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napakmahal · 2 months

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Drop your pin

Chat i MIGHT have cooked with this one

This is bad, this is so bad.

Less than two hours ago you left your house to drive over to a nice restaurant in downtown San Fransokyo and now you were pulled over at a gas station parking lot staring at your dreaded flat tire. If you hadn’t turned off your music to take a phone call from your friend mid-drive you probably would have never heard the dreaded: BANG!

What’s even worse is you were running late for your first formal date with a guy you met at an off-campus study site where you worked as a barista. He looked so cute in his little academic grind, so focused you thought his eyebrows were stuck in a permanent scowl. Thankfully, said the boy was studying so hard that he refilled his caffeinated iced tea almost four times and he came up to you. He started the conversation by rubbing his beautiful brown eyes tiredly saying “I am really tired, but I’m trying to stay away from coffee for a little bit.”

And somehow, his voice made him almost ten times more attractive than you originally thought him to be. By the time you finished pouring his tea, he’d complimented everything about you. From the hairstyle, you had dawned that day to how well you did your job. He was perfect and you were so excited for this date.

Until the universe had just to come and ruin it.

Canceling is one thing, but canceling because your tire popped is another. Everyone knows that whenever someone cancels last minute because they’re having ‘car troubles’ actually means ‘I wanted you to get lost from day one and now I have a reason not to see you.’ That and the lame excuse of ‘Oh I’m just really busy this week.’

This is why you can’t help but feel a sense of dread boiling in your stomach while you hear your phone ring and ring, waiting for him to answer. You like this boy, honest. But after this, he may not be so sure.

You swear you can feel your heart drop to the pits of your stomach when you first hear his voice.

“Hi, I’m not there yet. I just turned onto the 5 and-oh shit! Are you already there? I’m so sorry.”

You would laugh if you didn’t feel like crying. “Umm no, I’m not. Tadashi I have some bad news.”

“Uh-oh, what’s up?”

You took a deep breath. “Okay umm, so when I turned onto the highway my right tire popped and now I’m outside this sketchy-looking gas station trying to figure out what to do.”

Silence. All you could hear on his end of the call was the zooming of other cars next to his.

“Tadashi?” You confirmed. “Are you still there? Look I know it sounds like such a lie and I’m sorry. I really was looking forward to going out with you and I feel so bad about-”

“Drop me the pin.” The sound of his voice forced you to have such a visceral and public reaction.

Drop the pin? Like-to him? Why?

“L-Like,” You stuttered. “My pin? Right now?”

“Yeah, your pin.”

So you did. You sent him your GPS pin and waited for a little less than ten minutes. What did he want with your location? Maybe he just wanted to make sure you weren’t lying to him about being at the gas station. He could just never show up. After about seven minutes had passed, a rusty old work truck drove off the exit and into the gas station parking lot. Flashing bright yellow headlights. The truck pulled up almost directly in front of you and for a moment you felt fear. A stranger just coming up to you in a car in a sketchy area while you have no other way of escaping. But that fear dripped away when you saw it was Tadashi who was driving.

“Oh my gosh, hi.” You stared at him, slightly confused but extremely relieved.

He opened the door and walked towards you. “Hey, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, but my tire isn’t and I really don’t want to have to pay to get a new one.” You groaned at the thought of dealing with car troubles.

Tadashi squated down with a grunt at your popped tire. “Do you know how to change one of these?”

“Erm, kind of.” You answered honestly. “I don’t know it well enough to try it. I’m too scared to try it on my actual tire.”

He hummed before asking you to pop open your trunk so he could reach in and get your spare. And for the next twenty-two minutes, you watched your date grunt, sigh, groan, and flex all the muscles he had lifting and changing your popped tire. You learned two things in those thirty minutes.

1)That your date is one hell of a handyman and 2) That your date is not only cute but damn is he hot.

When he finished, he stood back up stretching out his limbs and cracking his neck.

“Now, you can’t really drive on a spare for too long so we’ll just go back and change it.” He said as if it were the most nonchalant thing in the world and not an act of pure chivalry.

You, who was almost starstruck at this man practically launched yourself and him in the biggest hug you’ve ever given someone.

You gushed, “Oh! Thank you so much. You’re so sweet!”

Thankfully, he hugged you back. Arms fully wrapped around you and jaw rested on the top of your head. When the two of you let go, he took your phone and put an address in it. One you had never even heard of. A place called the Lucky Cat Café and when you asked all he said was “We’re going there to change your tire.”

So the two of you got back onto the highway and drove backwards from your original date spot. For most of the drive you tried to keep the back of his car in your sights even though you had the GPS on. By the time you’d arrived, the street that the Lucky Cat was located on was practically empty. Everyone and all businesses seemed to be asleep for the night, which is why you both had decided on a place in Downtown San Fransokyo where the city rarely sleeps.

You shut your car door behind you. “What is this place?”

“It’s my aunt’s café, we live on the top. You see?” He pointed at a window in the top of the building with a glowing light through it like someone was home. “So my garage is on the side over there, do you want to just park there and I’ll change your tire.”

Wait he was serious. Like he was full-on going to change your spare tire.

“Seriously?” You double-checked.

Tadashi smiled followed by a light and airy laugh. “Yeah, I’m serious.”

So you drove past the main building and into the rather large alleyway where his garage was. From where you were you could see the garage door that was painted on the sides with traditional Japanese art.

“Did you paint that?” You pointed at the door.

Tadashi fumbled around in his pocket for the garage door key. “Me and my brother worked on it when we were in middle school.”

“So you guys are close?”

Guys that love their families are mad hot.

The door slowly propped open. “Extremely close and- oh. Speak of the devil.”

Sitting inside the garage was a boy who couldn’t have been any older then fifteen on the couch resting flat on his back. Scrolling on his phone and eating a green melon popsicle in white calf socks.

He lifted his head to see the two of you standing in the frame of the garage, large brown eyes that resembled Tadashi’s staring like a deer in headlights.

“Oh shit,” He grunted. “What’s up?”

Tadashi alternated his hand between the two of you. “Hiro this is y/n, y/n this is my little brother Hiro.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Hiro.” You smiled. Tadashi had mentioned him a few times and you’d heard him in the background of some of the FaceTime and regular phone calls you had with Tadashi.

Before he could respond, your date looked around his garage with a look of confusion on his face. “Dude, where are the tires?”

“Behind the dumpster.” Hiro said like it was obvious.

Tadashi rolled his eyes. “The unused ones, dumbass.”

“Oh, side shed.”

Your date excused himself and pulled out his phones flashlight to navigate his way through the dark of the night to his familys storage shed. Leaving you alone with his younger brother who had since put his phone down.

“You’re y/n?”

“Yep.” You popped the ‘p’ rocking back and forth on your feet.

Hiro’s face filled with a sudden smugness. “You know he’s like super into you, right?”

You tried to fight the obvious smile that wanted to come to your face. “Really?”

“Before he left he called all of his friends to make sure he looked good enough to leave the house.” He scoffed at the memory.

Just then, Tadashi came back rolling a brand new tire for your car. He told Hiro to scram before setting it down and grabbing his own tools. The garage itself was crazy, filled with tools, walls of water stained blueprints, chalk drawings, and premade machinery including a 3D printer and two different computers.

While changing your new tire, you took the time to really apologize for the messed up ‘date’ you were having.

“I’m so sorry about this, this is not what I planned at all.” Your voice laced with sincerity.

Tadashi’s face fell into one of fake disbelief as he joked, “You mean you didn’t intentionally pop your own tire so I would come and get you and we had to change it instead of going out to the restaurant we’re both appropriately dressed for?”

You laughed and gently punched him in the arm. “Don’t be an ass.”

“I know, I’m just joking.” He reassured you. “You look really beautiful though, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that before.”

“Aww, thank you. You look half decent as well.”

The two of you laughed as he continued to change your tire. There was a point where the new one he brought out for you had weighed so much he had to take off his dress jacket and lift it up like a deadlift. At his obvious struggle you offered to help but it was pointless.

“No it’s okay I got it.”

“Really?” You asked. “I can help you out. Plus it would teach me for the future.”

“Well when you’re with me, you won’t ever have to change your own tire.” Just as he said it, he regretted it. The two of you hadn’t even really been on a first date, just a few flirty texts and calls. That’s it.

He covered his mouth. “Oh-that’s not- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

To his relief and surprise you laughed in the most adorable way he’d ever heard someone laugh. “It’s okay, that was cute. Really cute.”

“Oh thank god.” He breathed out.

After a couple more flirty conversations and remarks, he’d finally finished installing your new tire and placed the spare back in your car.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” You cooed and kissed him on the cheek.

A warm blush expanded across his face after the kiss your given him as he dizzely responded, “No problem.”

You had your arms hooked around his neck as you both just stared at each other. Tadashi looked down at his watched and hummed.

“You know, they’re still open.” He referred to the restaurant from your original plan.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. He did all of that for you, and he still wanted to go out?

“Y-you,” You began to stutter in disbelief. “You still want to go out with me.”

“If anything I want to go out with you even more now.” He whispered so low only you could hear. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes.” You whispered back, falling into his dark brown eyes.

He smiled, face getting closer and closer to yours. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Ye-”

Kissing before the first date even starts is unheard of for you. It’s not something you would ever do…normally. But to be fair nothing about that first date was normal. You ran you hands up his jet black hair, lightly pulling at the strands while his hands held yourl ower back. How could making out with someone you hadn’t even gone on a proper date with in the middle of his garage with the door wide open feel so incredibly intimate?

When you two had pulled away all you could do was laugh. What was so funny? You don’t actually know, but something about it had made to so giggly. Face pressed into his chest, laughing.

You two had decided that it seemed like a better idea for Tadashi to drive to two of you downtown and when you opened the passenger seat door there was a large bouquet of pink tulips and daisy fillers on the seat with a calligraphy card with your name on it wrapped in brown paper. You covered your smile with your mouth as you picked up the bouquet.

“I was going to give those to you when we got there.” Tadashi said shyly, embarrassed that he missed the opportunity to give them to you when he pulled up to the gas station parking lot.

All you did was stare at him, endearence in your eyes before kissing that boy straight on the lips another time.

#baymax #big hero 6 #big hero six #tadashi hamada #bh6 x reader #disney #fanfic #tadashi hamada x reader #napakmahal #writing #writers block #hiro hamada #san fransokyo

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phoxey · 4 months

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Talent VS Hard Work

Bebe!Bada Lee x WolfLo!reader (Do I even need to say fem?)

CW: Angst, verbal fighting, bada being lowkey an asshole

AN: the stuff written in cursive are obv flashbacks

Part 2

Bebe looked at the screen, as they were being filmed reacting to the other dancers being announced. WolfLo came on and of course the Bebe girls reacted excitedly. Every name being a big name in the scene. Halo, Chocol, Mini, Yeni Cho, Haechi Wang and of course everyone screamed when they read the Name Babysleek. Then the last name of WolfLo popped up. One that made Badas excitement immediately drop, and her smile fell. Your name.

“Unnie… is that…?”, Lusher carefully asked, looking at Bada.

“Who is she?”, Cheche asked confused.

“Bada’s ex best friend. They started dancing together back then. Their friendship ended in a big fight.”, Tatter whispered to her.

Cheche looked to her leader and if a look could kill, you would have died then and there.

A similar thing happened in a different studio, where the WolfLo members sat. You and your members had fun and were giggling until Bebe was introduced, starting with the leader. Bada Lee. You could hear a camera zoom onto your face. You clenched your jaw when you saw her face, you could almost hear her taunting voice again.

“Are you okay?”, Chocol asked.

“Yeah… I just thought I would never have to see her again.”, you whispered.

“If you want, I will battle her and embarrass her.”, Babysleek laughed.

“No, no. If someone battles her, it’s going to be me.”, you said determined, you looked into her face again with both hate and tears in your eyes.

A week later filming started. Bebe was the first group to walk into the battle zone, chatting happily as they waited for the evaluation film to start.

Bada expected most of what was said. The comparison between Aikis and her team. That no one knows her members. That only Bada will shine.

Then she saw your face. You had no expression; your eyes were almost empty when a staff asked you what you thought about Bebe.

“I think they must be very talented, if Bada lets them dance with her.”, it almost sounded like a compliment, if you didn’t know what had happened. “But let’s be real, they will only be there as long as they are of use for Bada.”

Bada could feel the eyes of her students on her, scanning for her reaction, and the anger rose within her.

Seething she sat down, the other crews didn’t really faze her, she just waited for WolfLo. She waited for you. And when WolfLo finally did come, her eyes were immediately on you. You in your all-black outfit, looking like some futuristic ninja. You looked so different; you used to be so cute.

Bada wrapped her arms around you from behind and you could hear her laugh as she picked you up. You were almost two heads shorter than her. You kicked your feet into the air in an attempt to break free from her embrace, but you were laughing as well.

“Happy birthday!”, Bada giggled as she let you down.

“You always do that! Stop!”, you grinned, then you pouted. “I hate that I am so short.”

Bada shook her head and kissed your forehead. “You are the perfect height for this.”

You blushed hard at that and even harder when Bada pulled a little box out of her pocket.

“Present.”, she just said and looked away shyly.

“Bada!”, you gasped as you opened it. It was two bracelets, that were definitely made by Bada herself. They were blue and purple. Blue being her color and purple being yours.

“It’s not much, I don’t have a lot of money. Sorry I couldn’t get you something better…”, she mumbled.

“This is perfect! I love it!”, you grinned and helped her put on hers and she helped you with yours.

“I thought you were proposing to me.”, you winked.

“In ten years, I might.”, Bada smirked.

Neither of you knew if you two were flirting or not.

“But! You know what a perfect gift would also be? What would make me happy as well?”, you said mischievously.

Bada’s eyes went big and eager. “What? I want to make you happy!”

“Dance with me.”, you said. “My parents promised me that I can join a dance academy.”

“Do you want to become an Idol?”

You shook your head. “No, I just want to dance. And I want to do it with the person that means the most to me.”

Bada nodded. “Let’s dance. Let’s become a famous dance duo!”

It was ten years later now and both of your wrists were empty. You did not become a famous dance duo. She did not propose. Today was your birthday and the memory haunted you.

When WolfLo arrived in the fight zone, people began whispering, mostly about Babysleek. Only Bebe was whispering about you, but Bada couldn’t hear her students, her entire focus was on you. How you politely bowed to Ladybounce and then turned your gaze to the other side to bow as well, but you stopped in your tracks when you locked eyes with Bada. She did not change at all. Her long hair, her boyish clothes… and the way she poked her cheek with her tongue when she was annoyed. You narrowed your eyes at her, before you rolled them. Why was she annoyed? She had no right.

You decided to ignore her, that was until Kang Daniel called your name, to choose your no respect dancer. You grabbed the mic.

“Today is my birthday. My no respect dancer promised to dance with me ten years ago. On the day exact. So…”, you walked up to Bebe. “I ask you to keep your promise, just once in your life, Bada Lee.”

Bada clenched her teeth but nodded and stood up.

You two danced very differently. You knew she didn’t have any experience in battles, since she was a choreographer, but she was good, nevertheless. Damn you, Bada Lee, you and your talent. She got a draw out of it, so you two danced again together. It showed that you were Babysleeks student then. While dancing to the same song, the judges had a better comparison, there was no doubt that you were an experienced and skilled battler. It earned you a 2:1 victory.

As Bada was walking away to sit down, you grabbed Daniels mic again.

“In the end, hard work will always win over talent.”, you said.

Bada looked at you and huffed a laugh. She didn’t even sit back down with her team but went upstairs to go to their hideout room. Confused the director called out a break.

You signaled to your team that you would go to their room too but wished to be alone. You walked past Bebe’s blue door, briefly stopping, wondering if Bada was on the other side. Then you sighed and went to the WolfLo room. You laid down on one of the sofas and closed your eyes, to concentrate on your breathing.

You heard the door open and shut. “Go away, Haechi. I want to be alone. I am really pissed off.”

“Why? You finally won over me, aren’t you happy?”, an all too familiar voice said, which made you immediately sit up.

Bada stood there, leaning against the door.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, you groaned.

“I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Your victory was my present for you.”

“It’s not a present when I got it myself. I won fair and square.”

Bada huffed. “As if…”

“You’ll never be as good as me.”, Bada said annoyed.

Tears were rolling down your face. “I am sorry, I swear I’m doing the best I can!”

“To be honest, you should stop dancing. You are clearly not talented whatsoever.”, Bada said.

Your sad expression changed into confusion. “T-Talent? Bada, what are you talking about?”

“We have been dancing for a year now! What takes me five minutes to learn, takes you five hours. You are a shitty dancer… if you can even call yourself that.”, Bada huffed.

“What do you mean?”, you frowned. Surely Bada wasn’t being serious.

“People ask how long you have been dancing, they are shocked to hear you dance as long as me but can’t even get basic steps right. Do you even know how embarrassing that is? You are not even a beginner dancer. Whereas people ask me to join their crew or choreograph with them! Also, when we go to classes together, you hold up the entire class, because you can never get even the simplest choreo right. The teacher is annoyed with you, the other students are annoyed with you, I am annoyed with you! Please just save yourself the embarrassment and stop dancing. Because as long as you are here in the same classes, as long as you are dancing with me, you are only holding me back!”

“I am the reason you even started dancing! You should be grateful!”

“You are also the reason why I can’t get better! If it wasn’t for you, I would be already giving my own classes or win competitions with my own dance crew!”

“Bada, we started dancing for fun.”, you argued.

“I want to make dancing my life!”

“You promised that we would dance together!”

“I am better off without you!”

“Are you saying you let me win?”, you asked, standing up. Bada didn’t look at you, but walked around the room and pretended to look at something. You walked over to her and grabbed her arm to yank her around, so that she would face you.

“Don’t touch me!”, she yelled and shoved you away.

