#I’m definitely reaching and imma look like a fool next week but
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Wandavision theory no one asked for #7438292018484
Bc I refuse to accept that Pietro is not Peter here is my theory as to what happened and yes next week I’ll be proven wrong and I’ll look like a dumbass but let me dream!!!
This weeks episode confirmed Agatha has been controlling Pietro all this time - meaning she needed a distraction to stall for time for evil shenanigans bc Vision is woke now. Therefore she needed a distraction they surely would pay attention to, someone Wanda desperately desires and longs for which is ofc Pietro. But Agnes can’t actually resurrect anyone, which is proven by the fact Vision cannot exist outside of the hex as he is dead in that reality (why they were able to bring some sort of consciousness back to Vision’s body idk, maybe bc he’s not human and AI so he can exist in an fabricated reality aka the hex? also remember vision doesn’t have vision’s memories!!) So Agnes takes to the multiverse and plucks a Pietro out - X Men’s Peter and controls his mind ala apocalypse/professor x/tesseract
I think this part is very likely, but this is where I’m getting into tinfoil hat territory but liSTEN I think it works : how did Agnes get Wanda to agree to this in the first place? Mind control is way too easy imo, plus wandas so fucking powerful dude, she’s like alpha level and Agatha is not I don’t think. I think that Agnes tempted Wanda somehow, playing on her grief and promising her a world of her own, however neglected to tell her about the ethicalities and her malicious intent. Basically she manipulated her and took advantage of her in a vulnerable state. Who’s to say this wasn’t the same approach she took with Peter? Why would she settle for a Quicksilver who looks nothing like ATJ Pietro? Because EP Pietro is vulnerable just like Wanda, and willingly went with her, and Agnes tempted and manipulated him too.
What if in the X Men universe, Wanda is dead? We know from DOFP and the deleted scenes that Peter has two sisters - a younger one (who I thought was Lorna but the timeline doesn’t add up) and one who is older, perhaps a twin? Wanda? Pietro tells Wanda that “he knew she needed him” - could Agnes be using Nexus so that Peter can feel MCU Wanda’s distress and pain calling out to him? Thinking he can save his deceased sister, he stops at nothing to try and help her in a love only sinling’s have. In Apocalypse, 10 years after DOFP, Peter is still living at home. Now ofc this could just play into Peter’s ‘man child’ persona but who’s to say something didn’t happen to Wanda between DOFP and Apocalpyse? Something traumatic that lead him to regressing and becoming overly attached to his remainding family? Why wouldn’t Peter invite his mutant sister to Xavier’s so they could learn to control their powers if she was around? Peter in DOFP is morally ambiguous, what happened in 10 years that made him want to fight bad guys? Maybe just growing up, but possibly to avenge his sister? If Wanda is gone, Peter’s behavior in Apocalpse makes so much more sense - his sudden need to reconnect with Erik, an attempt to fill a void longing for family, and ultimately him choosing not to tell Erik at the end of Apocalpyse. Peter realises Erik is mourning, just as he was - and Erik needs to grieve and heal, attempting to fill the void that Nina and Wanda left would not benefit either of them and would possibly hurt their relationship. There is no instant fix with grief. If Peter truly wants Erik in his life, they both need to grieve first.
If this were the case, there would be a poetic parallel between Wanda and Peter who have lost their other halves, trying to run away from their pain and warping reality. It would be a beautiful arc for them to accept their losses, accept they are not each other’s Wanda’s and Pietro’s - but look to form a meaningful, but separate relationship. I think this would be great in terms of storytelling and amplifying the themes of the show. I feel the overarching Wandavision message is to properly deal and face grief and pain, rather than bargaining and cheat reality by denying it and fabricating a new one. The only way out of grief is through.
Or I’m completely wrong and just trying to save Peter from Fox’s shitty writing, and am just so desperate to have my himbo back lmao - anyway I thought it was a good idea lol
#wandavision#wanda maximoff#pietro maximoff#peter maximoff#dadneto#erik lehnsherr#marvel#x men#vision#mcu#agatha harkness#marvel meta#wandavision theories#wandavision spoilers#can you tell I simped for quickie in 2014 and the obsession is back#I’m definitely reaching and imma look like a fool next week but#here is how dadneto can still win
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Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x NB!Reader
Warnings: some angst, FLUFF, and our boys being the best boys.
