#so a gate and the number two sit on a couch...

[tangramkey]

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Hanging out and having a little chat

#so a gate and the number two sit on a couch... #twogaty #gattwo #gaty bfdi #gaty tpot #two bfdi #two tpot #bfdi humanized #bfdi gijinkas #transgender #queerplatonic #allowed to tag as ship! its okay #genderqueer #bfdi #tpot #my art

[bobbin-buckley]

So Lonely In Her Mansion

Cairo Sweet x Writer!Fem!Reader

Summary: She’s so lonely in her mansion, so she calls you over

Warnings: Wine drinking, cigarettes mentioned, heavy make-out & and implied smut near the end

y/e/c: Your eye color

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“Y/n..can you call me back? I miss you..”

“It’s so lonely in my mansion..”

Your breath hitches.

Listening to her voicemail sent shivers down your spine.

Cairo rarely called, texted or even voice-mailed you. She was really just an independent woman. She didn’t have many friends, and her parents were gone on business trips every month.

But in this case she seems sooo lonely she called you. You!

You of all people, you’re surprised she called you and not her friend Winnie Black, even if they ghosted each other.

Yet she called you

After hearing this, her voice sounds so..solitary..maybe even desperate..

She obviously really needed the company, needed you to accompany her. You picked up your phone again, pulling up the call button and pressing it.

The call is quickly answered by her. It almost seems like she was staring at her phone while she waited for you to call her back.

“Hey…I miss you..”

Her voice sounds soft. You could hear her sigh on the other end, she sounded bored. You smiled a bit when you heard her voice, chuckling a bit at her sigh.

“..hey Cairo. I miss you too..”

You did, you did miss her. The both of you only had one or two classes together, it being English and Spanish..

She was silent for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again. She was obviously nervous..talking to you.

“I would really like to see you right now, it’s so lonely here..can you come over?”

You smiled, feeling wanted for once in your life, “yeah, I can.” “Good.”

Cairo was excited..yet calm about it. She hasn’t had anytime to talk with you, she’s been dealing with her own problems. Neither of you had much in common, it was a surprise when she asked for your number a few days ago…

“Alright, on my way…see you in five.”

“I’ll be waiting..”

Cairo lived in a Mansion. She was rich, her parents were lawyers, and gone most of the time. You’ve never been to her house, but you just new where she lived..I mean how could you miss it? It’s a huge mansion. Even if it does live in the woods..it isn’t hard to find. The large building almost reminded you like a movie.

The front gate slowly opened and you eased your car past it, her front yard was pretty. A beautiful landscape with a fountain.

Once you pulled in, you noticed her.

She was standing right outside the front door on the last step of the stairs. She was wearing a grey silky dress that made her cleavage pretty visible, her dark brunette hair was a bit ruffled, brown eyes piercing your e/c.

She looked so ethereal

You stepped out of your car with your bag, walking in the rain to get to her. She watched your every move like a tiger, she seemed so glad you were here.

She looks at your features, she’s never been this close to you before. Yeah you have class together, but you sit far back as she sits in the front.

“You came.”

“You called.”

You smiled, and she smiled.

“Come in, it’s cold and rainy..”

She grasped your hand gently and brought you inside, as you walked in it was definitely so aesthetic…

The green wallpaper, dark brown wood floors, perfect minimum lighting. You could tell this Mansion really gives her inspiration.

She brought you into her living room, it was pretty big. Maybe twice the size of your living room.

It had large vertical windows with big green curtains, a big fireplace on the opposite wall and it was on, a bookshelf of many books, a grand piano in the corner of the room and a massive leather couch which Cairo sat on

She patted the spot next to her. You approached her and sat down in that spot, facing her. You watched her grab the wine bottle and pour some in two separate glasses, handing you one.

“Are you cold?” She glanced at you again, sipping her wine.

You smile and take the glass, drinking a small sip before answering, “not really, the fire is helping.” The fire was spewing a nice orange from the wood.

“That’s good, I want you to be comfortable.”

You nod in agreement, looking around the room once again. “I see where you get such inspiration,” “definitely, this is my favorite room in the mansion.” She glances around the room too.

“Do you also write? Like scripts, novels and stuff?” “Anything really, though I enjoy mainly script writing.” She smiles, watching your lips as you talk.

“Have you had the chance of adapting them into a film?” “Eh, I don’t have that much confidence in my writing.” You paused, sipping more wine. “Which reminds me.”

You sat down the wine glass, turning to your bag and grabbing out a bunch of papers. Cairo watches as you open the bag, curious. But she’s excited to see what you’ve brought.

You set down the papers on her lap, “these are some of the scripts I wrote that I’d like for you to read.”

She’s a bit astonished at your words as she glances the papers in her lap. She’s never been asked or given the privilege of reading someone else’s work, especially in person with them. And she’s excited.

She sets her wine glass aside, picking up the papers and starts to view through em’. Her facial expression changes, she’s amazed at your work. Admiring how you write really pulls her in.

“I-it’s not much but..” “I didn’t know you could write so well,” she cuts you off. “It’s very good Y/N, really.”

Her eyes were glued to your papers, she seems really intrigued. Her brown eyes were sparkling with delight.

You shrug at her words. “I’m telling the truth, really. I think you should put these in a film.” She finishes looking at the scripts, sighing a bit.

“What is it?”

She glanced back at you, looking in your eyes. “Can I ask something..a little personal?”

She seems a little nervous now, you can tell by her body language. Her hands are fidgety, tapping her foot on the hard wood floor, eyes searching for something in yours.

“I suppose.”

Cairo’s eyes lit up a bit, taking a deep breath before asking her question.

“Why aren’t you in a relationship?”

The question caught you off guard, you didn’t expect this. I mean- coming from Cairo you’d think she wasn’t so nervous about it.

Your eyebrow furr, “should I be in one?” “Well, you seem like you need one. You’re just so beautiful and..talented, sweet, real discreet, but most of all your personality is..well you.”

She gets a bit closer to you now

You blushed, “y-you think I’m all those things?”

Cairo stares directly into your eyes, blushing a deep crimson red. The wine getting into her system, and you as well.

“You are one of the most loveliest women I’ve ever met. I seriously have never met someone as endearing as you. You’re just…perfect.”

Perfect

She described you as perfect

She bites her lower lip, waiting for your response. Your gaze had softened at her words, blushing even more.

“I- I don’t know what to say..” you chuckled.

“I’m just being honest Darling…”

Placing a hand on your forearm, creasing your skin with her delicate fingers. That you noticed had black nail polish and..her hands are very..well- manly..

“Thank you..”

“You’re welcome, I’m really just telling the truth.”

She moves some hair out of her face, leaning closer to you. She smiles more and the both of you are getting hot under the collar, the wine was definitely getting to you.

“You’re..gorgeous too..”

She grins, her dimples being very visible. She trails her hand down to your waist, giving it a small squeeze.

“You’re so sweet. You’ve made my night by coming over..”

“It’s not like I had anything better to do.”

“Still..you could’ve been doing anything else. You could have said no and continued your evening alone..yet you chose to come here.”

“Well you called, and I can’t say no.”

She laughs a bit, her hand playing with your hair. “You’re so funny. You could have rejected and did something else… but again you came here. Now you’re mine for the whole evening.”

You start to lean closer to her too. She can’t help but grin more as she notices how you want this too. Cupping your jaw and rubbing your cheek, her other arm around your neck playing with the back hairs. Her eyes have never left yours as she gets closer.

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

Her eyes are now filled with lust, she really wants you she wants you so bad. She pulls you closer, her lips hovering near yours. You could smell the wine from her breath, maybe even cigarettes.

Cairo’s lips finally meet yours, pulling you down on-top of her as her back hits the couch, your hands on either side of her head.

You feel your body pressed against hers, as her other arm wraps around your neck. She kisses you with deep passion, the thumping of your heart beating faster as you both become intertwined in this kiss. Her lips feel so warm, tasting that sweet wine and tone of cigarettes. She is really showing a side of her you've never seen before.

Her other arm that's around your neck starts slowly making its way down to your chest, groping it. She's kissing you so aggressively, not wanting this to end and she's starting to get really hot and passionate with you. You can feel her warmth as her body presses against yours. You notice how tight the grip she has on you, she wants to keep you close to her. Her legs wrap around you now, she wants you close. She wants you so badly

Her tongue slips in, twirling around with yours. The hand on your chest is now tight on your neck, not squeezing but keeping you more in place. You groan into her mouth, sending a sharp sensation down her hot body.

After about a good five minutes of shoving tongues done one another throats, she pulls back catching her breath and strains of saliva on her lips. Your breath is heavy, blushing so hard at the sight below you.

Her cheeks are flushed, eye fucking you, arms still tight on your neck, and mouth gaped open. “You’re a good kisser.” “You too.”

She laughs, “the wine is really getting to us..cause I’m still so desperate for more.”

“Same..”

Cairo smirks, that same desire still in her eyes. You know whatever she’ll do next she won’t hold back.

She starts to kiss your cheek, down to your jaw then neck. She whispers into your ear for a moment; “I wanna fuck you so bad…”

Your face heats up, and she stared into your eyes with just pure lust.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She grabs your hand and brings it down to her womanhood, continuing to kiss your neck.

She swims back up to your lips, kissing your passionately as she grinds a bit on your hand.

“..I wanna be yours..” she mutters against your lips. “You will be.”

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Yippie! New post!

I actually liked this one

And I’ll take any requests!

#jenna ortega #cairo sweet #Cairo sweet x fem #jenna ortega x fem!reader #Millers girl #wlw

[fvllingflower]

Je t'aime

pairing: idol!joshua afab!reader

genre: romance, smut

warning: petnames, proposal, kissing (a lot), nipple play, oral(f!receiving), hickeys, unprotected sex (stay safe), aftercare

song recommendation: valentine by måneskin

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"Love?" Joshua sits next to you on the couch.

"Mhm?" You look up at him with a smile.

"I have a surprise for you" He smiled.

"I'll need you to pack your suitcase, it'll need to last a week" Your eyes widened.

"Baby are you taking me on a trip?" You asked.

"I am but I'm not telling you where just yet" He kisses your cheek.

"Now go pack" You got up from the couch and walked into the bedroom and started packing. He came into the bedroom and started packing as well.

"The flight is at 8pm, okay?" He smiled.

"Okay..." You nodded excitedly.

It was now 7:15 and you two left for the airport. You two walked to your gate number and sat down and waited.

"So when will you tell me where we are going?" You smiled at Joshua.

"Mhm I don't know yet" He held your hand and smiled.

"But you do look really cute right now" You smiled at his compliment.

"I love you" You whispered to him.

"I love you more" He whispered back.

You two got on the plane and had seats right next to each other. You liked the idea of being next to him the entire flight. He let you rest your head on his shoulder and let you fall asleep all while holding your hand. You woke up some hours later.

"Can I know where we are flying to?" You whispered.

"Promise not to freak out" He smiled.

"I promise"

"We're going to Paris" He watched your eyes get wider and watched you smiled.

"Are you serious?" You asked, holding both his hands. He nodded his head.

"I love you so much" You kissed his lips passionately. He smiled into the kiss.

"I love you so much more, my love" He hugged you.

You two got to the hotel and were both exhausted from a long flight. You two laid on the bed and you scooted close to Joshua. He pulled you over to him and cuddled you. You buried your sleepy face into his chest and slowly fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning to Joshua crawling out of bed. You kept your eyes closed letting him think you're still asleep. He left the room and when he came back he kissed you all over your face to wake you up.

"Mmm Shua" You groaned.

"Let's go get breakfast, love" He whispered.

"Let me rest a little longer" You rolled over away from him.

"Love~" He spoke in a sing-song type tone.

"Let's enjoy a French breakfast" You finally woke up completely. You rolled back over and looked at him. You both smiled at each other.

"I forgot we're in France" You mumbled.

"How are you this cute in the morning?" He kissed your lips softly.

You got out of bed and got dressed for the day. You two left the hotel for an adventure. You were holding hands as you both walked to a breakfast restaurant. After breakfast Joshua suggested you two went shopping. You guys went to visit shops and you came across a dress you really love, it was a lacy, and raspberry pink color, and when you tried it on, it fit you perfectly. Joshua stared at you in the dress, as you two were in the dressing room.

"You look so..." It was like he was captivated.

"So gorgeous." He kept looking you up and down.

"Makes me want to kisses you" He stood up and kissed you softly. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I think you should get this dress love" He looked at the dress again.

"You like it?" You smiled at his cuteness.

"I love it but not much as I love you" He smiled.

You two got out of the dressing room and you had the dress on the hanger and held on to it. You left the store and Joshua bought you the dress. After shopping you two went back to the hotel.

The next came and it's Valentines day. You were getting ready to go out for dinner. You were changing into the dress you bought yesterday. You did you hair and put on some heels you bought as well. You walked to Joshua and he smiled.

"My beautiful valentine" He smiled and held your hands.

"My sweet valentine" You smiled back.

"Are you ready to go out?" He asked.

"Yeah" You kissed him softly.

You two left the hotel and went to a nice restaurant. The entire night, Joshua kept flirting with you, making you blush. After dinner, you two went on a walk, and you held hands the entire time. Where you both were standing, the eiffel tower was in front of you both. Joshua let go of your hand, making you confused. He got on one knee and pulled out a ring box.

"Joshua" You smiled softly.

"I have loved you for 6 years and I plan to love you for many more years. You are the light to my dark days. You are so beautiful, intelligent, and funny. I'm so lucky to call you mine and I want to call you mine for forever. Will you marry me?" You were trying hold back your tears.

"Yes, yes, yes" You let him put the beautiful diamond ring on your ring finger. He stood up and kissed you softly.

"I love you so much" You whispered against his lips.

"I love you so much more" He hugged your body.

You two went back to the hotel and took your shoes off. Joshua grabbed you by the chin and kissed you passionately. You could feel the hunger in his kiss. He picked you up and laid you on the bed and hovered above you. He started kissing down your neck, then down your cleavage. He took the dress off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear. He started sucking on your collarbone.

"Mm Shua" You moaned quietly.

"So gorgeous" He mumbled against your neck before kissing it again. He took your bra and panties off, leaving you completely naked. He started kissing your chest like crazy.

"I'm gonna love this beautiful body until I die" He whispers.

He starts kissing down your chest to your stomach and to your thighs. He stops for a minute and takes he button up off and throws it on the floor. He starts kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, enjoying the little whimpers he receives from you. He had one hand holding your thighs open and the other one cupping your boob. You feel his hot breath on your vagina. You then felt his wet muscle against your folds. He started licking and sucking on your clit and folds. It felt like he was making out with your bottom lips. He seems to be an expert on how to make you feel extra good. Your hand went into his hair and pulled tightly. His hand on your boob started playing with your nipple, pitching it and rubbing it, all making you a moaning mess. Before you knew it you couldn't control yourself and he was licking up your orgasm. He looked up at you and smiled at your fucked up state. He gets eye level with you and kisses you passionately.

"So gorgeous and all mine" He whispers against your lips. He gets up to take his pants and underwear off. You were both naked now. He gets eye level with you again.

"You want more?" He asks softly.

"Please" You groaned. You spread your legs open for him, your thighs pressed to your sides. He smirked and lined himself up and sank into your hole. He slowly started thrusting. He held onto your thighs as he thrusted.

"Mm- faster" You moaned. He picked up the pace. Fucking you fast and rough. He was going balls deep inside you, making sure to feel all the walls around him. Your boobs were bouncing as he fucked you in a fast pace.

"Joshua!" You moaned loudly. That made him go even faster. To him, you were some kind of ecstasy that he couldn't get enough of. He enjoyed hearing your moans for him and only him. He felt honored to be the one to make you feel so good, making orgasm, making you moan every time. He loved you so fucking much, he can't get enough of you nor your body. You two orgasmed together, mixing your white release together. He slowly pulled out and laid next to you. You both tried catching your breaths.

Time passed and you two were finally calmed down. Joshua got up and helped clean you up. He handed you a shirt of his amd underwear to change into and he put some underwear on and sweats. He helped you take your makeup off and he couldn't help but smile when he saw your natural beauty. You two cuddled up and kept looking at your ring.

"I can't believe you're now my fiancé" You smiled.

"Me neither... you're soon officially gonna be mine" He smiled and kissed your cheek.

"And you'll be officially mine" You kissed his lips. You were slowly falling asleep.

"You know this was hard because I don't like keeping secrets from you..." He waited for reply but got nothing.

"Love?" He looked down and saw you asleep, face pressed against his bare chest.

"Mm sleep well, my sleeping beauty. I love you" He whispered and kissed your temple.

#seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen scenarios #joshua hong smut #joshua scenarios #joshua smut #joshua x reader

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

It Was Only Supposed to be a One Night Stand (part 8)

Tw: Yandere, Montgomery came from a dysfunctional family, fat shaming, like bullying from parents

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Part 9

After four long days and three steamy nights, you finally reached the homestead that Montgomery was raving about.

It is massive. Lively too.

Even during winter, the animals were kicking up a fuss inside their respective barns. The main, open fields didn't seem to be growing anything, but you can see a couple of greenhouses side by side. The silos tower all the nearby buildings. Everything seems all over the place yet organized at the same time, perhaps you're not well versed in the art of farming, you wouldn't get it.

He drove further down to a large, two storey farmhouse. The wooden planks worn with age and memories, plants creeping from under the sheet of powdery white. Montgomery parked right next to five other trucks that clearly saw better days. You turned your head to see that there is another living quarter, this time with two cars, but four vacant parking spots.

Typical of him, he gets out of the car first to open your door.

You held onto his hand as your boots flatten the snow below you. He has a protective arm around your waist, making you sure that you won't fall.