“You know, Bada… the funny thing is: I probably would have stopped dancing out of frustration of not getting better back then, if you hadn’t said anything. But you know me, if someone tells me to not do something, I end up wanting to do it even more. I should thank you. For being my motivation to keep dancing.”

“Oh really?”, she laughed.

You nodded. “In the past nine years, since our fight, there was not one day where I didn’t dance. Even when I was sick, I danced. Every. Fucking. Day. I danced. Just because I didn’t want you to win over me.”

“Yeah sure…”, Bada laughed again. “You are lazy. And dancing didn’t mean anything to you. You just danced around, you never got into it!”

“Dancing meant everything to me! Because I could dance with you.”

“See, you don’t love dancing for dancing! You would have done anything as long as it was with me! Ain’t I right?”, Bada frowned.

“Don’t forget that I loved dancing first, Bada Lee! All of what you are now is because of me! You may have talent, but you would never have found it, if it wasn’t for me! I built both of our careers. But honestly? I wish I would have never taken you dancing. We both would have regular lives, all of this shit would have never happened. Maybe you would have actually proposed today…”

“I guess we will never know.”, Bada said.

Part 2

#swf #swf2 #bada lee #bada lee swf #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #swf2 x reader #team bebe

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bonny-kookoo · 6 months

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In racer jk world has there ever been a rumor about jk or Mc that they almost believed it?

"I don't know what to believe.." you sigh. "I mean, you were there, and she's really pretty, and nice-" you whine into your hands, and Jungkook doesn't know what to do really.

So he goes to grab his phone, taps away on it, before he sits behind you on the bed, thighs next to yours with his chin on your shoulder. He's got his phone in your lap, and a video plays.

"..what's that?" You ask, unsure what that video is.

"Mingyu took it." He tells you. "There. That's me. And right there, is her." He offers, and you nod, seeing the interaction that was caught by someone else as well- including the moment she leans in close to Jungkook, her hands on his shoulders awfully sweet in nature, lips close to his ears as she whispers something with a smile.

He's smiling too. You can see it.

"So you're telling me it did happen?" You meekly say, but he shakes his head.

"Look at it again. Till the end." He hums, zooming in with a pinch of his fingers to show the moment a bit better.

Her hands on him. Head next to his. Her smile. He's smiling too-

Then, you can see Jungkook shake his head, warmly so, his hands taking hers off his shoulders respectfully as he always does with everyone. The pictures must've been taken in exactly that moment, his warm gaze taken entirely out of context, and suddenly, you realize that he didn't actually smile.

Jungkook had just been polite in telling her no. Turning her down gently.

"She did ask to go to her hotel together." He admits. "But I said no, and that she should not attempt that again." He sighs, before opening a chat, a voice message being played.

"I'm sorry again for what I said, I just thought you know, now or never." Her voice chimes up, before Jungkook's reply is being played.

"You really shouldn't go after people in a relationship, no matter if you take mine seriously or not. That was just insulting." His groggy voice responds.

"I know, I didn't think you took her that seriously since she wasn't with you and all. Didn't mean to come off that way, I apologize." She says. Another one of hers plays right after.

"I hope this doesn't make things awkward between us? You're a really good friend." She says.

"I'd like you to delete my number, please. I feel uncomfortable staying in contact with you, moving forward." He responds.

You can see that she's no longer in Jungkook's contact list either.

"I'm sorry this keeps happening. I really don't know what to do about it." He sighs. "I show you off every time I can but it's still not enough.." he mumbles, and you lock his phone before sitting back down in his lap, now hugging him.

"Maybe we just need to be even more obnoxious?" You wonder. "Fuck me on the balcony, maybe someone snaps a pic or two?" You ask, and Jungkook growls.

"Absolutely not." He responds, laying down on his back and taking you with him. "Your bare ass is only for me to admire." He explains, and you giggle, sitting up on his waist, hands on his abdomen.

"Heh. Bold words." You giggle, before Jungkook pulls your arms towards him to roll you both over, switching you underneath him now.

"I can be even bolder."

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts jeon jungkook imagine

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why-the-heck-not · 3 months

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zoom-lecture essentials:

”hey I think someone has their mic on? Could they please turn it off?”

*the participants number gradually decreasing*

”oh look at the time, I gotta breeze through these last slides quick”

”can you see my screen? It should have the slides on there”

*someone speaking and there’s a dog/child/construction site going apeshit in the background*

”oh there has been some questions in the chat”

*basically radiosilence for 2 hours vs. the flood of ”byee thank you!! :)” messages during the last 20 seconds*

*getting distracted from said zoom-lecture by writing some stupid little tumblr post like ”zoom-lecture essentials”*

#(yes I still got 90% of the very few lectures I have in zoom and I like it)#january 2024 #2024

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dreadheadmuncher · 9 days

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“👹LECLER!”

A/n : Keep in mind this just an imagine and a small post I decided to come up with.

Tag🔞: fluff, oral sex, head top, vanilla sex, edging.

Summary: Mel goes on a vacation trip with a close friend to Monaco and while the two attends the F1 racing event, she had a bit too much fun that same night.

Vroom…

Just a bunch of small weird looking cars zooming down the track with watchers getting hyped up, this screams out rich and expensive but who am I judge when this didn’t came out of my pocket. Harry managed to get us vip tickets that included sitting the lounge with champagnes and meals being served to us which was my favorite part but most of was for him to meet the drivers after the race but mainly because he has a friend that happens to be one of the drivers so he came out to support like the good pal he is plus who who I am to pass up a free way to ticket to Monaco, not this bitch.

I palmed my chest when the lounge area ran wild from all majority of Harry leaping out of his chair in pure joy as he applauses and hollered, dabbing the other that were also in the lounge area, from this I assume someone won from how lively the crowd gotten. I remained muted and applauded quietly with a small smile, I finish chug my champagne down and soon each driver who finishes the race all stood on the podium. Hmm, all of them was cute. One in a fully red suit with a Ferrari logo who I guessed came in first coming in second was a caramel skinned man with locs and a nose piercing- damn he fine. I didn’t care about the dude in the orange suit one but those two gentlemen’s caught my eyes.

“That’s Lewis, the friend who I came to support” Harry introduces pointing at the caramel skinned man, sounded so proud of his friend victory. I smiled and chugged the remaining last of champagne down my throat as I focused on the two good looking men, Harry lead us downstairs to the driver’s paddock where all of the man would be located after the race. A few was being questioned and so and so. Harry would stopped by every driver he sees congratulating them on their race then follow up on a 20 minute chit-chat talking about sports blah blah blah and there’s me who hardly knows anything about the race but a girl who’s being a good supportive friend of riding along since I was promised parties and yachts.

“Harry, sorry to bug you but when we-”

I was cut short when a male voice with an English accent calls out Harry name almost mentioning Harry happens to English himself. Fuck me. I sighed annoyingly but straighten my composure when his fine ass friend- Lewis! Yeah, that’s his name I think approached out his way with a wide smile.

“Ah mate, what a heck of race out there” Harry dabs him up doing some type of strange handshake- you know what, I’ll just mind my business. Not with this handsome brother being in my presence.

Lewis, I’ve heard that name somewhere back home but just couldn’t put my finger down it, I know someone back home who’s obsessed with this whole racing stuff and she was explaining to me about this whole thing but I just couldn’t bare another minute of her rambling her mouth however she didn’t lie when she said most of these drivers- especially that one are attractive. It was then when I realized I was gawking a bit too much when he darted his glare over at me with a side grin.

“Sorry hun, not doing autographs at the moment” Lewis says and I slightly gape my mouth open, I grimaced my face at the thought of me being desperate for a simple autograph from a man I hardly know.

“Excuse me?” I asked feeling a bit offended, I shot Harry a hard glare gesturing for him to get his boy before my mouth makes a scene and I’m pretty sure Harry seen that side of me before.

“U-Uhm Lewis, this was the friend I was telling you about who I brought along” Harry mentions, Lewis eyed me up and down with speck of attitude on his face as a light chuckle escapes from his mouth. I flicked my brows up with my arms crossed not believing what I seeing.

“So what, you too good to have manners now” I remarked with a scoff, Lewis furrows his brows at my statement as he steps closer attempting to look intimidating. He don’t know where I’m from for him to be pulling that kind of stunt, he’d get shot up real quick.

“Says the little lady that came down with a bitchy ass attitude… Harry, you should know better to bring someone-”

“Listen here you big melon forehead, I hardly know you unless you God himself or my momma to be saying shit about me so I suggest you tone that shit down or-” I spat

“My Goodness, what’s all of the ruckus about” A deep voice spoke interrupting my speech, all of the anger that was building in my muscles had suddenly disappeared when a man a lot taller than Harry and Mr Melon here approached us with a lingering smirk on his face. He wore a white button shirt with the Mercedes logo on it, his sleeve are rolled up allowing me to get a glimpse of his arm and I can’t forget how perfect that top hugs his muscles.

“Lewis, what are you still standing here for… you acting like you don’t have a press conference to go to”

Lewis grunts storming off while penetrating a deep glare at me as he walks off fully, a moment of pause before we all bursted out a tear laughter at just happened. He looks like a toddler that just threw tantrum from someone telling him no. Harry does his bickering before he politely introduced me to the man- hmm, let alone I’d let this man devour me on top of his desk.

“Hi, I’m Mel” I extended my hand with a smile, He takes my hand and slowly turns it around to lay a peck as he sets a concentrate glare at me.

“I’m Toto Wolff but you can just call me Toto, doll”

I lightly blushed at the nickname he already given me, he winks and smiles so widely causing a second heartbeat down there but how can I stay focus when he’s looking at me with hooded eyes, he may be pushing 50 or so but what they say- age ain’t none but a number.

“I hope to see you two at the party tonight” He says, taking his leave. I furrowed my brows and glared at Harry with confusion laced all over my expression. This trick didn’t mentioned anything about no damn party til now, that was the whole point as to why I even agreed to come here.

“Mel, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you” He smirks, walking backwards as his eyes locked in with mines feeling heat coursing through my body. He winks then proceeds to make his exit leaving the two of us alone, I sense the skeptical stare shooting my way from Harry. I shrugged my shoulders and mouthed ‘what’ as we both proceeds our exit out the premises with Harry giving me a lecture about interrupting him and flirting with the man telling me he was married as if I was the one who started it first.

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Fast forward to later when I was in my hotel room preparing for the party, Harry booked a luxurious hotel room for the two of us which included a wide balcony view of the beach side with a nice jacuzzi - man if only I had someone here… wink wink. I couldn’t ask for better than the room service treating you like an absolute queen. I glared at myself at the mirror and the way how much this dress was hugging every crack and bone on my body showing my figure.

“Mel are you- holy smokes” Harry nearly choked on his words as he walked in, he took a moment to gaze on the dress I was wearing.

“Is this too much?” I asked, fiddling with my hands awaiting for his response. Harry approaches me with his eyes set on my dress but from the way he was muted, he was telling me otherwise “I knew it, I should change-”

“Mel, I’d have you out those clothes in hot seconds with the way you look right now, you gonna be pulling heads from left to right” He compliments, now he was starting stare a bit too much and he seem to notice that as well “Let’s go, the chauffeur here”

A chauffeur?! …. count me the fuck in. We both made our way out the elevator and a group of men who were passing couldn’t help but to turn their necks at us. Harry pulled me closer to his side with his hands stuck around my waist, ain’t never seen this side of him. A women dressed in all black from head to toe address us for Mr Wolf and immediately we got settled in, just a few couple of minutes, we had arrived already at the scene and the line was incredibly long.

“There’s no way I’m waiting in that long ass line” I grunted, he gestures me to wait and I watch him approach the bouncer as he said a few words to him then boom we was already in. I heard a couple of complaints but shit- as long we got a head start. The music was so amazingly loud, I could’ve feel it vibrating in my chest and you can hardly pass through from how crowded it was everywhere, it wasn’t until I released a heavy scoff followed by a eye roll when melon head came to dab up Harry. His whole expression died down as soon as he darts his eyes to me, seizing me up and down with a look of disgrace.

“I see you brought little miss fiesty” He remarks.

“Harry, control your little pest of yours” I spat, growing agitated at the sight of him and the longer he stays in my presence the more I just want to rip those damn locs out from his scalp. Harry noticed my expression and pulls me aside turning our back towards him, the melon head assured to Harry he was going to be located if he ever wants to find him.

“I’m really sorry about him, do you maybe want a drink?”

“You know what, go enjoy yourself with your friends, I’ll be okay” I said to him, my eyes never leaving the mysterious man who had a smirk on his face. At first Harry was uncertain whether or not it was a good idea to leave me by myself but I assure to him that things will be fine as long. He pecks my forehead and I watch him flew upstairs to his friend as a wide smile appeared on his face when melon head hands him a big bottle.

“My, you have such beauty on you” I winced, I followed the direction of the voice and just when my luck came when it appears to be that same man from the podium earlier and good lord he’s even breathtaking up close.

“Why did your boyfriend leave a gorgeous women like you all alone, He should know men tend to be a thirst for pretty women like you” I couldn’t help but notice how strangely attractive his accent sounded. I must admit, here in Monaco has incredibly good looking people here.

“Boyfriend… I don’t have a boyfriend but I appreciate the compliment” I chuckled with a smile suddenly feeling hot from the intense eye contact he has on me. He returns the smiles exposing a dimple

“So am I lucky enough to buy the beautiful women a drink? ” He playfully asks, smiling softly exposing his dimples. A fine looking man offering to buy me a drink- how can I let that opportunity slip out my hand. He whistles for the bartender attention then turns back around, I was quickly adjusting myself by pulling the hem of my of dress not realizing he had already fixed his gaze on me as he lingered them more on my dress.

“Do you have a name apart from being called beautiful?” He questions, grabbing the two drinks and handing it to me. The minute he stands next to me, I didn’t fail to notice how tall he was making our height difference prominent as he gaze down at me.

“Mel, what about you, handsome?” I asked softly, taking a sip of my drink.

“I go by the name of Charles… since I got the beautiful lady a drink and her name, would she at least come dance with me?” He asked, I averted my head towards the dance floor where everyone was throwing a type move with the music playing- the dj might be onto something with this playlist. I chugged my drink down in immediately and Charles quirked his brows up slightly taken back from the sight of this, I set the now empty cup down and tugged his hand as I led us both out to the center of the floor. His hands snatched my waist already flushing our bodies together which I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Big Poppa by The Notorious B.I.G starts playing.

A rage of adrenaline sparked in my bones the minute I heard that intro. I felt a slight push as he grips on my waist and instantly I start grinding my hips on him, his hands moves down to cup a handful of my ass and I almost let myself go from releasing a moan from how good it felt he was caressing it. I spun around and now my ass was directly on his crotch, with all of the alcohol coursing in my system, I let him dominate my body all night and here I am worrying if he knew how to dance or not but it seem to me he got a lil bit of spice in him from the way he was moving his hips into mines almost forgetting I can feel his boy getting a little too excited down here, in one swift motion, I was facing him and ooh- those eyes made me melt even more. He seem to love my rubbing on my ass from how much time his hands stood there.

His hands travels up feeling up every corner of my body not knowing he was starting a fire in me, his hands gently laced around my neck and slowly he leans in to crash his lips on mines tasting the sweet but bitter alcohol, I parted my lips inviting his tongue in as he starts to dominate the kiss with our heads moving in different directions. He don’t know it yet but he just started the engine in my aching core making me want him more. I come to my senses that we’re making out in a middle of a dance floor and I was aching him bad as my stomach was flipping like crazy.

“I think this will be better at my place” I draw little circles on his firm chest, he licks his swollen lips and agrees immediately with a side grin. I pulled his arm as we both tried to squeeze ourselves through the crowd, I had to make one final stop before I end up leaving this place this man.

“H-Harry!” I manage to call out and surprisingly Harry heard my voice as he ran over to my side despite Charles flushing his body against me which I wasn’t complaining. Harry eyes widened as he notice Charles hands placements, Harry glared at him suspiciously but it died down when he sees how comfortable and fine I am.

“Lecler, what a nice surprise” the two dabs each other but I was gaining worryingly not at Harry being drunk but for Charles who I think might make a fool out of himself around Charles. How many drinks did he had? My eyes glowered around the area but paused for a while when it landed on melon head who already was looking my way with a menacing glare obviously drunk too won’t a bottle of jack Daniel in his hand.

“Careful Leclerc, that one might bite” He makes a slick comment, sipping out of his bottle.

“You sound pathetic as hell, next” I shot back with an eye roll. He chuckles amusingly with a smirk on his face.

“I sound pathetic… that dress looks more pathetic maybe because it’s on you” He his voice spiked with frustration, might’ve hit a nerve in that spot, it was kinda funny if you really look at it that way.

“So does that big melon head of yours” I deadpanned and the fire explodes as he abruptly stood up tossing the bottle somewhere with a deep frown on his face and here I am being bold and big when I nearly forgot how tall he was but I take that back as soon as Charles stepped in between moving me behind him, his hand never leaving my waist and I swear I can feel my panties dampening from how hot that looks.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you, mate” Charles warned in this deep voice I never knew sounded even more attractive.

“Lewis… hey pal let’s air this outside but not in here” Harry pulls his arm back, Lewis brows deepened as he forms a fist nearly piping a vein. I can radiate a very serious rage coming out of him from that hard glare he was shooting my way as Charles made sure he wouldn’t dare pull a stunt.

“Tell your girl to not tempt me because I tend to get reckless with my mouth, let this be the final warning and next time shit won’t sweet” He tone was light than before, I felt a small breeze brush on me when he stormed off and I sensed incredible rush of anger coming from him.

“I apologize for-”

“No worries, I’m quite used to his aggressiveness anyways” Charles brushed it off releasing a breathless laugh with Harry. Harry averts his gaze to me as his face was rubbing pink obviously from all the drinking he’s been doing, he was checking to see if I was alright like the overprotective brother he always acted.