In which they comfort you after a rough day or week
A/N: im sorry if Izukus section is shorter than Bakugou’s. trying to practice writing other characters. enjoy!
Saturday's are reserved strictly by the majority of the girls from class 1-A, leaving the guys to hibernate inside their dorms as they allow the commencement of girls night. You've never rain checked nor rejected the idea of spending quality time with your friends, considering all the tribe's and trepidation's everyone has endured together during their time at the academy. It's nice to just strip away the stress and dip your toes in pure relaxation.
Unfortunately, you woke up with a bad case of cloudy thoughts. For the past week you've been carrying the weight of dread, causing your mood to drastically change throughout the day. You'd be having a civil conversation with someone one minute and then the next minute you're completely irritated by their presence. You've tried to balance it out and fix it overnight with the regimes you researched on the internet. A new sleeping schedule, healthier diet, yoga, and even went to the extreme of writing in a journal. It was all so cut throat and prestigious, nothing close to your liking. Katsuki made fun of you for it one day when he snuck into your room and read the many inscriptions in your journal entries.
"This stuff reminds of Deku. Always shoving his nose in that stupid notebook of his," he didn't care much to hear your refutes about Izuku. "Anyways, what's with all this depressing shit you are writing? You don't really feel this way do you?"
You didn't give him a definite answer that day. Only a curt "no" and he resumed rambling about his day like nothing happened, having you listening with his voice like white noise going in one ear and out the other.
And that's how it went on throughout the duration of the prior week before Saturday.
Inside the confinement of your dorm, you made the rational decision to sleep in instead of attending classes. The chilling thoughts kept you up all night, never once allowing sleep to take full throttle. You tossed and turned around on your bed, unable to shut off your brain. So when you woke up in the peak of late afternoon, you weren't surprised to see the unread messages on your phone. All of them were from your explosive boyfriend.
King Explosion🤍: Oi you running late? Mr.Sleepy head is taking roll call
King Explosion🤍: y/n where tf r u?
King Explosion🤍: fine don't answer me ig
King Explosion🤍: are you at least coming down for lunch? i made curry last night and imma make you finish it
King Explosion🤍: fking hurry before dunce face eats it
King Explosion🤍: nvm he ate it 😐
Katsuki never intended for the message to be funny. He's probably blowing actual steams of smoke through his nostrils and ears while chasing kamanari amongst the halls. The comical imagery made you laugh harder. At least he made you crack a smile. You haven't shown any emotions let alone a hint of enthusiasm for tonight.
Maybe it'd be best to sit this one out.
"Hey, we're missing a person! Where's my y/n?" Mina asked after scanning the group of girls huddled around on the carpeted floor.
Momo shifted uncomfortably on the cushioned pillow she stole from the couch. "Y/N said she wasn't feeling too well to join us for tonight. Something about food poisoning and throwing up every hour."
In unison all the girls gasped, along with a concerned 'ribbit' from Tsuyu.
"Well I hope she gets to feeling better. I wouldn't want her to endure such sickness for much longer," Tsuyu croaked out.
Everyone in the circle agreed and promised to pay a visit later in the night to check on you.
On the fourth floor, Katsuki stared blankly at his phone, hands shaking due to the repressed anger he's been holding. Each of the messages he sent previously were all left on read, including the one he sent an hour ago asking if he could have a cuddle session with you before girls night. Yes, even an ill tempered guy such as him enjoys sappy shit like cuddling. After pacing back and forth in his room for a solid 5 minutes, he was now dead set on confronting you in front of your friends.
Katsuki made a beeline for the elevator and aggressively pressed the 1st floor button repeatedly in hopes it'll make the process go quicker. He reached the commons area in precision time, overhearing the girls giggle after someone suggested playing truth or dare. He towered over Uraraka's figure, casting a demonic shadow version of himself in the circle. Hagakure shrieked and clung onto Jirou.
"Where's y/n you extras?" He demanded, voice deafening the brunette under him.