"We made it home." He pulled his scarf down to give you a kiss on the forehead. "Praise lord, we made it safe and sound." Montgomery rubbed your back up and down.

Praise lord? That's new. You never pegged him to be religious, seeing how he is behind bedroom and motel doors.

He struck his knuckles against the sturdy door that's protected by a metal gate. You eyed the rust coating them, wondering how old their properties are.

With this much resources, they should have been filthy rich. Why is everyone cramped into these two houses?

The door swung open to reveal an older male, with greying hair and a baseball cap. He is a lot shorter than Montgomery himself.

"Monty, my boy!" He exclaimed and excitedly opened the gate. Both men flung themselves onto each other and had a hug fest.

"I missed ya, pa." The older gentleman lets out a hearty laugh.

"Missed ya too, Ugly."

Ugly? That's... an odd thing to call your son. You can see that Montgomery's smile faltered a bit.

"So? Gonna introduce me to this beauty here?" His father smiled at you.

"This is (name), my partner." Montgomery clasped his hands on your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. "Born n' raised in the city." He shot his father a look, as if hinting to not make you too uncomfortable with the countryside lifestyle.

"Huh. Now how did ya' get to meet my son? I know y'all city dwellers have sky-high expectations for lovers, especially in the looks department ." He guffawed and slapped Montgomery on the back. "I guess his heart of gold won ya' over."

Your boyfriend looks uncomfortable.

You changed the subject, asking if you could come in due to the freezing weather.

"Come on in! A friend of Monty is a friend of mine, I ain't have much from his side. So, I'm excited to get to know ya!" He steps aside to let the both of you in.

It definitely has a rustic aesthetic. Cushions and rugs worn and tattered. There are three German Shepherds sleeping on the couches. A fluffy grey cat sits atop one of them, eyes serenely closed.

The hearth is crackling loudly and its heat is warming the house up. You looked around to see numerous framed pictures of his family on all sides of the walls.

There are a dizzying number of different faces that you can identify. You wonder if he had a thousand siblings or these are including his cousins and niblings.

"Do I hear that Monty the Ugly is home?!" A high pitched voice rang from another room.

"Ya' sure did, Sugar! Our boy is home!"

A woman of similar age to his father, came rushing in. In her arms held a large wooden bowl filled with what looks like batter of some sort.

She set the bowl down on a table somewhere and hurled herself to Montgomery. She gave him a bone-crushing hug, it was so tight that your boyfriend had the air knocked out of his lungs. That's where he gets his habit from.

She whipped her head towards you, her eyes lit up even more and you could almost feel her gyrating on the spot.

"Oh! Who's this little sweet thing right here?" She let her son go before skittering towards you. His mother reminded you a lot of a hyperactive mouse.

"That's Monty's lover, can you believe it?!" His father replied with great enthusiasm.

She let out a squeal and squeezed your cheeks. "No! I can't. Praise Jesus, he finally found someone who loves him past his outside!"

"That's enough now, ma." He forcefully pried her away from you. She stumbled backward a little, her husband came to her aid but before he could defend her, she had something to say.

"What? I'm just showin' our guest how we welcome folks like them!" Whined his mother. Montgomery ignored them, preferring to inspect your face instead, he caressed your cheeks as he whispered, "I'm sorry about them."

"And I raised ya' better than to put your hands on your mother like that!" His father had a sudden change of tone, his face contorted into something a lot less friendly.

"I know that's right, Monty! The city corrupted your values, ya' should have stayed back and helped with the family business." His mother spat with malice.

"Really!? Right now? In front of my sweetheart?" Montgomery retorted with equal offense. He stood in front of you protectively.

They snapped their head towards you and took a moment of silence. Their animosity dropped as fast as it arrived, they returned to their smiles and giggles.

"Silly ol' us, where are our manners? You ain't even know what to call us!" The father hooked his arm around your neck and gave you a noogie. You wince at the sudden touch and pain.

"You can call me 'ma', and him 'pa'. Forget about the Mr and Mrs crap, we're all family here!" His mother clapped her hands excitedly.

"Hands off!" Montgomery's digits curled around his father's wrist, yanking it away from your head. He shoved him away from you and pressed you close into him. "Don't fucking touch them!" He shouted.

"What the hell has gotten into ya'? We're your parents, for god's sake! You don't get to talk to us like that!" Retaliated his father.

"Precisely, Monty! The city's no good for you. If only you listened to us and pastor--"

You interrupted their potentially disastrous argument, asking to meet the rest of the family. Like before, they immediately forget about their anger and go straight to being lovingly sweet again.

"Yes! I'll call those lazy bones down right now." The mother took a deep breath and began screeching their names, she moved towards the staircase and continued yelling. You had to plug your ears with your fingers, it was as loud as the train. Maybe even louder.

"While my wife's callin' them down, c'mon, I'll teach you their names." His father wanted to put a hand on your shoulder, but Montgomery growled at him. He rolled his eyes and let his hand drop to the side.

You stood in front of the second biggest framed picture in the living room. You let out a sigh of relief, at least you only need to remember the faces and names of 10 people, as opposed to 70 in the largest family picture.

All of them wore the same flannel shirt and type of jeans.

"That's Noel, our youngest. He's turnin' 25 this Christmas. Be careful with him, he's the softest among all of us. He just can't take a joke!" He pointed at the boy who had his hair bleached, his roots were showing. You took note of his rainbow shoelaces.

"That's Baby-Ruth. She's sweeter than chocolate, she's the only one showin' willingness to help out around the farm. Unlike a certain someone who decided to abandon us." He narrowed his eyes at Montgomery, and his father received a mean glare back. Baby-Ruth is the only glowing one in this picture who genuinely looks happy to be in it.

"Ah! Rufus the dog! He's a lean, mean machine, lemme tell ya that. He does all the heavy liftin', he could carry a full-grown cow across the field and not break a sweat! Just hopin' he would lay off the moonshine." Rufus looks horrendous in this picture, eyebags, tousled hair, and sunken cheeks.

"And that's your loverboy, Monty the Ugly!" He pointed at a younger-looking Montgomery.

You said that he looks handsome in this picture, you didn't understand why he's being assigned the title. But truth be told, he just looks average.

Upon hearing that, Montgomery felt his heart swell and he became bashful. But the moment was ruined when his father decided to laugh in your face.

"I guess big places like the city have some big variety of tastes. Not here, though."

You tried defending your boyfriend, feeling upset that he's unfairly treated in this family. Or maybe you felt offended when he implied that your standards are low. You said that he was well sought after in the city, people liked how strong and rugged he was. There is no way he's considered unattractive here.

What you said is not necessarily true in Montgomery's experiences, but it made him melt nonetheless.

You fully expected a shouting match with his father like earlier. But he only brushed it off and took it as a joke.

"Stop yankin' my chains, ain't no way the majority prefer... this-" He gestured towards your boyfriend. "-Over, this!" He pointed to the next family member.

You wouldn't admit it out loud. But whoever his father is pointing at is definitely a hunk. He has a million-dollar smile and striking hazel eyes. The man has his hair slicked back into a neat fashion, you can see his muscles peeking out of his flannel. He knows how to flaunt his good side.

"Our poster boy, Beau! All the ladies in town and out of town is chasin' after him. That's why, he's the face of our products. Shame that he married a woman that didn't quite match his level."

You asked him if he's calling his wife hideous.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Somethin' like that. You're a much better fit for him, but I guess to each their own."

You shot Montgomery a look, your mouth agape. Is his family always like this? He looked away shamefully, starting to regret visiting home.

"Next! Betty the fatty! She could never seem to shed that weight." He chuckled. "I guess Mama's fried chicken's too good for her to resist! Breaking a chair or five never stopped her from getting seconds or thirds or fifteenths during Thanksgiving!"

You brought your hands to your head. You told him that they must be insane, Betty may be chubbier than the rest of them, but she looks normal. Perhaps even thinner than you are, given her height. Either way, She doesn't deserve to be talked about like that.

"Ah, don't you worry. I was just kiddin'. She only broke four chairs with her fatass. Plus, she can take a joke. Unlike a certain wannabe blondie." Before you could even argue about anything else, Montgomery squeezed your shoulder gently. You turned your head to see him shaking his head, pleading with you to drop it. So you did.

"We got the other end of the spectrum, Emerson the Skeleton!" Horrified, your eyes trailed to the end of his fingertips. He's pointing to an emaciated woman who has a scarf tied to her head, it looks like she's trying to cover up part of her hair. She didn't appear to be smiling and her eyes looked vacant.

"She's lazy. Barely helping out with the farm and always sleepin' in. Always spendin' her hard-earned check at the hospital, I wonder what's so interestin' over there."

You cannot tell if he was joking or if he truly did not understand she was suffering from some sort of illness.

"We worry for her, she's nearly 40 and unmarried. I reckon it's cause she ain't have no meat on her bones. Men like to go for something with a little more substance, ya' get what I'm saying?" He nudges you in the rib using his elbow.

Montgomery was about to jump in, but you raised a palm to him. Telling him that it's fine.

"And finally, our oldest. Mary-Grace. Can't believe she's turnin' 50. Time has gone by so fast." He has a wistful look on his face. The oldest looked... tortured. She seems so angry yet so trapped. Her deep wrinkles show you unseen expressions.

Interestingly enough, he has nothing much to say about her.

"Then, there's us! Me, Robert Yeller and my lovely wife, Anna-Mae Yeller. We've been married for 50 long years. She's just a couple months older than I am, but she acts just like my mother!" They both look the happiest. Everyone except Baby-Ruth looked like they were attending a funeral in comparison.

You asked how old are they now.

"We turned 66 this year." The gears started turning in your head. You rather not think about it in the end.

"-meet the new addition to our family!" Your ears perked up at the voice of Anna-Mae. You turned around to see Noel, Emerson and Mary-Grace Yeller. Your eyes rolled down to see a gaggle of children, excitedly chattering among each other.

The children squealed when they saw you and Montgomery. They were like high-speed bullets the way they came running. They latched onto you, their weight making you lose your balance and fall to the ground.

You groaned as they laughed and hugged you close.

"I know y'all are excited to meet your new pibling. But guys, git off them, you're going to scare my Sweetheart away!" He shooed them off you, they shrieked playfully as Montgomery exaggerated his stomps, chasing them around the room until they slipped off to somewhere else to play.

Montgomery seems to get along with the children well. You wondered if he wanted children later in life, that may be a problem given the economy is on a downward trend.

Your boyfriend helped you up, checking you for any injuries sustained.

You turned your face to look at his siblings. They're... nothing like their parents personality-wise. They stared at you cautiously, a conflicted look rested on their faces as soon as their eyes landed on Montgomery.

There was tension in the air, Mary-Grace furrowed her eyebrows, looking at Montgomery. Then he turned to you, and an unreadable expression emerged.

"Welcome. Make yerself' at home." She was curt. She turned around and walked away.

"Hello." Emerson rasps. She gave you a small wave and a polite smile. She too, left the room promptly.

Noel looked you up and down, seemingly judging you.

"How was life like in the city?" He ignored you, asking Montgomery.

"Show my partner some respect, if you know what's good for you." Seethed Montgomery through his gritted teeth.

"Sup." He gave you an upward nod. You mirrored his behavior.

"Were you happy?" Asked Noel, treating you like you're invisible. "Were they any less 'sensitive' than me?"

"Noel." He snarled. "Not now."

To your surprise, Noel didn't inherit any of their Southern accents. He almost sounds... Californian.

Noel snorted. "Welcome to the Yeller household. I can tell you're going to love it here." The sarcasm dripping from his tone definitely didn't go undetected. He went back upstairs, you heard a loud slam shortly after.

"Heh, guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, amirite?" The couple laughed in unison.

Montgomery rubbed your arm up and down. "Let's go." He whispered.

He excused himself needing to set the luggage down in the bedroom. You followed him to the car, not wanting to be in the same room as the unstable elderly couple.

What have you gotten yourself into?

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[elvisslut]

His favorite little girl

TW- SMUT, age gap (reader 19, elvis 38), caught masturbating, cheating, step father elvis, daddy kink, mentions of neglecting bio dad, public fingering, oral(m! & f! Receiving), (p in v), innocence kink, virginity kink, dirty talk, untouched kink, caught cheating

“Hmm..” you hum as you look as your closest looking for some pajamas to wear that would look nice for your boyfriend. He was going to come over today and finally make love to you. Something youve been aching for. Elvis your step father recently bought you a few doll night gowns so you slipped one of those on fixed your hair a bit and headed downstairs to wait for him.

“Hey doll-..what are ya dolled up for?” He tilts his head your mom looking over and looking at your outfit. “My guess is Dave’s coming over” she states looking back at the tv. Elvis looks to your mom wrapping his arm around her only to have it shrugged off. “Whos dave?” He asks with a slight frown.

“Hes my boyfriend. I asked him if he wanted to come over tonight” you answer sitting on the couch by elvis and leaning against him his arm wrapping around you.

You and elvis always had somewhat of a close relationship, you’d snuggle up to him quite often..that in all honesty was just to be close to your handsome stepdad. He always loved it though. Your mom did not like affection from men unless they were in bed fucking her.

Your mom was also quite the gold digger. She liked Elvis’ money not elvis. You though..you liked him. You’d thought unholy things about him since you first laid eyes in him.

“Why didn’ ya ask us? I don’ think I want this young man here if you’ll be in that.” Elvis never cared what women wear around other men unless it’s women he believes he owns. “Well I wanted to look nice for him i didn’t think you two would mind” you answer. He shakes his head and takes his arm from around you. “No. I mind. Go call em and tell em not to come, then go to your room. Ya ain’t comin’ out till i go get ya” he says sternly.

You frown and sit up. “No im not telling him that. Hes coming over elvis” you sassy, elvis’ eyebrow twitches as he shoots up to his feet grabbing your arm making you stand as well. “Like hell he is. Go tell em that hes not aloud on my damn property, now.” He growls through gritted teeth. You hesitate but nod and shrug yourself out of his grasp.

You go to the phone acting like you dial the number and having a fake conversation then heading to your room. You pick the phone up thats by your bedside, actually calling your boyfriend this time. “Change of plans. Elvis doesn’t what you here so im going to sneak out go open the back gate for you and we’ll climb up and sneak in through my window” you say, you hatched this plan the moment you had your little display conversation.

Your boyfriend agreed after you gave him instructions that seemed easy enough, except for the fact elvis was always up. So youd have to be very quiet. He usually stays in the living room watching tv so you should be okay.

The second your plan goes into motion you crawl out your window and crawl down from the addition roof. Rushing to the side gate you open it and hug dave putting your lips to his. “God I missed you” you say earning a smirk from dave as he checks you out. “Lets go..” you say grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the house.

You climb up first to show him how to then turning and helping him. Safely and successfully in your room dave feels up your body. Feeling the material of your nightgown under his fingers. He places his lips on your neck humming as he lets his hands get their feel of you.

He lays you back in your bed making you giggle. “Dave” you say softly. His hands move up your thighs to your underwear snapping them to your skin.

“Y/n ‘m sorry i-..didn’ i say for him not to come over?” Elvis says walking in, he scans over the position you’re currently in and balls his fists. “Get the hell outta my house kid” he says. Dave quickly get out finding elvis to be scary.

You sigh and sit up looking over at Elvis. “He’s gone, ground me and leave.” You sass. You just want touched. Thats all, hes ridding you of that, its unfair. He huffs and closes your door going over and sitting by you.

“I told ya not to let him come over. The hell did ya disobey me for?” He asks, You shake your head and look down not wanting to tell your stepdad your reasons. “Talk to daddy” he says softly, laying his hand on your thigh.

“I cant tell you..it’s stupid embarrassing and..no..” elvis frowns a little more. “Doll ya can talk to me..tell me anythin’ ‘m her to listen.” He rubs your thigh, it takes all the strength in you not to rub them together.

“Im the only girl at school with her virginity… ive never even… been touched..” you hesitate with your words but get them out. He chuckles and squeezes your thigh, him being handsy is killing you. “Doll its good to be untouched. Its sweet and innocent..an thats what makes ya my sweet innocent lil’ girl” he says softly. You gape at him for a minute before looking down.

“Get some rest we’ll talk about this more tomorra’”he presses a kiss to your head and leaves your room turning the light out. He headed downstairs and sat on the couch feeling his dick push in his pants. “Damn” he sighs, all that about you being innocent and all really really made him want to ruin you. Ruin that innocence. He got up and walked to the tv putting in a tape. ‘The devil in miss jones’ popped up on the screen. He sat back on the couch and undid his pants pulling himself out and watching the movie.

He watched, bit touching himself till he couldn’t bear it.. he really needed relief. He really needed you. His hand wrapped around his thick cock pumping his hand up and down slowly to start.

“Y/n..” he breaths moving his hand a Little faster. His head leaning back and eyes closing. You sigh and step down the stairs looking in the living room to see Elvis pleasuring himself. “Oh fuck..y/n..” he whimpered. Your eyes widen as you feel the wet patch grow in your panties. “Elvis?” You say quietly.

He sighs and looks up slowly his eyes half lidded and blown with lust. “Com’ere baby.” He orders patting the couch with his free hand. “Ya want touched? How about daddy shows ya somethin’s?” He questions as you go and sit by him.

“..i..please?” You answer. He seems satisfied with that and nods. “Ya touch me okay? As i touch ya” he states grabbing your hand and wrapping it around him. “Pump your hand..oh-..squeeze a- fuck baby” you follow his words making him tremble under your hand. His hand goes under the frill of your gown and moves aside your underwear.

His fingers slide in your slick as he moves to your clit pressing his fingers and going in curricular motions. Your lips part as pretty moans leaving your mouth. “Oh daddy..that feels so good” you hum stroking his cock faster.