“Don’t think just because you’re a driver doesn’t mean you get to harm her, I’m armed…” He harshly warned with his words being slurred, he can barely even obtain his balance. I do hope Lewis keeps on a watch for this man but he’s such a jerk and so uptight I can’t even say not word to this man without him mean mugging.

“Harry, you’re harassing the man already. I’ll be fine, just please ease up on the drinking and be careful” I begged, removing the bottle out of his hand but thankfully his other friend came to his side reassuring he’ll keep on a good eye on him. I graciously thanked him with a wide smile and rushed out the club with Charles trailing behind closely.

Once the room card inserted, the small pad flashes green allowing the door to flung open with him trailing behind me but he just couldn’t wait any waste any further to crash his soft lips onto mines. My legs levitated from the ground and immediately wrapped around him as I have no clue where he was taking us but I felt a soft cushion against my back leaving him on top. Our kiss deepened passionately with the intrusion of our tongues and boy do I feel my panties dampening everytime, when he moves to another spot, it sent electric shocks all over my body wanting him more.

He cups my right breast as starts sensually sucking and biting on certain parts my neck all with my eyes shuts feeling every satisfaction aching in my bone. I grew anticipated when he suddenly stopped but then i realized he was leaning over me when I opened my eyes to meet his bright blue doe eyes- he looks like a adorable kid excited to play in the field, his hair was fluffier from the tugging I’ve been doing, his face flushing pink which I want to reach over and squeeze his cheeks and his lips that were now swollen and red.

“You are absolutely gorgeous” He whispers as he pulls on my strap to remove the straps of my dress as the cold breeze brushes against my nipple. He darts his eyes down at my exposed breast, I pushed him aside as I stood on my feet and removed the remaining of the fabric off my body letting it pool around my feet. At the sight of my naked body in front of him, I sashay my hips towards him and threw my leg over sitting on top of him.

“Putain de merde”

“You can do whatever you want with me tonight, I’m all yours” I whispered while leaving wet kisses all over his ear as my hands began to travel- now hold the fuck up, I just realized this man still got clothes on him.

“Baby, why is your clothes still on” I abruptly got up with my arms folded over my exposed chest, he stammers and looks down to realize the same thing. He eagerly removed every layer off his body except his boxers where a visible tent was notice, his face flushed red embarrassed that he was rock solid hard as he quickly covered it. He is so adorable. A light grin creeps up my face, the little jumper sprung out of his briefs, it was a pretty pink color with precum decorating the jumper not mention he was large. My mouth was itching swallow him.

“It hurts… real bad” He whimpers, a jumpstart to quake the ground down there. My hands can hardly wrap around his jumper which requires the use of two hands. His eyes were shut closed which means he have blue balls… poor baby. I started showering it with kisses all while stroking slowly and now his face expression became my favorite part, playing with his jumper and watching as he gets excited really quirked my heart fast. I decided to stop playing tricks with him and took him whole in my head as I bopped my head continuously twirling my tongue in the process. His moans were music to my ears that I hit replay all day, it’s so soft yet sweet which urged me to touch on myself as I fasten up the pace.

“M-Mel… Putain d'enfer” He chokes out, his lips parted open as his head leaned all the way back as he sings in my ears with his alluring moans and just as I expect he exploded in my mouth. Now that it bothers me but it was so warm against my tongue, I pulled away and looked up at him with his mess all over my mouth as his juice dripped down on my tits.

Despite looking like a total mess, he wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me into a kiss as he leads me onto his lap where I felt his tip tempting my core, his hands wanders its way in between my thigh and I melted the moment his cold fingers starts caressing my clit which I urged to grind my hips let alone a moan that escaped from my mouth as he paced faster. Before I could even run away from, he switch position leaving me underneath as he continued flickering my sensitive part. I was moaning like a mess careless who could’ve hear me at this rate, he pinned my arms above my head rather harsh and flushes his body against just so I hardly move.

I moaned incredibly loud when he pushed a finger inside of me, my body swiftly moves as he motioned back and forth leaving the sweet sensation all over my body.

“Look at me, mon amour”

Good lord his sexy accent makes it bittersweet. I knew it was bad idea to look into his alluring eyes, I gasped and scrunching my face when he pulled a two piece combo of one finger rubbing on my clit and one fucking me sensually. Damn, I want him so bad- oh! He found the spot, he noticed my expression and played in it for a while as a smirk creeped up on his face. He pulls out and sucked the soul out cleaning the juice off finger in every corner.

“Vous avez un goût délicieux” He says as he leaned down inserting his tongue into my mouth- damn I taste good! He pulls away trailing kisses down until he gets in between my thighs, he traces wet kisses along my ankle and I could’ve felt his warm breath fanning against my opening that was itching to be raw fucked. I arched my back when I felt his wet tongue on my folks, I looked down and his eyes was already gawking me like an eagle as he sucked the lifeless out of me. One thing about him, he doesn’t miss a show to watch his effect on me, he restrains my legs down from moving and I couldn’t do anything but wiggle underneath him as he practically made out with my desperate wet lips that were aching to get assaulted.

“I-I’m…fuck… close” I moaned out. I hold onto his hair for dear life as I felt myself about to explode, my toes curled and my back deepened it arch when it finally reach into that peak and just hearing the sound of him slurping every drop of my juice into his mouth as he continued to devour sparking up the fire in my core. I moaned practically cried out when I exploded into my second case, Charles pulls back and watches his work in progress. I couldn’t help but burst out into laughter at the mess on his face but it sure looks good on him.

“Loving the new face mask” I breathlessly joked.

“It’s my favorite one too, it’s called Mel’s juice” He smiles exposing his dimples as we both breathlessly laugh. He took a rise and so did his jumper, I furrowed my brows when he extends his hand out. I was hesitant at first but I had to come quick to my senses that I didn’t thought about all of this the min I let him walk in tasting me in his mouth. That shit was better than my old fling back home. I reluctantly took his hand despite the fact we was both bare naked and he leading me out to the balcony, he pulls me into a embrace as the cold breeze brushes past my skin and his lil jumper making a little surprise down there.

“Have you ever fucked in a balcony?” He asks, his trailing all over my body. My head falls back on his chest as he nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck feeling his wet tongue, certainly I have a lot of public sex but this one was absolutely bizarre. My room was on the top floor but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a large crowd of people downstairs and neighbors sleeping in hoping these thin walls hadn’t woke anyone up. I turned to face him and soon my left legs were lifted off from the ground leaving the other one down, he looks down and lines his cock with my opening.

“Charles, let’s- fuck…” I breathlessly moan as his throbbing cock finally rams into my pussy like the desperate whore it would be, his hands gripped my waist tight as he thrusts in with so much power, I can hardly hold myself up. The lovely music of our skin slapping and his singing vocals in my ear was just the sweetest thing ever, let alone how big and wet his strokes was igniting the flames all over my body. He felt so damn good. I can’t believe I’m fucking a F1 driver up in my hotel room, my roommate obsesses over this guy yet here I am getting dogged fucked by him.

“Fu-fuck…”

A small smirk lays upon his face knowing damn well he was behind all of moaning mess, I bit my lips trying to obtain any sound coming out of my mouth remembering I had neighbors next door but thay couldn’t be a simple task when he thrusted deep into my core hitting my G spot. Just the sight of the lustful frown plastered on his beet red face made me wetter even more making me forget about reality.

He seamlessly lifted me up with his body flushed against not allowing himself pull out as he takes us back inside, he gently placed me on the carpet floor and paused for a moment with his bright doe eyes staring into mines with a look of admiration, Charles fine ass fuck and he knows it.

“Tu es belle ma jolie fille” He spoke, it sounded so vanilla and sweet, my walls were beginning to clench around his cock. I don’t know what he said but overall his tops my favorite sex.

#writing #driver #black reader #smut #f1 x reader #random #charles leclerc #first post #imagine #18+ mdni

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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supermodel ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

"yeah, she's a master, my compliments."

summary: an episode of the måneskin tour vlog was uploaded and people are not having it. OR lester really tried not to cry as she spoke about her engagement and life with daniel ricciardo. danny only wanted to fulfill her dream without her worrying about the cost.

content warning: brief use of explicit language, fluff, dirty jokes (no smut), lester being me irl (mentions of money and middle class girlies), måneskin members making their appearance, smau/video clips content.

note: writing this to fulfill my imagination that someone would come swooping in and save me from my student loan (a joke, i will be pursuing press relations this year hopefully). i'm going to uni this year. also. we've had way too much unhinged danny and lester. that's why most of the posts i'm uploading are fluff or relating to babysitting toto wolff's kids. enjoy xx

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MÅNESKIN TOUR VLOG #2

[first caption: (italian) my fiancé is asking me if we should have a rustic-themed wedding. i told him "mio caro, if we want a good marriage, we can't use our yeehaw persona as a factor of our wedding!" he asked me if i had an input, all i said was "i haven't thought of anything yet."]

[second: person: and your wedding is in december. lester: we've hired a wedding planner, of course. whenever he's on a race or at home and i'm touring we would have a zoom meeting with our coordinator. i'm not being useless, i promise. my planner has been useful so far, and we've already come up with guests, location, entourages. it's challenging but exciting.]

[third: (italian) "your wedding is going to be amazing, from what i can hear" i hope so. danny pushed me into planning it out with him because i've told him about not wanting to impose. everything were so expensive- i still think everything's pricey. he pushed me, asking me what i want for our wedding. he didn't like it when i think about money, because apparently it's stopping me from pursuing my dreams.]

[fourth: (italian) i like to be independent and earn money on my own. but the kind of wedding that i wanted-it wasn't on my budget. when danny said "tell me what you want" all i can think about is him taking control of the matter. his budget, not mine. beggars can't be choosers.]

[fifth: he wants an answer. at first i wanted to joke, but then i remembered vividly watching a tape from the wedding of princess diana. she had this really nice dress. and she got married and she had all of these pictures in a palace. i told him, "if you don't mind, i would like to get married in a castle. be a princess for a day." he looked at me funny for thinking that he would be bothered by anything that i'm saying]

[sixth: i still feel like i'm imposing whenever i get invited to gatherings with/by his friends or family. it's like the same with (my) paddock passes- i know i've earned my place but it still feels like i'm not one of them and never will be. but the thing is: i love danny. he makes me feel like i belong somehow. and i feel like i'd be more than willing to give my body and soul to him as soon as he asks for it.]

[seventh: *sniffles* (italian) i need to stop speaking about him especially if he's not here. he's got some sort of sense when i speak about him and he'd text me (to ask) if i was chatting shit. but he's been amazing. i cannot imagine spewing out the worst things especially to/about him. those two years of being together and my six years of pining on twitter were worth it. i just hope he sees me as his equal not as a burden.]

bonus !!!

f1tillywolff posted !

user1 replied: "he's fiancé" sounds like danny saying "i'm baby!" while sipping on an apple juice lmfao 🤣

user2 replied: i'm sure with learning how to speak french fast, she should be able to learn and speak wombat.

user3 replied to user2: bestie wtf is speaking wombat? 😭

user2 replied to user3: it's when you can't speak joey, you resort to wombat.

f1tillywolff posted !

user1 replied: why am i even excited for the reception nood art painting 💀 it's nice to know she's still as messy

user2 replied: first pic really said "lester alessandro, h0rny on main, caught in 4k" 😔

f1tillywolff replied to user2: nah that's just lester being lester. it's been the wildest 2 years for us danester dumpster fans.

user3: her attention going from her fiancé to the mechanical bull really shows you where her priorities lie 🤡🤣

loressandro replied to user3: everything reminds me of him 🤠

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ilygetou · 2 years

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WEEK TWO DAY ONE | NON CON + DEGRADING. FT. ARMIN ARLERT.

PAIRING: armin alert x fem! reader.

C/W: non consensual, creampie, degrading, slight brat-taming, mean! armin, cursing, kinda of ooc cause armin is very sweet & nice but he's very mean here, MINORS DNI!!

N0TE: bro this is kinda rushed + i'm slowly starting to lose motivation for kinktober since my posts aren't appearing in the tags.

P.S: not much degrading, since i forgot this was supposed to have so much degrading in it, sorry for the girlies that have a degrading kink and have been waiting for this, i failed you </3

armin was tired of it. he was tired of you using him. he was so tired of you talking to him just for work.

notes? armin. homework? armin. classwork? armin. projects and assignments? armin.

“armin, homework?” you would always ask to copy form him and he always answers you with a grin on his face, his eyes soft as he hands you the work. even though, deep down, armin was filled with hatred and loathe.

armin is disgusted by you, armin hates you.

but always late at night, armin would find himself fisting his cock to the thought of you, getting off to the thought of you sucking his cock.

armin was more disgusted by himself than you, how can he get aroused by a girl like you? a girl that doesn‘t care about her friends or anyone‘s feelings – a girl who only cares about herself and doen‘t even know what’s happening around her, a girl who uses others to benefit for herself.

but still, everyday, every single fucking day, armin would be stroking his cock while he scrolls through your instagram and zooms on pictures of you with your cleavage out, your ass, zooms on your panties when you have your legs slight apart or when you’re wearing a short skirt revealing your panties to anyone who prays attention to the photo. armins least favorite part was the comment section, opening the comments just to find a bunch of men thirsting over you, along with his friends too.

he would always grip his phone with anger, and immediately log out of his account.

today, as soon as armin finished masturbating a sudden text from you popped up in his notifications.

“todays notes? pretty please :(”

armin huffs in annoyance, all of his hatred towards you comes running straight back. but armin still obliges, sending you an “ok :)” and then sending you the notes right after, without any hesitation.

but after days passed, armin started actually getting sick of you. why don’t you ask someone else for the notes? why don’t you pay attention in class? he was tired of it.

armin started ignoring you, his phone was blowing up with message from you and armin thanked god that you guys got a week off otherwise he probably won’t handle your whining and complaining.

this led you to showing up to armins doorstep, banging on his apartment door. “armin! s’ me!” and he would immediately recognize your voice, armin would let out a scoff as he gets up from his desk to unlock the door. And as soon as he does, you were met with a exhausted looking armin, eye bags under his eyes indicting that he has been studying the whole week with no rest at all.

without wasting a second, you invited yourself into his apartment, “what? do you need anything?” armin said, nonchalantly. a quick fake pout covered your face, “whaat? are you not happy to see me?” you whined to which armin clicked his tongue at.

you quickly brushed it off and went straight to the reason on why you’re here; “why haven’t you been answering my messages?” you said with your phone in your hand, shaking it in your hand while having the chat between you and armin open – showing him how much you’ve been spamming.

“m’ busy,” armin quickly said to which you frowned at, “busy doing what?” to which armin quickly response with; “studying.” you let out a scoff, “yeah right, for a whole week?” armin shrugged to which you clenched your fists at, “busy studying y/n, i don’t have time unlike you” you felt anger boil up inside you by armins words, “i’m busy too!” armin let’s out a chuckle, “busy doing what? busy partying? busy sleeping with a new man every day?” your eyes widened, “what the fuck, armin?”

armin walked back to his desk – he seated himself on his chair, and held his pen in-between his fingers, “do you need anything, y/n?” you almost wanted to say no but who else would send you the notes other than armin? “yeah, need you send me all the notes from last week,” a small smirked formed on the corner of armins lips he placed his hand on his chin before he started speaking.

“sure, i’ll send you the notes” a smile of victory covered your face before armin started speaking again, “but, only if you let me have s-sex with you” armin stuttered – his shy personality still there. your smile immediately dropped when you heard armin, “with you? you’re probably a virgin” you chuckled before armin got up from his place and cornered you between the wall.

“i am?” it was armins turn to laugh, his hands roamed your body, “do you want the notes or not?” armins hand slowly made their way under your shirt – making contact with your breasts. “i-i do!” your breathe hitched, your eyes widened. the armin right now, is a different armin.

armin tucked down your shirt, your tits bouncing from the impact, “no bra?” armin snickered before he started toying with them, pinching and twisting your nipples, enjoying your reactions. as you squirm underneath him.

his hand making their way downwards, toying with the end of your underwear. his pointer finger rubbing your cunt from above the fabric, creating a wet damp on your panties. “oh? you’re enjoying this? what a slut.”

you shook your head, “no, not a slut” you managed to let out – armin gripped your hair, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. “don’t lie y/n, don’t even try to deny it. i see you throwing yourself at a new guy every day, pressing your breasts against him as you ask for help with your homework later at your place just for it to end up with you stuffed full of his cock, am i right?” for armin, that was just guess. everything he said was a guess. but he knew he was right when he saw how your eyes widened at his words.

“seems like i’m right” he whispered into your ears, you were slightly trying to break free from armins grip on you – but he was way too far stronger than you. “don’t even try,” armin was staring at you from above, his eyes full of hatred.

armin carried you and then seated you on his desk, pushing his books and papers aside. armin forcefully spread your legs apart, “s-stop..” armin shushed you – a wide evil smirk on the corner of his lips, armin pulled your panties before he let’s go of them, watching as they snap back to your aching cunt “this thing is in my way,” armin spoke – referring to your white panties that was keeping armin away from your slicked cunt.

without any hesitation, armin ripped your panties, causing you to let out a gasp — “what the fuck! n-no!” armin let out a light chuckle at your reaction, his blonde hair covering his eyes as he laughed at your weak state.

your dripping cunt was on full display for armin, your wet folds and your tight hole fully exposed for armin to see. armin’s cock throbbed in his pants as he stared at your pussy, he licked his lips before he tugged down his pants, his cock sprung out, causing you to slowly back away.

