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wanderingelvis · 10 months

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can i request a sort of innocent reader goes to graceland for the first time to meet elvis and she's all shy and nervous and elvis ends up being really sweet to her? maybe she gets scared or something from a thunderstorm or something like that? love ur writing btw!

this is a LONG one, buckle up guys!!

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Word count: 4,568

Pairings: Early 60s!Elvis x Innocent!F!Reader

You were nervous to meet Elvis Presley. You were a friend of Jerry's little sister, so when she invited you to meet the King of Rock n' Roll himself, you couldn't quite believe what you were hearing.

"Oh he's real sweet Y/N, so kind, you're gonna just love him, I know it." Ruth said as you drove up to Graceland in a car that Jerry, and by default, Elvis had sent for the two of you. "But he's a very busy man see, he won't hang around for long." She informed you and you nodded, taking in what she was saying.

Ruth was a much bigger character than you, socially she would command attention and that's what she liked about having you as a friend, you were a little wallflower who was more than happy to be in her shadow.

You turned to the more confident girl in the opposite seat. "Are you sure he don't mind us stayin' the night? I mean, I know he loves you but I'm just a stranger." You asked tentatively.

"Oh be serious Y/N! 'Course he won't mind! Besides, he's probably not gon' even notice you I bet! Might think ya one of the staff!" Ruth giggled playfully, sometimes you felt that her words might be laced with malice but you'd brush it off, silently telling yourself that Ruth surely couldn't be like that. Surely.

When the driver parked up outside of Graceland, Jerry and Sonny came to greet the two of you as you gazed at the surroundings. Now, you'd never exactly struggled for money growing up but you'd certainly never, ever seen wealth like this.

You'd met Jerry a few times but never Sonny, however they were both lovely, with Sonny insisting on taking your bag for you as they took you into the mansion and passed the bags on to the maids in the house who presumably took them to the rooms you'd be staying in.

"Elvis! We're here!" Ruth hollered, running up to the figure that emerged from the kitchen as you lingered behind.

You gasped a little, catching the mans attention in the process, as you realised that you were in the presence of one of the greatest performers of all time. Your sweet excitement made Elvis smirk - he'd always enjoyed the effect he had on women although, if he had to admit it, he preferred women that were more reserved and shy. There was no shortage of women throwing themselves at Elvis and he missed the excitement of trying to win a girl over and he knew instantly when a girl was shy, and he knew instantly that shyness consumed you.

"Hey there, honey," Elvis said in that low Southern voice, walking up to you and closing the space between the two of you.

"H-Hi." You stuttered, instantly embarrassed that you couldn't get even one word out without letting your nerves get the better of you.

Naturally you wouldn't admit this to Elvis, in fact, you hadn't even told Ruth, but you'd been practising in the mirror for the past week what you were you were going to say if you did in fact meet Elvis.

"Oh Mr Presley, you have such a lovely home, thank you for inviting me. My names Y/N, pleased to meet you."

"Ruth's told me so many kind things about you Mr Presley."

"I'm very grateful that you're letting me stay, it's very kind of you Mister." But all of those practises seemed to vanish from your mind as the King of Rock n Roll himself towered over you and you mentally kicked yourself for only managing to muster up a measly 'Hi' and you couldn't even get that right.

"You gotta name honey?" Elvis smirked slightly.

"Oh um, yes, yes I do!" You smiled, getting all sweet and flustered in front of the big man who raised his eyebrow after you stopped speaking. "Oh!" You gasped, realising you hadn't even told him what your name was. "My names Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N."

Elvis nodded, he was already fond of you. He'd known Ruth for years and whilst he wouldn't ever say it out loud, he found her a tad annoying, so when she'd asked Jerry to ask Elvis if her best friend to come to Graceland with her, Elvis was expecting someone with a similar personality, he was not expecting what was standing shyly in front of him.

"Why don't we give you girls a tour, huh? You can see where yous are sleepin' and where everythin' is?" Elvis suggested and you were a little surprised at how welcoming he was and in all honesty, you felt bad for even thinking he would be too busy make an effort with the two of you.

Ruth let out a little giggle, batting Elvis' arm, "I know my way round Elvis! It's like ma second home, silly!" She laughed, but you noticed Elvis didn't exactly seem to reciprocate, just offering Ruth a small smile of acknowledgement.

"Well, your lil' friend ain't been here before," Elvis said shortly before turning his gaze to you, making you blush and try to look anywhere but at the most famous man in the world. All of a sudden, your battered sneakers were starting to seem real interesting to look at. "Wouldn't want her to feel forgotten now, would we?" Elvis said lowly staring right at you, making you gulp nervously at the intensity that shrouded him, before he gestured for everyone to follow him, presumably to start the tour.

Now, you knew that Graceland was going to be big, but you didn't imagine it would be this big. As Elvis and Jerry escorted you and Ruth around, you couldn't help but become a little overwhelmed at how many rooms there were.

It was a lot to take in, leading to you staying as quiet as a mouse, admiring lots of the furnishings and pretty decorations whilst Ruth talked Elvis' ear off, telling him all about how she'd recently seen Roy Orbison perform and how his show was nothing compared to Elvis's. You were too preoccupied by gazing around the hallways and lavish rooms of Graceland to notice that as Elvis placated Ruth with curt hums and nods, he kept looking back and watching you.

He thought you were an odd little thing, you appeared to be incredibly curious and wide-eyed whilst simultaneously jumping out of your skin any time anyone would make a noise that was even the slightest bit louder than a normal speaking volume.

You weren't even sure how many rooms you'd been shown before you all finally landed on the room that was to be the one that you'd be staying in. Elvis opened the door for you, placing his large hand on the small of your back, making you jump a little at the touch - something only Elvis noticed as you looked up at him with big eyes, offering him a sweet smile and blushing slightly with embarrassment at flinching at his touch before you turned to look at your room.

It was gorgeous, oh Lord, if only your Mommy could see this room, you thought to yourself. It had everything and overlooked the stables. Your eyes scanned the room with awe before they grew wider, setting on your all too familiar stuffed bunny, Hopper, placed on the bed by the pillows, on full display for everyone to see - presumably placed there by one of the maids.

"Is that... a stuffed bunny?" Ruth said, covering her mouth as she snickered at you, delighting in the embarrassment and the flustered panic you were experiencing.

You scampered over as the group of Elvis, Jerry and Ruth watched you scramble to grab your bunny and throw it under the bedding to hide it. Elvis smirked a little, watching your pathetic albeit adorable attempt at making everyone believe that the little stuffed bunny on the bed wasn't yours.

"No, no I don't know w-what that is!" You stuttered, your back facing the others that were stood in the doorway.

It wasn't that you were ashamed of having your bunny, you just worried that Ruth might make it a bigger deal than it really was.

"Sure, Y/N..." Ruth giggled. "It's cute that you need a teddy!" Ruth said, despite no truth being laced in her voice.

"Ruth, that's enough." Jerry said quietly, realising that Ruth was delighting in belittling you.

"I'm sorry!" Ruth chuckled, throwing her hands in the air in mock defence. "I was just sayin', it's cute s'all, classic Y/N."

Your cheeks turned a violent shade of pink as you stood there, now facing Elvis, Jerry and Ruth, your soft pink lips parting to try and say something that would help the sticky situation you were in, but no words were coming out.

Fortunately, a thick Southern voice started talking instead, your eyes fluttering up to be met with Elvis'. "I think we should show you girls the stables and see them horses, how's about it hm?" Elvis said, mainly to you, clearly saving you from having to say anything more.

You nodded tentatively, your chest rising and falling with anxiety. Elvis gestured with his big ring-covered hand for you to follow as Jerry and Ruth made a head start. You walked towards him in the doorway as he held the door open for you like a gentleman, letting you go past him and sending you a wink to ease your nerves.

Elvis continued his tour of Graceland by showing you the stables and all of the beautiful horses that filled them. The embarrassment you'd felt from the bedroom incident meant that you stayed lingering behind everyone else, quietly taking it all in and only speaking when spoken to.

You just felt so silly. You didn't want Elvis to feel like he'd invited some silly little kid into his home, you just wanted the ground to swallow you up.

Once the tour was over, you, Elvis, Ruth and Jerry all joined a few other members for dinner with Sonny instructing you to sit at the right hand of side of Elvis.

"That can't be right Sonny! You know what Elvis is like, he gets real funny about who sits next to him, he wouldn't pick Y/N, he don't even know her!" Ruth retorted in front of everyone except Elvis who had yet to appear for dinner.

"Actually hon, EP requested it directly." Sonny said bluntly, nodding at you to sit down in the chair. Both you and Ruth had a very confused expression on your faces, there had been times when Ruth was little where Elvis had let her sit in that seat but usually it was reserved for whichever girlfriend he had at the time or his right-hand man, Jerry.

You complied and sat down, keeping your gaze focused on the silverware as you felt multiple people staring at you from around the table and daggers being shot your way by Ruth, all until Elvis finally arrived, alleviating the tension.

Dinner proceeded with Sonny and Billy telling Elvis all about Nancy Sinatra's show that they'd just seen as well as Jerry chatting about the new RV he'd acquired for their next trip down to Las Vegas. You listened politely, fascinated by the world that currently surrounded you, all this excitement and oppulence. You couldn't wait to go home and tell your Mommy all about everything that was happening to you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a voice at your side.

"Say, tell me darlin', what are ya studyin'?" Elvis asked as he sat at the head of the table, with you by his side.

"Oh," You said, your eyes widening at the attention from all around the table suddenly turning to you. "I um, well, truth be told, I was studyin' History and even though it really is interestin' and all, I dropped out to take art classes instead, I like doin' art a lot more." You said fidgeting with your hands as you spoke, making Elvis realise that there was no way that your nerves were going to go away, not any time soon at least.

"Y/N does her own drawings and stuff." Ruth chimed in, interrupting you and making Elvis' attention turn to her.

"Oh?" Elvis said, partially to you, partially to Ruth.

"She does these lil' cartoons and doodles, don't ya Y/N? They're great for little kids I think, they're that kinda level, like a starter drawing that you could teach a kid!" Ruth said and you furrowed your brow a little. Sure, you didn't think that you were the best artist in the world but your work wasn't just 'doodles', you'd spent a lot of time on learning how to draw well.

"Well, I'll have t'get you t'draw a picture of me sometime soon in that case." Elvis proposed to you with a smile.

You opened your lips to reply, before Ruth got there first. "Oh Y/N wouldn't be able to do that just yet, unless ya want a goofy lookin' picture I suppose!" She giggled, her words cutting through you. "But maybe you'll get there Y/N! It's good that you're takin' classes and all ain't it? Maybe one day someone might think you're an actual artist!" Ruth said to you from across the table making you furrow your brow at the backhanded compliment. "I've been tellin' Y/N that she should come to Boston with me for my studies, said it would be good for her to get outta Memphis but she refuses to go on a plane! Says it gives her the spooks!" Ruth laughed, embarrassing you further as you knew that the man to your right owned his own plane. "But I'm still goin', got big plans see, I've got three different classes I'm gonna take..." Ruth said, chatting away about all her studies and her big plans, dominating the conversation.

As Ruth rattled on about all sorts, you felt your appetite become lost as you stared at the plate in front of you, trying not to let Ruth's words get to you.

It was then that a large hand rested unexpectedly on your exposed thigh, causing a soft, quiet gasp to leave your lips, too quiet for anyone but Elvis to notice. You glanced up at the man who sent you a comforting wink and squeezed your thigh with his big hands, the numerous large, cold rings, nipping at your flesh.

You shot the man a slight smile, appreciating the comfort. You'd always felt invisible when you were stood by Ruth. Everyone adored her and loved that her brother worked for Elvis and you, well, you were just you. Normally, you didn't really mind feeling invisible, you really didn't, but for some reason, Ruth had seemed to make it her mission to make you feel even more invisible than usual whist also exposing all of your biggest insecurities. But as you held eye contact with Elvis, you didn't feel as invisible, not in this moment at least.

Elvis offered you a reassuring nod, before turning his attention to Ruth to appear to seem engaged in whatever she was harping on about, all the while, keeping his hand firmly placed on your though, his thumb rubbing the smooth skin up and down slowly, his silent and secret attempt to comfort you.

The rest of dinner went by quickly, followed by games in the Jungle room that you insisted on just watching, knowing you weren't very good at playing pool and wanting to avoid making a fool of yourself.

But once you began to yawn every thirty seconds, you knew it was your bedtime, excusing yourself and bidding everyone goodnight, waving at them as you left, smiling at Elvis in particular who you'd decided was the nicest of all of the men.

By the time you were in your bed, you were exhausted from the events of the day, emotionally drained and ready for some sleep, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

Now, you'd never been very good with the dark, it scared you enough that your mother let you have a night light permanently, even if the bulbs for it were expensive. However, there were no night lights to be found in your room, making you clutch Hopper, your bunny as tightly as possible as you began to feel the nerves bubble up inside your small body. And just to add to your stress, the storm that had begun outside was becoming unbearably loud, with the wind and rain making you jump and begin to cry. The final straw, after hours of trying to be brave and try and possibly remain calm, despite failing miserably, was the wind rattling the stable doors, causing them to bang repeatedly. Even though it was just that, the stable doors, poor little you didn't realise and the banging noises made you jump out of bed in tears, desperate for your Mommy.

Grabbing onto Hopper and trying to routinely wipe away the tears and the snot that was coming from you, you decided to find the telephone you'd seen Jerry use earlier to call your mother, desperate for her familiar warmth and reassurance that she'd given you before in situations like these.

You softly padded out of your room, trembling as you tried to work out which way to go, the long, dark hallway confusing and scaring you. As you wandered about the house, you felt yourself getting all worked up all over again as you realised you'd gotten lost in the big, dark mansion. You let out soft cries and sniffles as you tried to find any room that you recognised until you finally came to a staircase where you could see some light coming from below it.

As you walked towards it, trying to muffle and stop your tears, you realised it was Elvis, reading through various papers on a huge couch in front of a burning fireplace.

Relief washed over you as you realised you'd finally found someone who could help you as your sniffles caught Elvis' attention who turned to you as you reached the bottom of the staircase, your figure now standing in front of him, dressed in nothing but your little, cotton night dress and your bunny in your hands.