“Ya have no clue how long I’ve been wantin’ to touch ya.” He says breathlessly. Laying his head back, your eyes flutter shut and you lay your forehead against his shoulder continuing to move your hand on him. He smirks and moves his finger down pressing it into you.

Your eyes shoot open and your mouth opens a little more as moans fall out. “Elvis that feels so good…” you moan. He bucks up his hips and groans. “‘M almost there babygirl..m-make daddy cum..” he says looking down at your hand as you pull him over the edge his finger still pumping in and out of you.

“Oh god..yes- fuck thats its-..atta girl..” he praises, his words drove you closer to your first orgasm induced by anyone else other than your hand. “Daddy..i-im close” you whimper out as his hot cum spilled on your hand.

You look over at your hand and bring it to your hand to your lips, his eyes following and widening as you lick up the salty creamy liquid.

He adds another finger making you moan and lean your forehead back against his shoulder. Your orgasm rushing up on your fast. The pressure in your belly snapping, rolling your hips and biting down on his shoulder. “Fuck doll..” he says with a chuckle pulling his fingers out slowly and putting them in his mouth with a hum.

“Feel better about bein’ touched now babygirl?” He quipped with a chuckle. You huff a little for air then smash your lips to his. He thinks for s second before moving his lips against yours aswell.

You throw your leg over his and straddle him feeling his cock right under you. “Thank you..” you say pulling away and pulling lightly at the hair at his neck, his hands going up and resting on your hips.

“Brake up with your boyfriend” he says reaching one hand up and running it across your bottom lip. “What? No i can’t do that” you frown and shake your head. “Do it or i ain’t ever touchin’ ya again” he orders almost.

“I-..okay..” you hesitate but elvis just does things to you without even being around you, you cant argue with him.

“Ya did good princess” you smile and press your lips back to his. “Go to bed baby.. daddy loves ya..” he says, you smile at him and go up to your room filled with nothing but bliss.

The next morning you woke up to Elvis lightly shaking you. “Doll..wake up..i wanna show ya somethin’” he says softly, you rub your eyes and hum. “Im tired..” you reply. “Ill carry ya just stay awake” you sigh and nod in agreement. He scoops you up in his arms and walks you downstairs and outside, the cold morning air nipping at your lips and toes.

Hes quick to get you in the car he had running and parked outside so you don’t freeze in your nightgown. “Where are we going?” You ask with a big yawn as he get in. “A place that’s special to me” he answers pulling you to him letting you cuddle into him.

Its not long before you’re shaken awake again this time to a gorgeous view of the river and the sunrising. “Wow..” you awe over the view, elvis stares at you as you admire the sky. He couldn’t look away from you all he wanted was to give you passion and love you deserve.

“Baby..i took ya out here..i-..I want to take your virginity..last year since me and your mama got married I wanted ya..i-i can’t right now but i will tonight after out movie night” he was bold but pleasant with his words. Holding a importance in every syllable.

“I-…okay..okay elvis..” you hesitate for a second but agree. Last night really changed alot of your look on him. “Lets get home so your mama doesn’t start worryin’” he starts the car back up and pulls out from the wooded area.

The ride was silent getting back home. A comfortable silence. “Ya go in and have yourself a good day okay baby? I gotta head to the studio..ill see ya tonight” you nod and get out of the car, going up the door of Graceland and turning to watch his car go to the gates a smile on your face.

You go inside and rush upstairs to change out of your nightgown bliss and excitement coursing your veins that entire day, both for what you talked about, and movie night.

“Y/n! Come down here!” Your mom yelled, you rushed down after putting on a comfortable outfit. Sitting back on the couch with a soft blanket as your mom starts the movie. You look at her with a frown before the door is open, a few seconds and hes in the opening of the living room heading towards the open spot by you and your mother.

“Hows my favorite lil’ girl?” He asks sitting down and kicking his feet up on the table. He eyes at the blanket on you, pulling some to him and laying in on his lap. “Good, did you have a good day?” You quip leaning your head on his shoulder watching the movie.

“Mhm” he hums wrapping his arm around you. “Be quiet” he whispers as he kisses your head, pushing his hand under the band of your pants, his hand wondering on your thigh for a moment squeezing at the thick flesh. He moves his hand to your arousal rubbing his finger in your slick.

You bite down on your tongue to hold in any noise that may try to slip past your lips. Your breath getting heavier, you wont be able to stay quiet much longer but with your heavy breathing in his ear Elvis didn’t care he wanted to hear what you were holding back.

To both of yours relief your mom got up and yawned. “Im going to bed night.” She shorts then heads out the tv room closing the door behind her.

“Goddamn don’ hold back them pretty sounds no more baby i need to hear ya” he says with eagerness. Gladly you part your lips and like out a lewd moan. “Atta girl” he praises pulling the blanket off the both of you.

He watched as his hand moved up in down in your pants, pressing his plump lips to your shoulder. “Daddy..” you softly let out needing more of him, craving anything he has to offer you.

His hand pulls out your pants pulling a whimper from you. “Relax baby girl.. you’re goin’ to get what ya want..” he moves to his knees into of the couch getting in between your legs and shuffling your pants off keeping your white panties on.

Biting down on his lip feeling his arousal grow even more. Looking at you like you were prey. “Fuck..drivin’ me nuts..” he bellows running his fingers along the little bit of pubic hair poking out.

“I-..im sorry i didn’t think to shave” your face reddens deeply hearing him tsk. “None of that..i like it baby…goddamn do i like it..” he mumbles the last words to himself leaning forward and pressing a delicate kiss to the cotton.

Nibbling on your lip looking down at him as he looks up at you his hand wrapping around your thigh. His other moving the panties to the side.

Without warning he lapped his tongue at your sensitive clit. Moaning his name in whispers putting your hand in his hair. He hums at the taste of you sending vibrations to your clit the sensation going up your spin. “Oh god..” you breathe.

He presses a finger into bending it just right and hitting a spot you didn’t know existed making you gasp and arch your back up. He knew so well what he was doing and it’s making you crazy, craving everything more and more.

“Elvis..i need you..”you breathe tugging at his hair. “Okay babygirl..just need you to try and take me in your mouth..so i know you’re ready” he says pulling away from you and pulling his finger out. “Anything to please you” he smiles at you and gets back up on the couch putting his hand to the back of your neck pulling your hair together a little bit and tugging his pants down enough to get himself out. “There we go nice and easy” he hums pushing your head down softly to him.

“Wrap your mouth around it and cover your teeth” he teaches you hook onto his words and do as he says. “Ah-..atta girl..thats a good girl” he praises as you bob your head up in down on him with his guidance. “Fuck-..a goddamn natural..” he groans thrusting his hips up just a bit.

“F-fuck..hand baby..your hand put it around me..” you instantly do as your told putting your hand on what your mouth didn’t have. “Aw shit..best damn head ive gotten” he huffs.

“God- y-yeah ya can..your ready..baby i need to be in ya” that was unusual for him but there was something about you that he just wanted to shove himself in you and claim you as his, giving you his babies, getting off inside you was a whole turn on for him and its not usual for him.

You got up immediately and look at him waiting for his instruction. He quietly laid you back on the couch and moved his pants down more hovering over you. Moving your panties to the side again and lining up to you. “It’s goin’ to hurt..ya might bleed a little it’s nothin’ bad just means you’re mine that ya can’t be with anyone else.” You nod in understanding more then okay with that.

He slowly pushes in your eyes widening at the pain “E-Elvis..stop..stop..it hurts..i- its too much” you say with panic. “Shh shh baby..it’s okay it’ll go away soon” he calms but the pain was tremendous. “I-..stop please” you gasp has he jolts into you a bit. Tears falling down your cheeks. “Fuck..such a pretty crier..itll go away soon i promise” he stays to thrust his hips the pain worsening. “No- stop.” You cry moaning as pleasure starts to fade in the pain slowly subsiding.

“Oh-..oh god.” You breathe as the pain fully goes away filling you with nothing but want for more. “Daddy.." you moan arching your back up into him.

"Oh fuck babygirl.. Gonna bust soon.. So damn tight" he groans. "Hey el-" your heart dropped hearing your mom's voice. "Get the hell outta here” elvis frowns looking up at your mother no shame on his part. But you, you most definitely ruined your relationship with your mother. So much shame flooding over you.

She backed out and elvis looks down at you. “Ill deal with her after okay? Ya don’ worry. Okay?” He says, you hesitate for a moment but nod. Elvis smiles down at you and presses his lips down to yours continuing his interrupted thrusts.

“Oh fuck-..da-daddy” you moan as he speeds up his hips. “Fuck..princess come with daddy” he groans shoving his face in the crook of your neck. Its not long till your both on the brick of release and you’re coming together.

“Oh shit..” Elvis mumbles against your skin breathlessly. “I love ya baby girl” he adds pulling back out of you and sitting up. “I love you too daddy” you say moving back and picking up your pants.

“‘M goin’ to go talk to your mama..stay down here.” He gets up and hes gone. Your relationship with your mama was ruined. But part of you didn’t care as long as you got elvis.

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[irisintheafterglow]

More Than It Seams (Chapter 1)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 3k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader

note: aaaaa ok first chapter of my first series. hope you enjoy!! i'm planning on this to be five chapters, and the second chapter I'm planning to release this friday. i <3 shoto todoroki

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated!!!

She couldn’t be serious. You shake your head as if to reset your eyeballs and read over the two scribbled cursive sentences over and over until the reality of your situation set in. 

Hey, not gonna be in starting today for maternity leave. Don’t disappoint me. Xo, M 

You counted the days on your fingers and groaned, dragging a palm down the front of your face. 7:00 A.M was too early to find out you had to run a multi-million dollar business that wouldn’t hesitate to fire you if you disappointed at the most important fashion event of the year. The coffee maker beeped its readiness right on cue, and you debated making two cups instead of just one. You settled for one but left out a cup with your name on it for a possible second, and plopped down at your station. The sun was just starting to shine through the glass walls of the building you called your office, an odd combination of exposed brick walls and floor-to-ceiling windows. Crooked rows of work tables lined up on one side of the expansive area, with several dozen mannequins and rolls of fabric occupying the other side. A long counter separated the work area from the sitting area, where clients waited for their fittings on plush couches and sipped on complimentary sparkling drinks that M paid for instead of giving her workers a raise. 

“G’morning!” The other designer for the company swung open the gate allowing access between the work area and the sitting area, deflating when he saw you throw your head down on your desk in frustration and slam it a few times for good measure. “Or not…” A loud gasp of shock indicated to you that he had read the note, and a long string of expletives left his mouth as you lifted your head and nodded. “She has to be joking.”

You clicked your tongue in agreement. “She is not.” 

“HB’s in two weeks, and she decides now is a good time to have her baby?”

“If it were up to me, she wouldn’t even be the head of this place, or having another baby. God knows we don’t need any more of her.” Your coworker scoffs in disbelief, throwing his bag down on his desk and wheeling over a mannequin. “Hey, did you finish working up that fabric design for Cellophane’s suit? He’s supposed to come in on Friday and I think it’d be smart to have a sample of the fabric ready so he can tell us if he doesn’t like it.” 

“Yep, I’ll have that over to you ASAP. You don’t need to remind me what happened last year with Dynamight two days before the Ball.” 

You cringed at the memory of the Number Two Hero burning your work to ashes right in front of you and telling you to get a color that matched his eyes better. To be fair, the color that his stylist had chosen clashed with his skin tone and you respected Bakugo for recognizing that, but he could have given you back the suit to use as scrap fabric. “It’s the price of working with the best.” 

“You mean for the best,” he corrects, giving you a grouchy look before switching on his machine and beginning to hem the miles of fabric for Creati’s dress. You’d asked him if he wanted you to hem the fabric since your quirk would have it done by lunch, but he declined and said that you should focus on designing the remaining heroes’ pieces. The rest of your seamstresses trickled in as the morning progressed, filing into their stations with a polite “good morning” and picking up their scissors. Soon, the office milled with the familiar sounds of cutting fabric, sewing machines, and rolling mannequins, and you spaced out as you sketched your idea for Pinky’s updated costume. 

At 11:30, your receptionist sitting at the counter slammed down the phone in alarm, startling the entire room into silence. Her face was nothing short of panic, and you rose quickly from your station to pull her into a corner and figure out why she looked like she had received a bomb threat. 

“What’s going on?”

“Shoto is here.”

“Who?”

“Shoto. The pro hero. Is here,” she hisses at you through her teeth, her hands shaking with uncontrollable anxiety. 

You blinked at her. “Okay… and?” Pros showing up to the office themselves rather than sending assistants was uncommon but had been done numerous times before. Deku and Creati tended to visit a few times a month, and Pinky liked to stop by on Fridays to treat her favorite staff to ice cream. It was Shoto’s first time appearing in person, as he usually sent an assistant to drop off what was essentially his laundry; you’d always assumed that being a top-ranked hero controlling large sums of inheritance was just too busy to worry about his costume. Still, a customer visiting the office in person, no matter how attractive they were, was the least of your laundry list of problems.  

Your receptionist stares at you like you’ve sprouted three heads, and addresses you with an attitude that would have had her fired if M was in office. “What the hell do you mean ‘and’? It’s Shoto… the Number Three Hero. ProMagazine’s #1 ranked hottie.” 

“I’m aware,” you state a little impatiently, annoyed by her insistence that this was much more significant than it actually was. “I’m struggling to understand the fuss over just another client–” 

A chorus of shocked excitement washed over your staff as the elevator doors dinged and a lean, well-dressed silhouette entered the office. Several of your seamstresses had stood from their chairs and huddled together for moral support, whispering to each other about the stranger who had exited the elevator. Your receptionist’s eyes widen to the size of dollar coins, her hands coming up to your shoulders to push you toward the counter as she disappeared behind rolls of fabric. You rolled your eyes and took a breath, adjusting the measuring tape around your neck and meeting Shoto as he approached the vacant receptionist’s computer. His voice was polite and soft when he spoke, and you swear you hear your workers swooning behind you. 

“Hello, I’m here to drop these items off for repair,” he states, gently placing a small stack of folded fabric on the counter in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty his hands were, and how one ran through his two-toned hair, combing it with elegant fingers. His eyes were each an enchanting shade of blue and grey, and you found it hard to break eye contact with him. ProMagazine was definitely correct.

“Great, I’ll, uh, have this ready in just a bit,” you reply, gesturing towards the waiting area and encouraging Shoto to have a seat. Taking a deep breath in and out and shooting your staff a stern look to get back to work, you unfold the tattered costume on a nearby station behind the counter. His suit wasn’t in the worst condition, but the tears on the arms and chest area posed a significant safety hazard, especially if they continued to open. As hot as it would be to have muscle windows in Shoto’s suit, it’d reflect badly on you if you’d refused to repair the costume for the sake of professionally shot ab photos. 

After another steadying breath, you visualize a sewing machine dial in your mind, picking up a spool of strong nylon thread and running your thumb over the torn pieces of fabric; like clockwork, it repaired itself with a neat straight stitch wherever you touched. Your quirk is why M hired you in the first place since you could assemble three pieces in the time it took a machine to do one. You couldn’t send sheets of fabric flying like Best Jeanist, but your ability to telekinetically manipulate thread into stitches proved useful for a career in fashion design. With a few more reinforcement stitches to some worn edges and a quick polish of the suit’s buckles, Shoto’s costume was good as new. 

“Here you go; you’re all set.” He turns to look at you, surprised and preoccupied with examining the large posters of costumes M’s company had designed. Frames of initial sketches for his first professional costume were flanked by life-size prints of Pinky, Deku, and Red Riot’s attire. A plaque engraved with Creati’s endorsement message for the company hung in the center, surrounded by fabric swatches and Post-It notes scribbled with measurements. It looked like he had just finished reading through Creati’s statement when you informed him that his suit was ready. “I went ahead and cleaned off some of the grime from the suit’s hardware and sprayed it with anti-rust so it shouldn’t be tarnishing any time soon.” 

Shoto looks at you with an expression that you can’t read, gazes down at the repaired suit in front of him, and then back up at you. “Oh. That’s it?”

You release a slightly nervous chuckle to try to ease some of the awkwardness that had settled between you two. “Uh, yep. That’s it.” After another painfully quiet beat, your customer service persona finally kicks back into gear. “Is there anything else I can assist you with today?” 

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, it was a pleasure working with you today–”

“How does your quirk work?” His question arrives completely out of left field, and your brain short-circuits at his genuine expression of interest in your abilities. 

“Well, um, I can manipulate thread to follow certain stitch patterns, like the stitch selection on a sewing machine. See, like, here.” You point at one of the newly repaired tears in his costume, running a finger over the fresh seam. You’re keenly aware of how his eyes follow your finger and you attempt to keep your voice even. “I mended this panel of fabric torn down the middle with a straight stitch, which is the sturdiest stitch I can create.” 

“So you wave your hands and the threads start moving?” The boyish cluelessness on his face makes your heart flutter. A smile breaks its way into your expression. 

“I wish, but I actually have to be touching the fabric.” 

“I suppose it’s very useful for a fashion designer, then.” His face is carefully put together, but the tiniest hint of sarcasm bleeds its way into his voice. Was he… joking with you? 

“Definitely. I’m essentially a human sewing machine but without needles sprouting from my thumbs.” Your thumb pops up on its own accord for added effect, but then you realize what you just said and shove your hand back in an apron pocket. It was meant as a joke, but the macabre nature of your last quip slips your mind and a part of you dies inside when Shoto physically cringes at the grotesque image. Before you have the chance to apologize for such a distressing remark, he politely nods his head in farewell and gives you a soft “thank you” before returning to the elevator. 