“want you to help me” armin slurred, you shook your head, repeating “no” as armin got closer to you. “you can’t say no, no isn’t an option.” tears started to swell up at the corner of your eyes and armin could almost feel bad, but the memory of you using him encourages him to continue his vile acts.

armin gave his cock a few strokes before lining it up your entrance, teasing your cunt by pushing his length in and slowly slipping it out — his tip nudging your clit which made you cover your mouth to stop any sounds from slipping. armin then forcefully shoves his cock deep within your pussy, a groan follow right after. “pussy so warm” armin said as he slowly starts thrusting into you.

armin dick was dragging along your velvet colored walls, his thrusts slow and gentle, not breaking his rhythm. “already so obsessed with this slutty pussy, so tight & warm, fuck.” armin uttered. armins thrusts slowly turned into rough-fast thrusts, his hips bucking into you aggressively.

you finally decided to give up and let your moans fall from your lips as armin continued to ruin & abuse your pussy with his mean, rough thrusts. “you like this, don’t you? always having different men use this pussy of yours, s’ finally my turn” armin spat. slight groans left armin as your cunt fluttered around his dick, deliciously.

while armin was whispering degrading words into your ears, he was getting closer & closer to his climax. “oh fuck, getting close, shit.” his dick was hitting your deepest spot, that spongy spot that made you feel so good and made you moan out loudly.

your cries mixed with your moans had armins cock twitch inside your cunt, “ah — fuck!” armin hisses, his thrusts not losing their rhythm, despite turning messy and sloppy.

“g’nna cum, fuckfuck!” armin let out a loud muffled moan as he emptied his balls, deep inside your pussy. his hot spurts making you feel so full.

armins breath hitched, letting out low pants. as soon as armin settled down from his high orgasm, he pulled out of your cunt, slowly. his semen dripping from your entrance and ruining the desk.

armin hummed in satisfaction, a smile of victory on plastered on his face. your messy cunt, your crying face, that was all caused by armin.

armin was proud of himself.

“maybe, you’re g’nna have to do this everytime you want something from me, how about that?” armin questioned in delight. you couldn’t respond, just sobbing silently.

“will take this as a yes, now go on & get yourself cleaned — don’t wanna have you staying here for too long.” armin was ready to leave before he adds on; “ah, also, will send you the notes later, thank you for entertaining me for a bit.” you watched as armin left to clean himself in the bathroom, causing you to cry much harder.

no matter how much you cry though, armin was certain that you will be coming back here, crawling. begging him to send you all the work.

#aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #armin smut #armin x y/n #armin x reader #armin aot #aot x you #attack on titan x reader

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Way the Cookie Crumbles

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x child reader

Request: Can you take on of the Batman wayne family adventures webtoon chapters and add a baby sister ( maybe the last cookie one its my favorite 🥹💕)

Request by: @spidyyparker

(Sorry if this was not what you were looking for, and if it wasn’t lmk and I’ll try my best to fix it!!)

*not my gif*

Summary: There’s a tradition your family has, and it’s about time you introduce it to the newest member of your chaotic family

A/N: This is from WFA on Webtoon so the credits go to the amazing creator of it; this was so much fun to make (even though it’s short) so when requests open up can someone please request more from different chapters?

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“-and for the record,” Jason continued, taking off his helmet as he walked, “I’m only here for Alfred’s baking.”

Tim rolled his eyes playfully, “We all know you like it here. Besides,” He continued with a small smile as he saw the youngest member of the family running towards them in the hallway, “when else would you be able to see Y/n?”

Jason allowed a small smile to grow on his face upon hearing this, “Fine… the last part I agree with.” He mumbled, holding his arms out for you to run into.

You let him pick you up with a giggle, smiling even more as your second eldest brother spun you around up in the air.

“I still don’t understand why we all came back here.” Duke said in confusion, still smiling slightly like all of the others were at the sight before them.

“We have… a tradition.” Cass explained with a smile, skipping over and taking you out of Jason’s arms, much to his dismay.

You let out another giggle as she rubbed her nose playfully against yours and her hair tickled your cheeks.

She walked into the dining room, closely followed by the others.

“Isn’t it way past your bedtime, missy?” She asked in a fake stern voice, and you laughed even more.

“N-no!” You tried to deny, burying your face in her shoulder so she wouldn’t see the grin that would clearly give away your lie.

A tired Bruce took you out of his other daughter's arms, sparing you a small smile, “Hey, sweetie.”

You giggled once again, putting your hands on either side of your fathers face, “Hi, daddy.”

He took you and sat you down in the seat between him and Damian, who gave you a single nod of acknowledgement.

You began happily munching on some cookies and cake, watching all of your siblings chat and laugh all around you.

Duke looked down at the cookie in his hand, “So if no one gets injured during patrols, Alfred makes pastries? That’s the deal?”

You nodded along, not really knowing what he was talking about, but you got treats out of the deal so you didn’t really care.

“Yeah.” Cass laughed as she watched you try to look like you knew what you were talking about, “His cookies have won awards. That’s our trad-“

She cut herself off, eyes widening for a brief second before narrowing to slits.

Everybody else at the table seemed to halt as well- minus you, who was happily babbling to your father about who knows what, and Bruce who was just nodding along while glancing over his newspaper.

Their eyes all widened or narrowed, zooming in on the final cookie on the table.

“The last cookie…” Cass said dramatically, death glaring at all of her siblings as if to tell them not to get any ideas.

Then the room exploded into chaos.

Within seconds, your siblings were all out of their chairs, pushing and shoving each other out of the way in order to get to the precious cookie first.

Kicks were being thrown, curses were being yelled, threats were being made. In other words, it was just a typical night in the Wayne household.

You just kept babbling on to your father happily as he just slipped his coffee, covering your ears with his hands every once and a while when someone- definitely not Jason- would say something particularly bad.

“-And this is why I am the superior Robin. None of you are equal-“

You let out a loud laugh as Jason tackled your youngest older brother to the floor in hopes of getting the cookie, putting your hands over your mouth in amusement.

He began running away and had to stop himself from saying something that your young ears probably shouldn’t hear yet, instead settling on taunting his siblings with, “Suckers!”

Damian was quick to get payback though, jumping on top of his older brother while Tim grabbed his feet, sending the man flying towards the floor, who let out a curse as the dessert was sent soaring across the room.

Your eyes widened as you watched it land right on top of your fathers coffee mug, and your head snapped over to all your siblings to watch their reactions.

Time was frozen for a moment as everyone just stared at each other, before your father smirked, kissing the top of your head as he stood up and got into a defensive stance.

“Bring it.” He said cockily.

They all grinned and attacked your father all at once, you being his number one supporter and cheerleader.

“Go, daddy! Get the cookie! Don’t let them have it! Go, daddy, go!” You cheered from your spot at the table, picking up your fathers discarded coffee mug and bringing it to your lips.

You made a face immediately at the bitter taste that seemed to burn your mouth and put it down quickly.

“Coffee’s for grown ups, Y/n!” Bruce called as he blocked all his attacks with ease, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“Yeah,” Jason continued, trying to punch his adopted father in the throat, “Don’t want to end up like Timmy!”

Said boy let out an offended noise as he tried to smack the cookie out of Bruce’s hand.

Just then, Cass came out of nowhere and kicked his hand successfully, sending the cookie once again flying through the room, landing in none other than Alfred’s hand.

“Ahem.” He cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention, “None the worse for wear, I see.”

You had no idea what he said, but you laughed loudly anyway.

He walked over to your chair, smiling down at you as he handed you the cookie, patting your head before looking up at the family, “Welcome home.”

You laughed loudly again, biting into the cookie, “I won! I got the cookie!”

It was then your family’s turn to laugh.

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker

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thewhiskersonkittens · 1 year

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Call Me

Pairing: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Female Reader.

Summary: After you both find yourselves suddenly single right around Valentine’s Day, you and Nick “Goose” Bradshaw give the “Single's Connection” dating line a call on impulse. You both are pleasantly surprised with what you find on the other end of the line. 📞💋🔥

Warnings: Smut, strong s*xual dialogue, curse words. phone s*x, m*sturb*tion, Goose being a freak, sleazy late-night TV commercials, outrageous landline phone bills in the pre-Internet era. Minors please DNI! 18+.

Word Count: 5,713.

A/N: Minors please DNI! 18+. You are responsible for the content you choose to consume. I did a little bit of research on the old 1-900 numbers that used to be advertised for this sort of thing. I’m sure what I describe here in the story isn’t 100% accurate as to how those phone numbers worked exactly but I kindly ask to be overlooked on that.

Hope you enjoy my trashy mind. ;)

Goose sighed as he slumped into the recliner in his apartment on base. He ran his hand through his dirty blond hair. He didn't know why he was getting so worked up. Valentine's Day wasn't a real holiday, or at least it shouldn't be. It was just pure commercialism. It was something chicks made a big deal about and dudes went along with it just to keep their girl happy. But there was something painful about being dumped right before Valentine's Day. It hurt like hell.

His date to a party at the Officer's Club had canceled last minute. She was now the third consecutive dud Goose had in the dating world. He had no problem meeting attractive women, especially with Maverick by his side, but it seemed like it always went nowhere.

"Don't worry, Goose," Maverick told him in the Miramar locker room after training was complete for the day. The pilot quietly told him he would check with Charlie and see if she knew anyone to fill the spot. Goose only shook his head no.

"Thanks, Mav, you're a real pal. But I'll pass. By the way, you do know you and Hot Teacher Lady aren't exactly a secret, right?"

Maverick and Charlie's relationship was obvious to anyone with a fully functional brain and set of eyes. It was kind of funny watching Maverick trying to keep it under wraps. Goose's best friend was anything but subtle.

Back in his apartment, Goose took a swig from a half empty bottle of Budweiser that he had left on his coffee table. He washed down the lukewarm liquid as he flipped on the TV.

He scanned through the channels, not really looking for anything other a mindless distraction. He landed on a commercial featuring a buxom, platinum blonde.

"I'm tired of being alone!" She proclaimed through the television.

"Yeah, you and me both, honey," Goose bitterly said out loud more to himself than to the woman in the box.

"That's why I'm calling the Single's Connection!" The woman went on.

The camera zoomed in on a shot of her picking up the phone and dialing.

A montage of other ridiculously good looking people smiling and chatting on the phone played as a sultry female voice over narrated:

"Talk to real singles in your area now! It's a fun, easy way to meet someone new and it's always discreet. Give the "Singles Connection" a call at 1-900..."

Goose couldn't help but scoff.

"I'm sure all these hotties must have a really, really hard time in the dating department."

Goose joked as he watched the obviously paid spokes-models on the screen, polishing off the rest of his beer.

The first woman from before appeared back on the screen.

"What are you waiting for?! Call me now and let's make a connection!"

The commercial ended and switched to a different one.

"Call me now and let's make a connection!" Goose mimicked.

What a crock of shit. He thought as he sat down his beer bottle. His eyes flickered to the cordless phone on his table. He raised an eyebrow as he stared at it. It was as if the device was silently daring him. He had never once entertained the idea of actually calling those dating hotlines. He figured a guy must be really desperate to resort to doing that and the girls on the other end were probably nowhere as sexy as the commercial portrayed.

"Nahhh..." Goose laughed at himself as he shook his head.

Yet, curiosity got the best of him. He picked up the handset and pulled out the long antenna.

"God, this is so stupid," He muttered. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this."

He punched in the number and went through all the prompts. It apparently was one of those lines where you left a voice recording of you describing yourself and what you were looking for and if someone was interested they would give you a call.

"Hi, ladies, my name's Goose." He spoke into the receiver. "I'm six foot two, one hundred and seventy pounds. I have dark blond hair and brown eyes. For a living I...well, let's just say I have the most bitchin' job in the world. It's guaranteed to make your ex jealous. I'm not rich but I do know how to show a girl a good time. I hope you like the Grand Slams at Denny's and don't mind being picked up in a pretty rad Ford truck. In my spare time, I like playing the piano and singing "Great Balls of Fire" at the top of my lungs and pissing off my peers with my best friend. Anyway, I'm looking for a girl who thinks Valentine's Day sucks as much as I do and is bored and just wants to talk. Yeah, I don't have very high standards. I guess that's pretty obvious, huh? I mean, here I am calling the “Singles Connection” after all. So if you think I'm the stud for you, give me a ring. And by the way, I do have a mustache and I wear Hawaiian shirts in public with no shame. But don't let that scare you off. I'll rock your world, honey. "

Goose could hardly keep a straight face as he ended the message with his phone number. He figured no girl would ever respond to such a silly message.

With a chuckle he put the phone back in the cradle. He got up to go finish the previous night's dishes and when he was done he returned to the recliner and dozed in and out of sleep while watching some more TV.

A few hours later, the phone started ringing, stirring him awake.

Goose looked at the phone ringing and glanced at his watch. It was almost midnight. Who was calling this late?

...

"Hello?" Goose answered. No one said anything. "Hello?" He tried again.

He heard nothing but a faint gasp and the sound of a click. The caller on the other end hung up. Goose looked at the phone in his hand in disbelief.

A minute later, it rang again. He answered on the second ring and hesitated before speaking.

"Helllooo?" Goose asked, slowly and carefully.

A deep breath was inhaled and exhaled on the other end. Finally, a female voice spoke.

"Um, yes, hello," You said, timidly. "Uh, hi. Is this...Goose?"

You sounded so unsure.

"The one and only," Goose replied.

You cleared your throat, took another deep breath and said:

"Hi, there. I'm Y/ N. I heard your message on the Single's Connection."

Goose about shot up out of his chair when he realized what was going on. He had practically forgotten about calling that number and that silly message he left.

"Holy shit...." He leaned forward and clasped his hand over his mouth.

"Is this a bad time?" There was a hint of disappointment in your voice.

"No, no, no!" Goose assured. He chuckled. "I'm sorry. It's just...I didn't expect anyone to actually call me back."

"I'm sorry for hanging up on you earlier," You explained. "It's just I've never done this before. You know, call one of these 1-900 numbers."

"Yeah, it's the first time for me, too." Goose said.

You both breathed a sigh of relief. It made you both calm down and relax.

Goose leaned back in his chair.

"Well, I'm...I'm glad you called! So, you say your name is Y/N? That's a really pretty name."

"Aww, thanks," You replied. "But Goose isn't your real name. Is it?"

Goose laughed. "Hehe. It might as well be. In my line of work it's what everyone calls me."

You smiled on the other end of the line.

"What line of work is that?"

Goose smiled proudly.

"I'm in the Navy. For now, stationed right here in sunny San Diego. I ride in the back of some really bad ass jets. I'm basically like an extra set of eyes for my pilot. I play with the radio and watch the radar, among other things. If we happen to come across an enemy pilot, we keep up foreign relations. Communicate with the single finger salute. We're really friendly like that, you know. All in all...it's...it's..."

He pretended to struggle to find the words. "It's pretty much the best damn job in the world."

You were giggling on the other end.

"Wow, yeah! That does sound really cool. Bitchin', I think is what you called it?"

Goose laughed, remembering he had said that in his message. "Yes, ma'am. Bitchin'."

You spent a few minutes telling him what you did for a living and described what you looked like. You cleared your throat and shifted in your bed. You pressed the receiver closer, so close the pressure started to hurt your ear so you loosened up a bit.

"Hey, um," You start. "I hope you don't mind me asking this... " You take another breath. "But I gotta know something. You know, before we go on..."

"Ask away. I'm an open book."

You laugh nervously. "So..you aren't married, right?"

You grimaced at the thought. Messing around with a married man, even just over the phone, was a line you wouldn't cross.

At first Goose was a little bit taken aback by the question. But it was a reasonable question to ask. Just because it was called the "Single's Connection" didn't mean only single people used the service.

"Oh, God, no!" He said. "Nah, no lucky lady has claimed me yet."

He paused and thought about it.

"Are you?!" He asked, quickly. "You know, married?"

You exhaled a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"Oh, God, no!" You repeated.

"No, I'm not married. I'm single as a freakin' Pringle!"

You immediately thought that sounded like a such a dorky thing to say but you smiled when you heard him laughing.

"Well, good," Goose said, relieved as much as you were. "That's...that's a very good thing to know."

"That's part of the reason why I called tonight," You told him. He didn't respond and you went on:

"I, uh...um...God, I don't know why I'm telling you this. But I just wanted to talk to someone tonight." You paused and twisted the telephone cord around your finger.

"Well, talk to me, honey. I'll listen. That's why I called, too. Just to talk. All jokes aside. "

His voice was so soothing and friendly. You had only been speaking to this guy for a few minutes but he seemed really warm and funny just like he did on his message. Not at all like some creep you expected to get on these hotlines. It also sounded like he had a little bit of twang when he spoke. A sweet Southern man, you thought.

"So you know it's Valentine's Day this weekend, right? I was supposed to go with my boyfriend on this romantic getaway..." You paused and then quickly clarified:

"My now EX boyfriend, that is! Anyway, so we had these plans set months in advance. We were going to go to this really nice cabin resort in Colorado. Oh God, the pictures of it looked so beautiful. But I found out he's been sneaking around on me! He's been hooking up with his ex for weeks."

You scoffed at reliving it all. "Maybe even longer than that. Shit, I don't know. I feel like such a fool. We had been together awhile now. And I thought...I actually thought...we'd...God. I thought this trip was where he would ask me to marry him."

Your voice cracked at the end but you weren't crying or even tearing up. You had no tears to waste on a cheater.

"I guess I thought wrong, huh?" You concluded.

Goose remained silent for a moment. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to a story like that. He went with the first thing that popped into his mind.

"You were going to go on a romantic getaway to Colorado?!" He asked, incredulous. "What's so romantic about having snow all the way up to your ass?!"

You burst out laughing while Goose went on.

"I mean, no offense, dear, but Hawaii is where it's at!"

"Pffft!, " You playfully spit. "Oh, please! Yeah, Hawaii is nice but it's so cliche. Everyone goes to Hawaii! Or the Bahamas. Or the Virgin Islands. Or the Florida Keys..."

"Yeah, cause they know warm weather is better than freezing-your-nuts-off weather anytime!" Goose interjected.

You both laughed. God, this girl is really sweet. Goose thought. You had such a sweet, lovely voice and you described yourself so pretty. Of course, there was the possibility you were lying about that but he knew you weren't. You were very pretty. Inside and out. He just knew it.