"She didn't come tonight. She's in her dorm room sick," Jirou explained to him as she tried pry the invisible girl off her arm.
"Like hell she's sick!" Katsuki spun around quickly and retreated back to the elevator, mumbling obscenities under his breath. "She's going to pay for being so careless and irresponsible."
The commons room fell silent once the explosive blonde disappeared behind the doors of the elevator, all eyes searching each other in complete shock. Uraraka was the first to speak out of the small group.
“Should we warn y/n that Bakugou is coming for her?”
Jirou averted her gaze to the direction bakugou left off from, a ghost of a smirk spreading on her face.
“Nah. Knowing y/n, she can handle the asshole on her own.”
King Explosion🤍: can i come over? i wanna cuddle, i miss u
The text message kept flashing behind your eyes every-time you closed them - a sad image of Katsuki waiting impatiently for you to reply back with a heart or one of those unusual memes he unapologetically adores. You knew he’d be furious, no doubt about it, but you rationalized your decision and concluded it would be best to avoid your boyfriend like the plague till this undesired feeling dissipates. Katsuki doesn’t do well with people being emotional, let alone handle his own emotions for god’s sake.
Your own thoughts were interrupted by someone raping the outside of your door. The continuous knocks made your head spin, a painful sting ghosting back and forth between your eyes. Remembering back to an hour ago, you messaged one of the girls that you weren’t going to make it to tonight’s session. Surely they respected your wishes and continued on with their hangout? But you forgot about the one person who’s persistent and stubborn like a cat.
“I know you’re in there y/n! You may have fooled your idiotic friends with a lie, but you keep on forgetting you’re terrible at lying!” Katsuki hollers against the wood of the door, not once being considerate of those living above her.
He’s right. You’re absolutely horrible at making up excuses for yourself. Dating someone as intuitive as him will be the death of you.
“If there’s something going can you at least let me in? You can’t ignore me forever y/n.”
Again, he’s right.
You slipped out from the comfort of your bed and padded towards the door, mentally preparing for the blonde to scold you once he enters your room. What you weren’t prepared for was the tears swelling up in the ducts of his vermillion eyes - his hands clenched tightly into fists as he looked down at you. Your breathing hitched when his arm outstretched to rest on the door frame to keep his trembling body steady.
“What the hell y/n? Why the fuck have you been ignoring me?! Did I do something wrong?!” He asked, not caring about his current appearance.
You grab ahold of his other arm and absentmindedly started rubbing it affectionately, trying to coax him into calming down. “Katsuki no! You didn’t do anything wrong! Why would you think that?”
“Because dumbass, you’ve been distant this past week,” he paused, choking on his words. “Are...are you breaking up with me?”
Your eyes shot up instantly at his horrifying assumption. “Katsuki, if I tell you the truth, will you promise not to make things worse for me?”
He tilted his head in confusion, but nodded once you led him into your messy bedroom. Once inside, your boyfriend plopped down on your bed, watching intently as you anxiously bit down on your nails - a nervous habit you picked up at the beginning of the school year.
“I’ve been feeling weird lately. Ever since the beginning of last week. I don’t know how to describe it but, my brain is constantly feeding into my already negative state. Telling me things I know aren’t true but I’ve convinced myself they are. Almost as if a grey cloud is hovering above me,” tears were already starting to pour down your cheeks. “I just...I just feel so miserable and lonely and useless and irritated and- I’m so sorry for ignoring you. You probably want nothing to do with me after this!”
You manage to turn away from the sight of the blonde during your speech, ashamed of pouring out your emotions onto a person who disregards other peoples emotions and constitutes them as a quote on quote “pussy”.
From behind, you can hear faint shuffling nearing your already shaken up figure. A pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a wall that could only be described as his own chiseled chest, doing the same as you did moments ago with his arm - lulling you to calm down a notch before he stared speaking.
“If you been feeling this way, why lie when I asked you a few days ago after reading your journal?”
“I know how you are, Katsuki. You get very uncomfortable when people talk about their feelings. So, why should I be any different?”
Your boyfriend suddenly maneuvers you around in the circle of his arms, shifting to where you’re now making direct eye contact with him. His gaze intense and unwavering.