Releasing a frustrated noise from your throat at the fact that you just scared off Todoroki Shoto, you lay your forehead on the counter between your elbows. The elevator button dings, and to your horror, you realize that he hadn’t left the office yet. Instead, he was looking at you amusedly over his toned shoulder. The corner of his mouth quirks up the tiniest bit as he watches your burning face attempt to regain its composure, and then he’s gone. 

“That was a shit show,” your other designer mutters under his breath, handing you another cup of coffee. 

Tuesday morning at 11:30 on the dot, Shoto visits again and catches your receptionist off guard, reducing her to a puddle of “How can I help you?” and “Can I get you a sparkling drink?” With your back turned to the doors, you don’t notice him immediately as you concentrate on draping expensive maroon fabric around Creati’s mannequin. Eyebrows drawn in concentration and holding a pin between your teeth, your hands work meticulously to create perfect pleats under the waistline of the bodice. It isn’t until your receptionist nervously calls out your name that you abruptly drop the fabric, Shoto’s mouth twitching as he watches you hurriedly place your box of pins on a nearby station and approach the counter. You lightly tap your receptionist’s shoulder, snapping her out of her daze to find Shoto a drink that you knew was out of stock and leaving you two alone again. 

“Shoto, it’s a pleasure to see you.” You try to mask the unease in your voice with a forced smile. “What can I help you with today?”

His face is blank, but his eyes shine like he’s analyzing you. “I ripped the suit again.”

Your face falls in comical disbelief. “Again?”

He shrugs. “I guess I need stronger stitches.” His heterochromatic eyes stare into yours, and you meet his challenge with a slight squint. 

“Guess you do.” You take the folded suit from his hands and drop the volume of your voice. “Or maybe you need to stop tearing my work.”

He huffs out a breath that sounds like a choked laugh and you smile innocently at him, hoping this interaction replaced the awkwardness of yesterday. Your hand gestures to the seating area again, but he shakes his head, instead crossing his muscular arms and watching you intently as you work. The damage to his suit could barely be considered a tear, and you don’t even bother using your quirk to repair it. You feel him staring at you as you easily patch up the suit with a backstitch, and you swear you could hear him hum thoughtfully behind you. Minutes after he entered the office, you slide the garment back to him with a satisfied smile. 

He does that thing again, looking at you, down at his suit, then back at you. “You didn’t use your quirk.” 

It was your turn to shrug. “Didn’t need to.” As entertaining as his presence was, it would have taken longer to repair it with your quirk, and you had three mannequins of patterns demanding your immediate attention. “Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”

Shoto dodges your question, instead scanning the seamstresses at their work areas trying not to stare at him. “You’re awfully good at getting people in and out.” One eyebrow quirks in question. He’s testing you, silently asking whether you were trying to get rid of him quickly. 

“With all due respect, a rip on a Pro’s suit is the least of my worries right now.” 

“What are the most of your worries?” You direct his attention to the three mannequins behind you, covered in multi-colored pins and beige pattern panels. “Red Riot, Pinky, and Cellophane’s Ball outfits. Need to have them done by next Friday, and I was just in the middle of pleating the skirt of Momo’s dress. It’s taking a lot longer than expected because I tragically only have two hands.” 

Shoto’s mouth opens in an ah of realization, taking in the elaborate construction plan of the layered asymmetrical gown. You couldn’t have predicted his reply to save your life. 

“May I help you?”

Your mind halts the production of coherent thoughts. “Oh, no, really. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Why not?”

“It’s not your job.”

“But there is something I can help with.”

“I mean, yes, but–”

“Then please, show me what to do.” You decide that it would be pointless to fight his stubborn determination, so you try not to notice the gasps from your staff as Shoto pushes open the gate into the work area and stands beside Creati’s mannequin. You knelt into the same position as before, sitting back on your heels as you searched for the last pleat you made. 

“So I just need you to hold the fabric in place so that it doesn’t unfold, like this,” you direct, scrunching the edge into a carefully measured fold. He watches you diligently, allowing you to reposition his hands so that you could effectively create a seam. His hands were soft beneath your fingers as you brushed veins and lean muscle. You push away the thought of what else he could do with his hands, refocusing on your work and delicately rotating the mannequin as you made your way around its waist. To your surprise, Shoto made soft conversation with you, asking about other Pros’ looks and the design inspiration behind them. Small talk flowed easily as you worked, and he proved to be much more witty than interviews captured. 

When you finished, Shoto ran his finger over the pleats you had just made in admiration. A glance at the rest of the mannequins leads to his expression becoming puzzled. “Where is mine?” He offers an open hand to you as you rise from the floor, and you revel in the cool touch of his palm against your tired thumb. 

You open your mouth to reply, but no words come out. The truth was, his stylist had ordered a simple black suit for him, barely different than the suit he wore the previous year and all of the years prior. Shoto’s media reputation had him notorious for attending as few public events as possible, and donning safe solid-colored suits when he did appear. His eyebrows rise in anticipation of your answer, still holding your hand, and you finally conjure up an explanation. “Well, technically, your look is already finished. It was one of the first looks we finished because of its simplicity.” 

“Simplicity?” He releases your hand, flexing his fingers like he was squeezing a stress ball. Shit, were your hands sweaty?

“Yeah, your stylist tends to request subdued designs for public appearances.”

A low hum is all you receive in acknowledgment, and a look of deep thought washes over his handsome expression. 

“Maybe I will aim for a different design this year, then.” 

And just the same as Monday, he nods farewell before heading back to the elevator, leaving you frozen by the mannequin. A split second before the doors slide open, he gives you a mischievous look and a single thumbs-up, a reminder of the embarrassing interaction from the day before. You roll your eyes at him and are delighted to see the corner of his mouth turn up again.   

The elevator doors shut, and you can’t help hoping he creates another tear in his suit for tomorrow.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x you #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x you #bnha #mha #shoto x you #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto #my hero academia

[justmy-account]

List of byler-gates

I’m just bored, but read it anyways, it’s fun

there sooo many of them, and i’m still pretty lazy so this isn’t perfect, but just let’s start

Mikhailgate

This is practically anti byler theory, but nvm

So, Dimitri has a son named Mikhail, which is russian version of name Michael, Mike

So, people were just saying that instead of Mike, Will will end up with Mikhail(who’s technically Mike bc of the name, yk)

I think everyone was just joking, oh, good ol’ times

and willloveinterestgate is the same

Lettergate/Pocketgate

These theories aren’t the same one, but it’s basically the same concept, ig

The basic thing is, that Mike wrote a letter to Will(singed Love, Mike)

In pocketgate, Mike has the letter saved in his triangle pocket, bc in st, characters many times has letters, that were important to them, in their left pocket(above the heart), for example Hopper and El(Hopper’s heart-to-heart), Jonathan(acceptance letter to college) etc.

And he would just take it out in the middle of confession or sth

+the triangle always points to Will like an arrow

Lettergate is just basically the same, ok, idk how to describe it differently 

Twelvegate

Not exactly a byler, but theory, that Will was number twelve in HNL, and that he’s El’s actual twin

And from that, there’s theory that Will has powers, but wasn’t n. 012

Okay, back to byler

This is same as rainbowgate i think

Flickergate

This theory is very lovely! after Will tells Mike that rolled seven in s1, the light behind them flickers

and since ud is frozen on nov6 83, when you signal sth from ud, it should appear at nov6 83-s1

this connects to electricgate(i dunno if sth like this exist, but just keep reading), the electricity~are friends electric~will possibly having electric powers

so mike and will could go together in s5 to ud on a mission or sth, and kiss in wheelers garage, and that would make the light flicker(i’m so good at explaining things, right😐)

will and mike going to ud together is predicted by mike and will sitting on upside down couch in last ep. of s4

Birthdaygate/Memorygate

Soo, remember how they forgot Will’s birthday? what if all wills memories, that people reminded him of in the shed are gone? his birthday, building castle byers, meeting mike… and that’s why mike says that his life started the day he found her, bc he doesn’t remember meeting Will

for me, it’s really weird, they couldn’t just forget Will’s birthday, no, this ain’t it

Kiss at lovers lake

I’m not sure if this has a different name, but it’s that their first kiss will be near lovers lake

evidence: patrick(the kid who died at lovers lake), had a nickname “berlin wall” or sth(we saw this in the school newspaper), and it was devided to four, same as hawkins

and song heroes is abt couple who lived at different sides of berlin wall, and idk, it just connects, okay?

when will painted the map of hawkins while he was possessed, mike was holding blue and yellow meter

Eightfifteengate

Context: will left the wheelers at 8:15 in s1

in s1e1, time mark 8:15 is literally the shot where will disappears in the shead

i think there’s a season 2 soundtrack called eight fifteen

tw: time fuckery: while will was recording on halloween night, the time says 8:04 while he’s recording mike saying “did you agreed with this?”, but when joyce rewatches it, it show 8:15(byler)

“ it’s 8:15, you’re late”

btw, clocks and watches from hiroshima are stuck at 8:15

aaanywaaay, there’s just too much 8:15 things, aaah(this is just a few)

what it has to do with byler?

well, 15-8=….(wait for it)….seven. a byler number. it was a seven!

also, “the first lie”, when murray says this to jancy, the time mark is… guess what, 8:15

there’s this theory with the songs “the first lie” and “the first i love you”, and it just connects 

Motelgate

theory, that after mike’s “love” confession to el, they went to a motel for sleep, and mike and will had to share a bed, and we could possibly see flashbacks of it in s5, and it would kinda explain the two day skip

Colorgate

blue and yellow meet in the west, i’m sure you know this one, and there’s sooo many evidence in this

mattduffersbasementgate

It’s too late for this to be true, but the duffers are(/were) holding every cast member that ships byler in their basement, lol

bloopergate

Bloopers from byler scenes, basically, for example “not when i was the spy, oh fuck”, basically Finn and Noah being all giggly, i guess

bloopergate implies to every blooper, but why not to mention it

curtaingate

Sth like, that when there’s some fight happening between characters, if curtains are open, it means they’re open with their feeling and opposite 

Example: milkvan make out scene-closed, but you don’t love me fight-opened

Bonus: „ but they like the curtain. people like us are just trying to look behind the curtain”(my very bad quotation of murray, yk what i mean)

Also, Suzie had blue and yellow curtains, and they were opened

And, “and i love her and i can’t lose her again”? Also curtains closed, like wtf, this fandom is crazy

piggybackgate

El knows abt Mike and Will. she saw how they act around each other, she’ve heard will saying “you’re the heart” to mike, saw that mike has Will’s painting now

New Coke Theory

basically, old coca colla is mileven, new coke is byler. it contains some of the old ingredients(mike), and new ones too(will). not everyone likes(bc its gay ship). and when you look at scenes with can of new coke, it’s many times symbolizing byler vs. milkvan

one of my favorite new coke theory examples is this: in s3, after el gets attacked by the flesh monster, she tries to crash a can(but she doesn’t have her powers, so she can’t). this is a can of new coke(byler) and she can’t crush that/destroy it. and in this scene, we get a flashback to the lab, where she crushes aka destroys regular coke(mileven)

phonegate

mike and will not calling each other, bc of joyce’s telemarketer job(he won’t stop whining abt it)

————

i miss all these little silly theories abt literally everything

i hope the byler tag will be like this once again

maybe we could start naming our new theories “gate”s again

for example: heartfeltgat, strangerwritersgate, snowkissgate or sth

anyway, byee

#stranger things #byler #st5 speculation #byler gates #will byers #mike wheeler #mikhailgate #willloveinterstgate #lettergate #pocketgate #anti milkvan #twelvegate #flickergate #birthdaygate #memorygate #byler kiss at lovers lake #eightfifteengate #motelgate #colorgate #when blue meets yellow in the west #mattduffersbasementgate #bloopergate #curtaingate #piggybackgate #new coke theory #phonegate

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 4: Practice

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(y/n's pov)

"you sure you gonna be okay to stand on sideline alone?" - joe

"yup i'll be fine, i'll be entertained watching the practice." - you

"okay, imma head inside now" - joe

"okay, see ya in a bit" - you

joe turned around and i watched him walk towards the locker room entrance. we had been standing by his parked car in the players garage as he gave me directions on how to get to the practice fields from here.

as i made my way over, my thoughts were all over the place. last night was; something. joe broke up with his girlfriend and practically cuddled with me the whole night. not to mention us holding hands for a little bit before that. i still don't know what that meant, or what either of us were trying to do. it just felt right in the moment and i think we both respected that enough to not bring it up.

this morning a woke up alone on the couch, the smell of bacon wafting through the air. when i leaned up and was able to see the kitchen i was met with the sight of joe cooking breakfast. we told each other good morning before enjoying breakfast together; our friendship slowly going back to what it once was as we cracked jokes and brought up silly memories.

it was really great to have joe back.

my thoughts calmed down a little bit when the team started walking out. at first i thought i was going crazy when i thought i saw a familiar face but when he got closer and i could see his face better i realized i wasn't going crazy.

ja'marr chase?

since when did he play for the bengals?! the last time i saw that crazy kid was in Louisiana.

but. ja'marr wasn't the only person i noticed.. the extremely attractive number 85 walking next to him caught my eye. definitely looking him up on the roster later, i thought.

i was completely zoned out watching #85 walking past when the fans erupted into cheers. i moved my gaze to the gate when my eyes fell on joe, that's when i realized my previous thoughts were wrong and needed to stop. can't go after your best friends teammates y/n! the little voice in the back of my head told me.

when joe made his way onto the field and the team was given their assignments for the first little bit of practice, i found myself getting a little bored.

my mom had texted me to ask how things went with joe last night so i was texting her back when i felt a tap on my shoulder.

when i turned around there were two girls with smiles on the faces.

"sorry if i startled you.. but we saw you standing over here and thought you looked a little lonely. i'm jess, sam hubbard girlfriend!" - jess stuck her hand out and you shook it

"oh hi! i was kind of getting a little bored." - you laugh slightly

"im gracie, evan mcpherson's fiancé." - gracie shook your hand

"it's lovely to meet you guys! i'm y/n." - you smiled

"ohhhhh" - gracie and jess had a moment of realization in sync

"huh?" - you nervously laughed

"when you said your name we realized who you were." - gracie

"may i ask how?"

"joe talks about you all the time to sam. i've overheard their call." - jess smiled

"oh? i'm actually here with joe, we're childhood best friends." - you

"mhm, because childhood best friends look at each other like that." - gracie

"what do you mean." - you shook your head

"joes staring at you right now." - jess

"oh my lord, we don't like each other like that. we're just friends." - you

"okay then, wanna come over and sit with us?"

- gracie

"sure!" - you

"now you can spend the rest of practice trying to convince us you don't like joe more than a friend." - gracie grinned

a few minutes later we were sitting in a secluded area, other partners of players were there as well but gracie and jess were sitting a little farther away.

"so how'd you and joe become friends?" - gracie

"oh well our moms were best friends since they were in middle school. well when they got older they bought houses next to each other and planned to have kids at the same time. joe was born december 10 and i was born december 19, so we really have grown up best friends. we even went to ohio state together, and when he transferred to lsu i did too. it wasn't until we graduated and he was drafted to cincinnati and i stayed in louisiana that we were separated." - you

"that's so sweet, a cute story to tell your kids one day." - jess nodded with a smile on her face

"girlllll, i just see him as a friend." - you

"so you've never felt a little more for him?"

- gracie

"well.. i've only told my mom this, but i trust you guys enough to tell y'all. when we went to ohio state together, i started thinking he was cute.. which developed into a crush that lasted until we graduated from lsu." - you

"i knew it!" - gracie

"you guys would be so cute together!" - jess

"thanks but my crush on him ended a long time ago." - you

"you say that.. but i saw the way your eyes lit up when he walked out." - jess smiled

"that's just because i'm proud of him. besides he broke up with his girlfriend last night, he doesn't need anything right now." - you

"wait he broke up with lexie?!" - gracie

"yup, you guys were trynna set us up and didn't know he was even single?" - you laughed

"oh girl we hated her. she was so rude and didn't even attempt to cover up the fact she was using joe." - jess

"really. you could ask any of the girls or the players. ja'marr, tee, and sam constantly tried to get joe to break up with her." - gracie

"i know sam and ja'marr from college but which ones tee?" - you looked at the players on the field

"number 85, he's a wide receiver." - jess

"ohhh" - you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks

"what's that reaction for? you like tee? he's single you know." - gracie

"wouldn't necessarily say like.. i saw him walking with ja'marr and thought he was cute." - you shrugged

"awww, he's a big sweetheart. i'm sure we could set you guys up." - jess

"i appreciate it.. but i don't want to do that to joe. i feel like dating his teammate would be awkward, you know?" - you

".. because you like him!" - gracie

"oh my gosh, guys chill!" - you laughed

"all jokes aside, whatever you and joe are or end up being we really hope you're around more."

- jess

"yeah, you're really sweet and have a great personality. it's great to see joe bring a girl around that i'd be happy to hang out with."

- gracie

"i don't think i'll be going anywhere anytime soon.." - you smile as your eyes land on joe on the field, gracie and jess smiling to themselves as they watch you look at joe

*time skip - after practice in the locker room*

(joes pov)

i was getting dressed since i had just gotten out of the shower when i overheard a couple of the guys talking.

"did y'all see that girl with joe? sheeesh" - joe mixon

"bro she was gorgeous. i don't know what's going on between her and joe, but if they ain't together i needa ask her to get some dinner or somethin."

- tee higgins

"yo for sure, she was beautiful" - tyler boyd

"that's y/n, joe's best friend since birth. i'm sure nothings going on between them that's not platonic." - ja'marr chase

"thank god, imma try to talk to her before higgins." - joe mixon

"sorry mix, but y/n was with jess and gracie the whole time and jess texted me saying that y/n had called tee cute." - sam hubbard

"oooooo now which of my pickup lines should i use?" - tee smirked as he rubbed his hands together

i walked out from around the corner over to my locker before interrupting their conversation.