"I g-got lost and um, I just, I just wanna call my M-Mommy." You whispered, trying not to let your voice crack after you'd already let a few tears fall down your flushed, pink cheeks.

Elvis was taken aback at the state of you, he knew you were a quiet, shy, nervous little thing but at this moment you'd seemed to regress a little in your behaviour, clutching the bunny that earlier, you'd been so desperate to hide.

Elvis walked over to you with concern in his face, crouching in front of you as you stood in front of him, rubbing away tears with a balled up fist and holding your bunny, Hopper to your chest with your other hand.

"Oh darlin', did somethin' happen? What's wrong hm? We can give yer Mommy a call, it's okay, it's gon' be okay, little one." Elvis soothed in a calming tone as you nodded with a couple of adorable hiccups escaping your small body.

"It was all rainin' and windy and loud and everythin' was dark and I'm scared of the dark and then I kept hearin' banging noises from outside my window and I got scared and I tried to find a telephone but I got lost and didn't know where to go and, and-" You began hyperventilating, reliving the scary night to Elvis who hushed you as he took your small hand in his large one and led you, in your little nightgown, to the couch in front of the burning fireplace. "M'sorry, I feel so stupid."

Elvis sat down beside you before he easily picked you up and brought you into his lap, rubbing soothing circles into your back, relaxing you for the first time since you'd arrived at Graceland and the drowsy sensation that was being caused, leading you to completely forget that you were sitting in the lap of the most famous man in the world. You couldn't help but start to space out a little, the exhaustion of the night catching up to you as well as the wave of relief that consumed you now that you felt safe with Elvis. Elvis watched as you began to blink absent-mindedly, the drowsiness catching up to you and your eyelids growing heavy and sleepy at Elvis' persistent touches.

Whilst in this very moment, Elvis felt a lot of genuine care and concern for you, he'd been thinking about you ever since you'd gone to bed in fact, he couldn't help but enjoy the effect he was having on you. He watched you as you practically melted into his touch, being too overwhelmed and sleepy to even try and resist letting your body rest on his.

Your fingers were softly stroking through your bunny's fur in an attempt at self soothing as you lazily blinked your long, pretty eyelashes, feeling your mind go all fuzzy and mushy at Elvis' comforting you.

"Oh no darlin', you're not stupid, not stupid at all, I know that." Elvis hushed. "I know it does get awful dark here at night because we ain't near anythin' else. Must've been real scary honey, m'sorry." Elvis cooed quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he began run his fingers through your hair to relax and calm you, making you feel even more dozy.

The combination of Elvis' gentle touches and quiet, soothing, low voice and the warmth radiating from his body was all becoming a bit much for you as you involuntarily felt your body leaning into his as you rested in his hold. Your back rested against Elvis' torso as you let your head lull by his collarbone, meaning you couldn't see the smirk that was across Elvis' face.

"Real scary." You murmured in agreement with Elvis as you felt the fear begin to disappear.

"Awh baby, I know." Elvis pacified. "You were a brave girl comin' t'me like you did, you're safe now honey, I got you." He assured you, making you feel all warm and tingly inside.

You'd never sat in a mans lap before, you'd never been held like this in such a way before but truthfully, you weren't able to process any thoughts properly, not as long as Elvis continued to let his fingers roam your body, relaxing and calming you.

It was as if he'd put some sort of spell on you.

But he was right, you were safe now, you certainly felt that way with him - you didn't even feel embarrassed at having Hopper with you.

And as if he could read your mind, the man gestured to the toy i your clutches. "Looks like yer little friend helped though, hm?" Elvis said, making you realise that it had always been obvious that Hopper was your toy.

"M'sorry for lyin' earlier, I didn't wanna lie, I don't know why I did, but um, but he's my bunny, his name is Hopper. I had him since I was a little girl, and um, my Mommy gave him to me and she saved up all her money one Christmas to get him for me, because um, we didn't really always have that much see, and um, so Hopper is real special t'me." You whispered sweetly, looking down at your lap where Hopper rested.

Elvis kept his eyes trained on you, studying your sleepy expressions and the unconfident stutters in your voice that all appeared so endearing and adorable to him - and despite how annoying he found Ruth, he couldn't help but be silently grateful to her for bringing you to him.

"Dontchu worry darlin', I ain't gon' judge, I think it's very sweet." Elvis told you, causing you to lift your head up and smile up at Elvis. "Now, how about I try give your Momma a call?" Elvis suggested and you nodded.

After a couple of attempts but to no avail, you knew she was probably asleep, you didn't really want to disturb her anymore, you were actually feeling a little bit better in Elvis' company. You didn't feel as nervous around him, he was a lot gentler than you'd imagine him being.

After a while of relaxing in Elvis's hold, you found yourself quietly drifting off to sleep, the fireplace in front of the two of you dimming and the lack of heat causing you to instinctively snuggle closer into Elvis' chest. Following a period of silence, Elvis realised you were falling asleep and realised it was probably time to get the sweet little thing in his lap to bed and he was secretly hoping it would be his.

"Honey?" Elvis whispered, causing you to whine at the disturbance. "Oh little one, you can't fall asleep here, you wanna be in a big comfy bed, dontchu?" Elvis cooed.

"Nuh-uh!" You whined, your eyes still half closed as you wriggled about in Elvis' arms. "Wanna stay with you, don't wanna go back to the dark room." You mumbled, barely coherently.

Elvis knew it was as a result of your overwhelming day, he knew that, but it didn't stop the satisfaction build up within him at you admitting to wanting to stay sleeping in his arms. He also knew that you were just too innocent and too sweet to really understand what you were really saying and what it could lead to but he didn't care.

"Awh, is my baby too scared to go back to her room?" Elvis murmured adoringly at you, he knew he was being forward with the pet names but he also knew you were in a situation where you were obviously feeling clingy and needy.

You nodded as your head rested on his chest, silently hoping that Elvis would let you stay, even just a little longer, on the couch with him.

"Well, would you like to sleep in my room with me tonight, sweetheart?" Elvis propositioned quietly.

You nodded again, making Elvis smirk once more before hiding it as you pushed your body up from him to face him directly.

"I-I-" You stammered shyly.

"What is it honey?" Elvis asked with a raised eyebrow, noticing that the sudden shyness was back.

"It's just, I don't wanna do any of that kinda stuff, y'know? If that's um, if that's okay, it's just I've never done anythin' like that before and I don't know, I just don't think m'ready, if that's okay?" You said, looking at Elvis with anticipation as you watched his expression soften.

"Oh baby, don't you worry your pretty lil' head, okay? We're just gon' sleep okay? I just wanna look after you little one, make sure you ain't gonna get scared anymore." Elvis assured you, making a weight lift off your shoulders as you reached forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a cuddle.

"Now then honey, it's far too late for a little girl like you to be awake, let's get you to bed." Elvis chuckled after your sweet gesture of a cuddle, as he helped you off the couch and began to lead you to his bedroom.

"Elvis?" You murmured softly, stopping the two of you from walking any further down the hallway. Elvis hummed in response. "You're not gonna tell Ruth about this are you? I just think she might make fun of me for it or somethin', think I'm bein' a baby about the dark or somethin'." You said anxiously, looking up at Elvis.

"Well, in that case, it'll be our little secret." Elvis assured you as he took your little hand in his big one, leading you all the way to his bedroom.

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mangofanarts · 6 months

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I love q!Bad being a liar, I love how he gets into denial and can't get himself to admit to emotional vulnerability with people. He's fine, he says while his back is glowing green and it's growing and it's hurting and his head is hurting too. But it's okay, because he says he's fine so you should believe him and move on despite the better gut instincts you have in not trusting him at his word. He's fine as he wanders around lost without his kids around and confused and picking flowers and not understanding what's happening. He's just chilly! That's why he's wearing armor, knowing fully well that he doesn't want to make others more concerned about him despite his kids hearing him cough and splashing their health potions on him in an effort to help their dad, not knowing how really far gone he is.

He's rebuilt something he thought felt like a home and showed it to a teammate that was in the same situation as him. It was comfort to him, it was his slice of heaven in hell. For her, it was always hell - it wasn't ever a comfort. It was survival. She calls him a freak and monster and runs. He says to himself that he thinks she liked the surprise as she talks about how upsetting the whole killing event was with his child and that it was a nightmare. He's watching her from afar as if he was a dog that did a bad thing, afraid he will do another bad thing. He's picking up flowers silently before handing her a totem later on, he's saying sorry without saying it to her. Whether or not she understands his apology in silence, she thanks him and hugs him later anyways.

Even so, he says he wants to keep it a surprise for the others with an excited voice! If I was q!Bad, I would never show my recreation to anyone again after q!Tina's reaction. I would feel ashamed, embarrassed for thinking that the recreation I made could have been comfort to someone else. For even asking her if it was cool and awesome and great. I wonder if it's because he wants a different reaction.

The others won't act like how she did, right? Surely there must be someone that feels like it was a part of home? That as stressful and horrible purgatory was, there was a bit of good, wasn't there? Can't one of his previous teammates recognize his feelings? The yearning? Longing? Is it.....only the dog that thought their home was something special? The experience of it? No, there has to be someone that was in his team that'll appreciate what he did. Someone that is nostalgic about it and will pat him on the head, throw him a bone and praise him about it. To be grateful about the dedicated days he's put effort into making it as perfect as possible and so closely identical to the original base.

#qsmp #badboyhalo #qsmp tinakitten #q!Bad means sooooooo much to me #qsmp purgatory #is it so wrong for the guard dog to want a bit of praise?

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jerry-hornes-foot · 2 years

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Hi there I have a steve harrington x fem reader idea maybe you wear something sexy for steve and tease him till the point where he fucks your brains out.

Oh. My. God. I hadn't written dom!steve in a while and uhhhh let's just say I had a lot of thoughts built up and this got away from me a little, so thank you for this!

2415 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (reader has vagina)

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; mean!steve; sub!reader; teasing; vibrating underwear; upskirt; cock tease; offensive language; rough sex; penetrative sex; overstimulation; degredation; pussy spanking; name calling; slut shaming (consensual); fingering; finger sucking; mild size kink; cumshot; pet names; whore (reader), baby (reader); sweet thing (reader); very minimal aftercare

Let me know if i forgot anything :)

Robin is halfway out the door, still babbling apologies and thank yous as she struggles to pull her jacket on. Covering her shift was no problem for you, you'd told her that, but she still needs you to understand how grateful she is.

"Robin." You cut her off in the midst of an incoherent rant about how guilty she feels. "Just have fun, okay?"

"And tell me if you get to see her boobies!" Steve chimes in.

Robins face burns a bright crimson colour, a rare silence gripping her for a second before she exclaims,

"Steve! I told you -"

"I know, I know. Don't say boobies." He says laughing and shaking his head. "Just go would you? You're gonna be late."

After a few more hurried thanks she finally bustles out of the door and disappears down the street.

You love Robin, and you'd have taken her shift regardless to give her the chance to go on this date, but you have to admit your plans for this time alone with Steve had made you somewhat biased in your decision. The store falls silent once she leaves. It's a Monday night and, although Family Video doesn't shut for another two hours, you both know it won't be terribly busy. Steve appears next to you as you lift a box of promotional tapes from under the counter to start pricing.

"So uh... any particular reason you wanted to take Robin's shift?"

"Not that I can think of." You say, smiling playfully.

"No?" He says, moving closer and cupping your face with his hand. "Because I'm pretty sure that company policy dictates long pants, and uhh...."

Steve's eyes drop to the hemline of your skirt, which sits neatly about a third of the way down your thighs. You feel his other hand move up and rest on your hip, slight pressure pulling you towards him.

"Just the two of us here all alone, it's a shame we can't do anything."

You can see the intention in his eyes as he speaks, and you take your chance at reveling your ulterior motive.

"Speak for yourself." You announce.

Steve raises an eyebrow at you and you take a step away from him. Reaching into the pocket of the waistcoat he had leant you, you pull out a small, black remote control and hold it up so he can see. You push the little button and groan dramatically as the vibrator, which is concealed in the secret pocket of your underwear, whirs to life beneath you. With another quick press you stop the vibration and slide the remote back into your pocket, flashing a smile at Steve as you do. He stands in front of you in stunned silence.

"That's not fair." He says, a smirk appearing on his lips.

You check your surroundings to ensure there's no one on the street outside, then lean in and give him a short, unsatisfying peck on the lips.

"I know."

Over the next hour you tease Steve relentlessly, taking every opportunity when the store was empty to howl performatively at the sensation of the vibrations between your legs. Each time the little bell above the door rings Steve hurries himself behind the counter, standing awkwardly close to it and leaning over to speak to customers to hide the conspicuous bulge in his tight jeans. In the first little while Steve had followed you about the store, trying to get some fleeting touch between customers, but you quickly made it clear you weren't giving him anything. His attempts to ignore you only spur you on. As he stacks videos on a shelf you walk around to the shelving unit in front of him and bend down to organise the tapes on the bottom shelf, letting the back of your skirt lift up and show the outline of the bullet tucked into the pocket of your underwear, the light pink fabric stained dark by your soaked cunt.

You both have your eyes on the clock intermittently through the shift, Steve much more than you. With only 10 minutes left Steve begins to count the float. You approach the counter, bullet already buzzing. Leaning your forward and putting your weight on the counter, your thighs start to tense as your perfectly calculated plan comes together. Steve's hands shake a little as he tries desperately to keep his attention on the bills in his hands. You push yourself up on your tip toes, mouth falling open letting tight, choked groans burst out as your body tightens. Steve bites his lip, hips shifting uncomfortably in a vain attempt to get some relief from the friction of his jeans. Clicking the vibrator off you let yourself droop forward into the counter as your orgasm subsides. Steve narrows his eyes at you. You'll pay for this.

The second the clock ticks over to 10pm Steve has the door slammed shut and locked.

"Anything else that we need t-"

You're cut off as Steve storms past you, catching your wrist and pulling you with him. He drags you roughly to the store cupboard with out a word and pushes you up against a set of shelves. Before you can make another smug comment Steve's lips are pressed hard against yours, kissing you with enough force to knock the wind out of you. Lifting the front of your skirt Steve's hand pushes down into your underwear, two fingers gliding back and forth between your lips to feel how slick you are, then sliding into you and making you gasp.

