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demonpiratehuntress · 5 months

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laugh till you cry

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

Summary - this is based off the song Laugh Till You Cry by Faydee. One of his exes returns to wreak havoc on your relationship and win him back, but he's already too obsessed with you to even look her way.

Warnings - my first time writing for Ace but I absolutely adore him ❤❤

"Did anybody tell you you look better with your makeup on?

Did anybody tell you you don't matter to me anymore?

I was your joke, you were my heart

You played me well like a deck of cards

I see the tears run down your face

What, you think my mind is gonna change?

And I'm like"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no

You're gonna have to let this go

Didn't wanna say I told you so oh oh

But someone had to let you know

And if you think your tears are gonna change my mind

I'm not gonna waste your time

I'll remind you what I told you

You'd be laughing until you cry

I told ya

You'd be laughing 'til you cry, cry back to me

You'd be laughing 'til you cry, cry back to me"

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You didn't know much about Ace's past relationships. He preferred to keep you in the dark about that, thinking you were better off not knowing about his ex-girlfriends. You were inclined to agree, but that just meant you weren't prepared for what would take place at this new island you stopped by.

When Ace recognised it, he froze and his eyes widened.

"Ace?" You touched his arm gently, "Is something wrong?"

He snapped out of it, turning to you with a goofy smile, "Forget about exploring, let's go back to the room and cuddle."

"I don't usually have objections to that, but I kind of wanted to look around," you pouted.

And he was sold. There were a lot of things Ace could fight and win against, but you were not one of them. He was a sucker for you, and when you pouted like that he couldn't help but give in to whatever demand you were making.

"Fine, but I'm holding you responsible for whatever happens to me," he teased, sliding his arm around your waist. If there's one thing you loved the most about him, it was his constant need to be touching you in some way.

"Fine by me," you laughed and trudged off with him.

The downside to dating Ace was that he got sidetracked VERY easily, and you only noticed he had left your side when you were trying to show him a cute necklace inside one of the stores. You panicked, but you knew where to look. Ace would only dare let you for one thing.

Food.

You went around looking through all the little restaurants and bars that the island had to offer, finding him in the third one you visited. He was practically inhaling what looked like spaghetti, but you couldn't be sure since it was disappearing into his mouth so quickly.

"Ace!"

You had just been about to call out to him when someone beat you to it, and you turned to see a young woman making her way towards him. She was beautiful. It almost intimidated you, but then you remembered who your boyfriend was, and you were fine. That is, until she sat next to him and touched his arm, leaning in close.

"What do you want?" You heard him grumble with his mouth full, something you had told him many times not to do - because it was rude. You smiled and watched the scene unfold from afar, trusting your goofy boyfriend.

Before she could even speak, though, he was fast asleep. You giggled, being used to this, as the woman stared in shock with her jaw dropped. He jerked awake minutes later, resuming his frantic spaghetti consumption.

"As I was saying," she purred, running her hand along his bicep, "You look good."

"Can't say the same about you," was his instant reply, and you had to stifle your laugh so you wouldn't be spotted. "Look (Random Name), just let it it go. You don't matter to me at all anymore."

She frowned, apparently hurt, "But what we had was so good, you can't tell me-"

"If you think I'll take you back, you must be dreaming," the dark haired 2nd Division Commander cut her off, again with a mouthful. "You're not going to change my mind."

She suddenly burst into tears, begging and pleading with him and trying to convince him she was sorry. Ace ignored her for the most part, only saying one thing to her.

"You treated me like a joke, so don't come crying back to me. Besides, I already have an awesome girlfriend."

You smiled at his words, choosing that moment to walk over and stand behind him, rubbing his bare shoulders, "There you are."

He visibly lit up at your touch, like your fingers had jolted some energy into him. Within seconds, he had you on his lap with his arms tightly wound around your waist, nuzzling his face against your neck. Completely forgetting about his ex that sat there and stared in horror.

"I think I need to get you a leash," you said teasingly, running your fingers through his hair.

He shot you a devious grin, "That wouldn't be the worst thing."

Your eyes widened, immediately picking up on the dirty thoughts behind those words, "Ace!"

He laughed and kissed your cheek, staining it with sauce from his meal. But he was smiling at you so lovingly, absolutely dazed with love and adoration for you, that you found it incredibly difficult to get mad at him.

"I love you," he kissed your cheek again, making you giggle at the sensation of the sauce coupled with his lips.

"I love you too, but at least clean up first!"

He suddenly licked your cheek clean, "Done."

Your face was so red, your cheeks burning so much that you thought you might explode. Ace was not one to shy away from PDA, even the PG18+ kind. His ex was long gone, having seen for herself that he was only interested in one person, and that was you. Anyone could see how obsessed and in love Ace was with you, and it warmed your heart to know he would unashamedly express his love no matter where you were.

"Can we go back to the ship now?" He asked, twirling a bit of your hair around his index finger.

"Fine," you gave in, smiling. "I think I've explored enough."

With that, he happily lifted you up and despite your protests that you could walk, carried you all the way back to the ship just so he could lay you on his bed and spoon you.

You decided to do it differently this time, and repositioned you both so that you were spooning him. He was about to protest, but you cut him off.

"I want to sleep like this, babe. Besides, you look cute like this." You kissed the top of his head, and he melted into your embrace. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm, you're so comfortable," was his response.

"No, I mean...after today," you spoke carefully.

He shifted his weight so he could turn to look at you, "Of course." Then he feigned confusion, "Wait...what are you talking about?"

You shook your head with a smile, "I just want to make sure you're okay. Emotionally. You know I love you more than anything, and I want to make sure you feel nothing but happiness."

His heart swelled at your words. He was truly lucky to have someone who loved him so much. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, slowly, letting his kiss convey how much your words meant to him - how much YOU meant to him.

"Are you okay?"

Your brows furrowed in confusion, "Me? I'm fine. I trust you, you know."

He offered you a lopsided grin, "Good cause you're the only one I want."

Then he smothered you with a hug, peppering your face with kisses before you could say anything else. You sighed contentedly, knowing there was no way you could ever feel jealous or insecure with this lovebug around.

#one piece #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace x you #op

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yunjardi · 9 months

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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy!jake × fem!reader]

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[click here for this series' masterlist to read previous chapters, general warnings, and playlist]

[!!chapter warnings!!: smut [mdni], angst, some fluff?, DADDY KINK, overstimulation, unprotected sex, reader gets lifted up, smoking weed, arguing, crying, mentions of food, mentions of toxic family (!!!) lmk if i missed anything!]

*sorry for any grammar errors

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chapter 15: lipstick stains

upon arriving home from the japan trip, you gave perry some extra food whilst telling him how much fun you had as if he was listening to your rambling. traveling is fun and all, but nothing beats the feeling of being able to take a shower in the comfort of your home before climbing into your own bed. really the only downside to coming back from a few days off is the work shifts you have to make up. good thing you had an earlier than usual shift; earlier shifts mean you'll have more free time later in the day when things get really busy.

it was quick for you to doze off considering that you had such an eventful few days and now you were thinking about working. but before you could fully fall asleep, you remembered to text jake. you knew he'd worry if you didn't text him at least once before you went to bed.

your tummy filled with butterflies from simply texting the guy, so you could only imagine how much more excited you'll be to see him.

an uneasiness crept up on you while you read the texts over and over again.

why did he speak to you as if he's your boyfriend?

why is he always so affectionate?

'whatever, it doesn't matter, i'll just sleep,' you forced yourself to stop thinking about it in order to get to sleep.

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you woke up at the ripe hour of 3PM in the afternoon which left you with only about an hour and a half to get ready for your shift. springing out of bed, you ran to begin getting ready.

since it was your first day back, you wanted to look extra appealing to the customers because tips are always appreciated, right?

you made sure to put on a bit of makeup to hide the fact that you'd woken up so late, and you headed off to the bar.

the bar had become a bit of an anxiety trigger ever since that girl came around, but you came to realize that she was probably just trying to start some shit because she was most likely bored. you were there to work and nothing else; she just happened to get in your way.

before you could even get to the break room to put your personal belongings in your locker, an excited yeji engulfed you in a tight hug.

"ah, it feels like forever since i last worked a shift with you! innie and i missed you so bad while you were away with your little boyfie in japan!" yeji blabbed excitedly while you two were still hugging, "innie was all sulky because he was stuck with me the whole time ha! you already know how i like to annoy him on purpose."

it made you feel genuine joy to know that your friends were at home waiting for you to come back. you decided to wait until you could all meet up to give them souvenirs that you bought them.

"i never wanna leave you guys again," you remarked as you two broke the hug to begin your shift. yeji nodded in agreement while you guys made sure your outfits were in check before heading out.

the feeling of mixing drinks again felt oddly comforting. after all, it's all you used to do before jake came around; taking care of your customers was something that was important to you because it was once your main source of income. but now that jake was in your life, you didn't have to worry too much about how many tips you made, though it still boosted your confidence to see stacks of cash being given to you.

secretly, you'd been saving up all your tips to get jake a nice gift as a way to thank him for everything. sex was still somewhat a way to 'thank him,' but your heart wanted to make something truly meaningful for some reason. you also didn't want to use jake's money to buy a gift that's for him, so that was a reason to work harder.

your plan was to buy a designer white, long-sleeve button up shirt and make a recreation of the iconic maison margiela kiss-mark shirt. you thought of buying him an original one, but 1. there are only a few in the entire world, and 2. it's a crazy expensive piece of clothing. but it's more personalized and truly one of a kind if you remade it yourself, so you were trying to earn and save as many tips as you possibly could. your backup plan if you didn't have enough money was to make him some sort of baked good that was decorated to say something not-so pg-13 as a little joke. you felt more driven to put even higher quality work into your job because of this. you almost didn't want your shift to end because you were hungry for as many tips you could get. plus, you were having a great workday since no one who's previously messed with you during a shift has shown up.

when the time came for your workday to end, you eagerly walked back into the staff lounge to gather your belongings and head home to count up your money. you hoped and prayed that you could slide by with the money you'd earned.

you wanted to give something, even if it wasn't much, back to him for giving you what you feel you didn't deserve. you always believed that he could put his time, money, and energy into someone or something else, but after he told you that he chose you, you couldn't help but feel guilty for the times you pushed him away, for the times you didn't trust him because you barely trust anyone.

'i want to prove myself to you,' you thought to yourself as you walked to the bus stop, 'i need and want to trust you.'

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the bus ride felt so long which made you even more antsy to get home, but you were more than happy to hop off the bus and speed-walk to your place.

you barged into your house, locking the door behind you before busting into your room to quickly count up your money. if you had enough, you were immediately going out to get the materials you needed so that you could finish tonight and give him his gift the next day.

your heart beat got faster as you realized that you had more than enough money to get everything you needed for your project and some supplies to bake something for him as well as an extra surprise. letting out an excited squeal, you quickly changed out of your work clothes to speed to the shopping center that was closing in an hour and a half.

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you swore that your heart rate hadn't slowed down until you got back home from the shops, hands full of everything you needed to begin making your gifts for jake.

you decided to mix the ingredients for a tray of brownies and put it in the oven so that you had enough time to complete the shirt just in time for the brownies to be baked. you managed to quickly get everything in the oven and began prepping the shirt soon after.

laying out the (outrageously overpriced) white gucci long-sleeve button up on the clean counter, you applied a shade of red lipstick that jake had bought you and began meticulously placing gently kiss marks on the top part of the shirt. it was, surprisingly, turning out better than you anticipated. once the lipstick was set, you took out some fabric paint you bought from the store to touch up the kiss marks, afterwards putting paint sealing solution onto all the kiss marks to further protect them.

as if the timing was perfect, you heard the oven beep. you hung the shirt up in your bedroom before placing the warm brownies on the counter to cool down. you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you imagined what jake's reaction may be to your gifts, especially the brownies.

once they were cool enough, you spelt out 'i love ur huge dick' in chocolate letters as a joke. you knew jake would have a good laugh before eating them. placing the finished brownies in a clear plastic container, you put them aside to begin packaging the shirt in a flat box.

there was one last touch to the gift that you'd been meaning to do for a little while.

you dug out a small ring box and placed a spare key to your house inside it. you figured that he deserved to have one considering how much he took care of you. plus, everyone, 'everyone' meaning yeji and jeongin, who you'd trust with your life had one, therefore it'd be fitting if jake had one.

placing the dainty little ring box inside the same box that contained the shirt, you sealed it so it was ready for you to take to his house the next day.

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the next day came quickly, and you hopped out of bed to gussy up before calling a taxi to head to his place since it'd be quicker to do it that way than if you were to go on the underground train.

you wore a cute, short, pleated white skirt paired with a black and white prada cardigan, white knee-high stockings, and some simple black prada heels to tie the outfit together. you wanted to look pretty for jake since you were showing up to his place unannounced.

the taxi ride to his place was quite long considering that he lived on the opposite side of the city, the city being heavily divided by social class, but it was interesting to look around at the other houses.

finally, you arrived outside the gate of jake's house, typing in the security code that jake gave you to open the gate. now, you had to practically trek across his extravagant front yard and circular driveway just to get to the damn front door. the walk you had to take throughout the front yard felt longer than the taxi ride.

you reached out to ring the doorbell, hearing it echo through the house from outside. since jake's ahem- mansion was quite large, you always expected to wait a minute before he actually came to let you in; it was honestly painfully awkward to just stand there. finally, you heard the door unlock, and you were greeted by a shirtless jake clad in only joggers and a small towel around his nape. you also could help but notice that his hair was now a shade of brown which made you laugh do yourself because of how you made fun of him about doing bald. regardless, his image was making you blush.

"oh, princess," jake said with surprise in his tone, "i didn't expect you to come this early in the day." he smiled sheepishly as he witnessed the shock in your face from seeing him shirtless as if you hadn't seen him in this state a million times. "well, i came early because i brought gifts!" you smiled at jake as he guided you inside, his hand on your lower back. "that reminds me," jake smiled, "i have something for you as well." you couldn't help but become shy at the thought of jake getting you a gift even though he does it literally all the time.

once you got into his main lounge area, you set the clear brownie container and the gift box side by side on his coffee table. jake hovered over the container to read the little message you left on the brownie slab, his giggle turning into his signature laugh. jake moved toward you, hugging you from behind.

"well, if you love it so much, why don't you fuck it?" jake asked you teasingly, gently biting and kissing your neck. "now?" you asked with wide eyes to which jake responded with a hum, the feeling of jake's hard becoming prominent against your back. "if you say so," you shrugged, trying to tease him by seeming nonchalant.

jake moved onto one side of the couch, tossing the towel that was once around his nape onto the table whilst inviting you to sit on his lap.

he pulled you into a messy kiss as you began to grind your hips down hard against his, jake feeling the soft moans you were letting out against his lips.

without breaking the kiss, jake managed to get you out of your clothes, besides your knee high stockings which jake found incredibly sexy, and have you grinding on his bulge. you moved your hands to pull his joggers and boxers off, still as impressed as ever at the sight of his cock. pushing your hips toward him, you took hold of his member and put it against your lower stomach, admiring how deep his cock would be buried inside you. seeing you 'measure' how deep he would be turned him on even more, which he didn't even think was possible considering the fact that he's already fully hard and hot and bothered.

jake quickly lifted your hips, impatient and wanting to be inside you. feeling his thick tip pass through the first few inches of your entrance made you go insane, your walls already tightening around jake's cock. "it barely fits yet you still take every inch so well, princess," jake praised, "now be a good girl and start moving for me, okay?" you nodded in compliance as you gently lifted your hips and collided into his, jake letting out a satisfied groan. jake was so deep inside you that you swore you could feel him all the way in your stomach.

he let you bounce on his cock, adoring how cute you were while moaning as you fell into spells of pleasure. "fuck," you let out a whiny moan, biting your lip gently afterward, "you feel so good, jakey. it's so deep inside me." jake smirked at the way he could feel your thighs gently trembling on top of his, knowing that you were falling apart over his dick.

at this point in time, jake was fully just thinking with his dick which led him to swiftly get up off the couch, still holding you, and begin fucking you while standing up.

your eyes were rolling back as you moaned loudly for him. you were so overtaken by pleasure that you couldn't even let him know that you were about to cum. the feeling of your cum running down jake's hard-on had him fucking you harder, faster. even after all this time, jake's stamina still takes you by surprise. no one could ever do it like jake; he's the only one who could make you go this crazy.

jake soon brought you back to the couch, still not finished with you. he roughly turned you around so that you were facing away from him and made sure you were comfortable before shoving himself back inside you. you let out a loud moan at the sensation before jake began thrusting into you from below, his hands running all over your body yet still keeping you steady at the same time. you, once again, found yourself cumming all over his cock without warning, your orgasm washing over you in waves. "mmm fuck," you whined out, still being stuffed with jake's member, "that feels so good, daddy."

not long after you, jake's orgasm also took over him, hot ropes of cum spurting into you as you tried to catch your breath. it was probably one of the craziest orgasms jake has ever had.

still quietly panting, you let jake pull out so that you could plop down on the couch next to him.