"none of em" - joe

"yo sorry, is she your girl? what happened to lexie?" - tee

"not my girl, my best like ja'marr said. none of you guys are going to be flirting with her anytime soon, understood?" - joe

everyone stayed silent and looked at the ground, not saying anything.

"understood?!" - joe raised his voice a few levels

the guys all mumbled a "yes", "yes sir", "understood"

"i'm outta here" - joe grabbed his bag from his locker and left

as i was walking out of the locker room i only got more pissed off as i heard the guys continue their conversation about y/n.

when i got to the garage and saw y/n standing next to my car, for a second all the jealousy left and the only thing that mattered was her.

"hey joe!" - you smiled

"hey" - joe smiled back

the guys were right, she did look beautiful today. she was wearing biker shorts and one of my bengals shirts; she didn't have one to wear so i let her borrow one of mine.

"you practiced really well, i can barely tell you had a season ending knee injury" - you pulled him into a little hug before getting into the car

"thanks" - joe got in the car and started driving

when it fell silent my thoughts from earlier came back and i gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

(y/n's pov)

"you okay?" - you noticed joes body language

"yeh" - joe

"you're lying" - you

"it's stupid.." - joe

"somethings clearly bothering you joey, i want you to tell me what's got you so upset." - you

"okay fine. i'm upset because you caught the eye of quite a few of the guys and they kept talking about you in the locker room." - joe

"oh who?" - you

"tyler boyd, joe mixon, a couple others" - joe made sure to leave tee's name out

"oh really, that's kinda funny." - you laughed slightly

"yes so funny that my teammates have a crush on you." - joe

but i wish it was you.

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authors note: i love writing this book sm. it was hard for me to complete my last one due to the fact i had been writing it for over a year and it became a huge part of me.. but i love this new storyline. guys buckle up this is gonna be a lot!

hope you enjoyed ❤️

#bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader

[tiofrean]

Oh boy... OH BOY... I was reading through comments and tags under that Flint vs. Stede post (and before that in Silver vs. Oluwande post) and OH BOY RANT INCOMING

Feel free to ignore. No, I'm prickly about this.

I LOVE how people are like "Black Sails fans are so mean why are they like that T.T ?" in the tags and comments.

LET ME TELL YOU.

So we have this show that has been marginalized and has been pushed to the side for years. A show that has excellent plot, wonderful intrigue, magnificent representation and well-written, 3D characters that are complex and relatable. You get your edgy queer men (whether you want to characterize Flint as gay or bi, doesn't change the fact that he likes dick whichever way), you get your edgy queer girls (Anne), you get your flamboyant whatever-the-fuck-Jack-Rackham-is (<3), you get sweet gays (Thomas), you get confused bisexuals (Eleanor, Silver), you get straight sweets (Miranda) and straight angery dicks (Woodes Rogers), and competent, edgy straights (Vane). Oh! A competent, master-of-the-house lesbian? Check (Max). You even have asexuals, or that is what I shall forever classify Billy as. You have a f/f sex scene in the first damn episode, ffs. You get threesomes (sexual, romantic), you get couples, you even have Silver in a brothel orgy.

But sexual representation is not ALL! You get goofy pirates (Jack Rackham), you get serious pirates (Blackbeard), you get balls of rage (Flint), you get chill, laid-back sea dogs (Gates), you get competent little weasels (Silver), you get incompetent rats (Dufrense). You also have marvelous extras and side characters (Beauclerc the marksman, Captain Fruit-Fruit, Idelle... OHMYGOD IDELLE <3333).

There's the political plot that's historically accurate, the story's plot that's Flint's big gay rage, there's the sociological context of being painted as a monster, there's the gold hunt, there are ships correctly operated by crews of more than five fucking people, there are guns, blood and realistic injuries. You get quotations and allusions to Shakespeare, Cervantes, Julius Caesar, Marcus Fucking Aurelius, a metric ton of other classical writers. You get so many tropes done right it's astonishing and too effing long to list them all here.

On top of that, there is the picturesque landscape, absolutely gorgeous ships and very accurate portrayal of how life looked back then.

We had to defend that show when it first came out, the actors had to fucking fight homophobic assholes upon the airing of season two (IMAGINE THAT), people who loved it had a hard time going around, although admittedly it's a "fandom" hard time, not a "real life" hard time. We persisted, we persevered, and now we're here, clinging to what's left of our fandom, because we are admittedly all over the place and we don't have "troops" on any one social media, which makes our numbers small in comparison to other fandoms, and makes fandom interactions very limited.

Now imagine that there aired a show... a pirate show promising a lot. And then the show turned out to be an office-type comedy with no lesbian/bi women representation (I may be wrong, but I did watch it out of curiosity, didn't see any, just guys). A show that the whole plot of is just a rendition of the Beauty and the Beast for pirate times with so many historical inaccuracies (couching your crew like a bunch of office workers? Plz. The way they speak and the concepts they talk of that weren't there? It's like they were sitting around a fire, holding hands and singing kumbaya). And don't get me wrong, there's place for those shows as well, and maybe it works for you (and great for you too!).

We tried to ignore it, really we did. We basically gave it the eyebrow-raise-huff-ignore thing that you do on the internet when you want someone to enjoy their stuff and are not interested in it yourself.

But you know what happened? Suddenly there were people on twitter tagging everyone and their dog from Black Sails with renditions of Flint/Izzy (Izzy who comes across as an extreme asshole at best and a homophobic shit at worst and you can't fault people for reading it like this). Let that sink in - our fandom babe Flint, who had his whole life ruined due to homophobia and homophobic assholes is suddenly being shipped with a guy who suspiciously fits the description a bit too much for our tastes. Wouldn't you get angry? Of course you would, we're all very protective of our babes. We are, you are, everyone is. We asked you not to do this, and while I admit that hurling curses your way might not have been the most polite way of asking you to stop, the message was clear enough. What does OFMD fandom do? They all double down. Double fucking down on fanfiction and tagging everything in BS again, pairing Flint and Izzy together, writing things way out of the realm of any possibilities because most of the writers didn't watch BS (I did read their comments on that. They weren't even sorry). If you take such character and throw him into a work of art that can and will be seen as controversial, you should at least have the decency to do your homework on the original work he comes from. Otherwise, to our eyes, you're taking the most wronged man from our beloved show, wronged due to his sexuality, and throw him together with a literal asshole just to see them fuck because they would look pretty (and that's an actual comment from one of the artists, I shit you not). Wouldn't you feel a bit angry about that? I bet you would.

What's worse, people loving Black Sails and not liking OFMD usually point out how narrow the representation is, how improbable the show is and how they're not remotely invested in the plot. It's a cheesy show for your average Sunday afternoon, don't make it into something it's not. It's not a political statement any more than Guess The Tune is.

What's more, when I've seen attempts at people pointing out the obvious flaws in plot, in logic (how many people crew that ship exactly? How is he not dead after being stabbed clean through with a sword?), all we've gotten was "Oh it's not that type of show, OBVIOUSLY", "it's just a comedy, duh" and my personal favorite "you just DON'T UNDERSTAND IT BOOMER". (I'm a late Millennial, thx). Every attempt was chucked out the window. What got me most, tho, was the high praise of OFMD IS THE FIRST SHOW TO [insert whatever queer thing it did supposedly]. No, it's not. There was even a post on twitter that debunked all those claims one by one. I get it, you're happy that you got your gay pirates, good for you. But give credit where credit's due, otherwise you're gonna piss off a lot of people. People who watched our show struggle and crawl so that your show can run today and be fine and accepted widely.

And personally, I felt disappointed watching it because of the lack of representation. Disappointed that Ed turned out to be just as rainbowy as Stede. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against rainbowy, ultra-sweet characters that are big softies. I love them. But not everyone in the lgbtq community is like that. Actually, it's the minority. There are your sweets, there are your glittery rainbows, but the majority is on the more... inconspicuous part of the scale. And there are edgy people (like myself) who don't like glitter, pink, feathers, fluff and a shitton of other things this show had in abundance. You know what made me wince while watching? When I realized that the only person who I could remotely like for the way they weren't so glittery-rainbowy-sweet was Izzy, and I hated him because he was an asshole. Even Jim got the fluffy af oranges arch. So not my (and others') cup of tea.

So yeah, our recent anger and rabidity is not based solely on one post about an insignificant poll (that you're winning only because our fandom is significantly smaller and most people are dispersed between different sites). It's all those things combined and it's the result of them.

And no, I'm not going to finish it with a "please forgive us if we seem a bit angery, we're coping". Flint wouldn't.

#black sails #rant #im not sorry #flint vs stede #silver vs oluwande #ofmd #the only time im using that tag #were angry and heres why

[i-am-baechu]

Chapter Two

Wishes (M) (Season One) 

Summary: After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? 

Genre: Gang au!, college au!,  strangers to enemies (one-sided), strangers to lovers, slow burn, friendships, romance, angst,  little comedy, and smut

Main pairing: Gang leader! Min Yoongi x Pianist! Reader 

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, gangs, violence, smoking cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol usage 

Warnings for this chapter: Murder

⇜ Masterlist ⇝

L/N Y/N loved the morning sky. It was a pretty color palette and she sometimes wished that she had the colors archived when she painted. The mornings reminded her of new beginnings like the stories her dad used to tell her when she was younger, hopeful. She continued to stare outside her window with a soft smile until the door opened. She slowly turned her head and smiled when she saw her maid, Sua. 

“Good morning, Sua. Did you sleep well?” 

Sua set the tray on her table and gave her a smile, “Yes I did. It was rather warm last night.” 

“It was but at least it wasn’t cold. Dad hates the cold.” 

Sua let out a small laugh as she poured the tea into her cup, “Which means you hate it as well?” 

“Yes. Are you going to eat with me?” 

“Sadly not today. I have to tend to your mother, she needs help with the party coming up.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, “I hate those parties. Mom always tries to set me up with someone.” 

“I’m sure she means well, Y/N.” 

“I know she does but I don’t like those people.”

“And what do you like?” 

Y/N glanced down at the cup and then back at Sua, “I’m not sure.” 

“I’m sure you will figure it out. I’ll see you after classes.” 

“Bye Sua.” 

She watched Sua leave and she was left alone in her room. Y/N is the only child of William and Arabella Lynn L/N. Two powerful Ceos in business and devoted parents. They loved Y/N with their whole hearts but they could be overprotective at times. They would invest in anything Y/N was interested in. When she was five, she was interested in coloring, so they built her a wing where she could learn how to paint. When she was seven, she was interested in music and dance, so they signed her up with the best teachers. That’s how she became the number one pianist in her division. Being twenty-two, she accomplished a lot. 

She loved her parents but she didn’t want to rely on them forever. When she turned eighteen she started working in a restaurant, her parents disagreed with this but she continued. She also got a side job as data analytics for a bank, something her parents didn’t know about (if they did, they would probably have a heart attack). Everyone at her school thought she was weird for wanting to work when she had the richest parents in the school, they wouldn’t understand. She finished her tea and glanced outside with a smile, the sun looked pretty today. 

She changed into her uniform putting her hair in a ponytail. She headed downstairs to see her parents sitting on their couch watching the news. She smiled at them and gently waved at them, “Good morning.” 

Her dad looked over and smiled at her, “My flower, did you sleep well?”

“I did, why aren’t you at work?” 

Her mom let out a small laugh and kissed her dad’s cheek, “We wanted to go in late, breakfast date.”

“That sounds fun, I’ll be heading to school.” 

“Be safe!” 

“I will!” 

She walked on the paveway, saying good morning to all the gardeners and the other workers. They loved working for the L/N family, they treated them so kindly and sometimes they don’t even feel like workers. She went through the gate and went towards the camera to give one final goodbye to her staff and parents. 

School was a weird subject to her. She had friends and all the teachers loved her but she still felt like an outcast. She didn’t know how to explain it. No one bullied her but she did know people talked about her, it was something she couldn’t stop. It was just human nature. Her best friend, Nam Dawon, was the same as her. Both parents are powerful Ceos but never let their titles get to her head. She was more on the quiet side, which is why they get along so well. Y/N was more outgoing and “troublesome” (that’s what Dawon called her). 

She walked through the gates and ran towards Dawon with a wide smile, “Good morning~.” 

Dawon smiled at her and wiped her hands on her skirt, “Good morning, you're late by the way.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, “The bell didn’t ring so, we're fine.” 

“That’s not the point...how was your piano practice yesterday?” 

The two girls walked inside the building as the chatter from everyone filled her head. She looked at Dawon with a small smirk, “It was...fun.” 

“Fun? How so?” 

“I guess the better word would be unpredictable.” 

“Y/N, just tell me.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head. She wrapped her arm around Dawon’s, “There was a guy...he was interesting.”

“Really? What was he like?” 

“Unpredictable...” And that scares me but it intrigues me...annoying really. 

They walked up the stairs but were stopped when Choi Jessica looked at them with wide eyes and panting, “Did you guys hear?” 

Y/N glanced at Dawon and back at Jessica with a confused look, “No?”

“There was another murder by Heliotropes.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened and looked at Dawon, “Joo Won didn’t tell me anything...I was just there last night.” 

“He doesn’t always tell you everything, Y/N. Do you think it has something to do with gangs?”

Jessica gasped at this and hugged herself, “Gangs? Those low lives only want to cause more misery because they think it’s fun. All of them should be in jail.”

Y/N's mouth formed a straight line and glanced at Dawon, “We should get to class…”

Dawon nodded her head and gave Jessica a small smile, “Bye.”

The two walked off before she could say anything more. There have been more deaths happening but this time it was different. It was at a place she frequently visited. She had to call Joo Won to make sure everything was okay or at least hear him lie that it was okay. Anything to decipher murder in some way.

When they entered the classroom, everyone was talking about the murder. It wasn’t uncommon to hear people talk about gang violence but having it near the school was new. It was an uneasy feeling. Class went by slowly and the only thing that was on Y/N’s mind was figuring out Yoongi (she didn’t want to think about the murder anymore). It’s been a couple of days since she saw him well, it’s been a couple of days since she went to the music hall. She’s been busy with her mother’s upcoming party to play the piano but today she wanted to go. A small part of her wanted to see Yoongi but another part of her didn’t really care. In all honesty, she was indifferent toward the cold smoker. He didn’t annoy nor did he make her happy, he was just there. 

As she gathered her things, she quickly made her way out of the school. Waving toward Dawon and other classmates before entering the community college campus. No one paid attention to her and she liked that. She looked around the busy campus and saw everyone talking to each other, it didn’t feel like there was pressure. 

She opened the music hall doors and smiled when she saw it empty. She quickly made her way down to the instrument with a soft smile. She gently touched the dark wood and opened it, revealing the ebony keys to her. She barely touched the keys before she sat on the stool. Her black skirt covered her thighs as placed the headphones in her ears. Her fingers started playing on their own. She wasn’t sure what the melody was but she liked it. 

She was focused but she wasn’t that focused because the smell of smoke hit her nose. She stopped playing and turned around to see a new (handsome) face. She gave him a small smile, “Do you want to play?” 

The guy let out a puff of smoke and shook his head, “No, I was just curious. The melody, it’s missing something.” 

She glanced at the keys and then back at him with her head tilted, “What do you think is missing?” 

“Happiness? It just sounds Melancholy.” 

“Really? I thought it sounded...happy.”

The guy let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “If that’s happiness to you then I would be scared to hear your version of sadness.” 

“People have their own definitions of the words, it’s not always black and white.” 

“Then maybe you should learn what happiness is.”

She gave him a small glare and turned her back to him, “I think you should be kinder to strangers. You can’t just assume things.” 

“Your piano playing tells me otherwise. Bye, Y/N.”

Her eyes widened at this and turned back to the stranger, “How do you know my name?”

“You capture someone’s attention. I wanted to see for myself.”

She scoffed at this and stood up from the stool to glare at him, “Who the hell is this someone?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“That’s why I asked. Who is this someone?” 

“He’s right, you're feisty.”

“I’ll show you feisty-”

“Taehyung, what the hell are you doing here?” She turned her head at the new (familiar) voice. Yoongi stood there with his black leather jacket being highlighted under the lights and his long black hair framing his face perfectly. She scoffed and looked between “Taehyung” and Yoongi, “Should’ve known.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow at this as he made his way towards “Taehyung”, “Known what Bambi?” 

She went back to the piano with her back towards them, “That you know each other. Tyrants know each other.” 

“The fuck is she talking about?” 

“She's calling us tyrants because we smoke in the music hall. Keep up. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” 

She heard footsteps and she smiled to herself. With the door closing, she started to play the piano but this time without her headphones. She continued to play until she felt a presence next to her. She looked up as her fingers continued playing, “Can I help you?” 

“I want to play.” 

“Well, I’m playing right now-”

“I want to play with you.”

She stopped playing and looked at Yoongi with a raised eyebrow, “You want to play with me at the same time?” 

“That’s what I said. Unless you think your better than-”

“I never said that so don’t put words into my mouth. Sit.” 

She moved a bit and ignored the scoffing. When he sat next to her she glanced at him, “What do you want to play?” 

“Don’t you usually compose your own music?” 

“I do but that wouldn’t be fair for me to do that to you. I can’t expect someone to follow me when they don’t even know my next move. It’s not fair.”

He nodded his head and looked down at the keys, “We can do Mozart.” 

“I don’t have a problem with that...Why did you want to play with me? You don’t seem the type.”

He scoffed and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “What does that mean?”

“Your vibe just tells me you want to do things your way. That’s all. Not bad.” 