"What? Two fingers too much for you now? I'd have thought a little whore like you could have taken a lot more than that."

His fingers pump back and forth inside you.

"Fuck you're wet, I'd be surprised if this little thing even still worked the amount you're gushing."

His other hand slides up your torso and grips your breast firmly, rolling it in his hand and making you moan softly before he reaches his fingers into his top pocket and pulls out the little remote. His fingers slip out of you and you whine as he tugs your underwear back up sharply and switches the vibrator back on. A loud groan is cut short as Steve's fingers push into your mouth, his fingers still dripping with the taste of you. You suck on them desperalty, squeezing your thighs together as the vibrator buzzes against your swollen clit. You hadn't expected him to have this much self restraint, in your head he had you bent over screaming his name by this point, but it was becoming clear he's planning to make you work for it. Every sensation feels heightened at the thought of having to beg him for what you so desperately need.

"Think it's cute to act like a little cock tease?" Steve asks, pulling his fingers from your mouth and clicking the vibrator off for a second.

"I don't know, Steve, you seemed to like it a- mmmmfuck!"

Steve's thumb pushes down on the button again, his hand coming up and grabbing your chin to drag your eyes to meet his.

"Don't make me ask you again." He says, voice so hard and cold it makes your thighs tremble.

You shake your head and Steve smiles.

"Didn't think so. What did you think would happen, then? Thought it'd make me fuck you."

You nod weakly earning a cruel laugh.

"You thought you were worthy of riding my cock?"

"No... no I didn't I just..." You stammer.

"Speak up."

"I just needed to feel you fuck me Steve, I'm sorry, I don't deserve your cock." You whine, body starting to tense again as the tone of Steve's voice starts to push you towards a second high.

"That's right, you don't, but it seems like you still need it."

"I do Steve, I do." You shriek, legs trembling as you try to hold yourself up against the shelves.

"Well if that's what you want." He says, smirking as he watches you cum, slipping his hand back into your underwear and rubbing your clit as the vibrator rumbles relentlessly, making you cum again just as the first orgasm starts to ease off. "I'm going to make you work for it."

Your knuckles are white, fingers curled tightly around the shelves to hold yourself up. Steve has barely even touched you and you're fucked out already, but that just makes you want him even more. Steve roughly tugs at your underwear, pulling them down between your knees. With a kick at your ankle he shifts your legs apart. Bracing himself by lifting one arm up beside your head and gripping the shelves, his bicep tensing beside you, he moves his other arm in a swift underhanded arc and lands a stinging smack directly between your legs, making you howl.

"You like that, baby?" He asks, landing another. "Like it when I punish your cunt?"

You nod weakly, lurching forward as he spanks you again. You can feel your vulva, swollen and still smeared with slick, pulsing between blows. Steve would stop in an instant if you asked him to, hold you in his arms and kiss you better, but you don't want that. The pain feels too good. You're desperate for him to make you cum again, and to keep making you cum until you can't even stand up. You want him to make you cry.

A few more harsh smacks have your head spinning. Steve grabs your hips and flips you around. Pulling your underwear halfway back up your thighs you hear him undoing his belt behind you. Even with your skin stinging you can feel yourself tightening at the thought of him fucking you. Shoving his jeans down around his knees he lines himself up with you, the tip of his cock pushing up into your sensitive folds and teasing the outside of your hole. You can't stand another second without feeling him inside you.

"I need you, Steve." You mumble. "I need you to fuck me now. Please."

"Oh don't worry about that, baby." Steve pushes half way into you, leaning forward and bunching the front of your underwear in his fist so that he can pull it up against you. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't even say my name."

The vibrator is placed tightly between the two of you, the length of it pressed against the underside of Steve's cock and the tip pushing up into your clit. Steve bucks his hips into you and switches it on, groaning in your ear as you shriek at the sensation.

"Fuck that little thing feels good. I can see why you like it so much."

"It hurts, Steve." You whine.

You feel his hand slide over yours, the pace of his hips slowing a little in case you signal to him to stop.

"You like it?" He whispers.

"I love it, Steve!" You scream, body tensing as his hips kick up again, pounding into you.

"Thought you would." He sneers. "Surprised how tight you feel considering how much you liked to get fucked like this. You know why that is, don't you?"

You groan and nod, burning pain and pleasure blending into each other and producing and overwhelming sensation that makes your whole body weak. Steve grips at your hair and tugs your head back, still jackhammering into you relentlessly,

"I didn't hear you."

"You-you're so big, Steve." You manage to choke out between rough groans.

Steve's hand tightens in your hair.

"What was that?"

"You're huge, Steve!" Tears prick at your eyes as Steve's hips hammer into yours. "You're so big, I can barely take it."

"That's right, baby, and you love it anyway."

"Fuck me harder please, Steve. I want you to ruin me!" Tears spill over onto your cheeks as an orgasm rips your body.

Steve's hands on your hips are all that's keeping you upright anymore. Your brain starts to cloud, euphoria burning through your body and making you squeal. The only thing keeping your pleasure addled brain from fogging over entirely is the still tantalising though of Steve's cum filling you up and spilling out of you. As if on cue Steve's body starts to tense against you, cock swelling and hot cum sprays into you. Your body collapses against his and you feel two large arms wrap around your ribcage and lower your to the ground.

Steve switches the vibrator off and carefully pulls your underwear off, slipping them into his pocket. Scrabbling through a shelf of cleaning products Steve finds some clean clothes and helps shift you to sit on them, moving your skirt so you don't get it stained.

"Don't worry, sweet thing." He whispers, stroking your face. "We'll get you all cleaned up, just catch your breath first, alright."

You look up at him with a weak smile, head still spinning. He moves beside you and sits down, pulling you in close to him and stroking your hair. You melt into his arms, lying limply against him as they tighten around you.

"I hope that was alright." He says, stammering a little. "I mean... I just hope it wasn't too much."

There was something so endearing about how bashful Steve always got after being dominant. The way his cheeks always flushed pink, and his words got tangled as he tried to make sure you had everything you needed. How quickly his harsh demeanor vanishes that soft, sweet boy reappears just in time to gd you tight, makes you feel so incredibly safe.

"It was perfect, Steve." You murmer breathlessly, before looking down and letting out a weak laugh, "I've got no underwear."

Steve laughs too, before lifting you carefully to your feet and leading you to the employee bathroom. He cleans you up, each movement so careful as to not overstimulate you any further. When he's done he steps out of his jeans and pulls his boxers off, letting you lean on his shoulder so that you can step into them, then pulling them up for you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Won't you be uncomfortable?" You ask as he slips back into his jeans.

Steve smiles and cups your face in his hands.

"After everything you did in there I think it's the least I can do."

You smile, blushing a little as you stare into those deep brown eyes.

"Besides," he says playfully, "I'm sure I'll get them off you again when we get home."

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Worth The Risk: Chapter 4

"What do you want?"

Sakura squeezed her eyes closed. Her voice hadn't wavered, and for that, she was grateful. For the past three days, she slept on the floor at Ino and Karin's dorm. A call from the terrifying man seemed inevitable, but it hadn't come until now, her first night back at her own place. Upon arriving home, she realized someone had been inside because the deadbolt was no longer locked.

'I have a strong inkling who it was, too.' Obviously, it was Sasuke. It'd be too big of a coincidence if not.

The line remained silent, which threw the woman off because she expected Sasuke to immediately start yelling at her like he had in the alleyway on Sunday.

"Are you there? I'm going to hang up."

"Don't," his voice finally came, sounding just as irritated as it had last she heard it.

Trying to come off as brave, Sakura said, "Did you break into my apartment? I should call the police."

Sasuke scoffed, making her irritation flare, "Yeah, good luck with that. Listen," he paused for so long that she had to look at the screen to ensure the call hadn't dropped, "I…have a question."

Sakura was confused, for sure, because the man on the other side of the line wasn't anything like she'd experienced thus far. He almost seemed nervous or uncomfortable, but that couldn't be true. "Y-You can ask it, but I won't promise to answer it," she cringed when her attempt at masking fear came off as argumentative.

He bit, sounding more like himself, "Where do you get the audacity to talk to me like that? Keep pissing me off and see what happens."

'Damn it, Sakura! Stop digging the hole deeper!'

The man continued when she couldn't figure out how to respond, "Did you know it was me Saturday night?"

To say Sakura was bewildered would put it lightly, 'He all but threatened to kill me, and he's worried about whether or not I recognized him at the club? Is he insane?'

"Uh, no. No, I didn't, or I wouldn't have…."

"Are you telling the truth? If you're lying, I'll find you no matter where you run."

"Do you really have to threaten me every five minutes?" She bit her tongue at the end of her outburst, cursing inwardly because she'd, once again, lost her temper on the irritatingly gorgeous man.

"Are you at home right now?"

Sakura immediately panicked because she was sitting on her bed with a pillow on her lap, "J-Just tell me why you wanted to know. What does it matter if I recognized you or not?"

A long silence followed her question before Sasuke finally responded, voice severe and odd like when she first answered the phone, "The reason I acted the way I did was because I thought you did it on purpose."

Sakura gasped, "Of course not! Are you kidding?"

"Well, what the fuck do you expect me to think? You dumped wine all over me and then gave me blue balls a few days later. I thought you were trying to get back at me."

"I already told you I didn't mean to pass out! I get really sleepy when I drink a lot!"

Sasuke paused before calming down again, if only slightly, "So, if you hadn't fallen asleep, would you have gone through with it?"

The woman felt uncomfortable but reluctantly responded, "I don't even remember leaving the club with you, Sasuke, so I don't know. If I willingly let you in my apartment like you insinuate I did, then I guess I probably wouldn't have fought it."

"Why do you have to say it like that? It's not like I forced myself on you."

"That's not what I'm saying. Can you stop trying to argue every time I answer a question?"

Sasuke sighed, sounding irritated again, but a hint of something else coated his words, "Alright, look. I haven't met a woman that pisses me off as much as you, but I admit that I might've deserved to have wine dumped on me. I also jumped to conclusions the other day, so I'm fucking sorry, okay?"

Sakura's mouth fell open, 'Did he just apologize? What the hell! I thought he was calling to-' "So, do you forgive me or what?"

She wasn't overly familiar with the man's mannerisms, having spent a very short time in his presence, but it wasn't hard to picture the angry and embarrassed expression he must've been making. The last thing she expected him to do was swallow his pride and take responsibility for his actions.

"I-I, um, okay. Yes, I forgive you. Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me."

Sasuke's character switched instantly, "So we're good then?" "...yes?" "Cool."

There was a long, awkward silence before Sakura swallowed nervously, "Well, I guess I'll get off of here then. Good night, Sasuke."

He seemed confused but didn't argue, "Right. Talk to you later."

Once the call ended, she stared at the screen in utter disbelief, talking aloud to herself, "What in the world just happened?" Shaking off her unease, Sakura sat her phone back on the nightstand and snuggled under the covers to attempt to go back to sleep.

The next day, during her first class of the day, the woman's phone vibrated with a text message. Clicking it open while half paying attention to the professor, Sakura did a double take when it was from Sasuke's unsaved number, 'You're in college, right?'

A little unsure, she responded, 'Yes. Why?'

A couple of minutes later, he responded, 'Which one?'

Negative, fearful emotions swept over her, 'I thought we wouldn't speak again after last night. Why does he want to know? He's not going to show up, is he?' Too uncomfortable to respond, Sakura simply left him on read. 'I'm leaving on Monday. I just have to avoid him for two more days.'

So, she ignored the second text message mid-day that consisted only of a question mark and didn't answer his call that night, either. The poor woman was so scared he'd show up at her apartment that she wedged a chair under the doorknob so it wouldn't open even if the locks were picked.

After their conversation Thursday night, she didn't feel he'd stalk or hurt her anymore, but she also didn't know him well enough to be entirely certain.

On Saturday, she was texted only once. It said, 'You're so annoying.'

Sakura scoffed, irritated as she walked home from her afternoon class and imagined what she'd say to Sasuke if he was in front of her, 'Yeah, so are you, Asshole. For some reason, I lose my temper whenever you open your mouth.'

Sunday, there were no calls or texts, to her relief.

Then, the day of Sakura's departure arrived. After visiting with Ino and Karin to say one last goodbye, she grabbed her backpack and duffle bag. The cab she took could only get within two blocks of the crowded bus station, so the woman walked sadly down the sidewalk, doing her best not to cry.

'What will he do to me when I get back to town? I know he's pissed, but how far will he take it?'

"Look who it is."

The woman jumped in fear, only to look over and see Sasuke walking by her side with his hands in his pockets. Frowning, she attempted to mask her mild fear and discomfort, "Hey."

"Aren't you a ray of fuckin' sunshine? What's with the bags?"

Sakura kept her eyes downward, picking up the pace of her steps so they'd get near other people sooner and wouldn't be alone together. "That's none of your business."

The man grabbed her arm, making her face him with wide, green eyes. He glared, "What's your problem this time? You said we were good, but you're still like this."

Brow furrowing, she tugged her arm from his grasp, and luckily, he allowed it, "Listen, Sasuke. I did forgive you, but with all due respect, that doesn't mean I want anything to do with you. Please leave me alone."

Dark, angry eyes burnt into hers for a silent moment, the man obviously not having expected to be turned down so bluntly. When he said nothing, she began walking again, "I'm going to be late. Bye."

'Don't look back. He's a walking red flag. Who cares if I hurt his pride just now?'

Sakura thought he'd finally given up but sighed when he jogged to match her step, "Are you serious? Do you know how many people would kill to be in your place right now?"

"Well, they can have it, then. I don't want it."

"Are you going to the station? If you give me a kiss, I'll drive you so you don't have to use the bus."

"Go away."

"It can even be on the cheek."

Having reached her limit since she was already an emotional wreck before his arrival, the woman stopped, clenched her fists, and turned to face the tall man, "You want to know where I'm going? Fine. I have to move back home because I can't afford to stay here anymore."

Sasuke's eyes widened, "What?"

With a lump in her throat, Sakura glared firmly, "If that's all you need to know, then excuse me, but I'll miss my bus if I waste any more time."

This time, she reached the corner of the station's block. Dozens of people were passing by on the wide sidewalk, both to and fro, before he snatched her duffle bag from her shoulder, "It's because I got you fired, right?"