"you're fucking insane, you know that?" you asked with a light laugh once your breathing slowed down. "only because of you, you know that?" jake countered your comment, nudging you on the shoulder playfully before standing up to retrieve some wet wipes from one of the bathrooms so that you two could clean up.

"here, i'll go upstairs and get us some clothes," jake smiled at you as you now tried to hide your body away as if he hasn't seen it a million times already, "if we don't cover up soon, we'll probably end up fucking again." jake joked and let out a laugh, though you both knew his statement was fully true. taking his discarded sweatpants with him, he headed upstairs to his bedroom to fetch some clothes.

you took that time to put your underwear and bra back on before jake came back downstairs. after all, it was kinda starting to feel weird just sitting fully naked in his mansion that had huge windows off to the side from where you were sitting.

soon, jake came back fully dressed and holding out something for you to put on: one of his short-sleeve shirts, a pair of your leggings, and those mid-calf nike socks that you thought were obscurely over priced for just a pack of 4 (but you had to admit that you loved them).

"ah, i forgot your gift," jake sighed as he remembered that he'd left the gift he had for you all the way upstairs, "wait right here, i'm gonna wrap it real nice since it's still up there." he flashed his cheeky yet shy smile, slightly embarrassed that he had 1. forgotten it and 2. hadn't even packaged it yet. "you're silly," you laughed as jake dragged his socks on the marble floors to get back over to the stairs.

you took it upon yourself to get up and go place your gifts for jake over on the kitchen counter since the brownies seemed out of place just sitting on the coffee table. picking up the brownie container and gift box, you headed over to the kitchen to place them both on the counter.

glancing off to the side, you noticed two glass cups next to each other. of course, you wouldn't have thought much of it because why would you, but you couldn't help but notice that one of the cups' rims had faint traces of red lipstick on it.

suddenly, your stomach felt sick. you couldn't tell if you were upset or angry. all you knew was that you wanted to get the hell out of his house.

you sped over to the coffee table, swiftly retrieving your bag and walking into the foyer where you put on a pair of sneakers, that you usually left at his house, and walked out the door.

you didn't slam his door per se, but you closed the door loud enough to make it known that you were leaving.

quickly, you dashed down his driveway and front yard, making it outside of the gate before hailing a cab to take you home.

it took everything in your power to not start crying in the taxi, your phone now ringing off the hook with multiple calls and texts from jake wondering where the hell you ran off to.

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"yeah, and n-now i f-feel h-horrible," you blubbered to yeji over the phone after explaining the situation and how you made the gift yourself only to be confronted by lipstick stains from someone else, "i literally d-don't even w-wanna think about h-him. god, i could puke right n-now." you sniffled loudly and blowed your nose into a tissue. "my sweet y/n," yeji sighed softly, genuinely feeling for you, "i know, i know, let it all out. heck, you could even scream at me if you want to. but seriously, he's such a jerk for that." yeji continued to listen to all the little things you had to say whilst she tried her best to cheer you up.

yeji was really the only other girl you had in your life besides literally yourself. you knew that you couldn't lean on any other woman for issues like this; especially not your mom for because she's on another level of asshole-ness, you didn't talk to your siblings either, your sisters in specific who you could really use right now, at all, so without yeji, you'd probably be doomed when it came to stuff like this.

"honestly," you sniffled, "...i feel like smoking weed right now." yeji couldn't help but chuckle at you. "go ahead, girl, just be safe or you'll get it from me" yeji joked from the other line, "anyways, you know exactly who to call for that stuff."

after hanging up the phone with yeji, you went straight to your contacts, calling someone else up while trying your hardest to avoid all of the missed calls and texts from jake.

"hey, yeonjun."

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knock, knock, knock.

you sprung up from your bed upon hearing the knocks at the door.

looks like yeonjun is finally here.

you opened the door and were greeted by his sly smile as usual.

you offered him to stay the night since you two would be getting high together, and you didn't want him driving home whilst not being sober. he, of course, jumped at the opportunity.

"hey, it's been a little while," you laughed quietly as he pulled you into a hug, "thanks for showing up on such short notice."

"oh, it's no problem, really," yeonjun shrugged with a chuckle, "now that university is over, i have nothing else to do."

you led him over to your room so that he could set his bag down and get everything ready. he made sure to bring some food over as well since weed tends to make you hungry. yeonjun may seem like the type of guy to just go over to a girl's house and not think about anything but getting some action, but he cared deep down.

both of you sat on the couch, and yeonjun got everything ready for you two to start smoking.

you let him take the first hit, watching him inhale deeply before letting the smoke pass through his pretty lips.

they weren't as pretty as jake's, though.

passing the blunt over to you, he let you take a hit before he pulled you closer and put his arm around your shoulder.

"you don't look the way you usually do," yeonjun pointed out, "there's something wrong, isn't there?" you sighed out after your next hit, nodding in defeat as you rested your head on his arm. "do you wanna talk about it, beautiful? a pretty girl like you should always be smiling," yeonjun asked, not forgetting to add a dash of flirting as he usually did.

"do you remember jake?" you asked as you passed the blunt to him, him nodding before taking a hit, "i think he's seeing someone else at the same time as we're having a... thing, if you can even call it that. i went to his place earlier today to bring him some gifts that i made him the night prior as a surprise, and i saw that he had two cups in his sink, one of them stained with dark red lipstick. it made me feel shitty, so i decided to leave without saying a word to him." you explained between the passing of the almost gone blunt which prompted yeonjun to get up and prepare his bong to smoke from.

"bro is a fucking sleaze, seriously. and i'm not just saying that to make you feel better, i'm saying it because i think you deserve someone who won't lead you on like that. please don't think that you're at fault for being upset," yeonjun reassured you, putting his arm around you again and letting you fall into him after taking another deep inhale of weed, "god, he's a fucking dick for that."

you couldn't help but let a few tears roll down your face as you opened up to him about what happened. you weren't even particularly close to yeonjun, but he just felt so trustworthy. were those thoughts maybe a side effect from being high? possibly. did you really care? nope. you just needed to get everything off your chest.

"please don't cry," yeonjun said upon feeling his shirt become wet with tears, "he is not worth it. guys aren't supposed to leave women in tears like this. remember that, okay?" you nodded as yeonjun helped you dry your tears.

at this point, you couldn't even keep count of how many hits of weed you'd taken. all you knew right now is that you were overcome with intense sadness, barely being able to stop your tears as yeonjun hugged you tight, his sweet cologne tickling your nose.

you were so out of it from your emotions paired with weed that you didn't even notice how quickly you drifted off to sleep.

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waking up, you didn't expect to feel your mattress underneath you. you got up and peered out your open door, seeing yeonjun fast asleep on your couch with a cozy blanket and pillow underneath his head.

quietly, you snuck over to your bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror and staring at how shitfaced you looked from smoking all night. you decided to brush your teeth, wash your face, and fix your hair a bit to see if it'd make you feel better.

you suddenly heard the bathroom door creak open, seeing yeonjun's reflection in the mirror.

"oops, i didn't even think of knocking," he looked down sheepishly. "don't worry about it," you chuckled in response, "i was just on my way out anyway. wanna go out to get breakfast or something?" yeonjun nodded, already beginning to brush his teeth. you smiled at him before walking out of the bathroom to give him privacy.

while you were waiting on him, you decided to plop onto your bed and check your phone.

the calls and texts from jake were reaching the hundreds at this point. from what you could see, he'd been texting you almost all night.

you felt your stomach tie itself into a knot. you slid your phone to the other side of the bed and lied down, pretending to sleep so that yeonjun would leave you be once he got out of the bathroom.

you felt like sobbing your eyes out.

you hadn't gotten texts like these since you left home all those years ago.

shutting your eyes tightly, you tried to think about something else, anything else, but you simply couldn't.

the bathroom door creaked open, yeonjun walking out and spotting you on your bed. he figured that you went back to sleep and decided to chill on the couch until you "woke up."

suddenly, you heard a weird noise that startled you a bit, but you decided to ignore it until you heard the door open.

your soul fully sunk through your body. you forgot that you gave jake a spare key.

"and what do you think you're doing here?" you heard jake's deep aussie accent question yeonjun as you gulped. "i should be the one asking you that question," yeonjun argued back, "y/n? are you awake? we've got some company."

you had to bite the bullet, you had to. you crept out of your room, seeing jake and yeonjun staring at each other with fury in their eyes.

"jake, what are you doing here..." you sighed out as you looked down. jake ran toward you, relieved that you were safe. he reached over to pull you into an embrace which you rejected. jake swore the world stopped spinning when you moved yourself away from it; you'd never done something that...cold.

"uh, s-should i leave?" yeonjun asked awkwardly though still worried. "i advise you do," jake replied to him immediately. "don't talk to my friends like that..." you glared at him, causing him to stiffen.

"okay, i'll go," yeonjun sighed as he walked over to grab his backpack off the floor, "but if i hear that you put your hands on her, you're done for; i'll fuck you up, remember that." before he walked out the door, made sure to mouth 'be safe' to you.

"what the fuck, jake?!" you yelled out once the door was shut, "you didn't have to be aggressive with him! h-he was just helping me with something." it wasn't a complete lie.

"if anything, i should be asking you 'what the fuck!' you literally haven't contacted me since you abruptly left my house yesterday evening no matter how many times i messaged and called you! you had me worried sick! what the hell is going on?! was he here all night? is that why you didn't talk to me? did i interrupt your little fling?" jake rebuttaled.

"you're one to talk about having a little fling," you said under your breath before going off, "you're the one having girls over at your house one after another! you probably dyed your hair for her too... you were probably shirtless and fresh out of the shower because you had something going on before i got there, huh? you're lucky she left before i got there, right? she would've been so upset to see another girl over, wouldn't she? i saw that lipstick stained cup, jake, and i'm absolutely over it. i'm not just gonna sit here and act like i'm fine with this because i'm not."

jake sighed in frustration as he put his forehead on one of his hands. "look, it's seriously not what you think-"

"don't waste your breath. get out, get out and go back to her. what you do is none of my business; i don't give a fuck anymore."

"y/n, fucking listen to me, okay?!"

you flinched at the way he raised his voice. for the second time today, you were brought back to when you were still living with your shitty family. the yelling was getting to be too much, and you were trying your hardest to conceal the tears that threatened to pour from your eyes.

jake noticed how your body seemed to stiffen at how he was talking to you, and he felt horrible about it, but it was the only way you'd listen; he knew you well.

"that girl who was at my house prior to you coming over was the same girl who'd been harassing you at work. she came over unannounced to whine and question why i took you with me to japan instead of her, and i explained everything to her. i kindly asked her to butt out and which only made her angrier. she's trying to get between us, and i don't know what else to do but wait things out and hope she eventually leaves us alone and-"

"if i'm you're "everything," then why are you having such a hard time being assertive toward her? i trusted you, jake... i thought you actually cared, but it seems like you don't anymore."

so much for wanting to trust him, right?

jake's eyes widened in shock at the sudden realization that you heard him say that you're his everything when you guys were back in japan.

"w-wait, you heard that?" jake asked.

"wow, is that really what you're worried about right now? the fact that i heard you lie?"

"i wasn't lying! y/n, please stop being like this. i was serious then, and i'm still serious now. please don't cry."

you honestly didn't even realize you began crying until he pointed it out. frantically, you wiped your tears in embarrassment.

"h-how do y-you expect me t-to believe y-you?" you hiccuped through your tears, "j-just admit t-that y-you don't c-care about m-me." you fully sobbed your eyes out in front of him, your emotions making your body physically weak.

"y/n," jake's voice broke as tears rolled down his cheeks, "i-i just- i really care about you. fuck it, y/n, i can't take it anymore-

i love you..."

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sopiao · 8 months

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Hiyyyyyaa, how would the 141+könig react to military y/n being a goth girl? But they didn't know because she doesn't wear her piercings or makeup due to stranded military rule regulations, until they all meet up at the pug. Please and thank you. Take your time.

EHEHEHHE I LUV DIFF STYLE REQS LIKE THESE ^^

i tried my best 😭

Being apart of the task force was probably the best decision you made, you like the people, you have fun, and it pays good. Only downside of having to take off each of your piercings each time, especially if their fresh or barely healed, which could be dangerous (don’t do that kids) but rules are rules.

You never really told them about your style or anything since you didn’t really think it would be important, or if it would even matter.

When Soap reaches out to everyone and suggests to all meet up at a pub, you were more than willing to come. You had more than a handful of missions together and spent quite some time with them, but have never seen your teammates out of work before.

You’re the last to arrive since your time management is shit, you were stressing and messing up your makeup, but hey, at least you came. Parking your motorcycle and kicking the stand, leaving your helmet on the handle. At this point you realize that none of your comrades has never seen you in your attire, with all of your piercings in.

Entering the warmly lit and semi-busy, you saw them at a wooden table off to the side, laughing and talking about whatever has been going on in their lives, you see six drinks assuming they bought one for you. You decide to fuck with them since this’ll be the first time they see you in the full get-up.

“Boo!” At first their startled, then confused. Soap interested, he’s never been with a goth girl before, he’ll try anything— or anyone— once. Gaz is the first to realize who you are

“[NAME]?!!” Gaz shouts, making everyone look at him then to you, all making the same conclusion at the same time, Soap a little slower, but that’s normal. You chuckle, smiling as Price scoots to the side to make room for you, pulling out the chair next to him. It’s regular for him to want to sit next to you, he even had his jacket draped over the back rest to save it for you.

“You look sick” Gaz smiles, it soothed you. At first, you were worried how they’d think of you looking like this, but seeing his genuine expression eases you a little more. They wanted to say something, a comment or compliment, but they didn’t know how to say it properly without making it sound weird, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Oh! We got you a drink” Soap slides over your drink, a fruity strawberry Cosmopolitan. It was all new to them but familiar at the same time. They always kinda pictured this look on you but never thought they’d actually see it. In a way it kinda reflected how you are in the field.

“Did it hurt?” Ghost speaks up from beside you. Of course it hurt. But you were glad that he was interested, especially because he is almost never interested in anything.

“Some more than others” You shrug, hands resting in the pockets of your DIO sweater. Ghost leans forward, arms crossed and resting on the wooden table, slight nod of the head signaling for you to continue.

“Top 5?” Price asks, his arm wrapped behind you to rest on the backrest of your chair. You’re surprised that they’re even this interested, you kinda expected them to just accept it and move back into the conversation.

“Uhh.. I guess the first would be these. Took a while to stretch these out” Turning your head to show the others, poking the tip of your finger through the hole of your gauges. Chuckling awkwardly until you heard oohs and aahhs from them.

“Industrial is second, couldn’t sleep on my side for a couple months” Turning your head to the other side to show the metal bar coming between the shell of your ear.

“But this put me through hell, couldn’t talk or eat for a while. Lived off of smoothies for like forever” Sticking your tongue out to show the small metal star on the center of your tongue. Ghost’s eyes slightly widened, he had one too (i luv referencing my other stuff) but didn’t wanna mention anything yet.

“This hurt, but after a week I didn’t even feel it” Twisting the metal bar of your bridge, careful not to smudge your makeup.