Nothing was said after that because Yoongi started playing without her. She rolled her eyes and started to follow. It was clear to her that Yoongi was a trained pianist. She was kind of shocked that he was playing with ease. The two continued to play and she glanced at his face to see his eyebrows furrowed. He was concentrating hard on the keys. When the song ended, she clapped her hands together, “That was fun.” 

“You kept up.” 

“You didn’t think I would?” 

“No, but you were shocked that I kept up.” 

She glanced at him and nodded her head, “I would be lying if I said no. Obviously, you play piano but I didn’t know the skill level. Did you ever go to school for it?” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes and took out a cigarette, “I didn’t have time for that. I just learned whenever I had the time.”

“You're very talented.”

“I know.” 

She let out a small laugh when she felt her phone buzz in her skirt pocket. She took her phone out and saw her mom was calling her. She sighed and looked at Yoongi, “I have to go.”

“Let me walk you.”

She shook her head and glanced at the cigarette, “No because you're going to smoke. I don’t want to smell like smoke.” 

He rolled his eyes and placed his cigarette back into the box, “Is that okay, Bambi?” 

“Yes...are you really going to walk me?” 

“Yes.” 

She let out a small sigh and decided not to argue with him. She picked up her backpack and glanced at him, “Can I stop by a store?” 

“You're not a prisoner.” 

“I beg to differ.” 

The two left the music hall and she felt eyes on her. It was probably because of Yoongi. She overheard people talk about Yoongi and it seems like he's a loner. He had a set friend group and he didn’t bother to change it until now. She wondered why he was talking to her, she didn’t mind it but it did give her second thoughts on his intentions. She walked into a liquor store as Yoongi followed her closely. She went towards the drinks and turned towards him, “Are you going to pick a drink?” 

“Why would I?”

“Because I want you to have a drink?” 

He glanced at the drinks and then back at her, “So the rich girl is going to pay for me.” 

She scoffed at this and picked up her tea, “Don’t call me that. You know I have a name.” 

“Fine, Bambi.” He opened another section and took whiskey out of the cold. She glanced at the drink and then at him with a raised eyebrow, “You getting whiskey? It’s only four in the afternoon.” 

“Bambi you said pick a drink, you never said I couldn’t get alcohol.” 

“I guess...” 

She walked towards the cashier and went to take out her wallet. She stopped when the cashier looked at her with a nervous look, “You don’t have to pay.” 

She furrowed her eyebrows at this and tilted her head, “I have alcohol...you need to see my ID..”

She watched the cashier glance at Yoongi and then back at her with a nervous look, “It’s covered. Don’t worry.” 

She looked at Yoongi with a confused look, “Is this-”

“It’s fine, Y/N. Let’s go.”

She nodded her head but before she left, she took out 50,000 KRW and slid it to him. She gave him a small smile and bowed her head at him, “Have a good day.”

Yoongi grabbed her wrist and left the store without saying anything. They went to a bench and she sat down next to him. She watched him take a drink and she tilted her head at him. He glanced at her and looked at her drink, “You like lemon tea?” 

“I do. You like whiskey.” 

He let out a small chuckle and nodded his head, “I do. Want a drink?” 

“Sure.” She took the bottle and took a small sip of the dark liquid. She frowned at it and gave it back to him, “It’s not bad but it’s not good.” 

“Do you drink alcohol?” 

“Sometimes. It’s not a common thing in my day-to-day life.”

“What do you drink then, Bambi?” 

She rolled her eyes and let a small smirk appear, “I like tequila...wine...nothing else comes to mind.” That was a lie. She would drink almost anything at the parties that her mother threw. Anything to distract her from the men there. 

“Interesting. Don’t you have to get going?” 

“I do...but I can stay a little longer.” 

He took another sip and raised his eyebrow at her, “You don’t follow orders, do you?”

“I already told my mom I was finishing off my piece. She understands.” He leaned back into the bench and she followed his lead. She opened her tea and took a small sip. She felt his eyes on her and she glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, “You look like you have a question.” 

“What are you majoring in?” 

“Music and programming.” 

He nodded his head and looked her up and down, “Smart.”

“What about you, Yoongi?” 

“Business.” 

She smiled at this and nodded her head, “I can see you as a Ceo.” 

“Why is that, Bambi?” 

“You just have this aura for it.” 

“I hope that’s a good thing.” 

“It is, don’t worry.”

They both stared at each other and she looked into his dark eyes. Normally you would see something from a person rather it be happy or sad but she couldn’t tell with him. His eyes were a mystery to her but she knew some mysteries were left unsolved. She was the one that broke the stare and stood up to throw her can away. She glanced over her shoulders and looked at him, “Are you ready?” 

“I am, Bambi.” 

The two walked in silence but it made Y/N think more. If Yoongi was an outcast at his school, why was he interacting with her? He was weird and she didn’t know if he was a good weird or a bad weird yet. He was just weird to her for now. They stopped in front of her gate and she turned towards him, “Thank you...again.” 

“I wouldn’t want you to walk alone at night. It’s dangerous.” 

“I think everyone knows that...I’m assuming you heard about the murder.” 

He let out a deep sigh and looked away from her, “I did...” 

She nodded her head and pushed the button to go in, “I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Yeah, Bambi.” 

She gave him a small wave and walked through her gates. As she made her through her garden she felt his eyes on her. She stopped herself from looking at him and shook her head to continue looking forward. There was something about Yoongi but she just couldn’t figure it out...she also didn’t know if she wanted to figure it out. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Oppa?” Y/N pushed the door slowly and looked around the empty restaurant with a frown. It was quiet and that was strange. It was a Saturday afternoon meaning the restaurant should be loud with plates clattering and the talks of someone's ex-boyfriend echoing in the room. Something was wrong. Y/N placed her bags on a table and walked towards the stairs to Joo Won’s apartment. With each step she took, the wood would cry in agony and it wasn’t comforting her. She gently knocked on the door, “Oppa?” 

The door opened and she was looking in familiar dark brown eyes, “Yoongi? What are you doing here?” 

“Bambi? What are you doing here?” 

She tried looking past Yoongi’s shoulder but he blocked her view with the door. She looked at him with a confused look, “I’m here to see oppa...now answer my question, what are you doing here?” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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Broken Prism

Chapter 9

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warning: violence as always

Summary: Bruce Wayne contacts YN and Jason finally meets Robin

You hadn’t gotten back to your apartment until nearly 3AM and you worried your roommates had stayed up the whole time waiting for you. You were sure the news had been broadcasting about the attack and they knew you were there. You tried to be quiet, sliding open the door and locking it without making a sound. You tiptoed around the creaky floorboards and let out a sigh of relief to see the two of them Jocleyn and Aura, sleeping on the couch, news still on. You smiled, feeling touched they cared so much, but also glad you didn’t have to answer any questions yet, you were exhausted and just wanted rest. You put a throw blanket over them and went in your room, locking the door and falling into bed, not even bothering changing, before you were asleep.

You slept through your alarm and didn’t care, what you did care about was the incessant beeping you heard from your phone only an hour later. Grabbing it, you sat up yawning and checked the message that was offending you. It was from an Unknown number and just said: Get to the house NOW – B. You groaned, what the hell could Bruce want with you? You had given your statement to the cops, pretended that you knew none of the vigilantes just like a good secret keeper and had gone home, why was he texting you? You listened for a few minutes, not hearing anyone roaming the other rooms and assumed they had gone to work. Good, you could delay the questioning again. You slid out of bed and headed to shower, taking stock of the scratches and bruises that dotted your body from last night’s events. You realized it could have been a lot worse if you didn’t have Jason looking out for you. The thought of his name stopped you in your tracks. Jason, Robin’s…Red Hood’s name was Jason, it felt perfect. As you stood under the hot water you pictured his face in your mind, repeating his name over and over and, not for the first time, wondering what else that armor hid. Now that you knew his face and name it seemed like you only wanted more, you wanted to find every scar and hear its story, listen to his voice for hours, explore every inch of him. You took a breath, turning the water too cold for a minute before climbing out and drying off. You needed to go to Wayne manor and then get some work down in the Diamond District, and then maybe you would just stay in tonight. You were a little tired of being a hostage.

You rang the bell at the gate and were let in, trudging up the driveway. You still had no idea what Bruce wanted, and you were even more surprised when he answered the front door, looking pissed off. He yanked you in, hand vice like on your arm, slamming the door before slamming you into the wall, his other hand taking hold of your throat, squeezing enough that you knew it would leave a mark. For the first time since you’d met him you could see why people feared the Batman, he looked terrifying when he was enraged, eyes full of fire and lightening.

“How long have you known?” he demanded, squeezing your throat harder. You heard a crash from nearby but couldn’t turn your head. Suddenly Bruce was pushed across the hall and Dick was in front of you, looking you over for a moment before looking at Bruce.

“What in the hell is going on?” he demanded. You sucked in air as fast as you could, getting lightheaded. “Come on YN, let’s go sit down. Bruce, stay here for a minute and calm down.” You weren’t sure you would have taken that tone with Batman at the moment. Dick led you into the parlor and sat you down on the couch, sitting next to you. A long few minutes passed before Bruce came in and by that time your fear had turned to a righteous anger. As soon as he sat down in his throne chair you flew over the coffee table, finally punching Batman in the face. He reeled from surprised and then glared, standing and knocking the chair over.

“What in the fuck Bruce?” you yelled, already about to throw another punch your own safety be damned when Dick grabbed your arm and pulled you to sit again.

“Ok you both are feisty today; anyone want to explain why?” Dick asked as Bruce righted his chair and sat again.

“How long have you known Jason was the Red Hood?” Bruce asked. You narrowed your eyes and Dick turned to stare at you. He must have no idea that you knew about any of their alter egos. You swallowed hard; confusion clear on your face. Bruce put the DNA report on the table in front of you. You looked at it.

“Where did you get his blood?” you asked, suddenly afraid that Batman had hurt him after the Gala.

“One of the attackers had a knife, cut him, I took the knife and ran the sample thinking I would find someone else; never did I expect…” Bruce trailed off, head in his hands.

“Explain to me what is going on,” Dick said, voice deadly calm. You looked at him and say a storm in his blue eyes also. You sat up a little straighter.

“I’ve known Jason was alive for around seven years,” you started. Both of them turned to stare at you. “As well, you know Bruce, the day you saved me at school I started seeing color, knew that who I knew only as Robin at the time was my soulmate…”

“You’re his…” Dick started but Bruce held up a hand and he closed his mouth.

“Yes, his soulmate. Anyway, then a year later everything went back to being gray again, until about another year after that, woke up one day, Wednesday I think, and it was all colorful again. It was so confusing; I knew I didn’t meet anyone in my sleep so this could only mean that Robin was somehow alive again. And unlike the first time I met him, I wasn’t letting him get away with not at least talking to me. That’s how I started finding things in the city, getting information. I knew I had to find Batman and that might give me a lead on Robin. At the time I thought he would just come back to Gotham and find you but clearly, he didn’t,” you explained. Bruce mulled everything over.

“When did you know he was the Red Hood?” he asked. You knew that even though smoke was filling the room that Bruce probably saw Jason pull you out of the fight, the only person he intentionally saved, as good a sign as any that there was something personal between the two of you. You sighed, hating the feeling like you were giving him up but honestly, you were a bit afraid that Bruce might put you in the hospital if you didn’t talk.

“I didn’t realize he was Red Hood until he followed me after I stole your new McLaren. I was leaving it in the lot, going to get an Uber when he landed in front of me and almost knocked me over. I looked at him and he bolted without a word, and I didn’t understand why, until you came to my apartment and started questioning me, you didn’t know that Jason was alive again and that got me thinking about Red Hood and I put the pieces together,” you finished. You took a deep breath and somehow felt more tired now than before.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bruce asked. You glared at him.

“Why would I tell you? Why would I think you would care?” you said, venom in every word. Bruce looked taken aback, even hurt by your statements. “You replaced him, not only that you let the fucker who killed him live. Joker is out and about again, killing more people because of your inability to just put him down.”

“We can’t kill him, we can’t kill anyone, that would be a step too far,” Dick said. You rounded on him.

“I’m not saying kill all of them just that one. And if either of you had any actual morality you would do it and then never kill again, that is possible,” you said. “Can I leave?” Bruce shook his head.

“I don’t think you should go anywhere; I think you should stay here. With your recent run-ins with Two-Face and Black Mask, and the rumblings we’ve heard from some of Penguins people you clearly are a target. You can stay here, and we will keep you safe,” Bruce offered. You shook your head.

“If I stayed here that wouldn’t mean he’d come looking for me,” you said, seeing through why Bruce was making this generous offer. “And why would I trust you to protect me? You didn’t save me from Black Mask or Two-Face, Jason did. I’ll take my chances out there.” Bruce looked defeated and once again so tired. You almost felt bad for him, but not nearly as bad as you felt for Dick, who looked torn.

“Let me take you home at least,” Dick offered. You sighed.

“I need a ride to the Bowery, you could take me there,” you offered. Dick nodded and led you to a garage, selecting a Mercedes and opening the door for you. You climbed in and he waited until you were away from the manor before speaking.

“I wanted to kill Joker you know,” he said quietly. You looked over at him and nodded.

“You want Bruce to be proud of you, so you didn’t,” you said. “I don’t blame you for that, I can understand that. This whole thing is on him. I think you have to kind of realize that the difference between you and Bruce is you’re a good man who is doing good things and he’s a bad man desperately trying to be good.” Dick looked like he wanted to argue but chose not to.

“Have you gotten to talk to him…Jason?” he asked finally. You shook your head.

“Not really, he showed me his face once. Was like pulling teeth to get a name from him, had to get kidnapped twice for it,” you said with a laugh. Dick chuckled a little as he pulled up to where you asked him. It was a pawn shop that you needed to check for a specific piece of jewelry. “Thank you, Dick.”

“If you see him again, can you tell him that I miss him?” he asked. You looked at him, putting a comforting hand on his. You were going to say something else when he sprayed something in your face and you felt sleep take you.

Jason stood on the roof of an old rec center watching as Two-Face brought in a truck full of biohazard waste he planned on dumping into the water supply of the area. It was a stupid plan to draw out Batman or even him, force a confrontation, but they didn’t seem to realize he was already watching. He waited until they parked and were signing off on the cargo before jumping down and climbing into the truck. He took off, leaving the delivery guys behind. He had a boat waiting at the dock to take the waste to be disposed of properly. Sometimes he could be an environmentalist. He was just leaving the boat, jumping from storage container to container towards his stowed bike when he was tackled to the ground. He rolled, pulling his guns and aiming for the offender, Robin. He could feel the rage sinking in and had to really pull back before he shot the kid. Because he was just a kid, maybe seventeen and Jason didn’t kill kids.

“What are you doing here Robin?” he asked, modulator hiding how bitter he sounded. Robin pulled out a batarang and stood ready.

“Trying to stop a madman,” he answered. Jason winced, he even sounded young, was Jason ever this young? He didn’t react, his body language staying casual.

“Well Joker isn’t here if you’re looking for a madman,” he joked, putting away his guns. Robin looked surprised, standing straighter. “What? I don’t kill kids and you’ve barely hit puberty.” He took a step towards Robin, batarang zooming past his head. Well then, clearly, he had touched a nerve. “How’s it being number three? Does Batman know you’re here or are you trying to prove something to the old man?” He could see Robin’s breathing increase; he was taking the bait. Jason wanted to be the shit out of this kid, let him see that he was better.

“Shut up,” Robin snapped, taking a running leap. Jason deflected the kick, turning to face where he knocked the boy. Robin recovered easily, coming back to throw a punch that Jason sidestepped. In his anger Robin had overswung, taking him off balance. Jason snapped down with a well-placed elbow on his back, knocking the boy down hard enough to knock the wind from him.

“Control that anger, don’t want to do that when you’re fighting Bane,” Jason said, landing a kick to the kid’s side, sending him sliding a few feet. Robin coughed but jumped up, ready to go again. “Resilience, ya, that makes sense. You don’t give up do you kid?” Robin sneered at him.

“We know who you are,” he said. Jason cocked his head to the side. “We know you’re the other Robin.” He froze. How did they? The knife. He was cut last night at the gala. Good ole’ Bruce and his DNA samples.

“O really? Well how is it meeting the best version?” he snarked, trying to recover. Robin came back in, ignoring his taunt, and tried to fake him out, punch half thrown before he switched and tried to sweep his leg. Jason moved, knee coming up to land on Robin’s chin, sending the kid flying back. He pulled his gun, tired of this fight. Robin stopped when he came face to face with it.

“You don’t kill kids,” Robin said. Jason nodded.

“I don’t, but I could still take out a kneecap, watch you be Robin after that” he said. “Now, its so nice to meet my replacement and finally watch you get the pummeling you needed to see that you’re as good as me, but I have to be going, got plans.” He grappled away but not before hearing Robin yell:

“Your girlfriend’s staying at the manor!” Jason almost missed the nearby roof. YN was what? He started sprinting, needing to see if this was true.

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Howdy, I saw you were taking smutty prompts so I had to hop in and beg for prompts 9,11,19 with ya boy Joel miller

OR👀

Prompts 8,21 for the reader while Joel goes to town with them

Your smut has got me clawing and chewing the drywall, you’re such an amazing writer darlin, thank you for all you do for us 🥺💕

Hello there! Thank you for the request! And omg thank you for the compliment! You’re welcome! I love writing for y’all.

Encouragement

Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 2.2k

Joel: 9, 11, 19

9. “You take me so well.”

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

19. “You are doing so well.”

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Reader: 8, 21

8. “I can take it.”

21. “Don’t hold back.”

A/N: Well, sweet baby Jesus this is gonna be hot. I’m giving you all the numbers because as the girl in the taco commercial says, “¿porque no los dos?” Yknow? Anyways. Enjoy. 😏 (set in the town of Jackson, you and Joel and Ellie all live together and Ellie is out with friends tonight, leaving you and Joel alone to fool around)

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The second the front door shut with Ellie on the other side, Joel’s hands were on you.