Sakura made a grab for the bag, but he held it out of reach with an attractive frown on his lips, "I don't have time to point fingers and argue right now, Sasuke! Give it back!"

She jumped with an outreached arm, but he held her back with a hand on her shoulder, "Shut the hell up for a second! I'm trying to help."

'Last call for bus K-ONE!' The intercom announced, making Sakura look toward the station.

'I have to go now, or I'll miss it!' With no choice, she turned and sprinted into the station, leaving her bag with Sasuke while dodging and bumping into other people.

"Sakura, wait!"

The woman looked over her shoulder to see him trying to catch up in the thick crowd. Something hard smacked into her front, and she toppled onto her bottom. When she looked up, a massive redheaded man glared down at her.

Gasping, she scrambled to her feet, "I am so sor- "Watch where you're going, Bitch."

Mouth clamping shut, the woman stepped back, only for his dark eyes to lift above her head and widen.

"Who the fuck do you think you're calling a bitch? Apologize."

"She ran into me!"

Sasuke stepped around her, grabbing the front of the stranger's shirt and hissing with a terrifying look, "Apologize, or I'll cut out your tongue." He dropped Sakura's bag and reached into his pocket to pull out a pocketknife, flipping it open.

"S-Sasuke, what the hell? Put that away before you get arrested!"

"Sorry, Ma'am." Her green eyes turned, disbelieving, onto the now visibly frightened man. The black-haired man at her side put the knife away and released his shirt but followed him with a dangerous glare.

Snapping out of her stupor, Sakura grabbed her forgotten bag and gave her rescuer an apologetic look while glancing at the terminal she was supposed to use, "Thank you for that! I'm sorry, but I really have to go." Then she ran again, more careful not to run into anyone this time.

By the time she reached her destination, she was panting for breath. Strands of long pink hair fell from her loose ponytail around her shoulders and face. Just as she made it to the ticket booth and handed over her ticket to be processed, the doors shut, and the bus left the station. Tears in her eyes, her blood ran cold, and she whispered to herself, "...no…."

Trembling with panic, Sakura breathlessly asked the employee at the stand, "Can I exchange my ticket for the next available bus to Konoha?"

The young man shook his head, handing the item back to her, "Unfortunately, we have a no refund/no exchange policy. I apologize for the inconvenience. Would you like to purchase a new ticket instead? The next bus is at eight p.m."

Pale and entirely at a loss of what she should do, she shook her head and accepted the useless piece of paper, "A-Ah, no. Please excuse me."

'I'm stuck here. I have no money, no job, and nowhere to sleep. What the hell am I supposed to do now?'

Sakura numbly left the line so she wouldn't hold it up and walked until she reached outside the station, where she finally lost her composure. Covering her mouth with one hand, the poor girl burst into tears but tried to keep silent to not draw attention to herself.

Everything she'd done from the moment she ran away from home had been a complete and utter failure. No matter how hard she tried or how much she endured in an attempt to secure her own safety, it was all for nothing. Now, she couldn't even return to her awful past life, either.

'Why does this keep happening to me? Was I a criminal in my past life?'

"Sakura, wait!"

The woman's sniffles became sobs as Sasuke's voice met her ears.

'And now there's this dangerous guy following me around, too! Should I just off myself so I don't have to suffer like this anymore?'

As she heard him approach, she lifted her hand from her mouth to her eyes, turning her head away so he wouldn't see how awful she looked. His voice was unrecognizably soft, and he stepped in front of her with a hand on either of her shoulders so she'd stop walking, "Hey, what's wrong? Did you run into that asshole again?"

Sakura shook her head and tried to walk around him, but he held her still, "You're not going anywhere until you tell me what's up."

Though the woman was heartbroken and mentally fried, she was still completely stunned when long fingers gently pulled her hand away from her face. Sasuke guided her jaw so she'd be forced to meet his eye.

'This is pathetic. I want to die under a rock right now.' That's what she thought, but her breath was taken away when she focused on his face.

An unexpected expression of concern looked otherworldly on his flawless features, "I have no damn clue what to do right now. Usually, I make women cry, so I've never tried cheering one up."

For some reason, the uncharacteristically honest statement made her laugh, and her fingers curled around Sasuke's hand as he still held it.

His smirk returned, though not as cocky as the usual one. He opened his mouth to say something, only for Sakura's stomach to growl loudly. She looked away, face burning hot with humiliation.

He snickered, "C'mon. I'll feed you."

That's how she ended up sitting across from him in a little, hole-in-the-wall diner. "What sounds good?" Sasuke desperately tried to keep the mood casual and unserious, filling the silence so things wouldn't get awkward while they looked at menus.

Sakura frowned down at the laminated paper, not really seeing it. The waterworks had stopped, but that didn't mean everything was alright now. Now, she just felt numb. Though she was so hungry that her stomach hurt, she was too panicked to think about eating.

'I don't know why I let him bring me here.'

"Sakura."

The woman blinked, looking up to see a waitress awaiting her order.

Glancing between the employee and Sasuke, Sakura felt overwhelmed all over again. She didn't want to tell him she couldn't afford to pay him back in front of the middle-aged woman, but she also couldn't just order something and then do it because she'd feel awful for the wasted food they'd prepare. Tears brimmed in her eyes again, and she looked down at her lap.

"She'll have the same as me." Thankfully, the employee didn't make any comments and left.

Sakura felt Sasuke's gaze again and clenched her fingers into fists on her lap while refusing to acknowledge it.

"Are you going to talk, or do I have to force it out of you?" When she couldn't bring herself to respond, he sighed, leaning forward to rest his chin on his palm, elbow on the table, "At least your crying face isn't ugly, I guess."

After the food arrived, Sakura hesitated to eat, averting her gaze out the window they were sat beside with gritted teeth. Her brow furrowed, 'It's snowing.'

"Listen, I'm trying to be fucking nice to you, but this is getting ridiculous. Just eat already."

Green eyes darted ahead to meet black ones, widening upon realizing Sasuke was glaring relentlessly. The irritation that he was, once again, bossing her around and cursing, Sakura grabbed a fork and absently poked at the eggs on her plate, blushing when she finally took a bite and looking away.

'He gets on my last damn nerve.'

It was a little refreshing, honestly. Since she began dating her ex-boyfriend, Sakura could barely converse with men without getting scared. Sure, Sasuke terrified her, but he also brought out her old, feistier personality. It was odd, and she didn't understand why it kept happening.

If it was anyone but Sasuke sitting there, she'd never mouth off or talk back.

"I think I can solve your problem if you'll hear me out." She met his eye again, nodding subtly. Sasuke searched her appearance over the coffee mug at his lips, speaking casually, "You need money and a place to live, right? My roommates and I just so happen to be looking for a housekeeper. What do you think?"

That snapped Sakura right out of her silent mood. She coughed, almost choking on her food. After taking a sip of water, she gave the gorgeous man an incredulous look, "By roommates, do you mean those jerks you were with at the bar? No thanks. I'd be safer sleeping on the streets."

"If you don't accept, that's where you'll be, right? Suit yourself." Sasuke's firm stare told the woman he wouldn't let her be stubborn.

Swallowing her pride, Sakura frowned, glaring with a blush, "...How much is the pay?"

He smirked triumphantly, "Let's see. After room and board," he paused, looking up as though doing equations before meeting her eye again, "How about a thousand a week? That's what most normal jobs pay, right?"

The table became silent.

'He's joking, right? Most jobs I'd be lucky enough to land would barely pay more than that in a month!' She took another sip of her water and studied Sasuke carefully, trying to figure out if he was testing her, 'Do I tell him? What if I do, and he lowers the number? I don't want that. …But what if I don't tell him and he finds out. He'll be pissed! What would he do to me, then?'

Eventually, she shook her head, deciding to play things smart, "Um, that's a lot of money, Sasuke, especially if I'm going to live there, too. It doesn't seem fair."

That smirk turned into a full-fledged grin, and he teased, "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to see your reaction." He offered a hand across the table, "Do we have a deal?"

Sakura eyed it, hesitating, "Hold on. First, I want you to agree to some things."

The man rolled his eyes, sitting back in the booth with an impatient scowl, "You're the one receiving help, and you have demands? That's fucking brave."

"I want you to promise not to mess with me like you did at Oasis," she ignored his childish attitude.

He nodded, "Cut back on the flirting. Got it. Anything else?"

Sakura hesitated, unsure how to word things, but eventually said, "And if any of your roommates try anything, you have to deal with them."

'I think that was okay. He probably won't make any assumptions.'

Sasuke nodded, waving a hand, "Yeah, yeah. Okay." He waited for her to continue.

Feeling better since he agreed to protect her from the other guys, Sakura reached across the table and offered her hand, "Then, I guess we're good, then."

He shook it firmly. When he released it, he tilted his head and spoke around the food in his mouth, a hand covering it so as not to be too rude, "Since I'm paying so much, do you think I can convince you to wear a maid costume?"

"I am so going to regret this," she sighed, shaking her head.

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#28: Disturbance

Prompt: Blunt

Characters: Kuni

Content Warnings: Violence, mentions of sexual assault

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Red eyes watched from between paper-barked trees crowned to bursting with yellow leaves. Hands braced on moss-flocked stones, ears perked for any sound she might be able to pick up from the Wood Wailer standing next to the path just a few fulms away. Impatience curled clawed fingers against the stone, and it was only their soft, velvety surface which kept the ensuing loud scrape at bay. She'd been here for three hours already, crouched uncomfortably in the dirt. Just in case of any early shift in the guard. But such a thing never came, and she found herself grateful that the man's drowsiness kept him from taking notice.

The man yawned for what had to be the third time in ten minutes, swayed a little on his feet and leaned upon his lance to keep himself from toppling over. Just a little longer. Before long he'd move away from the path to relieve himself. That would be the time for her to move too. But until that perfect moment came, she must not move, must not allow her tail to swish in agitation lest she brush it through a patch of crisp fallen leaves and make a noise. Even were this not something akin to a hunt, she needed to hone her patience.

Though it pained her to admit it, she could not in fact follow her urge to simply spring from hiding and bury a dagger in the Wailer's throat. Though she'd met them, she herself was no Erinyes. Nor was she of the Elementals, an entity crafted solely, it seemed, to spin their whims for man. And what whims they were. This man walked free and unseen while outsiders lay dying and denied healing.

No. Not unseen. She saw him. She'd been tailing him off and on for three days now. Even if the Elementals could not see his sin all because of some arbitrary rules and a hunk of wood over his face, she did. And what she witnessed, there where shade was, made her very teeth itch.

At last, the man moved off the path. On silent steps, she followed. She saw the moment he leaned his spear against a tree to fiddle with his belt. A leg kicked forward to strike him in the back of the knee. The Wailer buckled and stumbled forward, face scraping bark on his way down. Supple vines pushed through the dirt to bind him in place face down. She watched him flail and struggle a while before clearing her throat.

"Well, well. Bet you didn't think you'd be caught with your pants down, huh?"

She didn't bother turning him over. Let him struggle like a fly in a web, she thought. She did reach down to pull off his mask though. Now there was no hiding. Not his face, not his crimes.

"L-let me g–"

"No."

A mask of her own covered her cold expression, the judgment in her eyes. The irony of hidiing her face to hide from greenwrath wasn't lost on her. She cut off his protests before he could even make them, vines growing up over his mouth.

"I know what you did. I know you grabbed her. The pretty young…what was it you called her? Ah yes. The 'shade wench.' She came out this way to gather wild honey and you cornered her. Put your hands up her skirt."

The man wouldn't manage to break free. But he did manage to twist, just enough to try to see her, and enough for her to read the expression on his face.

"You let her go. But only after she smashed a rock into your face. It was your first time doing that sort of thing, wasn't it?'

She'd been too far away to help. Walking another path through the woods to go home. But she'd heard the scream and gone running. By the time she got there she'd had to get the details from a very shaken young Duskwight woman, and she'd promised she'd see to it that such crimes wouldn't go unpunished.

The Hyur gave some muffled response and Kuni tsked. She reached down and patted the side of his face, fingers stiff like they wanted to wrap around his neck instead.

"You won't get the chance to perfect your method. Ah, and before you ask me. No, I'm not going to kill you."

But the vines wrapped themselves tighter, pinned his limbs to the earth. A lie. But not a lie. She wondered if the magic in the vines would give out before he did. What would get to him first? Sun? Dehydration? Predatory beasts? The guard rotation would probably look for him. But by that time he'd be practically buried in green, smothered to death if nothing managed to get to him first.

"But you're going to have plenty of time to reflect on what you've done."

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #ritz writes #i hated the other thing i wrote though to write an entirely new thing #no editing we post like men

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lucianissocool · 10 months

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The Good Ending

A small one shot abt Chairman Rose and Bede Reuiniting once Rose is released from prison. Fluff, a bit of angst, mostly found-family.

"Bede, dear… he's here now. "

The door cracked open and a soothing voice broke the silence of the pastel pink bedroom. Bede looked up from his book and glanced towards the doorway to see Opal standing there, her expression softer and less playful than it usually was. Her eyes were full of nothing but sympathy and support for the young boy, the young boy who had fallen into her care once he was betrayed by his caregivers for the second time. One of which was standing in her kitchen right this moment.

"Are you sure you still want to go through with this? By all means… you just give me the word and I'll chase his right out of here-"

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you, but I'm sure. " Bede closed his book and set it down on the bed, standing up and approaching the doorway where she stood. She stepped out of the way for him, an uneasy feeling in her gut. This was all so strange to her.

Chairman Rose, the man who had nearly destroyed Galar due to his selfishness and had carelessly tossed Bede to the wolves, had contacted her to get back in contact with Bede. It had been about a year now, and she had to admit that the Chairman had changed. His way of speaking was different, he was surprisingly more well groomed and appeared to be taking better care of himself. He looked thinner in his arms and legs, as well as his face, but he still had a bit of his signature belly. Opal couldn't really accept it though. That man could cure cancer and she probably still wouldn't forgive him. Bede, however…

The old woman followed behind the boy, watching as he cautiously approached Rose. Bede stopped in front of him, and there was a moment of awkward silence, before the chairman spoke.

