#so I’m trying to figure out how to bring this up to the boss cause it stupid but I want my money

[roserus-wizard]

Dude I’m trying soooooo hard to do math so I can come up with a good argument on why the store I’m working at isn’t giving me my well deserved yearly pay raise

#it’s says we get a 15 cent pay raise every year #ive worked there for almost SIX years! #that’s almost a dollar #90 cents to be exact #but I’m only getting paid 15 dollars and hour so it’s not adding up #AND the minimum wage is going up 50 cents #so that’s means I should be paid about 16 25 by the end of June but I’m not #so I’m trying to figure out how to bring this up to the boss cause it stupid but I want my money

[lordgrimoire]

So, an Idea, or AU I had regarding the good ol DPxDC.

I’m not sure what sort of disaster Amity’s ghost problem would be classified as, but think of what would happen if the local EMS (Emergency Services like Fire Departments, Law Enforcement, Emergency Medical, etc.) pretty much started jumping over the Mayor from the get-go? What if hard proof of these hijinx, for a brief time, were able to get out of Amity?

Well the Governor would probably have someone take a look, and once nonsense is confirmed (especially of its weird nonsense that looks a little to close to supers) they send in the National Guard, at first to keep an eye on the situation.

Then comes the Ghost Investigation Ward, and things go from moderately worrying to “WTF” real quick. And things start looking less Small Town USA and more Stalins Town USSR, at the height of Stalins Purges.

Admittedly it’s not immediate, and during the time between being put on “Indefinite Alert” and actually being relived this unit (I’m thinking a Battalion Sized force so about 1,200 soldiers/guardsmen total) ends up befriending the locals, and much to the Mayor, and GIWs, frustration, Phantom, as well as Red Huntress.

This leads to a standoff, the GIW can really only do what they want because of the Governments permission for them to do so, but engaging National Guard, who had not been federalized, may cause an issue or two. So they bring up the issue with someone who they think will back them up, their new boss Lex Luthor.

Now Lex isn’t a fool, but he figures out how the Justice League isn’t being called is due to a jammer the GIW set up and figures he can take a look around incognito like, or more accurately get trusted members of The Goonion, who he had Federally given approval to, to go take a look around.

When Alex gets the full story, and not just the GIWs original story but also updated info from the Doctors Fenton, who are now VERY worried, because they were wrong about Ghosts in more ways than they originally thought they may have been. Suffice to say, when Lex manages to get a copy of "The History of The Infinite Realms" and finds that Krypton's Afterlife is GONE, as in they did something similar to what the GIW is planning, he starts hitting the "Abort" Button with fury. Only to be told "Too late we're underway, we're going through a tunnel, what? What?" And now Lex decides Enough is Enough. Lex does two things, first he sends the GO order for the National Guard Battalion in Amity Park, then he starts trying to get a hold of the Justice League because "Listen I know you dislike me but I am willing to drop it all if you HELP WITH THIS BS THAT I JUST INHERITED!" Meanwhile back in Amity Things go from 0 to 100 faster than an Flash, that being the National Guard heard "GO" and immediatly started blasting. The Townfolks: Confused The Ghosts: Confused Team Phantom: Confused and Afraid The Ghost Hunters who are now studying Ghost Culture and the like: Very Confused and sorta getting Arrested. The GIW: Full of Bullet Holes, Screaming, and On Fire Meanwhile, The National Guard are waiting around two hours later with Phantom for any "Federal" News to come through: So the New President decided the Anti-Ecto Acts are BS, unfortunately they haven't been overturned yet so we're all most likely going to be marked as traitors. Mind if we hide out somewhere our bosses can't find us? Also the Justice League never actually knew any of the BS we've been going through, GIW Had some Jammer set up.

Phantom, Tired of all the damage and killing the GIW has caused in Amity Park: I'll try, but I'm not sure how much good it will do if the League shows up.

TLDR: Amity Park during it's entire run has a Battalion of US National Guard camped out in the outskirts/abandoned parts of town and they figure out most of the situation regarding Phantom not being the Villain Mayor Masters and the GIW Claim him to be. Following this logic they turned around and at the first opportunity attacked the GIW and pushed them out of Amity Park.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #danny fenton #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt

[twice-inamillion]

The Company

Taeyeon and IU’s Plan 

Smut and Story Building (Sex, Deep Penetration, Defloration, Creampie, Fingering, Blowjob) 

Chapter 3

4,315 Words

(IU finds out that Taeyeon has been looking through her phone that filled with her sexual experiences with her boss. Taeyeon is convinced by IU to get a taste and comes up with a plan. Taeyeon gets more than what she can handle. OC gets a little surprised but is more than happy to accept it.) 

A few weeks pass, and every time Taeyeon stays at IU’s apartment, she notices hints of your sexual relationship with IU. Anything like cum covered panties, cummed covered skirts and marks on IU’s thighs and chest. 

She can’t hold on any longer; she needs to confront her friend about the type of relationship the two of you have. Taeyeon tries to find the looks for the best moment to talk to her about this. 

“I’m going to ask her today; I can’t wait anymore. It’s awkward every time I see the two of them together.” 

Taeyeon arrives earlier than usual and prepares dinner for the both of them, “Some pasta would be nice and easy to do. She changes into some comfortable clothes and gathers all the necessary items to make the meal. 

“Taeyeon, I’m home.”

“Welcome back. I made dinner for us.”

“Aww, that’s nice of you. Let me change.”

“Okay, I’ll set the dinner table.”

Taeyeon sets the dinner table and waits for IU to take a seat before serving her. “What’s the special occasion?”

“Nothing much. I just got tired of ordering takeout and wanted to make something homemade.”

“Haha, you should do this more often.”

“I’ll try, only when I’m done early. Anyways, how was your day? Don’t think we have talked comfortably in the past few days.”

“Hmm… nothing much. Just the same old thing. You know, helping with ranking the trainees, setting up meetings, and doing my duties as the CEO’s assistant.”

“What kind of duties do you have?”

“Just busy stuff like going over his daily and weekly schedule, setting up his meetings, sometimes bringing him his meals or some do simple tasks.”

“Seems like he has you overworking yourself.”

“Ah, no, that’s not true. He also has Irene as the secondary assistant. We share the tasks here and there. It's not that bad, actually, once you get used to it. But there are times when it does get busy, and I come home tired.”

“Is he nice to you?”

“He can be a bit tough, but he treats me nice. He asks how I’m doing, buys me nice things like jewelry, and gives me spending money.”

“Seems like the two of you have more than a boss-and-employee relationship.”

IU smiles and tries to play it off, but Taeyeon teases her, “Omg, are you and your boss something?” IU can’t help but grin, causing Taeyeon to push deeper, “I kind of figured the two of you were a thing. Is it actually a thing or work sex?”

“Haha, why do you want to know? Are you perhaps interested?”

“No! I just wanted to ask since you have been acting a bit differently.” 

“Hmm.. okay. I’ll tell you, but don’t tell anyone else, okay?”

Taeyon is now completely invested in finding out their relationship and eagerly nods, “Yeah, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, remember how I told you that my family has financial issues?”

“Yeah, of course. You said that your family was struggling really back, especially your mom.”

“I wanted to help her somehow, so I contacted some people and became his personal assistant. This meant I had to service him at the workplace and him “personally.” I knew it was bound to happen and did it for my mother’s sake. So I had my first time with him. I thought I would hate him, but he’s really caring. He and I aren’t dating; it’s just a work relationship. I’ve been with him for a bit over a year and learned that it’s better to take the initiative and serve him than for him to act on it. If he has to ask for it when he might fuck you based on his mood, and trust me, that might be a bit dangerous. So I learned to read his mood and service him.”

“Oh wow. I didn’t know it was that serious.”

“The pay is really good, and the benefits are much better. This is one of the reasons why I have this apartment, and my mom is living in a nice house.”

Taeyeon hesitants but asks, “By the way, how far have you gone? Like, what do you do?”

“Well… the first few times, it was just regular sex, then it was a handjob and blow job. As time kept going, we would do more stuff, like me giving him head in his office or having sex in there too.”

“Have you two done anal?”

“Ahh, I haven’t, but he’s done it with someone else.” 

“Who?”

“Irene, his other assistant.”

“He fucks her too?”

“Yeah, and let me tell you this. Their relationship is much different than mine. She didn’t want to service him and learned the hard way. Anyways, are you interested?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t try to hide it, Taeyeon. I know you looked through my panties in my hamper and went through my phone.” 

Taeyeon panics and lies, “No, I didn’t do that.” 

“Don’t lie, that phone is something that he gave me. It screen records every time someone tries to log in. So I know that you’ve been looking at my videos of him fucking me.”

Taeyeon panics, and it shows. IU reads Taeyeon like a book and teases her by asking, “Are you interested in him?”

“Ahh, no! I’m just interested.”

“Lies, I’ve heard your moaning during the night. I know that you’re sexually interested and frustrated.”

“No, you’re wrong.” 

“I mean, if you are, and I know you are. It will make my job easier. There are so many things I have to do, and if he’s busy with you, then that means I have to spend less time servicing him. What do you think?”

“Umm… I don’t know.”

“I’ll even help you. I’ll tell you the best time and even get him a bit tipsy for you, haha.”

“You’ll help me?”

“Yeah, you’re my friend. It’s not like I have anything to lose. Look, I’ll even show you some pictures from today,” as IU pulls out her phone and shows Taeyeon a video of you getting your cock sucked and you cumming in her mouth and face. IU notices Taeyeon slide her hand between her legs and rubs herself under the table, “Don’t tell me you don’t see yourself being in my place. Just imagine his hot cum on your face and going down your throat.”

“Hmm… you said you’ll help me, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of everything. You just got to follow my advice, and you’ll be good.”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” causing IU to smile.

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“Is that the last schedule for the day?”

“Yes, sir. You’re done for the day. Are you planning on dining out?”

“No, I just want to go home and rest. This was a busy and long weekend; I wanted to have a drink and relax. I’ll probably go out tomorrow.”

“Would you still like me to service you later tonight?”

“Hmm… actually, how about we share a drink?”

“It would be my pleasure, sir.”

You gather all your belongings and head to your apartment with IU. The two of you wait for the elevator and can’t help but notice the large height difference between the both of you, almost a foot apart. The elevator door slides open, and the two of you enter and scan your keycard to the top floor. 

Arriving at the top floor, you walk down a long hallway towards the single, large door on the floor and insert your code to enter, “Finally, back home.” The two of you take your shoes off, leave your items on the table by the hallway, and sit on the large couch. 

“Would you like me to serve you the usual?”

“Yes, please.”

IU heads towards the kitchen and to the alcohol cabinet and grabs a bottle and two glass cups. She pours the both of you a drink and walks back. “Here you, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I like your initiative, Ji-eun. You’ve become a reliable assistant.”

“No, thank you, sir. For the opportunity to serve you and the help to my family.”

“Ahh, yes. How’s your mother doing?”

“She’s doing well, thanks to your generosity.”

“No need to thank me; it’s all due to your hard work.”

IU grabs the bottle once more and pours another drink as you enjoy the view from the top floor of the building. Watching the sunset is one of your favorite things after coming home from a long day. 

“Would you like me to order you takeout, sir?”

“Sure, that’d be great.”

“What would you like?”

“You can choose.”

“Okay, I’ll place an order.”

You place your drink down and change into something more comfortable while waiting for the food to arrive. IU sets the table, cleans a bit of the living room, and places your items where they belong. “Would you like another drink?”

“Yeah, I could go for another one.”

She serves you another drink, and you take small sips as you continue to enjoy the view from your living room couch. You and IU have a small conversation about some of the schedule for next week and about the process of the trainees when IU’s phone pings. “Sorry, sir. It’s the delivery person; I’m going to go down to the lobby and meet them. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

You walk to the kitchen, open the fridge door, and grab a couple of beers for the meal. You wait for IU to arrive and check your messages. When you hear the door ring go off, signaling that IU was coming inside. 

“Sir, I’m back.”

“Nice, I grabbed a couple of beers for the two of us.”

“Sir, I met Taeyeon in the lobby and asked her to join us. Would that be okay with you, sir?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“She’ll be coming up in a few. She just went to get changed.”

“Okay, let's get the table ready for three.”

After a few minutes, the doorbell rings, and IU opens the door for Taeyeon. “Hello, sir. Thank you for allowing me into your house.”

“It’s no problem; you’re welcome anytime; come take a seat.” 

Taeyeon sits on the couch across from you," Would you like a beer?”

“Yes, I’ll take one.” he grabs a beer and opens it. She crosses her legs, and you catch a glimpse of her not wearing any panties. You try not to look at it, but you can’t help but admire her thighs. 

“The pizza is ready.”

“Thanks; actually, do you think it would be better to eat here in the living room since it’s pizza?”

“We could do that,” says IU.

“I’ll help you, Ji-eun,” standing up and helping bring the plates to the living room table. 

With everyone sitting down, you all grab a slice of pizza and a beer and start to eat. You ask Taeyeon about her week and if she’s comfortable as the vocal coach. 

“I like it here; the place is beautiful, the staff is nice, and the trainees are very hardworking.” 

“That’s good to hear. Better than SM, huh.”

“Haha, yeah, it is,” she laughs.

IU mentions that she’s been hearing positive feedback from the trainees ever since she started and congratulated her on a good job. Taeyeon smiles and puts her feet on the couch, giving you a better view of her private area. 

You try not to look, but you can’t help your curiosity and eye her every time she moves her legs. IU notices this and asks, " Taeyeon, would you mind passing me a napkin?”

“Sure,” and she reaches for the napkin, allowing you to get a glimpse of her cleavage under the oversized shirt. IU looks at you and smiles, knowing that the plan is working.

“Like what you, sir?”

You turn around to IU, “What do you mean?”

“I asked if you liked what you saw.”

You see IU’s smile and turn to Taeyeon and see her smile. “What’s going on?”

IU says, “What do you think, sir? She wants you.”

“Is that true?”

“What do you think? I wouldn’t give a show to just anyone,” says Taeyeon.

“Hmm… So the both of you planned this.”

“You catch on quick, sir.”

“Okay, I’ll play your game. Taeyeon, you must be aware of the type of relationship I have with Ji-eun, right?”

“Yes, I’m aware.”

“And you’re fine with that?”

“Yeah, I am.”

Calling her bluff, you stand up, walk towards her, and extend your hand. “Alight, since you want to play, we can go right now.”

“R…right now?” looking at IU, who only smiles.

Knowing what will happen, she takes your hand and follows your lead to one of the bedrooms. The both of you hear a small chuckle from IU, and her saying, “Have fun,” before you close the door.

“You want to play? Let's see if you’re game,” and sit on the one-seater coach in the room. 

Taeyeon stands there, confused about what you mean. “Strip.”

Taeyeon is caught off guard by your command and hesitates. You repeat it once more, “Strip.” Understanding you’re serious; she stands before you crosses her arms, and removes her oversized shirt and then her loose, small shorts. 

In front of you is a completely nude Taeyeon. She has small breasts and a clean, shaven cunt. Without saying a word, you scan her body, from her feet to her head. She turns around and gives you a view of her behind, “Amazing. I can’t believe a member from Girls Generation is standing in front of me, nude.”

You signal her to approach you and say, “Come over here.” You grab both her hands and her right in front of you. You lick your index and middle finger and rub her lower lips. She moans at the sudden touch of your warm fingers against her cold skin. Using your two fingers, you trace and swirl the outside of her lips until you feel her moist. 

You remove your fingers, pull her towards you, and pick her up. She suddenly yelps from being picked up and notices you walking towards the bed. You toss her onto the bed and watch her reaction as you spread her legs wide open, giving you an embarrassed look. She tries to cover her pussy, to which you tease her and say, “I guess you’re all talk and no game,” giving her a smirk. She gets offended and removes her hands out of pride, responding, “I’m not all talk; I can back it up, too.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I’ll give you one last chance to back out.”

“Don’t need it, I can play along.”

“Alright. Let’s play.” 

You remove your shirt and shorts and toss it to the couch. Taeyeon’s heart begins to race as she’s focused on your boxers and sees you pull them down, revealing your semi-hard cock. You pull her towards you and her folds once you say, “You have a really nice pussy right here.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I can’t wait to fuck you,” grabbing your cock and pressing it against her lower lips. She pushes your cock away and says, “Wait, you’re not going to wear a condom?”

You stop and are surprised by the most ridiculous question and reply, “What do you mean a condom? I only fuck, raw. Why? You don’t want to?”

No, I was just wondering. I heard that it’s important to wear a condom.”

“I check myself regularly, so I’m good. Are you?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay, then we’re all good to continue, right?”

“Yeah,” turning her head around and thinking of all the possibilities of fucking without a condom. 

You grab your cock with your right hand and give it a few pumps and press it against her lower lips. You look at Taeyeon and see her face of anticipation, waiting for your next move. With your hardened cock against her entrance, you smack it against her folds right before inserting yourself inside of her. 