You’d been sitting on the couch when Ellie left, Joel next to you as one of his hands moves to squeeze your thigh. You smirk at him, knowing.

He leans in to kiss you, lips just slightly parted. You kiss back in earnest, one hand going to rest on his chest. He’s musky and smells a little like whiskey, the drink you’d been sharing with him tonight.

His hand moves up your thigh, over your stomach and up to your breast, squeezing and kneading, pinching your nipple through the fabric of your shirt and bra. You gasped softly as you kept kissing him, thighs squeezing together.

He already had you turned on as his lips moved over your jaw and down to your neck. You moan softly and your throat vibrates against his lips as he kisses you there.

“Let’s go to bed, darlin’.” Joel hums into your collarbone.

“Yeah.” You agree with a smile. He stands and grabs your hand, leading you to your shared room.

You and Joel have been together, “official”, for almost a year now. You’d come to Jackson, alone, a few years ago. They didn’t consider you a threat when you stumbled upon the gates of their town, let you in, but watched you for awhile. When they determined you were as loyal and trustworthy as you sold yourself to be, you started making friends.

When Joel and Ellie first arrived, they stuck to themselves for the most part, only stayed one night. All you knew was that Joel was Tommy’s brother. And was in charge of some important kid? You’re weren’t sure why at the time, but you know now. Ellie is special.

When Joel and Ellie came back months later, you had the chance to meet them after they’d settled in for a couple days. You and Joel clicked immediately. Hit it right off.

He pretended he didn’t like you for a few weeks, you doing the same, until one night he kissed you after you’d shared some wine with him at your place.

Feels like a long time ago now, the first time you kissed Joel. But you loved him now. You moved in with him and Ellie just a couple months ago, and things with the three of you had fallen into a domestic routine.

You trusted Joel with everything in you. You know what he’s done. Whether it was for himself or for Ellie, he’s done some bad shit. But he owned up to it and swears that life was left behind when he came back to Jackson. You believed him.

So here you two are now, the bedroom door shutting behind you while you climb onto the bed, Joel close behind.

You lay back and make space for him between your legs. He crawls up between them and kisses you, almost hard enough to bruise.

Joel was a rough lover. He could be soft when he wanted to, when he was taking his time with you or trying to make you feel better on your bad days. But you loved the urgent, needy, almost sadistic side of him.

He didn’t particularly enjoy causing you pain. But you enjoyed the pain/pleasure mix, and that’s what got him going; knowing you were getting off on something he was doing to you.

Joel sits up momentarily to unbutton his flannel and toss it aside before he’s pulling at your shirt, nearly ripping your bra off of you.

All the while, you’re letting out little moans, getting wetter with each touch of his.

“Louder. Let me hear you.” He demands, soon working on your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear.

“Fuck, Joel. I’m so fucking wet already.” You whine for him, looking down at your soaked panties before he throws them on the floor.

He stands quickly, pulling his pants and underwear down, his thick cock springing free from his boxers, making your mouth water. You drink in the sight of his body, biting your lip. Then he’s on you again.

Joel comes up between your legs, settling on his elbows. He’s close enough that you can feel his breath on your hot cunt.

“Joel, baby, I need you.” You look down at him.

“You’ll get plenty.” He looks up at you with dark eyes and you know tonight he was going to have high expectations.

“I can take it.” You smirk.

“Bet you can.” He grins before leaning down to drag his tongue through your folds.

“Jesus-“ your hips buck up before Joel grabs them and forces them down against the bed with his extreme strength.

You whimper at it, the way his fingers bruise your hip bones. He’s holding you in place as he looks up at you, keeping eye contact while his mouth attaches to your clit. He starts to suck and lick slow circles around it.

“Fuck, yeah.” You gasp, gripping the sheets beneath you. That was a rule he’d put in place early with sex, no touching unless he gave you specific permission each time.

You know it’s not that he didn’t love when you touched him, but it gave him more power, and he was drunk with it. He takes your clit gently between his teeth, the feeling barely there, just enough to get you to make noise for him.

“Shit.” You curse, letting out a whimper when he pressed his tongue flat against you and wiggled it back and forth.

He loved when you were loud. When you had the house to yourselves and he could make you moan something obscene. He suddenly pushes two thick fingers into you and your toes curl, back arching as you gasp.

“Atta girl. Tell me how much you like it.” He growls against your pussy before lapping at your clit some more.

“Fff- fucking love it, Joel. Love you so much, love your fucking mouth.” You spit out the filthy words between breaths.

“Mhm.” He hums against your sensitive bud, sucking on it once more as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

“Ohh-“ you roll your hips down against his fingers as they find the special spot inside you. “Gonna cum, baby.”

He nods, still suckling at your pearl as he did so. He starts to finger fuck you faster, scissoring you open, and you see stars.

Your brows knit together and your jaw drops open as you cum, sobbing moans for him. “Joel-! Oh, fuck, yeah. Fuck, baby.”

He continues to work on you, not letting up with his mouth or fingers as your orgasm rocks through you.

You’re starting to come down but he doesn’t stop and actually pushes a third finger into you.

“J- Joel, wait, I’m so-“ you breathe, cunt tingling.

He pulls off your clit for a moment. “You know our safe word.” He says quickly before putting his mouth on you again.

It’s true, you did know your safe word. And you didn’t truly want to use it, your head was just still spinning from your first orgasm and you know he wants to bring you a quick second.

The heat in your stomach starts to build again as Joel keeps going, your pussy clenching around his fingers as you get closer. It was amazing how quickly he could bring you to orgasm after the first one.

You want to touch him, want to pull his hair, feel his stubble under your fingertips. But you knew he loved his control, so you kept your hands fisting in the sheets at your sides. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous like this.

“Nngh… gonna- oh, yeah, c- cum…” you stutter out, clit so sensitive and swollen it was starting to hurt. But, fuck, it hurt in the best way.

Your cunt squeezes as you release around his fingers, having a hard time keeping from convulsing under him. He finally takes his mouth off of you before pulling his fingers out.

He moves up the bed and brings his wet fingers to your mouth. You look at him for a split second.

“Y’know what to do.” He nods and you open your mouth, taking his three wet fingers into it and sucking.

“You are doing so well, honey.” He grins at you.

You moan softly and clean his fingers off before he pulls them from your mouth. He gets up off the bed and points to the floor space in front of his feet.

You get up, immediately knowing what he wants. You walk around the bed and get on your knees in front of him, looking up through your lashes.

He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it rather hard, making your eyes roll back in your head as you whimper. “Gonna fuck your mouth. Then I’ll fuck your little pussy, okay?” He speaks in a low, gravelly voice. “Look at me.”

You open your eyes quickly and look up at him once more, only able to nod slightly with the way he’s holding your hair.

“Don’t hold back.” You tell him. He smiles evilly.

You keep your eyes on him as your mouth opens and he slowly slides into the heat of it. You suck on him lightly at first as his thrusts are slow. But as he starts to speed up, you suck harder, maintaining eye contact with him as best as you could.

He was thrusting into your mouth, the head of his dick hitting your throat with each push in. You were starting to gag each time, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose and stay focused.

“Yeah, oh fuck, Y/n. Mouth was made to suck my cock.” He groans as he fucks your throat.

Tears are forming in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. When they finally do, he reaches down to wipe at them with his hand that’s not in your hair. “Don’t cry. Doin’ so good for me.” He smiles at you.

You hum around his cock in response and his eyes close for a second, his cock twitching. He slows down, you know he’s laser focused on not cumming in your mouth this time, no matter how good it feels. He wants to cum inside your cunt tonight, an activity you usually saved for special occasions. Having the house to yourself for the first time in weeks? That felt special enough.

He pulls on your hair so that his cock falls out of your mouth, leaving a string of spit and precum dripping down your chin. You don’t wipe at it, you know he likes when you’re messy.

“Get up here.” He motions to the bed and you move quickly, standing and then crawling onto the bed, laying on your back.

“Need you, Joel.” You whine up at him as he gets onto the bed on his knees, between your thighs.

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t have to beg for it tonight.” He smiles as he kisses you, lining up his hardness with your entrance.

Your cunt tingled with even the lightest touch, having cum so hard, twice, not very long ago. Your chest was heaving as he eyed it, moving down to take a nipple into his mouth as he slams into your tight hole.

“Joel!” You gasp, hands jumping up like you’re going to touch him before you put them back down, remembering.

“You can touch.” He gives you permission and then your legs wrap around his waist, arms going around his shoulders, nails digging into his back.

He starts thrusting, not slow either. He was grunting as he fucked you into the mattress, making you cry out in pleasure. “You take me so well.” He breathes.

The stretch only hurt a little, just enough to keep things interesting. It was something you’d never get tired of, Joel inside of you.

You clawed at his back as he sucked on your nipple and fucking you into oblivion. He then takes your nipple between his teeth and tugs a little.

“Oh, yeahyeahyeah- fuck.” You groan for him, loud enough you’re scared the neighbors may have heard. Whatever.

“Can I- can I cum again?” You whine the question to him.

“Not. Yet.” He emphasizes each word with a thrust into your swollen pussy.

You sob as he moves to work on your other nipple, making it harden, pulling on it with his teeth.

His hips stutter as he leans up to kiss you, biting your bottom lip gently before pulling back. “You ready, baby?” He coos.

“Yes. Please, Joel. Baby, I need-“ you start.

“Shhh… alright, I’ve got you.” He shushes you to calm you before reaching down and playing with your clit. “Cum for me. Cum now.”

It only takes another second and a half for your eyes to roll back in your head as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks.

“JOEL!” You scream to the ceiling, pussy throbbing and pulsing, toes curling, chest heaving.

All of this just eggs him on and he cums right after you. “Fuuuck… such- such a good girl for me. Nngh…” He presses his forehead to yours as he continues thrusting into you.

Both of you begin to calm down and Joel pulls out before laying down next to you. He reaches over the side of the bed for his discarded underwear and uses it to wipe up between your legs. You’d shower later.

You cuddle up to Joel, burying your face in his neck. “Love you.” You whisper.

You feel him smile. “Love you too.”

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✨FrankenWIP game✨

@hotluncheddie tagged me, wooo!

Rules:

post 3-6 sentences of your most recent WIP's, with titles, and people can send you asks for more 3-6 sentence snippets! tag as many people as you want or just use this as a reason to add a few new sentences to your projects!

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(snippets under the cut)

fool

And then the idiot had shocked them all by standing his ground, contributing to the unintentionally well-timed four-front blitz on Vecna and probably directly saving Dustin’s life from the bats.  Steve never would have expected to take it so hard, but being shoved against a wall one day and that “big boy” another had really weaseled their way into his head. So after the doctors clear Eddie to go home, Steve offers his because the guy no longer has one. Wayne moves in too, and for a while it feels like having family around again.  Kinda stops being strictly family when Eddie kisses him on the couch one night during an impromptu Star Wars marathon, but, yeah. Eddie’s shit starts gradually migrating up into Steve’s room until, a month or two later, he’s basically all moved in.

love spell, epilogue

It had been nearly a year since Starcourt, and Steve had forgotten. Maybe remembered in little moments when Eddie called him big boy in the RV or brought him lunch at Family Video that time, but those had just been glimmers. Pale reflected light, like the moon barely peeking through cloud cover, nothing like the real thing.  He remembers when Eddie is feeding him his chocolate pudding from a hospital bed; he apologizes after realizing he’d finished it off, but the words are hollow because he feels like he’s finally found sunshine again.  Steve remembers what he likes and how much, and it opens floodgates that he doesn’t even want to try to close.  And he doesn’t know how to bring it up.

not dating 2

“Steve, can you talk to me? You’re kind of freaking me out.” He glances at her, then drags his hands down his face and throws himself down onto her mostly-made bed with a muffled scream into the nearest pillow. Which is probably as close to a ‘Okay, just give me another minute and I’ll tell you everything Robs’ as she’s going to get. So she sits cross-legged on the bed next to him, passes him one of her childhood teddy bears because he likes soft things when he’s upset, and waits.  After a while, he lifts his head, says, “Eddie,” and drops his face back down.

ravening

Before the Upside Down, Steve’s bad dreams had often been about trying to find someone. His parents, but he didn’t know where they were or if they were even in town. Tommy and Carol, but he’d forgotten their addresses or phone numbers, or he just plain got lost in neighborhoods he’d known his entire life. Nancy, but she was studying in the school library which suddenly became a labyrinth. Sometimes he didn’t even know who, or what, he was looking for.  After everything with the Upside Down is finally done, Steve feels that aimlessness all the time. He doesn’t know what to do with himself now that the gates are closed and monsters aren’t crawling out of the walls anymore, and he’s driving home alone after dropping Robin off at college. His eyes are dry but so is his throat; he pulls into a ridiculous number of different drive thrus for something to drink on the road back to Hawkins.

#scoops words #make me write #wg steddie

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Talk to Me

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

Warnings: few spoilers, like not really any at all, just referencing the upside down and stuff, cussing, steve hurts reader’s feelings, makes it all better, anxiety, mentions of things happening that signal the upside down is acting funky again

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1.62k words

      Steve had a way of saying things. And it wasn’t always smooth. Every once in a while, you take a little time to sit down and just talk with each other, have a deep conversation. Ever since the upside down, and when you two started after that, It was important to talk about things that worried you, and you both reassure each other. 

      Today had been particularly stressful with work. On top of that, a few things were going on around you that seemed off, and reminded you of times spent fighting for your life. So you wanted to ask Steve if he would come over so you two could chat for a little bit. You walk over to the phone in the kitchen, punching his number in by memory, one of the few actually committed to your memory. The phone rang a couple of times, and Steve talked through the other end of the receiver. 

      “Hello?” he answered. 

      “Hi Steve, it’s me.” You say quietly into the phone.

      “Hi baby, what’s up?” 

      “Um, I was wondering if you could come over tonight. We need to talk.” 

      “Uh yeah sure, I can come in like half an hour?” He offered. It was more like a confirmation rather than a question. 

      “Yeah that’s good. If you wanna spend the night, you can.” You offer. 

      “Okay, I’ll be over soon. I love you.” 

      “I love you too.” And with that you hung up the phone. All of this anxiety would hopefully go away once you had the chance to talk to Steve. He was always there for you, and always made you feel better. And you were there for him too, even when he didn’t want to admit it when something was wrong. 

      Steve stayed true to his word and arrived almost exactly thirty minutes later. You open the front door for him and let him in, going to the kitchen to get a drink of water. You take a few sips walking back over to the couch, plopping down right next to him. He immediately wraps an arm around you to bring you closer to him, trying to offer up some comfort as he doesn’t know what’s wrong yet. 

      “Alright, spill it. What’s up?” He asks, looking you in the eyes, his own sparkling in the light coming in through the window. 

      You let out a sigh, thinking of what words you should use. “First of all, work was really frustrating today. But it’s the usual stuff ya know? But… I have been noticing a few random weird things, and I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence or what, but it has me feeling a little nervous.”

      “What kind of things, babe? You can tell me.” The comfort in his voice is enough to spill all of your thoughts out. 

      “Well a few weeks ago, I noticed a few sink holes popping up in different places. I don’t know if things like this happen usually and I am just being paranoid or what. The vegetables in my garden have been starting to go bad, even while still growing, like something is damaging the plants and is making them die. Every once in a while, the magnets I have on my board in my room will fall off in the middle of the night. It all sounds really familiar to me. I am just so scared that something is back from the upside down. I know the gate was closed in all that, but I wouldn’t say that those things couldn’t come back.” You nervously rambled on. 

      “A few weeks ago? Why didn’t you tell me when you first started noticing it? We could have been trying to figure out what it is.” Steve questions you, starting to sound a little nervous himself. 

      “Well, because I didn’t want to bother you about it until it actually made sense. I didn’t want you to think I was crazy or anything.” In your defense, you wouldn’t have been crazy, but it all looks like normal things that go wrong, so anyone would think that you’re crazy. Steve knew better of course. 

      “You know I wouldn’t think that, especially not since we have seen the things we have seen, and been through the things we have been through. But you need to tell me if you ever notice stuff like this. How are we supposed to get ahead and control it, if you are keeping it a secret?”

      “I wasn’t trying to keep it a secret, I just needed it to make sense. I know that you tell me that you would never think I was crazy, but what would you say to me if I called you up and told you I saw a sinkhole? I just didn’t want to call you over something so little and have it seem stupid.” Your face heats up, a little embarrassed from being so insecure about something like that.

      “You know what is crazy? The upside down! And you not saying anything about it? We could have been trying to figure out what was going on, what if something bad is happening?!” Steve begins raising his voice at you, something he doesn’t do often, only when he is really stressed, adn this would definitely warrant him being stressed out. But it was a little offensive, him raising his voice like that even in this situation. 

      “Well, I’m sorry Steve, I didn’t want you to be annoyed with me, over me telling you every little thing that makes me nervous. I didn’t really think it was that important to call you every time.” You explained, your apology was sincere, but he should no better to not have raised his voice like that. 

      “Not that important? This is the upside down, with whatever the hell could be coming out of there. How could you be so stupid to think that it wasn’t important? All of the fighting we did, for our lives? That wasn’t important? I have to know these things to protect you, otherwise you’re gonna get yourself killed!” He exclaims, raising his voice even more. At some point he dropped his arms from around you to sit up all the way and look at you while explaining. 

      “I can’t believe you just said that to me Steve.” You whispered, eyes already watering. He thinks you’re stupid? How could he say something like that to you? 