"You've… grown. "

Bede was silent for another short moment, looking away from the chairman. "Yeah… that's what happens to kids in a year. They grow. "

The chairman swallowed harshly, and ran a hand through his hair. "Bede, I'm just. I'm sorry. " The chairman looked up at him, and he remained silent. "You probably won't forgive me, but I wish to apologize anyway. Dropping you like I did was the worst decision of my life. " the older man's voice was cracking. Previously, the chairman was known for being rather cold and unfeeling. The sudden emotion in his voice visibly startled the 16 year old.

"Only after I had kicked you from the program I realized that I cared for you as if you were my own son. I realized too late that you were just a boy, and you meant no harm." He took a shaky breath. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry, and I'm proud of you. I'm proud of you for coming this far, becoming a gym leader, and I'm sorry I let you down." He looked away, guilt shining in his pale green eyes. The chairman moved, placing his hand in his pocket. Opal tensed up, but relaxed as she saw him pull out a poke ball.

"I wanted to give you this. It's a Clefairy. Caught straight from Mount Moon. " Bede's eyes widened as he took the Pokeball.

"A Clefairy? From Mount Moon? All the way in the Kanto Region?? " he stared at the ball in his hands, his eyes wide. "How did you get this? Kanto is so far away-"

"I traded for it. It took me quite a lot of work- train it well," the Chairman spoke, his eyes and voice soft. There was another quiet moment between the boy and the chairman, before Bede spoke.

"I forgive you. "

The chairman really wasn't expecting that from Bede at all. He had hardly expected him to allow him to come. The older man's brow furrowed, and he inhaled sharply as he was embraced by the teenager. He felt tears pool up in his eyes as he carefully returned the hug. He felt as though it wasn't deserved… but he was grateful to have contact with the child he saw as his son again.

"I also came… " the chairman spoke softly once more. "If you're interested… to possibly speak to Ms.Opal about visitation? " he said. To his surprise, the 16 year old laughed.

"I wouldn't mind talking to her about shared custody, " Bede pulled away and grinned. "I'm just glad you're better now. I trust you to not do anything crazy again. "

Opal smiled at the two as they reunited. It was unexpected, even to her… but it was a good outcome, even the best one, perhaps.

"Now, Mr. Rose, " she spoke, placing both of her hands on her cane. "I do believe the both of us have some paperwork to attend to, hmm? "

The chairman wiped his eyes and nodded. "Yes ma'am. "

#fanfiction #found family #chairman rose #bede pokemon #pokemon #sword and shield #fluff #wholesome content

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godsfavdarling · 3 months

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chapter 33

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Molly and Spencer are having a fight?

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: a bit of angst

words: 1,5k

One evening, the soft glow of lamplight cast a warm ambiance over Spencer and Molly's dining room as they sat down for dinner. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the weight of recent events hanging heavily between them like a dense fog.

Spencer had recently started therapy, a mandatory requirement for his return to the FBI. He genuinely sought a way to cope with the trauma and pain he had endured during his time in prison.

However, he had also silently vowed to spare Molly from the worst of his emotions and struggles. He didn't want to burden her with his pain or cause her any more worry than she already had. He figured he could deal with his issues in therapy.

He was aware that Molly was struggling too, her own worries and fears weighing heavily on her heart. He knew she was keeping something from him, something she believed would only add to his troubles.

Yet, he couldn't bear to see her suffer in silence, watching her carry the weight of her worries alone. Still, he gave her space and time, hoping she would eventually open up. But she remained closed off.

So, he silently promised himself to show Molly that he was okay, that he could handle whatever she needed to tell him. He vowed to be her rock, her safe haven in the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm them both.

Spencer cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on the tablecloth as he carefully measured his words. "Molly," he began, his voice hesitant, "there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about."

Molly looked up from her plate, her brow furrowing in concern as she noticed the apprehension in Spencer's demeanor.

"What is it?" she asked softly, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

Spencer hesitated for a moment before plunging ahead.

"It's about... my time in prison," he admitted, his tone somber. "I know I haven't really talked about it much, and I've been trying to downplay everything, but..."

Molly's heart clenched at the mention of Spencer's incarceration, her mind flooded with images of him trapped behind bars, isolated and vulnerable. She reached out and gently placed her hand over his, offering a silent gesture of support.

Spencer offered her a weak smile, grateful for her understanding. "I just... I want you to know that I'm okay. Therapy helps and…" he insisted, his voice tinged with forced confidence. "I've been through worse, and I've come out the other side."

Molly's patience wore thin as she listened to Spencer's assurances, her own anxieties bubbling to the surface. "But have you, Spencer?" she retorted, her tone laced with bitterness. "Because from where I'm sitting, it doesn't look like you're okay at all."

Spencer's jaw tightened, his frustration mounting as he struggled to contain his emotions.

"And what about you, Molly?" he shot back, his voice tinged with accusation. "You act like everything's fine, but I know something's wrong. You won't even talk to me about it."

Molly recoiled as if struck, her defenses rising in response to Spencer's pointed words.

"Nothing’s wrong." she snapped, her voice sharp with indignation. "I know you are pretending everything's okay when it's clearly not."

Spencer's temper flared, his frustration boiling over into anger. "I’m pretending?" he demanded, his voice rising with each word. "You won't talk to me either! You won't let me in!"

Molly's eyes blazed with intensity as she met Spencer's gaze head-on, her own anger matching his.

"Maybe I don't want to talk to you!" she shot back, her voice trembling with emotion. "Maybe I just don’t want to!"

Silence descended upon the room, thick and suffocating, as the weight of their unspoken words hung heavy between them. Each breath was a struggle, each heartbeat a battle cry in the war of wills that raged within their hearts.

"I thought… I should give you some space and you’ll eventually talk to me" Spencer whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "I can't keep watching you putting on a smile pretending like everything's okay when it's not."

Molly's resolve wavered, her anger giving way to a surge of sorrow. "Well you do the same thing" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Molly stormed off to the bedroom, her steps heavy with frustration, and slammed the door shut behind her.

Spencer listened in silence, the sound of her anger reverberating through the quiet apartment.

After a while, he could hear her soft sobs from behind the closed door, and a pang of guilt tugged at his heart.

As he paced the dimly lit living room, his thoughts raced in circles. He had always believed in protecting Molly from the darkest corners of his mind, shielding her from the trauma and pain he had endured.

But as he listened to her quiet sobs echoing from the bedroom, he realized that his silence was only driving them further apart.

With a heavy sigh, Spencer sank onto the couch, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. He couldn't continue to expect Molly to open up to him if he wasn't willing to do the same. Perhaps it was time to change his approach, to let down the walls he had built around his own struggles.

He knew that sharing the details of his time in prison, including the harrowing encounter with Cat Adams and the depth of his fears and doubts, would be a daunting task.

But he also understood that it might be the key to breaking down the barriers between him and Molly.

As he pondered his next move, Spencer felt a sense of determination wash over him. He couldn't continue to hide behind a facade of strength and stoicism, not when it was driving a wedge between him and the woman he loved.

It was time to take a leap of faith, to trust that Molly would be there for him as he had always been there for her.

With a newfound resolve, Spencer rose from the couch and made his way to the bedroom door. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the handle, before finally pushing it open.

As he stepped into the room, he found Molly sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes red-rimmed from tears.

"Molly," he began softly, his voice filled with sincerity, "there's something I need to tell you."

As Molly looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and apprehension, Spencer took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal.

"I wanna tell you everything," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside him. "I haven't been completely honest with you about the extent of it all, and I realize now that keeping it to myself hasn't been fair to either of us."

Molly's expression softened, a glimmer of understanding flickering in her eyes. She reached out a hand, silently urging Spencer to continue.

Taking a seat beside her on the bed, Spencer began to recount the events of his time behind bars and the relentless psychological torment inflicted by Cat Adams.

As he spoke, he watched Molly closely, gauging her reactions with each revelation. He saw the sympathy in her eyes, the flicker of anger at the injustice he had endured, and the profound sadness at the thought of him suffering alone.

When he finally reached the part about Cat's twisted game and their tense confrontation, Spencer hesitated, his throat tightening with emotion.

But Molly's gentle touch on his arm gave him the strength to push through, to lay bare the depth of his vulnerability and fear.

As he finished recounting the last harrowing moments before his release, Spencer fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. He braced himself for Molly's response, unsure of how she would react to the truth he had finally shared.

But as he looked into her eyes, he saw nothing but compassion and understanding shining back at him.

Without a word, she reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close as he finally allowed himself to let go of the burden he had been carrying for so long.

In that moment, as they held each other, Spencer knew that he had made the right choice.

Opening up to Molly had been terrifying, but it had also been liberating, a crucial step towards healing the wounds that had threatened to tear them apart.

And as they clung to each other, Spencer felt a glimmer of hope blossoming in his heart—a hope for a future where they could face whatever challenges lay ahead together, as partners in both joy and sorrow.

"Molly…" he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "I know things haven't been easy for either of us lately. But I want you to know that you don't have to carry this burden alone. Whatever it is that's been weighing on you, I'm here for you. Always."

Molly's breath caught in her throat as she met Spencer's gaze, the raw vulnerability in his eyes taking her by surprise.

For a moment, she felt as though the walls she had built around her heart were crumbling, the barriers between them melting away in the face of Spencer's firm support.

"I..." she faltered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know where to start."

Spencer reached out and took her hand in his, his touch grounding her in the present moment.

"You don't have to have all the answers right now," he reassured her, his voice gentle yet firm. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

#keep holding on #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid comfort #spencer reid angst

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enthblaze · 1 year

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hey, heyheyhey, person who sent like the 20 renaissance artist names here. remember season 2’s ending? yeah. how would Giovanni react to that?

ohhh this gonna hurt to write

he flies immediately into medic mode. he locks away his emotions the moment Leo lands on April's floor. there was a fleeting moment when all that he felt was searing cold fear, but when he saw Leo's bloodied body, he decided now was not the time.

(no one talks about how he's muttered "no, no, no, no, no, no-" under his breath as he took three stumbling steps towards Leo. he doesn't remember doing that. he didn't even realise he'd been speaking. he fell to his knees and cradled Leo like he was as fragile as the glass digging into his knee pads. he rocked him back and forth and caressed his head and continued to mutter "no" like it would wish away all that's happened.)

he tends to Leo's wounds and is the one to stay in the van with Casey whilst the others go find Splinter. Casey tries to calm him, snap him back to reality, but Van ignores him and continues to treat Leo's wounds.

after the others come back telling him Splinter was killed (or they think he had been, they're not sure), Van stays silent. but that's not to say the others don't notice the way he's shaking in the way he's hunched over Leo, clasping his twin's hand tightly and fruitlessly wiping away tears he's trying desperately to hide.

he's the one who resets Leo's leg and guides him to recovery. he watches Leo as often as Raph, even though he just wants to lock himself away forever. he needs to make sure Leo doesn't have any complications, after all. that, and his family needs him.

Van tells Leo a lot of things when they're alone in the bathroom.

he tells him the problem he has with Karai, how he wishes she never came into their lives - he admits that he hates how he's worried about her and hopes that she's okay.

he tells him he doesn't believe Splinter's gone.

he tells him about wanting to never go back, how they should leave New York to the Kraang and instead find someplace else to stay. he's tired of fighting. he's tired of always having something to lose. he had too much to risk - Leo lies in the tub as proof.

and sometimes he cries. he begs. he prays. he wishes he had gone with Leo that day.

he'd been patrolling for Karai with Raph and Casey. if he'd been home when the invasion happened, he would've been able to go with Leo, and maybe he wouldn't be unresponsive and on the brink of death.

he keeps those moments for himself. and when Leo wakes, he tells Van he heard nothing in his coma.

Van isn't sure if he should be grateful for that.

he spilled his heart out countless times - something that he already finds hard to do. will he have to do it all again?

"i nearly lost you, you know?"

"i'm sorry."

"if only i'd been there-"

"you didn't know."

"...Leo, i was scared. i was so scared- i didn't get want you to die- i couldn't let you- i did my best to fix you a-and you're still broken-"

"shhh, Vanni. i'm here, aren't i?"

"i can't lose you- i can't."

"you won't."

"don't go. please...please don't go."

Van isn't an emotional person. to say Leo's shocked for his twin to spill out all of this in with shaky hands and trembling lips is an understatement.

Van wasnt just scared.

he was damn terrified.

#tmnt au #tmnt twins au #tmnt giovanni 2012 #tmnt giovanni #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo 2012

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ofwishfulthinking · 1 year

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Task #1: Future goals

Diego:

Resolve marital conflict: Diego's business decisions have led to conflict in his relationship as he is clearly keeping secrets. His top priority is to resolve these conflicts by coming clean with Kai. Whether that occurs before or after he's resolved his business conflicts resolves to be seen. I do, though, imagine that this won't be easy for him to do as it requires that he was foolhardy and allowed himself to be conned. I also imagine that the fact that he decided to keep this information to himself will come with conflict of its own.

Rectify business mistakes: The most immediate goal, perhaps. Find a way to regain the investments he's lost and go ahead with the plans to open a second location. He hasn't quite figured out a way to claw himself out of the financial hole he's fallen into, though.

Become a grandfather: A personal goal and perhaps the only one out of his control, but Diego would one day love to be a grandfather. He loves his children and enjoyed watching them grow up, but will admit that there's a part of him that's sad about missing out on the baby stage. He figures that he and Kai are both too old to start over with a baby of their own, so grandchildren it is. There's a part of him that melts at the thought of watching Kai as a grandpa.

Edgar:

Establish a better work/life balance: A goal that's in progress. Edgar's grateful for Griffin as he's allowed him to pull back from the business. Maybe one day in the near future he'll end up pulling out of the business completely and either selling his half or move into being just a silent partner. He's not quite ready for that as yet, as he's not sure what he'd do if he were to "retire." He worries that the workaholic in him would simply take up another project.

Resolve marital conflict: Edgar's committed to his marriage. Even though they're currently separated, he still thinks of he and Marco as a unit. There's no world for him in which they're not together. So while he knows that Marco needs his time and space, Edgar's determined to make sure that his husband comes back home.

Come to terms with personal history: Edgar's childhood was not a happy one. To date, he doesn't have a relationship with his father because of it. He's not looking to fix that relationship as he doesn't believe there's anything Xavier can say to convince Edgar to forgive him, but Edgar does recognize that he needs to work out his feelings about his past and come to terms with his trauma if he's ever going to be able to go back home. This means also deciding whether or not he'd be willing to run the winery, which is a conversation that he'll have to have with his family (namely Marco) at a much later date.

Elijah:

Establish a career: Eli's always felt sort of directionless. He doesn't know what he wants to do in the future. He just knows that working at the cat cafe indefinitely isn't a sustainable plan especially as Noah gets older and starts school. Eli wants to be able to provide his son with everything he needs to live a happy and healthy life -- he'd like to maybe own a house in the future so that Noah can grow up somewhere stable and have a space to call his own -- and that won't happen while living paycheck to paycheck and struggling to make ends meet.

Outline a working relationship with Noah's mother: Eli has his personal feelings about Aileen which he knows he needs to work through, but that's a conversation for another day. He's determined to put those feelings aside for the sake of Noah, but only if Aileen can show that she really is committed to being in their son's life. At the end of the day, whether he loves her or hates her, Eli acknowledges that his own feelings aren't as important as Noah's right to have a relationship with his mother, but Eli won't allow that relationship to come at the detriment of his son.

Have another baby: Eli didn't really think he was the kind of person who wanted to have kids or would feel fulfilled by it, but he adores Noah, and maybe just maybe in the future when life is stable, he'll think about having another child.

Leila:

Resolve relationship conflict: Leila's still very much up in the air after running out on her fiancé. She's not really sure where she wants this to go (of course recognizing that he probably has strong feelings about the direction of their relationship himself) but perhaps, would like to be in a relationship as long as it didn't end in marriage.

Determine future career goals: While Leila isn't much for future plans, she knows that being a dancer isn't really a forever kind of thing. Sooner or later, she'll get too old for it. Modeling isn't something she wants to do again and teaching fitness classes seems like a good idea for right now. She admires that Calliope went from being a dancer to owning the lounge and thinks that maybe she could do something similar.

Establish herself as independent: This means being financially stable and not having to rely on anyone. Leila isn't really sure how she'll accomplish this right now, but it's the ultimate goal.

Malachi:

Continue to progress in PTSD treatment: Mal's come a long way since his diagnosis. Still, every day is a new struggle. For right now, his symptoms are pretty much stable and he feels healthy, but he knows that that could change in an instant. It's happened before, and he lives with the anxiety that it could happen again. So, his top goal is really to remain stable and to continue to work through the trauma and guilt.

Establish a second Swolemates location: The gym has really become his passion project. Professionally, Mal would like to expand the brand, open a few locations, maybe even become a chain.

Find his person: Malachi is, ultimately, a romantic. He hasn't been in very many serious relationships in his adult life, mostly because of his PTSD, but as he continues to remain stable, he finds himself thinking about being in a relationship with someone who gets him.

#chq;task #edgar.#malachi.#leila.#elijah.#diego.

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kingspuppet-a · 2 years

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@aeipathcy || Happy Birthday, Goro!!

❝ Here, ❞ was all she could say as she forced a small gift box into his hands. Reanne was not obligated to do anything for him, as they weren't exactly friends, but since she had celebrated with him last year, it'd be weird to not do something this year. She had found a nice pair of leather gloves, and since she noticed how often Akechi wore them, they might be a good thing to gift—he was probably wearing the same pair for what seemed like forever, ❝ I know we're not really friends, but it'd be weird if I didn't do something for you since I dragged you around to celebrate last year. Happy birthday, Akechi. ❞

As soon as the box is pressed into his hands he’s giving it a skeptical look. Considering last year’s affairs he’s not surprised that she decided to make this a reoccurring theme. He finds himself unable to understand the motive behind it, though. Reanne was right on the count that they weren’t friends. It’s a wonder that they still make time for one another with the tension that constantly sits between them. And yet, she’s here presenting him with a gift.

“I told you last year that I’m not fond of my birthday.” Or at least that’s what he tells himself to remain indifferent on this dreadful day.

He’s tempted to return the gift and forget the interaction between them ever happened, but he’s quite curious about the contents. Reanne, despite knowing her for awhile now, was still an enigma. Her moods could flip the Tokyo Sky Tree upside down. She’s fine with Goro one day and they’re at each others throats the next. As irritating as she can be it’s also something that fascinates him.

With a drawn out sigh and brows pinched together, he pops the lid off from the box to finally peer inside. The sight of the fresh pair of gloves that aren’t scuffed and wearing has his eyes widening. It’s only a moment before he recaps the box as he quickly schools his expression into something neutral before flicking his eyes back up at Reanne.

“I thought you would’ve been more extravagant.” A slight quirk tilts up the corner of his lips. He can’t let her have the upper hand even on his birthday. “I suppose I appreciate the gesture...thank you.”

#aeipathcy #; Verse || A Life So Trivial ♟️#//Getting Goro to say thank you is like pulling teeth asdfghjklkjhjkl #//He is silently grateful he just won't admit that to her or himself.

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rouge-variant · 2 years

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Hello, how are you? I'm stressed coz of school. What would Levi do if his s/o gave him a silent treatment and ignored him after an argument coz he was too possessive and overprotective? What if he gave her the silent treatment? How would they solve it?

Oh no! Not good, shoo stress shoo!! That's happening with me too. So close to finals and all that, no thank you. So let's see if this can take away the stressies for a little bit! So sorry for the wait as well! Thanks for your request, good luck with school, and I hope you enjoy!!!

Overprotective/Possessive Levi and his S/O Making Up From a Fight Headcanons:

Trigger Warning: Brief mentions of Levi being possessive and controlling. Please keep this in mind while you read.

He hates this, he can't stand it either. You were ignoring him and Levi was going to lose his mind. You were physically present in the room, in your shared bed, everywhere but you wouldn't acknowledge him. You would respond to his 'good morning's, no goodnight kisses from him, no back hugs or forehead kisses when you brought him tea. Nothing!

Does he regret yelling at your friend who had their arm around your waist? The same friend who had you smiling and laughing without him? No. You are his and his alone. He hates it when other people have you up in their hand, when if it's just platonic. He has had people leave him, whether it be voluntarily or involuntarily and he doesn't want to lose you too.

But having you ignore him and make him endure the silent treatment might make him come up with a new plan for next time. For now, he needs to find a way to get you to stay in the same room long enough for him to work the sentance of 'I'm sorry' from his head to out his mouth. Its not that he's too prideful or his ego is too big, he just struggles with vocally admitting things that make him seems vulnerable. Because he's gotten so used to being emotionally numb, this doesn't come easy.

Levi also can't tell if your genuinely pissed off at him or if this is you being playful so he's really got to think this through to ensure he won't lose his lover.

Things start off small. He leaves you flower on your desk after cleaning your room/connected office if your rank permits you to have one. If you don't react to that, then he'll try being more affectionate to you. Whether it be more often linking your pinkies under the table or more cuddles at night, he's trying to win your attention by affection.

If you're still ignoring him, Levi will trap you in your shared room in the evenings when you come to change. This definition of trapped, being he hugs you from behind and his voice wavers slightly when he pleads for a moment of your time just to apologize. You only ever heard his voice lose its composure during very intimate or vulnerable moments with him.

It takes a a few moments before he's actually able to say sorry. If his words didn't convince you, then his lowered gaze and fidgety stance should. He knows that he was in the wrong and he should've been able to control himself better. You don't make a fuss when he's working with his coworkers, so why should he? Levi should have enough trust in you, which he does, to let you be on your own. But it's just his protective nature stepping up and making him intervene when he shouldn't have to. Levi just doesn't trust the people you're with, that's all.

After he's apologized, he will not hear one from you. You're not the one who overstepped. He's going to be very guarded and stiff until you forgive him because his internal thoughts have convinced him that you were gone. Once you reassure him that you're going to stick around, his face lights up and he pulls you into a sweet and gently kiss. He's so grateful to have someone as understanding and loving as you. And the rest of the Scouts should be on their knees, thanking you for removing the bitter attitude that Levi's had all week.

#levi ackerman x y/n #aot x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman #levi x reader #aot x y/n #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman headcanons

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up-sideand-down · 2 years

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..hello,, i love ur account a lot and i wanted to ask if you have any headcanons for the turks reacting to cloud in a dress? the lovely blue and black dress to be specific

1. Elena is the only Turk who has just passing knowledge that the dress exists. This is because Turk Shotgun is her sister and Turk Shotgun was there when Cloud got and wore the dress. It was for a ShinRa mission, but no mention or proof of the dress exists. Shotgun swore herself to secrecy...at least so far as the ShinRa side of her life goes. Elena heard about it, but didn't see any proof of it, just that Cloud looked drop dead gorgeous and it wasn't fair. Elena figured Cloud wouldn't want to talk about it. She learned, in a moment of shock, that Cloud fully accepted her as a member of the turks when he pulled out his phone and offered to show her "the dress". She didn't realize it was that dress until she saw Cloud in those photos. Her sister was right, Cloud looked astounding and it wasn't fair.

"Tell anyone those exist and you won't for much longer," Cloud said.

Elena was too honored to even think of saying a word.

2. As mentioned in another post, Tseng saw the dress on Cloud on accident when he lost Aerith. Again. Cloud blackmailed him into silence because Cloud had ample proof that he simply could not keep up with Aerith. Only Cloud could and Cloud straight up refused to do on the clock. He was curious though and scoured through mission reports and found no proof that the damn dress should exist. He called in Shotgun and Gun and asked what they knew. They didn't say a damn thing.

"Cloud did what needed to be done," Shotgun said, "that's all there is to it."

"He finished the mission and saved us," Gun confirmed, "that's all you need to know."

Tseng is also the only one who reached out to Andrea Rhodea...but even he was oddly tight lipped about that damn dress.

He'll never know.

3. Reno and Rude have seen the dress in person as well. Cloud dragged it out for one more mission. Both were also grateful and agreed to keep quiet about it. Reno was the more obnoxious about it. He kept "flirting" with Cloud as they were heading in until Cloud had enough.

"You're jealous because you know you could never pull this off." Reno is struck silent for the first time.

"Fuck you're right," Reno finally admitted. Cloud was smug about that and turned back into Miss Cloud for their distraction.

4. Rude was dead silent, not because of Reno...but because Cloud was just damn beautiful. He felt really weird thinking that about someone he respected and trusted as a coworker and he did not like it. He told Cloud he really didn't want to see him in that dress again.

"I don't want you to ever see me in that dress again," Cloud told him, "but I'm happy you think I look good."

5. Aerith knows about the dress. Of course she knows. She's also seen it. In the flesh. With Cloud in it. She was not present for the mission it appeared on...but she was there for the aftermath. She helped put Cloud back together as himself, dusted off all the makeup, and soothed his ego. She also is the keeper of "the dress" until it comes out again. It is a powerful item and she is honored to hold it for her dearest friend.

She's also really happy to have him wear it for her various chaotic schemes.

"Miss Cloud isn't something to be wasted here," Aerith tells him, "she's a divine sight." She never asks for Miss Cloud often, but only in the direst of circumstances.

But Miss Cloud is always worth it.

#headcaons.#turk!cloud #cloud strife #reno #rude #elena #tseng #aerith gainsborough #the turks #the dress #crossdressing

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yesttoheaven · 4 years

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GOOD GIRLS GO TO HELL

CHAPTER 1

pairing: arvin russell x female!reader

summary: In the eyes of extremely strict parents, 'good' girls go to hell, but they don't know that they are handing over their own daughter to the devil – known to all as Rev. Teagardin.

wc: 3.8k

warnings: language, mentions (not depictions) of abuse, manipulation, religious fanaticism, angst

a/n: This idea has been on my mind since the day I watched the movie, so... here we go!

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

"I don't usually interfere that way. It would be best if she came here willingly. She needs to be open to accept all the blessings that God will bring to her life." Rev. Teagardin took a step forward, considering the request of a mother and father completely desperate for the salvation of their only daughter.

"We tried everything. We found great references about a boarding school called 'Good Pastor', but a week later they called to report that she had run away! Our daughter appeared a few days later in the company of three strange girls. One of them is a single mother, our Y/N shouldn't hang out with those kind of people." The woman's words contained disgust. She was tired of watching her daughter ruin her own life. The girl had become a topic of conversation in the town and a shame for the whole family.

"The truth is, we don't know what to do with Y/N. Day after day she becomes more rebellious. She doesn't respect us." Mr. Henson shared the same agony as his wife, but both see Preston as the solution to this problem.

"We don't want our only daughter to go to hell! You need to help us, Reverend. We believe that you are the only one capable of driving the devil out of her. In the name of God, save our little Y/N!"

In absolute silence, the preacher walked near the window, watching Y/N. She was sitting on the hood of Mr. Henson's car and her body was lulled by the gentle breeze that touched the skirt of the dress she wore, revealing her legs that should have been silky smooth. Smiling, the man looked at the girl's parents, knowing exactly what to do to save Y/N's soul.

"I'm glad you came to me. God will be my guide to help your daughter. Now, I would like to talk to her for a while."

Extremely grateful, Y/N's parents agreed and left the church for a few seconds. When they returned, Y/N was with them. The girl's curious eyes moved from side to side, until they found Preston Teagardin with his hands on his hips. He was at the altar, the cross appearing behind his head left him with a divine aura, but the girl remembers the day she saw the preacher humiliate – indirectly – the chicken liver dish that Emma Russell prepared with such affection. If he said those horrible things to a religious woman like Emma, Y/N didn't want to imagine what he might be thinking about her at the moment. Maybe he was wondering why she hasn't started to burn while walking on sacred ground, but it was him who was burning. Burning with desire. A sin that he identifies in others, but never in himself.

"Hello, you must be Y/N." The man approached, his eyes shining like a hungry predator who had just found the perfect prey. "You don't usually visit the house of God."

"But I'm sure that is about to change." Y/N's mother replied, looking at her daughter hopefully.

Y/N may not be an especially easy girl to handle, but she never understood why her parents didn't respect her space. She never visited the church often and that number dropped to zero when they started to force her to go with them. Over the years, Knockemstiff residents have turned religion into a disease. It's close to insanity and Y/N Henson doesn't want that for her life. Despite being seen as a sinner, she still prays every night. She gets down on her knees and talks to God.

"Dear, your dad and I brought you here to talk to Reverend Teagardin..."

"What? You said you would come here to confess and then we would go home!" Y/N protested angrily. She was ready to retrace her steps to the exit when her father took her arm.

"Y/N, we just want the best for you. Talking to the reverend can be a good start."

"And we are not giving you another option." Mrs. Henson completed, remaining firm in her decision. "Your father and I agreed not to participate in this conversation. We will walk around the town and then we come back here to get you."

"I can take her home... If you agree." Teagardin said, hiding his real intentions and touching the girl's shoulder. She was so small around him and looked so vulnerable. He smiled when he realized that.

"Oh, that's very kind, Reverend. Thanks." Y/N's mother replied, feeling enchanted by the man's benevolence. "Be a good girl." She said, kissing her daughter's forehead.

The preacher accompanied them to the door and having no other option Y/N walked through the church, staring at the cross nailed to the wall. She never felt that she was turning away from God, but looking back is exactly what she did.

"Now it's just me, you and Him." The reverend's words brought Y/N out of her own thoughts and she turned to him, crossing her arms in the process. This made her breasts more visible under the black dress she wore and Teagardin noticed.

"I can go and you tell my parents that you talked to me, but it didn't work because I'm a hopeless case. It's simple."

"I can't lie to your parents. I also don't think you're a hopeless case, Y/N." The man admitted, going to the first bench and sitting down. "We can talk?"

"Like... about my sins?"

"No. A normal conversation. Why don't you start by telling me about your life?" He patted the bench, silently inviting her to sit beside him.

Y/N didn't understand how a simple conversation could help, but she found the idea pleasant. Showing a shy smile, she approached Teagardin and sat down next to him, leaving a space between their bodies. Once again she looked at the cross, beginning to speak:

"I work for Ms. Fowler, she has a chicken coop and some pigs... I don't do much, but I like to help take care of animals and she says they like me too." At that moment Y/N looked at the preacher and imagined that she would find him with an expression of disinterest. The same expression of disinterest that her parents show when she tried to start a conversation or simply tell how her day was. They were always busy, but Teagardin was completely focused on everything she said and with a small smile on the corner of his lips.

"So, do you take care of the animals? I'm impressed, I don't know many girls who risk their lives by entering a pigsty."

"It's a dangerous place." She let slip a sweet laugh, feeling light, as she hadn't felt for a long time. "I understand them."

"I can see that you have a great relationship with animals, but what about your friends? Tell me a little about them." Those words were enough to destabilize Y/N. Any sign of happiness disappeared from her face and everything went gray, just like the view through the church windows. The rain was close and Y/N controlled herself not to start crying.

Like a sniffer dog, Preston felt this was a sensitive subject for the girl – maybe an open wound – and waited patiently until she decided to share it with him.

"I was never good at making friends, but I used to have a friend at school. Her name was Isabella. We were inseparable, but one day her father received a job offer in another city... Despite the distance, she called me every day in the late afternoon" The nostalgia was noticeable in her voice and the way her face softened with small memories. Isabella and Y/N were like sisters, but Mrs. Henson never approved of that friendship. "I am three years without news of my best friend. She never called or answered my letters and I don't know why, reverend."

"Have you never been to visit her?"

"My parents won't let me out of Knockemstiff."

"You don't have to go alone. They can go with you..."

"They don't care about me or what I want." Y/N said, shaking her shoulders as if this feeling was mutual, but deep down she knew it wasn't. "My mom said I have the power to turn people away and if Isabella walked away from me, it is certainly my fault."

"Your mother shouldn't say that." Teagardin looked deeply hurt. The situation was worse than he imagined, this family needs his help.

Y/N needs his help.

"Well, I lost Isabella's friendship, but I got three new friends!" The girl informed, as if she had finally found her place. "Two of them I met at the boarding school. The third helped us to escape and she has a beautiful baby. They work together in a bar away from the city..."

"What do they do in this bar?" The reverend had some suspicions, but he wanted to hear her confess.

"They... dance." Y/N said slowly. "I know it can look wrong, but they are good people and I don't understand why everyone looks at these girls with..."

"Have you ever been there?" Preston needed to know, but the girl just bowed her head. Sighing deeply, he stretched his arm over her shoulders, ending the distance between their bodies. "It's all right... God is merciful and benevolent. He forgives all of our sins, but He does not forgive lies."

"It was only once. I swear!" In the same instant that the words left her lips, she hid her face in Teagardin's chest and he took the opportunity to hug her, and feel the sweet perfume of her hair. It smelled like innocence.

"You made a mistake by going there. That place is not for family girls."

"I was just tired of everything... So, I thought about going there to have a drink and forget about the problems."

"Learn one thing..." The man said softly, running his fingers through her hair. "When problems arise and you feel alone, start praying. God is your best friend. And I am also here to help you."

"Thanks, reverend."

"Never go back to that place again. You shouldn't be drinking... and smoking."

"Wait..." The girl moved away from Teagardin, looking him straight in the eye. "Did my parents say that?"

"I was in town when I saw you smoking with a boy. He approached you and passed the smoke to your mouth... And then he kissed you. Is he your boyfriend?"

"Oh, you saw me with Arvin..." Shame consumed Y/N, turning her cheeks into two tomatoes. "But we are not together. It was our first kiss... My first kiss."

The moment they shared in the car had been magical. Arvin was always different from the Knockemstiff boys. He never judged Y/N for her actions. He understood her, but sometimes some problems were so big that they made the girl run away from him. All Arvin wanted was to hold her in his arms and protect from all the evil in the world.

"You need to stay away from these people. Starting with this young guy." The preacher's words captured Y/N's attention, confusing her. "You can't see it now, but those friendships are not good for you. They are driving you away from your true purpose. And Arvin Russell is taking advantage of your innocence to..."

"Arvin would never do that." She stated in all letters, not letting him finish the assumption. "I think... I think he likes me."

"There is a big difference between love and carnal attraction, and boys his age think of only one thing." Teagardin insisted, using a peaceful tone of voice. He was so convincing, that despite knowing Arvin for a long time, Y/N wondered about the boy's real intentions. He was always kind and respectful, or maybe that's what she thought, but with the help of the reverend she was beginning to understand, and the feeling of being used was difficult to digest. "I saw the way he looked at you... I saw the sin in his eyes."

"This cannot be true... W-We are not talking about the same person! He's d-different!"

"It doesn't matter who you believed in all this time or what you accepted to... to be like them. In the end, you are alone. You know it." When Preston finished, she was completely broken. It was cruel, but someone needed to open her eyes. Y/N deserved the truth. "I know it is difficult, but I am here for you." He buried her against his chest in a bear hug, wishing feel her soft, warm body in his arms again. Y/N returned the hug — and then started to cry.

Her friends were not her friends.

Her parents were right.

She felt confused. Lost. But the reverend was beside her to show a new path free from sin and delusions.

"Do you know Proverbs 28:13?" He asked, holding her face in his hands. With his fingertips he wiped away a few tears and she smiled, shaking her head. "Whoever tries to hide his sins will not succeed, but the one who confesses his sins and leaves them behind will find mercy. Are you ready for this?"

"Yes, reverend." That was the confirmation he needed.

Preston Teagardin always believed that he had a special connection with God. With the right words he had the power to reach the hearts of these girls and offer them redemption. In his dark mind, they were privileged to be touched by a holy man like him. He was doing them a favor. And now it's Y/N's turn.

"First, you need to be free from your sins." The man looked with adoration for the little fallen angel. Slowly, he touched her knees, feeling the smooth skin and after a sigh, the girl was in his hands.

"Reverend..."

"Shhh. Just trust me." He said when his hands disappeared under her dress. His touch was sacred, something she had never experienced, but Y/N's conscience screamed that this was wrong. "Stand up so I can take your panties off. I need to feel you..." She got up, but ran quickly away from him, escaping his dirty hands.

Disappointment appeared in her eyes in the form of tears. It was impossible not to feel used. Again. Influenced by him, Y/N believed that her friends were a problem in her life and that they were moving her away from God's plans, but the real sinner is inside the church. His understanding, concern and kindness never existed. It was all part of the game. He needed to earn her trust before he could attack.

"You... You are a wolf in sheep's clothing! A liar! I thought for the first time someone was understanding my side, but you just want to fuck with me!"

"You got it wrong..."

"S-Stay away from me!" Y/N warned when Teagardin tried to approach. Fear coursed through her veins, spreading through her body like a drug. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she didn't want to be touched by him that way. "If you approach me, I swear I make a scandal! The whole city will know who you really are!"

"No one will believe you." He took a step forward. "You need help. I'm the only one who can..."

"Stop that shit! Do not say that the devil is in me, when you are trying to abuse a girl who is old enough to be your daughter! You are the devil, Teagardin!" For the first time she saw the anger in his eyes. Preston would never agree with that, but that is his true face. He is the devil in disguise and this was confirmed the instant he advanced on her.

Y/N ran to the exit, screaming desperately for help, even though she knew she was alone in this nightmare. With shaking hands, she tried to open the door, but the reverend took her in his arms. Compared to the girl’s small, slender body, he was stronger than she was, but Y/N resisted and hit her knee in the middle of his legs, reaching his weak point. The man let out a loud growl and walked away, seeking support on one of the wooden benches. Taking advantage of the distraction, Y/N opened the door and ran as fast as she could. Teagardin thought of running after her to finish what he started, but he gave up as soon as he saw her cross the threshold of the church, running in the rain as if her life depended on it. She didn't look back, just kept running until she disappeared into the trees.

...

The day turned into night, covering everything with its dark cloak, while rain fell mercilessly on Knockemstiff. Y/N stumbled along the road, hugging her own body in an unsuccessful attempt to warm up. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the raindrops, but the girl's mind was elsewhere.

After what happened at the church, her faith was in pieces. She always knew that bad men walked on Earth, but she never imagined that the preacher was one of them. The way he touched her was disgusting. She wanted to scream, take the pain out of her chest and run back home to tell her parents what happened, but Teagardin's words were stuck in her head, hurting her:

"In the end, you are alone. You know it."

"No one will believe you."

Unexpectedly – or maybe that was a divine sign – a car approached the road Y/N was on. She was surprised to hear the noise of the engine and looked back. Despite the rain and the headlight blinding her for a few moments, Y/N recognized the old car and the boy on the other side certainly recognized her too. Arvin left his truck without a second thought, not caring about the pouring rain wetting his clothes in a matter of seconds.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, needing to raise his voice so she could hear. The girl opened her mouth to reply, but gave up, looking away.

Arvin realized that something was wrong. It was common to see Y/N walking around the city, but not in these circumstances. Before she looked away, he noticed the pain in her eyes. It was no secret to him that she had a difficult relationship with her parents, but this time it was different.

For a moment the worry made him forget that they were both still in the rain and when he realized this, the boy immediately guided her to the car. When she was safely in the passenger seat, he bypassed the vehicle and took the driver's seat. Rain was no longer a problem, but the cold persisted and Arvin grabbed his jeans jacket from the back seat.

"Here." He handed it to her and Y/N mumbled a small 'thanks', wearing the jacket. "So... what happened? You are far from home. It is dangerous to go out in the middle of a storm like this..."

"My intention is to stay away from home. The storm is an extra." The girl tried to relax, hiding her real emotions but it was obvious that she was not well.

"Did you argue with your parents again?"

"I would prefer that." She replied, forcing a laugh. Getting into an argument with her parents was common for her and seemed small compared to what actually happened. But what really happened was suffocating her. "I can tell you everything, r-right?"

"You know you can." Arvin said, holding her hand. The simple contact made their hearts accelerate and Y/N was grateful to have him by her side.

Feeling encouraged, she began to tell what happened at the church. The fact that her parents insisted that the devil was inside her, made Arvin angry. He never understood what the problem was with Mr. and Mrs. Henson about this. Y/N was not sick. All she needed was love and they never gave it to her.

Y/N didn't want to delve into the details of her conversation with the new preacher, but Arvin heard the fear in her voice when she mentioned his name. She said he was good with words, and very persuasive. He easily won her trust and that was her worst mistake. Arvin stopped listening when she said that the man's hands disappeared under the dress she was wearing. Anger consumed him quickly, making his blood boil and he clapped his hands on the steering wheel. With a vision blurred by tears, Y/N looked at him with concern. The tension was clear throughout his body; his jaw was tightly clenched and his hands were shaking as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. Arvin always had an explosive temper – paternal inheritance –, especially when the people he cared about were hurt.

"The preacher will never touch you again. I promise." He stated with conviction, bringing his attention back to Y/N. She looked tired, crying silently and the boy opened his arms for her to snuggle against his chest. Playing with a lock of her hair, he said: "I always knew there was something wrong with him. I should be there for you..."

"It's okay, Arvin. I'll be fine and I'll forget what happened... I just need to stay away from the church. This is easy for me." Y/N knew it wouldn't be so easy, but to calm him down, everything was welcome.

"You cannot protect him."

"I am not protecting him, but I know you..." She murmured softly, running a hand over his chest. "My life is a mess, you are the only one who believes in me. So, I'm just asking you not to do anything stupid... Because... Because I need you here." Arvin relaxed at her words. It was nice to know that she wanted him around in this difficult time. Y/N would have his support forever. And his love. For her sake, he decided to act with caution, but this does not mean that Teagardin will not suffer the consequences of his actions.

With undisclosed feelings, they remained embraced, just enjoying each other's company. It had been a long day. Arvin remembered the fallen tree in the middle of the road, forcing him to take the long way home, but that path brought him to Y/N. He was happy that it was he who found her in the middle of this storm.

"You need to rest. I will take you home." The boy broke the silence and Y/N moved away from him, shaking her head.

"No! I don't want to go home! My parents... they go..."

"I'll take you to my house." Arvin said, catching her cheek with his hand and watching the panic disappear from her eyes. With a smile, he added: "Grandma misses you."

• a/n: This is the first fic I publish here and I'm very nervous!! (Possibly I will do a second part of this) Btw, criticism is welcome!!

(CHAPTER TWO HERE)

#arvin russel x reader #arvin russel x you #arvin eugene russell #arvin russell #arvin russel imagine #arvin russel x y/n #the devil all the time #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #tom holland x y/n #tom holland #preston teagardin #arvin russell one shot #tom holland one shot #tdatt imagine #tdatt fic #tdatt

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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Part 2 is here!!! This is actually all just fluff and nothing new regarding reader's seelie powers but ;)) Part 3 coming soon...maybe...

-It has been a week or two since the interaction and the both of you have been exchanging letters, due to the fact that you live in Qingce Village.

-You only went to Liyue Harbor for a bit as you had a few commissions and quests nearby there, it would have been a long trip back and forth from home. (He's glad that he met you but won't admit it out loud.)

-Now what surprised you was that he came to visit you, not because he had a job nearby but purely of his own accord. You felt a flutter in your , upon seeing him at your door.

-"... Chongyun?"

-A flush from his cheeks as he shifted onto his other leg.

-"...Hello."

-Happiness bubbled throughout your body. With a bright smile you ushered him into your humble abode. He looked at the scripts and maps on your walls, then glanced over to the collection of pressed flowers beside your small dining table.

-You poured him a cup of tea and placed a bowl of food in front of him. Cold noodles with soy sauce and some fresh greens on the side.

-"I-I really couldn't--" he tried to turn down the offer of food but the smile you gave him made him pick up his chopsticks.

-Mid-coversation, another knock came at the door. Raising an eyebrow, you went to see who could be looking for you.

-"[Y/N], sorry to trouble you at the moment but could you please get these to Granny Rouxin? I have to rush for a meeting with some customers."

-You nodded and closed the door to sit back down with Chongyun as to continue the conversation, it would also be quite rude if you were to leave a guest in your house but-- Granny Rouxin :(

-Almost as if he read your mind, he finished eating and set the dishes by the sink. You were about to protest and ask him to sit down but he grabbed your hand and led you out the door.

-"Let's go give the chief that package."

-Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at your hands. Walking up the trail and stairs, you arrived at the chief's residence. She opened a door with a smile and greeted you.

-"Ah, [Y/N]. Good to see you, I suppose you're here for delivery?"

-"Yes, here you go! Please continue to rest, don't worry about the village, we'll be fine. If anything happens please get Ju Hua to send a letter to me."

-The kind elderly lady had been ill for a few days now and the entirety of the village had urged her to rest, considering her age and her position. She had been taking it easy and not moving about too much, hopefully her fever would subside soon.

-"Thank you, you're always such a help around here. I'm grateful that you continue to stay here even though it's a quiet life," she sighs.

-It really was a shame that many of age had went to the city, leaving yougins and elderlies here. As much as you liked the city, the calmness of this village and its beautiful fields had captured your heart.

-"Of course, it really isn't anything, I love living here anyway!"

-Chongyun silently took note of what was going on in the conversation, feeling a small sense of pride and joy when he heard that you had been helping around in the village from THE chief.

-Wrinkled eyes smile as they slowly trail to the cryo user beside you, the warm hues turn into mischievous ones as she looks at your joined hands.

-"Thank you... Hmm, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend?

-Immediately, the both of you separated with red faces. A chuckle escapes her throat as she waved the both of you off before returning to her bedroom.

-A moment or two passed as you both walked down the path, cryo tickling your skin as Chongyun desperately tried to calm himself down.

-A few kids came up to you with flowers and they babbled something about thanking you for helping them get their dolls back from the bad monsters before giggling and running off.

-Icy hues observed the situation and once again, he was reminded of how great a person you were. He knew from your letters that you liked to help out around the village but he didn't know it was to the extent that kids would come give you flowers.

-Warmth blossoms in his chest as he watches you smile at the kids. The way the wind blew your hair and how you gently pat the heads of the children made him smile like a fool.

-As you both continued to talk in your home, you failed to notice how late it was getting until the sounds of crickets chirping started. You asked Chongyun where he was staying and he was about to say something but nothing came out.

-"Ah...This is bad. I forgot that I didn't book a place to stay here..." (Because there were no inns (((:)

-'Archons, I'm so stupid' was probably what he was thinking at that moment.

-You tried to think of an idea but only one came to mind. Your palms sweated as you insisted that he stay with you in your house for the night. He tried to refuse but you were more adamant of not letting him sleep outside in the dangerous wilderness at night.

-With a huff, he accepted.

-One problem: The only place that was comfortable enough for sleep, (ie not the wooden chairs) was your bed. It's not like it was a tiny bed, but it was still flustering to be sharing the same bed! Especially since you're not dating like that or anything...! Even so, deep down you trusted Chongyun to not do anything.

-Jueyun Chili is the shade of red on your faces as you both lied down on the bed, you slowly turned over to meet his icy orbs looking at you before they averted away from your eyes.

-He was certainly free air-conditioning at the rate he was trying to cool hinself down. A soft laugh left your lips as you said goodnight before turning to face your back toward him.

-His heart stopped beating at a hundred miles per hour as he noticed that you were alseep. He, too was growing tired and closed his eyes to drift off into dreamland.

-Little did both of you know, that both of you would be awoken to the reality of your limbs tangled and arms wrapped around each other.

-あのん

Part 1

Oh gawd my heart dropped thinking I lost the link to the first part of this, I swear I need to fix my shit uo

#Seelie reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #anon あのん #exile.goblet

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curiousconch · 3 years

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Chase You / Chase Me (Pt. 1)

Part 1: Burning on the Edge of Something Beautiful

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Alex finds herself personally affected by the Rothswell case and Gabe attempts to find out why.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 1.8k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / implied sexual content, alcohol consumption

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogues belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

Wednesday Evening at McGraw Byrne

Back from a day in the courts, Gabe stepped out of the elevator and into the halls of McGraw Byrne. Eager to finish the day's work, he passed by the break room where he unwittingly heard something that made him instantly halt.

"Did you see how clammed up Keating became when you asked her that question?" Gabe heard Vanderweil's deep voice.

"Actually, I sensed something irked her during the ride back. Seems like I did strike a chord," a serious female voice replied, which Gabe presumed was Sinclair's.

He made the assumption that the line of conversation was about their visit to the Rothswell's mansion. Earlier that day, the law firm's major client Philip Rothswell, demanded that they see to the whole Lydia and Joey situation. So Gabe and Sadie instructed the associates to go see the young heiress, trying to give the firm more time to create a more solid strategy than playing family counselor.

When they were placating Rothswell, he noticed how Alex fidgeted in her chair as she listened to their client. The way her body pulled up every defensive stance in the book full with meaning.

Seems that what he just overheard confirmed his suspicions. Something was bothering Alex Keating. And like all things Alex, it piqued at his curiosity.

It irked him that he did, more than he was willing to admit. Seems like even as trivial as office gossip, as long as its about her, Gabe is guaranteed to take notice.

Hastening his strides, he continued on to his plush new office, the setting sun coloring the wood furnishings with a hue of orange. He tossed his briefcase on the khaki couch, his leather soles padding on the clean white carpet. Loosening his tie, he crossed the room towards his desk. He took off his coat, hanging it on the rack nearby and turned to face the glass walls which offered a much better view of the concrete jungle below.

His mind whirred as he rationalized with himself as to why he was so invested with Alex. He initially chalked it up as a familiar, primal response to her... attractiveness. Yet as he watched her emerge from every pressure test and challenge he and Sadie gave her, he can't help but root for her.

It's not just that. After a long time, Gabe wanted to be near someone. He wanted to hear what bothers them, their goals, even their history. A level of interest he never exhibited to his usual carnal pursuits.

She stirred up something sleeping within him, something he willed never to return.

Consumed by the thoughts of her, Gabe finds himself glancing at his Rolex and hatching a guise to know what made the mighty Alex Keating got so worked up about.

Sometime later, uptown New York

"Alex... Have you ever had someone like Joey mess with your head? It's not about smart or stupid," Gigi had asked.

Alex poked her fork at the piece of chocolate soufflé as her mind whirled back to the ride back to the office.

"I'm not buying you any more of that Riesling if you wouldn't even bother being a worthy companion," Gabe teased, before downing another glass of scotch across her.

Her head immediately perked up, breaking free from her introspection. Alex forced a smile in response.

"As if another glass would make a dent in your indomitable fortune," she leaned back, trying to hide her thoughts under the façade of her sarcasm, rolling her eyes at him for added effect.

The two find themselves in a swanky New York restaurant, its upscale interior design worthy of the five star Yelp rating. The sleek tables and gray scandinavian chairs made Alex grateful that her wine red dress fit among the crowd. With a private booth overlooking the city lights and the delicious gourmet food served, she did not regret accepting Gabe's dinner invitation to meet a client.

Her mind decided that more work and Gabe's company was a great way to distract herself from the nagging of her memories, and it didn't hurt that the senior partner was easy on the eyes.

And when the supposed big shot canceled at the last minute, Alex completely saw it as a win.

"Something bothers you." Gabe suddenly articulated, breaking her from her contemplations.

Alex's brow arched in reply, as Gabe stated it like a fact, not as a question.

Crossing her legs under the table, she folded her arms across her chest.

"And why does that concern my pretend-boyfriend, hm?" she interjected, hoping to evade his interrogation.

"You're not the only astute one in this booth," Gabe let his eyes trail across her defensive stance the second time today.

Throughout the course of their meal, the heat between them simmered as well as the flow of their usual banter. Their chemistry was palpable, convincing even the waiter of the restaurant. The cocky man was certainly redefining the phrase hot and cold for Alex. He quickly and easily shut down her attempts to flirt, pulling back when the temperature between them reached a boiling point.

But Alex was more surprised, pleasantly so, when Gabe briefly opened up about his past and the vague explanation of why he's still not settled down.

She sensed the current trajectory of their conversation was what Gabe planned to have all along.

But now, as she swirled the remaining expensive liquid in her glass, trying to decide whether to put her guards up or to just give in, she couldn't deny the uncharacteristic softness in his gaze. It was magnetizing, making Alex want to fold and drop her pretentions.

She watched him as he seemed to eagerly anticipate for her retort, a half smile lingering on that pretty mouth of his.

Alex knew he won't push her if she didn't want to, yet a part of her wanted to share the heaviness that weighed on her shoulder since meeting Lydia Rothswell. Of how much the teenager reminded her of her old, naïve self.

She's been trying to rack her brain for a reasonable explanation for her growing desire to introduce herself to Gabe more than she'd allowed the string of men that she had trysts with. Despite her continuous self-denial, her gut is telling her that Gabe wasn't like any other she crossed paths with.

Making up her mind, she decided to let the door open. Maybe just a little.

She sipped her wine beckoning some needed courage, wishing that she ordered something stronger.

Taking a deep breath, she began, her eyes fixed on the view behind him.

"Since you were wondering, my otherwise impeccable track record is stained by one mistake," she paused, finally turning her gaze to Gabe's waiting eyes.

"Like Lydia, I trusted the wrong person," she continued. "I... risked everything and got nothing."

Gabe's mouth twitched ever so slightly, sensing a fluttering in him because of Alex's candor. There was no trace of the witty comebacks he'd grown to see in her, only vulnerability.

And somehow, he adored her more.

He watched her as she bit her thumbnail, an action greatly contradicting the fiery personality she projected in front of everyone else.

Alex gritted her teeth as she fought back the overwhelming emotions as she stopped herself from revealing more than she's prepared to. Not yet, not tonight, she thought.

"But I woke up from that nightmare, solemnly swearing to myself that I wouldn't repeat the same wrong decision that almost railroaded my whole future," she concluded, determined not to expose herself any further.

A hush fell between them.

Alex raised her head to meet the eyes of the man that made her walls crack, expecting to find intrigue. Instead, she found a subtle look of understanding.

It's as if it was telling her that he knew. He knew every pain and every hurt that she wanted to just forget and bury inside a box, never to be opened again.

Just because for him, pain was a familiar companion. That like her, he too, has been through hell and back.

And while she relished under his attention, her breath slowed, letting herself be trapped within the depths of those reassuring brown eyes. Alex thought nothing can make her drop down her guard, but Gabe's next actions proved that there's still more he can do to break down her walls.

Without thinking, Gabe reached for her hand and took it in his, skimming his own thumb on her knuckles in an attempt to comfort her. He smiled warmly at her, expressing a gentleness that she never thought he was capable of.

It made Alex's heart skip a beat.

Even Gabe seemed to slowly enter the same daze, unable to veer away from Alex's unguarded view. Any remnants of his resistance, leaving him. He found himself leaning in, lured by the heady scent of her perfume - a mix of coffee, vanilla and jasmine. An unexpected combination that enticed him more to her.

For a few moments, their world stood still, as if they were on the edge of discovering something that all their lives they subconsciously sought.

Something more than any flirtation or any pursuit for lustful pleasure. Something more...

"More drinks, Gabe?" a familiar voice broke them from the temporary oasis that they pulled themselves in.

All of a sudden, they were sucked back to the reality of their actual surroundings. The noise of other patrons of the restaurant, the soft ambience of the lights overhead, and the fact that he was her current boss, and that she was under his professional supervision.

Gabe turned to James, their waiter, and refused the offer nonchalantly, and instead asked for their check.

"We should head back to the salt mines, the stack of work on my desk probably hasn't gotten any smaller since we left," Gabe casually said, erasing any trace of what just happened between them. Alex silently agreed, following his queue by checking her phone for emails.

The trip to the lobby was wordless, as well as the wait for their ride. Up until Gabe opened the door of the town car, not following Alex inside.

"Aren't you coming?" Alex inquired, briefly confused.

He cleared his throat, his expression stoic before he answered her. "I think its best if we part ways here. I wasn't kidding about needing to head back to the office," he paused, a look of contemplation in his eyes before it softly shifted to that of sincerity.

"You, on the other hand, should go home and get some rest. Partner's orders."

Alex couldn't help but smile. "Whatever you say, Gabe."

"Careful, Alex. I just might hold you to that promise one of these days," Gabe replied, the usual playfulness evident in his tone.

And with that, the door closed and the car pulled away.

But as Gabe watched the vehicle fade out of his sight, his phone pinged for an email. Glancing down at his screen, he saw the name of the sender, prompting him to open it in haste.

The message contained a single statement: "I found what you asked me to look for." An attachment was included.

When he opened the file, he saw a picture of a younger version of the woman he just parted from.

And a look of recognition passed over his face.

Author's Notes: This is getting a little canon divergent, though I'm just expanding their dinner conversation and using the intimate setting provided in the original book.

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