“Didn’t even feel this, my lip was a little swollen for a while though” You pull your lip down to show off your snake bites. You didn’t really notice this until now, they were intently listening, not just hearing you but actually listening. Not expecting them to be this interested since people either were a little weirded out or just a dick about it.

“Wow… And I’m too scared to even get my ears pierced” König chuckled nervously, hand unconsciously coming up to lightly pinch his smooth and un-poked ear lobe.

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“It was nice seeing you guys again” Grinning warmly as you all stood outside of the pub. The snow made you wanna leave already, but the company of your friends made it bearable.

You give Gaz a kiss on the cheek. A simple and platonic act of affection. Forgetting you had black lipstick on, seeing the black mark on his cheek made you embarrassed. Especially with Soap’s teasing.

“Hey, give me one, too” He bent down and tapped his cheek, with a cheeky grin. Laughing it off as you planted one on his cheek. Price leaned in too, wordlessly asking for one.

König was still not ready to lift his mask up that high yet, but he still wanted a kiss. So you just settled a smooch on the back of his hand like and prince would do to his fair lady. After you left a kiss mark on each of them they all looked at Ghost, waiting for him to lift his mask up for one.

He looked around with a shrug, then shaking his head with a sigh, as he uncrossed his arms and lifted the side of his mask only up to his nose. Making sure to press with a little more pressure with him since there was less lipstick on your lips since it was faded.

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Extra:

Omg. Imagine like showing off cool but weird tricks. Taking off one of your lip piercings and showing off how you can squirt out water from the opening. Soap wondering if you could slurp spaghetti through it.

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 8 months

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Happy Together

Pairing: Florence Pugh × Fem!Reader

Summary: A cute unplanned date night with your girlfriend, Florence

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, be aware and be kind

"Hey," Florence greeted as she walked closer to where you were leaning against the car. "You didn’t have to pick me up."

It was late. Very late, actually. There were maybe three or four cars still in the parking lot aside from yours, but there wasn’t anyone else walking around. They were probably still in the studio working, even at that ridiculous hour.

Florence's face showed her fatigue. She had cleaned her skin from the heavy makeup she had to wear on set and it was easy to spot the bags under her eyes. She was also wearing her comfortable sweatpants and a loose jacket, the same clothes she had walked out of the house earlier that day. It seemed she was a minute away from falling asleep while walking from the way she was dragging her feet.

However, as soon as she spotted you, her face lit up all at once. You could feel your chest warming up at the clear affection you could see in her expression, at the bright smile that curled her lips up, at the way she seemed taller and more alert than she had been a second ago. It was mostly dark around you two, and you wouldn’t have been able to see anything if it wasn’t for the reflectors around the parking lot, but you would be able to swear right there that Florence lit up everything around her like the sun.

When she stopped in front of you, glancing up, you realized you hadn’t replied yet. Instead of saying something yet, you cupped her jaw, tilted your head to the side, and pressed a lingering kiss on her lips. You didn’t bother to deepen it, though the simple, delicate touch was enough to make your heart race inside your chest.

When you pulled away, all smiles and warm cheeks, you wasted no time placing both hands on her waist to keep her where she was. Standing between your slightly parted legs, looking at you with those soft green eyes. Suddenly, you were in no rush to get back home. You could stay there forever with her, if needed.

"Yes, well, I wasn't going to let you get a cab this late," you replied after a few seconds.

It was past midnight the last time you checked your phone. One of the downsides of her work. When the night shots started, Florence would be in the studios for much longer than usual and, really, there were days she didn’t even know when she would be free to go home.

When she told you early that week that she would be getting back home around two or three in the morning, you were worried, of course. So, the obvious solution in your head was to make sure she would get there safely. You two didn’t live together yet, and you knew you would stay awake until she texted you to let you know she made it home, so, really, it was easier to go pick her up.

Besides, that gave you an excellent excuse to see her again. Even if you woke up together only hours ago.

Florence rolled her eyes fondly at you, a smile trying to make an appearance, before she placed a palm flat against your chest, right above your heart. Her hand stayed there for a moment, but her finger quickly started to draw the outline of your bra under your shirt. It was a move made out of habit, you knew it, but there was no stopping the shiver that ran down your spine.

"We don't need both of us to have a fucked up schedule, you know?" She said.

You shrugged. "I don't have work tomorrow, so it's not a problem." Then, because you knew she would insist that you didn’t have to be there, you kept talking: "Did you have time to eat yet?"

The grimace that took over her expression was enough to let you know the answer, but she still grumbled under her breath. "No. I literally just left the costume department to take off my clothes. We had to make, like, a million takes on the same thing," she complained and an adorable pout showed up right after.

It made you want to lean over to kiss her lips again, but you kept yourself in place offering only a smile at her. You didn’t quite understand her world - the shootings, the photoshoots, the costumes, the takes - though you loved the way her eyes shined whenever she mentioned her work.

That, of course, didn’t change the fact that, sometimes, her working schedule messed up some other aspects of her life, such as eating food and drinking water. It always made you worried whenever she told you she skipped lunch or that she totally forgot to drink water that day. You always jokingly said it was a hard task to make sure she would live another day, but, in reality, you were just constantly worried about her.

Which explained the way you physically cringed when you heard her poor explanation. "Oh, Flo," you sighed and just knew there was no point trying to talk her into healthy habits. "Well, let’s see if we can find an open restaurant, okay?"

"I'm tired." Florence pouted while drawing her hands to her shoulders and then down your arms.

"I know, but you need to eat something. We can order it to go, if you wish."

"Fine," she sighed and pulled away from you, which almost made you regret ever saying anything. "But just because I'm actually hungry."

"Get inside your carriage then, madam," you joked, adding a weird French accent in the last word, and making a quick run to the passenger's side to open the door for her.

She chuckled at you and kissed your cheek as she walked past you to enter the car. You took some precious seconds to recover from the way your heart fluttered because of the delicate kiss, but, eventually, you were able to rush to the driver's seat and take off not long after that.

"What do you wanna eat?" You asked.

"Whatever we can find open this late at night," she replied with a small shrug. "It's very late, I doubt we're going to find any open restaurants."

You would have to agree with her. You tried to keep your eyes on the road at the same time you glanced from side to side to see if you could find anything that was still working that late, but Florence's favorite places were closed, just like everywhere else. It was a bit crazy to think a city that size wouldn’t be working 24/7, but it seemed it wasn’t your lucky day because there were no restaurants still open for you to take your girlfriend for a late dinner.

Eventually, after you drove for several minutes and your frustration grew more and more, you felt Florence's hand touching your thigh to get your attention. "Let's go home, my love. I'm sure I still have some instant noodles in the cabinet."

You sighed, ready to admit your defeat. "I guess we would only find a McDonald's working this late. Sorry, babe."

Busy as you were trying to get a better look at the river mirror to change lanes so you could drive to her house, you failed to notice the face your girlfriend made. "Hmm," she hummed, tilting her head to the side as well. "I wouldn’t be opposed to McDonald's."

"Really?" You asked in surprise, throwing a quick glance at her. "McDonald's?"

"They have a vegetarian menu now," was the only thing she said before shrugging, and you really didn’t need much more to change your way to the closest McDonald's you could find.

Florence loved to eat real food, as she liked to say, and it was very unusual that she would express the wish to eat fast food like that. However, considering the other option was to go home and make instant noodles, you weren’t going to try to change her mind. Besides, you really loved good junk food.

"Fine," you relented. "But, if your mom asks, I get mad when you don't eat healthy food." To make your point, you turned your head at her, taking advantage of the red light, and made a face that was clearly you trying to have an 'I'm-Mad-Façade'.

Florence laughed loudly, throwing her head back for a moment and showing the column of her throat, before she leaned over until your noses were almost touching. What did touch you, though, was her finger poking where your eyebrows had joined thanks to your fake grimace. It made your face instantly relax and she laughed again when you pouted and looked at the street again. A second later, the light turned green and you were moving again.

"Very mad," she teased, although there was too much love in her tone for it to actually bother you. "The maddest."

You sighed dramatically. "My efforts are never acknowledged."

"They're always acknowledged, darling," Florence corrected you gently as she placed a soft hand on your thigh.

You grabbed her hand and raised it to your lips so you could kiss her knuckles, but you had to drop your light teasing with her since you had to pull into the drive-thru. "What do you want to eat?"

"Oh, I could eat an entire house," she groaned. Florence moved a bit to be able to read the bright letters as you drove in. "McPlant, the apple pie and fries."

"Anything to drink?"

"I should probably get water," Florence said, but, as you looked at her with a raised brow, she laughed. "What? At least I got the vegetarian one!"

"So that means you can drink the milkshake," you joked, already leaning over to make your order.

"That's way too much food," she commented when you moved to grab your credit card.

You shrugged. "You said you're hungry."

"But two large fries, four apple pies and nuggets?"

This time, you opened a smile at her as you waited to type your password. "I hope you enjoy the menu for our romantic date," you joked. "Very romantic," you added after putting your wallet away.

Florence rolled her eyes, but she had a big smile on her face and you couldn’t resist leaning in to give her a peck. You drove to pick up your order next and, after putting way too many things inside your car, you started driving toward her house. Florence kept talking about her day, her crazy agenda, her ongoing meetings and table readings, and you listened to her carefully as both of you stole a french fry from a bag every once in a while.

You were about a mile from her house when she tapped your arm suddenly and pointed at something. "Let's go to the park!"

"What?!" You asked without trying to hide your surprise. "Do you know how late it is?"

She glanced at you. "It's literally in front of a police station. And there’s a place to park the car."

"Are you sure you don't wanna go home?"

"I'm just trying to bring this romantic dinner to a nice location," Florence explained.

And even if you weren’t totally sure it was a good idea, you also knew you were very bad at telling her 'no'. That's why it wasn’t a surprise at all when you found yourself parking your car at the spot right under a lamppost. It was a nice park, but you already knew that. Florence takes her dog there for walks and you have joined them more than once. Even so, it looks even better at night. The fountain lit up with thousands of little lights that also made the trees and flowers around it glow as well. It was also a beautiful night. They could see the stars and the moon up in the sky, the street wasn’t awfully noisy as usual, and the few people walking around didn’t even seem to exist.

Florence apparently had intended for you two to eat inside the car, but you got out and started to put the different bags of food on top of the hood before you coaxed her outside as well. Your girlfriend looked a bit suspicious, although she didn’t offer any resistance when you helped her slide on the hood. You made a quick pause to give her a kiss, letting your hands rest on her hips for a few more seconds, and then you pushed yourself up to sit by her side, already grabbing a nugget to eat.

Florence only smiled at you, shaking her head fondly, before she reached for her burger to start eating. There, both of you talked and ate with no rush at all, talking and laughing and sharing fries. At some point, Florence had some ketchup at the corner of her mouth and you used the pad of your thumb to clean it, smiling when you noticed her cheeks turning a bit darker.

"I'm sorry," you whispered with a grin, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

"For what?" Florence asked and tilted her head to the side.

You shrugged, unsure. "Well, you're used to fancy restaurants and those complicated dishes I can't even pronounce. And here I am, making you eat McDonald's on top of the hood of my car."

Florence's hand touched your cheek before you could look away from her as you planned on doing. She waited until your eyes were locked with hers and smiled gently. "This is the most romantic dinner I ever had," she declared so certainly that there was no room left for you to doubt it even for a second. "Because it's you, and I’m so lucky to have you, darling. How lucky can I be, really, that I just got the best girlfriend in the entire world, huh?"

Feeling even more embarrassed and a bit flustered, you end up looking down. "Didn’t know you were dating yourself," you grumbled under your breath, almost low enough that Florence wouldn’t be able to hear it.

But she did, and her reaction was to laugh happily at you. Florence's body ended up leaning toward you and her forehead rested on your shoulder as her small frame shook with laughs, and you just couldn’t help but put your arm around her waist even if your cheeks felt like they were on fire. It still amazed you that you kept falling more and more in love with her as the days went by.

"Come on, let’s get you home," you said after her laughs ceased.

You tapped Florence's thigh and tried to move away, but she only leaned away enough time to place a hand on your cheek to pull you in for a kiss. Your lips touched gently at first, bringing a shiver down your spine, though you didn’t waste any time to slip your tongue between her parted lips. Florence sighed against your lips and that’s when you both knew it was time to break the kiss.

"You're coming with me, right?" Florence asked once she pulled away, licking her lips while brushing her thumb against your bottom lip to brush off her lipstick.

"If you wish for my outstanding presence," you joked and got an eye roll as a reply, which made you chuckle. "Anything you want, Flo."

"Let's go then," she declared. "I want to cuddle!"

"Your wish is my command, my love."

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rogersideup · 11 months

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter 7

Beautifully Natured

Series Masterlist

Previous part: Sunflower Next Part: The Brewing Storm

Word Count: 5,999

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Descriptions of injuries, mentions of anxiety, and sexual and domestic abuse. Topics discussed in this chapter could be hard for some people, please be advised.

"So..." You shouted from the inside of your walk in closet to make sure Steve could hear you from his spot, comfortably sprawled out in your bed wearing nothing but your blankets. "I just have to input work hours into payroll and decorate a few cakes for pickup tomorrow. It should only take a few hours, do you want to do something after?"

"Ummmmm yeah" He shouted back, sass laced in his tone. "What am I supposed to do? Say no?"

"Well then sorry I asked!?" You rolled your eyes, happy he couldn't see the stupid smile on your face as you buttoned your jean shorts.

"Are you sure you have to go to work at all?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm sure." You looked through all your tops to try and find one good enough to wear to work.

"But isn't the beauty of being your own boss being able to make your own work hours?"

"Yes, but the downside is needing to make sure all your employees are taken care of. If I don't input payroll today, nobody will get paid next week." You explained, pulling a shirt off a hanger.

A pair of unsuspecting arms wrapped around your bare stomach from behind, and a few kisses were placed at the crown of your head. "I'm sure they have savings?"

You giggled at his attempt. If it were up to him, the two of you would be naked in bed all day. Watching movies, eating food, and getting your daily cardio in through endless romps between the sheets. As lovely as that sounded, you had a whole business that heavily relied on you to keep operating.

"People have kids to feed and rent to pay, baby." You slipped the T-shirt over your head, and he stepped back to give you space to do so.

Once your arms were pulled through the short sleeves, and you tucked just the front into your pants. He reached his hand out to grab your injured one, it was only then you noticed he managed to put some pants on.

"How's your money maker?" He questioned, inspecting the healing gash in your palm.

"Getting better every day." You reassured him. "It's almost gone."

"Feeling better?"

"Doesn't even hurt" You nodded.

"Tough as nails, beautiful." He raised the back of your hand to his lips before kissing it. "And you'll have a really cool scar to show for it."

No matter how much time you've spent with him, or how intimate the two of you have become, you still couldn't help the blush in your cheeks whenever he complemented you.

You just simply weren't used to a guy treating you like this, it was as if Steve worshiped the ground you walked on. He complemented you every chance he got, held open every door, never let your glass vase empty of flowers, and deeply cared about your well-being. You'd never eaten and consumed water on such a consistent basis in your entire life.

The track record of lousy men in your life had you used to busting your ass to make sure their stomachs were full, you fought tooth and nail just for a moment of their attention. You'd spend hours squeezing yourself into uncomfortable shape-ware then into even more uncomfortable outfits after hours of doing your hair and makeup just for a glimmer of hope that they'd tell you they thought you were pretty.

You were used to 24 hour labor just to maintain a career and keep your last ex happy, busting your ass in hopes of validation from him just for your cheek to be met with the back of his hand and his back turned away from yours as you slept at night. You'd sleep with him even if you hated every second just for the chance to feel his arms around you, you'd hoped that maybe you'd get to look into his pretty brown eyes and see a tiny sparkle of lust for you. But you always ended up feeling worse than where you started. Like a toy, a vessel for his white picket fence fantasy.

But Steve? You're pretty sure he'd get on his hands and knees just to kiss your feet if you'd let him. Sometimes you felt guilty. You knew you should enjoy every moment of feeling wanted and worshipped, the altitude in which Steve cared about you is something you thought you could only dream of from a man.

But a lot of the times you had to stop and take a deep breath. Like when he'd rest his hand on your cheek and you'd have to physically restrain yourself from flinching, or when he told you how beautiful he thought you were but all you could get yourself to believe was that he was lying to keep you close and use your body. When he reached for your hands to hold them or give you a hug, your brain always wanted to yank them away before he could have the chance to pull you first.

Of course you knew that's not what was happening here, and you never had any of thought thoughts before sleeping with him. Why they had become so loud and invasive recently was beside you, and completely aggravating.

You wished in moments like these you still had Georgia to talk to. She was the only one who truly knew what you had gone through, and the only one who ever seemed to give you advice you could wholeheartedly trust. Of course you had other friends, but they wouldn't understand like Georgia would. Shit, Georgia wouldn't even understand anymore considering she hated Steve with every bone in her body.

So now it was up to you, and your sort-of clueless fugitive to sort out this jumbled mess of emotions in your head. Quite honestly, you didn't want to subject him to carrying the weight of the hurt in your heart. So.... you were down to just you.

"...did I lose you?" He asked as he gently let go of your hands when he saw a glossy lost look in your eyes.

"No..." You shook your head and forced a smile. "Sorry. What do you want to do later? Do you have anything in mind?"

He nodded shyly. "I have some plans in mind if you're feeling up to it."

"What kind've plans?" You asked, eyebrow raising in suspicion.

"Surprise plans" He shrugged.

"Should I be scared?" You thought out-loud.

"No" he giggled. "It's definitely nothing too crazy."

"Should I change when I get home from work?"

"Nope, what you're wearing is perfect, and I'll come pick you up."

You checked your outfit in the mirror hanging on the closet door just to make sure you looked okay before leaving the house. "A t-shirt and shorts is perfect?"

"You look great" he grinned proudly before kissing your shoulder, looking at you through the mirror.

"Are you sure you want to pick me up? I don't mind meeting you at your place." You questioned.

"Yeah of course!" He said enthusiastically. "Why would I not pick you up?"

"Just seems a little inconvenient for you, that's all." You grinned at his confusion.

"It's not inconvenient" He shook his head. "It would be inconvenient for you to come all the way back here just to meet me at my house then leave again. Plus, even if it was inconvenient for me I wouldn't mind because I'd do pretty much anything just to spent 5 minutes with you."

"You're a puppy dog, Steve." You smiled on the outside but screamed on the inside, just trying to convince yourself you deserved this.

Behind that smile, he could see there was something wrong. Your hesitancy to accept anything he was saying to you at the moment was making him slowly panic and shrink into himself. He was scared he had done something wrong, or maybe you were just starting to remember the gravity of the situation the two of you were in.

No matter what, he couldn't think of a situation in which the pain in your eyes wasn't his fault. It made him swallow hard and think of a low pressure way to ask what he did to make you feel hurt enough to hide it.

He watched your walk to your shoes and slip on a pair of white sneakers, and tie them up in a perfect knot. Leaning against the door frame to wait for you, you popped back up with a little spring in your step.

You approached and put your hands on his waist just to feel his warm bare skin underneath your hands one last time before you had to go, then rocked up on your tippy toes for a kiss. His hands met the small of your back, before one of them traveled upwards to caress the side of your cheek.

Once again, you had to suppress the fight or flight response a hand on your face caused.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked you, slowly moving his hand back down to your spine.

Turns out, you weren't as good at hiding your internal war as you thought you were.

You nodded, "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" He asked again, his tone was gentle but you could tell he was genuinely concerned.

"Yeah" You tried to convince him, but you really couldn't even convince yourself. "Yes, I'm okay."

That did nothing but raise the anxiety levels in his own mind, and cause his heart to sink into his stomach. But he knew now wasn't the right time to open up a whole can of worms right before you had to go to work, so just for you, he was going to live in the sinking feeling for a little while before he could see you again and talk about it at a better time.

"Okay" He pressed his lips together in a straight line and he looked down to see your face, his long hair forever flopping into his eyes. "I hope you have a good day at work"

You could tell he was worried, but you could tell even more that he thought he was the source of whatever was going on. And although that was partly the truth, it wasn't his fault and it killed you to see him look so down about it.

"How could could it possibly be good if you aren't there?" You questioned rhetorically, earning a genuine smile from him.

"Well I'll be here waiting for you the whole time, that's gotta count for something, right?" He smiled.

"Just like I said, you're a puppy dog." You smiled genuinely this time, and gave him one more kiss. "You can stay here as long as you want by the way, no pressure to leave."

"Okay, I'll see you later, Baby." He gave you another kiss for the road.

"Looking forward to it."

For the entirety of your time in the bakery, you just couldn't stop thinking about it, about him. You really did care about him so much, and you knew how much you meant to him as well. The more your mind spiraled the more guilty you felt.

Then you started thinking about Georgia again. If she really cared about you, why was she so keen on your ex but won't touch Steve with a 10 foot pole? Steve was the one who treated you like a god while the last one was taking advantage of you and playing cat and mouse behind closed doors.

Was it lack of judgment, or perhaps too much judgement? Maybe she was like your mother and would rather you be miserable in a situation that was bad for you just so everyone around you could think you had a loving husband and kids, rather than be happy with Steve who was a little too rough around the edges for Greenwood. Or maybe she was just like you, flinching and cowering at the remembrance of your last love.

You held it together until closing, then when it was just you alone in your cozy (not so) little bakery, a few tears fell and blurred your vision as you piped out the intricate details on the pink princess style cake on the turntable. A good time to take a breather didn't really happen until you finished the third and last cake, and all of them were tagged with the customer invoice and safely stored in the fridge.

You went to the bathroom with the intention of trying to fix yourself up considering Steve would be there at any moment to come get you, and you really didn't want him to see you like this. After managing to get yourself mostly presentable, you made a discovery that accounted for some of the dramatic emotions today, and that was a visit from Aunt Flow herself.

Your period made her monthly debut, and somehow, that made you feel a little bit better but also significantly worse. There was now something to blame for the tears, but also a whole new source of anxiety. For the first time, you'd have to deny Steve sex if that was in his list of plans for the night.

The thought made your hands shake and an uncomfortable stinging reside in your lungs. You really didn't want to find out that he was anything like your ex. If you said no but he still said yes, and insisted his emotions were more important than yours, you weren't sure you could handle that.

You couldn't handle a whole night of hugging yourself to sleep with his back facing you, holding back tears as to not wake him up. You couldn't handle disappointing him, or upsetting him just because of a two letter word slipping off your tongue.

Before you could even get your phone out to text him to reschedule, you could hear footsteps in the store. One last look in the mirror had you taking in one last deep breath before walking out and facing the cold hard truth that maybe you'd be led to uncomfortable disappointment tonight.

"Sunflower!" He smiled when he saw you, quietly walking over.

"Hi Stevie" You greeted, once again putting on your bravest face.

"I saw your cakes in the fridge, they're so pretty!" He complemented.

"Thank you, thank you" You accepted, feeling a little calmer around him. With no more room to let your mind wander, there was no time for imaginary scenarios. "You look very handsome"

You were also comforted by his choice in outfit. Much like you he was wearing shorts, a causal shirt, and some sneakers. There was a hat on his head and his car keys remained in his palm.

"You always say that." He smiled and shook his head.

"Cause I always think that" You rebutdtaled, turning off the lights, getting ready to leave with him. "Soooo what are we doing?"

"Oh! Right!" He lit up. "I thought we could have a picnic and watch the sunset over at the Lakeview Cliffs. Is that okay?"

Another wave of relief washed over you, you could definitely use some fresh air and a sunset to help clear your mind. "That sounds perfect."

After a big hug and a long kiss, he held all the doors open for you, conversation flowed easily, he set up the whole picnic insisting you didn't lift a single finger, and the two of you ate until your bellies were happily full.

With nothing around but grass and trees, and a gorgeous lake below the cliff, the world suddenly felt less suffocating. You loved moments like this were Steven from Greenwood could just be Steve Rogers, and you didn't have to be the neighbor anymore.

You could be you, he could be him, and the two of you could be lovers with nothing to hide from.

As the sun started it's decent, he took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair a few times before laying down and inviting you to lay down with him.

Settling down side to side on the blanket, his arm was your pillow and his hand was grazing the top of your arm until you reached up to lace your fingers with his.

You could physically feel your heartbeat settling with the sun, and your chest warmed with the hot summer air. The season was coming to an end, every once in a while there would be a cool breeze that reminded you that fall was rapidly approaching so you enjoyed the heat until it was gone.

Not many more words were shared after that. Deep down you both knew that you each had your own thoughts to sort through in your own jumbled up minds. The only difference was that you knew the battle Steve was fighting, but cluing him in on yours felt impossible.

So instead of thinking about it, you thought about nothing but the beauty of the world you lived in. You watched the sun reflect off the calm ripples of the water off in the distance, how softly cushioning the grass was beneath your blanket, the rustles of the tree leaves with every passing breeze, all the chirps of the birds soaring over the water, and the calming breaths and radiating warmth of your favorite boy next to you.

You could've cried right then and there just because of how calm you felt, how beautiful life could be regardless of personal experiences and circumstances.

You couldn't possibly imagine how Mother Nature designed such beautiful colors to paint the sky every night as the sun made its way to light up different parts of the world, or how she came up with the idea of a quick green flash to signify the end of daylight, and most importantly how the light of golden hour made Steve even more beautiful than before.

His calmness made you calm, and his stillness made you still.

Even after the sunset you two continued to lay and watch the stars twinkle. But you rolled to your side and rested your head on his chest, just to hear his heart beat faster when you held him closer.

After about an hour of comfortable silent stargazing, you propped yourself up just to be able to give him a kiss. He happily accepted, but also could tell you were tired, and he knew you were still at an emotional distance away from him, so he knew it was time to get you home.

There were some uncontainable smiles you missed on the car ride home. Steve would take his eyes off the road for just a split second to see you struggling to fight off sleep with your head resting against the passenger window, you also missed more smiles when you took his hand off the gear shift to hold it in both of yours.

It seemed as though the whole neighborhood was asleep by the time he pulled into his driveway, so he felt more than comfortable walking around to get you from the passenger seat. Besides, all of Georgia's lights were off.

"Come on sleepyhead" Steve held out his hand for you to help you out of the car, and you dragged yourself out.

When you were back on your two feet, your calmness was replaced with anxiety again. It had been a rollercoaster of emotions all day, and you were ready to just skip to the part where you could hideaway in bed to deal with the disappointment in Steve's reaction to you denying him what he probably wanted.

"There you go" He closed the car door, and once again promised to take you to get your car from the bakery tomorrow.

“Thanks for everything tonight, I think I really needed that." You admitted.

You could see the concern on his face once more as he pulled you in for a hug. "Anytime. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You nodded, pulling away quickly just in case someone was watching. "Just not really feeling the best today."

You wrapped your arms around yourself in attempts to self sooth, he could tell how uncomfortable you really were.

"What's going on, sweetheart?" He questioned, leaning back against his car.

“I don't really know" You shrugged and sighed. "Just have a lot on my mind."

"Did I do something wrong?" He flat out asked, seeking his own peace of mind.

"No" You immediately shook your head? "God no- it's not your fault. I'm sorry if i made you feel like you did"

"It's okay, I just- I could tell you've been a little weary around me recently and I just really want to make sure it's not something I'm doing to you." He admitted hesitantly.

"No, baby." You stepped closer to him. "It's really not your fault. I'm so sorry."

He wanted to comfort you, his arms ached to hold you close, his lips wanted to kiss you and tell you that whatever was happening would be okay. But he couldn't here in the driveway, not for potential neighbors to see. Not for his sake or yours.

"Do you want to go inside?" He offered, your heart immediately started racing, you felt nauseous like you could throw up at any moment.

"I can't" You shook your head again, holding back tears. Your eyes immediately met the floor, but not before you could see his eyebrows furrow.

"You can't?" He questioned, dripping with worry.

All you could get yourself to do was shake your head.

"What's going on?" He continued to ask.

"Um," you swallowed. "I just started my period."

His posture deflated and his expression softened, "is that why you don't feel good?" Steve asked, causing you genuine confusion.

"What?" You finally looked up at him, blinking back tears.

"You don't feel good and you're about to cry" he stated the obvious. "Is it because of your period?"

"No- it's just that I can't-" A tear finally broke and fell down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away. You felt pathetic, you couldn't even finish your sentence.

"Baby" He pouted. "Are you sure you don't want to come in?"

"No" In a moment of courage, you stood your ground. If you didn't do it now, you never would be able to. "I can't have sex with you tonight, I'm sorry."

The second those words flew out of your mouth, Steve was taken back. Not because of what you had denied, but because he understood now what this was all about. He became overwhelmingly sad for you, but also overwhelmingly angry over the men that trained your brain into such a viscerally traumatic response at the situation at hand.

He didn't know what do or or to say, he didn't know how to reassure you that it wasn't his intention in the first place, or how to calm you down in a way that felt safe for you. He needed a few seconds to formulate an appropriate response with every factor at play.

Unfortunately you took those few seconds as rejection, and it didn't take much for your silent tears to turn into sobs as your legs quickly carried you away from him and toward your own house. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Wait, wait, wait!" He called out, but he didn't want to chase you, and he certainly didn't want to hold you back. "That's not what I was expecting from you when I asked if you wanted to come in. I just wanted to talk about what's going on, that's all."

His heart broke for you, there was nothing that could make it better. He knew that, but he also wished he had known about this about 10 minutes sooner so he could've found better words to invite you in. He could've been a bit more sensitive on how he chose to handle the night better, he could've avoided making you feel so uncomfortable in your own mind. He just felt bad.

You stopped in place for a few moments to hear him out, but everything in you mind and body was telling you to run- far and fast to your front door, locking your door and the deadbolt behind you.

As your ears listened for his footsteps walking on the concrete to come catch you and pull you back towards his house, you couldn't comprehend that he was staying put. Leaning against the sleek black car, you weren't a mouse and he certainly wasn't a cat.

He was relieved when you stopped, but terrified the next words out of his mouth would be the wrong ones. "You don't have to spend the night if you don't want to, you never have to do anything you don't want to. I just wanted to make sure you're alright." He reiterated once more. "You can even go home right now if that's what you need to do, but I hope you know I really care about you. And I'm really sorry if I made you feel pressured into that, ever"

Immediate guilt washed over you. Again. Just like it had all day long. You had imposed so many of you passed experiences with shitty men on your Sweet Stevie, and you couldn't believe you let them continue to spoil every attempt at love you've made since you escaped their hands.

Now you were sobbing between driveway 304 and 306 while he kept as much physical distance between the two of you as he could, hugging a car instead of your body.

You so desperately wished you never had to feel like this, all while he was plotting ways to ensure you never had to feel that way again.

It was too overwhelming, the flooding emotions made you dizzy and the floor felt like it wanted to swallow you whole. All you could do was sink down onto your knees, then fall onto your butt when you felt how invasive the concrete was on your skin.

Steve wanted to cry with you, part of him could never understand how you felt, but another part of him knew exactly how you felt. So many people had hurt you in ways you couldn't have ever imagined, and trying to rebuild yourself after being torn down was painful and complicated. He's been there, he was there. Right here, right now, and the only thing that ever made him feel better was you. His warm sunflower, his guiding light in the dark.

Maybe you needed him too, so he approached slowly. When he made it to you, he sat down with enough space to make sure you knew he wasn't making advances towards you.

He rested his hand palm up towards you with his forearm in his lap. You always played with his fingers when you were anxious, so he wanted a low pressure way to offer that to you.

"I'm really sorry, Sunflower." He apologized once more, his voice calm and compassionate. "I had no idea. I never meant to hurt you like this."

You slowly reached out for his hand, all while still being unable to even look at him. It was warm and heavy in your grip, his fingers were silky soft and nimble for you to fidget with.

"You mean so much to me, no matter what we do together all ever I want to do is spend time with you. You aren't just a body to me, you never have been but maybe I got a little to carried away. I just really, really like you." He continued.

You mind slowly calmed as he spoke, and all the times you two have made love came rushing back to you. Not so much the deed itself, but how you felt before and after.

All the times he asked before laying a finger on you, all the times he checked in to make sure you were still feeling okay and on board with the endeavors, when he told you how beautiful you were, how happy you made him, how good you made him feel, the eye contact, how good he made you feel, how he made sure you knew that you were wanted and appreciated, all the times he got you cleaned up, how he always made sure you were warm and comfortable, and how he continued to give you his love and attention when all was said and done. He'd hold you close, make sure you were tucked in just the way you liked, peppered your face, shoulders and arms in kisses.

Even afterwards he still made sure you felt beautiful, wanted and seen. His attention towards you was never transactional or conditional. He wasn't the problem, he was never the problem.

When you felt calm enough, and your brain could finally recognize that there wasn't a threat, you pushed yourself up and onto him. Your arms wrapped around his body nice and snug, and you cried into his shoulder. "It was never you, this isn't your fault. I'm sorry you have to deal with it."

He very hesitantly wrapped his arms around you too. "You don't have to apologize."

"Neither do you. You've always made me feel so good, I don't know why I get like this sometimes. My brain tells me I need to run away, but my heart knows you'd never hurt me. It's just a battle of who's voice is louder."

“I understand what PTSD is like, I know what it's like to have been hurt and betrayed by people you love, but I can't relate to what you've been through. So when you feel like something is wrong, or you need me to change whatever I'm doing, just tell me, okay?" He cradled the back of your head. "I'll never be mad at that."

"Okay" You tearfully agreed. "I'm really sorry"

"It's okay, Baby, you're okay." He comforted you.

"You're so important to me, and I love spending time with you" you reiterated. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"You didn't hurt my feelings" He pet your hair, "I'm just really angry at whoever made you feel like there should be a consequence to saying no. You never deserved that."

"Thank you for being so understanding." You shoved your face deeper into the crook of his neck.

"Honey, I'm going to say exactly what I mean this time, okay? In the most delicate way possible, I really want to make sure that you're okay, and you're sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk after running away from me for the whole neighborhood to hear and see. Can we please go inside so I can make this better without someone calling the cops? I don't think that would be good for either of us." He reworded his invite into his house.

The way he phrased it actually made you let out a genuine laugh, you had never really thought about how bad it looked or why he actually wanted to get you inside.

"Can we go to my house?" You asked, craving the comfort of your own bed.

"Of course." He agreed. "Hold on tight."

Understanding what he was about to do, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck instead, and he picked you up as you clung to the front of him like a koala. He got you inside safe and sound, and brought you to the couch where he sat down and you remained latched to his front.

He wrapped a blanket around the both of you to make you feel more secure, and rubbed your back and let you cry for as long as you needed. Every once in a while, he'd remind you that you were safe and in good hands.

When your crying came to an end and you were half asleep on Steve, you realized that moments like these were far more intimate than sex ever was for you, and here you were feeling more than content letting him provide his shoulder to cry on.

You reached up to caress the side of his head that was resting on yours, then kissed his temple. He grinned and kissed your forehead before wiping the last of your tears off your face and kissing your lips.

"I think you need a good night of sleep, Darling." He told you, still smoothly running his hands up and down your back. "Can I tuck you in?"

"Actually, will you stay?" You asked.

You couldn't help blushing at his reaction, a goofy lopsided smile. "Really?"

"Yeah" You nodded. "I've found out recently that I get my best sleep when you're next to me, and like you said, I think I need some good sleep."

"I would love to."

You guys dragged your feet up the stairs and he patiently waited for you to shower and get into bed. When you made it to the blanket and pillow wonderland, Steve was propped up on the headboard shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants he always left at your place.

Your arms found each other quickly, and his bare skin comforted you just as much as the heavy comforter he was pulling over your shoulders. Your found his hand under the blankets, and lifted it up to placed in on your cheek.

He immediately used his thumb to rub the gentlest little hearts under your eye as you left your hand cupping the back of his.

All of the parts of you that were once hurt in the hands of a man who claimed he loved you, were now on the journey of being healed by the kindness of a man who didn't even need to say he loved you to prove how much he cared.

You were comfortable, being held snugly and listening to the beat of the kindest heart you've ever met. And for once, your cheek was warm with something other than a residual sting.

Tonight wasn't perfect, and that's okay, because tomorrow the two of you will wake up to the sun returning from the journey it sought after just a few hours ago, and it'll be a whole new start. A whole new chance to get it right. It'll wake you up with a warm glow to bask in, and you'll also bask in the warm glow of somebody who really cares about you for all the right reasons.

That was all you could've ever hoped for, a man who was beautifully natured.

When you did wake the next morning, you were alone in bed but noticed your phone had been plugged in, your water bottle had been refilled, and a little note was on the unoccupied pillows next to your head.

At first your heart sank thinking maybe he got that phone call in the middle of the night, thoughts of never seeing him again filled your mind with dread. But you picked it up and his adorable little handwriting with a heart next to your name in the middle of a folded up piece of paper made you smile regardless of what was inside.

Your fingers quickly unfolded the paper, and out came a $20 bill, with more words jotted down on the light blue lines.

My precious sunflower,

Bucky called and I couldn't find it within my heart to wake you up. I'll be back soon with coffee, breakfast, and more cuddles as soon as he lets me go. (He can talk for hours if I let him, it's currently 6:35...) If you're actually reading this it means he's probably still talking and I'm probably still letting him. Also, while writing this I realized I still had this $20 and if you give it back to me one more time I'm going to be mad!!! >:(

Okay see you soon, Beautiful :) -Steve

You put the note in your bedside drawer to read again on a rainy day before shoving your face in the pillows and covering your head with the blankets with blushing cheeks and a smile on your face. You deserve this.

Next part: The Brewing Storm

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shitouttabuck · 4 months

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ok stay with me here but: (loose) anastasia (1997) au

evan buckley: the missing, presumed dead, youngest child of the beloved/beloathed buckley family, all of whom were murdered when he was a kid—all except his older sister. except he’s alive, with the unfortunate downside of total amnesia, and nothing to tie him to anyone except a broken something that just reads: buck. so buck grows up alone, and it sucks, especially because it’s not all he’s ever known. he might not have his memories but he knows he's known what love is. home, love, family. there was once a time i must’ve had them too. home, love, family. i will never be complete until i find you.

maddie buckley: only daughter of the buckley family, fell in love with a bad man who tried to kill her whole family to get to her. got away and got safe. doesn’t know if doug’s alive. her brother’s probably dead. surviving’s not the same as living, and she’s been doing it for so long. but… have you heard… there’s a rumour in los angeles. she’s got the best and the brightest protecting her, and all that buckley family money. spreading them both thin could mean doug worming his way out of the woodwork but if there’s even a chance evan’s really out there? she’s already decided.

eddie diaz: conman, but more importantly, dad. there was a war, and then another one, and his wife left, and somewhere in there his parents took his kid from him. he does not have the money to fight them with lawyers, but he’s stubborn and not particularly respectful of the law and he’s heard that maddie buckley’s protective service team has means and money that allow for a) duking it out in court with his parents or b) getting his kid back in ways that are more uh legally grey. and it just so happens the rumours are that maddie buckley will do just about anything and pay just about any sum to find her long-lost brother. blond-haired, blue-eyed, missing at age 10—nearly two decades ago. he could look like anyone, now. sure, there’s the distinctive red birthmark over his eyebrow, but makeup and tattooing go a long way these days. oh, and conveniently, his partner in literal crime, however mild, has an old inside link with someone on maddie buckley’s bodyguard team. chim never shuts up about henrietta wilson—hen, he calls her—particularly when eddie’s fumbling a job and having to improvise and he feels the need to point out just how competent his previous partner steadfastly was.

if eddie and chim are holding illicit auditions for evan buckley lookalikes, and this massive beautiful man stumbles in apparently already having gone to the trouble of dressing for the part? who is eddie to look that gift horse in the mouth? the quicker they see this con through, the quicker he’s together with chris again.

except buck thinks eddie really believes he’s maddie buckley’s missing brother, and buck is warm and ridiculous and so genuinely curious about eddie’s own family, on this journey to find his own, and eddie can’t help but share christopher, and buck listens with bright eyes and holds the photographs so carefully in his big hands.

cons are never victimless, and eddie knows getting chris back takes priority over any moral quandary of identity theft here.

but buck asks about chris’s favourite things and stays up late on their crosscountry train to come up with plans for an accessible skateboard for a kid he’s never met. buck tells eddie he wonders if maddie’ll recognise him, and he hopes she does, because he’s never had anyone see him and know him before. buck asks eddie if he thinks they’ll stay friends, once they’re both reunited with their families. it’ll be nice not to have to miss anyone again, he tells eddie one night, quiet. missing who you don’t remember is one thing. missing who you know?

he trails off and falls asleep not long after, but eddie lies awake in the bunk below him for hours. his moral compass has always swung with whatever cognitive dissonance necessary to justify his actions because the final truth is: heart over mind. and chris has always been his whole heart. so falling in love with your mark has got to be the stupidest, most dangerous thing you can do.

even this is okay; he can handle breaking part of his own heart. but he didn’t realise he was holding so much of buck’s too, and now? he doesn’t know that he can survive breaking any of that.

#i rewatched anastasia yesterday after a couple years and uh. came home and wrote this down at 11pm.#it will prob never get written but oh it's so fun to imagine buckanastasia eddiedimitri #nina writes #wip #911 #anyway. best movie in the whole entire world. invented romance #and oh the gender envy of a don bluth leading man........

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 11 days

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I discovered your blog yesterday, and I confess I became obsessed with Cyprus😫

I hope I'm not bothering, but I wanted to ask if Cyprus would like to have children? And what would he be like as a father

Yves as a parent

Blanche as a parent

Montgomery as a parent

i prommy my other ocs are better than cyprus </3 i do not like this stimky man as much as my other ocs

tw: Transphobia, homophobia, Cyprus is a misogynist, violence

Cyprus isn't necessarily too keen on having children. He very much rather devotes all his time to you. But that doesn't mean he will be a horrible parent like how Yves would be.

If you have a child with him, it's most likely due to an accident or an attempt at baby-trapping you. He would absolutely stop at only one child though, he doesn't want more draining his money and energy.

He would fork over his cheque to hire a nanny to care for his child when they're a baby, choosing to spend his time going on dates and romantic getaways with you, Not to say that he wouldn't change a diaper and lose some sleep to burp them, he just wants to keep the stress under a minimum. Only when they reach age 3, he will step in and handle the disciplinary and developmental side of things.

A daughter would have an easier life than a son. Cyprus would be much softer towards her, paying for her tuition fees and generally becoming that overprotective father figure. He will be very present in her life and yours too, forcing family bonding time whether you or the child likes it or not. You are going to her every piano recital and ballet performance with him, he wouldn't allow himself or you to miss it for the world.

Whoever makes her cry would be pummeled into the ground by Cyprus, she just needs to tell him a name and the deed would be done. In school, Cyprus's daughter would most likely be the mean girl, the queen bee of the bullies because he would be actively encouraging becoming the alpha bitch in class. He would be spoiling her with all kinds of girly things; makeup, the prettiest dress, and all the hair and manicure appointments she would ever want. He would bond with her by taking her out to malls, carrying all her shopping bags as if he were her personal servant.

No chores, just excel in studies. He leaves the burden of teaching her basic survival skills to you, but otherwise, the only requirement for her to meet is straight As on her report card.

He approves of his daughter joining the cheer team, dance classes, or any clubs that elevate her social status while being 'girly' in his eyes.

Cyprus prefers it if she's straight, bagging a boyfriend that would treat her right. However, he would begrudgingly accept if she's a lesbian or bisexual, as long as she's calling the shots in the relationship.

The downside to this is that he would be annoyingly misogynistic at times, giving her slack just because she's "just a female" and couldn't handle things like a man. He wouldn't let her follow in her father's footsteps in boxing, take an interest in 'boyish' things, or even cut her hair shorter than shoulder length.

He would get ugly if his daughter transitioned into a man or took on a more tomboyish personality, yelling and shouting as his worldview crumbles around him. It is excruciatingly hard for Cyprus to accept this, he would most likely disown them and stew in his bitterness and hurt for years to come. When he matures and adopts an open mind with your help and coaxing, he will only be open to reconnecting with his child. However, he wouldn't be the first to apologize, still thinking that his child decided to throw the first punch by killing off his little girl.

He would call his child by their deadname, misgender them, and being an overall patronizing asshole to them. But he is desperately trying to change them back into his daughter, failing to realize that isn't happening.

Nothing will get through to him; inevitably, his child will cut all contact with him. Sending Cyprus into hysterics because he simply cannot accept that some people aren't going to be confined to the sex that they were born with. He would become extremely clingy towards you, though. Fearing that his wife will also leave him too.

But that is if his child is genderqueer. If his daughter grows up to be a straight, cis woman, he would just continue being protective of her, vetting all her partners and scaring away the unworthy boys. She would definitely have a life on her own, but she has to call him from time to time. Because he's a strong believer in "The phone works both ways".

When it comes to sons, there would be no coddling. No spoiling- he would have to earn his own money to get what he wants. No emotional support; if he came home crying, he would receive a barrage of insults for being effeminate, leaving him to fend the bullies off by himself. Cyprus would teach him self-defense in the form of boxing from a very young age, though, making his son a carbon copy of Cyprus in his youth. He would encourage the child to be aggressive, outspoken, and direct, the complete opposite of what he would tell his daughter to do.

Unlike his daughters though, he wouldn't encourage his son to be a bully. Because it's harder for him to get away with it since he would think using his fists. But he does not accept weakness from his son, he would egg him on to continue the fight, but never, ever start it.

He would work his son like a dog, making him mow the lawn, carry heavy furniture, climb up the roof of the house to do gutter maintenance, make him cook and clean, service the cars, whatever labor-intensive and dirty work he could find, Cyprus will make his son do it.

He would bond with his son through boxing, said chores, and man-to-man talks. Competitions on who can lift the heaviest or punch the strongest would be common pastimes between the father and son duo. Despite how he would clearly raise his son with a heavy hand and tough love, Cyprus is a very present father. He gives a damn about his development, not wanting him to be 'useless'.

He doesn't particularly care about his son's grades, as long as he's not held back more than twice in a row, he's fine. Cyprus also doesn't care about his son's taste in women either, as long as his girlfriends don't pose any harm to you or Cyprus, he's fine.

Unfortunately, it's less likely Cyprus would sponsor his college fees unless he's choosing a degree that his father likes. That means, no arts. No medicine either, because Cyprus thinks his son is too stupid to even get through the first semester. The only Bachelor's degree that Cyprus would 100% agree on is something to do with business or finance.

He wouldn't take it well if his son is genderqueer, he would get violent and perhaps break a bone or two if you're not there to stop your husband from hurting your child. Moreover, he couldn't accept the idea that his son was attracted to another man and being dominated by one. It's an instant disownment with a 0% chance of reconciliation.

There aren't many differences between his treatment of his son and his daughter when they're adults, they get their own lives but they have to call Cyprus from time to time to maintain their relationship with him.

Overall, Cyprus isn't the worst parent out there. Although he may be toxic as hell, he is at least there for his children and actually has their best interests at heart.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere x you #male yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x reader #tw yandere #yandere concept #oc cyprus #tw transphobia #tw afab reader #tw homophobia #tw misogyny

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Idk kinda random matt x fem!reader

CW: 18+, suggestive themes

(If y’all like this I can actually make it into a fic and give it a proper title)

Your phone's alarm rang to wake you up as you sighed and rolled over to turn it off. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you finally saw the time. “Shit!” You threw the covers off yourself and hurriedly got ready to go to set.

You had been filming for a new movie ‘Baseketball’ or something like that, and you had been lucky enough to book a nice size role. The only downside was having to be there at the crack of dawn to get makeup and hair done. As you scurried out the door to get downtown, you had dropped your script in the rush. Not even realizing it as you headed down the street, already a few minutes late.

Fortunately for you, the traffic had been light and the parking situation hadn’t been too terrible. You scampered to the makeup trailer, robing up and taking a seat. In the chair next to you was one of your co-stars “Hey, what’s up with being late? Long night?” Matt smirked and teased you, rolling your eyes at him in response.

“Yeah right, we were up till 3 am last night, be thankful I even came in.” You teased him back giggling a bit. The past few days on set, you’d been asked to film some intimate scenes with Matt, this often caused you to have to do multiple takes. Sometimes it would be you that would laugh and other times it would be Matt cracking in the scenes.

“Well, did you hear what we get to do today?” Matt leaned back in his chair as the makeup crew came in to apply foundation and fix his curls up. “No, what?” You raised a brow, getting your own hair done as he let out a mischievous chuckle. “The Hot Tub Scene.” Your face heated immediately after he spoke. “Oh God,” you sighed, cringing at the thought of being topless in front of everyone.

“Hey, we can figure something out if you don’t wanna.” He offered, genuinely trying to help. “Well, I don’t mind under the water.. but I don’t know about being seen by everyone.” You looked over at him, raising a brow. “Well, we can have you in a bikini top if you want and then you can take it off or not.” He shrugged, “I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable.” You smiled at his response and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine with that.” You almost saw a pink forming on his own cheeks, but that might’ve been his makeup.

The tension felt thick as your conversation switched from talking about your scene to talking about your plans after work. After about an hour in the chair’s, the two of you headed to film. Matt walked off to go speak with Trey and other crew members as you entered the hottub, slowly sinking in and adjusting to the warmth. It was nice after having to be on your feet all day yesterday.

“Mind if I join you?” Matt sunk in next to you, scanning your face. His brows furrowed a little as he spoke again, “Are you sure you’re okay?” He smiled. “Of course.” You smiled back, reaching behind your neck as you undid your top.

“Oh shit!” He jokingly cheered, trying to hype you up as you blushed and rolled your eyes again. “Whatever, let’s get through with this.” You giggled, getting into position for the take. It was still a bit awkward but you were comfortable with Matt and trusted the production crew. You and Matt locked eyes again as you began the scene, his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you in for a kiss. You returned the affections, slightly sitting on his lap as he pulled away to speak to ‘Coop’. You bit your lip while he trailed more kisses on your neck and shoulders, half speaking.

“Cut!” The scene was called for a moment and you reset with Matt. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you might actually like me.” You teased Matt, watching him bite his lip. “Oh whatever.” He chuckled, but you could feel his heart speed up with your hand resting on his chest.

#rat rites #matt stone x reader #baseketball #doug remer #doug remer x reader #matt stone blurb #matt stone

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We need to hear your shin hc!!!! What you write abt him it’s always so good >_<

a glimpse of a relationship with shinichiro sano...

a/n. very self-indulgent + i went all in with these TT i got so excited and im sorry it took me so long to post !! i wanted to perfect them as best as i could !! i had so much fun writing em as well and im so down to do more of these ngl. a part of me thinks i should do a more neutral layout for my fics or hcs as well LMFAO BUT ANYWAY !! i hope yall enjoy :D

Loves it whenever you ask for his help to put sunblock on your back; it's a way to show he cares + a mild form of intimacy. Will literally melt when you help him do so in return; borderline squealing, he loves the feeling of your hands against his skin.

Learns your skin care (+ makeup) routine down to a T. He’ll hand you your serums and moisturiser and any other product that you use all in perfect order while he does his own routine — the one you designed and he enthusiastically learned.

On that same note, he loves it when you help him do his skincare. It relaxes him to feel you lather his face with moisturiser and serums and sunscreen and whatever really. He can't help but hum in satisfaction and close his eyes as if he could fall asleep with him standing up between your legs while you sit on the bathroom counter

Loves when you curl his lashes. Ik a lot of people don't think much of it but for me curling someone's lashes requires a lot of trust and can be a very intimate moment between people. Youre letting someone else get up close and personal to you and use smth that looks like a torture device close to your eye. But anyway, he loves the way you hold his face in place, gently yet firmly before using the curling thingy; is amazed by the result as well, princess lashes look pretty on him — I think he's got fairly short lashes ngl

I think he loves being taken care of because he’s used to always taking care of people. Of course this doesn’t mean he doesn’t like taking care of you. This mf ADORES doting on you. Will literally go above and beyond to make you happy and fulfil any sort of need you have. One of his love languages is definitely acts of service.

Whenever you are too sleepy/drunk he’ll wipe your makeup off and do a fast version of your skincare. He knows it's important to you so he’s happy to help. Plus, he’ll gladly play along to your booze induced rambling. He still blushes at the memory of you drunkenly mumbling about ‘asking him to marry you someday’

Whenever you buy a bag of gummy bears, he eats the gummy flavours you don’t like. I think it’s cute. You don’t like the blue gummy bears? he’ll happily eat those without a complaint. And whenever he grabs your fave flavour by mistake, he’ll just put it back without you noticing

Always, and I mean ALWAYS, enthusiastically agrees to go to the store with you. Even if you’re just going to a corner store to buy a bag of chips. He’ll go where you like tbh, as long as he’s with you

On that note, he loves going shopping with you. Idc what anyone says, Shin is the perfect designated bag carrier. Is happy to follow you into any store and look at as many things you want. The only “downside” is he genuinely thinks everything looks amazing on you so if you are indecisive or want an unbiased opinion he isn’t your guy; in those situations he just nods because you’re so pretty, you should get anything you want.

Will blush if you take him underwear shopping. Still follows you inside and gives his opinions when asked, even if they consist of ‘I think you look really pretty in both :)’ while he sports a blush and a lovesick smile.

Aside from the designated bag carrier, he’s also designated swatch palette. Perfume? Makeup? Skincare? Wall paint? He offers his arm any time you want to try anything. Its a very endearing sight tbh, Shinichiro with a thousand lipstick stripes on his forearm with his hand in yours.

Even in cute family outings with his siblings and you, he’ll be the one to carry your bags. And the breathing swatching palette act is even more adorable when you have a grown ass man following his s/o and little sister around a makeup/skincare store so they can use him as a canvas. At least his enthusiasm makes up for Mikey’s bored groans and disgust over dramatic complaints whenever he sees the two of you kiss or hold hands.

Shin doesn’t care tho, he is and will always be a hand holding enthusiast. Sometimes he even swings your interlocked hands back and forth to make the two of you giggle. He can’t help it that he loves how your fingers fit so nicely against his; he likes having you close whenever possible.

I was at the beach while writing this so forgive my biases but — one of his fave things about summer is going to the beach with his friends and then falling asleep on top of you after swimming in the sea. The two of you are still in your wet swimsuits, hair dripping with salt water and enjoying the feeling of the water droplets cooling the skin of your chest and arms after being exposed to sun. His cheeks are smushed against you, forming a pout on his lips while he hugs your torso; bonus points if you brush your fingers through his hair while he drifts off, smiling at you and your friends chatter.

He is a bitch for getting called pretty.; gets all smiley n sometimes shy. Won’t outwardly ask for you to compliment him but is a sucker for those. It doesn’t even have to be about his physical appearance, although those def have a positive impact on his self-esteem. It makes him feel appreciated in a way.

So the way he shows his love is through quality time and acts of service, but he likes receiving words through words of affirmation, touch and quality time — IMO, ME THINKS

And like everything in life, a lot of my hcs are up for change BECAUSE i'm indecisive <3

#shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro headcanons #shinichiro hcs #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hcs #tr hcs #tokyo revengers fluff #shinichiro sano fluff

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oneshots-imagines-random · 11 months

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Klaus M. x Reader x Elijah M. - Bruises

***This was posted like 20 years ago (it was really only 2018), but got taken down or in review or whatever I actually don’t know. And I got bored so I edited it a bit and decided to reupload it***

A/N- I wrote something, not entirely sure I’m so proud of it. It’s kinda all over the place but I wanted to post something for now. But yeah this is a Klaus x Reader relation and Elijah x Reader sibling thing.

Warnings: black eye, mention of a fight

Word count- 1136

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I knew it was better to not go out at night, but I wanted (favorite food) so bad and we didn’t have any left at the compound. So that’s what led me to my current predicament. My need for the food so strong that I was on the verge of being kidnapped right now. Well, that’s what it looked like, but I knew how to handle myself and got out of there in a breeze.

The only downside of this entire adventure, Klaus is going to be pissed. He’ll be upset that I left the house without him or any of his siblings yes, but that will hold no flame to how pissed off he’ll be once he sees me. Living with the Mikaelsons has taught me how to handle myself. They always tried to protect me, Klaus’s little human spouse, but they also made sure to teach me how to take care of myself just in case something ever happened.

And that’s exactly what happened tonight. I handled myself just fine except the downside is I now have a black eye due to the guy getting a punch in.

Welllllllllll, it’s not exactly my fault the dude was trying to kidnap me…. I think to myself as I walk back to the compound. At least I’m going back in one piece.

I enter the compound like an overdramatic spy in the movies. I check around every corner and listen very intently to make sure there is absolutely no Mikaelson sibling there before moving on. And it was working, I was almost in my room until I hear Elijah speak up from, thankfully, behind me.

“My dear, whatever are you doing?”

“Just playing around. Do you know where Niklaus is?” I retaliated, not looking at him so he couldn’t see my eye.

“I believe he just went out to find you. Are you alright, (Y/N)?” He put a hand on my shoulder and attempted to walk in front of me.

“YES!” I paused as I realized that maybe wasn’t the best course of action. “I’m sorry, I’m fine, just tired. I’m going to go lay down.” I try again before walking away and into my shared room with Klaus, locking the door behind me.

I knew all the Mikaelson siblings in the compound overheard the conversation due to their heightened hearing and knew I was going to be in trouble. However, all I can think about right now is trying to cover up this bruise the best I can and hope I can pass as being alright. Before I can even step away from the door, I hear a soft but firm knocking.

“Little one, are you alright?” I hear Kol’s voice come through the door.

“I’m fine, Kol. Just tired,” I whined and walked into my bathroom.

I may as well try and clean this up before Klaus gets back. If he, or even any sibling, sees this bruise, there will be hell on earth. And I don’t feel like calming them down again.

I grab my makeup and get to work but nothing is working. I’ve tried everything in my bag and followed almost every single YouTube tutorial on covering bruises and everything.

“WHAT THE HELL?” I screamed and threw a hairbrush across the bathroom. “(N/N)? Can I come in?” I hear Bekah’s sweet voice come through my door.

“No! I’m fine! Why can’t you all just leave me alone?!” I screech yet again not helping my case.

Wait case. Where the hell is my food? Fuck, I must have dropped it when I was fighting that guy.

“FUCK!” I wail and drop to the ground. All I wanted was my damn food and now I don’t have it.

I don’t even have a chance to realize that I’ve started crying before the door busts open and Klaus rushes in with his siblings behind him.

“Love, what is wro- Who gave you that bruise? Why are you crying? Are you hurt any further?” Klaus starts panicking over everything.

But I can’t talk because I’m so overwhelmed. I almost got kidnapped. I got an ugly bruise that hurts like hell. I left my food back on the streets. And now Klaus is in my face yelling. I get that he’s concerned, that they are all concerned, for my well-being. But for now, I just need a second to decompress before I go any further.

And I believe ‘Lijah sees this as he ushers his siblings, including Klaus, out of the room. I don’t pay attention to everything happening around me. Elijah talks to his siblings in the hall before coming back in and assessing my state. Then without saying anything, gently picks me up and lays me on my bed, tucking me in and sitting beside me.

After a few minutes, Elijah starts talking. “Are you alright?”

I sigh, “Yeah.”

“My dear, then why are you crying?”

“We ran out of (favorite food) and I went to get some more. And before you start, yes, I went alone. Yes, I know how dangerous that is. But I didn’t want to bother you guys. Plus, I can handle myself. But then a guy tried to kidnap me until I beat his ass. Although, he got a nice right hook in. And then I came home to try and cover the bruise up with makeup so you guys wouldn’t freak out. But then none of that was working and stressed me out. And then I realized I dropped my food in the fight. So, all of that stupid stress and stuff for nothing.” I start crying again after I explained everything just because of how tragic yet childish it all sounds.

“Don’t worry, (N/N). We all have bad days. Do you want me to get Klaus for you?” He asks as he strokes my hair.

“Yes, please. And thank you for being such a good big brother,” I sincerely reminded him as I started getting sleepy from the exhaustion of the day.

“You’re welcome. And don’t thank me, you’re like a little sister to me. I would do anything for you.” He said as he softly smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead before leaving the room.

While you stayed in the bed, half-asleep, Elijah went out and explained everything to Klaus, who was holding fresh (Favorite food) that he went out and got while Elijah took care of you.

As Klaus entered the room, I just stayed right in my bed. He thought I was asleep when I was only half-asleep. And he climbed into the bed behind me after putting the food on my bedside table. He made sure to move carefully so he didn’t wake me up as he moved closer and held me in his arms.

“I’m sorry for stressing you out even more, Love. I just panicked and wanted to make sure you were okay. But I just want you to know that I am right here to protect you and take care of you and you will never be a bother to me or the family. I love you, (Y/N).”

I just smile to myself and let myself fall asleep knowing that I am truly loved and protected.

#honestly I dont even know this was supposed to be a Klaus oneshot but turned into an Elijah one and yeah merry chrysler #also will i ever post again? idk find out on the next episode :)#the mikaelsons #the mikaelsons imagine #klaus mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x sister!reader #klaus x reader #fluff

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Why You Shouldn’t Tell Your Fellow Criminals Where You Go On Dates

Harley Quinn/Reader

Words: 2,396

Summary: When Harley tells you that she’s going on a date, you can’t help the bubbling feelings of jealousy. Maybe it wasn’t the most chivalrous thing to do, but you set out to make sure that date ends badly.

Requested By: anonymous

Note: hi anon! sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoy it :)

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“Hey, do you have time this Friday to help me out on a job?” you asked, laying on the bed and watching as Harley fixed her makeup in her mirror. “I have a feeling the guy who hired me is going to try and get out of paying.”

“What time is it?” she asked, still not looking away from where she was applying her eyeliner. “I have to see.”

“If you’ve got another job it’s no big deal,” you said quickly. “I can take of the rat bastard myself if needed.”

“No, no it’t nothing like that,” she said brightly, turning back to you for a moment. “I do have a date in the evening though.”

Your blood ran cold for a moment, but you managed to keep your face neutral. “A date?”

“Yeah, my first one in ages, can you believe that?” She didn’t seem to pick up on your shift in mood, continuing to apply her lipstick like she didn’t just ruin your whole day with a few words.

“Where are they taking you?”

“He’s taking me to the Italian place over by that bar I like, Bernotti’s.”

For the rest of the time you spent with her, you tried not to show the jealousy that was currently bubbling up inside you at the idea of Harley going on a date with someone that wasn’t you. The feelings you had been harboring for your fellow criminal had recently been building ever since the two of you were assigned to a “suicide squad” mission together, and every time you saw her the voice inside your head told you to make a move, you were just a little too late when it came to actually admitting it.

There was a part of your brain that was screaming at you to find out everything and get involved, but you tried not to listen. Harley was your friend, and it wouldn’t be nice of you to ruin her chance at happiness just because of your own residual feelings.

But then you’ll never know how she feels about you, that part of your brain decided to throw back, and that was the one thing you couldn’t argue with. When she left, off to meet with someone else about a potential job, it was a struggle for you to think of anything else but your despair about Harley going on a date.

Eventually, the part of your brain that was responsible for your crimes and other evil tendencies won over whatever morality you still had left. Honestly you were surprised there was enough of that morality left in you to put up a fight, Gotham had a unique habit of crushing the goodness out of people within days of living there, and you’d been a resident for several years.

After a little bit of planing, you knew what you had to do.

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“My name is Y/N, and I’ll be your server this evening.” You smiled brightly at the couple in front of you, but in reality you were looking at a table diagonally across the room, where Harley and an unfamiliar man were sitting.

You had managed to get the job you had told Harley about done earlier today, so now you had all the time in the world to keep a watchful eye over her date, and step in if you decided that he didn’t deserve her. Well, you knew that he didn’t deserve her no matter what, but you were trying to give the situation the benefit of the doubt.

Getting into the restaurant had been easy, especially because the owner was a friend of yours. All you had to say was that you needed to go undercover for a job and she had instantly offered you a spot on the evening shift. The only downside was that you would actually have to wait on a table or two, but you trusted your friend not to take advantage of the free labor you would be providing her, so you weren’t too worried.

It wasn’t actually for a job, but it would be a lot harder to explain the fact that you needed to go undercover to ruin Harley’s date to your friend. No one else in your life knew about your feelings for her, and you wanted to keep it that way. It made things a lot easier when asking for favors and going about your normal business, because people normally didn’t ask questions if they thought the things you were doing were top secret and/or illegal.

Thankfully you had experience waiting tables from when you first moved to Gotham, and the restaurant wasn’t that busy, so it was easy to keep an eye on Harley and her date. You would never go for him, that much was clear, so you were still confused on what about this man had managed to attract your friend. You thought she got over her weakness for arrogant men when she had broken up with the Joker, and she spent several months crying on your couch trying to let herself rise from the ruins of her former relationship. You had never wanted to make a move then, because it seemed in poor taste to try and capitalize on her misfortune, but apparently you had waited too long.

You had wanted to be the one to take their food out to them, mostly to see how Harley would react to seeing you here, but unfortunately you were off doing something else when their food came out of the kitchen. It didn’t matter, there were still other ways you could subtly mess with the date.

You had already spoken with the bartender under false pretenses, asking him to make sure all the drinks that were ordered for Harley had half the amount of alcohol in them as they usually did, because you didn’t want this man to try anything. She looked gorgeous tonight, and the feelings of jealousy in your stomach only grew as you saw the little smiles she was giving her date.

When you noticed the two of them start to lean closer to each other, you “accidentally” dropped a stainless steel pan, and the sound that echoed through the restaurant as it hit the floor was enough to ruin any kind of mood that was developing between the two. You weren’t in direct view of them, but you could see an annoyed look on the face of her date as everyone in the restaurant stopped for a moment and looked around to see what had just happened.

He tried again to get close, a little while later, but you were prepared to take care of that as well. Right as he began to lean in closer to her, presumably changing the conversation to something for personal, you tapped the waiter who had been taking care of them on the shoulder. “Hey, did you check on table 12 already?” you asked, and he shook his head. “I thought I heard the guy ask another waiter for something but I can’t remember if he actually got it or not.”

No such conversation had happened, but your fellow server didn’t know that. He just thanked you for the tip and you went on to take your tray of drinks out to a table on the other side of the dining room. When you glanced back, you could see that the other waited had indeed gone over to ask if they needed anything, and from the annoyed look on the date’s face, it was not good timing (for him at least).

The whole dinner continued like that, with you finding ways to subtly ruin the mood this man was trying to set. Something about him unnerved you, and even if you looked past the fact that he was on a date with the woman you were in love with, there was still no way that you were going to trust him.

But you were only successful for part of the night, and things changed as they finished eating and paid the bill. As they were getting up to walk out, you could see his face, and you knew that he likely thought that he was going to score with Harley. The idea of someone treating her well only to get her naked made your blood boil, and you walked by the two of them to witness first time he got a little handsy with her, resting his hand on her hip under the guise of escorting her out of the restaurant. It just so happened that the busboy had been walking by as well, and it was easy for you to bump him and make it look like a total accident, sending dirty dishes and silverware sludge all over the date’s nice shirt and tie.

You tried to quickly move out of the way before you were noticed, but you should have known Harley would figure it out eventually. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” she asked loudly, an incredulous look on her face. Her voice had lost so much of the bubbly intonation that you loved, and she was speaking like an entirely different person. You hated it, especially if this man made her feel like she couldn’t be herself around him.

Before you could respond, her date cut into the conversation. “You know this person?”

Shooting him a glare, you responded. “This person has a name, thank you very much. Not that I’d imagine you’d care about anyone else but yourself though.”

“Y/N,” Harley said again. “What are you doing? I thought you had a job tonight.”

You had two options here, either continue to lie or just admit to the fact that you were here to spy on her date, and although you probably should have chosen the latter, you couldn’t. “That’s why I’m here,” you said quietly. “A friend of mine owns the place, so I was able to get a shift for the night to do what I needed to.” Technically, it wasn’t a lie, but you were still intentionally misleading her, so it probably should be considered one.

Her date for the evening clearly didn’t care about anything but getting out of here at this point, and he rolled his eyes. “Whatever, can we just leave like you said?”

You watched as Harley took a deep breath before responding, and you hoped that she wasn’t as smitten with this man as she had been when she told you about the date in the first place. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll come by your place later, alright Y/N?”

You nodded, and were quickly called away to do something else by another waiter. Much to your surprise, by the time you were finished running drinks for another table, Harley and her date were still outside, and they seemed to be arguing about something.

You weren’t worried about Harley in the sense that you thought she would get hurt by this man, but you did want to know what they were arguing about. After finding your friend to let her know that your “job” for the evening was completed and that you were heading home, you were untying your apron from around your waist as you walked out in their direction. “What’s going on?” you asked.

“Oh great, not you again!”

Before you could even respond, Harley slapped the man across his face, fuming with anger. “What the fuck are you thinking, talking to Y/N like that?”

“Can’t you see that this whole night has been a nightmare? Honestly, I’d be willing to bet your little friend is behind it!” He spoke about you like you weren’t even there, only adding to the contempt you held for him.

“You’re just pissed that I ruined your plans to get her drunk and bring her home!” you cut in, staring down the man with everything you had. Harley gasped quietly as he faltered under your accusation.

Spineless and scared, the man practically took off in the direction of his car rather than confirm or deny that which you had accused him of. You turned back towards Harley, not sure what she was going to say to you. Would she believe you if you maintained that you were here by chance? Would she thank you for scaring away such a worthless date?

“Alright, cut the crap. What are you really doing here?” she asked, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows. “Was this really part of your job?”

Tentatively, you shook your head. This was only the first date she went on, and if you didn’t say something now, no matter how scared you were, she would surely go on other dates with people that weren’t you. At least if she rejected you this time you’d have some closure. “No.”

“Then why were you spying on my date?” Now her tone was slightly more accusatory, and getting a little louder. “I don’t need you to protect me, I can take care of my-”

“I like you okay?” The words came out before she had finished speaking, and you instantly regretting cutting her off.

For a few moments, it was completely silent between the two of you. “What?” she eventually said. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I didn’t want to make you feel like you were rushing to move on because of the way I felt about you,” you said quietly. “But I guess I couldn’t handle my jealousy when you said that you had a date and it wasn’t me.”

You weren’t sure what she would do next, but you definitely didn’t expect her to grab your face and kiss you. The surprising gesture was not unwelcome, and you moved your hands to rest on her hips, as if trying to anchor yourself to her and never let go. Just the feeling of her mouth against yours was enough to send you spiraling into space, and you weren’t completely sure this wasn’t a dream.

When you finally broke apart, she didn’t pull too far back. “I’m sorry for ruining your date,” you said.

“You should have just told me,” she responded quietly. “We could have been doing this a lot sooner.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, okay?”

She just laughed in response as she leaned in to kiss you again, and you never wanted this moment to end.

- the end -

#harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn x you #harley quinn x y/n #harley quinn fanfiction #dc fanfic #dc x reader

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layenacreates · 2 years

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Heaven

They say all good boys go to heaven

But bad boys bring heaven to you

The familiar lyrics lulled you awake into a conscious state. Reaching over to your nightstand, you paused the alarm you had set up the night before.

6 am

Okay, on a normal day it would have been a terrible idea, but you forced yourself to pick up the sheets and expose your warm skin to the nipping cold air.

Shivering you reached for your sandals and a robe to conceal the warmth that wanted to escape your body.

Today you would be joining your friend, Draco, in the astronomy tower to watch the sunrise. When Draco first suggested the unusual activity, you had laughed it off, opting to think he was pulling your leg versus actually believing he would want to spend time with you at such an ungodly hour.

He had proved you wrong by insisting saying he had never done it before and thought it would be a good idea. Downside was, if you both got caught you would push him out of the tower and then jump out yourself because no way would your parents approve of not only breaking school rules but breaking them with a boy.

You walked to your closet quietly and located your uniform before slowly pulling it over your figure. Taking special care, you glanced the room to make sure none of your roommates had been alerted of your early awakening.

Once rest assured, you took to the bathroom to brush your teeth and comb through your hair. Your nightly tussles around your bed always made random tangles show up and had the ends sticking in different directions. If you had time, you would have styled it but you decided to leave your (hair length) (hair color) hair down.

Glancing at your phone you noticed that you had just enough time to apply a bit of makeup before you met Draco. Smearing concelar around areas you found needed some extra coverage you went to work to blend it in. Afterwards you added a bit of blush, highlight, and mascra to your face to accentuate your features.

Adding a touch of pink lip gloss, you faced yourself in the mirror. Making sure you hadn’t missed anything in your routine, you gathered your makeup before discarding it in your vanity.

Before leaving your residence you made sure to grab your phone, wand, and a special gift the one and only Harry Potter had gifted you for one morning. The invisibility cloak. With the cloak you were able to roam around the halls undetected until reaching the Astronomy Tower.

Once you reached the top of the stairs, you reached overhead to remove the cloak and folded nicely into a square. Setting it aside the cloak on one of the many benches, you were able to see familiar grey eyes watching your movements.

“Hey,” you whispered softly, as you approached the tall blonde.

A small smile graced your lips as you looked up towards him, memorized by his beautiful features. Noticing a purple hue underneath his eyes, you giggled softly.

“Why are you laughing,” came his rough voice, eyeing you carefully. His eyes were alert and trained on you, exactly what you would have expected from a Slytherin. Except… his eyes held traces of bashfulness, almost like a kid who knew his secret had been found out.

“Seems like someone didn’t get enough sleep,” you remarked as you walked past him to lean against the walls of tower, overlooking Hogwarts.

“Eh, sleeping beauty,” you added with a smirk.

“I am not,” he emphasized with a raised eyebrow, “a sleeping beauty.” Turning towards him you could see the early morning light start to reflect against his face. Softly caressing his features, you could see where light met shadow to create the perfect illumination.

“But you for sure are a beauty,” you uttered quietly, whipping your head around back to watching the clouds that hung overhead, making sure your words had slurred together.

“What?”

“I said you sure are moody,” you lied. Unsure if he believed you, you quickly glanced to your side to make sure that he hadn’t heard you. Eyes narrowed and lips pursed, yup, he definitely believed your lie.

“Sorry miss early bird but we can’t all look like we have been up for hours,” he sneered quietly, resting his body over on the other wall, mirroring you.

You laughed but gave no response. Instead, you opted to look out towards the east. The ink-colored sky started to fade as the sun began to rise.

“Look,” you whispered.

Watching the sun slowly peak out of the clouds reminded you of how a small animal would introduce itself to the world. At first, weary and off balanced but once it realized who was there to greet them, they became excited and ready to show off their true colors. Black ink began to transform into gold shimmer.

Watching the sun rise, you and Draco sat in silence, not wanting to shatter the peaceful aura the morning had created.

Glancing to his side, Draco watched you for as long as he could. He wanted to soak up the way the morning light made you look ethereal. The curve of your smile. The crease in your eyes. The faintest hint of blush on your cheeks. The fanning of your hair against your neck. He wanted to hold you in this moment forever.

“Draco-,” you began but stopped when you realized you had broken not only the spell that enchanted you both to make time stop but also his gaze on your face. He quickly looked away and muttered something unintelligible.

“You were staring!”

“No, I wasn’t,” came his rapid response, “you just had something on your face.

A wave of panic came over you for half a second before you realized that you had made extra sure this morning that you were presentable.

“Nuh uh,” you nudged him, enjoying this display of embarrassment. His cheeks had grown pink against his pale skin. A rosy splash against a blank canvas.

“It’s okay,” you turned, facing the sun once more, “I know I’m pretty.”

“No one likes a narcists” he muttered, still looking way, hoping something would capture his interest to distracted him from the way his heart was swelling.

Looking back at him, you raised an eyebrow, “Except you.”

Draco whipped his head around to continue your banter, but his response fell on deaf ears. Your heart was full of emotion, your head up in the clouds. This was your happy moment. Your moment that you would think about when you were old and gray, struggling to remember mundane tasks. But you would never forget the bright eyes of your friend Draco that day as he looked at you.

Soft like satin. Grey like a wolf. Gleaming like the pearly gates of heaven themselves. Beautiful as the angels that would receive you in their perfect paradise.

Your lips turned upward.

Bad boys really do bring heaven to you.

#hogwarts #draco fic #draco x reader #draco x you #draco malfoy #draco imagine #draco malfory x reader #harry potter fic

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boatswainscall · 8 months

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I tried out Starfield through Gamepass and I am deeply Whelmed by it. Brutally honest thoughts below, though I will admit I did not get very far into the game and as such won't comment on the quality of the story and gameplay beyond that point.

Character Creator

The character creator is honestly really good. Options are not locked behind gender markers and I found it relatively easy to make an androgynous looking character, which is at least my standard for RPG character creators. The game uses sliders like past Bethesda character creators, and features a wide variety of scars, facial markings, tattoos, piercings and makeup to apply.

You can also select your pronouns in a deviously hidden sub menu upon naming your character, which I honestly hope becomes the industry standard across all triple-A titles. You can pick between She/Her, He/Him and They/Them. Which is limited but it's still good. You can also customize your character's physique and walking cycle, which are not locked to masculine/feminine bodies at all.

The one complaint I have is that the textured hairstyles, while better than past Bethesda games, there aren't as many as compared to like, Baldur's Gate 3, which honestly set the new standard that should be upheld across the games industry for its variety and quality of textured hair options.

The perk and character background system also impressed me, if by Bethesda standards. The perks have direct influence on character dialogue and some even have direct and pretty interesting downsides to them.

Opening Story Hook

It's not a surprise to me that they haven't learned their lesson from what, how many RPGs they've made now with insufferably foot-dragging opening sequences that force you to stare into the bottomless dead eyes of the plot that you can't skip in any way every time you start a new character. That everyone has at some point complained about each time, and critics have criticized.

And yet here we are in Starfield, and the opener and plot hook are not only aggressively mid but also incredibly fucking slow paced and overwhelmingly dour in tone. For as much as the game reminded me of the Outer Worlds in several ways, Starfield by comparison is at least in its opening taking itself way too seriously. Which honestly contributed towards me losing patience with it pretty early on.

I wasn't exactly asking for the game to be on the Outer Worlds' level of tongue in cheek right off the bat and god forbid I wasn't asking it to be on a Marvel movie's farcical level of goofiness, but I honestly think it would have benefited from being a little more lighthearted. VASCO, your helper robot and first companion, does have a few lines that made me smile but the rest of the characters didn't really play off him in a fun way to amplify it enough for me.

I will not comment on the quality of the story past you meeting Constellation in New Atlantis, but the inciting incident and main plot hook were both incredibly dull and formulaic and didn't do much to compel me to stick with it. So I ultimately didn't.

Aesthetic and Art Direction

I heard from a friend that some of their acquaintances in a Discord server described Starfield as "Fallout 3-like in the best and worst way possible", and I can't help but agree. But Starfield might honestly have the most dull premise out of all of their games, made even more so by its strong but very... Indistinct aesthetic.

Fallout 3 and Fallout 4 have equally lame plot hooks but they at least have the Fallout aesthetic to prop them up, which is incredibly strong and at least comparatively unique and fun to engage with. Meanwhile Skyrim and Oblivion are just iconic for their own sake due to their presence in a lot of millennial childhoods and teenage years which led to them sinking themselves permanently into the Internet's cultural weave. And their own specific fantasy aesthetics are similarly strong and kind of the general standard for the average gamer for "fantasy video game" at this point, for good and for ill.

And while Starfield similarly has an admittedly wonderful aesthetic and art direction - it's weapons, armour, environmental details and architecture are reminiscent to me of 80's Sci Fi/Futurism with its chunky and clunky design elements. I adore that kind of tech - movies like the original Alien and honestly Fallout 3 were what endeared me to it in the first place as a young teenager - it has the problem where while strong it's art direction is a little... Derivative.

There's not really much I encountered at least within the game's opening hours that truly stand out as something new or as a unique twist on an existing style of sci-fi. That paired with the early game's intensely drab and desaturated colours in its early planets and even the first hub city contribute to how uninspired it felt. There was even a point as I was sneaking through the first dungeon clearing it of Pirates where I briefly felt like I was in a cleaner, less wasteland-ified Fallout 4 one instead. So while it honestly might work for some - I wasn't endeared to its aesthetic as much as I would have liked to.

Combat and Related Mechanics

Okay, now to talk more positively, at least comparatively so. The combat in Starfield right off the bat feels really good. Animations for reloading and firing/swinging weapons are very polished and detailed, and enemy AI while still suffering from Bethesda-isms in some respects does feel at least on par or improved upon Fallout 4's. Guns also sound and handle in a very satisfying manner.

When you are inside of a building you don't have to worry about it, but when on the surface of a planet with a hostile atmosphere you have to be mindful of your Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide levels while in combat. Autorun and Sprint drain your O2 and fill your CO2 really fast while you're in a fight, so you can't just run and gun the way you could in their other games and get away with it. It forces you to be more methodical and slower with taking things down, which I at least enjoyed. When you're out of combat though you only have to watch your O2/CO2 levels when you're sprinting, so don't worry about having to manage it while out exploring unless some wildlife aggros on you.

The perk system is also off the bat the best one they've made, at least by Bethesda standards. When you level up you get perk points, but you can't just automatically spend them on whatever you want. You first have to complete mini challenges tied to those specific perks in order to level them up. Unlocking perks at their base level I don't believe require said challenges, but if you want to improve them in any way you have to work for it. Which compared to past games is a welcome change and definitely makes the game feel more like a RPG.

Other Mechanics

The lockpicking minigame is the best Bethesda has ever made. Which is a low bar to clear but they sure did clear it. It's a lot more cerebral than their previous one where it was just a guessing/patience game. Now it's an actual puzzle to solve, and while it might grow repetitive to some over time I really enjoyed sitting down to figure it out the first time I encountered a locked box.

Ship combat/flight though is something I want to take a second to warn people about. If you have wrist/joint issues, either due to injury or medical reasons and you want to play Starfield on a keyboard, I strongly suggest you rebind the controls for Ship System management to be something that will be more comfortable and safe for you. Because as it exists now while I don't normally have issues with my hands it was causing me pretty severe hand cramps due to the Crab Claw positioning I had to take to manage it effectively, so I can only imagine it would be excruciating by default for someone who has joint issues. It's a major accessibility issue, and again I strongly suggest you rebind the keys to prevent injuring yourself if you have these issues.

Also if you similarly have problems with motion sickness I'd avoid playing Starfield because ship combat and navigation is intensely disorientating and made me nauseous after only two sequenced dogfights with pirates.

Beyond that ship management is... Fine? It's mechanics are interesting in theory but in practice its intensely clunky and frustrating to deal with. I saw someone else post about it but frankly ship combat at least while you're flying solo with nobody else to assist with things is very aggravating to manage and honestly kind of bad.

Performance

I'm not running with a rig that meets all the minimum system requirements, so the game defaulted me to low settings with automatic dynamic resolution scaling (DRS) enabled to prioritize performance over prettiness. But despite that, I found the game actually ran rather well even after bumping things up to medium settings. I didn't encounter any graphical bugs in my time playing beyond some z-fighting textures in a small part of the environment in New Atlantis, which I think was more caused by the graphics settings than being of developer error.

I would still warn that if you don't meet system requirements and decide to play anyway with your own customized settings and DRS enabled, that when things get busy on screen the quality of your resolution will get quite blurry as the game compensates, which may cause eye strain and motion sickness from extended exposure.

Conclusion

I wasn't riding the hype train for this game so I wasn't exactly disappointed by the early game experience I got, but I was let down by how overwhelmingly "Bethesda" in the bad way it was.

If you honestly enjoy the Bethesda game experience of ignoring the main plot and spending hundreds of hours exploring and sidequesting instead, I think that Starfield will hold up just fine for you. But for me at least, I wasn't impressed, and likely won't continue to play it.

#starfield #bethesda #fiverblogs

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chamerionwrites · 2 years

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Another thing that drives me nuts is how often conversations about gender conformity or lack thereof seem to center on these very obvious visual markers of gender presentation. There are certainly valid conversations to be had about makeup or whatever but to hear the majority of people talk sometimes you would think that being gnc consists of shaving your head and putting on a tie (or painting your nails and wearing a skirt).

When like...I’m 99.9% sure nobody has ever looked at me and questioned which pronouns to use, and yet after spending even a little bit of time with me many people (both women and men) perceive me as deeply unfeminine in ways they find actively contemptible and/or threatening. I know this because many of them have taken it upon themselves to tell me! And I also know that I have certain mannerisms/character flaws/neutral character traits which have never caused even a millisecond’s worth of conflict with my dude friends while a huge number of women find them off-putting to the point that I’ve had to carefully suppress/explain/apologize for them in nearly every female friendship I’ve ever had. (And I only learned how to do this with reasonable success - or even to pinpoint exactly what was causing the problems! - in my late teens/early twenties, which is probably why I still have considerably more close guy friends and still often find those friendships easier to navigate. That is a simple statement of fact that frequently gets read as some sort of self-congratulatory not-like-other-girls superiority complex - but trust me, I’m more frustrated by it than anyone else.)

A lot of this stuff isn’t even self-evidently Gender Stuff on the surface! Eg one of the reliable points of conflict I’ve encountered in relationships with women - especially though not exclusively during the earlier getting-to-know-you stages - is that I tend toward being kind of emotionally guarded/slow to open up. This is a trait that many people of all genders have! You wouldn’t think it would be such an issue! And yet I need at least two hands to count the number of explicit conversations I’ve had to have with women to the effect of no, I do not dislike you/find you annoying/think I’m better than you, it just takes me a little while to be comfortable talking about personal subjects, because in my experience the social scripts a lot of women follow for making friends involve a degree of emotional vulnerability that I am almost never immediately comfortable with and when I don’t reciprocate it frequently gets read as me being aloof/condescending/dismissive/deliberately insulting when in fact I’m simply private. THIS HAS LITERALLY NEVER BEEN A PROBLEM IN MY FRIENDSHIPS WITH MEN. It’s been almost a constant in my friendships with women - and that’s in the best-case scenarios where they don’t just immediately decide I’m the world’s biggest bitch and they want nothing to do with me.

(To be clear I’m not saying that Wanting To Talk About Emotions is some essential trait that all women have and all men lack. But I do think women and men often learn different social scripts for how to do friendship, and there can be a subtle sort of culture clash/emotional language barrier if you’re using the wrong set of scripts, and there are certain personality traits that sometimes make one set of scripts considerably easier to pull off successfully than the other. Also, contrary to popular opinion I actually feel quite strongly that the friendship script which involves loads of talking-through-our-feelings is not inherently better/more intimate/more supportive, though obviously everything has its upsides and downsides and there are healthy and unhealthy degrees of these things. Also this is part of why I wish we could have nuanced and sensitive conversations about gendered socialization instead of all having a flinch response because the TERFs use it as a weapon in a deeply stupid way.)

I’ve gotten more conscious of the problem as I’ve gotten older, and taken more proactive steps to avoid hurting women’s feelings by accident, but it takes work. I also freely admit that some of this could be social anxiety-related - but I am hardly the first person to note that unspoken and occasionally byzantine systems of interlocking social rules are frequently A Thing in “women’s spaces,” or that complex unspoken social norms are hell on social anxiety. I also do not think it’s an accident that I have a FAR easier time making friends with women on the internet - probably for a variety of reasons, among which I strongly suspect are “I feel slightly more comfortable opening up in certain contexts if you don’t know me IRL” and also “a slightly higher degree of guarding one’s privacy is normalized and expected to begin with.”

That turned into sort of a ramble/rant but the TL;DR is that I’ve spent much of my life struggling to navigate majority-female spaces and/or relationships with women, this is not a point of pride but a source of immense self-doubt and frustration, and a lot of the reasons seem to boil down to social and relational expectations that are subtly yet deeply gendered.

And yet I’m built slender and like my hair long in a way that visually tends to read as quite feminine even though I don’t particularly dress that way and I wear makeup like once a year to a wedding or something, and it’s those visual cues that take up a disproportionate part of the discussion when people talk about gender presentation.

#DON/T RE/BLOG PLEASE #idk if this is all just deeply navel-gazing but #after a lifetime of furiously trying to seem less scary/mean/lame/whatever tf it is that so often makes Other Girls loathe me on sight #i feel i'm allowed to overanalyze my genderfeels in my own private space once in a while #my posts #gender stuff

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bubblegump-1-nk · 2 years

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In Trouble

Summary: You are a famous actress doing an interview for your new movie Elvis, with your co-star Austin Butler. Something you say causes your boyfriend Timothee's insecurities to skyrocket (Notice a theme in my writing yet ;)) - Angst ig? Sorry this is so long, I got super carried away!

Press tours. You couldn't decide if you loved them or hated them. Recently though, you've been loving them because you have your - now - best friend Austin Butler next to you the whole time. With your new role as Priscilla in the Elvis biopic you've been in the spotlight. The only downside of it though is being away from your boyfriend for so long. But today was the last of the press tours, ending right in none other than New York. How perfect!

"Ok everyone, 5 minutes until we air!" Said one of the workers back stage.

You and Austin had been settled in your seats for about 10 minutes already, so you carried on your conversation.

"The Outsiders is easily the best book ever written." You say, as retaliation to Austin saying What We Talk About When We Talk About Love was the best book.

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong (Y/N). What We Talk About is pure perfection, literally perfect writing." He explains, with a goofy grin on his face.

"No. The Outsiders is scientifically the best novel ever written. The End." You say playfully.

"Ok, then let's trade books. We'll see how easily you change your mind then." He challenges.

"You wish." You say, as your makeup team comes over and quickly retouches some of your makeup.

Austin uses this short period of time to take out his phone and look up what you said earlier. He didn't know if you were joking when you said that The Outsiders had been scientifically proven as the best book ever written. You were. He chuckles to himself at your adorable claim.

"Ok everyone, places! The camera is rolling in 3...2...1!" Says the interviewer, now sitting in his spot.

The interview starts smoothly, the interviewer introducing himself as, Tom. He does a nice job of bouncing the questions back and forth, making sure you both get the same amount of questions. You're grateful for this, in most interviews all the questions are for Austin. You understand that, of course, and Austin always does the best job in including you into his questions, but it still feels nice to have some of your own.

Austin just finished answering Tom's question of "What was your favorite performance you did?" After he's sure Austin has finished talking, he turns to you and asks, "So (Y/N), I know this question doesn't completely pertain to you, but what is your favorite performance of Austin?"

You smile, knowing your answer immediately. "Definitely his trouble performance. I love that song and Austin sang it perfectly. I also just love the rebellious aspect of it, I think it really captured Elvis. It was incredibly fun to watch and Austin did amazing." You say, dragging out 'amazing'.

The interview ends some moments after and once the camera is shut off, you and Austin begin conversing.

"Ok everyone, you're free to go." Says one of the people back stage, who you assume to be the manager.

"So, I don't know if you have any plans with Timothee already but the whole cast was thinking of going to a bar right now to celebrate. We can reschedule though, if you do, no pressure." Austin says, helping you out of your seat.

You thank him, and then think for a second making a humming noise. "Tim and I didn't have any plans already and I don't think he would mind me going out. I mean we went out to dinner last night, so it should be fine. I'll give him a call, just in case." You say, pulling out your phone.

"Ok, tell me as soon as you know the plan. I'll text you the name of the bar if you end up coming." He says, smiling.

"Perfect. Thanks Aus."

"No problem. Also, again, no pressure into going if you want to hang out with Timothee, I understand." Austin says, making sure you don't feel pressured into anything.

You let out a small laugh at his caring manner. "Don't worry Austin, I know. Now leave and go have fun."

He says goodbye and waves to you through the window as he's getting into his car.

"You alright (Y/N)?" Baz asks, walking over to you and placing an arm on your forearm.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just calling Tim to see if he had plans for us tonight." You explain.

"Oh ok. Let us know if you decide to come tonight. I know Austin won't be the same without you." He says cheekily.

You wave him off in mock anger, and he walks away laughing to himself.

You open your phone and press call on Timothee's contact. He answers on the first ring, as he always does.

You quickly explain the situation and he's completely understanding. You ask him if he would want to tag along, but he explains that as much as he wants to he has a lot of work to do and it's better if he stays at home. You understand, and end the phone call in 'I love you's'. You walk out of the building, texting Austin on your way out.

you: hey I'm coming what's the name of the bar?

Austin responds in seconds, like he was staring at his phone and waiting for your text. Well actually, he probably was.

Austin: yay!!! its called the Shirley temple, its a super small bar that we found, hopefully no papz

you: perfect 💕

Austin: ❤️

--- Timothee's POV ---

I was scrolling through my phone instead of actually doing my work. I was too lazy. Maybe I should have gone to the bar, it would've been fun to go out with (Y/N). Plus, I don't trust that Butler guy. I mean, he's perfect. Blonde hair, 6'0", gruff voice, abs, what's not to like? That's why I don't like him around (Y/N), my (Y/N). He could easily swoop in and take her, he has everything I don't. And it's not like I'm insecure about other men, it's just the fact that him and (Y/N) are always touching each other, always together, always laughing at things and leaving me out of the joke. Not to mention the fans. Before Austin came along, everyone was obsessed with me and (Y/N) as a couple, they thought we were soulmates. But now with Austin in the picture, people are changing their minds.

A ding from my phone takes me out of my internal rant. I look down at the notification and see (yourinstagramuser) has posted a new story! I click on the notification and it directly opens the story.

repost of austinbutler's story:

(Austin is Elvis, and you're Priscilla in this image - you are tagged in the original story)

"What the fuck!!" I say, accidentally out loud.

What is even going on here? I knew I should've gone, why are they looking at each other like that? Slow down Timothee, why am I so mad. It's just a picture. They're just best friends. At the end of the day she's coming home to me, to my bed. This calms me down a bit. Only a bit.

I set my phone down and go grab a coke from the kitchen. When I come back I get another notification that draws my attention. Austin Butler and (Y/N) (L/N) chat about the new Elvis movie. I click on the notification and begin to watch the new interview that has just been posted. I'm exited to see (Y/N), but not that douchebag Austin. Especially not him being obsessive over my girl.

The interview is surprisingly smooth, nothing that seems to flirtatious. Well until (Y/N) is asked about her favorite performance from Austin. "Definitely his trouble performance. I love that song and Austin sang it perfectly. I also just love the rebellious aspect of it, I think it really captured Elvis. It was incredibly fun to watch and Austin did amazing." What the hell? And why the hell did you drag out the word amazing?

I'm no idiot, and I know all about that scene. Austin is thrusting around and making all sorts of 'sexy' movements. Why the hell is that (Y/N)'s favorite performance? The most provocative of all! I quickly pause the interview and go to the comments. I only pay attention to the ones that mention both Austin and (Y/N).

User3: isn't it so cute how their matching?????

I quickly scroll back up. Oh fuck, they are matching. Austin is wearing simple leather pants, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. (Y/N) is wearing a short, leather skirt and a cropped white shirt that comes down just a little lower than her cropped leather jacket. I wonder if they meant to match?? I keep reading the comments.

User5: they are soulmates

User9: they compliment each other so well

User10: forget timothee, Austin is what (Y/N) needs

User12 - reply to User11: I completely agree, timothee doesn't deserve her. at least Austin compliments her well

User14: hottest couple ever.

What do they mean hottest couple ever? They're not even dating??

A jingle of keys at the door indicates how long it's been. I've stayed up for hours researching every interview, every tweet, every instagram post, every tiktok, and every goddamn comment that has to do with Austin and (Y/N). I look down at the time - 3:21 AM -

"Tim? Are you awake?" I hear (Y/N) call out, as she enters the apartment.

Shit.

Part 2??

#timotheechalamet #austinbutler #jealousyfic #timotheechalametimagine #timotheechalametfanfic #austinbutlerimagine #austinbutlerfanfic #actress!Y/N #angst

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