      “Baby, it’s not that you’re stupid, I’m sorry. It’s just… All of these signs are so obvious, like, how did I not notice them before, you know? I really didn’t mean to call you stupid, you know I didn’t mean to say it, right?” You just nod and stay quiet, and he keeps talking. “I am just so worried that something is going to happen to you. I don’t know what could happen or when or what, but it makes me so nervous to realize that something could be happening and you could be taken away from me. You know that I love you so much, more than anything. I just cannot let anything happen to you.” You’re nodding while Steve is speaking, only looking up to meet his eyes at the end of his little speech. 

      Steve pulls you close to him, holding you tightly. He knows he hurt your feelings, and he knows how you feel. He tries his best to comfort you, not only from what he said, but from all the stress you have been secretly feeling. He thinks back to the past few weeks where you had been looking around yourself more, and at your surroundings. He noticed how you would go quiet whenever something related to the upside down was brought up. 

      “I love you, so so much baby. And I would do absolutely anything to make sure you know that. And to know that I will always try to protect you, even if you don’t need it.” A couple of small tears pool around your eyes, making your dark circles and eyelids wet. You just sigh and hug him back while Steve whispers in your ear sweet little things, rubbing up and down your back. 

      He then lets go and stands up from the couch, putting his hand out for you to take. You look up at him with sparkly eyes and slowly reach for his hand. 

      “Dance with me.” He requested. 

      “We don’t have any music.” I respond. 

      “We don’t need music.” Steve hands meet your waist, pulling you up closer to him, he puts a hand on the back of your head, tucking it closer into him. He also took a little step closer, his feet almost in between yours, starting to sway back and forth gently. 

      “I love you so much. You don’t have to say it back. I just want to tell you that you mean the world to me. I have changed a lot, for the better, since I met you. I can only ever see my life with you there, if you're not there, then it’s not my life. There is just no me without you, and I need you to know that I don’t think you’re stupid, and I don’t think you’re crazy. You have every right to be scared. After everything we have been through? I’d be worried if you weren’t scared.” He chuckled, you let out a little chuckle too. 

      “I love you too. Steve. More than anything else. More than I can say.” You mumble into his shirt, swaying with him to the hum of the fans in the room and the cars passing by outside.

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from this WIP weekend post!!

you guys overwhelmingly voted for more of the rockstar!eddie x sailor!steve full fic(let)/oneshot so here are the 42(!!!) sentences i ended up writing for it! (and seriously, thank you @thisapplepielife for tagging me!! this is the most i've gotten done on a lot of these wips in a while!)

“Was hard enough driving it around these skinny-ass roads.” Eddie snorts as that, “Don’t think I didn’t feel the scrape you gave that Beetle back there, Earl.” “It’s not my fault! These roads are tiny and there’s people parked everywhere!” “I’m just fuckin’ with you, man,” Eddie chuckles, shuffling out after the other boys, “Don’t fall in.”

They head toward the little gatehouse at the front of the pier where their manager, Chrissy, is standing beside a sailor in the Navy’s digital blue camo uniform. The girl in uniform looks particularly baby-faced (given she must be at least old enough to enlist), and the bright white “U.S. NAVY” stamped across the front of her bulletproof vest matches Chrissy’s pantsuit. It makes Eddie sweat just looking at her, even with how pleasant the weather actually is.

“You not coming with us, Chris?” Gareth asks. “Nah, I’m going to sit and wait in the car, I have quite a few calls to make anyhow.” she waves him off, “Maybe I can convince Earl to take me up to the food court. I could really go for some ice cream.” She waves them off, shooing them towards the sailor waiting on them, and marches off back across the narrow road to their car. “Okay, listen up.” Erica calls out to the four of them, pulling their attention to her easily. “I am going to escort you down the pier and you will both stay out of others’ way, and watch your step.” She beckons them through the tall turnstile gate as she speaks, following close behind. “There shouldn’t be anything laying out on the deck, as a rule, but watch it regardless.” As promised, she escorts them down the flat concrete pier, herding them with short warnings as they go, for whatever hazard may be in their way.  Despite the watching where he’s going he should be doing, Eddie can’t help but gawk up at the huge ships on either side of the wide spanse of concrete. They tower protectively over the sailors throwing heavy ropes around like they’re nothing, the ones helping unload cargo vans of their equipment, and those that seem to just be having fun laughing and fucking around. The ship on their left (with the matching hull number as on Erica’s ballcap) is onloading supplies from the pier in systematic line over the deceptively narrow strip of water between it and the vessel, each of the wildly different people in the line swinging box after box between them up the steep steel ramp and out of sight onto the deck. The ship on their right is only two numbers above the Berthold, and is the one they will be touring. The USS William B. Franke (DDG-63). There’s less happening on it's side of the pier, only a few folks coming and going. There’s a small group of four standing at the bottom of the Franke's ramp, a pair in street clothes that look to be heading off for the day, and there’s a taller sailor with a long ponytail who’s just hefted a heavy-looking piece of equipment onto their shoulder and is climbing across the bridge to the ship.

They troop along behind the commander, following him up and around a couple bends in the halls to his office. “Come on in, gentlemen; have a seat, please.” Brenner gestures them inside past a wooden desk to a low L-shaped couch fixated in the far corner of the office. They plop down onto the squeaky brown pleather, Chief Bonne taking up another chair in a corner, Master Chief Williams sinks down into the seat at the end of the couch, and the captain wheels his desk chair to the other side of the small round coffee table, sitting opposite the group. MAC Hopper stands against the door, out of the way. “Apologies, gentlemen," Brenner begins, "My Executive Officer is out of country at the moment, so he’s unable to meet with you today, but he’ll be back by time we get underway again.” “Of course, no worries here, sir.” Jeff waves him off, unnecessarily, “When are you setting sail?” “We’ll be taking off in a week.” “Only about half our sailors’ families are coming along,” Master Chief cuts in, “So we’ll have the room for you all to stay aboard while we’re underway, but you’ll have to have a skeleton crew to film.” The wheels in Eddie’s head are already turning, “How skeleton are we talking?”

“Oh, of course.” He says, visibly relieved, “Let me track down Lieutenant Creel; He’s a great kid, been a friend of the family since he was in diapers.”  Eddie’s already shaking his head. "No sir, I said your most competent." The captain's smile turns sour, so Eddie continues. "Someone point me to THE second class. You know the one, does it a little bit of everything, doesn’t slow down, probably salty as hell… Where are they? I need an enlisted person…No offense to your Lieutenant, sir.”

you also voted a handful or more for each other idea so i will link below each of the other posts for each other set of votes/sentences of the other options below!

casper | destiel pt. 6 | idiot | date pt. 2 | vamp

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #corroded coffin #rockstar!eddie x sailor!steve #rockstar!eddie #sailor!steve #wip weekend #noelle writes

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You Can Do What?! (Part 2)

Happy New Year! I hope your year is looking great so far!

I finally added pictures! Also, if your hair isn't medium/long just imagine you added hair to achieve the style (y'all know how versatile our hair is). 

^ Uh... Tumblr does not like to transfer pictures (I used to write on Wattpad) so just use your imagination lmao. (2023 me writing this)

No warnings.

Relationship: Helpful Erik x Reader

"Hey, it's Tasha. I'm on vacation right now. Appointments will resume next month, please don't blow my phone up with time requests. I'll get back to y'all when I'm home. Bye!"

"Nah, sorry boo. I'm full."

"We don't do walk-ins."

"This number is no longer in service, please hang up and try ag-"

You sigh for the tenth time today, tossing your phone to the left on the sofa. Every single one of your stylists were either fully booked or gone away on vacation. Tasha was your go-to, but she was away and you became stressed when her voicemail picked up. 

Erik peered his head out from the kitchen, "You good?" The smell of food wafted into your nose, promising you a delicious dinner later on.

"No, everyones either gone or full." You fold your arms against your chest and sink further into the couch. Times like these were when you wished you listened to your mother and learned how to braid as a child. You proudly (and embarrassingly) belonged to the secret society of black women who don't know how to cornrow braid for shit. 

"Why don't you just go to the lady who does my dreads?" He suggested, but you turned that down immediately.

"I am not paying a hundred dollars to get my hair braided down."

"I'll pay." Yes, Erik was boujee, "A hunnid ain't much." As hell.

Sitting up, you give him an incredulous look, "Okay, Bill Gates." And with an eye roll you add, "That's a waste of money. You know what Tasha could give me for half of that?" And you explain that you could get a wash, braid-up and styling, which was a lot more worth it. You considered wearing a wig, but the ones you had needed to be retired.

"Aight, hold up." He disappeared back into the kitchen, the sound of the stove turning down and metal clanging broke through the silence.

In two days, you had a very important meeting that would potentially change your life and Erik knew how much it meant to you. It was all you would talk about once you got off the phone with the CEO of Beauty Inc.  

After the Cantu and Shea Moisture conundrum, you started your own line of hair products, a small one actually- with a leave-in conditioner, a shampoo and a deep conditioner. At first, you'd hand out samples and sell some products to family and friends. Then when you profited enough, you made an Instagram page dedicated to your small business. You paid for promotions and handed out samples for people to review and eventually your small business became a medium business and now you're on your way to partnering with one of the best beauty and hair companies in the entire country. 100% black owned, by the way.

When Erik reappeared, he had a slight smirk on his lips while scrolling through his phone. 

"What?" 

He sat down beside you and showed you the screen. "Look at this." 

You stared at the three images he had on display. Three different women with three different hairstyles. 

"Those are cute..." You scrolled back and forth between each picture. "But how does this help me, E? I can't braid, you know this."

"Just cuz you don't know how to braid doesn't mean I don't." 

At first it didn't register until you realized how long you were staring at him with a puzzled expression. "You can do what?!" 

"I. Can. Braid." He said slower looking a little annoyed.

If this were a sitcom you would've fainted *cue the laugh track* but Erik was being so serious, the smile on his face had been replaced with a stoic expression. 

"How the hell am I just- Erik! We've been together for how lo- Oh my g-" You couldn't even finish your sentences due to the shock. This man was full of surprises, but this right here definitely put the cherry on top. At some point you got up, pacing back and forth with your fingers resting against your temples. "Boy-"

He grabbed your arm to stop you from moving, "Chill baby, you acting like you ain't never seen a man braid."

"Nah that's not even it! You of all people can braid!?" You're not exactly sure why you were reacting like this... Maybe it was out of embarrassment that your hyper-masculine boyfriend could do something so stereotypically female that you couldn't. This had to be something he learned during the military, but what would they be braiding other than ropes? If they even did that! 

"So you gon' let me do your hair or nah?" 

With a hefty sigh (that he called you out for), you grabbed a pillow off of the sofa and placed it in between his feet. "Hold on." You retreated to go get your hair products for this man to either slay or destroy your hair.

By time you got back with your styling tools and hair products, Erik had set on a comedy movie, one that he's seen a million times, but you refused to watch it- not anymore of course as you were now trapped in between his legs.

"Oh nah, you're hot as hell." You got up even faster than when you sat down and went to blast the AC. 

"That ain't me, that was all you. Pacing around the damn room like you was warming up for track or some shit."

You sat back down, scooting closer to rest your back. "I can't believe I'm doing this." 

"Have faith in me baby, when have I ever let you down?"

You could recall a few times, "Remember our first date?"

"Aye, that was a first date. Them shits never go as planned." He retaliated.

"You're lucky I even considered a second date."

He began to chuckle, "I made it up to you with my fire di-" But he always fixed it.

"Okay!" You slapped his leg. "See, all you think about is pussy!"

"Nah, that's not all."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think about your booty and tits too." 

You roll your eyes and slap him even harder on the calf, "Nasty ass."

"Anyway, you ain't choose a hairstyle." He leaned down showing you the options again, his torso resting on your head.  

"Hmm..." You scrolled back and forth one last time before going with your favourite style, "That one." 

"Aight cool." He sat up and you could hear him rub his hands together, "My baby bout to look sexy as hell."

"And if you do anything st-"

"(Y/n), chill. I said I got this, quit all that worryin' shit." He untied the wrap off of your head and tossed it to the side. 

"I'm serious, E. You know how much this meeting means to me."

"And you acting like my hands have never been in other chick's hair."

Your eyes widened as you got ready to stab him in the leg with the rattail comb. "WHAT?"

He erupted into a laughter, "Chill. I'm just playing!" He began taking the twists out one by one.

Oh he he ha ha now nigga, you almost made me stab you in the fuckin' popliteal. "You ain't funny." 

"I am funny, you just don't know how to take a joke."

"My other niggas are a lot more funnier than you." You tease with a serious tone.

"Aw hell naw, see (y/n). Why you tryna get somebody killed? I can do that shit right now."

"Chill. I'm just playing." You mock his response. 

"Oh you got jokes, huh?"

"Yup, just like my other niggas." You quip, this time with a smile. A feeling you have not felt since you were a child painfully tingled your head. "Did you just pop me in my head?!"

"You're misbehaving. And if you wanna act like a child, I gotta treat you like one."

You wanted to bite his hypocritical ass. "Boy, fuck you."

"Like I said, we can do that later."

For the rest of the time, you both continued to exchange remarks to tick each other off. You got popped in the head at least five more times with each comb. At one point you did end up biting him on the thigh, but that only resulted in him starting the braid over because you screwed it up according to him. He surprisingly wasn't rough as he usually was with everything else (despite getting hit by the comb) and he was very precise. You could catch a small glimpse in the camera on your phone, but each time you tried to look, he would yank your head back so you couldn't see. You had to remind him that your neck wasn't made out of jello. 

One thing you learned from this experience was that Erik is huge on perfection and tidiness. Now the cleanliness of his big ass house made sense. You thought he hired a thousand maids, but each time you've been there you haven't seen one. When your bedroom was a mess, Erik would actually go in there and tidy up for you, but not before criticizing you of course.

If a braid looked slightly crooked or not good enough, he'd take it out and start over. No, he was no professional, but he wanted his girl to look amazing after he was finished. 

The movie was coming to an end and you were ready for him to be out of your hair. Not that it didn't feel good when his fingers ran across your scalp, but you were very anxious and based on the conversation you both shared within that time, he could've been ruining your hair just to be petty.

"Eriiiik?" You whine.

"Hmm?" He was done the braids and now fluffing your curls.

"You didn't fuck me over, right?"

He sighed, "What, you don't trust me?"

"I ain't never seen you do hair in my life. What am I suppose to expect?"

"Greatness." He simply said, adding shea butter to seal in the moisture. "Trust a nigga sometimes, baby. I'd never have you looking like a fool."

He wasn't lying. Erik always had you in the latest fashion, even though you asked him to stop buying clothes worth half of your pay check. Not that you had bad taste, but as said before, Erik was boujee- as hell. 

Suddenly the thought came to your head. When the hell did he even find the time to learn how to braid? He was usually always so damn busy. 

"So who taught you?"

He sucked a breath in between his teeth before responding, "You gon' get mad."

Already knowing the answer you still ask, "Why?"

"Cuz you was prolly expecting me to say something like my grandma." He scratched the back of his neck and sat back, "But it was that hairdresser I was messing around with." 

You knew exactly which one. Kaleisha. 

That's actually how you met Erik. And it actually explains a lot of why she unexpectedly banned you from going back to her salon. Erik's dumbass just had to flirt with you in front of her clients. If gossip was an olympic sport, the whole shop would've won first place all the time. You didn't know they were a thing at first, not until Miss Betsy, an elder lady who wore the stiffest wigs, warned you. She was in everybody's business, inside and outside of the salon.

"The one that kicked me out cuz of you." You grumbled and got up to stretch as he finished. He watched your back arch, reminding himself to get it even deeper later on.

"Right." He gave you a coy smile, "Aye turn around, lemme see that pretty face."

You didn't even try to fight your grin as you turned around. The smile on his face was enormous. It was a bit scary too, he was usually frowning or not broadcasting any emotion. 

"I. Did. That. WHEW!" He jumped off the sofa, startling you and pulling you into a tight. "Sexy ass!" He littered your face with kisses.

"E! St-stop!" You laughed, barely able to push him away. When he finally let you go, you ran over to the mirror to see his accomplishment. You stared at your hair in awe. He really did that! You were speechless honestly, it was excellent! Better than some of the hairdressers you've been too. 

He smiled at you, "I told you I know what I'm doing."

"Ain't no way!" You were astounded. How the hell could he braid better than you!? Well actually to be fair, you didn't obtain that skill and you refuse to ask him how. He'd hold that over you till the day you die. You continued to admire your hairstyle while saying, "Oh my God." It made you wonder who he been practicing on for it to be this good, so you ask.

He frowns, "What did I tell you before? Trust a nigga sometimes."

You turn around and give him a hug, "Thank you baby! I love it."

"Anything for you, shorty. But, imma need a payment." His tone became very mischievous. 

"Payment?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Yeah, you thought shit was free?"

"Uhh... Yeah." 

"Nah lil mama, show me that arch and we can negotiate a payment method." 

This ni- Fuck it, if there's anything he deserved right now it would be this. 

Oh, and your meeting with that CEO went a lot better than you thought. You would definitely be thanking Erik for giving you that glow and a confidence boost when you got home.

Thanks for reading!

What hairstyle did you choose out of the three? I'd pick #2.

Apologies if you can't see yourself doing any of them. If you have short(er) hair or none, it's all good! It was just to add visuals.

I was actually gonna let Erik do normal cornrows (that ended up being a bit messy) so she could wear a wig, but I said screw that. I feel like Erik would perfect anything, and plus he's a smart guy so I'm sure he'd be able to braid. 

P.S. Who else belongs to the secret society of black women who don't know how to braid? 😂 I'm half in-half out lol, I just need more practice.

(Start/Finish: January 4-5, 2019)

P.S. I am no longer a part of the secret society :P I learned later in 2019 (current me writing this) Once again, ignore the A/N’s since the pictures are missing.

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader