrating through you.

Your fingers feel clumsy as you rush your device from the drawer, accidentally striking the button that starts the pulating rhythm you love most. Grateful for the privacy of a silent, empty apartment, you throw yourself diagonally on your bed. The toy in your hand sounds far too loud to be decent, and god, the ghost of Steve Rogers is invading every inch of you today, isn’t he?

There are places on you he hasn’t been, your mind supplies as you settle into the silky indulgence of your sheets. Setting the vibrator next to your head but not turning it off, you slide your hand down to slip the tips of your fingers past the waistband of your panties. Don’t touch your breasts. Pretend he wants to, but he won’t let himself.

That thought has you arching your hips up, your eyes clenched shut. God, your naughty mind is turning the taboos of this whole situation into something delicious, and you can’t be fucked to care.

Honestly, given the taboos of this whole situation, ‘can’t be fucked’ is likely to be true, and is that fair? No.

Grabbing your blanket, you throw the edge over your eyes and let yourself picture Steve Rogers trapped in the room, able to see you, unsure of whether to participate. Your nipples tighten at the thought, and you push your fingers down, finding your folds wet with the wanting of him. Shit, you’re in it now, because you used to let yourself imagine a faceless man, someone who wanted everything you had to give. Now all you can imagine is Steve, as though his broad shoulders have taken up the entire doorway in your mind, intimidating anyone else who might have designs on you.

“Oh, fuck!” you voice, grabbing the toy-- because the thought of a jealous Steve has ramped you up to Mistress levels of desire. You’d told yourself the whole journey home that the first thing you needed to do was try to come. Sure, you’d orgasmed today and it had been glorious, but this-- As you fit the toy exactly where you like it most (panties on for your imaginary guest), an outrageous thought occurs, and you're already indulging yourself, so why not keep going? “For science,” you gasp aloud, rocking your hips.

Would Steve disapprove of this display? Would he watch, or stop you?

Would he join you?

With your eyes tightly closed and the weight of the blanket preventing you from seeing anything, you can feel Steve's presence in the room, even though you know he isn’t there. The thought that your desire is linked with his, that maybe right now it belongs to him in a twisted, dangerous way heightens every buzz and touch, and your orgasm rolls over you with powerful certainty.

Bruce and Dr. Lyonne are deep in discussions of their plans when you leave, and Steve doesn’t want to interrupt. Truthfully, he’s glad he can be a help with these tests. As he rides up in the elevator to his apartment, the reassuring thought strikes him that few users are likely to resist the aphrodisiac pull of the drug. He hopes that means not many people are caught up in this strange cycle of desire and proximity.

Bucky’s in the living room watching a movie when Steve lets himself in. There are no messages for JARVIS to inform him about, and he grabs some water before walking over to see what film it is. Bucky’s face is wary, confused, even concerned, enough so that he doesn’t notice Steve until he sits down.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. This--” Buck hits pause on a scene that looks so similar to the torture he’d described under HYDRA that Steve grabs the remote and shuts the whole thing off. “You don’t have to do that. I’ve got a--” Bucky feels his pocket, the surface of the couch beside him, lifts up a book Steve’s been reading to get to sleep over on the table. “Lost it already, that figures. Dee wrote out the scenes I should skip. It’s The Matrix.”

Steve hasn’t heard of it, but he knows what his friend is like. “This one of the ones you’re supposed to skip?”

“Yeah,” Bucky grins. “She’ll probably yell at me.”

“Only if watching it messes you up,” Steve says, shoving the rim of his glass to his lips for a sip, so he doesn’t say anything stupid about you. The secret that he’d touched you again burns his mouth like bourbon.

Bucky gets up and stretches, backing away from the couch so the movements don’t hit Steve. “You get those tests done?”

“You could have warned me you were planning to send her over,” Steve says. His voice sounds more unhappy than he’d meant to show, so he frowns, which makes things worse.

“Would you have gone?”

Steve tries to think of an answer that isn’t a lie, and when he can’t, he looks down and shakes his head. “What if I tell you Bruce wasn’t ready?”

“Banner was like a kid in a candy store, I can tell you that without even being there,” Bucky says. “You figure anything out?”

The array of ‘yes’ answers to that aren’t safe to say aloud, Steve decides. “He thinks it’s changed us, taught our bodies to make some kind of chemical that messes us up until we’re close enough to swap our individual versions, I guess. He wants us to meet up once a day for two weeks to test it, starting Monday.”

Bucky sets a firm hand of reassurance on his shoulder from behind the couch, and Steve lets out a sigh he didn’t realize he was holding in.

“That’s good-- the part where he figures it out, I mean. The two of you haven’t been yourselves.”

“She doesn’t deserve this, Buck.”

“Good thing it’s you, then.”

Steve reaches up, squeezes his friend’s hand, and then gets up. “That’s not the message your fist sent me,” he teases. It’s a risky thing to say; the punch had been thrown after Steve’s low-ebb, frustrated, self-flagellating comment that Bucky was just mad it wasn’t him in the room with her.

“If you didn’t get the message, I’d be happy to send it again,” Bucky shrugs. “Your room’s ready, by the way. All new furniture put in this morning, while you were gone.”

It’s an out, and Steve takes it, grabbing the laundry basket of his clean clothes and heading into the hallway. As reported, his room is completely redone. He stands in the doorway and blinks at it for a few minutes, then asks JARVIS to dial up a number. He could do it on his phone, but this feels more appropriate.

“Hey, Cap,” Tony says on the second ring. “Guessing you saw the room.”

“This is too much, Tony,” Steve says, walking over to touch the clearly antique dresser. It looks exactly like the one in his parents’ bedroom, so much so that he wouldn’t put it past Stark to have done the research to find out the exact model, rather than making a lucky guess.

“Don’t chew through your sense of obligation, Steve, it’s not all vintage. There have been much-needed improvements to mattress design and bed construction in those middle decades.” There’s a pause, and then Tony says, “You wouldn’t have stayed in there at all if I’d have done it starting out, admit it.”

He’s got a point, but Steve can’t let it go. “This had to cost--”

“Well, yeah!” Tony sounds amused, not annoyed. “Would you rather I spend that money on weapons? Tell you what, you try it out with your girl, and I’ll--”

“Tony!” Steve had specifically wanted to avoid thinking about you and his bed in the same mental breath, and Tony Stark had just blown those good intentions all to hell within five minutes of walking into his remodeled bedroom. That thought had come before the objection that you’re not ‘his girl,’ actually, and Steve’s stunned speechless with that realization.

“I saw you called with the room speaker, figured I’d rile up Barnes if he was around,” Tony says, completely undeterred. “Anyway, you’re worth it, end of conversation.”

The phone call cuts out without even an apology from JARVIS.

Steve looks around the room again. Every piece of his new furniture is familiar, not to mention entirely different from the utilitarian set up that had come with the room. He sets the basket down, noting that the blanket you’d covered yourself with that day is neatly folded and laid across the foot of the bed. Oddly, that helps with his qualms; just like the room, he’s been remodeled after a crisis, and things have been added against his better judgment. Even with all the same furniture back, things would remind him of you. The solution isn’t to change everything. It’s to adapt.

Just thinking about you is sending his heartbeat racing, but Steve tries to tamp back the impure thoughts and gets on with the task of putting away his clothes. 

The bottom drawer sticks as he pushes it back in. He has to blink a few times to regulate his emotions-- and then, a thought occurs.

Steve’s knock on Bucky’s bedroom door is loud and insistent.

“All right, hold on!”

When the door opens, Bucky’s in a tank top and shorts, and some of his long hair is stuck to his face with sweat. The image hits Steve in a place he hasn’t considered in years, in decades, really, but that’s not why he’s here. He shoves that all away and cranes his neck to see into the room.

“I knew it!” Bucky crows. “You wanted to see if they gave me 40’s stuff too, didn’t you? They did.” He backs up to let Steve in.

It’s the suite’s ‘master’ bedroom, and Steve sees that there’s a pull-up bar installed in the doorway to the private bathroom. Just like in his room, the furniture is achingly familiar, right down to the four poster bed and the color light shining from the lamp. He walks over to peer under the shade.

“I guess they can color them, now, ‘cause the old bulbs are illegal,” Bucky supplies. “You gonna be okay?”

“Tony said I was worth it.”

“You are.”

“Well, so are you,” Steve says, his voice thick. “I’m so sorry she was caught up in--”

Bucky punches his shoulder, derailing his apology, but then tugs him into a brief hug. “As long as I can have the two of you back, do whatever you have to. Now, get out of here, I have fifty more of these things to do.”

Steve nods and heads for the door. As he goes, he sees that there’s a rubber grip on the pull-up bar so Bucky doesn’t have to worry about damaging the thing with his metal hand.

Everything about his life in the tower seems to be tuned to his happiness, made for his comfort, encouraging him to feel safe and needed. The only thing missing from the life he used to picture back before the serum is someone to share it with.

Unbidden, he’s struck with an image of you in that gorgeous skirt looking up at him with obvious happiness and desire in your eyes. He can still hear the lovely, expert tones of your voice singing a song he’d loved hearing on the radio. You’ve challenged him, stood up for him, pleased him-- but most of that hadn’t been your choice, not really. Is there a way through this mess that leads to all of you at peace and happy, Bucky included? Or is that completely unrealistic, a fantasy borne out of his need to make decent a situation that is anything but?

Something deep inside him rebels, at this.

You’re a good person, that much is clear. You could have-- heck, you could have filed charges. You could have refused to have anything to do with him. Instead, you’d looked on him with warmth at the performance, and then participated in Banner’s tests in good faith, right up until you realized that the data would be deceptive. You are worth the stress and temptation that it will take to salvage this.

Steve can’t wait to try.

THE END

Next in the series...

mini note: it occurs to me that I should say, that gap in time between the mutual orgasm from last chapter and the chat at the boardroom involves some time for Steve to clean up, hah 💚

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[viviannesmonster]

CHAPTER ONE OF "GHOST-BUSTING"

You had just quit your job because, well, your old boss sucked. And you saw an ad on your TV for something called Ghostbusters.

And they were hiring.

So you decided to give it a shot.

So you drove the place and now here you are. Resume in hand, standing in front of the ghostbusters building.

"Hey." Someone said behind you.

You turned and saw a tall black man walking towards you.

"You here for the job too?"

You nodded. "Yeah I am."

You both lookes up towards the sign with a ghost behind a stop sign

"Let's hope we both get accepted huh?" He said.

"Yeah." You smiled.

He turned to you and held his hand out. "I'm Winston Zeddemore. Who are you?"

You smiled and shook his hand. "(Y/n) (L/n)."

You both walked into the ghostbusters building at the same time to see it's actually a refurbished firehouse.

"Excuse me?" You said to the lady at the desk.

"Yes?" She said hanging up a phone.

"We're here about the job." Winston said.

"Names?"

"I'm (Y/n) (L/n)."

"Winston...Uh Zeddemore. Winston Zeddemore."

"Resumes?" She said holding out her hand.

You both hand her your resumes and she quickly shoved them in a desk, not even looking at them.

You and Winston looked at each other confused.

She then pulled out a piece of paper and started to read off it.

"Do you believe in UFO's, astral projection, mental telepathy, ESP, claravoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full transmediums, the Loch Ness Monster, and the theory of Atlantis?"

"Uhh...yes."

"If there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe in anything you say."

Suddenly, a car door closed and two men walked towards you.

"I need to sleep." One said. "I feel like I'm dying."

"You don't look good." The other one said.

"I don't?"

"No, you look better. You didn't use to look like this."

You looked at their name tags and one said Raymond S. and the other said Peter V.

They walked over to the desk lady and Peter handed her a piece of paper.

"Here's the paper you asked for."

She picked up a small stack of paper and handed it to Raymond. "Here's tonight's worksheet."

Raymond sighed and took it. "Great, two more free-repeaters." He said as he walked away.

"This is (Y/n) (L/n) and Winston Zeddemore." She said gesturing to you two. "They're here about the job."

Raymond turned around. "Beautiful, you're both hired. Ray Stantz." He said gesturing to himself.

Then he gestured to the other man. "Pete Venkman."

"Well hello there." Peter smirked walking over to you.

"Knock it off Peter!" Ray said, shooing him away. "Go order dinner."

"Someone put a stick up your ass." Peter said walking upstairs.

"Winston. (Y/n)." Ray said. "This nice lady here is Janine."

You awkwardly waved at her.

"Can one of you help me out here?" Ray asked holding up a smoking box.

Winston rushed over and offered to take it.

"Come with me, I need to introduce to you two to Egon. Welcome aboard!"

Ray moved to some stairs and opened the door. "Follow me!"

"That trap stinks." You said as you walked past him and down the stairs.

"Egon!" Ray called as he walked down the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"We have two new recruits!" Ray said happily as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

You soon saw a tall man with glasses and curly hair standing by a red box.

That must be Egon.

"I see." He said.

"I'm Winston Zeddemore, sir." He said offering his hand for Egon to shake after he handed the trap back to Ray.

"Egon Spangler." He said shaking Winston's hand.

"And I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." You said, also offering to shake his hand.

He shook your hand as well. "Good evening."

"Okay!" Ray said. "You see this red box here?"

You both moved over to him and stood beside him.

"This is where we store all our vapors and entities and slimers to trap 'em. The process is pretty simple."

As he cleaned the traps, he explained the process. "Open it up, insert the trap, release then close and lock the system. Set the entry grid, neutronize the grid, and...when the light is green, the trap is clean."

"Fascinating!" You said.

"All ghosts are incarcerated here in our custom made storage facility."

"How much storage is there?" You asked Egon.

"Not enough." He said as he walked over to all three of you. "Due to my recent calculations. It's getting quite crowded in there. My data suggests something rather big on the horizon."

"What does that mean?" Winston said.

Egon hummed then picked up a twinkie.

"Well let's say this twinkie, represents the normal about of psychokinetic energy in the new york area. According to this morning's sample, it would be a twinkie...35 feet long weighing approximately 600 pounds."

"Holy shit." You said as Ray choked on his cigarette smoke.

"That's a big twinkie." Winston said.

Egon gave him a little smile and ate it.

"We could be on the verge of a cross-rip! A PKE serge of incredible, even dangerous, proportions" Ray said.

"I hope the storage grid doesn't explode from over capacity." You said.

"If we overfill it, it's possible." Egon said.

Then Peter walked down the stairs and sighed. "We just had a visit from the environmental protection agency. How's the grid holding up?"

"Tell him about the twinkie." You said looking up at Egon.

"What about the twinkie?" Peter asked.

"Well, as I was explaining to Winston here. This morning I ran some tests on the grid and discovered that something big could happen. The grid is close to overfilling. And in order to explain it to Winston, I used the twinkie as an example, saying that this twinkie is the normal amount of psychokinetic energy, but what we have inside the storage grid is close to a twinkie 35 feet long weighing about 600 pounds."

"So what do we do about it?" Peter asked

"I'm not sure at the moment." Egon said. "But I will figure something out."

"That reminds me!" Ray said. "You two have places where you can stay, right?"

You both nodded. "I do." You said.

"Yup."

"Great! Come into work tomorrow at 9 and you can leave 12 hours later." Ray explained.

"Great!" You said.

"Yeah, that is great." Winston said. "But why did you need to know if we had a place to sleep?"

"Oh! Because we live just upstairs."

"That makes sense." He said.

"Well gentlemen." Peter said ruffling his hair. "I have a date on thursday."

"That's a first." Egon mumbled.

"Is it with Dana Barrett, perhaps?" Ray teased. "Our client?"

"She's more than a client." Peter huffed. "She's-"

"We don't want to hear it." Egon said.

"You're just jealous Egon." Peter said proudly as he marched up the stairs.

•

It was about two weeks later since you joined the ghostbusters team, and you were getting close with everyone already.

Well except Peter for obvious reasons.

It was around 8:30. Peter was out on a date with Dana, Ray and Winston were driving about, and Egon was the middle of showing you his collections of fungus.

"What's this one called?" You asked.

"This is Autumn Skullcap. I was visiting Australia a few years ago and stumbled across these fabulous yet extremely poisonous mushrooms."

"How poisonous?" You asked. looking up at him.

Before he can answer, Janine rushed upstairs. "Egon! The police have a drop off!"

"Thank you Janine. Come along (Y/n)." He said as he turned to leave.

Egon then grabbed his PKE meter off the table and walked downstairs.

You three walked outside and saw a police officer waiting by a large van.

"You two ghostbusters?" He asked.

"Yes." Egon said.

"We picked up this guy and we don't know what to do with him. We know you guys are into this stuff so we thought you would want him."

"Alright." You said.

The officer opened the back of the truck to reveal a disheveled looking man in a straight jacket. "Are you the gate keeper?" He asked.

Egon scanned him with the PKE meter and it made a high pitched noise.

That usually wasn't good.

"You better bring him inside." Egon said.

The officer nodded and grabbed the man and dragged him out of the van.

"You know you're very kind to take care of that man, you're a real humanitarian." Janine said, trying to flirt with him.

"I don't think he's human." He said, turning her advances down.

After going bavk inside, Egon put a helmet on his head, and instead of it showing a human head on a screen, it showed a demon dog or something.

You and Egon looked at each other before turning back to the man.

"What did you say your name was?" Egon asked as you reached for the man's wallet.

"Vince Clortho, key master of Gozer!"

"According to this his name is Louis Tully and he lives in Central Park West." You said handing the wallet to Egon.

"Do you want some uhh coffee Mr. Tully?" Janine asked.

"Do I?" He asked Egon.

"Yes, have some."

"Yes, have some!" He repeated.

Janine felt uncomfortable and walked away.

"Vince." Egon said sitting beside you. "You said something about a sign earlier, what sign are you waiting for?"

"Gozer the traveler. He will come in one of the chosen forms, during the rectification of the vuldroneye the traveler came as a large and moving Toor! Then during the third reconciliation the last of the mecandrics they chose a new form for him, that of a giant sloor! Many shubs and souls knew what it was like to be roasted in the depths of a sloor that day I can tell you!"

You stood up and walked away from Vince. "Egon?"

"Excuse us." He said.

You faced away from Vince as you talked to Egon. "I think he's possessed by something."

"You're right, he is." Egon said. "Do you remember what I told you about Dana Barrett's case?"

"Now that you mention it, the name Gozer sounds familiar."

"Gozer was heavily worshipped around 6,000 B.C. in Sumeria and-"

Before Egon could continue the phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He said as you two sat down on the couch together.

"What is it Peter?"

...

"How is she?"

...

"Some. I just met the key master, he's here with (Y/n) and I now."

...

Peter must have said something Egon found funny because he turned to you and smiled.

"I think that would be extraordinarily dangerous."

...

"Good." He said as he hung up.

"Go home and get some rest (Y/n). I'm going to run some tests on Vince. Tomorrow morning, I want to you help me with some experiments and then we'll look for Ray and tell him what we discovered."

"Very well. Goodnight Egon." You said standing up.

"Goodnight (Y/n)."

•

The next morning, as promised. You rushed in and looked for Egon to help him with his experiments on Vince.

"I'm here Egon!" You said, rushing down the basement stairs.

"Oh good! There should be a small magnifying glass in the box to your left, can you grab it for me?"

"Oh, sure." You said and began digging through the box.

"Egon!" Janine called as a group of men walked down the stairs. "I tried to stop them! They said they have a warrent!"

Confused, you backed up behind Egon. "Excuse me but this is private property!" He said, standing in front of you and Vince. "Go home, Janine!"

She nodded and rushed back up the stairs.

"Shut this off, shut these all off."

"I'm warning you. Turning off these machines would be extremely hazardous!"

"I'll tell you what's hazardous, facing federal prosecution for at least half a dozen environmental violations. Now either you shut off these machines or we shut them off for you."

"Get behind me." Egon said as he started shielding you, Vince, and all the machines that he could.

"Try to understand this is a high voltage containment system simply turning it off would be like dropping a bomb on the city."

"Don't patronize me-!"

"Don't come in here with a warrernt assuming we did something wrong!" You snapped.

"Shut up!"

"At ease officer." Peter said as he walked down the stairs. "I'm Peter Venkman, I think there's just been a misunderstanding and I'm willing to cooperate in anyway that I can."

"Forget it Venkman!" The ginger guy said. "You had your chance to cooperate but you thought it would be more fun to insult me."

"Damn it Peter!" You sighed.

"Well now it is my turn wise ass."

"He wants to shut down the protection grid Peter."

"You shut that thing down and we will not be held responsible for whatever happens."

"Oh yes you will."

"No. We won't."

"Shut it off!"

"Don't shut it off! I'm warning you." Peter said.

You and Egon looked at each other before looking back at the ginger man.

"I've never seen anything like this before-" The guy in a hard hat said.

"I'm not interested in your opinion, just shut it off."

The guy in a hard hat turned to see Peter behind him.

"My friend, don't be a jerk."

"Step aside!" The officer said.

"If he does that again, you can shoot him."

"You do your job pencil neck, don't tell me how to do mine!"

"Thank you officer."

"SHUT IT OFF!"

The whole room grew quiet.

Egon took your hand and gestured to the stairs.

You nodded and you all began making your way to the stairs just in case if the man in the hard hat turned everything off.

Peter made an explosion sign with his hands to the officer and the man in hard hat pulled a lever down.

An alarm started blaring and you held onto Egon, afraid.

He looked down at you and grabbed you by your shoulders and started running up the stairs with you. "We have to leave! Now!" He yelled.

You all started running out of the building as it started to explode.

You all ran outside and a giant hole blast through the roof.

Many ghosts flew out of it.

"Oh my god." You said covering your mouth.

"It's okay, we got out." Egon said.

Ray and Winston pulled up I the Ghostbusters car and ran towards you, Egon, and Peter.

"What happened?" Ray asked. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah we're fine." You said.

"Someone from EPA shur off the protection grid."

"Oh great..." Ray said, running a hand through his hair.

"That's bad isn't it?" Winston said.

"Yeah..."

"Wait. Egon-!" You said.

"Where the key master!" Peter said before you could.

"Oh shit!" Egon said as you began looking around.

"Who's the key master?"

"Come on!" You said. "We'll explain along the way."

You five all began running away from the building to look for Vince when the ginger man from the EPA stopped you.

"Hold it! I want this man arrested!" He yelled, pointing at Peter. "Half of these people are under criminal violations of the environmental protection act! And the explosion is the direct result of it!"

"Your mother!" Egon yelled.

"Egon!" You yelled as you and Peter tried holding him back.

And due to Egon's little outburst, it led you all getting arrested.

While in jail, you and Egon were explaining to Ray what you found out about Vince, and then he showed you the blue prints on central park west.

"So what?" Peter said. "I guess they don't make them like they used to huh?"

"No!" Ray said, hitting him on the head. "Nobody ever made them like this!"

"The architect must've been a genius or a complete psychopath." You said. "Maybe even both."

"Exactly (Y/n)!" Ray said.

"Ray." Peter said. "For a moment, pretend that I don't know anything about engineering or metal energy or physics and just tell me what the hell is going on."

Ray smiled. "...You never studied."

"The whole building is a huge super connective antenna that was built and designed expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence." Ray explained.

"Your girlfriend," Ray said, pointing to one specific section on the blue prints. "lives in the corner penthouse of spook central."

"She's not my girlfriend." Peter says. "I find her interesting because she's a client and because she sleeps above her covers, foor feet above her covers. She barks, she drools, she crawls-"

"It's not the girl Peter, it's the building." Egon said. "There is something big happening, and this building is obviously the door. The architect's name was Ivo Shandor, I found it in Toban's Spirit guide. He was also a doctor. Preformaned a lot of unnecessary surgery. Then in 1920 he started a secret society."

"Let me guess." Peter said. "Gozer worshipers?"

"Right."

"So those "unnecessary surgeries" were probably sacrifices to Gozer." You said.

Egon nodded. "After the first World War Shador decided that society was too sick to survive. And he wasn't alone, he had close to 1000 followers when he died. The conducted rituals up on the roof, which is where the sacrifices took place. These rituals were extremely bizarre and were intended to bring upon the end of the world and now it looks like it may actually happen!" He said standing up.

"So be good! For goodness sake! Woahhh!" Peter started singing

You stood up as well. "We have to get out of here."

"Yeah. We've got to find a judge or something!" Ray said.

"Woah wait a minute! Wait a minute! Hold it!" Winston said.

"Are we actually going to go in front of a federal judge and say some Babylonian God is gonna come out of central park west and start tearing up the city?!"

"Sumerian not Babylonian." Egon corrected him.

"Yeah big difference." Peter said.

"No offense." Winston said. "But I've got to get my own lawyer."

"Okay Ghostbusters!" An officer said. "The Mayor wants to see you guys."

"Perfect!" You said, helping Egon pack up his stuff.

"Who says the Mayor is gonna believe us?" Winston said as you all walked out of the cell.

"Who says he won't?" You said.

•

While walking to the Mayor's office, many people were crowded around you five so you had to have the police give you guys protection.

"The Ghostbusters are here, Mr. Mayor." One man said as he led you all into a room.

"Okay, the ghostbusters. Great." The Mayor said. "And where's this Peck?"

"Who?" You said, looking at Egon to he responded with a shrug.

"I am Walter Peck, sir." The ginger guy from the EPA said, pushing past Peter. "I am here to make a full report."

"These people are snowball artists. They use games to ensure hallucinations. People think they're seeing ghosts, so they call these bozos, who conveniently show up and deal with the problem with a fake electronic light show." Peck said.

You sighed rolling your eyes. "Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was shut off by dickless here." Ray said.

"They caused an explosion!" Peck said getting angry.

The Mayor looked at Peter. "Is this true?"

Peter sighed. "Yes it's true. This man has no dick."

Peck rushed at Peter to hit him and Egon got in front of you while they fought.

"Well that's what I heard!" Peter said as people in the room broke them up.

"This is City Hall!" The mayor said. "Now what am I gonna do John, what is this?!"

"All I know is that was no "light show". I've seen every force of combustion known to man, but this beats the hell out of me." An old military man said sitting down.

"The walls on Avenue 13 were bleeding, how do you explain that?" Another man asked Peck.

"Good afternoon, lady and gentlemen." A priest said as he walked into the room.

"Your eminence." The Mayor said standing up to greet the priest.

"How are you Lenny?" He asked after the mayor kissed his hand.

"You're looking good Mike, we're in a real fix here. What do you think I should do?"

"Lenny." The priest said, touching his shoulder. "The church will not take any part in the religious implications of these...phenomenons. Personally Lenny, I think it's a sign from God. But don't quote me on that."

"Well, I'm not gonna call a press conference and tell people to start praying." The mayor said.

"Excuse me." Winston said walking up to the mayor. "I'm...uh Winston Zeddemore your honor. I've only been with the company for a couple weeks, but these things are real. Since I joined, I have seen shit that'll make you turn white!"

"I can back him up." You said, also walking over to the desk. "I joined the same time he did. I've been slimed by these ghosts before. They. Are. Real."

"You can believe Mr. Pecker-" Peter started.

"My name is Peck." He interrupted.

"Or you can accept the fact that this city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions."

"What do you mean "biblical"?"

"What he means is old testaments, real "Wrath of God" type stuff." Ray said. "Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies!"

"Rivers and Seas boiling! The dead rising from the grave!" You said.

"Fourty years of darkness! Earthquakes! Volcanos!" Egon said.

"Human Sacrifices!" Winston said.

"Dogs and Cats living together! Mass hysteria!" Peter said.

"Enough!" The mayor yelled. "I get the point!"

"But what if you're wrong?" He said after staring at Peter for a while.

"If we're wrong, nkthing happens! We'll go to jail! Peacefully, quietly, we'll enjoy it!" Peter said. "But if we're right, and we can stop this thing...Lenny...you will have saved the lives of millions of registered voters."

The mayor began to smile.

You and Egon smiled at each other, thinking you had won the mayor over.

"I don't believe you are seriously considering listening to these men."

The mayor looked at Peter, then back at Peck.

"Get him out of here." He said, pointing at Peck.

"Bye!" Peter said as some guards carried him out of the room. "I'm gonna get him a nice fruit basket, I'm gonna miss him."

You began to quietly laugh, until the mayor spoke up again.

"We have work to do." He said. "Now what do you need from me?"

Peter turned around and smiled at everyone.

"We need some army men."

"What??" The mayor asked.

"Yeah, the building we're going to go in is extremely dangerous and we need the army to keep people from entering or causing any sort of obstacles for us."

The mayor chewed his lip. "Fine. Wait outside."

Peter gave you all an excited smile and pumped his fist in the air as he walked out of the office.

You shook your head giggling as the rest of you followed him out.

•

After arriving at Central Park West and getting your equipment on, you all stared up at the building which was covered in shadows and lighting.

"I've been ghost hunting with you guys before, but this is a new type of scary." You said.

"It's gonna be alright pumpkin." Peter said.

"Peter." Egon warned.

Before he could retaliate, the ground started to shake and you all slipped into a hole in ground.

"Everyone alright?" You asked after you all landed.

"I'm good!" Ray said. "You?"

"I'm fine. Egon?"

"I'm alright. Peter?"

"I think I hit my head." He said.

"Are you alright Winston?" Ray asked.

"I'm good!"

Peter started climbing out of the hole after shaking his head.

Once the crowd fully saw him they all started cheering again.

He helped Ray out, then Egon climbed out

While Peter and Ray were helping Winston out, Egon helped you out.

"Thanks." You said.

"Not a problem." He said.

"We like rough!" Peter said. "We can take it!"

"Yeah!"

•

After walking into the building and climbing for about half an hour, you all were exhausted.

"Where are we?" Peter asked.

"Looks like we're in the...teens...somewhere." Ray said.

"Let me know when we get to twenty, I'm gonna throw up." Peter said.

You groaned and kept climbing up the stairs.

A few floors later, you all made it to the floor where Dana's apartment was at.

"22!" Ray called. "Is this it?"

"Yup." Peter said.

You all sighed and you leaned up against the wall to catch your breath.

"Where is it?" Ray asked.

"It's at the end of the hall." Peter said.

Ray nodded and you all started walking to her apartment.

Once you got there, the door was locked so Peter kicked it down.

You all walked inside to see the room had been completely destroyed.

"Hey! Where do these stairs go?" Ray asked.

"They go up." Peter said.

You rolled your eyes and followed Peter.

That was until some thunder crashed and Peter insisted everyone else went before he did.

You all walked up the stairs which somehow led to the roof.

You all walked up onto the roof to hear lightning flash and stone being moved.

You all climbed up the roof to see a woman, presumably Dana Barrett and Louis Tully being shocked by purple lightning.

"Dana!" Peter yelled.

After he yelled her name, both people turned into giant dog creatures and growled at you five.

"Okay. So, she's a dog." Peter said.

They both ran towards some light and you all followed them.

The lightning had allowed two stone doors to be moved to reveal a heaven light building.

Suddenly, an angel like creature appeared and started petting the dogs.

"It's a girl." Ray said.

"That's Gozer." You said.

"I thought Gozer was a man." Winston said.

"It's whatever it wants to be." Egon said.

"Well whatever it is, it's gotta get by us." Peter said.

"Right." Ray agreed.

"Go get her, Ray!" Peter yelled.

They shared a look and Egon rolled his eyes before Ray stepped up the stairs.

"Gozer the Gozerian!" He yelled, making it's head turn towards Hi.

"Good evening. As the designated representative of the city, countey, and state of New York. I order younto cease any and all supernatural activity and return to your place of origin or to the nearest possible dimension immediately!"

"That 'outta do it, thanks very much Ray."

"Are you a god?" It asked.

Ray looked back at everyone and you all shook your heads 'yes'.

"...n-no?"

"Then...die!" It said zapping you all with purple lightning which sent you all almost off the roof.

After being shocked for about a minute in a half, it finally quit.

"Ray." Winston said. "When someone asks you of you're a God, you say YES!"

Egon helped you up as Winston helped Peter up. "Alright! This chick is toast!" Peter said.

You all moved in a line and began walking towards Gozer.

"Pull out your stick." Peter said.

"Ho!" You all said as you pulled out your proton gun.

"Heat 'em up!" Peter yelled as you all flicked the guns on.

"Ready!" You all yelled.

"Let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown." Peter said as Gozer started to growl.

You all started shooting at Gozer but it jumped over you and landed on a platform behind you all.

"Nimble little minx, isn't she?" Peter asked.

"We have to go full stream!" Egon said.

"Aim for the flat as you all shot at her again.

This time, instead of jumping. She disappeared.

"That wasn't so hard." Peter said.

"We neutronized it!" Ray said. "You know what that means? A complete particak reversal!"

"We vaporized it!" You said happily.

"We have the tools! We have the talent!" Winston said.

"It's Miller time!" Peter said.

You turned to Egon and noticed he hasn't said anything.

"Egon?" You asked.

"This looks extraordinarily bad." He said looking at his PKE reader.

Suddenly the building starts to shake and crumble apart.

"Look out!" Egon yelled.

You all huddled together against the flat top to try to protect yourselves from any damage.

"Thou creatures! Gozer the Gozerian! Gozer the destructor! The traveler has come! Choose and perish!" Gozer said.

"What do you mean choose?!" Ray said. "We don't understand!"

"Choose! Choose the form of the destructor!"

"Ohhh I get it! I get it!" Peter said. "Very cute!"

"Whatever we think of! If we think of J. Ed Gahoover. J. Ed Gahoover will appear and destroy us. So clear your heads, empty your heads out-"

"The choice is made!" Gozer said.

"Woahh! Wait a minute!" Peter said.

"The traveler has come!"

"Nobody choosed anything!" Peter said.

"Did you choose anything?" He asked Egon.

"No!"

"Did you?" He asked Winston.

"My mind is totally blank."

"You?" He asked you.

"No!"

"I didn't choose anything!" He said.

Realizing what had happened, you all turned to Ray.

"I couldn't help it." He said. "It just popped in there."

"What?" Peter snapped. "What just "popped in there"?"

"I-I tried to think-"

"Look!" Egon yelled.

"What is it?" You yelled as you all ran to the edge of the roof.

"No! It can't be! It can't be!"

"What did you do Ray?!" Peter asked

"Aw shit!" Winston said.

Off in the distance, you could all see a giant state puft marshmallow man walking around.

"It's the state puft marshmallow man." Ray sighed.

"Oh no." You said.

"Well there's something you don't see everyday." Peter said.

"I tried to think of the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood, something that could never ever possibly destroy us. Mr. State Puft."

"Nice thinking Ray." Peter sassed.

"We used to roast State Puft marshmallows by the fire at Camp Wakanda."

"Ray has gone bye bye, Egon. What have you got left?"

"Sorry Peter. I'm terrified beyond the rational capacity for thought." Egon said, frozen in place.

Suddenly, the State Puft Marshmallow Man looked up at all five of you and roared.

"Oh shit." You said.

"Mother puss bucket." Peter said.

Then as he got closer, he stepped on a church which made Peter really angry. "Nobody steps on a church in my town!"

"One...two...three..blast him!" Ray said.

You all started shooting at him, which barely pushed him back as set him on fire.

He started climbing up the building as you five all ran away for cover.

"Funny us going out like this." Ray said. "Killed by a hundred foot marshmallow man."

"We've been going about this all wrong." Peter said. "Mr. State Puft is okay, he's a sailor, he's in New York. We get this guy laid and we won't have any trouble. Say (Y/n) why don't you volunteer to-"

"No." You said.

"Wait." Egon said. "I have a radical idea."

"What is it Egon?" You said.

"The door swings both ways, we could reverse the particular flow from the gate."

"How?" Peter asked.

"...We cross the streams."

"'Cuse me Egon, you said crossing the streams was bad."

"Cross the streams..." Ray said.

"You're going to endanger us. You're going to endanger our cilent, the nice lady who payed us in advance before she became a dog." Peter said.

"Not necessarily." Egon said. "There is definitely a very slim chance we'll survive."

You all looked at each other, and you smiled at Egon.

"I think we should give it a shot." You said.

Peter slapped you on the back. "I love this plan! I'm excited to be a part of it!"

"Let's do it." He said after slapping Ray in the face.

You all grabbed your proton guns and ran back towards the doors.

"See you on the other side Ray." Peter said as he started shooting at the door.

"Nice working with you Doctor Venkman." Ray said.

"Glad I got to know you Egon." You said as you started shooting as well.

"You too (Y/n)." He said as he started shooting as well.

You all moved together and your streams connected into one.

It was working!

Once the doors shut, you were all flung back by an explosion.

•

You groaned as you sat up and held your head, covered in marshmallows.

"We're alive?" You said.

"You okay?" Ray asked, also covered in marshmallows.

"I feel so gross." You said as Ray helped you up.

"Egon?" You called out.

"I'm right here." He said walking up to you.

You started to laugh as you hugged him. "We're alive! We did it! Oh Egon you're a genius!"

He chuckled a little bit as he hugged you back.

"Hey get a room you two!" Peter said.

Yoy and Egon pulled away from each other as you followed the rest of the group to check out the aftermath.

The dogs were charred to a crisp, the roof was destroyed and the state puft marshmallow man was gone.

"Ugh." Ray gagged. "It smells like barbecued dog hair."

"Ray..." You said as Peter turned around.

"Oh...Oh Venkman...I'm sorry...I just- I just forgot..."

Peter looked at you all sadly and walked away.

Until a hand poked out of one of the dogs.

Peter rushed over and helped her out while everyone one went to check on the other dog.

"Are you okay?" Ray asked him.

"Oh man." You said to Egon. "I'm ready for some chinese."

"So am I." He said as you both walked away and left the building.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters egon #egon x reader

[wearevillaneve]

There have been a few moments over the past few weeks where I have asked myself, "Are we being too hard on Laura Neal?" After all, she is only one small cog in a much bigger machine. Just another worker bee in the beehive that is a major television project. Most of us who have jobs are not directly responsible for the awful things our businesses will sometimes get up to. Right? “We spoke about that moment of Eve bursting out from the water and screaming really early on in discussions about the ending, and really early on with Sandra. It felt really important to us, that moment, because it signals Eve’s rebirth, and we really wanted a sense of her washing off everything that had happened in the past four seasons and being able to begin again, but take everything that she has learnt and everything that Villanelle has given her into a new life. We really wanted to get that scream right, we wanted it to be a scream of re-entry into the world, rather than a scream of like, just of loss, or anger, or fear, or any of the other things that are in that scream. I think that’s what comes across, and I hope what people take from that is a kind of like, almost like a raw scream of survival rather than of anything else.” Oh. I forgot about Eve's "re-entry" scream. Funny how I put that out of my head. That was bad. This was worse. Because for me, it felt really important that that scream be a scream of survival. It’s like, there’s a triumph in that scream. It’s like, “I survived. I’ve got new life. I’m going to go on, and I’m going to live, and I’m going to live well,” rather than a scream of loss or grief or anger. And I think it’s all of those things as well. But I hope the defining feeling that people have when they’re watching her scream like that is that it’s a kind of release of everything that’s come before and a welcoming in of the next stage of her life.

What? No. That's not right. None of that makes any sense. Eve is a woman destroyed by what she has just gone through. There's no sense of survival or new life. Eve has just lost everything. Where's the triumph in that?

“If you look at their trajectory and you look at where Eve and Villanelle began at the start of Season 1, and you look at where they are at the start of Season 4, and you track them through season 4, it felt right to us that Eve survives and Villanelle dies, but dies in a way that feels, I think, triumphant for her, because she achieves something that she wanted to achieve at the very beginning of Season 4 in the moment of her death, which is to do something good.” Okay, maybe I have been a bit harsh on Laura Neal, but it’s not as though she hasn't invited the scorn and contempt being heaped about her. Neal is giving a masterclass in how to be totally blind to the weaknesses of her own writing, ignorant to how much genuine angst, dismay, and actual depression she has caused for viewers, and completely tone-deaf to how poorly this burnt offering of a finale was received.

“For me, that wedding where Eve is dancing and Villanelle is killing is the moment where you're like, "No, but these people are intrinsically different." Eve isn't a Villanelle. Villanelle isn't an Eve. They are not destined to become the same person. They are destined for different things. It just felt like a really clear way of saying [that] Eve is about seeking life at this moment, and Villanelle is about seeking destruction.”

Well, it's not like Villanelle is "normal people" and could ever go on to have "a good life". Let's just agree with Neal that all Villanelle is a blood-soaked beautiful monster who knows nothing but killing and killing and then killing some more and aspires to nothing else than that.

I mean nobody has ever written Villanelle that way before, but this is revisionist history, so roll with it I guess. I would like to let up on Neal, but I re-read those interviews and just get pissed off all over again and then the foot has to go back down on the neck. Neal is a delusional idiot. It really is no more complex than that.

#killing eve #laura neal #eve polastri #villanelle #villaneve #ke s4 #the ke finale sucked

[javier-pena]

hubris

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Dieter Bravo is one of the nicer actors you know. That is until you drunkenly spill a secret that boosts his ego. Suddenly, you're trapped by his cocky smile and his daring behavior, and you'd hate him for it ... if he didn't turn you on so much.

Warnings: hate sex | slight dub con | descriptions of shooting a sex scene (including dirty talk, hair pulling, spanking, choking) | masturbation (mentioned) | threesome (m/m/f) (mentioned) | mention of alcohol | mention of smoking | thigh riding | p in v sex | wall sex | rough sex | biting | size kink (as a treat) | Dieter is a dick but he’s my dick

Notes: I know I said I could never write a fic about him because of his name but this happened and well ... I was so obsessed with this idea I wrote all of it in one afternoon and couldn't stop until it was done. Hate sex is actually one of my favorite tropes but I was never brave enough to write it, guess I was just waiting for a character we know nothing about to project every character trait I could think of onto to make it work. As ever, HUGE thanks to Dani @javierpcna​​ who encouraged this idea and who patiently waited for me to get over myself to write this. All the best lines in this are actually hers. I know it's probably less romantic than you wanted it to be, Dani, but Dieter is ... well ... Dieter.

***

His low grunts fill the small, closed set. You feel the sweat at the back of your neck, feel your shirt chafe your oversensitive skin, feel how your fingers dig into the clipboard in your hands harder than necessary. Not even the softest of breezes disturbs the room; everything that could interfere with the artistic process is shut out. And so is everything that could bring you release.

Your eyes move between his naked back a few feet away and the close-up of his side profile you see on the tiny monitor before you, his eyes closed with pleasure, his brow furrowed, his lips parted in expectation of coming release. The muscles on his back flinch and jump with each thrust, shift every time he moves his arms to pull her closer or push her away. His female co-star, currently on all fours, her hands tangled up in the satin bedsheets, her naked breasts moving every time he pretends to thrust into her, her …

“Cut!”

The director’s voice makes you jump, like the crack of a whip. Dieter stops, turns back to look at the both of you. His face is neutral now, like he wasn’t just caught up in the throes of passion, ready to listen to whatever criticism is about to be thrown his way.

“Angela, honey,” your colleague says with a deep sigh. “We need to hear you, baby, okay? This is the pivotal moment in the movie, do you understand that? You’ve been after Hector for years, you killed one of your husbands for him and left the other one, and you finally have him where you always wanted him. Let him hear how long you’ve waited for him. Let him hear how desperate he makes you feel, how debased.”

A flush creeps across Angela’s pretty face. “I …”

Dieter leans down and whispers something in her ear, something no one else on set can hear. You see her eyes widen in shock and then narrow in understanding, as she listens to what he’s saying. Then she nods.

“Ready?” the director asks, and they both nod. A sharp clap. You jump again. “Action!”

The small break should have given you a chance to compose yourself, but you missed it entirely, too caught up in the moment. You tell yourself you’re so distracted because it’s crucial to get this scene right, and not because you couldn’t stop staring at Dieter’s biceps that flexed as he leaned down to whisper in Angela’s ear. And you should’ve used that time, you know you should have, because what happens next makes you clench in all the wrong places.

“You like that?” comes Dieter’s voice, deep with lust, out of your snug headphones and right into your ears. “Is that what you wanted?”

Angela, trying to keep the pace, nods, and loses composure for a split second. But before the deafening yell of “Cut!” disrupts the scene again, Dieter’s hand leaves her hip and tangles in her long, blonde hair, rolling the strands around it a few times until he has a good grip on her. Her head falls forward in defeat and he pulls, so it snaps back into place. So the camera can catch the lust on her face, the same one you feel seething just under your skin, the one you’re certain is not acted at all.

“Do you let every man touch you like this?” Dieter asks, and you grab your clipboard so hard you hear it creak. No one seems to notice; they’re all too caught up in the performance unfurling before them.

“No,” Angela answers, a sound like a moan, and it makes your face heat up. Why is it so hot and stuffy in here?

“I bet you do,” comes Dieter’s voice again, as he pushes her head forward into the pillow. She goes willingly with a grunt, her back arching, her hips meeting his thrusts, almost like they’re both trying to chase some friction through the nude-colored underwear they’re wearing.

You swallow. Hard. You want to avert your gaze, you want to leave the room, but you can’t, no matter how tight your throat gets, no matter how sticky your clothes feel on your body. It wouldn’t be professional. But you can lower your gaze to the monitor in front of you, so no one notices how agitated you are, how hard and short your breath is coming, almost like small pants. But there, on the monitor, you see a close-up of Dieter’s free hand, reaching for Angela’s breast, and squeezing it. You let out a tiny whimper, one you pray no one hears, but you can’t help yourself. He’s making this impossible.

You hate him.

Dieter is one of the nicer movie stars you’ve worked with in the course of your career, nicer than most, anyway. He doesn’t have exuberant requests, he treats staff kindly, and rarely ever loses his temper. He is conceited, of course, aware that he’s good-looking, aware that both men and women have their eyes on him when he walks into a room. But this movie you’re working on, this story of jealousy, of murder and seduction and sex, seems to have been written for him, and it brings out this side of him that riles you up, that makes you forget you’re a professional, you’re the assistant director, and he’s an actor, trying to give his best performance so the movie will be a success. In your mind, he’s doing all of this on purpose to get to you, just because you admitted to him you once touched yourself to one of his earlier performances, a European movie that included a very graphic scene of him having a threesome with a man and a woman. You had had been drunk at the time, and both of you had already shared some secrets that evening, but you had regretted the admission immediately when you had seen the smug look on his face.

You hatehim.

“I don’t,” Angela moans, bringing you back to the present, and the scene before you. “You’re the only man that matters to me, Hector.”

“Liar.” His hand lands on her ass with a loud crack and she follows it up with an even louder moan that doesn’t sound acted at all. “You filthy, little liar.”

“I don’t –” Angela starts, but he flips her, suddenly, and she lands on her back, facing him.

He positions himself on top of her and pretends to thrust into her, hard, a motion she accompanies with one of her own, now perfectly in synch with him. And then his hand closes around her throat. Your eyes widen in shock, a perfect mirror image of hers.

“I know you use me,” he spits at her. “But this ends. Today.”

She tries to shake her head, but his grip on her is too strong. You see the muscles on his lower arm flex in the close-up on the monitor.

Why isn’t anyone putting a stop to this? This isn’t in the script; this can’t be in the script! The studio will never allow it. You want to look at the director, you want to scream “Cut!” yourself, but you’re too caught up in the moment, too busy imagining yourself in Angela’s pl–

NO!

Fuck no!

Dieter leans down and whispers into her ear, something that’s just meant to be heard by Selena, her character, but is heard by everyone on set thanks to microphones strategically placed everywhere. “Do the one thing you’re good at and make me come.”

His low voice, the intimate setting, her submissive whimpers – it’s too much. You pretend you’re not burning up, you pretend this isn’t sending jolts of pleasure to your cunt, making it clench in time with his thrusts. You’re here to work, you’re here to –

A shudder runs through him, and he stills, pretending to come, pretending to spill inside of her. And you turn around, mumble something about fresh air, and flee the scene, like the unprofessional coward that you are.

_______

Connie, Dieter’s assistant, is a sweet girl, but not the most reliable one. And that’s why you find yourself outside his trailer, much later in the day, next day’s script pages in a folder under your arm, knocking your fist against the flimsy door. When you were asked to take the pages to him, you were hesitant at first because you hadn’t quite been able to shake off the feelings the scene had evoked in you. They are still fresh, the images still playing on repeat in your mind. But it also gives you an opportunity to talk to him about today’s performance, to tell him he went too far, to impress on him how you won’t be able to use most of the footage. It’s your job to keep him, and everyone else on set, in line. After all, you have the movie’s best interest at heart.

“Yeah,” his muffled voice comes from inside and you take a deep breath before you push open the door.

“Here’s tomorrow’s pages,” you say once you’re inside the surprisingly spacious trailer, holding out the folder to him.

He’s sitting on a couch, a tumbler of whiskey on the rocks in front of him, a half-smoked cigarette resting in an ashtray next to it. He’s scrolling through his phone, a pair of reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose. You don’t dwell on the feelings of endearment this picture evokes in you.

“Just put them there.” He vaguely gestures at the table in front of him without looking up at you.

You do as you’re told, then stand up straight, hands folded behind your back. “There is also something else I’d like to discuss with you.”

He looks up at hearing that, seemingly realizing you’re not Connie. “Yes?” he asks, taking off his glasses and putting them on top of the closed folder.

Having his attention on you like that makes you lose heart for a brief second before you remember you’re the one in charge – you have to make sure this movie is good.

“It’s about today’s scene,” you let him know, your voice all business.

“Yeah?” A smirk creeps onto his face. “Did you like it?”

There it is again, that familiar tug of annoyance you also felt this morning when he acted out of line. “No, actually,” you answer.

His smirk only widens. “Why not?”

“You know very well why not.” You cannot keep the exasperation out of your voice. “None of it is in the script. We will probably have to reshoot it because we cannot use it.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” you insist. “We won’t get any of it approved by the studio.”

He suddenly stands and walks around the small coffee table in front of the couch until he’s face to face with you. His smirk seems to be frozen in place, the sparkle in his eyes doesn’t bode well. “Is that so?”

You roll your eyes, slowly backing away as he comes closer. “You know it is. This isn’t your first movie.”

He follows your every step, and you know you should stand your ground, you know you shouldn’t move away from him, give him the satisfaction, but you cannot help yourself. The smirk still on his face is the same he wore that night after your drunken confession and it makes you harden, makes you want to shut him out, to humiliate him.

Then your back connects with the flimsy trailer wall and you realize, too late, that you’re trapped, that you cannot escape him.

“Why did you leave today?” he asks, curious, his head slightly tilted to the side.

For a moment you consider acting like you don’t know what he’s referring to, but then you say, “You were taking forever, and I had other things to do.”

He doesn’t believe you, you know he doesn’t when he snorts. “Were you jealous?”

A simple question, just three words, one that crosses the line between professional and personal. You need to stop this.

You return his snort. “Of what? You were acting.”

But god, did it make you wish you were in her place. You can’t get that scene out of your mind, already working on a plan to come up with an excuse to watch the dailies. But he doesn’t need to know that.

A low chuckle, one that makes goosebumps erupt on your arms. “Believe me, not all of that was acted.”

It confirms your suspicion, and that confirmation does make you feel jealous after all. You pull a hard mask over your features and make to leave, but he lifts one hand and firmly places it next to your head, blocking your way to the trailer door.

And then he whispers, in the same low voice you heard him use on set today, “Would you like to know what it feels like to touch me?”

Yes, it is the exact same voice, but you’re not hearing it through some headphones now, you’re hearing it unfiltered, with nothing between the two of you, and it sends a shiver down your spine. If you stay a second longer, you’re not sure you’ll be able to answer this question with a lie.

“Excuse me,” you say with all the professionalism you can muster (which isn’t a lot) and try to push past him on the other side.

His other arm comes up, mirroring the first one, and you’re trapped between the wall, two strong limbs, and his broad chest. For the briefest moment, you allow yourself to glance at his arms, at the shirt that ends just in the middle of the biceps, the material hugging the muscles beneath, the same ones you were admiring earlier without shame, without embarrassment, and suddenly you forget you were meaning to make your escape.

“If I’d touch you right now,” he continues in the same low voice, the same unfiltered flirtation, “I bet I’d find you soaked.”

You don’t know if it’s him talking so unabashedly to you, you don’t know if you’ve finally found some courage, but you reply, “Don’t flatter yourself,” your face turned away from him like it’s beneath you to make eye contact, to acknowledge you’re in the same room together.

He lowers his arm at that, and you think he’s about to let you go, realizing he’s not getting anywhere with you, but then his hand is on your bare leg, making its way below the hem of your skirt. His skin is warm, his strokes steady, his broad fingers leaving a trail of burning desire where they touch you. God, you know you should push him away, but you can’t. You know it’s not professional, but you can’t tell him to stop. You know this isn’t who you are, but you can’t bring yourself to …

You move as his hand reaches the upper half of your thigh, well past the hem of your skirt, but you can’t decide if you want to be closer or move further away, and in your indecisiveness, in that brief moment of indecision, two of his fingers end up right between your legs, pressed against your clothed cunt. Your breath catches in your throat; you’re aware of how soaked the fabric covering you is, how soaked it’s been since this morning, and yet you let him proceed, you let him find the truth behind his bold statement. Seeing his suspicions confirmed makes a broad grin spread on his face, arrogant, cocky. Your hand trembles with the desire to slap him, but you don’t because oh fuck! does it feel good when he presses his finger against your clothed clit and rubs it in a tiny circle.

He reads your thoughts on your features, in your body language, like you’re an open book to him. “If you want to slap me, go ahead. No need to hold back.”

You suppose you could, but your lust-ridden brain cannot find the willpower to raise your hand and do it. Your only way out of this, your only way to keep some dignity intact, is to act as passively as possible. All you need to do is to show him he doesn’t have any effect on you, no matter what he does, no matter what your body does.

No matter how hard the roll of his thumb over your clit makes your cunt clench.

No matter how desperate you are to moan, to let your eyes fall closed and give in to him.

Instead, you fix your gaze to an ugly TV screen behind his back and bite your tongue. And it works.

It works because he growls and pulls his hand away. The loss almost makes you whimper, but you feel a surge of triumph at the fact that you’ve won this little stand-off between the two of you. You relax, dare to take a breath, but then he quickly shoves his leg between yours, presses his thigh against your clothed clit, only your flimsy piece of underwear and his old sweatpants separating you. The pressure is hard, almost brutal, relieving, and a small moan does escape you before you can help it. It’s all the encouragement he needs to grab your hips and move you on his leg, up and down, and the pleasure you feel is too intense, pulling you under, threatening to sweep you away.

But then you have a brilliant idea, one that is sure to leave a dent in his confidence, to show him you’re not all that bothered by his attempts to seduce you. You mask another moan as a yawn and follow it up with, “Is that the best you can do?”

His face is impossible to read as he pulls away from you, and for one wild moment you’re scared you’ve gone too far. For one wild moment you’re scared you made him believe this isn’t doing anything for you, that he isn’t doing anything for you, because he is, and you want this to continue. You can’t remember the last time you’ve felt so alive, so willing to give in to another person, so turned on by a shared push and pull, a shared game of seduction. Your mouth is already open, an apology ready on your lips, when he fumbles with the cord of his sweatpants and pulls them down, revealing his cock, hard and red and leaking.

You don’t mean to stare, but you can’t help yourself. His cock is so thick you know the stretch will feel amazing, maybe even a little too much, but you like it that way. Your mouth is slightly open as you imagine what it would feel like to have him push up into you, to pull back out and slam back in, and you feel a spell of dizziness as you let yourself get pulled into the fantasy of being split open like this.

He catches you staring, of course he does, and the smug smile makes a return. “Do you like what you see?” he asks.

You shrug, your ears ringing with anticipation, your hands shaking with arousal. “I’ve had bigger.”

This is what finally gets to him. You watch as his eyes darken, you see his hands tremble, and you think, Good. This isn’t supposed to mean anything anyway. We’re just taking our frustrations out on each other. That is exactly what you need – a quick fuck to relieve some of the tension, to help you focus on the production again, to get him out of your head. And you guess he just needs a distraction from the scene he shot that morning, from not getting any release out of it. And that’s fine. It’s all fine.

He opens a drawer in a small cupboard next to you and pulls out a condom wrapper, holds it up in front of your face.

“Open it,” he spits, and you can taste the loathing in his words, in the air that brushes your cheeks. Whatever friendly banter or companionship there was between you, whatever connection you felt to him that evening a few weeks ago, is gone.

You take the wrapper between your teeth, and he pulls. His eyes never leave yours, his pupils blown wide, but his gaze is surprisingly distant. As soon as the wrapper is open, you spit the small piece at him in an act of defiance, which he takes with a smug grin and a shrug as he rolls the condom onto himself.

You take the few seconds that gives you to glance around the trailer, wondering how you’re going to do this, before he catches you by surprise and spins you around, flattening you against the thin wall. His hand is back under your skirt, but this time his touch isn’t a caress – it’s an impatient fumble, his nails scraping your soft skin, pulling down your underwear until it’s clinging to your lower thighs, stretching while he spreads your legs with an impatient shove. Then, with a grunt, you’re pushed into the wall, feeling it shake beneath your hands. Before you realize what is happening, he shoves himself into you, hard, impatient, his hand closing around your wrists. You feel him stretch you open, feel how he shuffles to adjust himself – you struggle, briefly, just testing if you could get away, but you can’t. You don’t stand a chance against him, and there is nothing left to do but surrender to him. He notices too, and with one final squeeze of your wrists, he lets go, places his hands on your waist, and begins to move.

The stretch burns every time he shoves into you with a grunt or a low sigh. It sounds so different than it did on set, hesounds so different, and for one wild, frantic, wistful moment you let yourself hope he was lying, that at least some of what you witnessed earlier was acted. And that this is the real Dieter, the one he doesn’t show to an audience of millions. But then all your thoughts narrow back down to his thickness stretching you open, to you clenching tightly around his cock. It’s rough and fast, a means to an end, not meant to give either of you much pleasure, and yet you could’ve screamed his name if you hadn’t been so adamant not to show him how much you are enjoying this. Instead, you take it quietly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from moaning.

“Well, you’re awfully quiet all of a sudden,” he pants somewhere behind you, close to your ear, getting three thrusts in before he finishes the sentence. “What happened to ‘I’ve had bigger’, hmm?”

The condescension in his voice makes you reel, makes you want to fight back. But your brain is so fogged with lust, so caught up in how good he makes you feel, that you only manage a weak, “I hate you, Bravo.”

His forehead connects with your shoulder as his pace falters, and then he bites down hard on the juncture between your neck and your back, surely leaving a mark. With a snap of his hips that makes the tip of his cock brush against something deep inside of you, making you see stars, he whispers, “Oh please, that feeling is very mutual.”

That confession makes you clench hard around him, as slick leaks out of you, coating the hairs at the base of his cock in a silky sheen. You’re so turned on you cannot form a single coherent thought, except for how much you need to come and how impossible it is – he cannot make you come, you won’t allow it. You will never hear the end of it if he does. Instead, you let yourself be fucked by him, waiting for him to find release, waiting so you can leave for the privacy of your car and finish yourself off where he can’t see you, your fingers digging into the mark he left on you, still slick with the desire he made you feel.

Your plan is destined to fail.

“I want you to come for me.” Hot breath ghosts your ear as he says it, pushing you even harder into the wall.

This is all you want, all you can think about, but you can’t give in. Instead, you press a cold laugh out of you. “Believe me, you’re not that good.”

But then his finger is on your clit. And between his sure strokes and the surprisingly gentle caress of your oversensitive bundle of nerves, you’re right there. Everything narrows down, everything tightens, as a whimpered, “Fuck,” escapes you.

He’s there, right next to your ear, his voice dripping with smugness. “Well, there you go, well done.”

You’re coming, you’re coming so hard the edge of your vision sparkles and your heart races and roars inside your chest. But still you whisper, “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” over and over again, not ready to admit defeat.

He puts a hand over your mouth, sure and steady and warm. “Shut up.”

That’s all.

That’s all until he comes with a shudder, a tremble you feel down your back and in your thighs. That’s all until you hear him pant, “Fucking hell.” Until he makes you take one final shove, and you wish you could feel his release coat your walls, wish you could feel it drip out of you on your way home.

He must never know.

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Calling All Heroes {Avengers Cast x Male!Reader One Shot}

Requested by: @gameloversblog​ Wordcount: 2280 Summary: You’re the newest addition, playing a male clone of Black Widow, to the MCU. After getting to know you better, some of the other cast members are interested to see your earlier work.

It was your first time actually on screen. You had been a part of quite a few big projects but only as a voice actor. Now here you were, part of the MCU, and playing the part of a male clone of Black Widow herself. The plot was a little out there, but you hoped with a little movie magic, it would all work out. But better than the recognition, better than all of the money, even better than seeing your image on a movie poster for the first time was the fact that you got to work with an amazing team of people, all of whom you formed quick friendships with. You were one of the younger in the group, just a few months shy of Tom Holland, but you fit in quite well. You were living the life. Living the dream. Being on a press release tour with all of them was the most fun that you could have ever asked for.

Even if travelling wasn’t the most fun.

It wasn’t all glamorous like they made it seem. Red-eye over night flights from continent to continent. New names and faces to remember everywhere that you went. Make up people constantly covering up your dark circles. Smile, smile, smile!

There was even a short span of time when you got sick, which everyone assured you happens to each of them over time. The jetset life. More like the jet-lag life. The last place that you had been in - was it Australia? You thought you saw the Opera House from the airplane window but that could have been a few hours ago or a few days ago, this groggy fever feeling was making you lose track. Maybe you had been in New Zealand? God, you didn’t even know. All you did know is that when you started to feel ill there in a hotel room, Scarlett had come over from the next room over with some medicine from a nearby pharmacy.

“There’s a doctor we can call that the hotel recommended,” She said from the bathroom of your room, where she was pouring the medicine carefully into a cup. “If you really don’t feel well.”

You barely felt alive at this point. You were laying in bed, the covers all wadded up at the end of it from you kicking them off in your restlessness. Hot and then cold, and then hot, and then cold again. You were currently feeling really warm. You kept sweeping the back of your hand against your forehead to feel if there was sweat, and unfortunately there was.

This was hardly how you wanted the very famous, very beautiful, very wonderful Scarlett Johansson to see you. But she kept coming and bringing you stuff, even though you had refused her three times. Very stubborn, this girl.

“I’m okay,” You feigned. “I just need a bit more rest and then I’ll be -” You breathed out slowly. The heat was getting to you. “-okie dokie for the interview.”

“Oh, they already postponed your part. Jeremy is coming to do it with me,” She said, walking into the room, the little cup in one hand and a folded black washcloth, moist with cool water in the other. “You need more than a bit more rest, y/n.”

“Okay mom,” You said, not even meaning to let the last word slip out. Oh god. Oh no. Oh heavy, heavy no. “I mean - Scarlett. Uhh - I have a fever. Just ignore everything I’m saying. I’m ... clearly hallucinating. Mom is uhh - over there,” You waved in a random direction half-heartedly. She just looked at you, eyebrow raised. A very Black Widow cool expression on her face. And then she kept on coming closer, setting everything down on the bedside table, the cloth dripping onto the floor.

She adjusted the pillows behind you. Helped you to sit up a little. She still had that expression that you could not read. Even after working closely with her for so long, you just couldn’t break through. Like ice. She handed you the medicine cup and you took it. Man, this was feeling even more like you were under the scrutinizing gaze of your mother. The taste was awful, she had chosen Buckley’s or something, but you managed to swallow it all. She then put the washcloth on your forehead, which instantly made you feel a look cooler, at least enough to relax.

“I don’t mind you calling me that,” She laughed, wiping a couple of the dribbles of water from your cheek. “After all, you’re sort of a mini me, right?”

“Perfect casting,” You laughed, though it brought out a couple of coughs from you, which you so kindly pointed away from her.  

She checked on you after the interview, though you were sleeping. Left you a little note and another cup of medicine, the correct dose, beside the bed, along with a bottle of orange juice and the phone for room service. Okay, she was almost going above the mom role.  You appreciated her more than she could ever imagine.

-

“Wait - how did we not know about this?” Chris Hemsworth asked after the interview on Jimmy Fallon went out. “You were a voice actor?”

“Did no one check their IMDB when y/n was announced?” Scarlett asked, putting her arm around your shoulders.

“I did - I just didn’t recognize anything,” Chris Evans stated with a sheepish grin. “I don’t have much time to watch stuff, especially not-”

“Cartoons?” You asked. He nodded and then laughed. “It’s alright if it’s not your thing. It was a really great project to work on. The last season is coming out soon on Netflix.”

“We’re watching it,” Robert Downey Jr stated in a very Tony Stark type way. Like he could make it happen just by saying it. “How many seasons are there?”

“The fourth should be coming out in a few days,” You said, blushing a little at all of the attention.

“Time to catch up,” Hemsworth grinned. “We should all do it together! Hear the vocal stylings of Y/N!”

“Okay, Thor,” I said, giving him a nudge. Sometimes he really did take the character seriously and would burst out speaking like him. Sometimes it was funny. Right now it was just a bit embarassing. “I don’t even know if it’s anything that you would be interested in.”

“It’s got you, we’re interested,” Scarlett insisted. “My room tonight, all of us?”

-

It had turned into a routine during the last couple of nights of the press tour throughout the United States. And then you could all go home. You were looking forward to your own bed. Hotels had been fun at first but after a while, they all look the same. Even the views are the same, unless you get one with a view of some landmark or something. But most cities were the same, really. But you were going to miss the nights with your colleagues, your friends.

That first night, you got take out on the way back to the hotel rather than go out for food. You all took up places in Scarlett’s room, you between her and Chris Evans, as they started up your show. You weren’t even the main character in it, but one of the secondary ones. Still, your voice was recognizable. As soon as it was heard coming out of your character’s mouth, they all turned and pointed at you.

“That’s you!” Hemsworth said, excited.

“It’s not that big a deal guys,” I laughed. “It’s just my voice without my face. Like acting except you can’t see me.”

“Still though, it’s pretty cool,” Chris Evans said. Robert threw a dumpling at him and told him to shut up, you were talking. You chuckled and watched your character on the TV. It was still a bit surreal to you that what was a hobby of yours growing up - putting on voices and the like - was now your career. And you were making big bucks for it.  

You more so watched the reactions of your friends over the next couple of nights rather than your character. You had watched it all before, in post. You went through most of the first season that night.

After each interview, when you were finally off the clock, you all piled back into someone’s room. Chris Evan’s was the messiest so you skipped his, but the rest - it was like a dinner party with the show on in the background. You never had so much fun listening to your own voice.

And you were able to use it as leverage. Anytime that one of them started to annoy you, you’d threaten to ruin the next episode and they would immediately straighten up. You heard them talking about it with osme of the crew of the interview shows. Recommending it, like they genuinely liked it. Made you feel like a giddy kid being praised by his parents each time.

The anticipation was growing. The new season was on. You were starting it tonight. And you knew what was going to happen. It was a real nail biter. Hemsworth had pestered you for details, wanting to know what was going to happen so he can pretend to call it, make a bet with Evans. You just laughed and told him that he had to wait and see like everybody else. He wasn’t going to like what was going to happen. You weren’t looking forward to watching the smiles wipe off their faces but you did want to see the genuine reaction.

You were in your room tonight. Scarlett’s manager had gotten her a bunch of some fancy face mask cream and you were all wearing it, even convincing Robert to slather it on his face. To smooth out wrinkles, tighten up the skin and make it silky soft or something along those lines. You were game. You were stretched out on your bed, Downey beside you drinking some sort of soda, and Scarlett on your other side, laying the other way, on her stomach, head closer to the TV.

“No!” Scarlett groaned.

“WHAT?” Hemsworth said from the desk chair.

“You didn’t!” Evans said from the floor where he was sitting cross legged.

“He did,” You nodded, solemly.

On the screen, your character had just died to save the main character. Best friend til the end. No silly romantic subplot, thank god, even you were finding those to be a cliche. It was pretty well done, actually. You remembered tearing up when had finished recording it. You had really enjoyed the character. And you were sad to be leaving it.

“You shit,” Scarlet said, picking up the pillow that she had been leaning her chest against and hit you with it.

“What did I do?” You asked, trying to grab it before she could pick it up again.

“You could have warned us. Oh God - now I’m crying!” She jumped up from the bed and ran towards the bathroom. “Now I’ve got this - shit in my eye!” She complained.

There was a loud sound of sniffles from the desk chair. You turned your head to see that Hemsworth was wiping the mask off with his t-shirt while also wiping away some tears. With an incredulous look, you turned next to you to see that Robert had his hand covering his eyes. And down below - you could see Chris Evan’s shoulders shaking.

“Are you all crying?” You asked, jaw dropping. “Really?”

“Shut up,” Robert said, rolling off of the bed to go and join Scarlett in the bathroom to wipe all of the mask off of his face.

“I didn’t know that was coming,” Chris Evans said from the ground. “Goddamnit. They need to put on the package that you shouldn’t cry with this on your face!”

He got up too, and you watched as three of the biggest stars in the world, three of the goddamn Avengers, were in your bathroom, in your hotel room, washing some expensive face mask off of their face and revealing puffy and red eyes, still crying. You were in disbelief.

“Uhh -” You looked towards Hemsworth, the only other one in the room. He had gotten most of it off and onto his sleeve. Just little bits of the white stuck to the sides of his face. “Are you alright there?”

“Other than my heart being totally smashed to pieces? I’m fine,” He said. It sounded like he was sobbing.

Once everyone calmed down, they all returned to their positions, slowly. “Umm - we don’t have to-” You started.

“Oh god, don’t talk,” Robert groaned. “You’re just going to remind me that you’re dead.”

“I’m not dead, I’m right here-”

“AHHHHHH,” Robert said, and took his pillow and hit it against you. Scarlett joined back in and you tried to make yourself small against all of the assaults.

“I didn’t think you’d actually get attached!” You tried to defend yourself, attempted to grab one of the pillows away from him.

“Neither did I!” Chris Evans said, getting in on the action, taking off his sweater and used that to try to whip you with it.

“Hemsworth, help!” You cried out, your arms covering your face now. It was hopeless to try to grab at anything. They could go into professional pillow wrestling if they wanted to.

“Nope, not after you just wrenched my heart out,” Chris Hemsworth said. His only mercy was not joining in, but he went back to snacking on chips while the others attacked you on the bed.

You’d end up bruised, but at least it was a funny story to tell on the last interview show of the press docket.

#Avengers Cast #Avengers Cast x reader #Scarlett Johansson #Chris Evans #chris hemsworth #Robert Downey Jr #oneshot #one shot #celebrity oneshot #Marvel #Marvel oneshot #request #x reader

[true-blue-megamind]

FAN THEORY... UM... SATURDAY – Megamind’s Guide to Defending Your City

Okay, yes, I know, I’m keeping the tradition of being late with these posts. So sue me. Go ahead. The joke’s on you because I’m pursuing a graduate degree and I’m perpetually scrapped! HA!

And yes, in case you’re wondering, there will still be some information concerning the 2010 Megamind film. SPOILER WARNING!

This week we’re changing things up a bit. In celebration of the upcoming series Megamind’s Guide to Defending Your City, I’ve asked fellow fans what they expect or hope to see, as well as researching some of the previous projects of the producers involved. Very little is known for certain, but the program is scheduled to appear on the Peacock streaming service and rumored to have a release date sometime in 2023 or 2024. (Those are, however, only rumors.) Everything in this post is, of course, all entirely unofficial, and is intended only to outline a few of the fandom’s dearest wishes along with some reasonable possibilities. If nothing else, it should be interesting.

Before we begin, however, it might be best to lay a little groundwork. In case there’s anyone who hasn’t been leaping off the walls and scream-singing anthems of celebration since DreamWorks’ announcement last month, let me review what little solid information we do have. According to Deadline, Megamind’s Guide to Defending Your City will follow our favorite blue alien’s transformation from supervillain to Defender of Metro City, and will likely be formatted, at least in part, like a vlog. (Am I the only one feeling slight Doctor Horrible’s Sing-a-Long Blog vibes? Although I trust there will be fewer musical numbers and a far happier ending.) This is because, while his brainbots film, Megamind will be “training on the job” as he learns to be a hero, thus becoming “the world’s first superhero influencer.”

Some fans are less than thrilled by the premise, but others are strongly in favor of it. Personally, I feel the concept has significant merit—it certainly seems like something the blue man would do—as well as great possibilities for comedic moments. It’s easy to imagine a scene similar to the unused post-credits storyboard—in which Megamind rescues a woman from muggers with the help of Roxanne piloting a giant mech that, unfortunately, accidentally takes out power lines and a water tower—immediately cutting to a vlog entry featuring the alien genius making some remark such as: “Aaaand that did not go well.” But I digress. The point is that, other than the aforementioned release information, that’s all we know for certain about the series thus far. Now, without further ado, let’s get into the fan theories!

The MegaRox Ship Had Better Not Sink!

This is a big one, and perhaps the most obvious. People adore the blue hero’s relationship with Roxanne Ritchi, and many fans fully expect her to appear in the new streaming show as Megamind’s girlfriend. (ThatFilthyAnimalmentioned on Tumblr that he expects we may see Roxanne knowingly kissing her blue boyfriend.) It’s not an unfounded supposition. The two have obviously formed a romantic bond by the end of the movie. Near the beginning of the film, we see the then-supervillain worrying over his appearance and clearly trying to impress his abductee. What’s more, this has the feeling of an ongoing situation. Obviously, Megamind loved Roxanne from afar for a prolonged time; probably years given that he’s estimated to have been a Bad Guy for around two decades and that the whole kidnapping routine has become commonplace for Miss Ritchi. After steadfastly adoring the reporter for so long while refusing to pressure her, then risking his life to save her from Titan, it is highly unlikely that Megamindwould ever wish to end their relationship.

Then there are the Bad Blue Brilliant comics to consider. Although generally viewed as only pseudo-canonical, they do possess some relevance. For the most part, these short graphic narratives take place after the alien super-genius’ switch to heroism, and it appears that his relationship with KMCP’s top female reporter is very much en force. In “Mega-Mutt” Roxanne mentions that she and Megamind had a date at the library planned, so clearly they are a couple. The episode entitled “A Sidekick’s Sidekick” takes it one step further, with Megamind and his girlfriend announcing a shared shopping trip for some décor to “spruce up the Lair,” something the blue hero refers to as a “time-honored tradition.” There is only one common reason, in US culture at least, that might prompt a man to invite his lover to help him redecorate. It’s likely that these two are not only dating but also living together—a fact that, in turn, indicates a serious romantic attachment.

However you look at it, Megamind and Roxanne’s relationship is firmly established, and nearly all fans agree it would be tragic to see them separate. After all, the blue man not only called his love interest his “reason to win,” but was also clearly prompted by her to become a hero in the first place. This is hardly surprising as she seems to have been the first human, with the possible exception of a few inmates during his childhood, to accept Megamind as a person rather than “other.” Roxanne is the catalyst that made Megamind a better man, and losing her would almost certainly devastate him. Seriously, DreamWorks, don’t go breaking our hearts!

The Doom Syndicate Might Just Show Up

While discussing what might appear in the new series with other Megamind aficionados on The Evil Lair Discord, Ejga-Ostjamentioned a couple of good points. The first is that it seems reasonable to expect the Doom Syndicate might appear in Megamind’s Guide to Defending Your City. After all, why invent new adversaries when perfectly serviceable ones already exist?

What am I talking about? Those familiar with the unused movie storyboards or the Megamind video games will already be aware that the blue man wasn’t the only supervillain in Metro City, although he does appear to have been the top-ranked. The others are roughly united in a conglomeration called the Doom Syndicate which was originally intended to appear in the 2010 film but was eventually cut out as the side narratives would have rendered the existing plot too long and complex. The Villains Fandom Wiki states that they appear to be a parody of other evil cabals appearing in comic books, especially DC’s Legion of Doom.

According to Fandom.com, several known characters from this group did, however, show up in the video games. Megamind: Ultimate Showdown featuredPsycho-Delic, a villain who produces drugged or poisoned vapors with various effects, Hot Flash, an aging vixen with fire-based abilities, and Destruction Worker, who is essentially part man and part machine. Megamind: Mega Team Unite included more villains from the organization: Conductor, who gathers and controls electrical charges much like DC’s Livewire, and Judge Sludge, who appears to have been a corrupt judicial bureaucrat before somehow transforming into a toxic blob man. Many also wonder if we might see Lady Doppler, a fan favorite from The Art of Megamind who boasts the ability to control weather. It seems likely that some or all of these characters may make appearances in the new series, but it’s equally plausible that we could see some new Bad Guys as well. It should also be noted that Richard von Busack’s book The Art of Megamindfeatures a range of other supervillains as well, ranging from interesting to frankly absurd, so there are additional existing ideas that the new program’s creators could draw from.

Villain concepts from The Art of Megamind

Please, Please Do It Right!

The other aforementioned point that Ejga-Ostja offered was discussed in various ways by a number of fans as well, and that is, quite simply, that we all hope every possible aspect of this series is given the love and effort a Megamind sequel richly deserves. This includes everything from the content and quality to the treatment of animators. Yes, I know that sounds like a lot, but this is important to so many people who have waited eagerly for Megamind to finally appear on screen again.

To begin with, LiterallyZia expressed a desire that, despite their work being intended as children’s programming, the creators will also keep their existing fans in mind.

“I hope they realize that the main audience who saw the movie twelve years ago are all twelve years older; it can still definitely be a family show with deeper themes and discussions.”

They’re not wrong, and presenting child-friendly entertainment that nonetheless deals with serious concepts and social issues would be on-brand for Megamind. (Feel free to read previous posts such as Megamind and Masculinity, What’s Hidden in the Animation, The Warden, and Megamind and Identity if you’d like to learn more about that.) The simple fact is that many audience members who watched the original film back in 2010 were between ten and fifteen years old at the time, making them adults in their twenties now. Indeed, some fans are even older, having taken younger family members to the cinema or chosen to watch an animated feature on a lark only to find themselves unexpectedly impressed with the film. Even someone who first became enthused with the blue villain-turned-hero at an earlier age, say five or six, will be in their late teens or even early twenties by the time the series premier.

If the talent involved in producing Megamind’s Guide to Defending Your City is any indication, Zia and other fans may get their wish. The writers of the original movie screenplay, Alan Schoolcraft and Brent Simons, will work as the executive producers on the series. They’ll be joined by Eric Fogel, who created Celebrity Death Match as well as directing several episodes of Daria, and J.D. Ryznar, who has been involved with productions like Drunk History and Hot Streets. A good balance between the deeper contexts and adult humor found in these productions with the child-friendly standards of DreamWorks Animation should, theoretically, result in excellent entertainment. And that balance seems likely. Of the four mentioned above, three have worked with DreamWorks in the past.

Alan Schoolcraft and Brent Simons at the Megamind movie premier

That’s a good thing because balancing family entertainment with somewhat more mature topics is important to many Megamind fans. Ejga-Ostja seconded this view, stating that many of the series’ new viewers are likely to be older children who “will roll with things made for an older audience even if they don't entirely follow heavier themes.” She also expressed her interest in the overall quality of the series as well as the fair treatment of those involved, however.

According to Game Rant, there is a recent movement, #NewDeal4Animation, which seeks to gain public understanding and support for the issues faced by animators under New Media contracts. Because streaming services aren’t legally bound by the same rules as more traditional media, they can (and too often do) pay their talent less. Furthermore, there are no bonuses for programs being renewed for multiple seasons as they are often created all at once and then broken up. Ejga-Ostja said that she hopes “DreamWorks is taking this to heart” and that they and Peacock will ensure fair treatment and wages. Several other members of the aforementioned Discord were quick to agree.

Of course, like many others, Ejga-Ostjaalso hopes there will be a lot of care and attention lavished on this new series. After all, Megamind fans have been actively campaigning, not to mention practically begging, for this sequel for over a decade. This is something very many of us are extremely passionate—and excited—about, and we’re happy to be patient if it results in the highest possible quality of content.

“We've waited eleven years, we can wait longer if it means the employees are treated better, not being rushed, and the show gets more love and effort put into it.”

Mega Mysteries Could Be a Thing

Another fan theory concerning Megamind’s Guide to Defending Your City is that, along with fighting crime and battling supervillains, we may see the blue man solving a few mysteries. This is based not only on his enormous intellect—Sherlock Holmes, eat your heart out—but also on some of those involved in the upcoming show. Although far from certain, and of course only supposition, the idea is not entirely without foundation.

As I’ve said, J.D. Ryznar previously worked on Hot Streets, an Adult Swim animated program that featured an FBI agent investigating supernatural occurrences and misdeeds along with his rather eclectic companions. It’s important to note that Ryznar was a voice actor on that project, but even so, some fans wonder if he might not bring that experience to the new series. And it’s possible that’s not the only reason to speculate on the possibility of Megamind’s Guideinvolving some elements of detection. Eric Fogel created the late-nineties animated series The Head, in which an average human inadvertently forms a symbiotic bond with an alien who is “on the trail of an enemy from his planet.” Although not exactly a mystery, the narrative features this pair, along with a secretive group of others possessing unusual abilities, trying to discover the dangerous extraterrestrial’s whereabouts and plots before they can destroy Earth, imbuing this production with elements of both the detective and superhero genres.

It’s not that much of a stretch to imagine some elements of mystery in the upcoming show. Many agree that it would, after all, make sense for the Blue Defender to use his massive intellect in solving cases. (If you’ve read How Smart is Megamind, you already know that his IQ may be around 350.) Our favorite alien hero may not have superpowers, but he is a super-genius, and some fans speculate that we may see him playing to those strengths by solving crimes as well as engineering brilliant heroic inventions.

What Else Do Fans Think We Might See?

There’s some debate about how competent Megamind will be portrayed in his earliest days as a hero. A Megamind’s Guide to Defending Your City Bingo sheet on ThatFilthyAnimal’s Tumblr page suggests that the blue man may initially be fairly bad at his new position, but at the same time evidence from the Metro City scene of Trollhunters: Rise of the Guardians��which shows clean streets, people comfortably walking around at night without fear of crime, and copious new technology including a state-of-the-art public transportation system—indicates that he may actually be an excellent Defender. Time will tell, but personally, I believe it’s most probable we’ll see a combination of both.

Beyond that, a large number of fans hope that Megamind will still be wearing blue and black. This seems likely as he returned to his old uniform, thus embracing his own brand of heroism, at the end of Button of Doom. Furthermore, in the previously mentioned Trollhunters movie, Metro City is covered in the alien super-genius’ signature colors. That’s not the only part of his old villainous attire that fans hope he keeps, however. Filthy mentioned on Twitter that he’d like to see Megamind wearing eyeliner once more, and I have to agree. The Goth style looks good on him.

Then, of course, there is the widespread fan theory that Megamind—possibly Roxanne as well—is bisexual. Naturally, being a family program, there are definite limits to how much sexuality of any kind we can expect to see in the show. However, the same-sex parents recently featured in Toy Story 4 and DreamWorks’ positive response to a particular piece of fanart make this seem much more plausible. At any rate, it would certainly please a great many fans to see this aspect of the blue man’s character made official.

There are a great many other suppositions concerning possible elements of this upcoming production, of course, but those are a few of the prevalent ones being discussed. One thing is absolutely certain, however: after eleven years of waiting, the Megamind fandom is completely thrilled that some kind of sequel is finally in the works. We are all looking forward to this new program with bated breath.

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[kiddiegore]

You Need To Calm Down

What if one way the boys fall asleep is by sucking their girlfriends nipple for comfort? It starts as a joke but they end up getting really into it?

@skyguy-peach this one’s for youuuu <3

Bokuto

his team lost their game :(

he spent the day sulking after that

to calm him down you told him to take a nap with you

he was so pouty 🥺 he’ll drag his feet to your bed and collapse on you

“cuddles 🥺” he’d ask and OF COURSE YOU SAY YES LIKE UR NOT A MONSTER !!

next thing you know your holding him, his head on your chest

but he can’t sleep

the way you’re stroking his head isn’t enough

“bokubaby? What’s wrong?”

“i cant sleep” his voice muffles against your his hoodie

his hands slipped under the fabric, “Warm..”

you giggled watching him shove his head under the hoodie

suddenly you got an idea

“bo~ I know a way to get you to bed”

his head poked out of the hood, looking at his little pouty face made you coo

slipping down your bra, you brought his face to your boob, motioning for him to suck

hus eyes lit up as he immediately wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking softly, no questions asked

bo isn’t really one to question things, especially when boobs are involved

there was a quiet presence in your room, which isn’t really usual with bo. His face rested under your hoodie and shirt, mouth sucking on your nipple with his eyes closed.

his breathing slowed and his body relaxed while you cradled him, eventually slipping into a deep sleep, letting your nipple be released from his mouth.

you smiled at your boy under your hood, letting him keep his face in your warmth so he wouldn’t wake up back into his emo mode.

placing a soft kiss on his head, you let bokuto sleep for a hour or two, as you watched baking/cooking vids in the meantime.

when he starts to stir you caress his face, trying to coax him back to sleep. but alas, it was too late, he was waking up.

“hi baby~” you cooed, watching him rub thr tiredness out of his eyes. bokuto smiled that classic, goofy, signature bokuto smile at you and slipped his head out of your hoodie. “can’t elieve i sucked your boob to go to sleep.” he jokes, “i see why babies do this, it was comfy as fuck.”

“well maybe we should do it more often.” you suggested

“hell yeah we should, now come here i want the other one!!”

Akaashi

our editor boy 🥺

he was so stressed :(

they threw him into another project and he hasn’t even finished the first one

they won’t even extend his deadline and so that means staying up later and-

“keiji? are you okay?”

you shut your book, akaashis hands were gripping his hair, elbows on the desk, staring at the panels infront of him

he sighed, “i think i need a break..”

awh, opening your arms, you waitedfor your sleep deprived boyfriend to lay down

as he layed in your arms, you couldn’t help but notice how nervous akaashi looked

“y/n...do you remember the other night when we made love..”

you smiled, “how could i forget, you fell asleep while sucking on my nipple keiji~” you teased

then you realized, “you want to suck them again? will that make you feel better?”

he nodded sheepishly

you kissed his cheek, “alright then, if it’ll make you rest.”

you peeled off your shirt and bra, bringing keiji to your breast

his lips attached softly to your nipple, sucking gently and giving kitten licks

his other hand rested on your breast for more control, but it wasn’t long before sleep took hold of him

the way you cradled him and the comfortable feeling of you in his mouth was just too much, he was out like a light

once akaashi was asleep you laid his head down on the pillow next to you. His arms sprawled out like a toddler asleep in their crib, and you couldn’t help but coo at the sight. You threw you shirt back on, wincing a bit as it rubbed against your sore nipple.

waltzing over to keijis surprisingly neat looking desk, you sat down and started going over all the panels he was working on, translating words and fixing grammar mistakes. You put in headphones playing a playlist you made for him to stay focused.

you were too in the moment to notice akaashi stirring, eventually waking up startled because he had fell asleep when there’s so much work to be done. He also blushed realizing that he fell asleep attached to your breast like a new born.

but that’s besides the point, he looked over to see you gracefully doing his work, going back and fourth with both projects at once, looking at notes about what his boss said needed to be added.

he forgets you both work together sometimes and that he could just ask you for help. Keiji got out of the bed and came up behind you in his desk chair, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You jumped a bit, he had startled you.

grinning a bit, he took the airpods out of your ears, “Thank you my love, I don’t know what i’d do without you.” He peppers kisses all over your soft lips, admiration and love in his eyes.

he’s so happy that he has you to help him relax, and he definitely loves the idea of sucking your nipples in order to get that far, even if he denies he even asked to begin with.

Kenma

“no”

“please 🥺”

“no”

“kenmaaaa”

“i’m playing right now, plus what would we even gain from me doing that”

“taking a break and laying with your lovely girlfriend isn’t enough?”

he turns and looks at you

blinks

then turns back around

“BITCH-“

kenma sighs putting down his headphones and tying his hair back into its loose pony tail

your body sprawled out on the bed, “cmooonnn”

he huffed and collapsed ontop of you, smiling at your soft giggles

his hands rubbed up and down your sides, as you both talked about anything and everything,, it was 3am after all

“i heard that bokutos girlfriend let him suck her boob to go to sleep after his game”

“dead ass?? did it work??”

kenma shrugged

“should we try?”

kenmas face flushed, “i mean,,sure i guess..”

you unhooked your bra and motioned for him to get under your hoodie

“its so warmf” his muffled voice said and you let out a laugh, startling your cat 🥺

kenmas face rested between both boobs, sucking each nipple one at a time before sticking to the one he liked more

soft noises left kenmas mouth as he sucked on your nipples. you couldn’t help but moan a little, quietly of course. kenma got so lost in the feeling he didn’t even notice his breathing slow down.

he felt so calm, his stress from work gone, all he could focus on was your soft skin in his mouth.

your hands stroked his locks, scratching slightly at his scalp, making him sigh out of pleasure.

soon he drifted off to sleep, face nuzzling between the valley of your breasts. your head turned to look at the clock, “4:43am.”

“goodnight kenma..” you said as you dozed off.

the next morning, 1:36pm to be exact, kenma woke up. a little startled as his face was still under your shirt, a little bit of drool on your chest, whoops.

he remembered how he ended up like this and blushed, slipping his head from under your hood, just to see you on your phone watching a game theory fnaf video.

“good morning ken~” you say, leaning to kiss his forehead.

he didn’t respond, just laying back ontop of you, his face resting in the crook of your neck, but his eyes watching the video with you.

you turned up the phone so he could hear better, stroking his back with your free hand.

“i wonder if she’ll do it again after my charity stream tonight..” kenma thought to himself, regardless he thanks you for introducing him into his new sleeping method.

he also needs to thank bokuto for telling him about that as well.

i hope you guys liked this 🥺 it was so fun to write!! me and fern were talking about it when i was in her inbox and it spiraled from there 😼. @fern-writes-ig

have a good rest of your day everyone!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #kenma #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #bokuto #bokuto kotoro #bokuto kotoro x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #kenma kozume headcanons #bokuto kotoro headcanons #akaashi keiji headcanons #kiddiewritez

[ladyeliot]

Show me your phone

Request: Anonymous: Hiii I adore your writing!!! I was wondering if you could write cevansxfemale reader (famous or not) where he’s on jimmy fallon playing show me you phone and your relationship is revealed? ❤️

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Female Reader

Warnings: No one/Fluff

Word count: 1536

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

The two of you had met by chance one autumn night ten months ago. Quite unexpected, unusual and with tremendous prejudices towards each other, because of the image the media projected of you.

It was obvious that you weren’t born for each other, or at least that’s what you thought the first time you went on your first date. But then one thing led to another, and your sporadic encounters in the most unusual places made you realise that maybe it would be better to give each other a chance to erase those prejudices you had in your minds. And so it was that as the days, weeks and months went by, you began to be in a relationship without being aware of the fact. You understood each other very well, you both worked in the same sector and that allowed you to understand and accept each other in many aspects.

For the time being you kept your relationship a secret, you were afraid of breaking the magic, of the media destroying what you had created. So your life as a couple was reduced to intimacy, living together and escapes to places far from the hand of God. However, you knew that sooner or later it would be discovered, it didn’t worry you too much, but you wanted to strengthen your relationship as much as possible until that moment arrived.

That night, Chris was going to be interviewed on Jimmy Fallon’s late night show because of the recent release of the movie Avengers: Endgame. It was common on nights when Chris was on one of the late night shows for you to stay at home, cook your favourite meal and wait on the couch with Dodger to watch him on TV. Before he came on, you used to send him a text message encouraging him and a picture of you and Dodger on your couch. It was like a ritual for both of you.

In a millisecond that message reached the other side of town, where Chris was staring at the image with a slightly scandalous laugh. He was in his dressing room, minutes away from going on air, and could barely reply with “I love you both”. 

The interview was great, Chris talked about the day the cast said their goodbyes and how Antony Mackie found out that Captain America was going to give Falcon his shield. All the anecdotes that any Marvel fan would love to hear. Yet, as is well known, Jimmy Fallon’s shows bring with them a number of embarrassing moments for the interviewee, as well as the interviewer. 

That night both Chris and Jimmy were going to play ‘Show me your phone’, a game where they had to show whatever material was hidden on their mobile phones. The moment they got up from their respective seats, Chris realised that he hadn’t deleted any of your conversations, you were present in his whatsapp, his picture gallery, his social media messages, emails… in other words, his whole phone was a personal diary of your relationship.

His nervousness was present as he took a seat opposite Jimmy at the circular table. In front of them there was a red button, in the centre a mobile phone holder and next to it was an electronic panel showing all the possibilities that could come up, as if it were a wheel of fortune. There was the icon for Whatsapp, Safari, the photo gallery, Instagram, email, last calls, notes…

“Okay, do you know how this works?” asked Jimmy putting on his jacket. “Well, for those of you who don’t know, here’s how this works. Chris and I will take turns pressing the red button we have here, which will randomly select one of these icons we have on the board.” Chris began to laugh somewhat nervously. “Each icon will reveal something we need to share on our phone…”

The audience began to laugh too at the worried gestures they were both making.

“Just so you know, neither of us know what’s behind each icon.” Jimmy looks at Chris who was still laughing. “Are you ready?”

“I’m not too sure about this,” Chris shared scratching his beard. “I forgot to clean some stuff off my phone.”

“That makes two of us,” Jimmy said laughing along with him. “Alright, here we go. Since you’re the guest you press first.”

“What an honour,” Chris said wryly, which drew laughter from the audience. “Here we go!”

Chris pressed the red button and quickly the icons on the panel began to light up, and you stood expectantly contemplating the moment. On the one hand the situation was amusing, but on the other hand you were completely scared and wished that what he had said about cleaning his phone wasn’t true.

The light stopped specifically on the Safari browser icon, so that a text was displayed that said 'Show us your last Google search’. Chris frowned and looked thoughtful.

“Safari, show us your last Google search,” Jimmy repeated.

“Okay!” exclaimed Chris grabbing his phone and heading to the app. “If I’m being honest I have no idea what my last search was… Oh!" 

Chris started laughing without showing his phone, which caused everyone around him to laugh hilariously.

"Okay, okay,” Chris set the mobile down on the small platform. “I thought it was a funny idea.”

The camera pointed straight at him, checking that his last search had been 'Halloween costume ideas for your dog’. The set erupted in laughter, Jimmy clasped his hands to his chest, laughing his head off.

“This- This is so funny,” he said between guffaws. “Did you find anything interesting?”

“I did!” began Chris. “I found a really funny Mario and Luigi one, but it wasn’t too scary, you know. I’ve got to keep looking.”

“Yeah, not too much,” concluded Jimmy. “Come on! Here we go. My turn.”

The panel came back on, the light moving between icons until it stopped on the 'YouTube’ app. Jimmy frowned, and the panel informed him that it should show the history of videos watched.

“Come on, show us those videos!” exclaimed Chris encouragingly.

“I’m extremely scared,” said Jimmy with a serious and comical look on his face, reaching for his mobile phone. “I have no idea… Oh!” he began to laugh. “Okay, okay. This… I’m not good at cooking, don’t judge me.”

'How to cook oatmeal’, 'Easy oatmeal recipe’, 'Oatmeal ideas you need to try’. The audience started laughing.

“All right, all right,” Jimmy held up his hands. “I can explain. The other day was Mother’s Day, and my kids and I wanted to make my wife a special breakfast, so we had to help ourselves to YouTube.”

“That’s pretty cool man!” exclaimed Chris.

“Yes, my wife ate her breakfast,” he laughed and picked up his mobile phone. “And she’s still alive for now, so it was a triumph.”

On the other side of New York City, you were watching the show with amusement, curled up next to Dodger on the couch. You were so engrossed that you barely noticed Chris’s Whatsapp icon pop up.

“Show us the last message you sent on Whatsapp” Jimmy read out eliciting cheers from the audience. “Come on!”

Chris reddened and ran his hand over his face.

“Alright, alright,” he began to laugh nervously. “It says there the last message I sent, the person too?”

“Well, you have to put the mobile phone down,” Jimmy laughed.

“Okay,” Chris started to look up. “Last text message…” he took a breath and looked at Jimmy hesitantly.“Oh man…”

Your last conversation appeared before everyone’s eyes, showing only the last photograph you had sent him with Dodger and Chris’s reply 'I love you both’. Chris’s countenance showed an inner nervousness, hidden in a nervous laugh and flushed cheeks.

“Wait, wait,” Jimmy said looking at him and frowning “She’s Y/N Y/L/N with your dog? With Dodger?”

The audience exclaimed a sweet 'aw’ when they got a glimpse of the photograph, but Chris was scratching his beard nervously.

“This is really sweet!” said Jimmy looking at Chris, “This is really cute.” “I know, I know,” Chris commented, nodding slowly.

“Are you two-?” asked Jimmy hesitantly, to which Chris took another breath, somewhat embarrassed by the situation.

“I think so,” Chris laughed nervously. “I mean, I don’t know what’s going to happen after this.”

Jimmy laughed, accompanied by the audience.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Jimmy handed the mobile phone back to Chris. “We’ll invite Y/N over next week and let her have her revenge on you.”

Both the audience and you from your living room started to burst out laughing. Contrary to what you might have thought right now, Steve wasn’t angry at all, not even annoyed, you were even a little relieved. Your relationship had been made known to the world naturally, as if you were just another couple texting each other and telling each other how much you love each other. Now you just had to face a new day-to-day life.

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“Oh come on babe! Don’t act like you don’t like these changes.” Sighing, I put down the chain bracelet I was making. “That’s not the point. The point is that you used the remote, and then broke it so now we’re stuck this way until I make a new one.” Picking the bracelet back up, I continued. “And it’s not like those parts in the remote were cheap, you know. It took several years and some very lucky scrounging that I was even able to make it in the first place, and now I have to make another.” Pouting, she got closer and pushed against me. “It’s not like anybody will know that you used to be bigger. To the rest of the world you’ve always been that short, and I’ve always been this tall curvaceous beauty.” Slamming down the bracelet I stand up, for all the extra emphasis my tiny frame now brings me. “And that’s the problem isn’t it? WE are aware that we’ve changed. Doesn’t this fill you with inner turmoil knowing that you have essentially irreparably changed your spouses body without their permission or consent?” Staring angrily up at her I await her response. Wringing her hands and hanging her head in shame she replies. “Well it’s not like you put any warnings on it. It looked indistinguishable from any other remote.” “EXCEPT THAT IT WAS IN MY WORKSHOP!” I exploded in anger. “We had an agreement. I get my space to do my science projects, and we share the profit from them. And if they’re too rare to sell, but we might have a use for them, I ask your permission and consent, for every instance.” “And this is the one time I break that agreement because I thought we were close! I’ve never broken it before, and yet you’re holding this against me the ONE time I break it.” “And that’s why we’re having this discussion, instead of me leaving you. You know exactly what my ex did to me that left me like this, broken and jagged. Give me some space, I need to calm down.” Sitting back down I pick up the bracelet to continue. “I know you love me, and all that I am as imperfect as I am, but right now I just need a little space to calm down and sort out my thoughts. Without a word she turned on her heel and walked out of the workshop.

I truly loved Jess. She had found me when I wasn’t willing to trust anyone, not even my family, and had slowly repaired my heart after it had been so abruptly smashed by my ex-best friends who turned out to never have been my best friends. She was the kindest woman I knew, not that I knew too many, but she was kind to everyone. She taught me how to trust again. I knew she didn’t do this maliciously, and I had been holed up in my workshop a lot recently almost neglecting her, because as much I needed her she needed me just as much. Sighing, I finished the bracelet and studied it. It was a pretty rose gold, although that was only plating, and in its chains held a regal femininity that commanded attention but not overtly. It drew eyesight much like a butterfly lazily flying on a still spring day. It would still fit her, but I didn’t know how to give it to her with the current tensions between us. “Might as well get it over with.”

Walking out of the workshop and to the living room, which is usually where Jess goes when something is bothering her, I stop in the entrance. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t have any malicious intent Jess, in fact from the looks of it you had very positive ideas in mind.” Smiling drily I wait for her to respond. The silence stretches until she looks up. “I just wanted to spend more time with you. You had been going into your workshop for longer and longer leaving me alone. I just wanted to see what could take you away from me for so long. Turns it was literally something reality warping in scale.” Walking toward where she was seated on the couch, I stop just out of arms reach. “I know, and I’m sorry. Next time I work on a project this big, I’ll let you know. Give me your right wrist?” Slowly she offers me her right arm. As I take out the bracelet I see her eyes glimmer with more tears. Breathily, she asks, “For me?” Nodding i clasp it around her wrist. Suddenly standing, she grabs me and holds me tight to her body as she cries. Eventually she lets me go. “I love you.” Seeing the shock play across her face as I say those words to her, words that I haven’t said to anyone after what had happened to me, made me feel warmer. To know that even though we’ve been together for a while, that I could still surprise her was felt awesome. “Stop, you’re going to make me cry again.” I held her hand as she wiped the remaining tears from her face. “The bracelet is beautiful. How long did it take you?” “Meh, four hours? Not that long.” It really hadn’t taken that long, the guide I followed was really detailed and comprehensive. Feeling her free hand rest on my shoulder, I looked up. And went straight into a kiss. She had surprised me by taking the initiative, not that I could reach her without help, but that is beside the point. Wrapping her arms around my waist she pulled me into the air while kissing. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I pulled her back in from the first kiss for another. Finally done with that kiss we stared at each other in silence, each waiting for the other to make a move. Grinning, she undid one of her arms and ran hand down my leg. “So this is how you felt all those times you picked me up. A girl could get used to this.” Nodding, because at this point I was already too far gone to speak, I watched as her grin widened. “Bedroom?” “Bedroom!” I barely managed to squeak out.

“On the bed tiny man.” Jumping on the bed immediately after being put down I waited for her next command. “Do I have to command you to strip, or are you going to read the room?” She said already half naked, not that she had much on before. Hurriedly I began taking off clothes, but not fast enough for Jess. She stopped my frantic movements and began tearing my clothes off leaving them in tatters. “There. Glad to see some things didn’t get any smaller.” She said before she pushed me to the middle of the bed. As she crawled onto the bed, I took what little time I had to admire her. She had been pretty before but now she commanded the room in a way she hadn’t before. Maybe it was her size, because she towered over me, but she felt imposing. A bit scary even. I didn’t know what she was going to do, or when she was going to do it. “You. Here. Now.” She said with a few vague gestures towards me and herself. As I approached I considered how she could easily hold me with one arm, and felt my lips dry out. Licking my lips I got within arms reach of her. Suddenly finding myself being held by the throat as she pulled me close and whispered into my ear, “Do you know all that I could do to you right now? You are completely at my mercy.” Whimpering, I felt myself melt in her grasp. “Good boy. Just like that. Be good and you’ll get a reward.” Nodding I felt myself jump. “Lay down.” Acquiescing, I lay on the bad as she climbed on top. Looking into her eyes, I noticed that they had lost that characteristic warmth that she always had, and felt chills run down my spine. Slowly, she worked her way down taking her time to treasure every sensation before she bottomed out. She smiled, triumphant. She had never taken me to the base before and was now doing so with ease. “Is that all you got? Is my big strong mean really so small? Is his tiny little girlfriend too much for him to handle?” She said as she began riding me, bracing herself above my head. Thrusting up only meant she came down harder, while just letting her ride meant I was just passively accepting her teasing as the truth. So I began bucking trying to match her but she only got more intense. For every thrust I made, she rode harder and harder until all I could do was just lay there and let her have her way. “That’s right little man. You can’t do anything to me.” Feeling myself grow closer and closer to the point of no return I tried to warn her, but she quickly shut me up by dropping her breasts into my face. “Oh god, you’re so small that I can ride you and have your face in my breasts. Fuck.” Was she getting off on this more than I was? Her weight was only getting more intense as she rode, and it was getting hard to breath. Suddenly I felt her arch as she came, and she came hard. Breathing hard, she was still slowly riding until she came to a stop. Looking down at me with frenzied eyes, she smiled. “You didn’t come first! That earned you a reward.” Smiling she flipped me onto my back with my head in her lap and her hand in mine. Slowly she grabbed ahold, and began stroking. With her other arm she pushed me into her breast. “You wanted them this big. Might as well play with them, right?” Slowly I took her nipple into my mouth. “That’s right. It’s okay to be weak sometimes, especially around me. Okay?” Once I began playing with her nipple, her pace began to pick up. Soon, it was all a blur of pleasure. Except, I still hadn’t finished. “Why aren’t you finishing? You like this right?” Nodding emphatically I felt her movements get more intense as she got angrier. “Then why aren’t you finishing? Normally you come pretty soon after this sta-oh.” Slowly a fiendish smile crept over her face. “It’s okay little one. Let it all out. Let it all out for mommy.” Hearing those words unlocked some secret and suddenly I was tensed up and releasing all over her hand. “Good boy. Let it out just like that.” Slowly I felt my consciousness drift away. The last thing I remember was a kiss and this thought: Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

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Restoration

genre: smut || slice of life pairing: jin x reader word Count: 10.1k rating: 18+ warnings: language, light dom!jin, explicit sexual descriptions, choking, fingering summary: Return to your childhood hone with your partner, Jin only to discover how much it’s changed. project: this part of the bcc summer games event~ it’s was for the image prompt which is the one under the name of the fic in the banner lol this was meant to be short, but then i included this whole first half smh credits: a HUGE thank you goes to my amazing beta reader @destructiveasparagus​ ! helped me find where my weaknesses lie and super incredibly helpful in how to learn from my mistakes! thank you so so much! i hope to improve with my future works!

It had been a long time since you’d been to your hometown, so long you barely recognized it as you drove in with your fiancé. Streets you once ran around on as a child—knowing each backstreet like the back of your hand—now seemed like the paths of a maze; roads that stirred distant memories of laughter and joy. 

Eyes catching new shops where your favorite childhood hangouts once stood, a dull ache laced with both nostalgia and discomfort begins to stir within you. It seems the town had decided to be more modern… more suburban you guessed. It kind of made you sad if you were honest with yourself. You were expecting to return to the home you once loved, and to be bathed in the memories of each corner, shop, and alley.

Becoming more frustrated with each new sight you didn’t recognize, you sink into your seat releasing a sigh. Crossing your arms loosely over your chest, you look down at your knees. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you pondered what your neighborhood would look like. You hoped against hope that at least that small corner of your memories wouldn’t be betrayed. 

“You okay?”

Catching your attention, you look to the side at your fiancé who had turned to look at you as he made a stop at a red light. His handsome features twisted into concern, which brought a small smile to your lips. Softly nodding, you try to assuage his worries.

“I’m fine, Seokjin. Just realizing how long it’s been since I was home is all,” melancholy weaving into your voice, gaze forlornly sweeping out the windows of the vehicle again. 

“Changed that much, huh?” eyes still on you, every so often shuffling to make sure the street light hadn’t changed yet. 

You nod, watching as a couple of teenage girls walk with some name brand iced coffees in their hands, eyes glued to their phones, as they giggled about something mundane. Feeling like a creep for staring, you shake your head and look back at the man by your side. “It’s definitely changed.... too much.”

God, you’d never identified with a boomer harder than you did at this very moment. Words of when I was kid at the tip of your tongue, wanting to rant about all the things you remembered as a kid and how it had been ruined now. You’d never regretted leaving home before, not until this moment. All of your treasured spots, destroyed by gentrification. How depressing. 

But then you look at what you had gained from your departure from home and you realize how silly you’re being. You had found tons of struggle out in the world on your own. Learned what it was like to truly live in a woman’s world; having to work twice as hard for half the pay of a man; earning the way you had to always be cautious and on the lookout for dangers that lurked around every corner when the sun went down; learned how to pick yourself back up and work harder, when you were passed up on a promotion in favor of the manager’s son. 

But you made it through every obstacle. You were a fighter, and never shied away from fighting to get what you wanted. To deal with the dangers of walking around at night, you took self defense classes. You quit the job that underpaid you. And when the manager at that other job finally offered you that promotion, you gave them your two weeks. You decided to take a position at a startup company that saw your worth, valued your opinions and took your ideas into consideration. A company where you were promoted and given more power to help it grow. It had grown into a multimillion-dollar business. Whose technology had been implemented in every hospital in the country. And the genius behind its creation and production sat by your side.

Kim Seokjin had been a godsend. You’d bumped into him one night at a bar after a particularly rough day of work. You had dropped into the seat beside him, not sparing a single glance his way as you ordered a beer. Shoulders slumping, you rubbed at your eyes in frustration pushing your tears back in. Noticing your distress, he reached out to you. He asked after your well being, taking you by surprise. Cautiously you spoke to him that night, only to be pleasantly surprised by his kind nature. While sharing the struggles of your days with each other, he brought up his start up and how he was looking to fill the position. Handing you a card before you both parted ways, he offered you a position without even knowing your qualifications. 

Long story short, you took the position, worked your way up and fell in love with the company's CEO. Of course, there were those that always felt the need to fill the office with unnecessary drama. Hushed whispers in the break rooms, and muttered words across the cubicles of how you had slept your way to the top. But you shrugged them all off, no water off a duck’s back right? Besides, how do you sleep your way to the top of a tiny startup? There was no top or bottom. The tomfoolery of the envious, honestly.

The car jerking into motion brings you back to the present. Blinking the memories of the past decade or so out of the way. Vision returning to your present day home town, suddenly not so bothered by the changes. Your home had grown up and adapted, just as you had. That thought alone brings a smile to your face. A hand slipping over your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, making you completely beam as you take Jin's hand in your own ringed hand. Placing a soft kiss on the back of his hand, as you hold it tenderly in your lap, his quiet laugh filling the space in the car as you continued on your way.

Some ten minutes later, you pull up the front of your childhood home; warmth filling your chest as you notice how little it’s changed. Aside from a few cosmetic changes it was still the same. And there they were, all the memories rushing in at once. The feelings you had been anticipating finally hit you. Now you felt like you were truly home as you were surrounded by all the wonderful memories of your childhood. 

A gentle hand on your lower back brings you back, you smile up at Jin who stands by your side. A reassuring smile adorns his plush lips, as he rubs small circles on your back in a show of support and affection.

“You ready?”

Taking one large lung full of air, you hold it for a couple beats before deflating and nodding up at him. The steadying warmth of his hand on your lower back fills you with all the confidence you needed as you made your way up the stone patch. 

Worries of how your family would react to you being back niggling the back of your mind. You tried to keep in touch as much as you could but there were times it was almost impossible due to financial stability or work load. Damn, a small bit of guilt began to bloom in your chest. So you stand frozen, finger just a few inches from the doorbell. Maybe you should’ve called before showing up. 

Sensing your internal struggle, Jin wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. Plush lips press to the crown of your head leaving a quick kiss. “Everything’s going to be fine, babe,” he whispers into your hair. 

“How do you know? I mean- I’ve been gone so long… they have to be angry with me. What if they think I don't care?” you fret, teeth gnawing at the inside of your bottom lip, hands twisting into the hem of your shirt, wrinkling the smooth fabric in the anxiety. 

Chuckling softly, the arm around you turns you to face the tall male. Eyes roam your face, a warmth in them that always somehow seem to soothe your nerves. And sooth they did as you could feel your worries begin to ebb away. 

“Hey, none of that,” he chastises, as he presses his hand lightly to your jaw, thumb tugging your bottom lip down. “You’re going to chew yourself raw. And we don’t want that. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips as if to soothe away any stinging there.

Your lips can’t help but spread into a smile at how he was being such a mother hen. He was always like this, not just with you but with his employees as well. It’s what made him such a good boss, and an even better partner. Lady luck was feeling extremely generous the day she led you to Jin in that quaint bar.

Returning your smile, he quickly places multiple kisses around your face—on your nose, your cheeks, and your forehead. Arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close, as you giggle at the onslaught of kisses he bestowed you with. The sound of his mirth joining yours, pulling back to hold your cheeks gently. Eyes looking into your own as he assures you, “Everything is going to be fine, so stop stressing for once. We’re here to relax okay?”

Sighing, you nod with a smile still perched on your face. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Of course, I am. And the most handsome!” all the confidence in the world seeping out of his words, smugness painting over his pretty features. 

You scoff playfully, smacking his arm. “And yet you like claiming you’re humble,” shaking your head you turn back to the door and ring the doorbell without hesitation. 

“Well, I’m not bragging if it’s a fact,” comes his witty retort which has your eyes rolling. This was nothing new with him, the man knew he was good looking. I mean you’d have to be blind to not think so as well. But you know, can’t let his ego inflate too big. 

“I don’t know… I've seen better looking,” you shrug nonchalantly as you press the doorbell again, hoping someone was actually home. Yeah, you definitely should’ve called ahead. 

“What? Where? Who is he!? Wait, are you talking about that kid in marketing? What’s his name?” he instantly barrages you with a succession of questions, jealousy bleeding into his tone. “That pretty boy with the deep voice! You-”

He’s suddenly cut off by the jingling of a handle and the lock being turned, as the door swings open. Your mother stands before you, surprise marring her features. Features that remained the same after all these years, a few wrinkles showing her age joined the painting that was your mother’s face. You’d pictured—imagined—scenarios of seeing her again, of how it would go but the feelings you felt now were far more intense than anything your mind could conjure up. . 

You were sure the shock she wore was mirrored by you, as you stood there taking the other in. Your heart hammered away at your chest, pumping emotions into every vein throughout your body until it began to leak out of your eyes. As the first drop made it’s journey down your cheek, you stepped forward prompting your mother to mirror your actions, crashing into each other's arms. You didn’t realize you could miss someone so much and up until that point had been unaware that you had missed being held in the arms of your mother.

You could feel her tears seep through the shirt on your shoulder, happy greetings and words blubbered in excitement. Laughing you pull back enough to look at her, a watery smile greeting you. 

“I’ve missed you, Momma,” your voice trembling with the emotions overtaking you. 

“I’ve missed you too, sweet pea. I’m so happy to see you safe and healthy. I was worried you weren’t eating well this whole time. I know how you can get, you get too involved in what you’re working on and forget to eat,” your mother rambles on, word vomit just pouring out of her. All the words she hasn’t been able to share with you now fill the space between you. As a teenager you would’ve been annoyed, but now as a grown adult you were endeared by her light nagging. 

“She still does that,” Jin's voice catching both of your attention. “Not eat, I mean.”

You turn to him, a self-satisfied smile on his lips, and an incredulous look on yours. Wow, not even two minutes, and he was already selling you out to your mother. You shake your head at him, eyes trying to signal for him to stop. He simply chuckles back.

“Oh is that right?” Your mother gives you a look, before looking back at your handsome partner. “And who might this be?” Eyebrows raise in question to you. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry. Momma, this is my, um, fiancé, Kim Seokjin. Jin this is my mother,” you awkwardly introduce them. Biting the corner of your lip as you look at your mother out of the corner of your eye. 

She looks at you, surprised at your engaged status, which you hadn’t had the chance to bring up during the brief, rare calls home. You can see the message hidden in her eyes, we’ll talk about this later, before turning to Jin. “It's a pleasure to finally meet you. My, you’re a handsome one.”

You close your eyes and internally groan before turning to Jin pointing a cocky smile your way. He sure was annoying when he was proven right. Gloating prick.

He gives you a quick eyebrow wiggle before turning to smile at your mother. “You’re too kind, really,” acting embarrassed, as he rubs the back of his neck and bows in gratitude once more.

“Oh! And he’s modest!” your mothers cheers delightedly.

Wow, he pulled the fake modesty card. You shake your head at him as you quietly scoff, lips almost quirked in a smile, as he winks at you. He was something else. But he was your something else. He was worth it. Headaches, terrible jokes and all.

“So… is anyone else home?” you questioned, curious as to whether your father, or if any of your siblings, were around. You weren’t sure if they’d be as welcoming as your mother, but her warmth and acceptance of you returning gave you the confidence to continue forward. 

Your mother nods at you excitedly, wrapping an arm around yours and moving you towards the door. Jin follows behind amused as your mother explains how one of your aunts was visiting with her family, and how a couple of your siblings were in town. She went a mile a minute, spewing out even the latest family gossip—your father’s brother had cheated on his wife, your cousin had come out of the closet after being caught mid act (“What a scandalous event that was!”) and even how your mother’s eldest sister had beat breast cancer. 

You sighed happily as you let your mother lead the way, Jin flanking behind you. Man it felt good to be home.

“We got incredibly lucky,” you said loudly, as you placed a small pile of folded clothes in a drawer. Pacing back over to the suitcase on the bed, pulling out your underwear to place in the same drawer to one side. 

“What?” Jin called from the room over. 

“I said we got lucky!” you replied, voice louder than before.

“Lucky?”

“Yeah. We‘re lucky they didn’t charge a cancellation fee at the hotel.” 

Your mother, after making the rounds with the family, had insisted you stay in your old room. You were surprised that it had remained as you had left it. You were sure it would’ve been turned into a home gym by now, or a man cave for your brother that was still home. The fact that it was still intact, filled you with emotion. Your mother must have held out hope you’d come back, so when she insisted you agreed, unable to deny her request.

Of course there was the task of cancelling your hotel reservation, which everyone knows last minute cancellations come with some hefty cancellation fees. You felt bad as you had dialed the number on your cell, but Jin assured you it was fine and was worth it if you were happy. 

As Jin worked on unloading the luggage, you spoke with the concierge who upon looking up the reservation, gifted you with the surprise of not incurring a late fee. You had been surprised and tried to verify the cancellation policy to which the male on the other end confirmed there would be no charge and wished you a pleasant day. You returned the sentiment as you hung up and looked at your partner in mild stupor before relaying the information to which he raised his eyebrows and shrugged, bringing in the rest of your belongings. 

“You're still stuck on that?” he points out, humor ringing in his voice. 

“Well, isn’t it a bit surprising to you?” you huff, cheeks puffing a bit in a pout. 

“I guess…” he trails off momentarily. You could hear the gears turning before he returned with, “Maybe it’s because they saw who I was.”

“What? Why would that matter?” You had a feeling you knew where this was going, and could already feel your eyes preemptively rolling.

“Because, I’m the youngest, most handsome CEO in the nation.” A wheezing laugh following his words, almost sounding like windshield wipers.

Your eyes roll so hard, you see the back of your skull, and into an alternate universe. Why did you put up with him again? And as the sound of a door opening fills the space, you remember one of the reasons as he walks through the door. Towel wrapped loosely around his hips, muscles flexing as he rubbed his hair dry with another towel, he stood in all his glory. Your eyes chase drops of water running down his wet skin, swallowing hard where they disappear into the material knotted around his narrow hips. 

“Sweetheart, you’re making me blush with all the ogling,” he chuckles smugly. “I get it though.”

You snap out of your daze, eyes narrowing at his cocky face in annoyance. Shaking your head, you choose to ignore him—turning back to your bag, grabbing some of your toiletries to place on the dresser. Distracted by your task you don’t notice Jin walk up behind you, until you’re tugged back into his wet torso. 

“You know,” he mutters into your ear, “I haven’t forgotten that little quip from earlier.” One of his large hands slides up your body, finding its home wrapped around your jaw. He tilts your head back into his shoulder, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you further into his form. “You think that kid in the office is better looking than me.”

You take a few calming breaths, body becoming alert with excitement as Jin invades your space. Every word and touch begins to stir desire within you.

“I never said that. You assumed… you know what they say about when you assume,” you can’t help but gibe, lips tugging up in a smirk.

A growl rumbles through you as the grip on your jaw tightens slightly. “Don't be a smart ass… I’ve seen the way you look at him, when you think no one is aware. I’m not an idiot.” 

You chuckle, unable to help yourself. His jealous words turn you on more than they should. 

“I can’t help it if he’s pretty to look at,” you state complacently.

“Pretty?” he chuckles at your audacity, grip tightening slightly around your jaw. Swinging your jaw away from the direction of his face, the feel of his lips brushing the shell of your ear makes you shiver. “You do look at him. Tell me, do you fantasize about him?”

Your eyes shut, the warmth of his breath traveling through your trapped body; an aching starting to pulse between your thighs. Hands moving back to rest on his towel covered thighs to help maintain balance, but more importantly to assist in feeling grounded.

“You do, don't you…?” His nose nuzzles at your ear, lips pressing behind your ear. “Is that why you stare? Because you imagine what it would be like to have him inside you?” the arm wrapped around your waist loosens, hand traveling south to the apex of your thighs. 

You bite your lip, unable to answer his questions. His touch leaves trails of flames wherever they roam, burning any words from you. His words are simmering your blood. 

“Is your silence an admission?” he says with a slight edge to his voice. “You imagine him sliding into you? Taking you? As if you're his?” His grip on your jaw moves to your throat, fingers wrapping deliciously around the smooth muscle and flesh. 

“You’ll never be his,” he hisses. The hand between your thighs grips your core tightly, a whine escaping your lips at the slight pain and pleasure. “This,” grip tightening for emphasis, “is mine! Your cunt belongs to me. My cock will be the only one to ever claim it,” Jin growls into your ear, hips pressing his hard member into your ass. 

Fuck, that was enough to ruin your underwear. His words release the floodgates, slick escaping your lower lips to soak your panties. The growl rumbling against your back, and vibrating in your ear has your mind blanking for a moment, thighs clenching involuntarily around his wrist.

“Turned on by that?” he crows, self gratification filling every word. “Do you like hearing me claim you? The affirmation that no other man will ever ruin this pretty pussy like me?”

Your breath hitches, a strong pulse running through your body like seismic activity relaying that an eruption is imminent. With the way Jin is rutting into your back, hand gently petting your mound, it was only a matter of time before he had you bursting in ecstasy. 

His lips lightly trail up and down the shell of your ear, removing his hand from your throat to grip at your jaw and tilt your face up at him. Faces so close, your noses brush, breaths intermingling. He pulls back his head, looking down at you as the corner of his lip lifts in smirk just as he shoves his other hand under the band of your underwear. Long, warm fingers softly run over your lips, massaging gentle circles into them. 

Licking his luscious lips, he hisses when one his fingers swipes between your lips. “Fuck,” he groans, biting his thick lip. “You’re this wet from a few words... '' A finger swirling around your opening, spreading your juices. The digit slides up to your sensitive nub, giving it the same attention. Pressing down with a bit of pressure, rolling it around making you arch your back, eyes clenching. 

You feel Jin nudge your nose with his own, brushing his lips against yours. Eyes fluttering open, they meet his dark eyes, completely blow black from his arousal. Pink muscle slipping from his lips, sliding across yours teasingly while his hips slowly press against yours to get a bit of relief as your hands grip the towel resting over his flexing thighs. Your lips part, inviting his devilish tongue in, the prelude of you parting your legs for his length. 

Taking the invitation, Jin shoves his tongue into your awaiting mouth. The moist muscle wrestling with yours as you kiss each other desperately. Both of you beyond the point of slow and steady when he shoves two digits into your core, his mouth trapping the groan he rips out of you. With no patience, the digits set a steady pace as his palm presses into your clit. Your hips buck at the sudden onslaught of stimulation. Your lips crash against each other like waves, teeth clacking as you try to get closer. 

He pulls back from the kiss provoking a whine from you. His jaw clenches as his fingers fuck into your hole, scissoring your walls, preparing you for him. You press your ass into him, feeling how hard he is, your walls quiver around his fingers. 

“No more,” you moan quietly. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much?” he lazily grins down at you, grinding the palm of his palm down on your nub.

Your eyebrows pinch at the stimulation, lips parting without a sound escaping before you’re able to gather your senses again. “No… no more foreplay.” Your lusty gaze meets his, your chest heaving as you try to even it out. “I want you inside me now,” reaffirming how it was only him you wanted. 

He pulls you into a hard kiss, pulling his hand out of your pants. Releasing your jaw, he yanks your pants and underwear down your thighs. Lifting your legs to kick them off, he rotates your bodies to walk you back into the bed, nearly ripping your shirt off you. You almost fall as your legs hit the bed, ripping his lips from yours. You both gasp for air as you stare at each other for a moment. 

His hand slides into your hair, scratching soothingly at your scalp before gripping it in a firm hold. Turning your face to the side, he leans in, licking a stripe up your neck to your ear. He takes the lobe of your ear between his teeth teasingly tugging it. Pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, he nuzzles the hair behind it, breath tickling your ear pleasurably.

“Turn around. I want you bent over this bed, with your ass in the air for me. I want to see how your cunt weeps for me.” 

His words strike a hard cord within you, goosebumps appearing all over your flesh. You bite your lip, turning your body away from him and move into position. Feeling it wasn’t enough, he uses the grip on your strands to push you down further into the comforter, back completely arched now. 

Strands slipping between his fingers as he removes his hand, the other palms your ass cheek, pulling it to the side to look at your core. The groan that leaves him makes you clench. 

“Look how pretty… so wet and inviting. Look how your hole clenches, begging for my dick.” His other hand grabs onto the opposite cheek, pulling it away to open you even more to him. Pressing his hips to yours, he slots his length against your soaked lips. Slowly rubbing his member up and down, lubricating himself with your slick.

Every word makes you clench, the desire raging inside you growing desperate for him to fill you. Every throb of the thick shaft almost makes you delirious. 

Eyes previously squeezed shut flutter open, as your hands grip the comforter. A childish print catches your attention, suddenly the realization hits you. You’re back at your childhood home, in a house full of relatives. You weren’t alone in this house, and they weren’t asleep. Now that you had awareness, you could hear them beyond the door chattering. You had let lust get away with you. 

“Jin wait…” you hiss.

He stops all movement, one of hands gently petting your lower back. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” worry slipping into his words.

“No no. You didn’t hurt me. I just… I realized we’re not alone. We can’t do this here. My family is right out there,” you explain in a loud whisper, trying to look at him over your shoulder.

Silence reigns for a moment.

“So?” Jin's single word pierces the quiet.

“What?” you question, baffled by his nonchalance.

“What does that matter?” He shifts before pressing against you, the head of his cock prodding at your bud. He leans over your back, hands resting on your hips. “It doesn’t bother me, and it never has to you either. You never complain when I fuck you in my office, surrounded by all of our coworkers... our employees.” 

You swallow hard.

“In fact, you love initiating it. Teasing me in front of them, riling me up.” His hips thrust, length slipping between your lower lips, cushioned comfortably between them.

“T-that’s different.” you try to argue, but his throbbing manhood against you makes it hard. “Thi-this is my family… who I haven't seen in a long time. I can’t h-have them thinking badly of me.”

He’s quiet but for a minute before wrapping a hand around your mouth. “Then you better keep quiet,” is the quick warning he hisses in your ear as he pushes his length into you.

His hand traps the sound of your yelp. Your walls stretch deliciously but sting at his abrupt intrusion as he buries himself completely. He doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust, placing gentle kisses over your shoulder. His hand massages circles into your hip. 

Unable to verbally notify him it was okay to move, you opt for using your hips as you push back against him. Getting the hint, his hips pull back slowly before pushing back in at the same agonizingly passive pace. Lips still pressing kisses to your soft skin, hips lazily snapping into you . 

You whine, wanting more. 

“Needy already,” he chuckles and places one last kiss to your flesh before standing to his full height. Both hands now resting on your hips, pulling you back so he can grind himself inside your spongy walls. “Remember, not a sound. Your family is out there.”

What a jackass, you can’t help but think as you glare back at him, that damn cocky smile on his lips. You open your mouth to retort but it quickly snaps shut as he pulls back and snaps back in. The action was so hard, you almost thought he’d speared straight into your stomach. 

He slides out slowly again before plunging roughly back in. Filling you so completely, each hard impale burning pleasurably. Hands sliding to push your cheeks apart, he watches himself disappear between your folds as he sets a steady pace. 

The sound of your sex gushing with each probe of his shaft makes you grow wetter. Slick running down the inside of your thighs, as he pushes it out of you, clit pulsing with each invasion. 

It isn’t long before he angles his hips, in search of that spot he enjoys so much. It’s with one particular push that he finds it, as you lifted onto your toes and arched your back signaling him. A whine trapped behind teeth that bite down hard on your lips as he hits it again is all the confirmation he needs.

He sets about burrowing into you, head meeting that patch of spongy tissue over and over;building an inferno in the pit of your stomach with each visit. Your legs begin to tremble as you part your lips. 

“H-harder, please,” you quietly moan, almost breathless, trying to keep your volume down. 

“Whatever my baby wants, she gets.” His thrusts turn piercing. Hips smacking into yours hard, hands gripping you bruisingly hard. Over the smacks of your hips that filled the room, you can hear him groan softly with each shove. It made you clench around him, causing his hips to stutter briefly before returning to their bruising pace.

“Your pussy is so hot and wet. You're soaking my thighs baby,” he groans out, smacking into you harder. “Squeezing me so tight, begging me to fuck you harder.” 

A smack to your behind pulls a yelp from you. Panicking, you bring a hand to cover your mouth, hoping no one heard that. Worry niggling at you again before it’s promptly fucked right out of you by Jin's hips speeding up their brutal pace. 

“I wish I could hear you baby,” he rasps, sounding just as breathless as you are. “I want to hear you moan for me… begging to cum… I want to hear you scream my name.”

You feel the bed dip beside you, as he places a foot down. Elevating his leg, he creates a new angle to spear your core. Hands finding purchase above your hips, he anchors his hold, hips pulled back. 

“Remember… we don't want to get found out.”

With those words he pushes into you quickly and roughly. Each thrust drags you to and fro on the bed, rubbing your nipples raw against the material. His hips unrelenting in their assault of you. Pistoning deep, making sure to brush your g-spot with each insertion. 

His actions have you crying into the comforter, as it catches and cushions your cries, groans and mantras of his name. Hands clenching the material so tight, your fingers were going numb. You wanted to fuck back into him, but his tight grip on you and his brutal pace allowed no room to. 

“Fuck your so good to me. Your pussy is so perfect. So tight and warm. And it's. Only. Mine.” Accentuating each word with a sharp thrust. Laying his full claim to your core.

Fingers wrapping in your tangled strands, he guides you to stand, back leaning against his chest as the other hand grips your throat, fingers pressing down on your pressure points. The pressure fueling the fire of your impending orgasm, as the new angle only adds fuel to the already roaring wildfire. 

“Who does your cunt belong to?” he growls into your ear.

You hardly breath, nevermind gracing him with an answer. But as he adds pressure to your throat, you gasp out, “You.”

“That’s right,” he moans, self-satisfied, slowing his pace to grind into you slow and deep. “Mine. Only mine to ruin. Only mine to paint with my cum.” 

His words hit you hard, as you clench hard around him, groaning in sync with him as waves pulse through you. You were so close, you knew he could tell as the fingers previously tangled in your hair, now pressed circles into the bundle of nerves buried in your folds. 

You throw your head back, gasps of air leaving your parted lips. Your nails dig into the sweaty flesh of his thighs, hips bucking back into his. You try your hardest to not be too loud, as your face twists into nothing but pure pleasure. 

You were so close, so close you were quietly pleading Jin to cum. His name becomes a prayer on your lips, that fuels his own need. The sound of his name desperately falling from your lips makes him almost feral in the way he fucks you. Plunging into you so hard and fast, that the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping flesh could be heard through the room, the sound accompanied by the filthy sounds of your dripping arousal. 

A guttural moan leaves your lips, as he pinches your bud, which he promptly cuts off by slotting his mouth over yours. Kissing you greedly, wanting to swallow every wanton sound.

The next moment, a fire spreads through your veins, as your whole body seizes at the arrival of your orgasm. Loud moans of pleasure, swallowed as promised by Jin's mouth as he kisses you sloppily. Your hips buck into his digits as they continue to stimulate your nub. 

Jin’s hips continue to push through your ever tightening walls and begin to stutter in their assault, just before he pushes deep inside as you feel him paint your walls. Now it’s your turn to ingest all the sounds of his orgasm. The hand around your throat tightens, making you light headed with pleasure, as his other hand over stimulates your nub, thighs tightening to stop him. 

Milking himself dry, he soon slows down and comes to a complete stop. Pulling your lips apart, a string of saliva keeps your bruised lips connected. The grip around your hips sustains your standing position, as your legs feel weak post orgasm. 

Jin’s ever softening length, slips out of you making you both shiver. Gentle as he could be, he guides you to take a seat on the bed. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all?” He looks you over, checking for any bruises from his manhandling.

This is what made him such an amazing lover. How caring he is about his partner after making love to them. It was always so fascinating to see him turn from domineering to self-effacing. Always taking care to ask how you felt after, soothing any places he may have gone too far and holding you gently in his arms. 

It simply warms your heart, as you smile up at his broad shouldered form standing before you. Placing a hand over the one he’d placed on your cheek and giving it a reassuring squeeze, you say, “I’m fine, Jin. I always am when I'm with you,” 

He beams down at you just before he places a kiss lovingly on your forehead. Thumb caressing your cheek, resting his forehead against yours. A warmth radiating from his eyes as he traps you in his gaze. 

“I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat at the words said so simply, stomach a buzz with a storm of bees. You would never tire of hearing him say them to you, always feeling like the first time he’d confessed the depth of his feelings. 

“I love you more,” you return, biting your lip giddily. 

A smile reaches his eyes, as he grins widely. His cheeks puff up, giving him the look of an adorable squirrel storing acorns. His lips press to yours, no movement necessary. Just a simple press, feeling more intimate than what you had previously been engaged in. 

He pulls back with a questioning look in his eyes, when he feels you shiver, almost spilling from his lips before you speak.

“Sorry, um just felt it slipping out of me,” you murmur, embarrassed, eyes not meeting his.

He chuckles, wide shoulders shaking in his mirth. Kissing you again he mutters, “You’re so cute sometimes.” 

Slipping an arm around your back and one beneath your knees, he lifts you effortlessly. You wrap your arms around his neck, looking at him in confusion. He ignores your inquisitive eyes, making his way to the door he’d left not long before that led to your en suite bathroom.

“I think we should take a shower.”

“You just had a shower.”

“Yes, but after working up a sweat I need another, and together we can help preserve water.”

You roll your eyes, skeptical of him. “Sure, but no funny business!”

“No promises.”

You disappear into the bathroom with you protesting and Jin laughing.

You had been back home for a couple of days, and it had been enjoyable to say the least. Getting settled in, introducing Jin to more of your family that stopped by when they heard about your return, catching up with the extended family, and even some of your friends who still lived in town. 

Jin seemed happy to be able to relax, your family welcoming him completely. He had admitted to you how much he appreciated being welcomed with open arms. He loved how large your family was, and the affection they shared so easily, compared to his small family of just his parents and himself. 

You knew he also loved that they ate up his terrible jokes like hotcakes. Not to mention how your mother seemed to love cooking him meals, always blushing when he praised the meals and asking for seconds. It was also obvious how much your family stroked his ego when they complimented his looks. You knew this would be bad once the time came for you to go back to your shared home, ego so inflated you weren’t sure you’d be able to fit in the car with him. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t content at how things had turned out. 

You had only gone out once since arriving, taking a stroll through the new town center, hands held in his as he listened attentively to you recount tales of your childhood. Every so often you’d stop and point out a location, describing what once took up residence in the spot of a newly erected business or apartment complex. You had stayed out till the sun had begun to make its descent, ice creams in hand as you walked back to your home.

It was that same evening upon returning home to have dinner with your family—filling your family in on your adventures—that your mother informed you about the state of your favorite place growing up. Feeling your heart drop, as she described it in more detail. When you had made your way to your room afterwards, Jin had stopped you and asked you if you wanted to visit the location. After hearing your mother’s disheartening news you weren’t sure, but Jin simply encouraged you to go see it with your own eyes.

That’s how you now found yourself tripping over a root as you trekked through the small forest not far from your parent’s home. A large hand steadying you before you eat dirt, you murmur a thank you before continuing on your way. It’s not long before you reach a clearing, that only cements your mother’s words as true. Your sad eyes survey the once beautiful lake, now nothing but a public garbage disposal. The water was murky, filled with so much debris and garbage it looked like sludge. The land surrounding the water was no better. The once pristine swimming hole was now a small landfill. 

Placing a hand on your shoulder, you feel Jin give you a comforting squeeze. You rest your hand over his, intertwining your fingers, you sigh defeatedly, turning to bury your face in his chest. Wrapping his arms around you, he kisses the crown of your head and lays his cheek on it. The two of you bathe in the silence, all signs of forest life now muted in the wake of the destruction of their home. You doubted anyone even still lived here, the land so completely uninhabitable. 

“This place used to be so beautiful,” you muse dejectedly, laying your cheek over his heart. “So full of life…”

Jin glides his fingers through your hair, listening closely.

“As a kid, I used to think this was the secret home of a fairy kingdom. Where a kind prince ruled over his subjects with a gentle fist. Adding color, and brilliance to nature here. At least, that’s the story my mother would tell,” you regale him, hands clutching his thin shirt. 

“When she would bring my siblings and I here, and the water shimmered so beautifully, she’d say it was the fairy prince welcoming us to play in his kingdom. And when we’d visit in the evening once the sun had dipped down, balls of blinking lights dancing through the cool air, she’d say they were the fairies dancing in glee at our visit.”

You could feel tears form behind your lash line, tilting your head up as to not let them fall. You feel childish speaking of fairy tales to your fiancé, growing upset to the point you’re about to cry over it. Yet you couldn’t help yourself. This place was such a large part of your childhood, and if you were honest with yourself, it was the place you had been most anxious to visit. To see it destroyed to this degree broke your heart. 

Sensing the dive in your emotions, Jin pulls back, taking your face in his hands, eyes roaming over your face in sympathy. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Maybe we can do something.”

You tilt your head, wondering what he could mean. Blinking up at him, wet lashes sticking together. “What do you mean?” 

Placidly smiling down at you, his thumb wipes away the stray tears beneath your eyes. “I don’t know, maybe we could try to clean up. Try to restore it to its former glory,” he shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets, eyes sweeping the clearing. 

You stupidly blink at him, mouth slightly ajar. Your heart begins to swell with so much affection that it feels as if it could pop out of your chest. The waterworks come back full force, lips trembling with emotion. 

Noticing your silence he glances back to you, eyes widening with panic, hands hovering in front of him in uncertainty. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” 

Shaking your head, you throw your arms around him. Burrowing your face into his neck, standing on your tiptoes. “I love you so much,” you tearfully declare. 

He returns your hold, lifting you up, an affectionate smile pulling at his plump lips. “What’s all this for, you big softie?” he teasingly murmurs.

“I just… I just feel so lucky to be with you.” You can’t help the emotions pouring out of you, unable to keep them inside when it comes to him. You weren’t sure what you had done in this life to deserve him, but you swore to whatever entity was out there that you would prove yourself worthy of him. For all the days you were gifted with being by his side, you would be the best partner possible. 

“Well you are pretty blessed to look upon this handsome face every day.” 

You smack his arm, body shaking with restrained laughter. “You’re incorrigible!” you exclaim, barely containing the joy glowing on your face. 

Windshield wiper screeches fill the air, as he backs away from you rubbing at the spot you’d hit. His laugh was something uniquely him that always called attention. No matter whether you found it odd, or not, it always made you join him. It was a trait you found completely endearing.

Your laughs begin to quiet, a few residual chuckles escaping you. You look at each other, affection and mirth mirroring one another. 

“Did you really mean it?”

He hums questioningly, raising his brows.

“About trying to clean up here?” 

“Of course, I do,” he nods. “We’ve still got a few more days left here. We can go buy industrial trash bags, maybe some equipment to help us pick up the garbage, and we’ll definitely need some protection,” he continues to list off.

A smile growing on your own lips, you hug his arm, squirming against him excitedly. “Okay! Let’s do it!”

“Yeah?” he questions, amused at your behavior. You nod enthusiastically and chuckle, beginning to walk off. “Well, what are we waiting for? No time like the present right?”

You agree, a pep to your step excitedly discussing the possibility of hopefully saving a part of your childhood.

“It’s so hot!” you whine, stretching your aching back as you wipe the sweat from your forehead. You roll your neck, trying to loosen your tense muscles from being hunched over with the trash pick-up stick. 

Since your first visit to the Fae Kingdom, which you had taken to calling it affectionately, you had spent the last few days clearing the area around the body of sludge. It was hard labor and the two of you always arrived home sorely exhausted, passing out as soon as your bodies hit the bed. On a couple of occasions, your siblings joined you carrying some of the workload. 

Thanks to their help and the determination to see things through, you were actually able to now see the floor of the hidden glade. There wasn’t much trash left, so you were currently taking care of what was left while Jin was using a pool skimmer to collect the junk in the lake. 

It was a particularly sunny, and humid day. The air felt incredibly thick with moisture, making it a bit harder to breathe. Not to mention how you were sweating buckets. You had both shed some layers, hating how uncomfortable it felt to have the fabric sticking to your skin. 

After complaining about the heat, you toss your stick on the ground, making your way over to a small blanket you laid out to take breaks. Lowering onto your knees, you grab a bottle of water and take a generous gulp. The cool liquid soothes your rising body temperature. Capping the bottle, you roll it on your forehead, trying to cool yourself down. 

Rolling back on your knees, you land with a soft thud on your behind, enjoying the shade the tall trees provided. Taking a deep breath, you release it slowly before choking on it. Coughing violently, as your eyes almost bug out of your head. 

Standing about ten feet in front of you, by the edge of the water was a broad shouldered god. Muscles flexing beneath lightly sun kissed skin, beads of sweat rolling down his back, burly arms bulging with each bend as he lifts the skimmer out of the water. 

How in the hell was this herculean man real? 

You sigh in awe, before looking up, hands clasped together as you whisper a thank you up above. 

“What are you doing?”

You jump as his voice breaks the quiet atmosphere. Your eyes hastily fall on him as you reply in a high pitch, “Nothing!” Your cheeks begin to warm, staining with embarrassment.

His brows pinch, not fully believing you. Shaking his head, he turns to shake the skimmer into a large black bag. Setting it to the side, he swipes sweat off his brow. He turns and makes his way to you, pulling the work gloves off his large hands, stuffing them in the back pocket of his dark jeans. Coming to a stop at the edge of the blanket, he crouches down reaching his hand out for a drink. 

Leaning back, you pull a cool bottle out of the cooler and hand it to him. You watch as he takes a large swig, before swiftly emptying the rest over his head. Brushing his hair back, his dark eyes rest on you. One corner of his plush lips pulls up at the unhidden admiration on your face. 

“Come here.” He crooks a finger, signalling you closer. 

You blink, lifting up and shuffling on your knees over to him. His hand locks behind your neck pulling you in to steal a kiss, lips brushing yours affectionately. One of your hands finds purchase on a burly shoulder to steady yourself. He pulls back, placing a succession of quick pecks over your pouting lips, pulling giggles out of you.

“I’m sorry. I suddenly realized I hadn't kissed the most beautiful woman today. It had to be quickly amended.”

A large grin breaks over your face at his cheesy words. 

“You’re such a charmer, Mr. Kim.”

His eyes flash, tongue swiping over his thick lower lip. “Am I? Does that mean I can charm you out of these?” he teases, fingers tugging at your shorts. 

You swallow hard, painfully aware of the  warm thrum between your thighs. Biting your lip, a protest on the tip of your tongue threatens to expose the unabashed yearning of your heat.

Before you can utter a word, his lips are yours again. The hand behind your neck pulls you closer as he leans over you. A hand on your waist guides you to lie on the blanketed ground, his knee nudging your legs apart to settle between them comfortably. He kisses you languishly, hand releasing your soft strands and sliding to your cheek as he rests his weight on the arm placed by your head. Hips grinding in lazy circles against your mound, drawing a quiet moan. 

Suffice to say all thoughts of the heat are replaced by a different kind of heat as your hands slide up the plane of muscles you had been admiring not long ago. You feel every flex of his back as his hips continue their languorous movements. You bend your knees, widening the space for him invitingly. 

It’s as his hand descends to take hold of your left breast that you hear something in the distance. You ignore it thinking maybe it was a rustling branch or bush. Giving your breast a squeeze, Jin spreads even more heat to your core, and just as you’re about to groan your breath hitches as the sounds are closer this time. 

“Jin! Sis! Are you guys here?”

Your eyes bug open, staring into Jin's equally stunned gaze before you both spring apart. A tangle of limbs, wrestling to separate from each other. It’s when you’re finally sitting in your own personal spaces that you notice a hitch in your situation. Jin’s erection was pitching a lovely tent in his semi loose jeans. His hands covered it, a pained look on his face as he cursed. Hearing the crunch of leaves close by springs you into action just as your siblings walk out of the tree line. 

“Oh there you guys are,” the oldest declares, pointing you out to the others.

You smile over at them innocently from your position between Jin's legs, back resting against his naked chest, his arms resting around your waist. You both wave at them, thanking powers at be for the humidity today helping to disguise your flushed skin. 

“Oh, hey! We didn’t know you guys were coming by today.” Jin greets nonchalantly, raising an arm to wave at them.

“Well,” the youngest speaks up this time, hand rubbing the back of their neck, ”we weren’t going to but when we realized what the weather was like out, we couldn’t let you guys deal with it all alone.”

You can’t help but smile at them in appreciation. “Thank you guys, you really didn’t have to.”

“This is our waterhole, we have to help too,” your middle sibling declares, pounding a fist into their chest dramatically. 

You roll your eyes as they grin at you.

“Well let’s get to it, fam!” cheers the youngest.

“We’ll join you in a moment, just taking a short break,” you inform them.

“No worries, take your time. This heat is no joke.” They wave you off as they set up their equipment and bags.

You realise a sigh, reiterating your thanks as they go about cleaning. You watch them a moment before twisting your head to the side. “You wanna get a hold on yourself now?” you hiss over your shoulder. Jin’s prominent erection poking at your back, showing no signs of deflating any time soon. 

He wraps his arms around you pulling closer. “I can’t help it, not when that perfect ass keeps pushing back on me.” he whispers into your ear. “And did you know your shoulders turn me on too? They’re so perfect for grabbing onto when I fuck into you from be-”

A yelp of pain gets your sibling’s attention, heads swiveling to look over you guys. Jin folded over, hand clutching at his right side where you’d elbowed him. 

“He’s got a stitch in his side from cleaning out the lake. Sorry to scare you guys,” you give as an explanation, waving off their concerned gazes. Feeling bad, your oldest sibling decides to take over lake duty, telling you guys to take your time resting. 

You nod gratefully, before turning your attention back to the frustratingly handsome man behind you. “Get a hold of yourself! Or you won’t be touching me for the next week!”

He looks at you in indignation, sputtering to find a response. “You can’t do that! We leave in a few days! We can finally go back to loud unfiltered sex!” 

You twist around and smack a hand over his mouth. “I’m not kidding! Get it together, my siblings are here,” your eyes blazing with intent. 

He removes your hand as he clears his throat. A playful glint in his eyes before he opens his obnoxious mouth. “You know you’re hot when you’re angry?” he manages before breaking out into his signature high pitched laugh. 

Face flushing in annoyance, you smack his bare arm. “Fine! Good luck hiding it on your own!” you fume, leaning forward to push yourself up. 

You don’t get far, as he cages you quickly with his arms, pulling you back against him, a panicked no permeating the humid air. You huff, as you feel the wind almost knock out of you at the force he uses to pull you back into place. 

“Well are you gonna behave?” an unsaid ultimatum weaved into the question.

“Ah! It’s not my fault you’re so attractive! How can you blame me like this!” he continues to whine, like a petulant child not allowed to play with their favorite toy. 

The pair of you continue to bicker, as your siblings slave away in restoring the clearing. It’s not long before they grow hot, exhausted by the muggy air engulfing them. Their patience and kindness waning, complaints for you both to hurry and join them—which you promptly do, with bottles of water in hand to help them cool down. Your small group makes quick work of the left over trash, as Jin takes care of what’s left in the lake. 

The sun was just beginning it’s descent, stars just barely dotting across the darkening sky, when your small rag tag group finally finished; spent bodies leaning on each other, as weary eyes surveyed your hard work. It wasn’t what it once was, but it looked damn well on its way there and you couldn’t help the happy tears that brimmed your waterline. The arm around your shoulder gives you a quick squeeze, Jin's voice filling the air thanking everyone for their hard work.

The evening chill that cools your sweat soaked layers has the small group shivering. Giving the place one last sweep, you all agree to high tail it back for much needed showers and rest. 

Tomorrow would be your last full day there and you wanted to make sure of one last thing. You would be trying to find a way to purify the lake water. You had been doing research and had read about techniques aiming to bring a lake back to or closer to man-made undisturbed conditions. You had found a lake restoration company not far outside of the town. Jin had already agreed to accompany you, willing to help in any way possible as you brought it up before going to bed that night. You had happily accepted, beholden by the revival of the Fae Kingdom.

The night was comfortably warm, filled with happy chatter in the beautiful glade. Fairy lights lit the area in a soft glow as many visitors sat around the lake, eating meals they had just pulled off grills or brought with them from home. Small clusters of families or couples relaxed after a day of fun and thrills. 

Somewhere someone had brought a speaker, a soft pop melody permeating the air, as you quietly sing along to it, swaying in your fiance’s arms, his own angelic voice serenading you. Your family surrounded you, their loud boisterous laughs bringing you joy and comfort. 

It had been a year since your visit, a year of the lake restoration working its magic. A year of love and care for the watering hole, which was almost a mirror of its former glory. Beautiful shades of green once more filling in patches of the ground, all the colors of the rainbow blooming, giving the space vibrance and life. There were signs of life all around you as creatures began to inhabit the area once more. 

But the most amazing part is being able to witness the breathtaking globes of light that dance before your eyes. Soft, blinking lights that waltz around, unbothered by the visitors. The fairies had returned, they had come back home to their kingdom. 

“They’re happy.”

“Huh,” you ask dumbly, breaking out of your reverie.

“The fairies, they’re happy to see you,” he voices.

A tender smile rests on his lips when you turn to him. He remembered. The childish story you had told him. And it’s in that moment, with blinking lights reflecting around him that you come to a realization. 

“You’re the fairy prince. Well, you’re my real fairy prince,” you admit quietly.

He looks down at you, eyes searching yours before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and pulling your back flush against him.

“I guess that makes you the future princess of the Fae Kingdom.”

You cling to his arms happily, taking in the gorgeous scenery before you. 

“Besides, it only makes sense that someone as good looking as me is royalty.”

“And there goes the moment,” you grumble as you leave the safe space of his arms to join your family in their merriment. 

“Hey! You know it’s true!” he exclaims, chasing after you, accompanied by a squeaking laugh.

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THIS DIDN’T HAPPEN | TSUKISHIMA KEI

HAIKYUU!! MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: Tsukishima Kei would never admit that he happens to like receiving affection quite a bit, only from Y/N L/N of course, and only if no one ever finds out about it. 

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

WARNINGS: honestly i think this is cute, but theres some angst oops, pining, unedited, kissing, kinda sad if you can read between the lines, season three spoilers

A/N: tsukki lovers come get your juice. also if you can’t tell im in the mood for haikyuu!! and tsukki so... rip the wips and requests i said i’d get done but it’ll happen eventually 

“Can I hug you?”

How did he end up here? A fantastic question that he cannot find the answer for as he looks down at Y/N, who’d insisted he walk her to the girl’s dorm. He probably should’ve predicted that she’d ask about his sudden change of pace, but Tsukishima doubted he ever would’ve predicted she’d ask to hug him. Especially since he definitely hadn’t been the nicest to her.

“This didn’t happen.” 

That’s all Tsukishima says as he awkwardly winds his arms arounds Y/N’s form. She hums in response, and Y/N has a feeling if he could see the grin on her face he’d pull away almost immediately. Which is why she’d buried her face in his chest, arms around his body as they stand just outside dorms they’ve been residing in during their stay at the training camp alongside the other teams. 

Tsukishima doesn’t know why he agreed to this. He’s not sure he wants to as he feels Y/N’s breath against his chest, causing his cheeks to warm. During the walk she’d confronted him and he’d— for some reason — told her that he didn’t intend to get left behind Hinata and Kageyama; who’d improved quite a bit it appeared. Even if Volleyball meant absolutely nothing to him.

And then she asked to hug him. Y/N just had a feeling he could use one, though, if she was honest, Y/N had expected a hard no. She’d expected him to criticize her for asking such a childish question, she’d expected teasing and cruel remarks about how ridiculous the idea was. Tsukishima had never been affectionate, or at least openly affectionate. He was never involved in team hugs, hugs in general, not even a simple fist bump from Tanaka. 

And yet here he was, agreeing to a hug from Y/N L/N, one of the new managers of the Karasuno Volleyball Club. 

“This didn’t happen.” Came her response, her words of agreement were muffled against Tsukishima’s chest, but he’d heard her. They had an understanding. 

And he’d never admit it, but it was nice. Hugging someone. Holding someone in his arms. Tsukishima hadn’t actually accepted affection in a while, maybe it was because one of the only people he’d been close with in his life— the one person he looked up to — ended up being a liar. Maybe its because a small part of him wanted to maintain his reputation as a coldhearted jerk, or maybe its because he just hadn’t found someone’s affection he enjoyed.

Until now, of course. There was something different about having Y/N in his arms, something comforting about her presence that made him feel compelled to answer the questions she asked as she pried about his sudden change in attitude. It’s not like they were close, though he tolerated her when she’d simply started coming to club meeting; apparently she’d known Tanaka from middle school, and decided to visit him at the club, until one day it became a daily thing. They ended up giving her the title of manager after she to work alongside Kiyoko. Y/N had even helped tutor those idiots, Kageyama and Hinata, something Tsukishima somehow got roped into. After that, he had a newfound respect for the girl.

It wasn’t that he liked her. He would never like Y/N. She just helped manage the club, and Volleyball was just a sport. Besides, they’d never be that close again, never hug again, never exchange any affection at all, ever again.

He broke that promise fairly quickly. 

Yamaguchi had insisted that he and Tsukishima start joining the rest of the team on their walk home, mentioning how they could stop by Ukai’s convenience store and pick up some food if they so pleased. And maybe that was what convinced him— though Yamaguchi had a feeling the mention of Y/N’s name had a little bit of influence on the decision as well — maybe not. 

It didn’t take long for Tsukishima to realize that as everyone slowly branched off into their respective neighborhoods, Y/N had yet to do the same. Apparently she lived the farthest from Karasuno of the bunch, which is why Tanaka had tried to offer to walk her home. 

She’d rejected the idea entirely, seeing as he’d have to walk back home in the dark by the time she’d gotten to her home. The idea didn’t sit right with Y/N, so Tanaka had left Yamaguchi, Tsukishima and Y/N on their own. 

Y/N didn’t miss the look Yamaguchi gave Tsukishima as he remained by her side, tilting her head in confusion and the blonde waved his friend off and continued walking alongside Y/N. She decided it was best not to question it, they were already a questionable pair of friends and Y/N wouldn’t be shocked if they had some sort of secret code they communicated through.

When she suggested this of course, Tsukishima called her an idiot.

“That’s not very nice, Tsukki.”

If Tsukishima was honest he should’ve kept walking alongside Yamaguchi a while ago, and yet here he was, alongside Y/N. He was pretty grateful she had yet to mention it, especially since he didn’t really favor lying, and he didn’t really have an explanation as to why he decided to walk her home.

It just felt right. 

“Well it’s a stupid idea.” Came his response, nose scrunching up at the nickname. Only Yamaguchi called him that, not that he had a problem with Y/N using the nickname as well. 

Y/N raised a brow, “I don’t think so, you’re smart enough to make a secret code or something.” A smile found its way onto her face as she looked over to him, playfully bumping into his side as she continued, “you probably use it to write about conspiracy theories or something.” 

“I’m not a conspiracy theorist, Y/N.” He side eyes the girl, scoffing at her words as he pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose in an attempt to distract from the warmth that flooded his chest. 

Y/N hummed in reply, looking to him as she asked, “so you don’t believe that lizard people run society?” 

Tsukishima’s brows furrowed as he looked to her incredulously, “absolutely not.” 

“Sounds like something a lizard person would say.” Came her reply, a grin on her face as she came to a stop, likely in front of her home. 

“Did you just suggest that I’m a lizard person?”

“Maybe.”

There was no way he liked Y/N L/N. In that moment, he made another promise to himself, Tsukishima Kei swore he would never like Y/N L/N, someone who was apparently a lizard person fanatic and insisted that he was a conspiracy theorist. 

A silence encompasses the two as Y/N looks up at him curiously, eyes falling over his face as a small hum leaves her lips. Tsukishima doesn’t know why exactly he lets it happen, why he lets her gently grab his chin, bringing him close to press a kiss to his cheek, “thanks for walking me home, Tsukki.” When she releases his face, she turns on her heel, heading toward her door, but not before saying, “try not to get home too late, and text Yamaguchi— he’s probably worried about you.” 

Okay, so maybe he would break this promise faster than last time. 

“This didn’t happen.” He manages to call out to her, watching as she makes her way down the cobblestone path to her front door. 

Y/N looks over her shoulder, a smirk on her face as she offers him a wave, “this didn’t happen!” She called back in agreement, stepping inside her home and shutting the door behind him. 

A lot faster than last time. 

He has no idea why he didn’t stop her the first time, when she asked. And he doesn’t know why he didn’t stop her now, or the next time, or the time after that. Tsukishima probably should’ve known better, he should’ve stopped indulging himself with her presence.

And yet sitting on his bed, lying on his side watching her, he knows there was no stopping this. Y/N is smirking, clearly noticing his gaze on her as she continues to silently read from her textbook, writing things down into her notebook on occasion. He almost gets frustrated at the sight, brows furrowing before he returns his eyes to his own textbook

Tsukishima probably would’ve finished a while ago had it not been for her, it’s not that Y/N had done anything, but her presence only served as a distraction at this point, leaving Tsukishima wondering just why he invited her. He can’t remember the reasoning behind his actions, but he has a feeling it wasn’t worth the lack of productivity that came with her visit. 

“Have you done anything?” 

As much as Tsukishima admired how observant Y/N was, he currently despised this trait of hers as he slammed the textbook shut, “yes.” It was a lie, Tsukishima had never been so unproductive in his life, and he hated it. He hated everything about this stupid project, especially the fact that she was his partner. 

A laugh escaped her, earning a glare from Tsukishima, “you’re so scary.” She says, though its clear she’s teasing him as she comes to pat his cheek condescendingly, accompanied by a mocking tone and an annoying smirk.

“Whatever.” He grumbles, tossing the textbook off the bed before falling back against his bed. 

Y/N hums, eyes falling over his figure as she nods to herself. “I see.”

Tsukishima scoffs at her words, lifting his head up to meet her gaze with a glare, “see what?”

Her grin only widens at his words as she shuts her own textbook, placing it on the nightstand beside her alongside her notebook before allowing herself to collapse into Tsukishima’s pillows. “You’re grumpy—” She turns to her side, lifting her arm up, “because you want a hug.”

Tsukishima looks at her incredulously, rolling his eyes as he brings his hands to his face, causing Y/N to lower her arm as she pouts. “You’re stupid.” He mumbles, watching her push up onto her elbows.

“And you’re a touch-starved grump.” Comes her reply, prying his hands form his forehead to gently remove his glasses, reaching over him to place it on the other nightstand before returning to her side of the bed. She lifts her arm once more, looking to Tsukishima expectantly. 

He inhales deeply, looking away in an attempt to maintain some of his pride when he feels his cheeks redden. “We have work to do.”

“The project isn’t due for another two weeks, Kei.” 

Tsukishima finds himself trying to glare at her, though it fails when he realizes she’s said his first name and he can’t bring himself to be upset anymore, simply saying, “this didn’t happen.” Before his arms come around her waist, Y/N’s arm that was once hovering above her now wrapped around his neck as she pulled him closer. Her other hand coming to tangle her fingers in his hair.

“This didn’t happen.” She repeated.

That day, he promises that the next time they meet, they’re actually going to get work done. He breaks this promise too, quickly realizing that this is a theme whenever the promises are related to Y/N.

Tsukishima doesn’t really realize that he’s in too deep until the day his lips crash against hers and he finds himself whispering those damned words once more, “this didn’t happen.” His hands running down her sides as he tries to pull her closer because whenever he’s around her that cold that plagues him day and night seems to fade, replaced the warmth she seems radiate as though she’s the sun.

He hates that he compares her to the sun, he hates that she’s become something he needs, a presence he craves, because Y/N L/N was meant to be nobody and now she seems to be one of the most important people in his life. He hates that she understands him, that she can read his every move better than he can, that she knows what he needs before he even says it. 

He doesn’t realize he’s in too deep until he’s promising himself not to fall in love.

Because for the first time in a while, Tsukishima Kei wants nothing more than to touch, he wants to feel, even though he’s filled with fear of the unknown, fear of the feelings he so desperately wanted to avoid. For once in his life, he wants to let go, because he finally feels comfortable enough to do so. 

This time all she says is, “I know.” 

Because Y/N knows that falling for Tsukishima was a mistake, a big one. She’s well aware of the fact that the boy is emotionally unavailable and renowned for his rude attitude and crude remarks. She knows that even if they have these silent moments together, even if she’s held him in her arms at night, even if they’ve been closer than she’s even been with anyone else, this basically means nothing. Because its not like either of them would ever do anything about the fact that the few words they did share in moments like these, weren’t ones of denial that the moments didn’t happen, but something else entirely at this point. 

Confessions in their own right. 

But she knows that all she’ll ever be, is something that didn’t happen. Not a story of his first love, not the girl he talks about with his friends, not the one he thinks about, the one he saw in everyday life. She was nobody, because she didn’t happen.

She doesn’t know that she’s wrong. Very wrong. That Tsukishima spoke fondly of her— honestly, Yamaguchi loves Y/N, he really does, but he’d getting a bit tired of hearing about how the mundane things she does that Tsukishima happens to notice. That he thought of her frequently, that the smell of coffee reminded him of her now, that the sight of the sunset she fawned over every time they walked home together only served as a reminder of her.

It’s not until he’s crying out in victory because they beat Shiratorizawa, Karasuno won, he won. It’s not until he’s so overwhelmed with emotion that he finds his legs moving on their own, towards Y/N; who stands beside Ukai and Takeda, the pair had taken to screaming at each other in the midst of their excitement. It’s not until his hands are on her face, bringing her into a kiss, much to her surprise, that he realizes what exactly the warmth was.

“This didn’t happen?” She asks, trying her hardest to ignore the stares of the team—though many of them are still caught up in their own celebration— as she looks to him. 

Tsukishima simply grins, “I didn’t say that.” 

A/N: kei is my favorite person to write for and i cannot explain why and this has not been edited so oops

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