"No, but seriously, Y/N," Goose said. "I'm sorry that happened to you, sugar. And here I was sitting 'round moping just because I had a date cancel on me. You got it much worse. You deserve way better. You dumped his sorry ass, right?"

"Absolutely!" You confirmed. "No regrets. I figure I dodged a bullet."

"Good girl."

Something about that made you shift. Underneath the sheets you felt a tingling sensation in between your legs. It was the other part of the reason why you called. You were looking to get off. It had been awhile.

"Hey, um, Goose? There's something else...I,um, hehe... there's something else. I don't know...if you'd even be up for it?"

"Yes? What is it, honey?"

He really should stop calling you the pet names. He had no idea what it was doing to you or perhaps he did? You assumed it was just a thing that came naturally to him, being from the South and all.

"So..." You began. You told yourself to grow up and just spit it out.

"I know we both said we just wanted to talk but the truth is..."

You trailed off. You took another deep breath and put it out there.

"I'm all alone and I'm feeling...like I need someone to help me release some tension."

Your voice had a slight change in it. You wondered if he knew what you were getting at. He sure did.

Lord have mercy. Goose thought. Somebody pinch me. This is too good to be true! Phone sex was one of his biggest kinks. He had done it before with previous girlfriends especially while being on a lengthy deployment. He always ended up regretting it when he got the phone bill but it was one weakness he couldn't resist.

"Goose?" You asked, worried he might have hung up. "Are you still there?"

“Yeah, I'm still here," He said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"So...just to make things clear. You're feeling horny, honey? And you want me to talk dirty to you? Is that it?"

You felt your cheeks get hot and you were certain you were blushing every shade of red right now.

"Is that right, Y/N?" Goose asked. His voice had become more honeyed and an octave deeper. He had turned on his bedroom voice.

"Yes," You breathlessly admitted. "Yes, Goose. That's right."

"Oh, honeyyy...," His always drawl came out thicker when he felt turned on which was happening rapidly even though nothing had got started yet. "I'd be more than happy to help you!"

You felt the tingling sensation in between your legs again and this time it felt like it was starting to throb.

"OK, so what do I do?" You asked, softly, your heart beating faster. "I've never done this before."

"That's all right. Where are you right now?"

"I'm in my bed."

Goose hummed. "OK, that's good. What are you wearing?"

You looked down at yourself as if you forgotten what you had on. You told him you had on an old cotton T shirt and shorts. You realized you hadn't exactly thought this whole thing through.

"Yeah, I'm not exactly in my sexiest attire," You joked. "I told you this is my first time doing something like this."

"Hey, that's A OK with me, baby," Goose reassured. He asked if you wearing anything underneath.

"No?"

"Great. Take them off. All of it. The shirt and the shorts."

"I'll have to set the phone down for just a second."

"Take your time, sweetheart."

You flung back your bed sheets and did as Goose instructed. The cool air in your bedroom made your unclothed body pebble up but you knew you weren't going to stay cold for long.

"I'm back," You said, raising the receiver to your ear again.

Goose shut his eyes trying to picture you, lying naked on your bed right now. He bet it was a really pretty picture.

He opened his eyes and continued.

"All right. I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath for me. Clear your mind. C'mon, honey, close your eyes and take a deep breath. This won't work if you're not completely relaxed."

You scooted yourself all the way back on your bed so that your back was flush with your head board. You both took a few deep breathes together.

"Keep your eyes closed for me." Goose told you. "I want you to imagine something. Think about your snowy Colorado cabin, OK? Think about how beautiful it is."

"OK," You whispered. You concentrated very hard.

"I want you to really picture it, honey. Picture the most cozy, comfy log cabin. It's big and spacious. There's a King size bed. With super soft red and black plaid sheets. There's a wood burning stove in the corner. There's a nice, crackling fire going. It's the only source of light in the whole room besides a few candles that are lit. Inside it smells like oranges, cinnamon and cloves. All those sweet winter smells. On the table, there's a bouquet of two dozen long stem red roses and a basket with wine and chocolates. Outside, it's snowing. It's a light fluffy snow and it's coming down at a steady pace."

"Mmmm..." You hummed. It all started to take shape in your mind. "You make it sound so lovely."

"There's floor to ceiling windows." Goose continued. "No shades. No curtains. No blinds. If there was anyone standing outside, they could see right in. They'd have a perfect view of you. Lying completely naked on the bed..."

Goose was looking straight ahead but the only thing he could see was the picture he was painting with his words.

"But there's no one there," He whispered low into the receiver. "There's no one there but you and me, baby."

Your breath hitched as the fantasy started to turn sexual.

"Can you feel me, baby?" Goose asked. "I'm right there with you in the bed. I'm naked, too. I'm on top of you. We're looking into each other's eyes and I'm stroking your hair..."

"Are you kissing me?" You asked. You had the phone receiver nestled in the crook of your neck. You were starting to move your hands up and down and all over your body. You were feeling much more relaxed.

Goose smiled. "Mmm...yes, honey. I'm kissing you. Kissing your soft, sweet lips..."

Goose moaned just thinking about it.

"Your tongue on mine. Over and over and over. I'm kissing you all over your body. Mmmm...kissing your pretty little face. Kissing your chin and then right along your jawline. All the way down your neck...mmmm...You feel my mustache tickling your skin, baby?"

You giggled. "Mmmm...I bet it does tickle!"

"It's going tickle you everywhere. Everywhere."

You moaned at the scene playing out in your mind. You began to toy with your pebbled nipples and it made you start squirming.

"What are you doing, baby?" Goose asked. "Are you touching yourself already?"

"I'm playing with my nipples," You replied and you hear him make a throaty noise. "Are you going to suck on them, daddy? I want you to."

You had no idea if Goose was into the "daddy" kink thing. You knew from your experience some guys were and some guys weren't. His moan on the other end of the line confirmed he didn't mind it.

"Hold that thought, honey." Goose said.

Goddamn, this girl is going to be the death of me. He thought as he sat the handset down so he could pull off his shirt. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly. He was getting harder and harder by the minute. He moved a box of tissues closer. He was definitely going to need them later.

"You there?" Goose asked when he picked up again.

"I'm here, baby, " You breathed, still stimulating your nipples with wet fingertips. "I'm here with you in the cabin. We're in the sheets. You're kissing me all over. You were going to give my nipples some attention."

"Mmm, yes, " Goose started to palm himself over his underwear. "I bet you got luscious titties, don't you? Do you like it when daddy kisses your titties, baby? Kiss, lick, suck." He made a popping noise as if he just sucked and released one of your nipples. "I love me some titties, darlin'."

"Who doesn't?" You said and you both laughed.

"That's true. Very true!" Goose agreed.

There were two types of people in the world as far as he was concerned. Those who love titties and those who lied about not loving titties.

"Are you going to titty fuck me, daddy?" You asked.

It caught Goose so off guard he didn't recognize his own voice when he made an ungodly moan and almost dropped the handset. He never had a woman ask him to do that before. Over the phone or in-person. It made him pull himself out of his underwear and let his now raging hard-on be free.

"Oh, honeyyy," He drawled. "Fuck yesss..."

You crossed your arms over your stomach so your breasts pressed together.

"Just like that, baby," You begged, picturing him sliding up and down in between your breasts. "Feels so good...mmm...yes, that's it..."

Goose couldn't help but be slightly amused.

"You're a little freak, aren't you?"

You gasped.

"So are you!" You defended with a laugh.

"Of course I am!" Goose licked his lips. “I’m a man after all and I’m in the Navy. It goes without saying. Aww, yes, honey...I'm fuckin' those great titties of yours."

He was steadily stroking himself now. You reached down in between your legs and started rubbing your nub with your manicured hand. You both continued to go back and forth about what you were doing to each other. You were going to put him in your mouth and suck him off. He was going to continue his journey down the length of your body. Kissing, licking, sucking, he assured you he would leave hickeys all over your skin.

"Don't worry," Goose told you . "They'll all be in places where nobody can see."

"Mmm...you're such a gentleman, " You teased. "Turns me on even more."

Goose snickered. "Hehe. I might be a gentleman but trust me, baby, before it's all over, I'll have you acting very unlady-like."

You sighed. "God, yes, please...."

Goose told you about how he was going to use both his mouth and fingers on you.

"I'm in between your legs now, honey. You taste so fuckin' good. Mmmm...You feel it? I like to take my time. Licking that pretty pussy of yours. Over and over and over. Is it pretty, isn't it, darlin'? Pretty just like the rest of you. Then I'm gonna take my fingers..."

He paused and gave them a wiggle before he went on:

"I'm going to take my fingers...my middle and ring fingers...and I'm gonna push them in and out. In and out, baby. Real slow at first..."

You had long since slid down your headboard and you were writhing in your sheets and moaning and panting heavy into the phone. The more this went on, the hotter it got and the more real it seemed.

"That's right, honey, " Goose praised you. "You feel these fingers in you? In and out. Mmm...and I'm still licking you. Mmmm...I'm going to go a little faster. Yeah, faster, faster. That's right. You're getting so wet for me."

You whimpered. "Yesss...Oh God, yes!"

It was true. You were getting wetter and wetter. You rubbed yourself faster.

"That's right, honey." Goose encouraged, loving hearing how you were getting more and more worked up.

"How hard are you right now?" You asked. "You gonna put it in me, baby? I want you inside of me."

Goose looked down and saw he was hard as a rock. He pumped himself faster.

"I'm ready for you, sweetheart. I'm so ready."

He pictured you naked and turned on and all spread eagle for him. It was a gorgeous sight. He just knew it.

"You feel me?" He asked. "I'm right up against you. I'm rubbing against you right now. You ready, darlin'?"

"Please!" You cried.

"I'm going in, sugar." Goose's breathing was becoming as heavy and as labored as yours. "I'm inside you now. You feel so good, baby. Yesss, so damn good. Mmm...You feel me sliding inside of you? Mmm...In and out. In and out..."

"Don't stop!" You practically wailed. You were rubbing yourself vigorously.

"Aww, no, no, no," Goose grinned. "No, baby. I'm not stopping. I'm just getting started. In and out....Mmm... You're so fuckin' good... You feel so good...You feel the rhythm, baby? The nice rhythm we got going?"

Goose exhaled. "Ahhh. You feel soooo good!"

He had no doubt in his mind that in real life you felt incredible.

"Harder.." Your plea was just a breathy moan. Goose heard it but decided to tease you a little bit.

"What's that, darlin'? What did you say?"

You were so wet at this point you were starting to leave wet spots on your sheets.

"Harder, daddy, please!" You begged. Your back was arched and while your one hand was busy stimulating yourself, your other hand was putting your fingers in your mouth.

"Ah, you want me to fuck you harder, honey? You like it rough? Can you handle it, baby?"

Goose was starting to wonder how much more he himself could handle. You both were moaning in unison, both of you getting closer and closer.

"I'm right above you," Goose said. "I'm holding you down and I'm driving my hips into you. Over and over. Mmm...faster and faster...Mmm...you feel so fuckin' good! ...Yesss...So deep inside you...Hehe...I can hear how wet you are, honey..."

It was true. The noises you making were becoming obscene.

Goose couldn't help but feel a bit of an ego boost.

"You're making me feel so proud, honey. Keep it up. Atta girl. Yeah, that's it! Come and take it, baby! It's all yours!"

You weren't going to last much longer.

"Holy shit!" You cried. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"You gonna do what, baby? You gonna come for me? Is that it? I want you to."

You were a blubbering, whimpering mess. It was all you could do was moan into the phone. Your legs were shaking.

Goose was still pumping away.

"Ah, I love those sounds you're making," He groaned. "Like music to my ears, honey. Come on, baby. Yeah, that's good. Mmm...You can come, baby. I'll let you..."

He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt his own crescendo about to happen.

He cradled the phone in the crook of his neck as he reached for a handful of tissues.

"Come with me, darlin'," Goose egged you on. "Come with me. Come on...you can do it. You can do it, baby. Come with me...Ahhh!!!"

"Ohhh, babyyy!!! " You managed to cry. It seemed to be the thing that finally made you both come undone. Your whole body spasmed as you rode out your climax, uncontrollably moaning into the phone. You heard him grunting in rapid succession and knew he was feeling the release too.

You both listened to each other catch your breath for a minute.

Goose chuckled. "Look what you made me do, honey. I made a mess."

You were still trying to come back down to earth. You continued to ride your pleasure wave with little breaths, moans, and whimpers.

"So?..." Goose asked. He discarded the used tissues in the trash can and reached for his pack of Marlboro's. "How are you feeling now?"

He was hoping he helped you out at least a little bit. You certainly helped him.

You cleared your throat, still trying to recover. You opened your mouth to say something but you couldn't help but start giggling. Softly at first and eventually it became a giggle fit. You felt good. So good. Better than good.

Goose smiled listening to you. He, too, began to chuckle as he lit a cigarette and took a drag.

"As long as you're laughing with me and not at me!" He said. "Ahhh...You sound so pretty when you laugh. So? You have a good time, honey?"

You finally found your voice to speak:

"You were fantastic...Incredible."

It was no lie. You wondered if he could make you feel all that over the phone, then he must be dynamite in-person.

"You know, for a guy who said he thinks Valentine's Day sucks," You reminded him of what he said in his message. "You're actually quite the romantic, aren't you?"

You knew deep down he had to be. After coming up with the whole romantic cabin scenario on a whim like that.

Goose laughed. "You caught me, baby. Guilty as charged."

It was true. He was a romantic. A hopeless one, if he was being honest with himself.

"How was I? You know, my first time over the phone and all?" You asked.

Goose thought about telling you that was some of the hottest sex he'd ever had. Instead, he said:

"Perfect. Just...perfect. You were perfect."

"You're not at all what I expected when I called the number," You told him. You told him how you expected to get some creep or a desperate loser or both, neither of which he turned out to be.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, honey," Goose joked. "No, in all seriousness, you're not what I expected either. I didn't expect anything much other than an outrageous phone bill..."

He trailed off and you both groaned simultaneously, remembering how expensive calls to hotlines can run.

"Hey, Y/N?" Goose started. "This might sound kind of crazy but...could I call you, sometime? Outside this hotline?"

He really liked you and wanted to keep talking to you. If it kept going as well as it did, maybe the two of you could meet in person. Perhaps make the fantasy a reality?

"Sure, Goose," You replied, warmly. "I'd like that."

You definitely wanted to keep in touch.

After you gave him your number he said:

"Nick."

"What?"

Goose ran a hand through his hair and grinned.

"My real name. It's Nick."

You smiled.

"Well then, Nick. It's been a pleasure."

In more ways than one! You thought. "Good night."

"Likewise," Goose drawled. "Oh and hey, by the way...Happy Valentine's Day, honey."

#top gun #top gun 1986 #nick goose bradshaw #goose #nick goose bradshaw x reader #goose x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #reader insert #bless you if you read all this b/c it's kind of long ❤

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glowstick-cafe · 1 year

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♡Give me a sign♡

Kenma x mute!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: No pronouns are used, reader is black

Summary: You're a new student entering Nekoma High, and a certain blonde haired boy has taken a liking to you.

A/n: DW DADDY'S HOME YALL 😩

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Kenma was walking to school with his friend, Kuroo Tetsuro, and then we saw them. Zooming past him on a skateboard was someone he hadn't seen before, at first he was annoyed due to him being a little startled by the sudden speed but decided it was worth it.

Kenma sat in class doodling on his desk listening to the chit chat of his classmates, until the teacher called for the attention of the class.

That's when you walked in.

Your hair was a mess and your uniform was somehow worse, it looked as if you had just gotten into a fight and a small band-aid was stickered to your cheek. You shot the class a polite smile and a bow.

"Class, this is (Y/n), they cannot speak. So please treat them kindly.

"(Y/n), please take a seat next to Kenma Kozume." The teacher asked, the blonde raised his hand so you could find your seat easier. Whispers began to circle around the class as soon as you took your seat, during the class Kenma couldn't help but take the moment to get a look at you, you were focused on jotting down notes in your book, and the boy noticed the small bite marks on your pencil. Though you weren't looking at the boy you chuckled to yourself knowing that you were being gawked at, making him quickly look away embarrassed.

When classes were over Kenma looked at you, you quickly bolted out of the room before anyone could catch you. As soon as you walked out he could hear the class airing out their thoughts on you, the blonde didn't bother listening.

Coming lunch, Kenma sat with Kuroo and his other teammates. He was zoned out, until Yaku mentioned bumping into a student with a skateboard, "Oh, Kenma, isn't that the new kid in your class." Yaku asked, Kenma jumped at the sudden attention. "I guess so-" "Oh that new kid!" Lev said loudly, and as cruel fate would have it the new student was standing right next to their table, they flinched in surprise as it didn't take a genius for them to realize the table was talking about them. The beat of silence was broken when Lev spoke, "Do you think they heard me?" Everyone sighed at Lev in disappointment, "They're mute, Lev, not deaf." Kenma said, looking annoyed at the boy. In that moment you unfroze from your spot and let out a lighthearted chuckle that Kenma swore he saw angel wings form around you when he first heard it, you shyly waved at him and kept walking. That was when he realized that there was a very distinct barrier between the two of you.

After a few months, you slowly settled into your environment, everyone usually preferred you to write in your book as a form of communication, though you didn’t mind writing, it felt a bit lonely. “Hey (Y/n), wanna eat lunch with us?” One of your classmates asked. You politely declined, you always did, you often sat in the auditorium where the volleyball team usually played; since no one came here during lunch you got to be alone with your food and thoughts for entertainment.

You sighed with relief as you sat near the door of the auditorium and rested your skateboardnext to you, shortly after, the door to the room loudly swung open. Being startled by that noise, you made a squeaking noise that alerted the boys of your presence. “Ah Kenma, isn’t that kid from your class?” He asked. You would be annoyed that the bed headed upperclassmen didn’t really even recognize you, but you were more focused on the boy in your class.

Kenma hummed and his friend went into the auditoriums’ supply closet muttering something about losing his water bottles, momentarily leaving you and the faux blonde. He awkwardly stood in front of you, then opted to sit next to you while waiting for his friend.