Taeyeon groans from the pain of your cock making its way through her tight walls. “Fuck… you’re so tight!” as you shove more of your cock inside her. Due to the pain, Taeyeon grabs onto the bedsheets with all her might. 

Suddenly, Taeyeon screams when you shove your whole length inside of her in one go. “Wait…Wait… pull out, pull out, you’re breaking me!”

Seeing her in pain, you pull out your cock, and caress her cheek, “Are you okay?” Taeyeon replies, “You’re too big; I thought it was going to die. Give me some time to get myself together.”

‘Wait… don’t tell me” as you look down and look at the tip of your cock covered in a thin layer of red. 

She nods her head in tears and says, “Yeah, it’s my first time.” You’re surprised by her comment and would have never known that this would be her first time, but the idea of being her first man makes you hard again. 

You grab a tissue, get yourself cleaned, and reassure Taeyeon that you’ll make it pleasurable. She nods and wipes the tears off her face before you move on to insert yourself once more. 

With your cock at the entrance of her, slowly insert your length; Taeyeon groans from the slight pain in her walls and begins to stretch to their limits, “Ow… you’re still too big.” You get on the bed, get on top of her, and begin to kiss her neck and play with her breast as you move inside of her. 

Taeyeon slowly forgets about the pain and focuses on the pleasure of your kissing and her tits, “Hmm, yeah… that feels good, don’t stop.” You move towards her breast and take her nipple into your mouth as you play with the other. She continues to moan and let free of her nipple and continue to thrust your cock.

Taeyeon wraps her arms around your neck now that she’s comfortable with your length. You increase the pace of your thrusting, causing her to moan and even laugh, “I can’t describe the feeling, but it feels so good!” 

“Just wait, it's going to feel better,” as you place her into a mating press. With her legs pushed back, you do a strong thrust, each other’s pelvis smacking against each other. “How do you like that? Can you feel it deep inside you?”

“Ahh.. yeah, I can feel the difference. My womb is taking the shape of your cock!” Her hands move towards her breast, pinching and twisting her nipples as she feels her orgasm coming. 

Seeing her pleasuring herself, you can’t help but tease her as you focus your focus on her clit. Taeyeon yelps, asking you to stop because she can feel an overwhelming feeling approaching.

Instead, you place it between your thumb and your index finger and give it a nice pinch. This causes Taeyeon to instantly cum, as you feel a rush of fluid covering your cock. You pull out and enjoy the scene of her orgasm as her body violently shakes. You watch as she rides her orgasm and decide to tease her, so you insert your middle finger and begin to thrust inside her cunt. “Don’t… don’t do that, you’re going to make me come! Stop!” It didn’t take her long for her to reach her second orgasm. “Ahh, fuck! I’m cumming!” as a gush of fluid sprays and her body spasms. 

“Wow, I didn’t have to do much. Seems like you don’t relieve yourself often, but that won’t be a problem now that I’m here. You’re going to be a good fucking with me, but now that you had your fun, it’s my turn.”

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I need to get my fill too, you know.” 

“Please… wait,” not letting her finish her sentence as you insert your cock inside. She throws her head back and screams, “Oh fuck! You’re going to mess me up inside!” Her walls tighten around your cock, not used to having your massive length inside of it. 

“Your walls want to squeeze my cock, fuck you feel so tight.” You start to pump your cock inside her slippery walls, feeling all the grooves and crevices of her meaty flesh. 

You listen to the beautiful sound of Taeyeon’s moaning as you thrust inside of her for what feels like ten minutes. Taeyeon is a complete mess; her hair is ruined, and her body is all sweaty. The tipsy sensation has disappeared, and let her know that you’re about to reach your peak, “Fuck, I’m about to cum.”

“Wait… what did you say?”

“I said I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?”

Puzzled, she tries to come up with an answer, and it is taking longer than what you’re used to. Not wanting to hold it in any longer, you decide where you want to bust your load. Feeling the weird feeling of your cock throbbing your cock she says, “Outside, do it outside,” but it's too late.

The amount of time she wastes on deciding, you end up making the choice for her. You pull your cock out and do one last thrust when you hear her say she wants you to cum outside. Instead, all she hears is, “Fuck! I’m cumming!” Her eyes widen when she hears your comment, and she is bombarded with a large wave of cum flooding her womb. 

She cries, “So hot! Pull out!” That only makes you want to shove your cock in deep and paint her womb white. 

After finishing your orgasm, you notice Taeyeon looking at her bulging belly, filled with your load. You pull out and watch as she presses her fingers on her stomach, causing a large amount of cum to ooze out. “I told you to do it outside.”

“You took too long, so I made a choice. Plus, I normally cum inside of my girls, so there shouldn’t be an issue, right?”

“But I’m not one of your girls. I’m not IU or Irene.”

“Yeah, you’re right. You are not them, but since you took my hand, you’re mine now.” 

“You don’t own me.”

“Haha, says the person with the cum of their boss inside of her.”

She sees your smirk and realizes that you’re right; she does have her belly full of your cum right now. “Don’t smirk.”

“You know, I’m right. How about another round?”

“Another round?”

“Yeah, I mean, if you’re up for it.”

Taeyeon’s pride doesn’t let her back down; she wants to wipe that grin off your face, even if it means going another round. She looks down at you and notices your hardened cock. “Alright, I can do another round.”

“Haha, alright. Let's change the scenery,” as you extend your hand. She takes your hand, and you walk her to the balcony. She looked down and saw the campus and trainees walking in groups back to their dorms after a long Friday night. 

You kiss her nape, which causes her to shiver, and her nipples harden. “Put your hands against the railing.” 

“Why?”

“Don’t worry. Just let me lead, and enjoy.”

“Okay.”

You raise her right leg up in the air, and with your left hand, you position your cock to her entrance. “What are you do… ahhh” as she feels your cock penetrating her cunt once more. The both of you spend the whole night fucking throughout the penthouse, the balcony, living room, kitchen, and shower. Every time you move locations, you make sure to make the two of you get to orgasm. 

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Taeyeon wakes up on the bed, looks around, and notices you are gone. She gets up and looks at the many stains throughout the bed, which makes her remember the night she had. She takes a cold shower to wash the stains of fluid on her body, “Ugh… I feel so full.” She presses her stomach and notices a white cream liquid oozing out of her. Pressing her belly harder, a gush of cum squirts out, covering the shower floor cum, “Fuck…that’s too much.” 

After her shower, she changed into her clothes and walked out to see you in the living room, reading a newspaper. She walks towards you, “Good morning,” to which you reply, Good Morning, Taeyeon.”

As she walks towards the kitchen, she turns around to ask if she could grab something to eat when she sees IU on her knees. “Ji-eun! What are you doing?” 

IU turns around with a smile on her face and replies, “Good Morning, Unnie. I made breakfast, by the way.” 

“Why are you going down on him?”

“Oh, I’m having breakfast too. Want some?” as she holds your cock in her hand. 

“No!”

“Come on, it's good.”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

She looks at her friend’s satisfied face and remembers the videos she has masturbated to before. She looks at you and back at her, giving her a reply.

You woke up this Saturday morning full of energy. After going on a run early in the morning, you return and enjoy the breakfast your assistant, IU, made for you. You give her a treat as a reward for a job well done. 

You turn, you’re done reading your newspaper, set it on the table, and enjoy the sight in front of you. “It’s nice to see two friends sharing a meal together,” you say with a slight grin.

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[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - one

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky because he is his own warning, probs only cursing this chapter

word count: 2.1K

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

“Hey I need your help out front,” Jessica wearily asks as she pops her head into the classroom door. The other woman who’s sitting on the jungle carpet with the kids nods her head and stands up, kids clinging to her arm as she does so. 

“What’s up?” she asks, shaking off the monkey children, “I need you guys to go sit on the carpet. I need to talk to Ms. Jessica.”

The kids run back to the group before Jessica explains, “There’s a man here to pick up Wyatt but I don’t recognize him and he’s not showing any ID. I figured with who his parents are, you might want to check it out.”

“Bruh you’ve got to be kidding me. Get a picture of him and his car and don’t let any of the kids out of the room until I come back. I’m getting real sick of this shit,” the mental exhaustion of running a daycare, let alone one with high-profile clients, rips her apart most days.

Another kid comes running up to the two women, complaining about how annoying her brother is being, “Ms. Jessica, Ms. Sunny, Mason won’t leave me alone. He keeps pinching me.”

Jessica takes over the situation and leads the little girl back towards the carpet, asking her what she did to try and stop him while the other woman, Ms. Sunny, leaves to handle the rather broody-looking man at the school’s front doors. His jaw is locked in a permanently clenched state, no doubt causing tension but also creating a killer resting bitch face. He’s looking down at his phone and doesn’t notice that she’s in the lobby with him until she clears her throat. 

“I’m here for Wyatt,” he fumbles to put his phone away when he looks up at her. 

“Can I see your ID please?” she asks, coming to stand in between him and the hallway leading toward the classroom. 

“No.”

She flashes a very fake smile and crosses her arms over her chest, “Unfortunately it’s our policy; I can’t release a child into someone’s care unless I know who they are or I see their ID to confirm they’re on the approved adult list. So if I can’t see your ID then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Just call Steve,” his jaw twitches as his frustration grows. 

“I can once I see your ID.”

“You don’t need to see my ID. Just call Steve and bring out Wyatt.”

She scratches at the corner of her eye in annoyance, “I’m about 30 seconds from calling the police on you for attempted kidnapping. You may either leave or show me your ID, it’s really not that hard.”

When he puts his hands on his hips, metal flashes from under his coat in an attempt to scare her into submission but all she does is let out a breathy laugh at the lame attempt. This only frustrates him even more and he digs into his pocket to retrieve his phone to make a call while giving her the staredown. Being an unbothered queen, she flashes him another sarcastic smile when he gives her a particularly nasty look. The kids are going wild in the classroom, screams and laughter echoing through the hallway and into the lobby. Another man gets out of the SUV the first man no doubt arrived in and raps harshly on the school’s glass door. A black hoodie peaks out from under the leather jacket he’s wearing, giving him a softer look than the other man who’s in a full suit. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve assumed that he was the lackey and the first man is the boss but she does and resists rolling her eyes when she pushes open the door for him. 

“Thank you, Doll,” his honey voice coats her ears as he slides past her, “What seems to be the problem?”

“This asshole here wouldn’t let me see his ID and was being rude, demanding that I just bring out Wyatt,” she’s dropped the kind daycare teacher act at this point and falls back into her normal personality and word bank. 

“Is that true, Scott?” the honey-voiced man asks Scott, turning his head to look at him. 

“Maybe if she wasn’t being such a bit…”

He cut him off with a stern look, “I’m going to stop you right there. We don’t call women names even if they are true. Now apologize to her and go to the car.”

Scott mumbles a very curt and snarky apology to her and shoves the door open, storming off like a child. She lets out a deep sigh, watching him leave before looking at the other man whose eyes haven’t left her, “I still need to see your ID.”

“Of course,” he pulls his wallet from his back pocket and flips it open to hand her the card. 

She glances over it and hands it back, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Wyatt will be right out and next time you come to pick him up, please come in yourself or have the Rogers add the asshat to the list. I really don’t enjoy arguing with a man-child when I have a classroom full of better-behaved kids.”

Mr. Barnes chuckles and nods to show he’s in agreement, “Scott could use a lesson or two in manners. I’ll make sure he won’t bother you again.”

Wyatt comes bounding out of the classroom, backpack hanging off one shoulder and half-finished coloring pages fisted in his hands. He breaks into a sprint when he spots his uncle crouching down with arms wide open and nearly tackles him to the ground. 

“Uncle Bucky!” he shouts when he jumps into Bucky’s arms.

“Hey buddy, how was your day?”

“Look at what I made,” Wyatt shoves the coloring pages into Bucky’s face with excitement, “Ms. Sunny helped me.”

Bucky’s eyes rake up her form before making intense eye contact with her, a small smirk on his plump lips, “Is that so? Why don’t you say goodbye to Ms. Sunny?”

Wyatt launches himself at her legs, rapidly saying his goodbyes. She smiles down at him, “Have a good night, home slice. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

He runs back to his uncle and takes his hand as Bucky pushes the door open to leave. He pauses and sends Wyatt to the car so he can get one last word in with the daycare teacher. 

“I really am sorry for the confusion earlier. Let me make it up to you.”

“Yeah come in yourself next time,” she scoffs, spinning to go back to the classroom. 

“How about dinner?” he calls after her, freezing her just before she gets to the room. 

“Are you seriously asking me out?”

He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk growing even wider, “Are you saying yes?”

She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of answering and disappears into the classroom, leaving him chuckling to himself. It’s not the first time they’ve met, having seen each other in passing when he picks up Wyatt but this is certainly the first time he’s actually talked to her. She’s not surprised that he decided to flirt with her; he is, after all, the king of New York and known as the Flirt of Brooklyn. Even though the kids call her Ms. Sunny, she’s a far cry from her nickname and is unamused by his behavior. He’s going to have to try harder than that to get under her skin or take her out. 

Jessica quickly gets up from the teacher’s desk when Sunny comes back in, “Everything go okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves Jessica off, “It ended up being Wyatt’s uncle who sent in his bodyguard. I told him that he needed to come in himself like he had been doing so hopefully I won’t have to call Mom and Dad. You know how Mr. Rogers gets when we call him.”

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t get them involved unless it again,” Jessica agrees but her face lights up at the mention of the uncle, “Oh my god it was Bucky Barnes?”

This time she can’t stop her eyes from rolling on their own, “Yes it was. Jesus, what is it with you and every other woman who works here?”

“Um did you even look at him? He’s like super hot and rich, who wouldn't want a piece of that ass?”

“Ok language, we have little ears,” Sunny whispers to her over-excited coworker, “Also he’s a criminal so there’s that.”

“Which makes him even hotter. You’re telling me that you didn’t feel something down there?”

“Jessica!” The woman smiles devilishly at her, awaiting her answer.

“No, and the whole bad boy thing is the worst trope I’ve ever heard of.”

“I’ll bet you anything that after one more interaction with him and you’ll be gossiping right along with us,” Jessica winks at her as she waltzes away to go help one of the kids with their project. 

“Oh Sunny,” Jessica’s sing-song voice calls out as she walks down the hallway to the classroom. From her spot at the teacher’s desk, she can hear just how excited Jessica is by how she’s practically running down the hallway. She bursts into the room, two drinks in hand and various bags hanging off her arms. 

“I come bearing gifts,” she puts the drinks on the desk whilst dropping her bags to the ground, “A chai with almond milk and cinnamon. Also, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Sunny takes the boiling chai into her cold hands and sighs at the warmth it brings as she listens to the favor, “Thank you, my dear. I’m all ears.”

“So,” she begins, shoving off her leather jacket, “my friend is having a kickback this weekend and I need you to come with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be there.”

Leaning back in the creaky chair, Sunny gives her a disapproving look, “Hm you said need.”

“Can’t it both?” Jessica’s black hair falls forward over her shoulders as she moves to rest her arms on the desk, “Either way I would really really appreciate it if you came with me.”

“You still haven’t told me why.”

“The guy I've been talking to on and off for like months now is going to be there and I could really use a wing woman.” 

“Girl, what do you need a wing woman for?”

Jessica scoffs, dramatically spinning away, “He’s so fucking dry over text but in person, he’s like a totally different person. I need someone to flirt with him a little and see if he’s really just that way or if he’s just not interested in me.”

Sunny mulls over the thought, sipping away at the devilishly hot coffee in her hands. Going to a kickback would be fun but flirting with people, let alone talking to people isn’t something that she enjoys or wants to do on her time off. 

“What do I get out of it?”

Flashing the best smile she can, Jessica pleads with her, “A lifelong friendship. Please please please come with me.”

“How big is this kickback going to be?”

“Like 50 people tops.”

Her jaw drops in shock, “50? As in five zero?”

“Yes,” Jessica says sheepishly, dropping herself onto a tiny table meant for their kids. 

“That’s not a kickback. That’s a whole ass house party. Kickbacks are maybe 10 people, not five times that.”

“I promise it’ll be so low-key that you won’t even notice. I’ll pay for the Uber, drinks, whatever, just come with me please.”

“ You do realize how inappropriate it is for a director to hang out with a teacher let alone go to a house party, right?” Sunny asks, setting her coffee down and checking the time to make sure they have enough time to hash out the details before the kids arrive. 

“No one will find out. Your bosses don’t even check on us that often. I highly doubt they’re going to find out you went to a friend’s house for some drinks.”

“You underestimate their ability to royally fuck me over,” her alarm goes off to let her know that it’s 7 am and parents are about to start showing up, “I’ll go BUT you’re paying for everything and I reserve the right to leave whenever I want and you have to come with me.”

“Oh my god! Yes yes yes thank you so much, Sunny you’re a lifesaver,” Jessica jumps up in glee and throws her arms around Sunny who had gotten up to open the school doors, “We’re going to have so much fun!

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[mari-the-bimbo]

Bro ceo gojo but he is going thru a shitty day and is angry!

CEO Gojo: shitty days

A/N: Happy holidays everyone!! I’m back with some fics!! 💗

“Sir there’s a presentation by the financial analyst you need to attend, we’re 5 mins late and-“

“Get somebody else to do it” he quickly dismisses the employee. Huffing as he enters his office instead.

The hottest, coolest and carefree boss becomes everyone’s worst nightmare when he’s in a bad mood.

Whether it was his car breaking down on the way to work, or the legal dispute with another company, or the shitty outcome of the morning meeting, it definitely equaled enough to be a bad day.

On top of that, his pretty secretary was no where to be found.

“And where the fuck is y/n????” He asks, turning his head only sideways with a scowl.

“Y/n is liaising with the associates from the morning meeting sir” another assistant tells Gojo. In order words, you were doing damage control after Gojo’s angry blast at the associates. Icy blues glaring into your soul as he tells you how useless you are must be tough.

His head is rolled back as he sighs frustratedly. “Bring her back right now”

——-

A gentle knock sounds his office door. You walk in cautiously, wearing Gojo’s favourite black dress and your hair curled just how he likes it. Unfortunately, he missed out on this gorgeous sight as he back was turned in his office chair, his large pale hand swirling the scotch in his glass.

“You called sir?”

“Lock the door” he demands, putting you on edge, nevertheless you comply.

You never actually witnessed Gojo angry before, so not knowing where you stand left you anxious.

“Come here doll” he says monotonously.

Your heels click against the floor as you walk up to the angry CEO, standing next to his seated figure. His handsome but annoyed face stares out the big glass window.

You stare at him apprehensively before a tiny gasp leaves your mouth when, Gojo didn’t stop himself from grabbing your hips despite his foul mood. He fondles you sides before speaking “you don’t have to do damage control of my behalf doll”

Your eyes soften at your boss, your heart filled with love knowing his temper doesn’t affect his affection for you. You place your manicured hand (paid by Gojo of course) on his shoulder, massaging him ever so gently, causing the man to groan in satisfaction.

You bit your lips at his suggestive sounds, trying not to get distracted.

“Feeling better sir?”

He hums. “I’d feel ever better if you sat on my lap doll”. You softly laugh before complying with your boss’s wishes.

You blush as you sat on his muscular thighs. He lays back on the chair to get a better look of your bashful face, making him chuckle.

“Even better now?” You tease back with big doe eyes staring up at him. He smiles, “much better, but where were you huh? Don’t you know you’re my antidote for when i don’t feel good?” He says, taking your chin in his hold.

You smile bashfully “aww I’m sorry sir, but I’m here now right?” you say, blinking up at him so cutely, knowing he was putty in your hands. He sighs dreamily, you really were his angel, what would he do without a pretty thing like you by his side?

You pat his shoulders “alright, let me make you some tea to calm you” you suggest sweetly, attempting to leave his hold, but his muscular arms only tighten around your waist in response.

“Uh uh where do you think you’re going pretty girl?” He said, one eyebrow raised. “You’re staying right here” he says, pulling you impossibly closer against his body.

“But-“

“Shhhh” he says as you gasp at the feeling of a big hand crawling up your dress, “come on doll~ you’ve been away from me all this time, make it up to me yeah?” he whispers against your soft cheek.

Thank god the door was locked.

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[fuckmyskywalker]

❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔𝐭𝐡 : 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡!𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫.

— CW: 18+. Smut. PiV. Age gap. Dirty talk. | Word count 0.6k (not proofread!)

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“I didn’t ask for your goddamned opinion, didn't I?” Anakin grunts, pushing your face against the worn out cushions of the couch. “When you have children of your own, you'll know how much of a pain in the ass they are.”

He slaps your ass, groping your hips to raise it higher. The position pushes his cock deep enough so you think he is rearranging your guts— maybe even making room for that child he always threatens to put in you. Anakin always says how you would—will be a wonderful mother. 

“Sorry,” You choke, not sure if you want to crawl away from him or press your body closer to his. “I’m sorry— I’m sorry!”

He slaps your ass again, tightening his hold on your head. It doesn't matter how good it feels to have his cock squeezed by your tight, slick walls. You simply cannot seem to shut the fuck up— which only makes his headache worse. His head—along with his cock— throbs painfully. 

The wisest thing would be to cut off the alcohol, but everyone knows Anakin is just as physically unable to stop drinking as he is to be a responsible father. 

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Anakin growls, cutting your airflow with his big hand. “I come home from spending the night with my stupid family, had to listen— fuck— my daughter yelled at me for hours, had to see my princess with her new fucking boyfriend, and now I have to listen to your damn sobbing?” His hips speed up, slamming his thighs against your ass with thrusts that punch the air out of your lungs. “Thought you wanted to be good for me, whore.”

“I do!” You object, twisting your neck to both breath and speak. “I just want to be good.”

Sure, this wasn't supposed to be the way you thought you'd spend the morning after Christmas, but something about being used as a stress reliever helps to soothe your need for validation and affection. You are happy to bring something positive to your boyfriend’s shitty life. 

Your body tenses and Anakin groans louder, his raw, deep voice making you moan again. He isn't loud when it comes to sex but he sure likes to run that filthy mouth of his.

“Fucking brat, you might as well be my daughter too if you are going to try and boss me around.”

“Everyone was talking shit ‘bout you too— guess they don’t like seeing Daddy happy.” You make him happy. Oh how lovely that makes you feel. 

“You are getting so fucking tight, God— you like to be used like a ragdoll? My precious toy to fill with cum?”

You do. You sure do.

The couch moves violently as he bullies your poor pussy, and you are sure the damn trailer is moving too, anyone who walks by could figure out what's happening in the inside, and Anakin doesn't bother to close the ripped curtains. The armrest of the couch hits the small table next to Anakin’s back, making it stagger and causing the mug of— now cold— coffee you brewed this morning to ease his hungover to fall onto the already dirty rug. The noise makes Anakin groan annoyed, slapping your ass again as if it was your fault.

“See what you do with all your fucking squirming?” He scolds you the way someone would talk to a child. “I should make you clean it with your tongue.”

You want to apologize, he already has much on his plate, right? You are supposed to make his life easier but there you go just stressing him more. Mindless apologies and «I’m sorry» mumbles fall down your lips, followed by a string of drool. 

“You'll be sorry when I'm done with you.”

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[sea-lanterns]

FORGIVE MY SEELIE!

synopsis: your seelie gets your crush's attention for you!

featuring: jean, hu tao, ganyu, ei, nilou

rating: sfw (anyone can interact)

warnings: gn! reader, fluff, pining, flirting, possible second-hand embarrassment, clinging, hand holding (how dirty), jealousy, close proximity, not proof read.

art credits: whisper me a love song

JEAN

Your seelie was just rolling around in the flower beds while waiting for you to finish up groceries. It was content with just minding its own business, when a familiar voice piqued its interest, causing it to stop rolling around and look up at who it was.

“Right there should be good. Ah, do you need some help?” It was…the blonde woman! The woman that you liked! Jean! Miss Jean! Your baby seelie chirped around in excitement and rolled around until it fell out of the flower bed, shaking before drifting off to stalk your favorite person. (She was also your seelie’s favorite person because she smelled like dandelions! Your seelie loves flowers, and Jean was like a giant flower…)

After a while of stalking Jean, your seelie admired her authoritative figure from afar and came up with a plan. You liked Jean…you were happy whenever you saw Jean…the seelie should bring Jean to you! Yes! It should do that! 

And so, your little baby seelie rushed headfirst towards the unsuspecting acting grandmaster, head butting into her cheek and bopping against her head. Jean nearly lost it, jumping and about to throw a quick punch to defend herself when she saw that it was just a baby seelie. An extra affectionate one at that…

“Oh dear…a seelie?” She tilted her head in confusion when your seelie began nuzzling against her cheek, trying to nudge her in the direction of where you were. “You…want me to go?” A little squeak answered her question. “I see…I suppose I could oblige..”

They say seelies were lost spirits that often led people to hidden treasure, but for Jean’s case, your seelie led her to you. A treasure in your own right. When you heard the familiar chirps of your little seelie companion, you looked up and was rightfully surprised by the treat your seelie brought. Not a stick, not a leaf, but a whole hot woman.

“Oh Barbatos…” you quickly rushed over in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, Jean. My seelie seems to like you a lot because you smell like flowers. They have a tendency to  bring them to me whenever they find one they like.”

“…Oh? Am I a flower, then?” Jean chuckled with amusement, watching as your face grew warm at the thought. “Well, to my seelie, yes.” You smiled awkwardly, your seelie leaning in close to sniff Jean’s hair.   “Ah…no, you can’t sniff Jean—!”

The dandelion knight laughed at your curious baby seelie. The way their little face smushed into her hair was tickling her in a rather pleasant way, so the knight really didn’t mind. “It’s alright, I don’t mind…” Jean smiles, looking up at you with comfort, “I don’t mind being a flower for you…”

Your seelie let out a satisfied squeak at that.

HU TAO

Your seelie was one to play pranks often around the funeral parlor. A mischievous little spirit, it liked to lurk amongst the coffins and jump out at unsuspecting employees like a little ghost. While you’ve scolded this habit many, many times, your boss —and crush— Hu Tao seemed adamant on letting the little seelie express their mischief, finding the whole situation rather funny. 

Well, maybe she’s not laughing so much anymore after this little prank. When it was around closing time and the only people inside the parlor were you and Hu Tao. You were just about ready to head home when you called out for your seelie to come out of hiding, a little concerned when they did not squeak or chirp back.

“Huh…that’s odd…” you looked around the room in confusion, Hu Tao entering the room with a cheeky grin. “What’s odd? Is there a creepy feeling you can’t shake off?” Hu Tao teases, leaning in to rest her chin on your shoulder. 

Your heart fluttered at the sensation, quickly getting butterflies as you cleared your throat and smiled. “I suppose, I can’t find my baby seelie. I don’t know if they’re hiding or…”

Your boss grins and playfully winks at you. “Pulling a prank? I think so too…!” She waltzes around nonchalantly and starts looking through every empty coffin with ease. “Your baby seelie is just the cutest aren't they? Aiya…I wonder what they’re gonna do this time…”

She smirks at you and you feel like you’re about to faint. It’s not often that you have this kind of alone time with your boss, and when it happens, she’s always the type to tease you every chance she gets. “We shouldn’t encourage this type of behavior, Hu Tao. If my seelie continues to pull pranks like these, they’ll grow up to be—”

You both nearly jumped at the sound of a mischievous squeak. Your seelie was nearby! “Oh? Looks like they’re close…” Hu Tao grins, leaning closer to you, “I wonder where they…”

And then Hu Tao let out a loud yelp, leaping into the air and clinging to your body when your seelie bopped onto her back. Although you weren’t too startled by the sudden appearance, you still stood frozen in place at the feeling of Hu Tao holding you tightly. It was enough to make your heart rate spike, but not due to fear that Hu Tao originally thought…

“Ahhh geez, you scared me!” Hu Tao laughed, still holding onto your arm happily. “You’re such a cheeky thing, little one. I almost had to plan a funeral for myself!” As Hu Tao continued laughing however, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of her warm arms hugging onto yours and the snickering little squeaks of your mischievous little seelie. Who, if you might’ve guessed, definitely planned this interaction from the start…

GANYU

Seelies have slug-like appendages on their bodies that look like horns. Ganyu had horns…was Ganyu a seelie? Your pet seelie was deep in thought as it watched you and Ganyu converse by the pond in Liyue Harbor, wondering if the half adepti woman was just a weird looking seelie, or a human that happened to look like a seelie…

Either way, she was taking up too much of your attention and your seelie was getting jealous. How dare this big, fluffy seelie steal your attention for so long? You’ve barely glanced at them since you started talking with Ganyu! They were practically glaring holes into the adepti’s head, but no one noticed because well…seelies don’t have eyes…

“I’ll be right back, can you watch my seelie for a few minutes, Ganyu?” Your seelie perked up at your words. “Of course, they’re such an adorable little fellow, leave it to me…!” Hehe…your seelie has gotten an idea…

As you left Ganyu with your seelie, it then turned to glare at Ganyu and stare at her horns with blindsided rage. They aren’t here right now, this means war! Their little slug-like horns wriggling with fury as it made angry little chirps and squeaks. Ganyu didn’t understand a thing, but only smiled when she saw how frazzled your seelie got.

“Awe, are you excited little guy?” Ganyu chuckled, reaching up to hold it. “Don’t worry, your owner will be back soo—” BONK!

Ganyu recoiled in surprise when your seelie all of a sudden charged at her head, aiming for her horns as if it were a goat challenging  for a mate. Get back! Get back! It made angry little chirps at Ganyu and tried so hard to intimidate her with its superiority. Clearly, it was the better seelie for you. 

“Ah! W-Wait what is this—?” It didn’t hurt at all, but Ganyu was still very surprised and startled by what the seelie was trying to do. Die die die! As it tried to smush itself against her horns, you eventually came back and Ganyu ran to you in desperation. “Helppppp!” She wailed, your seelie still chasing after her horns. “It’s attacking me…!”

Your eyes widened at the sight. Ganyu running and covering her horns as your seelie angrily chased her and tried bonking against her head. “Oh my—” Ganyu rushed over to hug you and duck her head down low, the seelie scrambling up her hair and causing the adepti to whine. “Please helpppppp…” 

It seems a rivalry has formed between your crush and your seelie. The latter being determined to win you over no matter what while Ganyu cried to you in confusion. While this may seem like a bad thing, it seems that your little seelie had accidentally gotten you and Ganyu a little closer, if there was anything to go by with how close Ganyu was hugging you….

EI

As a lowly servant to the almighty shogun, you were barely recognized by her grace and therefore ignored due to your low social standing. It’s not like she purposely tried to ignore you, but due to her being of such high status, it was almost impossible to grab her attention as you were just a mere, faceless servant…

That is, until your seelie decided to take matters into their own hands. The curious little fellow, having noticed your longing stares and distracted gaze, wondered if there was anything they could do to grab the shogun’s attention for you. They were quite frankly, a bit tired of watching you pine over Ei from a distance. So, they formulated a plan behind your back to get Ei to notice you. (How sweet, yet also sad. Your seelie was playing wingman…)

So one day, while you were distracted baking Ei’s favorite sweets in the kitchen, your seelie wandered off without your permission to the private garden in which Ei meditated. It peeked its little head out of the bushes to watch the archon meditate in silence before formulating a plan to bring her to you. A determined look in the seelie’s…face orb, as it suddenly rushed out to summon a girlfriend for you.

“Hm…?” Ei felt a tiny prescience rushing towards her and raised a brow. “Miko, if that is you, I don’t have time to proofread your newest Yuri novel—“ SMACK.

Like it had just collided with a window, your seelie slowly slid off the archon’s face and fell to the ground like jello. The shogun staring blankly at it before comprehending the fact that she had been face slapped by a baby seelie. “…Oh!” She blinked and leaned down to inspect the little fellow. “You’re a seelie, aren’t you? A rather small one at that…”

It chirped when it finally gained consciousness and looked up at the archon with one beady eye. Scrambling to fly back up and tug at the archon’s braid to pull her where it needed to go. To you. 

“…You’re taking me somewhere?” She looked down at your seelie trying to tug her somewhere and she reluctantly decided to follow. “I suppose it won’t hurt...” What she did not expect however was for your seelie to drag her over to you, where you were too busy baking the shogun’s favorite dessert to notice her presence in the doorway. 

‘A person…?’ Ei tilted her head when she spotted you, curious as to why she’s never seen you before in her palace. Surely she would remember a person with such an attractive face… 

“Excuse me,” Ei cleared her throat, smiling when she saw you jump slightly and turn around to face her. “I don’t believe we have formally introduced ourselves. May I know the name of such a pretty person…?”  

As you stared shell shocked at your shogun in front of you, your seelie only bounced excitedly in the air beside her, seemingly proud of themselves for matching you up with your crush…

NILOU

You always admired Nilou’s dancing whenever she performed under the Zubayr Theater. Your seelie even more so as every time you caught a show with her, they’d sway along to the music beside you as if to mimic her beautiful dance.

It was always an endearing sight, watching the little baby seelie spin around in circles without a care in the world. You couldn’t help but smile whenever they did this, and to your own lack of knowledge, Nilou enjoyed it too, as she couldn’t help but be enthralled by the sight of a baby seelie dancing with her, next to a rather attractive looking person who always caught her eye…

She always looked forward to seeing you two whenever she had a performance. You always came to see her shows and she’d always try to spot you and your seelie in the crowd before she got to performing. 

One day, Nilou decided to kick it up a notch during one of her performances, twirling around gracefully before extending her hand out to the audience. “I’d like a very special audience member to come join me as my dance partner…” she chimes sweetly, specifically looking in your direction as she really wanted you to accept…

To her surprise, your seelie lunged forward at the opportunity and squealed with excitement, spinning around her with fever. “Oh my…it seems this little one has volunteered…” Nilou smiled and glanced at you in the crowd, sending you a small wink to make your heart race. “I’ll be sure to give them a show they’ll never forget.” 

Whether she was talking to you or your seelie was unclear, but Nilou didn’t lie. The way she danced in this particular performance was like she was trying to keep your eyes locked on her. Your seelie doing its best to keep up as it swayed with the music and bounced with each beat. 

She seemed more…energetic during this dance. Smiling when she saw how giddy your seelie was getting and glancing at you to gauge your reaction. After a while, she spun particularly close to the crowd and extended her hand.

“How about we make this a throuple dance…?” She grinned charmingly, seelie coming up to rub against your cheek and practically begging for you to join in on the fun too. “Don’t worry, your little friend and I will make sure you don’t fall.”

Your heart sped up when your seelie nudged your hand upwards to take her hand. The audience behind you cheered for you to take her hand as you slowly grasped her touch in yours. “There you go…don’t worry now, we’ll keep the tempo for you.”

#jean gunnhildr x reader #jean x reader #hu tao x reader #ganyu x reader #ei x reader #raiden ei x reader #nilou x reader #jean gunnhildr x you #jean x you #hu tao x you #ganyu x you #raiden ei x you #ei x you #nilou x you #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin women x reader

[kayesfanfics]

Helluva Boss Characters When You Have a Nightmare

Characters: Blitzø, Millie AND Moxxie, Loona, Fizzarolli AND Asmodeus, Striker

A/N: I don’t write for Chaz, Stolas or Crimson, I think those are the only major characters I don’t write for. Chaz makes me uncomfortable, I’m not really a Stolas simp, and Crimson is literally abusive SO-

Blitzø

Bro would wake up very confused, still half asleep trying to figure out why you were crying and why you yelled in your sleep. Once he finally woke up and realized you were having a nightmare, he’d wake you up and as you shot out of bed, you’d bonk your head with his and he’d fall out of the bed as you went to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face

“Um, OUCH?” Blitzø would groan from the floor before getting up and walking over to you. “What was that about?” You’d sheepishly explain you had a nightmare and didn’t realize he would be RIGHT THERE, and he’d rub his sore head as he listened to you, before nodding and understanding fully

“Well, wanna get some coffee and stay up? We could watch White Chicks again.” He shrugged, not really knowing what to say in the moment. “Unless you’d rather go back to sleep-“ But coffee and a stupid movie sounded good to you, so you’d go to the living room and he’d make you both coffee before sitting with you and letting you cuddle up to him. You’d fall asleep first, and he’d groan cause he just had coffee, now he was wide awake dammit-

Millie & Moxxie

You’re woken up by Millie shaking you awake, explaining you were having a nightmare and crying in your sleep. You’re a bit confused but let her pull you close to her, noticing Moxxie isn’t in bed with the both of you. He comes walking in with pill bottles in his arms, being all “Okay, what do we need? Melatonin? Prazosin? Triazolam? Doxepin? Trazodone? Doxy-“

“How about tea, Mox?” Millie would interrupt him for you, earning a small giggle from you at Moxxie’s face. He’d rush off to make the three of you tea, coming back with a tray and handing both of you mugs, then cuddling into your other side as you all drank the sleepytime tea with melatonin for you

“Don’t worry, hon, whatever scared you I’ll protect you from.” Millie would kiss you on the cheek

“And I’m here to help you…psychologically.” Moxxie kissed your other cheek as you cuddled into both of them. MOXXIE WILL ALSO SING THE BOTH OF YOU TO SLEEP AND WATCH AS YOU FALL ASLEEP AND HOLD THE BOTH IF YOU

Loona

Ngl, she doesn’t know what to do at first, but then she remembers a time at the kennel when she had a nightmare and an older hellhound rested their chin on her and let her pet them to calm down. So she’ll plop her chin into your lap, and you absentmindedly would start to pet her, which helped calm you down and ground yourself

Once your breathing was leveled, she’d lift her head to look at you and tilt it, asking if you were alright or if you needed something. You’d just grab her and hold onto her like a big teddy bear, and usually she’d protest but this time she’d let you. Turning on her phone to scroll mindlessly, showing you funny videos that came up on her feed and getting you to laugh at them with her

She’d probably fall asleep first, comfy in your arms and tired from waking up from her deep slumber. You’d hold her and pet her, smiling when she kicked her leg and whined in her sleep, probably dreaming of chasing something

Fizzarolli & Asmodeus

Fizzarolli knew all too well why you were crying and whimpering in your sleep. He was a lighter sleeper than Ozzie, so he’d wake him up so the both of you could help you. When you woke up in a panic, they were both right there to assure you you were safe and with them, Fizz’s arms wrapped multiple times around you as Asmodeus held the both of you in his large arms, cuddling up to his furry chest

Asmodeus would shout for one of his workers to bring you some cold water and whatever else you’d ask him for, and Fizzy would be focused on asking you if you wanted to talk about your nightmare at all. Cause he knows holding that shit in for yourself sucks, especially when you have two very doting lovers here to help you

If you didn’t want to delve into all that, then Fizz would want to make you smile and laugh so that you’d forget about your nightmare. Then Ozzie would calm the both of you down and tell you it was time to sleep, pulling you both close and Fizz stretching a hand over to you to hold

Striker

He is not used to comforting someone or receiving comfort, so he may be a little lost on what to do. But then he’d remember how his Ma used to sing him back to sleep and tuck him back in when he was a kid, and usually he’d make you work for him singing to you, but in this case he’ll give you a free show

If he doesn’t think of that, he’d be asking you what you wanted and needed from him so you could calm down. If that was a glass of water, done. If you just want him to hold you, his arms are open for you. He’s not used to this kind of vulnerability, so he might be awkward about it at first but further into the relationship he’d get the hang of it and would be okay showing you his softer side

Sometimes you couldn’t go back to sleep, so the two of you would go sit out on his porch and drink together, chatting and looking at the dark sky above you. Seeing the glow of Bombproof walking around the fenced off area, Striker handing you his jacket if it was chilly outside, passing a bottle back and forth between the two of you until you fell asleep on the porch swing, Striker holding you close

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #blitzø #fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss striker #millie knolastname #moxxie knolastname #loona

[princessofmarvel]

Wonderland

summary | renfield sees a woman that catches his eye and knows that he shouldn’t speak to her, but he finds that he just can’t help himself.

pairing | robert montague renfield x fem!reader

wc | 1.2k

warnings! | none! maybe some cursing and not really proof read but it’s just fluff lol

genre | fluff!

author's note! | I saw renfield on sunday and just knew that I needed to write for him lol, especially since there are only a few fics on here about him, most of them are written by the amazing @youlightmeupfinn so definitely go check those out! this is a part of my “swift series” (where I write fics based on taylor swift songs)  so if you have any requests for the swift series (or for just something that you would like for me to write) please send them in! I would be happy to write about them! and as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, but I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. and let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!

 Renfield was taking a stroll down the streets of New Orleans, he tells himself that it is to relax and to clear his head but in reality he was trying to figure out what to bring his master to eat that night. He didn’t want to bring him anyone innocent like he so desperately wanted, that's why he joined the support group in the first place, to bring those people's monsters to him. To bring people that he wouldn’t have to feel so guilty for. But, his boss didn’t like the taste of those people too much. 

He spotted a coffee shop that doubled as a bookstore a few paces down and decided to slip in to sit and think about this. That was when he spotted her. Someone he knew his master would actually praise him for bringing back to the lair. She was the most stunning beauty he had ever seen. Sat in the back corner with a latte and what appeared to be a new romance novel that she was on the last few pages of. She was perfect. 

Renfield ordered some tea and took a seat not too far from her, but not so close that he would seem weird. He knew he couldn’t bring her to him. No matter how much his master would appreciate it. No matter how much praise he would get for doing such a good job, he just couldn’t do it, it couldn’t, wouldn’t be her. 

He wanted to speak to her, he knew he shouldn’t though. He knew that he should never involve someone like her in his life. But, he also knew that if he had the chance to, that he would regret for the rest of his life if he didn’t 

The girl then got up and moved towards the bookshelf. He watched her as she spotted something on the very top shelf that she wanted. He watched as she frowned to herself and huffed and she tried to reach for it but couldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t do this, that this one simple and kind gesture would end up leading him down a rabbit hole, but his feet thought for him as he stood up and made his way to the bookshelf and reached up and grabbed the book she wanted and handed it to her. 

“Thank you so much! I wish these things weren’t so tall.” She said as she looked up at him. Her voice just added to her appeal, it was soft and you could tell she was kind just from the sound of it. 

“I agree, It’s like the person who invented them just wanted a cruel laugh.” He said before he could stop himself. 

“Yes! Exactly! Oh I’m (Y/n) by the way.” She said as she put her hand out to him, his body taking over his mind and shaking it. 

“Robert Montague Renfield” He said as he shook her soft hand. 

“That’s a nice name, sounds fancy.” She said which earned a chuckle from him. “I noticed you’re alone, would you like some company Robert?” She asked. He could tell she was nervous to ask, but seemed like she wasn’t asking out of pity, but out of genuine interest in talking to him. He found himself saying yes and following her back to her table in the corner. 

The two spoke for hours, she asked about where he was from, which led to him talking about how hard it is to find good tea in america. He asked about the new book she had picked up, which was ‘Alice in wonderland’, which led to her talking about her love for the 1951 animated movie (He made a mental note to watch it later). They just laughed and talked for hours. Then the conversation led to work. He found himself telling her about having a narcissistic boss that worked him to the bone. And, it never seemed like he really Appreciated it. Then he accidentally let it slip that his boss made him feel like he was undeserving of happiness. He regretted it immediately because he saw how sad it made the girl look. 

“Oh Robert, that's just not true. Everyone is deserving of happiness.” She held up her hand to keep him from interrupting and stopping her. “I know it seems like sometimes you don’t, maybe because you’ve done some things that you regret, but as long as you make peace with those things and accept those things, to know that they were the wrong things to do. And, you work to better yourself from them. Then there is no reason why you should not deserve happiness.” She said to him with a smile. 

Then he realized that her hand was laying on top of his from across the table. She must have realized that she had done that because she pulled her hand away and seemed slightly embarrassed. 

“Thank you, you don’t know how much I needed to hear that.” he said while looking at her. He felt like he needed to change the subject, in fear of making things awkward. “So, what do you do for work?”

“Oh, I uh, work here actually.” she said finally looking back at him after feeling embarrassed. “Oh god i seem pathetic, I swear I have a life and friends, I just like to come here when I have some time to relax.” She said while letting out a small laugh. 

“You don’t seem pathetic, I would do the same if my work place was as relaxing as here.” Renfield said while giving her a soft smile. 

“I actually go in later, wait what time is it?” She checked her phone and jumped up out of her seat when she saw the time. “Oh my god I was supposed to start an hour ago, and I’m here, Linda why didn’t you say anything?” She said turning around towards the older woman working the register. Who in return gave her a wink and a smile before tending to the customer now in line, the first in hours. 

“I’m so sorry Robert, I have to go.” She said as she gathered her things. He knew he shouldn’t, but he needed to see her again. 

“Perhaps we could do this again sometime?” he said, folding his jacket over his arms.

“I would love to, you could give me your number and we could plan something.” The girl said with a smile. 

“Oh, I don’t have a phone.” He said, which he immediately regretted since he knew in this day and age was weird. “I broke it yesterday, I was going to replace it tomorrow.” He said quickly thinking of something. “But, I can pick you up here this weekend, if you would be interested.” 

“That sounds great, what time?”  

“I was thinking maybe around 1:00? I hear the weather will be nice on Saturday, so I thought maybe we could have a picnic.” He said, knowing that doing something during the day would mean that his boss could not interrupt it, 

“That sounds wonderful, It’s a date.” She said while making her way to the registrar. “I’ll see you then Robert.” 

He smiled and said goodbye as he made his way out the door and onto the street, the sun starting to go down. He had realized what exactly he had done. He knew that he couldn’t let his boss find out about her, and he also knew how hard that would be to do. But, knowing that he would get to be with her, made how hard this would be worth it. 

“Oh fuck me.” he said making his way back to his boss, but with a smile on his face, something that hadn’t truly been there in a long time.

#renfield #renfield imagine #renfield fanfic #renfield x reader #renfield fluff #robert montague renfield #r.m. renfield #renfield fic #renfield movie #nicholas hoult #nicholas cage #ben shwartz #awkwafina

[seat-safety-switch]

I’m a plumber. My father was a plumber, his father was a plumber, maybe his father was a plumber. We don’t know for sure. Grandpa was eaten by a tiger working at the zoo that one fateful afternoon, but this story isn’t about that. Where I work is a little company called Fel-Pro.

Maybe you’ve heard of Fel-Pro. You probably use their products. They’re one of the pre-eminent gasket manufacturers of the 21st century. Wherever there’s two tubes in your car that have to have a nice tight seal against each other, chances are Fel-Pro sells something to replace that seal. Are they as good as factory? Experts employed by Fel-Pro mumble and change the subject. Here’s the important thing: they have money, and some of that money goes to feed my kids by way of me fixing their office plumbing once in awhile.

Now, it’s not all roses. My plumber and custodian buddies who work in other companies, they say that people mostly stay out of their way while they’re working. Maybe once in awhile, they’ll get a Super Dad who chats a bit about power tools, or asks some basic questions about their toilet at home, or doesn’t want to take responsibility for having left a cast-iron shit in the tank and then trying to cram it through the manifold using thirty pounds of toilet paper. The usual stuff, right?

At Fel-Pro, it’s different. These motherfuckers have opinions about plumbing, as you would expect from their careers. As soon as they hear even the smallest pinhole leak, the bathroom is filled wall-to-wall with engineers, trying to figure out if it’s a gasket interface issue. Once they realize it isn’t, they start discussing ways to make it a gasket issue.

Anything that leaks is caused by inferior gasketry, even if the pipe itself has split in the middle. They could solve that by making a sort of very long, pipe-shaped grommet gasket to replace the pipe entirely. Yeah, yeah. And then a bunch of these pencil-necks start climbing over top of me to take measurements with their Mitutoyo digital calipers, and video-chat with the toilet manufacturer’s engineers just to call them rookie-level chumps. All the while, the bathroom is slowly filling with water up to our waists, the water-shutoff valve having been removed years before to prevent these eggheads from being tempted to fuck with it.

As any professional would, I started ignoring them, but it turns out that showed up on my performance review. Everyone at Fel-Pro has to be vigilant against leaks, said my boss, a dour expression on his face. He thrust a diagram on how to apply the proper torque pattern to the wax seal of a toilet.

Don’t get me started on how angry they get when they see me using hardware-store silicone bathroom caulking to solve the problem. That’s not the ideal thermal interface, they moan, and start bringing out all kinds of high-zoot polymer compounds, emblazoned with safety warnings in Chinese. Those make the room spin pretty good, and sometimes they get worryingly hot on application, but I must admit they work a treat. One engineer brought me something he stole from a tour he took of NASA and told me to seal a leaking air conditioner drain with it. Well, mission accomplished, buddy: Jim, the custodian I share an office with, had to use a plasma cutter to remove it last week.

It’s gotten so bad that I’ve started only doing plumbing repairs in the middle of the night, when the engineers are likely to be at home, berating their spouses for daring to bring Scotch tape into their home.

[sgt-morgan]

Guessing Game 🦯

Summary: You and Matt have a little inside joke, turns out you’re hella right

Warnings: AFAB and female identifying reader, Mentions of g!ns, probably blasphemy, Matt’s dangerously beautiful ass. None really, v fluffy.

A/N: This is for all you girlies still waiting for Matt to show his face in She-Hulk. I’ll fill your thirst void. We are gonna get there 2gether I swear.

Pt.2 Robin Bites Back.

Pt.3 The Test

DD Masterlist

“Jesus Christ Matt!” You exclaim, dropping crumbs all over the court documents you had been diligently going over for the past forty five minutes. When your boss (technically) and the man of your dreams walked in with the biggest bruise you’d ever seen, you honestly forgot they were there.

“Blasphemy, really? Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” he chuckled as you rushed over to check him over for more injuries, trying to calm the frantic beating of your heart from the nickname.

“If Jesus could see you, he’d take his own name in vain.” Matt huffed out a laugh at that, as you gently pressed a finger to the bruise. He hissed in pain, and you hissed back in sympathy. “Sorry, What happened?”

“I got in a really gnarly bar fight.” Matt pursed his lips and flexed his-surprisingly-muscular arm. You rolled your eyes and smacked his bicep, He gave an over exaggerated ‘ow!’ And rubbed his arm with a frown. Or so you thought, in reality, there was actually a pretty nasty knife wound there from the same asshole who got his face. He got his injuries fending off a mugging just outside Josie’s.

“Haha Murdock, no way some drunk asshole is gonna punch a blind guy, nobody is that stupid.” Matt could tell you were rolling your eyes, and he smirked.

“What, don’t think I could win a fight? Is it cause I’m blind?” He grinned wolfishly and you flopped back down in your desk chair.

“No Mathew, I’ve seen you move, I bet you take after your dad. Got some sort of illegal fight ring I should know about?” You brushed the crumbs from your papers and started to work again.

“Ah, yeah you caught me sweetheart. Got a fight ring stashed in the old Fogwell’s building. It’s like poetic Justice.” He laughs, sitting opposite you and pulling his own work from his brief case. You laugh and shake your head. God, he loved that sound.

“Yeah, alright wise guy, when are you gonna tell me the truth huh? I’ll bet you’re that man in the black mask, ah what’s his name… OH! Daredevil!” You snapped your fingers and chuckled again, not noticing Matt’s whole body go rigid in panic. He listens to your heart beat for any sighs you weren’t joking, but only found it’s normal steady pace.

“Yeah, I’m secretly a ninja for sure.” He chuckled stiffly, trying to play it off. Luckily, you were already wrapped up in your work, and didn’t even notice the slight flop sweat that ghosted over his brow.

“Alright DD, chop chop. Gotta make sure your day job still pays the bills.” You mumbled, and how right you were.

Matt kept coming to work with bruises, and you kept making jokes about them. He knew you made them because you worried, and if he could joke about it, you figured he was fine. He loved that about you, you had the ability to bring levity to any situation. He was grateful for it. What he was not grateful for, was how close those jokes sometimes hit to the truth.

“Woah! What happened this time DD? Catch that mugger?”

“Whoa there Devilman! You and Spider-Man catch a cat burglar?”

“Jeez man without fear, you’d think with skills like that they would have made you an avenger already.”

Matt laughed at every single one, but that Spider-Man one was just uncanny. Sure, it was a guy robbing a bodega, but it was close enough. You kept up the running gag, and it was honestly surprising Foggy and Karen had never heard you. One day though, you almost caught on to how right you were because his dumb friends were no good with subtlety.

You, Foggy, and Karen all happened to be in the break room one morning, when Matt stumbled in after a rough night. “Hello Daredevil, you give somebody the horns last night?” You said it with such serious nonchalance, that Karen gasped and Foggy spit his coffee across the room. Matt smacked a hand to his forehead and just pictured the cartoonish shock on his friends faces, conjuring memories of Looney Tunes and Scooby-Doo. You turned to look, and Matt made silencing motions behind your back to a wide eyed Foggy and Karen, who were gaping in horror at your joke. “Jeez guys! It was just a joke, right Matty?” You turned just as Matt stoped his wild gestures and he laughed, shrugging off his suit jacket.

“Yeah guys, what. You really think I’m Daredevil or something?” He laughed awkwardly, and Foggy and Karen caught on.

“Oh! Haha! No! Of course not!” Foggy started chuckling awkwardly, and Karen joined him.

“Yeah! Good one!” Karen giggled almost manically, but you didn’t notice, too busy obliviously cleaning up Foggy’s spit take. It was moments like these that Matt was glad that you were a bit of a social ditz.

When the shock wore off, Karen and Foggy found your little inside joke to be hysterical. They joined in on your little jokes as well, cracking off some really good ones, much to your delight.

“Jeez buddy,” you started one morning. “Have a rough evening being Justice?”

Foggy cackled and did a growly Batman voice. “I am Justice, I am vengeance, IM BATMAN!” You laughed and he grinned. Making you laugh was quickly becoming a competition in the office, and by god was he determined to win.

Karen was not to be beat either, she was getting in some real zingers herself.

“Good lord Mathew! Tell the criminals of the Kitchen to stop damaging the goods!” You grimaced at the cut on his cheek.

“You think my face is the goods?” He grinned waggling his eyebrows to an empty corner and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s not the criminals that need to take a break,” Karen scoffed, “It’s all that pent up Catholic guilt.”

You cackle and Karen grinned. You however, not to be beat in this battle of wits, got the last laugh. “You know Karen? I think you’re right! I’m honestly surprised he doesn’t piss holy water.” Matt looked like a wet cat, but Foggy and Karen had tears in their eyes.

Then of course there was the Christmas Sweater incident. “What’s that?” You asked, watching Matt stuff a red piece of clothing back into a brown paper bag.

“What’s this?” Matt tilted his head with a frown, like he always did when he was curious about something. You did what you always did when Matt did this and kissed his up turned cheek and patted it twice. “My sweater for the holiday party.”

“A sweater devil boy? for the holiday party at Josie’s?” You nodded with satisfaction. “The one we planned with Karen and Foggy not three weeks ago?”

“The very same,” Matt nodded, “Yes. We’re also playing Secret Santa. I’ve already got a gift for my pick.” He grinned.

“Good boy!” you grinned and Matt preened, “I’ve got mine as well. Now all we have to do is turn up in one piece, think you can manage Devilman?”

“Only for you.” Matt grinned and he could feel the heat of the blush rising in your cheeks, hear the way your heart rate stuttered at his flirting.

“Cheeky,” you chuckled, and set down the paperwork you copied over to Braille for him with two pats to his right hand. Your little substitute for a wink. “Keep talking like that and I’ll have to find some mistletoe.”

The fabled holiday party came, and Matt did indeed manage to get to Josie’s without a scrape. He could hear you and the other’s whispering in your booth and grinned. He got to your table and you gasped.

“Mathew Murdock, where did you find such ghastly reindeer ears!?” You cackled.

“Peter got them for me, I asked him to pick up my secret Santa gift and he brought these along with him.” He shrugged with his roguish lopsided grin that made your insides turn to jello.

“Well they’re awful, I must have a pair.” You laughed, scooting to make more room for your friend, but first he folded up his cane, and pulled off his jacket revealing his great secret. “MATHEW MEREDITH MURDOCK!” You exclaimed with uncontrollable mirth, Foggy laughed at your presumed and nonsensical middle name. “What is that!?” Pulled over his signature too-tight button up, was a red sweater with holiday trimmings that read ‘IM NOT DAREDEVIL’ in bold print. He smiled in victory as he heard the laughter from his table of friends. Could practically taste your tears of joy, heard the wheezing, and the way you all struggled to catch your breath.

“Oh god, I’m gonna pee myself.” You chortled, clinging to his arm and wiping your tears. Foggy was staring at the thing in shock, and Karen was trying (and failing) to hold back her giggles. He had beaten you all at your own game. “Mathew Murdock, I could kiss you.”

“Please do!” Matt laughed, finally plopping into the empty seat beside you. You smacked his arm and he winked.

“Oh god, let’s start drinking. I’m already exhausted and we haven’t even exchanged gifts.” You sighed with a laugh.

You all laughed, and drank, and sang Holiday tunes until midnight. You also exchanged your gifts. Mostly joke things. Matt bought Karen a ‘half cup’ mug, that was like a sawed off mug with a flat back. “So you can cut back on the caffeine!” He had chuckled. Karen bought Foggy a pack of un-clickable pens, and a rock’n’roll Santa tie. “There, now I won’t strangle you when you play with the pens in your office, no noise!” Foggy bought you a pet rock for your desk, that had little tiny devil horns and google eyes, “you needed a friend,” he grinned, “and what better friend than your very own deskdevil?” You chuckled as well, pulling out the last gift of the night and passed it to Matt, a devil shaped re-freezeable ice pack. “So you can ice your face!” Matt laughed heartily and thanked you, chuckling as you helped him run his hands over the cartoonish horns, and described the color.

When the evening came to a close, Matt left around an hour before you all did, claiming he had court documents he needed to sign and return to a client by tomorrow. Foggy and Karen nodded, and you went with it because you didn’t know the man’s work load, and frankly you were burgeoning on too drunk to care. You had another round of shots, and then the rest of you left. You parted ways with a very inebriated Karen and Foggy at the corner, and headed back to your apartment (also very inebriated). About halfway to your apartment, you got a very uneasy feeling, as if someone was following you. You knew you should have called Matt to come get you.

You kept steady down the alley way, hoping that by subtly walking faster, you’d get back into the streetlights quicker so whoever it was, if there even was someone, would let you go without a fuss. What you didn’t realize, was that when you’re as drunk as you are, subtly speeding up announced itself as a sprint. Then you felt hands jerk you back suddenly, one over your mouth and one jammed something that felt suspiciously like a gun into your back.

“Gimmie the bag and nobody gets hurt.” A voice slurs from behind you. You raise your hands and drop the bag, congratulating yourself mentally for putting your wallet in your front pocket with your phone earlier. You hope that if he takes the bag and you run fast enough, he won’t notice. Thank god it’s just one du-

“Now empty your pockets!” Well, shit. That’s no good. You should have known that shitty drunk assholes traveled in packs. That way, if shit head numero uno forgets, shithead two will inevitably pick up the slack, that’s street slime 101. “You hear me bitch? Pockets!” Shithead number two reaches for your front pocket when-

THWACK!

Oh Merry FUCKING Christmas to you, a vigilante, now shithead one is gonna be jumpy and you’re gonna bleed out in an alleyway from an overzealous trigger finger. God has a sick sense of humor after all, you bet it’s Daredevil, that would REALLY prove God to be a comedian.

“I know you don’t have a gun, let the girl go.” A blur of motion and then in all his glory, the Daredevil. (Because of fucking course.)

“H-how do you know?” Shit bag squirms and grasps you tighter. You roll your eyes, this is gonna take all night, and all you wanna do is drink another beer and imagine Matt’s ass in the new suit you helped him buy, you’re over it. You strike while he’s distracted. “I could have a g-OOF!” You stomp on sleezebag’s foot and head but him in the nose. Yikes, that shit hurt, how do these super dorks do it. Once you were released, you ran behind Daredevil and let him finish knocking the guy out. From behind though, you noticed something very strange. When he finally turned to you, you voiced your assumption.

“You got a familiar ass.” You slurred, scrunching your brow. Daredevil let out a bewildered chuckle.

“Oh? And what might a familiar ass look like?” Matt shook his head, picking your bag up from the sidewalk with a breathy chuckle. You’re drunk, surely you won’t figure it out.

“Peachy, round, hot, very uhhh-“ he nodded and put your bag back on your shoulder, cocking his head to the side with a grin. Just like- “LAWYERLY! OH MY GOD! M-“ he clapped a hand over your mouth shushing you, you squealed and pointed and flailed around.

“Sh! Yes! Baby, you called it! You were right!” He shushed frantically pulling you into the darkened alleyway again. He was stunned, you really managed to figure it out. You recognized him… by his ass. He’s never gonna let you live this down, at least, if you live through this. You locked his palm and he let go of you with a disgusted sound.

When he finally released your mouth you whisper yelled. “Oh my god!? I was right!? Holy shit! You’re! And then I’m- and god! I don’t know where your hands have been DD ew! Gross!” You made spitting noises and blew raspberries, and then went to start shouting again, he frantically shushed you long enough to get you to listen.

“Yes! You’re very clever! Let’s get you home yeah?” He nodded slowly, steering you in the direction of your apartment. He got you there in relative silence, keeping you occupied by jumping from building to building following you. You giggled when he would perch on the rooftops, laughing about him being a ‘poser’ or as ‘blind as a bat’, leading you to sing a drunken rendition of Meatloaf’s bat out of hell much to his amusement and frustration. He had honestly never been more endeared to you, you were taking this whole vigilante thing like a champ, he wondered faintly if it was the booze, but now was not the time. It was slow going, but you made it. He climbed through the window you opened once you got in, and flipped on your couch. To his shock, you plopped into his lap. “Hey there sweet pea!” He laughed, curling his arms around you. Your drunken stupor made you affectionate, he would file that away for later.

“Wow Matty! You’re a hero!” You crow, pulling his mask from his head with a flourish and plopping it on your coffee table. “You got horns and everything! We gotta talk! I know you’re really blind, cause I switched all your socks with My Little Pony socks that one time and you didn’t see,” Matt spluttered at this, but you shushed him with your fingers before he could get more details. “Also, who would go through all the trouble of learning Braille if they were lying. Psh- I wouldn’t for sure! So you gotta have like super smell, or touch, or hearing, or something! Oh Jeez! Super smell! I gotta smell like Josie’s! And that smells real bad! I’m sorry!” You tried to get up and almost fell, so Matt pulled you back onto his lap.

“I do have all those things,” he chuckled, pushing your hair from your face, brown eyes vacantly moving around the room. “But you always smell good! The gross is there, the trash cans outside your building, Josie’s, the homeless robber, but overtop of all that is your skin, and your perfume, and coffee.” He scrunched his nose adorably and you coo and stroke it with a finger.

“Oh Matty, that’s so nice!” You sniffle, “you’re really good at flipping on stuff, are you a ninja?” She gasps, whispering conspiratorially.

“No,” he whispers back, “but my dad was a boxer, and I trained with a guy called stick.” He answered all of the questions you came up with and held you in his lap, he wished that he could live in this moment forever. He wished that he could hold you like this all the time; breathing in your shampoo and talking with you about his life. It was a balm to his aching heart, and a real relief to no longer be lying to the woman he suspected more and more would be his forever.

“Wow Matty, you’re so cool.” You sighed, burrowing into his suit and coiling around him tightly. “I was right all along! You really are Daredevil! Foggy and Karen knew! They suck ass! You should have told me you big meanie, I coulda been helping! I could be your sidekick!” He nodded and chuckled as you start to nod off, muttering about Batman and Robin.

“Yeah, yeah honey, you can be my Robin.” He grinned, kissing your hair.

“Well, you told me a secret, now I gotta tell you one!” You jolted awake suddenly with urgency, and leaned into his ear. “I think you’re really hot, and I wanna kiss you all the time.” You then leaned back and put your finger over your lips tapping the back of his hand twice. “Ok! That’s all! Night Matty!”

Matt sat frozen in shock as you stood, he could feel the currents shifting, hear the soft clothing rustle against your skin as you got undressed and flopped onto your bed. Within seconds you were snoring, and Matt was beaming. He couldn’t believe it, you liked him after all, he’d see how you felt sober. The Daredevil thing is fun for now, but when you’re sober he didn’t know how true that would be.

In the morning, you awoke with a groan, your head aches and you felt like you’d been hit by a bus. Then you remembered you’r really hit boss is a vigilante, and you suddenly felt very awake. You turned your head to check the time, and saw that Matt had left you a glass of water, some Tylenol, and had recorded a voicemail on your phone, his name blinking on your screen over and over. You took the medicine and listened to it with nervous jitters, remembering the nights revelations.

“Hey sweet stuff, I left you some meds, figured you’d be pretty worn out. When you wake up, shoot me a text and we can go get some food, and I’ll fill you in on all the other stuff. If you need anything, let me know. Since you wanna kiss me all the time, you can pay me with those, I hear Daredevil loves being paid in affection. Talk to you soon, bye.”

You stood there again, shocked but grinning. Matt liked you, and now you knew it, but most importantly, you screeched into your empty apartment…

“I WAS RIGHT!”

The sequel

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[yankpop]

Yandere Doyoung (NCT) - Bad Mistake

Summary: You once dated the infamous mafia leader Doyoung in order to bring him to justice. Now, he’s back and he wants it all back. 

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. Please, be 18+ to read this. Make sure to read the trigger warnings before you get started, but everything is yandere/dark and includes toxic behaviours.

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Non-con (intercourse) + Breeding kink; Kidnapping; Implied forced marriage/pregnancy

AN: This is really long, so it's more like a one-shot or a fic. Hope you guys enjoy this 💖

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It’s already dark outside when you finally park the car in your street, the dim moon light lightening the street. November had already settled in with cold temperatures and shorter days.

Walking towards the house, you fumble in finding the keys inside your purse at the same time as you try to adjust your heavy jacket. It’s a struggle to open the door with your purse and the multiple grocery bags hanging from your arms, but you manage to finally open it and enter the small house, locking the door once again.

Dropping the keys and your purse in the counter next to the door, you make your way towards the kitchen.

“Did you really think you’d get away from me?” a somber voice erupts from the darkness of your living room, making you jump. 

No.

Your grocery bags fall on the ground but you couldn’t care less. Terror blossoms inside you at hearing that familiar voice. You freeze, trying to figure out how to get out of the house and you mentally curse yourself for leaving the keys. 

One of the lamps suddenly turns on, lightening the space. From the corner of your eyes, you notice a figure standing up from your couch and coming towards you. 

You feel the urge to run, to fight but you know that he’s stronger and faster than you. How far could you get away, even if you tried?

The same thought seems to cross his mind. “Don’t even think about it. No use running now, I’ve already found you so let’s not make it worse for you, alright?” he warns you. 

He comes inevitably closer, finally standing in front of you. Doyoung looks the same yet different at the same time. Maybe it’s because he holds a darker expression, a subtle anger hidden in the depths of his being. 

Probably caused by your betrayal. 

Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as you look at him scared. He doesn’t smile at you, studying you, like he is trying to remember all details about your face.

“I finally found you after 2 years. Doesn’t feel real yet, though.” he says, his hand elevating to softly touch your face. You flinch at the touch, his cold hand making you shiver. 

“You were such a bag girl, weren’t you? A bitch, actually.” his voice adopts a hardness that he never used on you before. “It hurt me to find out that you deceived me, used me. I couldn’t even believe you could do such a thing.” his hand descends to your face, his fingers lightly caressing your cheek. The action is sweet but a twisted look starts settling in his face. 

“Doyoung, I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” a harsh slap cuts you off and you raise your hand to touch your cheek, shocked by his action. 

“Don’t look so surprised, that’s the least you deserve for betraying me like that.” he growls, livid with anger. His hand clenched tight and you shrink in fear that he may strike you again. 

This is all your fault. You never wanted to date him in the first place, hell you didn’t even know who he was until you were approached by the police to infiltrate yourself in Doyoung’s life. He was part of the mafia, bossing one of their units that operated in the city you lived in.

Your job was simple, to become close with Doyoung and get the evidence that would allow the police to shut down their illegal business. In return, the police would drop all the charges against your brother, who happens to be a low life thief.

Things weren’t that simple as Doyoung quickly became too protective of you, always near you in an obsessive way. He acted like he owned you, always treating you like the most precious prize. Having him controlling your life was something that you obliged with, knowing it would make him trust you faster.

However, trust wasn’t a word that was in his vocabulary. Always looking over his shoulders, Doyoung never allowed anyone close to his laptop, the one containing all the files and documents regarding his criminal activity.

You, as his fiance, eventually had access to it, and without Doyoung’s knowledge you finally managed to get your hands on the proof you needed. 

You delivered it to the police and a new life and identity were given to you for your own safety. What happened to Doyoung was something you left behind you, not caring enough to know that. Your brother was now free and so were you. 

You moved on and started living your life normally once again, same as your brother, who had left you to live in a different country. That was 2 years ago and it seems like you’ve runned out of luck.

“To the bedroom. Now.” he orders you, his hand grabbing your arm and pulling you. You don’t even try to fight him, knowing it would only make him angrier.

He certainly had a temper sometimes, but had always been directed towards his man. Now, it seems like you’re not gonna receive the privilege you once had. 

Once you reach the dark room, Doyoung pushes you against the wall. 

“You’re never escaping me again, I won’t allow it.” he declares, his hand suddenly choking you. Not a gentle chokehold though, but instead a strong unpleasant squeeze that doesn’t allow you to breathe.

Your eyes widen at the lack of air, your hands trying to push Doyoung’s hand away but you’re not strong enough to do so. It only makes him darkly chuckle, his eyes glinting with malicious pleasure.

The hold on your throat gets impossibly tighter, making you gasp and not even a second later he harshly  pushes you towards the bed, finally releasing your throat. You fall over the bed, tears burning in your eyes as your throat painfully burns as precious air fills your lungs.  

“I admit I was incredibly naive to believe you in the first place. Always gave you too much freedom, didn’t I? All of my men told me that was my mistake and they were right, weren’t they. But I won’t repeat the same mistake twice.” Doyoung rambles, removing his balck expensive jacket and throwing it on the floor.

He doesn’t stop there, starting to unbutton his shirt and that’s when it hits you what he truly wants.  

Despite being his fiancé, sex was off the table. Doyoung had always respected your wishes although it was evident how much he wanted you. You claimed no sex until marriage yet your real reason was that you didn’t want any type of physical relation since you were only on a undercover mission.

Your handler didn’t insist on this matter, saying that as a civilian you could choose whatever you wanted to do as long as in the end you got the smoking evidence, which you did. 

Doyoung shoves the shirt off his body, his muscled torso coming in display. “I was too fucking lenient with you. Even Taeyong told me I should be more strict. Pff, you should see how he keeps his girl on a tight leash.” he comments, more to himself than to you. His hands start fumbling with his belt and that’s when it hits you that you can’t do this.

You just can’t. 

Pushing yourself from the bed, you dash towards the door only to be caught by Doyoung. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back. He starts dragging you back to the bed as you scream for help. This time he throws you even harder on the bed, knocking the air out of you.

“Just shut up, you’re making things worse for you. No one is going to help you.” 

He hurriedly removes the belt and grabs your hands, tying the leather belt around your hands behind your back, making it difficult for you to move when he rips off your jacket and shirt from your body.

You start yelling only to have a piece of tape glued to your mouth. He unceremoniously pulls down your winter skirt, his eyes greedily observing your legs.

One of his hands comes to grope your thigh, kneeling down to kiss it. You try lifting it in order to hit him with your knee, but he’s fast to dodge it. He chuckles at your failed attempt, reverting his attention to your neck.

“Just the tip, I promise.” Doyoung mutters as his lips kiss the soft skin of your neck. You vehemently shake your head, only to be ignored by him. Your whole body trembles with fear as his fingers drag themselves across your practically naked body until they reach your panties, promptly pulling them. The belt keeps digging into your wrists, but you still attempt to free yourself. 

He quickly disposes of his pants and underwear, carelessly throwing them over his shoulder. The tape over your mouth makes it harder for you to scream but you still try, hoping your muffled pleas could convince him to stop him. 

It doesn’t, only making Doyoung annoyed. His hand grabs your hair, violently pushing it backwards as you’re forced to make eye contact with him. “Stop acting like a brat! I’m trying to be nice here, okay? It’s just the tip, I already said that.” he snaps at you, his jaw clenched hard. It doesn’t make you feel better but your cries lower volume, expecting Doyoung to keep his word. 

He notices your sudden calmness and a pleased smile curls his lips. Pressing a wet kiss on your temple, he talks. “See? Much better now so keep up the good behavior and I might reward you later.” 

Doyoung diverts his attention towards his member, pulling it towards your opening. The feeling of his cock against your opening reignites your fear again, but you force yourself to stay quiet and keep your eyes closed, not wanting to see him.

His cock pushes against your entrance, entering your pussy. Without a condom. The feeling isn’t pleasant for you unlike for Doyoung, who groans in delight. He buries his head on your shoulder, pressing a kiss on it.

The movement makes him bury a little more of himself inside and your eyes open wide as fear runs through your veins.  

“Fuck, this is so good. You feel amazing, babe.” he moans, sucking a spot on your neck. You make a small noise, trying to indicate to him to remove it but he ignores you, instead slipping more of himself inside you. The burn of his stretch is uncomfortable and you scrunch your brows as your dried tears start leaking again. 

A growl slips his lips as he roughly pushes the rest of his cock inside, eyes half-closed with pleasure. “Oh fuck, sorry, babe. You feel so good that I need to finish this.” 

You struggle with the belt once again as he starts thrusting into you, his cock going too deep, bruising you inside. He grabs the back of your legs, forcing them to open further as he keeps slamming his length at a fast pace. 

Sweat starts shining in his forehead as he keeps fucking you vigorously, making the whole bed shake. Having him inside you gives you a nauseating feeling, the brute force of his thrusts weaking both your body and pussy. 

Your pussy begins feeling sore as a result of the continuous assault. Doyoung, on other hand, thrives as he fucks you full. 

“Oh! Fuck, babe. I’m gonna cum soon.” 

“Gonna fill you with my babies, gonna make sure you can’t escape me.” 

He slams into you impossibly harder and you moan in pain, your insides aching immensely, not used to such an intense intrusion. 

He keeps it up, leaving you to hope he ends this torture soon. A while after his movements become erratic, his breathing heavy and you realize he’s close.

A wave of terror fills you at the possibility of getting pregnant, but there’s nothing you can do to stop him. 

“I’m so close, babe. I’m gonna make sure you’re knocked up after this. We’re gonna have so many kids together.” he groans heavily, his hips brutally jerking against yours as he chases his orgasm. With an animalistic groan and a few more thrusts, he finally stops.

Leaning towards you, he presses his forehead against your own, eyes closed and heavy breaths shaking his chest. 

His cum leaks out of you as he pulls out, his fingers immediately pushing some of the white liquid back into your aching hole. Pulling away from you, he walks out of the room leaving you there. A few seconds later he returns with a wet towel that he presses on your face, carefully cleaning the sweat and tears. 

The expression on his face almost looks remorseful as he takes in your broken expression. He cups your face with one hand, incentivizing to look at him, which you refuse to do.  

“I didn’t mean to be so rough, I’m sorry. You know I had to do this, right? I can’t let you walk away from me again.” 

He unties the belt and helps you stand, which you find hard to do given the uncomfortable ache between your legs, his sticky cum leaking. Doyoung hurriedly finds a few clothes in your wardrobe, throws them at you and tells you to dress them.

“And hurry up. I’m taking you back home.” he says, starting to dress himself back but keeping an attentive eye on you.

You tiredly sigh, obeying his order. 

There is nothing else you can do to escape him. 

Soft morning light bathes the spacious living room, giving you a feeling of comfort. The sun always brightens your mood, almost as if it gives you hope.

As you descend the last few steps of the stairs that lead to the living room, your ears are flooded with low squeals and laughter.

A small smile appears on your face when you see countless toys scattered on the floor, and in the center of the room, a small toddler who is joyfully playing with a doll. Your daughter. 

“Mommy, mommy!” she happily exclaims, running towards you and hugging your legs. You let out a small laugh, running your fingers through her hair. As she looks up to you, you can’t stop admiring how beautiful she is.

She looks like a perfect mix between you and Doyoung.

“I wanted to play with you dolls but daddy told me to let you sleep.” she whines, a pout decorating her lips as she looks behind. You follow her look and meet Doyoung’s eyes as he offers you an open smile.

“Good morning, babe. Didn’t want to bother you, I know you’ve been extra tired lately” he apologies, he’s sitting on the beige couch holding your one year-old baby boy who sleeps peacefully in his father’s arms. 

"It's okay, I couldn’t sleep much more.” you say, your eyes fixated on your baby. Your daughter grabs your hand and tries pulling you to the floor to play with her, only to be scolded by her dad. 

“Not now, princess. We talked about this, you can’t bother your mom so often. Be a good girl and I’ll play with you later after work .” he quickly adds the last sentence, his face softening after the sad pout that appeared on her face. “Fine, daddy.” 

You walk towards him, letting your daughter go back to her toys. 

Sitting next to him, one of his arms wraps around your shoulders pushing you closer to him as he presses a kiss to your lips. You divert your eyes to the baby and touch his tiny cheek with a finger, glad that the baby is sleeping.

Doyoung’s eyes follow your movements, almost as if he’s trying to decipher your mood and you force yourself to keep a neutral expression.

You’ll never be actually happy with being back to him or to the house that has become a prison, but your kids make it worth it. Ever since you had your daughter, you have tried to compromise with Doyoung and in return, he is more lenient with you.

But freedom is something you’ll never get again, Doyoung has made sure of that. 

The baby stirs up a bit and Doyoung is fast to rock his arms. Your motherly instincts jump into action and you stretch out your arms to take the baby but Doyoung stops you.

“It’s okay, I got this. Doctor told you to take it easy.” he explains, furrowing his eyebrows as his eyes lower to your barely noticeable bump.

Your hand involuntarily falls into your stomach, rubbing it as you nod. You were only 3 months along, but Doyoung forbade you from carrying any weight. He was always extra protective when you’re pregnant, but over the past 4 years you’ve gotten somewhat used to him. You try your best to compromise for the sake of your kids. 

“Yeah, you’re right, I guess.” you give in, tiredly yawning.

You lean your head against Doyoung’s shoulder, feeling the warmth radiating from his body as you doze off, listening to your daughter playing. 

Wondering how your life could've had been if you never met Doyoung.

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[sophiasharp]

It’s probably because of how deeply tied to their identities the Tadfools’ backstories are (and also how the fuck does Tav fit into anything) but I’m kinda surprised by how I haven’t seen much, if any, role-swap stories for Baldur’s Gate yet. Which is a shame cause I think there could be a lot of potential there, cause none of these guys would respond to each other’s circumstances the exact same way.

Think of a noble-borne Astarion, who might not have been the best person but still would give anything to see the city he loves safe. This time, it is not infernal machinations that threatens Baldur’s Gate, but the long-standing rot of the Faewild that promises to bring about its ruin. The binding of his mortal soul is made all the more bitter by his family’s formal disowning of a child who conspires with the Fae. Making himself into a hero is not done out of a genuine selflessness but out of a necessity to try and reap SOME reward out of sacrifice, to make it MEAN something other than losing all he once knew.

Think of Lae’zel, stolen from Selune’s Tears during a Githyanki training mission and brought up in the Sharran cloister, damned to forget herself while always and forever remaining OTHER compared to the rest of the acolytes. Shar bids one live their lives in the shadow, but she figures one must sometimes bring the shadows forward more forcefully if they are to further their cause. As a war cleric, she promises to become the sword-arm to the Nightsinger that might one day banish the light for good. And yet, she still wonders some days where she comes from and why her hand sometimes burns so fiercely.

Think of a young, bright-eyed, and curious Karlach, raised on tales of swords and sorcery, who more than anything wants to become one of those heroes one day. She wants to be the next Elminster, or Tasha, or Mordenkainen- no, she wants to be BETTER than them, to outshine even the greatest of spellcasters and use her power to protect those she loves. Mystra sees her determination and feeds it, letting her enthusiasm grow to obsession as she gets older, leaving behind her friends and family in favor of her greatest passion incarnate. But it’s not enough. How could it ever be, when the woman who claims to love her, the one she’s built her life around, continues to hold true mastery of the arcane just out of her grasp? Surely there is some way she can prove her worth. Surely, with her Goddess’s favor and her own deft hand at Abjuration, she will be able to gift Mystra the one thing she wasn’t able to take on her own.

Think of a Gale, a scrappy young man with so much arcane potential and yet none of the money necessary to have it be honed properly. Still, mouths must be fed, and so he pushes himself to become stronger, strong enough to support his single mother in the City of Splendor. Indeed, he grows strong enough to catch the attention of an up-and-coming politician from Baldur’s Gate who may have some shady dealings on the side, but the money was good enough for him to look the other way. Just as long as he could keep sending money back to Waterdeep, he didn’t care much what his boss did. Until, one day, everything changed. He was sent to the hells, his heart ripped out of his own chest and replaced with a searing hot contraption that threatened to burn him from the inside out. Ten years he spends down there, fighting a war he never signed up for, and a rage begins to take form. Through his anger, the magic inside him finally finds a conduit, wild enough to let him survive through everything.

Think of Jenevelle, kidnapped during her Selunite rite of passage by mindflayers and later “saved” by Githyanki raiders. She is offered the chance to prove herself more than a slave, and grabs on with both hands. She trains among them, fighting not only to survive but to be the BEST at it, to justify her existence amongst their ranks. By the time she is grown, her past life is but a distant, painful memory. She earns the title of Shadowheart, her mettle as cold and furious as the dark side of the moon. For her own safety, she can never let herself stop fighting to be better. She will become Vlakith’s champion if that’s what it takes for her to finally, finally be enough.

Think of a Wyll Ravengard born two centuries earlier, nearly killed and left for dead by one of his father’s political rivals when a cold hand offers eternal salvation. Later, he wishes he had perished in the alley as intended. He spends years, decades hoping that his father and the rest of the flaming fist would find him, only to be crushed when rescue from his living hell never comes. He outlives all that would have known the face of Grand Duke Ravengard’s late son, becomes a ghost of himself as he learns how to lead countless to their deaths in the hopes of saving his own skin from more pain. And yet, somewhere deep inside him, there lays a part of him that still holds hope for the happily ever afters of the old stories he clings to despite everything he’s gone through. By day, he sharpens his claws, remembers his training from before his life was thrown away, re-teaches himself how to strike hard and fast before anyone can react, and bides his time. Maybe, just maybe, the gods would give him the chance to be his own hero. The monster and the hunter both.

#Baldur’s gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #I also have thoughts about Halsin and Minthara but they are a lot harder to switch around given that they’re so tied to the Absolute stuff #in case you couldn’t tell the subclasses I chose for each was #Archfey Warlock for Astarion #War Cleric for Lae’zel #Abjuration Wizard for Karlach #Wild Magic Barbarian for Gale #Champion fighter for Shadowheart #and Assassin Rogue for Wyll #every time it boggles my mind that Astarion is supposed to be an Arcane Trickster. how? who taught him this shit? for what purpose? #Sophia and her stuff

[dreaming-of-mossballs]

A Visit to the Landau Estate - (Gepard x florist!reader)

Summary: You get a surprise call from Gepard asking you to look at the flowers he’s been growing.

▸ Genre(s): Fluff

▸ Word Count: 3.9k

▸ Tags: Gepard x reader

▸ Warnings: Reader is short + slightly fem coded (I’m trying to get better at this), food mention, established (platonic) relationship but reader is experiencing some inner turmoil about their feelings for Gepard,

A/N: I was attempting to make this a one-shot, but it’s really better if you read the first part of Bamboo for a Bashful Captain. This is part of that series. I don’t think I’ll be doing the one-shot thing again because it’s a pain to do exposition every time LMAO.

MASTERLIST (also link to series)

You could never tire of the smell of Solarflowers and Ball Peonies in the mornings. 

Being able to enjoy the fresh, earthy scents of plants every day, that was one of the perks of being a florist. You felt quite lucky to have a job with such incredible benefits. 

With warm sunlight pouring through the windows every day and free tea during your lunch breaks, your job was practically everything a Surface-dweller could ask for. 

But you weren’t a Surface-dweller. Having grown up in the rough-and-tumble climate of the Underworld caused workdays to fall into an occasional monotony. 

You weren’t sure if it was because taking care of flowers was so different compared to your past job of mining in the fissures, (There were no Geomarrow vein scrambles or… collapsing tunnels), or if it was how the people on the surface didn’t seem to enjoy any REAL forms of entertainment. 

If an activity was dangerous in the slightest, like your all-time favorite activity, weekly robot fighting, it was automatically frowned upon by EVERYONE. The only hobbies people partook in here were drinking tea and reading. And arguing. Lots of arguing. 

Initially, you had a hard time adjusting due to just how different etiquette in the city was. The people on the Surface seemed just so finicky and tough to talk to. 

They also rarely fixed their own things. That puzzled you, since knowing how to repair machines was a way of life where you came from. (APPARENTLY if a vending machine wasn’t working, you weren’t supposed to take it apart in the middle of the street with the multi-tool you bought at an auction. For the low price of 25 shield, you might add.) 

As time went on, you gradually realized the city was all about safety, hence why they placed such an emphasis on their military force, the Silvermane Guards. Looking back on it, it was obvious. The patron Aeon of the city was Qlipoth, Aeon of Preservation.

You came to the conclusion that life in the Administrative district was too different to struggle against. 

Constant peace in your everyday life was different, but not inherently bad! Eventually you figured out your own ways of experiencing excitement outside of your job, so you could stay energized and working at your full potential. You owed your boss as much for allowing you the opportunity to live on the Surface.

Between listening to the Silvermane Guard Captain, Gepard, talk about his military endeavors, and popping into his sister Serval’s workshop to check out her latest inventions, you gradually found the perfect friend group to spend time with!

Although you hadn’t been expecting to become friends with such renowned people. Everyone knew of Gepard and Serval, talented individuals belonging to the noble Landau family. And you were some random vagrant from the mines. It had come as a surprise but you were grateful they made sure to make room in their lives for you. 

You didn’t expect them to be so interested in YOUR job either. Just as you were fascinated by the duties they performed, they enjoyed listening to you ramble on and on about plants.

Slowly but surely, you helped integrate flowers into their lives. You took pride in your ability to bring color to the workplaces of your friends, and absolutely adored being able to give them pieces of advice along the way.

Gepard in particular was very serious about this hobby, which surprised you. You had first met the stoic captain when he came into the Eversummer Florist to browse your selection of pots one day. 

He had been attempting to grow flowers for some time but was having trouble, and obviously as a connoisseur of plants, it was your job to help him out! 

You were proud of the progress he was making. Gepard was more meticulous than you thought. He wanted to make sure, without a doubt, that he was working to his full potential.

You hadn’t been counting on him calling you at the start of a workday asking for a full-blown inspection though. 

“(Y/N), have you seen the garden wire?” Your co-worker Vaska’s head popped up over the counter from where she had been sitting on the floor. 

You looked at the plant you were pruning and pondered for another second before answering.

“I think Eleanor put it in the upstairs closet earlier.” You replied, turning your head in the direction of the ladder in the corner. “What do you need garden wire for?”

“Meg wants me to tidy up the vines on the wall before the customers come in today. They’ve gotten a little overgrown. Mind if I borrow the pliers after you?”

“Be my guest.” You set them down on the table and pulled out your phone to check the time. Your wallpaper was set to a photo of you and Gepard in front of the Everwinter Monument after you went on your first tour of the city. 

A soft smile crossed your lips. You definitely weren’t checking the time just to look at your happy expressions. (Well. Your happy expression. Gepard’s eyebrows were always furrowed in a worried/determined way. It was a little bit endearing.)

A little red bubble popped up in the corner of the screen, signifying a new message.

“Hey, Pascal, read my unread messages please,” you ordered the voice assistant on your phone, which would save you some effort so you could work and listen at the same time. 

A monotonous male voice began to drawl out the contents of the message. 

“You have (3) new messages from Gepard L—,”

You didn’t even spare it another second to speak as you vaulted over the counter and slammed your hand on top of it. Attempting to turn down the volume, you wrangled it like an aggressive animal into your apron.

“Shh!! SHUT UP, SHUT UP. SHUT. UP.” You hissed at it. 

It would be less than ideal if your co-workers found out about your friendship with some of the highest standing people in Belobog. You would be swarmed.

Wiping the sweat off your brow, you whipped around  (in)conspicuously to make sure no one had noticed your little outburst. 

Fairly enough, someone had. The new recruit, Eleanor, was staring at you from an open doorway with a flowerpot in hand. 

You stood frozen in the center of the room. 

“Heya there Eleanor,” you trailed off. 

“…have you seen the garden wire anywhere?”

She shook her head and slowly pulled the door shut, her eyes as wide as saucers. 

Well. That’s that I guess,

You pressed your hand against your face disapprovingly. Way to freak out the new kid,

You went back to sweeping up the rest of the fallen leaves into a dustpan, then went to deposit them into the compost bin outside the building. 

Deciding to sneak a quick look at your messages, you rested your back against the weathered brick wall with a sigh of relief.

From: Gepard Landau 

Gepard: Good morning, (Y/N). I apologize for bothering you this early. 

Gepard: I feel like I’ve been making decent progress with my plants. I with was wondering if you could come over and inspect them?

Gepard: I believe only someone of your caliber could ensure I am doing things correctly. If you feel comfortable with it, that is.

You decided to send a quick one back. 

You: sure! Sounds great. 

You: want me to head over once I’m done with work? 

Gepard: That would be suitable. Thank you.

Gepard: My sincerest wishes for work to go well for you today.

You: you too :)

Shoot. Was the smiley face too childish? Whatever,

You smacked yourself in the head and went back inside.

Ah, I’m blessed to be able to spend time with so many good friends! You hummed to yourself while dusting off the windowsills. It’s because of them that I haven’t gone stir-crazy yet,

You began to reminisce about the times you’ve spent together. Rosy images flickered through your brain. 

Molly adjusting gears while Serval laughed maniacally at the electricity crackling in the air and making her hair stand on end,

Gepard exhaling in exasperation as he watched his sister blow something up for the hundredth time,

Touring the History and Culture museum with Pela, who had to dodge multiple trains of children running through the halls,

Gepard pulling you out of the freezing fountain and pressing you against his chest… his very firm and warm chest… wait why am I thinking about that??

You bit your tongue. 

“…although, seeing you does improve my day greatly…”

Huh? Who said that again?? You couldn’t recall.

(That was a lie.)

You rolled your eyes at yourself and squashed some foreign feeling as soon as it emerged. 

You rolled your sleeves up.

Now, it’s time to get through this workday without a hitch!

— — — 

“Meg! I’m heading out now!” You called to your boss, slinging your bag over your shoulder. During your lunch break, you had filled it with a few spare tools and a gardener’s manual.

“Alright. Great work today, (Y/N)!” She replied with a hand on her hip. You darted out the door and hitched a ride from a streetcar. Soon, you found yourself at the entrance to the Gepard’s residence, the Landau Estate. 

The mansion in front of you was definitely suited for one of Belobog’s important noble families. It didn’t get any less intimidating the more you visited it for your deliveries of fertilizer either.

You raised a tentative hand to clasp at the ancient brass knocker. As soon your pinkie brushed the handle though, you withdrew it with a sharp inhale. 

I don’t have a package with me this time. It feels like I’m inviting myself in…

A few of the workers milling about in your blind spot exchanged confused glances. 

ARGH. This is silly. I’ve been here plenty of times before. Just knock like you usually do, (Y/N),

You reached for the knocker again, but it was pulled out of your reach as the heavy door swung open. 

“Greetings!” Said a pudgy housekeeper. “The young master informed us someone was visiting today. Please come right this way,” 

He motioned you into the hallway and into the foyer. You thought the outside of the house was grand from your previous visits, but the inside was the real deal. The house had all the staples of Belobog architecture, just with extra detail and taller ceilings. Much taller ceilings. You admired the crown molding in particular, which looked quite expensive.

The housekeeper led you to a wooden table with a delicate ceramic tea set on top. He graciously pulled out a chair for you, bowed, and poured you a cup. You tried your best to bow back at him to show some form of thanks, but it felt too stiff for you.

As you were drinking your tea (which you loaded with sugar cubes as soon as you were left alone) a painting on the wall caught your attention. 

The picture frame was coated in delicate gold leaf. Seven figures were depicted in this painting, some sitting, some standing. A familiar set of piercing blue eyes stared back at you, that of which belonged to the Captain of the Silvermane Guards.

Gepard was standing in formal clothing with his hand on the shoulder of a small female. She had unruly hair that looked like it had taken a lot of work to pin down. Another man stood next to him, one that bore a striking similarity to Gepard, but the lines on his face were much more rigid. You figured that must be his father. Serval was nowhere to be seen. 

Downing the last of your drink and getting up for a closer look, you realized this painting had to have been made fairly recently. Gepard had on almost the same amount of medals he wore now. 

You wondered why they didn’t just take a photo instead. It was probably a status thing. 

Your gaze flitted further to the left and you spotted more paintings, along with numerous tapestries and certificates. These other works of art had the same format as the first one. That being, well-to-do family in the center of the picture with their backs as stiff as boards.

In the next one you looked at, Gepard was wearing the uniform of a Silvermane Guard cadet. He was also a few inches shorter than his “father”. Serval was standing to the right of Gepard, in between him and the unfamiliar man, wearing a scholars’ uniform. You had never seen her in a symmetrical outfit before. 

You felt pressure build up in your lungs from holding your breath for fear of disturbing the paintings. You hadn’t even noticed how every gesture you made was twice as careful than usual. Aeons forbid you took a wrong step and caused millions of Shield in damages. 

With an expression of curiosity, you took another step towards the left. And another. Your eyes widened as you spotted a young Gepard, obviously in his teen years. He was much shorter than Serval in this one. You could imagine her tousling his hair playfully as he huffed in embarrassment.

Your gaze finally ran across Gepard as a child, wearing a dark coat with coattails and shin length socks. Serval had a single ribbon tied in her hair and her cheeks were puffed out like she REALLY didn’t want to be there. 

Snickering to yourself, you were glad the painter left that detail in. It livened the scene up a bit. If the Landau family was anything like the nobles you had encountered, there was a pretty good chance she ended up getting scolded for pulling something like that. 

You heard the familiar sound of Gepard’s voice coming from a side hallway and rushed back to your seat to stare intently at the teapot, like you hadn’t been just observing their personal family heirlooms. 

“You’re here, (Y/N). Is the tea to your taste?” 

Gepard entered the room with a soldier walking two steps behind him. How odd it must be to have someone trailing after you like that! You kept that thought to yourself though. 

“It was great, thanks! Was work alright—?”

Oops. You made that sound too familiar in front of his subordinate. 

“It’s… not without its ups and downs,” he said, dismissing the soldier with a nod. “The commander is planning on sending me back into the fifth district in a month in order to clear up some of the remaining Fragmentum. It’s one of the first in a series of expeditions,”

“Oh… wow,” you murmured with wide eyes. 

“Pela is running herself ragged about it though. No one has been able to convince her to get some sleep. I’m afraid she’s going to self-destruct one of these days,” 

Gepard shook his head as you walked down the hallway and turned right into a corridor leading to a stairwell. “I understand that she’s worried about the risk, but Serval had to double-check the wiring of the Automatons we’re preparing six times already,” 

“Is this type of mission riskier than usual?” 

“It’s the first time in a few years we’re going back out to recapture territory. Before the Trailblazers came, we had been forced on the defensive for a while. So, perhaps,” 

You furrowed your brow. “Hmm, I see. I’m guessing everyone at your workplace has been busy as well,”

He nodded, unlocking a door in the hallway at the top of the stairs. You piped up, “Do you think she’d appreciate if I dropped by with a basket of snacks?” 

“Ah… She’ll either be overjoyed, or she’ll tear you to pieces in a fit of hysteria…” 

You grimaced. “I better deliver it then. She’s overworked as is, I don’t wanna take more of her time away by visiting her,”

Sighing, you looked back up at him. “I hope it gets better soon,”

“The thought is appreciated,” the Captain nodded gently. “Anyways, thank you for coming on such short notice,” He held the door open for you and ushered you inside the room. 

“It’s no big deal. Why would I have this job if helping people bothered me?” You chortled. You scanned the medium-sized room, which had bookshelves adorning every wall, an upholstered chair with a lamp next to it, and a large oval rug with gold trimmings on the floor. “Whoa. Is this your office?” 

“It used to be my father’s, but yes,” He responded. The medals on his uniform clinked as he bent down to pick up a potted plant and place it on his desk. “This study contains almost everything you could possibly learn about Belobog,”

You gave a cheerful “Ooh, neat,” before helping him bring the various plants scattered around the room to the desk. 

“Geez, Gepard. I didn’t expect you to have so many!” You gasped. It wasn’t anything close to the amount you yourself had, but it was surprising for someone who had been struggling with growing plants a few months back. 

Within the miscellaneous plants, a certain familiar bamboo plant sat on the edge of the counter, along with a pot of Rainbows and First Snow. As you spread out your tools, you got into the flow of things again. You were here to do your job, and you were going to do it well!

You put on your gloves and began the inspection. Poking a finger into the first pot of flowers, you let out a hum of approval. “This one is doing well! I can tell you’ve been watering it sufficiently,”

You turned to the pot of First Snow next. You did notice a few of the leaves had a yellow tinge to them. This was relatively normal for a beginner when it came to growing plants. 

“…this one could use a bit more sun,” you observed. “And the Solarflowers need less water. There’s a little bit of mold on the surface of the soil,”

“Um… oh, is there?” He craned his neck. “I had assumed it was dust. Will it do any harm to them?”

“Not necessarily, but we should keep an eye on it. You can either scrape off the contaminated soil and add something to control the mold—,” you waved your gloved hand in the air, “—or repot it entirely. It’s up to you,” 

Gepard rested his hand on his chin. “Understood. I’ll do better to monitor them from now on,” 

You always enjoyed how good of a listener he was. Little did you know, he took every word you said to heart, all of the time. 

Gepard looked onward at your focused expression towards the plants. It amused him how attentive you were, jotting down every possible detail in your notepad and always going the extra mile to help people out.

When you glanced back at him, he had a small smile on his lips. You choked on your spit and immediately began coughing. 

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?”

“Y-yes. Also,” you continued as you sputtered between coughs, “don’t add too—,”

Another fit of hacking. 

 “—much of any m-mold (cough) control. Sometimes they can contain chemicals that are just a bit too strong when used in large amounts,” 

“That makes sense… Would— would you like me to get you a glass of water?”

You shook your head. 

He sighed. “As you wish. On the other hand, how much should I add to a pot this large?”

Wiping your cheek, you replied, “Maybe… 10 grams maximum. Less if it sits in the sunlight, because it’ll just sit on the surface and form a crust,”

“You have my deepest gratitude for informing me,” He placed his hand on his heart with a serious expression. “It surprises me every day that there’s such nuance to caring for plants that I was not aware of,” 

You rolled your tools back up into your bag. “Once again, it takes lotsa practice! There’s also a lot of books about it at the local library, if you’re ever struck with the urge to learn,” 

Well, you had a feeling he would be. The young captain never did anything halfheartedly.

Gepard’s eyes widened as he recalled something. He walked across the rug over to one of the bookshelves and pulled out a manual with a torn navy blue cover. The pages were yellow with age and the gold ink that spelled out the title was nearly faded.

“I spotted this one while looking for some books on history the other day. Will this be sufficient?”

Gepard passed you the book gingerly. You drew it closer to your face but inhaled a lungful of dust and nearly sneezed. The book was quite unusual, on the spine was a picture of a short-stemmed flower, the likes of which you had never seen in your life. Opening up the front cover, you gasped in surprise and held it out at arms length. 

On the bottom of the title page, in faded ink, had a sentence that read;

“Copyright 4096, all rights reserved,”

You lifted your head slowly to look at him. 

“Gepard…” You began with a bewildered expression on your face. 

“This is from 700 years ago.”

Even the stone-faced captain couldn’t hide his surprise. He took a step closer to examine it with you. 

“Is it really? I had no idea our family was in possession of such an antique,”

You flipped through the pages. “Uh huh. Who knows? Maybe one of your ancestors had the same interest in growing flowers way back when!”

You stopped at a particular page and turned the book towards him to so he could see it better. 

“Wow. Gepard,” you said, pointing to a certain picture. “Look at this! ‘Opalescent lily’, it’s called. This species went extinct a long time ago. Isn’t this incredible?!”

You closed it softly and handed it back to him. “Well, that was fascinating, but you’ll need something a bit more up to date,” 

You popped open the clasp on your bag and began to dig around. Your fingers landed on the floriography manual that Vaska had gifted you when you first got the job. “You can use this one!” 

Gepard blinked at you in surprise. “Don’t you need this?” 

“Nope. Committed all the information to memory,” You tapped your head with your index finger confidently. “I just carry it around so I can explain things to clients easier. It’ll hold you over until you find something better!”

The captain flipped open the book and happened to land on the page about Summershade Bamboo. Your handwriting filled the margins of the page from top to bottom.

“Use it for as long as you like,” you smiled at him. “All of the plants you have should be in there. And once again, you’re free to text me if you need!”

“Wow… thank you, (Y/N),” Gepard said. “I hope you know how much this means to me. It makes all the difference in the world to have someone here to guide me,”

Your grip on your bag tightened as your breath quickened unexpectedly. “Yep, yep! That should be all. Thank you for trusting me with your plants!” 

“I wouldn’t go to anyone else,” 

Gepard walked you back downstairs and to the doorway. On your way there, you heard some maids whispering under their breath as you went by. Something about how Gepard should’ve hired a professional to check out his plants instead.

Gods, you hated these people and their stupid whispering. 

“Will you allow me to accompany you back home?” The Captain interrupted you out of your thoughts. 

Allow? ALLOW?? Like— he wants to walk me home??

Your brain went into overdrive.

“O-oh? No, no. That’s too much to ask of you. I’m VERY aware of how much work you have coming up. I’d feel bad if I even asked you for some of the air in this room, thank you very much,”

“You don’t have to be afraid to ask me for things,” He said with a steady gaze. “We’re friends,”

“Well… in that case,” you folded your hands together sheepishly. “Could I come back to read the old flower manual sometime?”

Gepard raised his eyebrows with another rare smile.

“Of course,”

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[redrose10]

Hey, here's the first pill to ease your anxiety

Member's fashion company is going under and only a collab can save them. Problem is, you, the Creative Director of the other company he aims to collab with, are not easy to impress.

Shenanigans ensue, where he tries to convince her to take the job

But what if the outcome is something else?

Basically OC has her Shit together and her A Game on and our poor member doesn't. 🤣

Here you go! I really hope this is okay. I know absolutely nothing about how fashion brands work. Thank you for sending the request! @sumzysworld

Tiniest little hint to some possible smut at the end

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“Sir the quarterly reports are in and the company sales are down 54% from this time last year. I don’t know how much longer we’ll be able to hold out at this rate.”, Jin spoke slowly sliding the reports over to his boss, Jimin Park, also known as the the ceo of Filter, a once very popular fashion house that was slowly failing.

Jimin sighs, “I know, I know. I’m going to figure something out. We need to bring the brand back into the spotlight.”

“What about a collaboration with another brand? You know like Fendi and Versace or Dior and Nike did. Something to get people talking.”, Taehyung, one of Jimin’s top designers spoke up.

“That could possibly work. Let me think about it for a while and see where we go.”, he replied gently shooing the other two men out of his office.

Jimin spent days calling around to any and all contacts he had trying to get a collaboration going, but no companies wanted to associate themselves with a failing brand such as Filter. Jimin had one final number he could call, but he was really really dreading it. After hitting call he waited a few seconds before hearing a familiar voice on the other end.

“I’m sorry, you what?”, you laughed into the phone.

“Y/N, please…We really need a good collaboration to get Filter back in the game or we’re going to shut down and lots of people will loose their jobs. I really think working together with your brand can help save us.”

Jimin nervously chewed on his lip while he waited for your response.

You sighed into the phone, “Alright fine. We’ll meet in one week and you can present your ideas for this collab, but you better bring your A game Jimin because I’m not going to risk loosing everything for you.”

“Wait so we’re going to collab with Y/N? Like Y/N from Purple You Fashions? I’ve heard she incredibly hard to impress.”, Taehyung asked after being informed of the upcoming meeting.

“Well we’re going to try. It’s all we really can do.”, he replied.

Jimin along with the rest of his team spent the following week coming up with branding, markets strategies, new clothing designs, and anything they could think of to convince you that working together together would be a good thing.

Jimin stood outside your office trying to catch his breath with the few minutes he had to spare. Of course the first time he forgot to set an alarm since he was in high school just had to be the night before the big meeting. He took the fastest shower of his life, nicking his neck when he tried to shave a little too quickly causing him to be even later and also having an unsightly cut. He grabbed the wrong tie, but didn’t realize until he was already half way here so he spent the rest of the drive trying to convince himself that his tie printed with a chicken wearing dark sunglasses and the pun ‘What the cluck are you looking at?’ (a gag gift from his best friend Yoongi) actually looked nice and professional against his tailored suit.

After taking one final breath he knocked twice on your door before hearing your faint voice giving him permission to enter.

“Nice tie Park. I didn’t know that chickens were in this year.”, you smirked.

“Uhh yeah well you know me, always trying to be a trendsetter.” Quickly he took the tie off while you weren’t looking and shoved it in his pocket mentally smacking himself for not thinking of doing that earlier.

He placed a to go cup down in front of you, “Here Y/N, I got you a Caramel Macchiato. I wasn’t sure what you liked so I hope this is okay.”

“With almond milk?”, you asked. “I’m allergic to dairy.”

Jimin felt his stomach twist, “Oh I’m sorry. I did not know that.”

You chuckled before handing the drink over to your assistant for her to enjoy.

“Sit down Jimin. I don’t have all day and we’ve already wasted quite a bit of time.”

“Oh sure sure.”, he said frantically trying to set up his laptop. He hit the power button and nothing happened. No lights no sounds. Nothing. He pressed it again and again, but nothing. Then his hand came up to smack his forehead. He’d forgotten to charge his laptop last night after double checking everything one more time.

“Sorry I seem to have forgotten to charge it. Let me just grab the charger from my bag.”, he awkwardly chuckled. He continued to dig around in his bag trying to find the elusive cord when like a truck it hit him that his charger was in fact neatly wound up and sitting safely in his kitchen drawer where he put it last night to stop his cat, Mr. Fluffybutt McWhiskers the fourth (yes that’s his real name), from chewing on it.

“Umm I really apologize. It looks like I’ve left my charger at home.”, he nervously chuckled.

Feeling kind of bad for the guy you decided to throw him a bone, “Call one of your team members and have them email the presentation directly to me. I’ll go through it on my laptop.”

Frantically Jimin called Jin and asked him to send the file over to your email. A few minutes later a notification popped up on your feed showing an email from a sender listed as Mr.WordWideHandsomestFace7. You chuckled, but Jimin just wanted the floor to swallow him whole at this point. Jin must’ve forgot to switch to his professional email.

You clicked on the link but no power point popped up as expected.

“Oh I am so sorry.”, Jimin whispered in disbelief. Instead of the presentation that he had spent hours and hours working on he was looking at an email he had sent to Jin in the early morning one day last week after a particularly exhausting night and one too many glasses of wine. He didn’t think his face could turn any redder.

You on the other hand found it hilarious and started reading the email out loud for all to hear. Detailing how Jimin referred to you as an evil snake queen that he’d still very much like to touch even though he knows he’d probably end up dead. Jimin groaned from his seat next to you and made a mental note to remind Jin to double check his work.

He knew everything was falling apart around him so he resorted to what he knows best. Last he heard he was still a legend at his old college for being the only person to ever get an A+ in Ms. Yen’s World Literature class and it was all thanks to his shameless flirting abilities.

After reading the letter you looked over noticing Jimin staring at you seductively. He had hit bottom lip between his teeth while his fingers gently rubbed a small circle on the back of your hand. Somehow his eyes sparkled like little diamonds. His voice lower and more sultry than normal when he spoke, “You know Y/N, how about we just forget this whole presentation and I can take you out for lunch. Get a few drinks. Maybe we can just discuss things that way.”

As you watched him smirk you seriously considered it for a moment until you shook that thought out of your head, “Not a chance Park. You’re not going to buy my business with flirting and some cheap drinks.”

Jimins shoulders dropped as he came to realize that he was about to loose his only chance. He started to pack up his belongings when you stopped him.

“You know I don’t think that it would be a good idea for our brands to collab. It’s just not going to work.”

He nodded, “I know Y/N. Thank you for your time though.”

“But I do know of this up and coming brand. They’re newer, but already making a ton of noise especially with the younger crowds. It’s called HopeWorld. The owner is a good friend of mine, Hoseok Jung. I’d like to get you two together and see about working something out. I think your two brands would compliment each other well.”

Jimins face lit up, “Y/N thank you so much. That would be amazing and so incredibly helpful!”

You smiled as you gathered your things and headed for the door.

“Oh and Jimin, I expect you to pick me up at 8pm tonight. We’ll go have dinner and some drinks and who knows what else. We’ll see how the night goes.”, you said with a wink.

He nodded in agreement as he watched you walk out the door before popping your head back in a few seconds later, “And maybe don’t wear the chicken tie tonight unless you want to bring it for uh other things.” You walked back out the door and he smirked to himself making sure the tie was still safely secured in his pocket.

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[miguelsfangservice]

BEYOND THE SPOTLIGHT III

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!Famous Idol Reader

Warnings: Angst/comfort, fame has caused reader a lot of pressure and insecurities.

Summary: It doesn't matter he's at HQ trying to keep the multiverse afloat, your face, your voice, your smile and laugh follows him everywhere.

No, he is not losing it (yet); it's just that it’s kind of inevitable when most spiders under his command are... how did Gwen called it? Ah-staning you?

Well, he can't really complain, it's his girlfriend, after all.

PART I, PART II, PART III

“I’m telling you, he’s been seeing someone” Peter chants while gently bouncing Mayday on his arms, trying to soothe her enough to fall asleep. “That or there’s something super shady going on with him”

“Why are those the only two options for him according to you?” Jessica questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Those are the extremes of all the situations I could imagine for Miguel.”

“Him dating someone is something extreme for him, Peter, really?”

“Ok, you know what?” he rolls his eyes, and looks at Jess completely offended by her refusal to help him figure out what’s happening with their boss. “If he’s not seeing anyone, his behavior is still kind of worrying, don’t you think? Like, even while talking about all the stressing stuff about our work, he seems worried about something else. Miguel does NOT worry about anything else BUT work, Jess. You gotta admit that.”

“It’s just…” she whispers, looking away from Peter, unsure. “It feels kind of out of character from him, don’t you think?”

“I guess so, but maybe he got tired of…you know, the loneliness of the job.” Peter says looking down to see Mayday finally asleep, he smiles and thinks about his friend, of how much he would like to have something like what him and Jess have. “He deserves to have someone who’s there for him when he goes home.”

Jess smiles, thinking about her family, about the warmth that comes after a long day saving her New York and other universes.

“We should ask hi—”

“We clearly need to spy on him”

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Miguel entered the apartment with a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the night's events on his shoulders, it’s been hours and the sun is starting to rise in the horizon, but there’s still some left-over adrenaline. All he wants is to get on the bed and hug you, he knows both need that.

The sight of the scattered clothes in the bedroom and half-finished breakfast worries him. Everything your company (specially that annoying manager of yours) is making you do isn’t healthy, it’s going to harm you sooner or later and he needs to find a way to stop it.

Miguel is used to deal with a hundred Peter Parker’s stubbornness, he knows his way around most of them…but with someone who mirrors his own stubbornness? No way in hell that, if he tried to dissuade you to leave the company, it would go well between the two.

Besides, this is his first relationship in years. He doesn’t want to mess this up, he needs you so bad to the point Miguel feels like he could die if anything were to go wrong, separating you from him.

It’s not healthy, he’s aware of that.  But years of trauma and solitude had taken their toll in several aspects of his life, especially in the relationship-love department.

He broodingly picks up the clothes and finishes your breakfast, then goes to bed and tries to get some sleep…tries and tries for what feels like hours, but he can’t stop thinking about you.

You were probably exhausted, hungry and stressed out of your mind.

Miguel looks at the clock on the wall, at 1:00 p.m. he knows you get your one and only break of the day. Miguel can visit you then, bring you some food and try to cheer you up, maybe if he’s nice enough with godawful Ashley she could let him stay for the rehearsals.

It’s not a secret that Miguel despises her and he knows you do too, so, it makes him feel a bit guilty to think that, out of all the people in your and his life, Ashley is the one who knows about your relationship.

You had told him it would make it easier for him to get into the building if she knew, instead of having him sneaking around after long exhausting days saving the multiverse.

Deep down, he recognized the same could apply to his people at the HQ. Especially Jess and Peter, who could probably give him decent relationship advice.

With those thoughts on his mind, he changed clothes, took the keys of the apartment and headed to your workplace.

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Ashley leads him through the building, trough tons of hallways covered in mirrors.

“Dios, qué asfixiante es este lugar.” ( God, this place is so suffocating) He mumbles.

“Hm?”

Miguel politely smiles and shakes his head. Ashley keeps walking in front of him.

She kept talking about how much your effort was benefiting the company, backhanded praises and just saying stuff Miguel felt bitter about, he knew that even if she was telling him good things about you, she did not mean them, Miguel was aware of how bossy and cruel she could be to you if her demands were not reached.

“If only your girl could up her game, you know?” she was using an upbeat tone, but Miguel was not stupid, he could sense pettiness in her voice.” Lose some weight and be on time she could ready for something more.”

Miguel couldn’t help but scuff and clench his fists.

“I think we both know she’s already more without any of what you mention she supposedly needs to do.” Miguel's response was laced with a sharp edge, his tone far from the usual 'normal citizen Miguel' as you liked to call it. Instead, it resembled the 'mean boss Miguel' that you sometimes reprimanded him for when he took annoying calls from Peter. “She has prepared herself for this her whole life, she’s more than ready for it, she’s already doing more than enough, wouldn’t you say?”

He kept walking, Miguel could see the door to the rehearsal room so he decided to ignore her silence and the few seconds Ashley stopped right on her tracks, watching him walk away from her.

Miguel was about to knock on the door, your sweaty and exhausted self-opened the door. Your eyes grew big and a smile started to appear on your chapped lips; Miguel tried to offer you a warm smile, but seeing how pale and absolutely tired you were clenched his heart, his mind aching to do something, anything to take you away from this place.

“Miggy, what are you doing here?”

“I thought maybe we could find some nice place to eat on your break, cielo.” He can feel Ashley’s presence behind him and he confirms she has catch up with him when your eyes divert to her.

“I’m sorry, love. I- I have to finish this one, but we could eat together tonight, right?” you whisper, your gaze nervously diverting to Ashley. Miguel looks over his shoulder and catches your manager practically giving you a death glare before shifting her attention to Miguel and forcing a tight smile.

Miguel had enough.

“You did not finish your breakfast and barely got any sleep” he hisses. Miguel does not intend to make you think he’s angry with you, but his anger towards the situation is threatening to overtake his rational side and with all the bitterness he can muster without fully showing his anger he says: “Even Ashley here can tell with how pale and shaky you are, although it wouldn’t be convenient for her to admit it.”

“I don’t think I like whatever nonsense you’re implying here” Ashley retorted, her face red with contained anger.

“You know exactly what I’m saying here, stop manipulating her!”

“Miguel, enough! I’m fine! I’m not even hungry—”

“You need to understand, you may not be feeling bad right now, but if you keep this up it’s going to do more damage than good, you know that, right?” Miguel softens his voice, moving closer to you.

He feels his stomach drop when you step away from him.

“Cielo, this place, this people” he almost hisses those words, pointedly looking at Ashley. “Cannot be the only way to get what you want, please…I’ll help you find a way, trust me with this. You’re talented, hard worker—”

“Stop” you whisper, you don’t even have the energy to stop your tears. You look around and there’s people looking at the scene now.

“You are enough, love. Don’t let them tell you otherwise just so they can fill their bags with money!”

You can hear the desperation in his voice, his eyes pleading. But it’s all too much, his words, the whispers of those who know nothing about you, about Miguel… and the relentless stare of Ashley, of this damn company that gave a nobody like you a chance to fulfill your dreams.

Overwhelmed, you felt the emotional weight of the moment bearing down on you.

“Leave, Miguel, please”

Your heart hurts at Miguel’s utterly devastated face. Even with the mental fog the stress is giving you, you are quick to regret your words, he was only trying to help, and while this wasn't the best approach, you know feelings are hard for him.

Miguel composes himself, gives you a nod and starts walking away.

“Miggy, wait—.”

“You need to leave too.”

You turn to look at Ashley, to people who didn’t know her, the expression on her face denoted nothing…but most of your day was spend with her and you knew that look.

Not only were you frightened, but you also felt completely humiliated, you felt like a child being scolded by its mother.

How in the world could you end up like this?

Behind Ashley, you look at your reflection.

Really looked at your reflection, for the first time, not to judge your body or your dance moves, but to actually see what they were making of you.

You felt a familiar warmth engulf your tiny hand compared to his. Looking up, you saw Miguel looking at Ashley solemnly, you imagined this was the expression he made when he gave orders to the hundreds of heroes under his command.

“Let’s go, cielo. You need to rest.”

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A/N: I'm so sorry this took me so long! I was having a hard time writing this cuz I didn't know what direction i wanted all of this to take. But I hope everyone can enjoy this! I'll love to hear your thoughts!

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