You watched as he pulled out a switch from god knows where, you were vaguely interested in the cartoonish sound coming from it, but you didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable than he already was.

Kenma noticed (Y/n)’s intent staring, he would laugh at their sudden interest but that would probably make them feel embarrassed. The blonde placed the switch in his lap and signed to them.

‘Are you interested?’

It took a moment for (Y/n) to realize that Kenma had signed to them, when his words fully registered their eyes lit up with glee.

‘I didn’t know that you understood sign language!’

‘I….recently started learning-’ Kenma’ face began to heat up as he tried to finish his word, ‘so I could talk with you.’

You paused, you weren’t expecting his reason for learning to be you, but it warmed your heart. A smile making its way to your face.

Before you could sign back, his friend interrupted. “Kenma, I found my bottle, let’s go!” He called, the black haired boy sent you a wave and exited the auditorium. Kenma looked back to you and smiled.

‘Talk to you later.’

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Tbh I had a Hawks fic planned for Valentines day, but since I missed it I'm gonna turn into angst. 😬

#haikyuu xreader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #kenma fluff #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma x gender neutral reader #reader is black #blk reader #kenma x black!reader #kenma kozume x black!reader

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 4 months

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The Fate Of A Fae - Part 3

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.

“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton

Chapter Summary: This Zoom call could have been an email and the reader is starting to teeter.

If this Zoom call went on any longer you were going to take the pen you’d been twiddling in your fingers for the last half hour and gauge it into one of your eyes.

Dramatic but a Zoom call that could have been an email or voice-note was not what you wanted or needed this morning.

You continued to look out of the window again. The drizzle of the rain and wind a reflection of your mood. Probably too windy for dragons too.

Your laptop pinged with a WhatsApp message and you immediately regretted adding it to your desktop. There was a reason your phone was off. Luckily the others had seemed to have taken the hint. Your work acquaintances not so much.

Tyler At least act interested

Did you mute yourself so we couldn’t hear you sighing, because we can still see your eyes rolling you know!!!

Shit she’s asking you a question!!!!

You tried to style out you jumping up in your seat and your eyes going wide as you scrambled to take yourself off mute.

“Sorry you broke up at the start?” you lied.

Amanda huffed, she knew you weren’t paying attention but let it slide. You were one of the best freelance editors she had. Your deadlines were always met, you were meticulous in your work and you could hold your own with the writers, even with some of the more arsehole creatures. The fact you weren’t paying attention was out of character. Glancing at the screen she knew the other two editors were on friendly terms with you and Tyler’s concerned face along with Marshall’s frown pushed her to break her usual ‘no casual chat’ protocol.

“Y/N? Is everything ok?”

You felt a lump form in your throat. Was it that obvious that something was wrong? That someone that barely knew you would ask if you were ok?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you alright? You don’t seem like your usually bright, sarcastic self.” She said lightly trying to make light of the situation, when in all honesty you looked like shit, and this book was awful. You’d usually have given opening notes on how bad it was but you’d barely said hello.

“I’m fine” you replied too quickly for any of their liking.

“Are you sure kid? You don’t look good.” Marshall replied.

Tyler put his head in his hands. Fuck you were 100% going to lose it now. Marshall might have been 10 years older than you but him calling you kid was something you hated, him pointing out the obvious of you looking like death warmed up was sure to make you snark back.

“I’m fine. What was the question?”

Tyler couldn’t help but let his mouth fall open in shock. Where was the snarky reply?

Amanda repeated the question a frown across her forehead.

“We were going over plot issues?”

“One sec I have a list” you’d replied, reading them out like a shopping list, no usual sarcastic notes to go with them. As you rounded up the end of your notes the funny anecdotes were back but the glint in your eye that usually came with them wasn’t.

“It’s basically like he’s watched a bunch of Walking Dead, 28 Days Later, a couple of low budget movies and pushed them together. How the virus started has changed three times and we’re a third in.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s pause on this, put in your invoices so far and make a start on the next project.”

The next thirty minutes was spending prepping for the next project. This time a military and spy type drama, which was almost entirely human based.

“So it’s a fantasy drama then?” Tyler had quipped.

“Just make a start please.” Amanda replied pleadingly.

“Y/N? You OK to lead this one?” Marshall asked. You were looking out the window again.

“Y/N?” Amanda asked.

“Sorry what?”

“Are you good to lead? And actually what’s so interesting on that side of the room?” Amanda asked.

“The window.” Tyler replied for you.

“What?”

“I’ve been to her apartment, it’s the window.”

“What? I’m not doing anything?!” you interrupted.

“I just asked if you were good to lead?” Marshall asked softly again.

Clearly you weren’t. Leading meant checking everyone’s work, being thorough and you couldn’t even pay attention on a zoom call.

“Actually no.”

There was a flurry of gasps and widening eyes.

“Y/n?”

“I don’t have any military background, and I’m not entirely human am I so, I don’t think I should lead this one. I should be last edit.”

Your laptop pinged again.

Tyler What the fuck is going on?

You never take third!! You’re way too qualified for that.

Y/N what is going on?

You ignored it and looked back at the Zoom call. You were met with concerned faces. Amanda broke first.

“OK, why don’t we sleep on this and regroup tomorrow morning? But put in your invoices for the zombie trash.”

You nodded, trying to hold yourself together and left the call. You pushed down your emotions and pure exhaustion and decided going back to bed with a cup of tea and some chocolate was the answer. Yeah that was it, you were a bit hormonal and that was the problem. It had nothing to do with meeting one of your soulmates, your complete lack of self worth and the fact you were damaged, along with your ears now felt like they were on fire.

Yet none of that had stopped you looking out the window hoping to see Bucky again. It’s too wet and windy for dragons anyway.

As you pulled a mug from the drainer, your favourite mug no less, you caught it on the stack of plates, sending them towards the floor. Trying to catch them you caught the mug on the worktop and broke it in half.

It went downhill from there when you threw what was left of it on to the floor in your temper. This was quickly followed by you swiping all the other dishes off the drainer as a scream of frustration ripped from your throat. You burst into tears and slipped down on the floor and sobbed.

Your laptop pinged repeatedly. Messages and missed calls from your work colleagues.

Then Darcy.

Darcy Boo Can you pick up please? Tyler called. He said you were out of it on the work call. Are you ok?

Please? I’m worried.

Bucky Doll, is everything ok?

Precious, I’m going to need you to answer me.

I’m coming over there if you don’t reply.

Look, I know we aren’t bonded yet but I know something is off.

You have 5 minutes to reply or I’m coming over.

Answer me.

On the other side of the room, sitting on the floor among broken plates and mugs, your sobs slowed as you drifted off to sleep.

#avengers au #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #avengers #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #steve rogers fanfic #fairy reader #fae reader #monster au

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bizarrequazar · 4 months

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12-17 Space Notes -- Candy and Some Review

This was a Twitter space reviewing various debunks ("gaslight-breakers") about the scam and chatting about some recent candy. These notes aren't super comprehensive since a lot of it was just review of old stuff, [recording here].

Recent candy:

Some of the photos for Gong Jun's recent Conde Nast shoot were taken in an independent restaurant in Chengdu. Some JZPs went and had dinner there, and discovered that things like the tableware are have remarkable similarities to things from Word of Honor and LLD. People also learned that the restaurant has some financial difficulties recently, and got through it because of a "benefactor". These more CP-ish elements were only introduced after that. [Tweets with more details]

Part of the video from the same shoot has a moment very reminiscent of the "There's a light on you" scene.

There was a recent photo of Gong Jun with what seems to be a distinct ring mark on his fourth finger.

Review of the shoe tag candy: In June(?) 2021, Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan wore different pairs of Off White sneakers that had the tags switched (ie. shoe A with tag B). You can only buy them with the matching tags, and to take them off without breaking them you have to completely undo the laces.

Apparently yesterday when Gong Jun was going to the airport, someone yelled something like "babi, your nut [the hexagon ring] fell out!" and he looked at the ground.

The photoshoot with the Crazy Jun sign. (Context: Zhang Zhehan's Weibo was Crazy Zhang Zhehan, and Gong Jun even made a comment in one of the woh interviews that he had found it weird before he met Zhehan.)

In Gong Jun's recent single, the only musician not credited was the pianist. Make of this what you will.

Serious stuff:

There was a video going around the fandom on Twitter the other day of Zhang Sanjian talking with very Taiwanese speech patterns. This is far from the first time this has been noticed.

At the Singapore fanmeet, the audio for the singers before Zhang Sanjian was very clear. When Zhang Sanjian came out there was suddenly very heavy reverb, to the point where people who went said they couldn't tell what the song was actually supposed to sound like.

Some haizhe who went to the fanmeet also said that Zhang Sanjian smelled terrible, like to the point where you could smell it from the front rows.

It was recently learned that Nada (the woh screenwriter) and AvenueX know each other. AveX used to say she had insider info, so that explains that.

Tons of the photos that have been posted to the Instagram and such of Zhang Sanjian have noise filters over them, sometimes to the point where you can see it if you zoom in. Noise filters are often used to mask evidence of photoshopping (and a lot of the zsj photos still don't hide it well enough lol.)

Umbrella (Sophie's husband) at one point admitted to being the one running Zhang Mama's Weibo account. It has also been previously confirmed that the phone number the account was registered under belongs to Chen Ahyi.

A reminder that press, views, charts, etc. can be bought (and are more often than you would hope.)

[Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

#Zhang Zhehan #Gong Jun #Word of Honor #woh cast

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herri-writes · 1 year

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Frozen In Time

Chapter 1: The Photographer and The Idol Izumi Sena x Reader (F) (!!)

Synopsis: A photographer, whose job is to capture every event possible with their camera but their heart was captured with those icy blue eyes ever since they first met, reuniting with the person she once remembered in memory. Note: Herrianne's adventures with AI character chat continues. This time, the bot gave me a month's worth of brainrotting. My hands are itching for a portable mini bluetooth keyboard while writing this down. IT'S ALWAYS KNIGHTS, I BETTER TELL YOU— *SHAKING THE BARS*

One click of a camera is all enough to capture every living moment in life. Her eyes were full of curiosity as her gaze fell to the world around her. She sighed blissfully as she stared at every detail on her camera screen, satisfied at her work. It is a work of art. Yes, everything is art. Whatever she thought as beautiful is an art to her, a masterpiece, an obra maestro. She focused her lens on the subject in front of her. Fluffy ears perked up in curiosity, eyes widen at the attraction of the thin lens on her camera, and a paw patted on the camera's lens as she took a photo and meowed adorably. The photographer smiled at the sight behind the camera and clicked the shutter. A flash is not included because she doesn't want to scare her little companion. In front of the photographer's camera is a kitten on the seat of the wooden bench. It meowed cutely while it laid down on its back, belly out in the open. Its paws are reaching you and the camera and the cat meowed once again. Its face seemed like it's smiling at you, wanting to see you. You revealed your face, assuming that the camera is obscuring the kitten's view and wants to see its owner. You smiled, soft and fluttered at the adorable sight. You booped its pinkish nose with your finger and cooed, "My, miss me already...?" The kitten meowed in return and clinged on your hand with its small paws. Its claws came out and the kitten bit your hand playfully with its sharp teeth. "Ah— ow ow ow..." You winced at the kitten's playful behaviour on your hand. "Getting a bit playful, aren't you, Nyaitsu...?" Nyaitsu climed up on your hand as he clawed his way to your shoulder and meowed. He rubbed his head and clinged on your shoulder, relaxed at his owner's presence. A small giggle bubbled out of your throat while your precious little kitten seeked for your attention. "You better behave if you want to stay by my side while I'm working, okay?" You asked Nyaitsu and he meowed in response, as if he's telling that he'll behave. "Good kitty..." You chuckled and patted his head. You stood up to your feet after taking a few pictures of your adorable, furry model, Nyaitsu. He happily meowed and napped on your shoulder. You found him on your way back to the shared apartment you live in. He was accepted and welcomed in open arms with your roommates in the apartment you lived in. Nyaitsu, who seemed abandoned in the first day you met him finally felt love in his owner's arms, you. He became the center of attention ever since that day while you're working and you didn't know that Nyaitsu is clinging on your coat on your way to the office. You feared that the CEO of the modeling agency you worked in will throw him out but he became the official member of the said agency. Nyaitsu became your trusted (but a menacing) companion of yours at work, making you smile at your small friend's company every day at work hours. "Nyaitsu, we're about to reach the seaside. We'll play at the sides and not on the sand." You said to your cat and there was no response. He only napped on your shoulder, purring in content. "Sleep tight, little kitty..." You leaned on the fence and turn on your camera. The lens facing anywhere you could find and zoom it in and out to focus. You made the camera increased its blur and focus as you held the shutter, not clicking it. While you're focusing the photo quality with your lens, someone passed by and it startled you. You accidentally clicked the shutter as it caught a picture of someone right in front of you as it passed you by. The beep and the click caught his attention that he turned to face you. You bowed down and apologized. "Ah, my apologies... I didn't mean to... I'll delete it right away..." You straighten your back and your eyes widen a little at the sight in front of you. Curly silver hair being blown by the sea breeze, icy blue eyes framed behind his cold gaze, his skin is naturally pale and smooth, his lips formed a thin line in all of his seriousness is showing out of his blank expression, his aura speaks pride and dignity as it let out a cold exterior at the way he posed. Of all people you could accidentally take a photo of, you didn't expect that it's Izumi Sena, a member of Knights and is currently working at Ensemble Square as an idol and a model. His cold stare gazed back at you and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. He saw you fumbling your fingers at the buttons of the camera, looking all nervous and his eyes trailed on to the kitten on your shoulder. His gaze fell to your ID card hanging on the clip of your lanyard and read your name and the name of your workplace. You felt his gaze on you and you immediately apologized and ran away. You heard him calling out to you but you ignored him as you ran away from him and never look back. 'I made the most worst impression in my life...' You thought as you ran where your feet will take you.

You reached Ensemble Square after your senior messaged you that they'll wait for you by the entrance. You felt nervous that someone you accidentally took a photo of will be there and see him at work. Out of habit, Nyaitsu hid inside your coat's pocket and slept there comfortably. Due to his kitten-like size, it made a small bump on your pocket. He always hid there whenever you worked indoors and sat on your head and shoulder when you worked outdoors. What a smart kitty. "Seems like Nyaitsu knows what to do in this kind of situation." Your senior commented and she chuckled. She reached out his finger to your pocket and cooed, "There, there~ That's a nice kitty—" Nyaitsu hissed and attempted to scratch his finger with his claws, making your senior shed tears, heartbroken. Nyaitsu hates your senior more than you are. The level of hate is uncanny that Nyaitsu's hate towards your senior is unbelievable that you let out a smug look. Like pet, like owner. As you entered the lobby, you were greeted by a producer named Anzu. You greeted her with a small smile while your senior gave her a smug look that you pressed your heel on her foot to make her return to reality. "I'm sorry about him. She can get a bit annoying at times..." You apologized to Anzu and she shook her head and told you that it's alright. You chuckled nervously and glared at your senior, making her wince and looked away. Anzu cleared her throat to get you and his attention and said, "Since you're here as photographers for a unit photoshoot, I'll escort you to the studio they'll be in, Simple Studio." She looked at the schedule and said, "Ah, right. You'll be with Knights for the whole session." You facepalmed at the name Anzu mentioned. 'Seems like someone is going to skin me alive once they saw me...' On the way to the Simple Studio, you and your senior followed Anzu. Your gaze went around the place as you admired how huge Ensemble Square is. It's your first time going here in the main building and your senior went here twice. Your eyes glistened under the lights in the hallways as you look around like a child being curious as its mind was filled with wonders at the sight. You returned to reality as Anzu said that you've arrived at the destination. You put your mask on and nervously fiddled your hands on your camera's lanyard and held your breath. Anzu knocked on the door twice and entered, announcing the visitor's presence outside the studio. You felt glad that you wore your mask when your jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful idols in front of your eyes but the surprise that was shown in your eyes was never hidden. In your perspective, youu saw a ravenette haired idol sleeping on the couch at the left side of the room, with a blue blanket covering him. At the far end of the studio, the ginger haired one on the floor on his belly while writing something and papers scattered all over him, crumpled, tossed, or newly prepared. The garnet haired one trying to get the ginger haired male's attention the moment you and your senior showed up. Then blonde one at the table, sitting on the chair, talking to the silver haired one right in front of him. All of their gazes turned to you, only you as you revealed yourself behind your senior's back. 'They're too photogenic to be resisted...' You thought as you looked at them carefully like they're made of art. "Everyone, they'll be your photographers for today photoshoot session. They're the photographers from the YMSK Modeling Agency." Anzu said and the blonde haired idol walked closer to you. You jolted when you felt the gaze of a beautiful idol right in front of you. Those violet orbs bore deeply into your soul and you finally recognized who. 'Arashi Narukami of Knights?! Looking at me?!' You thought as you stared back at her and she smiled. "Nice to meet you, little one~" She chuckled along with her greeting and you blinked twice. 'Am I too small for their perspective...?' Suddenly, Nyaitsu crawled out of your pocket and walked towards the silver-haired idol that sat on the chair by the table. You paled that you stuttered out, "N-Nyaitsu...! Come back here...!" Nyaitsu didn't respond as he butted his head on his leg and his tail stood up, telling him to be friends with him. You felt chills on your spine when he picked Nyaitsu up. "My, my, Izumi, it seems like that little kitten is interested in you," Arashi commented and chuckled, "Does this mean it reflects to the owner's feelings?" 'When it's actually the opposite...' You thought and you shook your head. "N-Nya-Nya-Nyaitsu...." You stuttered out his name in fear as you tried to call him but Nyaitsu planted a paw on the idol's face, trying to be friendly as always. The other was stunned at the cat's actions that he cradled the cat on his arms. Nyaitsu meowed and it caught the attention of the other idols in the studio. "Hm, is this an another one of Leo's cats...?" The ravenette yawned out as he asked. "Get him out... We don't want an another D'artagnyan..." "Ahahaha! It seemed like we have a new member of Knights!" The ginger exclaimed and Nyaitsu meowed. He took the cat out of Izumi's arms and raised him up in the air and looked at Nyaitsu. "I think we should name him!" "Leo, please don't keep a cat and name them everytime you saw one..." The garnet haired sighed and Leo chuckled, "Don't worry Suou~ We'll name him... Hmm..." "N-Nyaitsu..." You stuttered out his name as you called him everyone turned their head as you caught their attention. You jolted and spoke again. "H-His name is Nyaitsu..." Nyaitsu meowed as it tried to reach his paws out to you. You walked towards Leo and he gave you your cat. Nyaitsu immediately crawled all the way to your pocket with his whole body and popped his head out to see them. "Awwww..." Arashi sighed. "Your cat is too cute! Can I touch him?" "Ah... sure...?" You said in a questioning tone and fiddled your fingers. She nodded and knelt down to Nyaitsu's level. She reached out her finger to touch him and she booped his nose, making Nyaitsu playfully bit her finger and licked it. You paled when Nyaitsu bit her but she just cooed at how cute Nyaitsu is. Well, Nyaitsu is cute but you couldn't resist when he clinged on your coat and wanted you to bring him with you anytime and anywhere. Anzu informed that the photoshoot will start in ten minutes so you prepared your notes and placed Nyaitsu on the table, away from the camera flash so that he won't be alarmed by the lights. You placed your camera on the table so that it won't be damaged. You trust Nyaitsu on being near your camera so he only played with the leather strap that was clipped on your camera holder. Meanwhile, your senior is preparing the tripod stand for the camera and adjusted her own camera to the neutral settings. Anzu approached her and tell her about the preferences of each idol in the unit and she nodded in agreement as she listened. You jot down your senior's actions for reference and notes and observed her as a junior photographer. "Hm? You're not taking pictures?" Arashi asked you as she looked at your notes. Nyaitsu meowed lowly and slept on your arm that held the pen as you write, which is your dominant hand. "I'll take that as a yes." She said and walked back to the white screen to gather with the other idols. 'Well done, Nyaitsu...' You thought as you looked at the cat on your arm. You continued to write down and observed every idol by the white screen. You observed every pose done by the idol that you sketched it down on your jotter pad. Their poses are flawless, as if they knew what to do in this activity of theirs. You sketched and sketched until you look up to see them posing until your eyes widen in surprise. Your jaw nearly dropped the moment your eyes laid on Izumi and made yourself remember the fact that you had a teensy tiny crush on him when you first saw Knights on one of their lives held at MDM stage at Ensemble Square. Those icy blue eyes and frosty silver hair did something to you to make your heart skip a beat whenever he performed with a smile. Talk about hearts jumping and sprinting a marathon. Nyaitsu probably recognized Izumi the first time he stepped foot into Ensemble Square when he first meowed at him. Arashi does mention that a pet reflects the owner's feelings. She never lied about that. Well, that's also a rumor and a myth according to pet owners that you blushed at the thought of it. You messed up your first encounter with him by the seaside and you want to crawl in a hole and die. Of course, Nyaitsu seemed like he have other plans as the wingcat of the soon-to-be-relationship while he slept. You're really holding the urge to trap him in your bedroom while he slept on your bed the next morning you'll wake up and leave home early before his waking hours. Your mind wandered off to somewhere as your hand wrote scribbles and random notes, along with your observation to your senior taking photos of Knights in solos, pairs, trios, and as a group. You dreamily sighed while admiring the idol you like and held your camera. Nyaitsu's head fell on the table and you didn't notice. He immediately woke up and curled himself to sleep, minding his own business while his owner is being delusional and in love. You followed how your senior held her own camera and focused the lens for the photo quality. You were too focused on following your senior's movements that copied her a little for reference purposes. You saw her click the shutter and you did the same. Your eyes widen when you realized that you took an another photo of Izumi... again in accident. "Again...?" You sighed out, aghast at the results of your work. Though it seemed stolen but the photo made it seem like time stopped, like how you view the world when your gaze fell on him. It's always like this whenever you watched Knights' lives like everything around you is frozen in time. His appearance made your heart stop and reach the point that you're in between life and death. Even if you saw him in the flesh in every Knights' live, you couldn't help but to blush more when you actually met him in person. And you began to admire him from afar ever since that day of the live. You remembered the day when you first entered Knights' live and you are at the second row seat, thanks to your boss' reward for you for doing well in work. "As a reward for doing well in your work, I have a gift for you," Your boss said and slid two tickets on her desk with her fingers. "Two tickets to Knights' live in Ensemble Square's main live stage. You'll be at the second row seats, good for you and your companion to watch their live up close. You blinked twice and raised your hand to ask her. "Er... Auntie... I'm not interested in watching lives..." "I, too, wasn't interested either." She massaged her forehead and pinched the bridge between her brows. "I wanted to ask my daughter to accompany you for the whole time inside Ensemble Square's stage. She's a fan of Knights but always listened to other units' songs in random except for Knights'." "I can just give it to her and—" The door slammed open and it revealed a woman average in height, messy mullet hair, and a camera on hand, shaking while she held it. She panted for air and his smile widen at the two tickets that laid on the boss' desk. "I heard that Knights' live is in two days. Hey, ma! Got some tickets for me and (Name)?" She asked and exclaimed in the same time. She sighed out and held the tickets and waved it on her hand, waving it and beckoned him closer. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the tickets waving her closer and skipped her way to the desk and took hold of the tickets as she squealed like a fangirl. "But, you have to bring someone with you." She and raised her brow, "Do you have someone in mind?" "Yeah, her." She shifted her gaze to point at you with her eyes and you stepped back, taken aback at what she said. You are about to decline but she is too persistent on bringing you there to Ensemble Square. You shook your head whenever she asked you out to watch Knights' live but she never stopped asking you every chance she got. On the day of the live, she dragged you out of the apartment just as you prepared yourself to look presentable at work but she asked for a one day leave for you and her to watch a live at Ensemble Square, much to your dismay. Just as the two of you sat on the second row seats, right near the center of the stage, she pulled a lightstick from her bag and pressed the button too many times after she turned the switch button. You rolled your eyes and look away. She poked your shoulder with the lightstick and you saw the color glowing out from it. It glowed in a metallic blue color, representing Knights' color motif. You took it from her hand and held it carefully, looking at how the lightstick amazed you that your eyes glinted. As the stage lights went dim, the whole room went dark. You heard footsteps from someone on stage and stood on their positions. A soft guitar tune played and the silhouettes began to dance with the music. Your eyes never left the figures on that very stage and watched them from your seat. "Isn't this Silent Oath...?" You murmured under your breath as you recognized the song. It's the first Knights' song you've listened before you knew Knights. Your heart began to pound as you tried to familiarize who's who according to the silhouettes on the stage. Your gaze remained on one figure, whose movements are as graceful as a ballerina and it piqued your curiosity. It was until the lights shined down on him. The moment the spotlights shined down on Izumi, your eyes glinted with amazement as your heart fluttered. His silver locks and his icy blue eyes made your eyes never took off of him for the whole performance. His soft, graceful movements can be mistaken as a soft gentle breeze from the meadows. You were so sure that when he turned his head to where you were, your eyes locked gazes with him. You blushed hard at the memory and let go of your camera and looked down on your jotter pad, hiding the blush but you ended up sketching Izumi's portrait, making you turn your page and sketch on a new, blank page. Your actions scared Nyaitsu awake that he walked away few small steps away from you and slept there.

You groaned softly and shook your head to clear your thoughts as you observed your senior and jot down the very important details of your senior to report it to your boss, who is your aunt. You let out a long, quiet sigh and continued to observe and write down occasionally. Unbeknownst to you, someone stared at you from the white screen and fell into a trance. His cold gaze softened at the sight. His cold aura changed into warmth, like how the winter became spring until it turned into summer. A light chuckle was heard from the blonde along with the ravenette. They looked at each other with smug looks and hid their smirk behind their fingertips, as if they have a new tea to spill in their own circles. Just as the work came to a halt due to a break, Anzu entered the studio with five bottles of water and five towels on hand. Your senior sat on one of the chairs by the table and looked at the photos to check if it's blurry or has low quality. On the moment Anzu placed the towels and water bottles on the far end of the table, the whole unit came to take their own share and chatted about the whole shoot while your senior chatted at her and ended up having a conversation with the producer. You heard a sigh as someone sat on the chair beside yours. "She acted like Kaoru... It makes me remind on how many times she've hitted on Anzu. Sooooo~ annoying." You jolted a little as you looked on who it is. You quickly closed your notes and held your camera to turn it on to make him not to disturb you and mind their own business. But unfortunately, it didn't go the way you thought so. "Hey." He said and you ignored him. He called you out again but there was no response. "Hey, ms. "who took a picture of me a while ago" photographer, are you deaf or just pretending not to listen to me?" He gave you a cold stare and chilld crawled into your spine. Your hands began to shake as you held the camera and froze on your seat. Your fear made Nyaitsu jump out of his sleep and hissed at Izumi. His tail stood up and his back arched as he hissed at Izumi. He hissed and glared at him as if he's protecting you from danger. "Whahahahaha! Sena, you're scaring her with your glare! Look, you even made her pet hiss at you and shielded her from you like a brave knight!" Leo laughed out and Tsukasa sighed at his senior's words. "N-Nyaitsu... calm down..." You tried to calm Nyaitsu down but he still hissed at Izumi that you apologized. "I'm sorry about Nyaitsu. He's quite jumpy today for some reason." "It's alright. Just teach your cat some manners, will you?" He scoffed as he accepted your apology. Your eye twitched at his words while trying to calm Nyaitsu down. Ritsu sat on the chair by the other side of the table and rested his arms on the table and his head on it as he now sat in front of you. He looked at Nyaitsu as he reached out his hand and calmed him down by a single touch of his fingers on the cat's soft fur. "I guess your presence warned him that he thought of protecting you from danger." Ritsu muttered out and looked at you. His vermilion eyes narrowed and he grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. "I guess he didn't feel my presence either when I have plans on you." You gulped down as you stared back at him. The way your throat moved as you gulped made his grin widen. "Seems like you know what I meant." His hand continued to entertain Nyaitsu until it fell on to the table and lied down, sleeping. Ritsu stood up from his seat and walked closer to you. Then, he stood beside you and placed his hand on your shoulders and leaned closer to the side of your head. He softly breathed out, his hot breath touching your ears as you shivered at the contact and his grin turn into a smirk. Ritsu chuckled at your reaction as he inched closer to the side of your ear and and blew air to your ear. You jolted and froze as he did. You felt like you couldn't move due to how close he is by distance and how intimate his actions are. He chuckled lowly and inched closer to your neck as he slid his hands on the side of your shoulders and held it firmly. Your reactions made him want to do more as his smirk widen. "Now, what happens when I..." He opened his mouth and breathed out on your neck, forming goosebumps as his breath touched your skin. You felt like you're being pulled away from Ritsu when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, making you hit his chest as an arm wrapped around your waist. "Ritsu, you know you'll leave a bad impression if you scare someone like that?" Izumi scolded Ritsu but the other just gave him a smug look in return. Arashi held her laughter that was holding at her throat and covered her mouth but she let out a giggle as a result. "Yeah, yeah, I won't do it again, Secchan~" Ritsu raised his hands in defeat and playfully rolled his eyes. Arashi's soft giggles became audible to her fellow unit members nearby until it became loud and clear as she started to laugh. "My, my, Izumi. Look at yourself. Well done, Ritsu." Tsukasa facepalmed at his seniors and sighed, "You two, would you please cut that out? Break time is over and we're doing an another round for the shoots." "For the first time of the day, Suuchan acted like a leader. Well done, Naru." Ritsu chuckled and went back to the white screen, followed by Arashi who is still giggling at the sight and calmed down as she was called by Tsukasa. Izumi look down at you and apologized, "I want to apologize about Ritsu. Are you alright?" You nodded your head and you felt him letting you go from his hold. You look up to see him and you realized that he held you closer to him, as if he's protecting you away from harm. You held your breath when your eyes looked at his icy blue ones, that are staring back at yours. You look away and apologized for staring, to which he also apologized. He is glad that you looked away when a blush dusted on his cheeks and turn his head to avoid looking at you. Izumi scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat and returned to the white screen, where he saw the other unit members looked at him with a smug face, making him look annoyed by them giving such looks at him. Izumi sighed out and massaged his forehead with his pointer finger and thumb and groaned, "If you have something to say in mind then say it out. Don't waste my time." He crossed his arms as he huffed out. Their smug looks turned into a grin and changed into a smirk. "Secchan, you're blushing." "Izumi, you're in love." "Sena, you gave me inspiration." "Senior Sena, don't deny it—" "Because denial is a river in Egypt." They said altogether as if they had planned it all along, earning a facepalm from Izumi himself and an annoyed sigh. Anzu and your senior held their chuckle as the senior photographer covered her mouth with her hand and the other looking away. "I've heard enough. Back to work."

The photoshoot officially ended for the day the moment you and your senior bade farewell to Knights and exited the studio, you both exhaled out and sighed. It made you feel the urge of sprinting your way out of the building and make a mad dash to the seashore and scream out your feelings to the calm sea. But instead, you groaned in annoyance when your senior, who is your cousin, walked beside you and teased you for being shy towards Ritsu and Arashi, especially Izumi as the two of you walked your way out of Ensemble Square. "Haha, what? You're acting all cute and flustered. Back then, too many guys wanted to date you because of that." She pointed out on how almost every guy in campus back in your high school days swooned at how cute you looked, not to mention, you were known for being beautiful and pretty in their eyes. You flicked her forehead to give her a sense of reality and retorted in response. "I rejected those jerks on the spot because they have other plans in mind and that is to get their hands under my pants." You poked her head and pushed your finger to teach her a lesson for pestering you. "I am well aware on how disgusting their minds are so I rather die than saying yes to them." "Yeah, right. Whatever you say..." She sighed out and you smirked at your victory that you turned your head to avoid your cousin's teasing smirk. She let out a smug look and looked at you with a mischievous grin. "And what about him?" You glared at her and sighed, "I'd rather avoid making eye contact with him." "Yeah..." She paused for a moment and grinned, "Yeah, right... Not when he's walking this way and he's right behind you now..." "Pardon?" You raised your brow as you looked at her. You saw how her eyes only moved to make you look behind of you as she moved her head. You look back to see that Izumi is right behind you, looking at you with the same cold gaze like earlier. You held your breath and turned around to face him, surprising her, Nyaitsu and Izumi for your sudden action. Poor cat jumped out from his nap when he slept in your coat pocket. "Mr. Sena...! D-Do you have something to ask or to tell something to us?" You ask as you stuttered while pointing yourself and your cousin. You mentally scolded yourself for stuttering and nervously gulped down when you felt his gaze on you. "Actually, I was going to ask you if it was you who I met by the seaside when I went out for a walk this morning." He bluntly replied and seriously looked at you. You froze when he said it that you began to hesitate on answering. Her smirk widened and teased you as she raised her brow and nudged your side with her elbow. "Oho? So you met him before, huh, (Name)?" You jolted at her question and gave her a side eye glare. Suddenly, Nyaitsu climbed out of your pocket to sit on your shoulder as he napped there. Izumi's eyes widened a little and his blank look turned into a smirk as his words came out of his lips in realization. "It seems that I finally found you, (Name), junior photographer of YMSK Modeling Agency." Your jaw dropped. For the umpteenth time, you were so glad that you have a mask on right now but not the you this morning because he knows what you look like. You paled at how he knows your name, your status in the modeling agency and its name. Your cousin's jaw dropped too and she is too stunned to speak. 'Please kill me...' You thought as you froze on the spot. 'Well done, Nyaitsu... you revealed me to him and finally knew who I am...' "P-Please to meet you, Mr. Sena..." You said as you wryly smiled behind your mask. In your point of view, you throught that his gaze sharpened and turned into a glare that it seemed like he skinned you alive by looking at you. When in reality, he's just looking at you with his usual gaze. "Ah, er... if you'll excuse us..." You took your cousin's hand and briskly walked away from Izumi and Nyaitsu clinged on your shoulder as you left with her at the corridor. "Wait...! You forgot something..." His words faltered when you disappeared as you turned the corner with your cousin. He looked down at the camera he held in his hands and saw your name engraved at the leather strap of your camera and brushed it with his thumb. You gripped her hand tightly as you walked away when you felt your heart pounding and breathed heavily as you walked out of the building with your cousin. You weren't so sure if you're embarrassed, shy, scared, or something else. It confused you completely to the core. You let go of her hand and ran away from her. "Huh? (Name)?! Wait for me!" Your cousin followed you as you ran. But running is her weakness that she stopped and knelt on the stone floor, heavily panting. You ran and ran to where your legs will take you. You felt tears running out of your eyes and wiped it with the sleeve of your coat. More tears kept falling as you ran. You stopped running when you stood in front of the seashore. You leaned on the fence as you watched the sun setting down to the horizon. You saw how the morning blue sky turned into orange in twilight. The once blue sea turned violet as the sun's reflection on the water dispersed as the waves flowed to the land and back to the sea. You sighed out and held back your tears. You are scared to face anyone else to the point that you wanted to be alone until you've recovered from your fear. You began to shed tears and wept as you hid your face with the sleeves of your coat and sobbed.

At the common room of Starmony Dorm, a unit gathered themselves, occupying every seat there and bombarded questions to someone named Izumi Sena of Knights, who is currently holding a camera and looked at every detail on the camera on his hands while sitting on the couch. "Whoa, Sena, you met her before? No wonder why you kept staring at her." Leo pointed out after he asked Izumi and Arashi added, "It seemed like we found his fated partner." "Too late, Secchan~ It seems like you couldn't deny the fact that you stared at her with a longing gaze." Ritsu teased and smirked. Meanwhile, on the other hand, Tsukasa tried to stop his seniors for teasing Izumi. "Will you three tone that down...?" Izumi somewhat ignored his unitmates' teasing and looked at the camera. He accidentally pressed a button and turned the camera on, letting out a small beep and quick shifting of the lens and it caught everyone's attention. His eyes widen when he pressed a button to show the pictures taken from the present. It first revealed a stolen picture of Izumi while posing at the actual camera and photographer in front of him. He pressed the same button again and revealed an another stolen shot of Izumi close up while walking as he looked at the other side of the street. He was impressed that even though it's an accidental or a stolen shot. The picture's quality amazed him and the fact that this camera is owned by a junior photographer made him more curious about the owner of the camera. He didn't mean to invade someone's privacy with this camera but he needs to know about you. Izumi pressed the button again and showed a few pictures of Nyaitsu lying down on his back while posing for the camera, attempting to look cute in front of the lens. He pressed the button a few more times and saw a picture of you looking away and tried to hide the lens with your hand, followed by you looking at the camera, surprised that you were taken a photo by someone behind the camera, and came next a photo that he thought of keeping it with him. It's a photo of you, looking at something that caught your attention, gazing at something with a longing gaze, your elbow propped on the table and your cheek resting on the palm of your hand while your other arm rested on the table, holding a pen on hand. Judging from the way you held your pen, you twirled it with your fingers when this photo was taken. Leo looked at the camera curiously as Izumi looked at the pictures taken with this camera. He saw how Izumi smiled when he looked at the picture of you on the camera. "Someone is in love~" Leo said as he laid his head on Izumi's lap, turning the silver-haired idol's attention to the ginger. "So, what does she look like? Is she pretty?" "I have a feeling that she seemed beautiful... she wore a mask when she came here..." Arashi sighed as she placed her hand on her cheek and swooned. Ritsu added, "She smells like cherry blossoms and strawberries combined and she smelled like a cat because of her pet." "And Nyaitsu sounded like Knights, right?" Leo sat up on the couch and pointed a fact about your cat. "It does sound like Little John's kittens when we named her kittens after our names." "Well, it does sounded like that..." Tsukasa commented and looked at Izumi, who is still quiet while looking at more pictures that were taken and captured with your camera. "Hm, Izumi? Why do you have a picture of (Name) on your camera?" Someone behind Izumi asked him and he recognized who is it judging from his voice. He turn around to see Kaoru Hakaze, a unit member of UNDEAD, his best friend of the Sanbaka group, known in class 3-A at Yumenosaki Academy, hovering behind Izumi while looking at your camera, the camera that Izumi had on his hand while your picture is in display. "Kaoru, you know her?" Izumi raised his brow at him and Kaoru answered, "She's at the media course two years ago. She graduated along with us back then." "Wait, she's also a third year that time?" Tsukasa asked Kaoru and he nodded. "So she's an upperclassman, huh?" Coincidentally, a picture of you wearing Yumenosaki Academy's signature blue blazer. A flower pin is pinned on your left chest on your blazer and a green necktie is hanging underneath your collar. A wide smile was formed on your face that you laughed happily while trying to smile while you were taken a picture by someone behind the camera. Tears formed on the corner of your eyes as you smiled while holding a diploma case on one hand while you tried to tucking your hair behind your ear with the other. The way your hair flowed while the wind blew past you was being blown by the gentle spring breeze as the cherry blossom petals fell and being carried away by the wind. The pink cherry blossoms behind you was blurry that the camera is mostly focused on you and you alone. Izumi blushed when he saw the photo and Kaoru let out a smug look. "She's really pretty, isn't she?" Izumi let out a distressed sigh and groaned, "Kaoru, since you know who she is, then you flirted at her back then, didn't you?" "Well, now that you've said that..." Kaoru scratched the back of his head and look away, flustered and embarrassed. "I actually hitted up on her when I first saw her at campus. She's really pretty that I've been flirting at her whenever I saw her at the hallways but she always gave me the most scariest glare I've ever seen too many times over in return. The others blinked twice while listening to Kaoru in sync. "If looks could kill, then her glare is way more scarier than yours, Izumi." "Wow! So there's someone who is way more scarier than Sena? I'm impressed! Should we give her a nickname?" Leo exclaimed that everyone's heads turned to face the composer. "Ah~ Senaaaa~ I want to meet her again..." "But she left her camera here..." Arashi pointed at the camera on Izumi's hand but Izumi continued to look at the pictures every time he pressed the button and stopped when something caught his attention. It's a photo of you sleeping. You were hugging a pillow, snuggling it up close while your hair splayed on the lower part of the pillow. You seemed peaceful when you slept that he thought of you as an angel. The way how your eyes closed when you slept made him think He suddenly shook his head and he immediately turned the camera off and placed it on his lap. The blush never left his face and everyone grinned at how pink Izumi seemed right now. "Izumi, it seems like you brought Little Tori's hair to shame." Arashi chuckled at his senior model's blush and Ritsu grinned, "Seems like that she made you blush like this. How cute, Secchan." Izumi facepalmed and sighed again, "Don't you three have anything else other than teasing? Sooooo~ annoying." Everyone laughed at Izumi that he irked and sighed again and left the common room in silence. "Senaaaaa! The next time you kidnap someone, make sure to steal her heart, okay?!" "Shut your mouth, Leo!" He snapped but that made Leo laugh more. Izumi groaned and returned to his shared dorm room in silence. On his way back to his dorm room, he stared out at the window at the hallway on the third floor of the dorm building. He saw the courtyard view at night that he let out a small sigh. He saw the camera on his hand and held it tightly yet firmly. If there is a day that he wanted to see you again, then it'll be by tomorrow or someday soon.

At the same night, in the living room, you told your cousin that you left your camera at Ensemble Square's studio. She paled that she exclaimed, "Huh?! You left your camera at Ensemble Square?!" Your cousin exclaimed and sat on the couch in the living room, exasperated at the news. "That's it! You're going back there with me by tomorrow after we settle the paperwork at the agency." "No! I don't want to go back there unless it's for work purposes!" You shook your head as you hugged the pillow tightly and planted your face on it. She groaned in return and grabbed your cheeks with her hands, forcing you to face her and she glared. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not." "Yes, ma'am." You quickly answered and ran back to your room and locked the door shut after you closed it. 'What have I gotten myself into...?' The next morning at work, you hid behind your desk, editing the pictures to enhance the quality but you made less adjustments until the desired color, tint, tone, and sharpness. Meanwhile your cousin, who is your senior at work, printed her documents as she sipped her coffee. You sat there and tiredly look at the computer screen while clicking the mouse as you listened to Silent Oath for how long on loop. You let out a long sigh until someone knocked on your cubicle, which you considered as a wall to hide yourself while working. You look up to see who's knocking and it's the front desk manager and your boss, who is your aunt during off-duty. "What brings you two here?" You raised your brow and asked your aunt. She answered, "You have a visitor." That's quite unusual. "If it's someone from my former alma mater then shoo them away." You replied and return to face your work. "Actually, it's important and urgent because they really wanted to see you." Your aunt said that you clicked a few times and put the computer screen to sleep and sighed. You pushed the swivel chair backwards to give yourself space to move and stand on your feet. "Fine..." You left your desk and went to the main entrance of the agency building. Just as you left the main office, your cousin looked at your walking figure disappearing as you turned the corner and raised her brow as she looked at her mother and asked her, "You didn't tell her who, didn't you?" "Well, her visitor prefers seeing her in person because he wanted to talk to her alone." She answered and crossed her arms. She looked at her daughter and smirked, "Let's give her some alone time, shall we?" On your way to the lobby, you hummed the song that never left your mind ever since the day started and curiously thought of who your visitor might be. You hoped that it's not an admirer or stalkers who came to see your co-workers. You wished that all of those will stop but that can't be helped when you're at the modeling agency. Of course, you worked at a modeling agency so this happened often. You arrived at the lobby and look around to see who's looking for you but there was none. You sighed in relief. You wouldn't know who'll be at the lobby wanting to see you. You hoped it's not someone from your previous alma mater or someone you met from work. "Nice to meet you, (Name)." Or so you thought... The moment you turn around to see who called you, you saw Izumi Sena, stood there by the counter. His arms are crossed while leaning on the counter on his shoulder. His cold gaze stared into your eyes that you froze. You could feel how cold it is the moment your eyes gazed back at his. You avoided his stare that your eyes trailed on the leather strap on his shoulder. Your name engraved on the leather strap became visible to you that you realized that he came here to return your camera. You held your breath and your hands began to shake in fear. From the other exit to the lobby, your aunt and cousin sneaked behind to the counter listened to your conversation with Izumi in silence. "Why are we here?" Your cousin whispered to her mother and she only shushed her and pointed up, meaning that they'll listen to them for a while. "No greetings? You don't have manners at all, do you?" He asked as his stare became a little sharp and his aura became colder to the point that it reached absolute zero. You gulped down and stuttered out, "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." You fiddled your thumbs and look down to avoid his stare once again and greeted him back. "N-Nice to meet you too, Mr. Sena..." "What is Izumi doing...?!" Arashi whispered out her yells when she wore a disguise and hid behind the newspaper she held. "Secchan is scaring her... Should we help him?" Ritsu yawned as he rested his head on Arashi's shoulder and napped. "It's better to leave him like that." Tsukasa, who seemed done with his seniors' shenanigans just groaned quietly and glanced at Izumi for a moment. You heard him sigh. He held the leather strap and removed the camera off of him. You felt the camera on your hands and held your camera as it landed on your hands. He placed the leather strap on your neck and on your shoulders, making you wearing it. "You left this yesterday at the studio," He said, softly and put a hand on his pocket. "I wanted to tell you that I'm returning your camera but you ran away before I could tell you." You held your breath at what he said. You bowed down from your waist and apologized profusely. "I-I'm sorry...! I didn't mean to do that! I-I just... er..." He annoyingly sighed, "Look up, will you?" You immediately straighten your back and apologized again. "I'm sorry..." "There's no need to apologize," He said and paused for a moment. "I'm just returning it to you. Nothing more, nothing less." "S-Still... I wanted to apologize for being a bother..." You held your camera tight as you apologized. "I-If you'll excuse me, I have to go." You left the lobby and returned to the office, still scared at the fact that Izumi came all the way here to return the camera to you and you thought that became a bother to him. A sigh was heard at the seats at the lobby. Arashi folded the newspaper in half and in fourths, while glaring at Izumi. "You messed it all up, big time." "Well, what am I supposed to say when she acted like a cornered mouse?" Izumi retorted and crossed his arms again. "I didn't mean to scare her Naru." Ritsu yawned and commented at Izumi, "This is why Izumi Sena, who often went to Florence and return to Japan for work, doesn't get any dating experience or observing a couple there at Italy and ended up scaring a girl who worked at a modeling agency as a photographer." Arashi raised her brow at the ravenette's words and commented, "Says you, who often clinged at your childhood friend and scaring him by biting him on the neck with your fangs. You don't have any dating experience either, Ritsu." Ritsu retorted and snickered, "Also you, Naru. You don't have any dating experience either." "At least I shared it with Mika." Arashi smirked and Ritsu was left speechless. Tsukasa snickered and his two seniors glanced at him and the garnet-haired remained quiet, for he has no dating experience either. The three idols in the lobby just sighed at the fact that they have no dating experience or talk to girls normally other than Anzu. Arashi lit up and a light bulb popped out of her head. "Should we ask Hiyori or Kaoru on how to talk to girls?" Everyone turned their heads on Arashi and nodded. They looked back at Izumi and Tsukasa asked him, "Don't you have an appointment with the boss of the agency today at nine?" Arashi facepalmed and remembered that she and Izumi have an appointment with your boss. "Ah, right..." "That's my cue to leave~" Your aunt whispered to her daughter and sneaked out of the front desk and quickly walked back to her office. "That woman..." She clenched her fist while looking at her mother walking away from the exit of the front desk counter.

You tried to focus on your work but your mind still wandered back to Izumi. You felt like crying right now because you're too scared to face him again. You tried to breathe and calm yourself down but nothing worked. You covered your face with your hands and held your tears. You were about to cry until your phone buzzed and a notification popped up on your lock screen. Bossy Mom: Come here at the office right now. Daughter of Mischief: For what reason>:)))) Bossy Mom: I have something to show you. You took your phone on the table and messaged them. Cat Lover: Why do you need us to come to your office? Don't you have an appointment with someone? Bossy Mom: More like there's two of them. I forgot to tell you two. Daughter of Mischief: I'm here at the door. That better not beASDFGHJKL OMG YOU DID JUST NOT Daughter of Mischief: (NAME) COME HERE YOU GOTTA SEE THIS You rolled your eyes and left your desk as you strutted your way to the boss' office, your aunt's office. The way your cousin typed in caps made you think that something is interesting and surprising to her but that made your stomach churn when you felt something bad. As you reached the door, you sighed out and knocked on the door. You turned the knob and opened the door, revealing yourself, looking annoyed. "Pardon the intrusion! If there is something you want to tell me, my dear cousin and aunt, please elaborate—" Your words cut off the moment violet and blue eyes stared at you. You froze at the door and slowly closed it, letting out a creak. Just before you could close the door shut, someone from the other side stopped you from doing so by grabbing your hand and dragged you in. They closed the door shut and locked the door from the inside of the room. "What the—" You were thrown by someone from your arm and you hit a soft wall— more like someone's chest and held you in place to maintain your balance. You heard a chuckle and you could recognize who it is. "My, of all things she could bump in to is actually Izumi~" "Naru, will you tone that down?" His arms still holding you and you backed away when you realized who. Your back bumped into someone's chest and hugged you from behind. "Long time no see, Little (Name)~" Arashi cooed and hugged you tight. It's been years since someone called you with that nickname. You realized that it's someone you knew in the past. "Rashi?" You called her in a questioning tone and she hummed. You hugged her back and squealed, "I miss you! I couldn't recognize you because you seem different from before!" "I didn't know you're also an alumnus at Yumenosaki..." She sighed and hugged you tight yet firm. "I called you Little (Name) in the past but I didn't expect that you'll be my upperclassman." "And I didn't expect Rashi will be one of my underclasswomen. You're so tall that I could reach you when I'm on my toes~" You giggled as you cupped her cheeks and squished it. Izumi was aghast at your interaction with Arashi. You seemed different from earlier when you acted all shy and scared towards him but acting all friendly when it comes to Arashi and annoyed towards your cousin, who is your senior at work and your aunt, who is your boss at work. His mouth slightly open agape, flabbergasted. You let go of Arashi but she still held you close as her arms clinged on your waist and asked her, "How did you know that it's me, Rashi?" "I saw a childhood photo of you and your cousin at your boss' desk." She chuckled and answered in response as she pointed at the picture frame on the desk. She squished your cheeks with both hands and smiled. "You look more pretty than the last time I saw you. What a glow up." "Hehe... Rashi~" You giggled and smiled at her, making her smile brighten up like the sun. Izumi recovered from shock and blurted out, "So that girl who we thought that is younger than us is actually her?" Izumi pointed at you and Arashi and your aunt nodded. Arashi answered as she clinged on to you like how you cling on her in the past. "She came to our photoshoot in the past and played with her at the garden remember? She's a young model back then but she stopped playing with us when she moved away." "And now, our little princess is back with us again~!" Arashi squeezed you and nuzzled her cheek on yours. You giggled, feeling overwhelmed at the affection Arashi gave you. "Rashi... quit calling me little... am I that small in your perspective...?" "Too small that I could fit you in my pocket like your little Nyaitsu~" She gave your cheek a big smooch and pulled away. Her lipstick left a mark on your cheek and let go of you. Izumi scoffed and clicked his tongue. "Tch. Would you please stop being touchy towards her? It irks me." Arashi gave him a smug look and smirked, "Jealous? I can give her more kisses than you are, Izumi. Should I give her more for you?" Izumi's eye twitch that he began to fume with anger but never revealed it right in front of you or anyone else in the office but Arashi knew that he is indeed jealous. Your aunt cleared her throat to catch everyone's attention and everyone in her office all turn to face her. "Since everyone is already here, I have an announcement to make." "(Name), you're going to be Knights' photographer for a year. You'll be moved to Ensemble Square for a collaboration project with Knights and YMSK Modeling Agency." Your jaw dropped at the announcement and Arashi squeezed you and squealed. You blinked twice and raised your hand to ask her. "Why me? I'm not a professional photographer and I'm just a junior..." "Well, that's because your talents in photography were proven and revealed to someone," She answered and let out a sly smirk. "From someone who returned your camera and told me about it." Your face went pale and shifted your gaze to look at Izumi, who avoided looking at you by facing away from you. Arashi snickered and let out a chuckle. "Actually, not just him." You sighed out, "Rashi..." She chuckled as she swayed while hugging you close. "I'm sorry... I wanted to avoid it but I can't help it..." "(Name), you're no longer a junior anymore," Your aunt said as she softly smiled. "You immersed yourself alongside your senior while she's working and you observed her in every detail. In this level, you could be a professional due to your camera handling skills. A camera can only be tamed by talented hands and yours are born natural because an expert taught you carefully from scratch." "Because of that, you'll be promoted as a senior photographer but you still have less experience in working with an another professional so I guess that this could be a good opportunity for you to work with someone. Not to mention, you have former colleagues who can guide you to the entertainment industry while you're learning step by step." You couldn't say anything at this announcement that your aunt told you. It made you fall silent and nearly faint for holding your breath as you listened. You blinked twice and nodded. Izumi stared at you. His gaze softened as he looked at you. He wanted to act the same as how Arashi did to you but he couldn't. He only stood there and look away, hiding his sadness behind his annoyed expression.

W/N:

I hate him (affectionately). just wait for next year and watch me cringe after i read this.

#written by herri #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #izumi sena x reader #sena izumi x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #izumi sena #sena izumi

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