“Because you’re my girlfriend? I don’t give a rats ass about any of these extras. When it comes to you, I’d make an exception for. I made that promise to myself when we first started seeing each other. So don’t think for a second that I’ll disregard your true feelings, dumbass.” He stepped a couple of inches backwards, ankles eventually hitting the bottom of your bed - making him fall and dragging you along with him. You landed on top of him, head still buried in the depths of his hard chest. The vibrations of his chuckle shook your whole body. Katsuki gently titled your head to be leveled with his, a red tint of blush painting his pallid cheeks.
“I’m being serious though. Don’t be afraid to come to me when things get tough, okay? I love you too much to see you like this.”
Next thing you knew your boyfriend stole your breath away by meshing his plump lips onto yours, hands snaking their way into your hair and carefully massaging it. By all means, you let him have his way with you by kissing the sadness away, tears puddling together cheek on cheek.
He let go eventually, pecking a quick chaste kiss on the side of your mouth before hauling you further into the bed. You settled on letting him spoon you, knowing how much he likes the feeling of your backside pressed against him, and the fruity aroma of your hair infiltrating his senses.
“I promise Katsuki,” you said after some time during the cuddle session.
He shifted in his spot, head placed firmly in the crook of your neck. “Promise what?”
“That I’ll come to you when these thoughts return again. I should trust you by now, and I need to not let these emotions ruin everything in my life. I love you that much.
Your confession swelled the very last evidence of Katsuki being a human being, his heart.
He smiled weakly to himself and nuzzled more into your shoulder, brushing his warm lips against the tender skin. “You better, dumbass.”
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Today was just so exhausting, and the big fat 'D-‘ written in red ink on your final report was the icing on the cake. To make things even worse, Aizawa reminded the whole class before the exam that this was to determine wether or not if you'll be joining the training camp that'll commence the following winter break.
Hopefully this was one of your teacher's terrible deception tactics into making everyone do their absolute best, go plus ultra even. But to your dismay, he was indeed very serious of the matter this time.
It wasn't your fault, not entirely. You stayed up all night listening to another one of your boyfriends rambles, the conversation lasting till 2 am. Izuku grew worrisome and anxious ever since his encounter with a gruesome villain, thus resulting in him to pour his emotions out onto you. Poor baby kept mentioning the safety of All Might and you.
Solemnly, you left class and trailed back to your dorm room, wanting to ignore the jovial atmosphere inside the cramped room as everyone traded and talked about their scores.
Izuku noticed you leaving abruptly and got up from his desk to follow you behind, bidding a quick goodbye to his friends.
Your room was dark and dramatically colder than usual, a trickle of light threatening to pour in from the cascading sunset. You laid down on your stomach with one of your pillows propped on your head, in hopes to shield away anyone from seeing your ugly-crying face.
Too late because Izuku was already standing outside your dorm room, swaying back and forth on his feet while biting down harshly on his lip. He can hear your soft cries seeping through the door. He doesn't know why he's hesitating, he's your boyfriend after all.
Moments later you hear the acute sounds of someone knocking on your door, followed by the soft spoken voice of your green haired boyfriend.
"Baby? Can I come in? I-If that's okay with you I m-mean! It's alright if you need some space but you left class so early I figured something happened to you and I got really worried because you always wait for Iida and uraraka to walk us back to the dorms as a group and maybe it had something to do with what I was telling you last night-."
You crack the door just a smidge before fully opening it, revealing your bloodshot eyes and tear stained shirt to him. His breathing hitched once his eyes fixated on your disheveled state.
"Can you comfort me? I need you right now Izuku," your voice cracked a little, throat still tight after the crying session.
His strong, lean arms wrapped around your body momentarily, encasing you into a bear hug. Hugs from Izuku were amazing, no exceptions. He placed a quick peck on the crown of your forehead.
"C'mon, let's get inside and snuggle. How does that sound?" he asked as he unwrapped himself and took your trembling hand, leading you back inside the dimly lit room.
Izuku laid you gently down on your side once reaching the bed, crawling alongside with you before draping the covers over the both of you. His familiar hands snake around your waist and nudges you to roll over. You obliged and shifted your body to face his, sparkly green eyes staring straight at you.
"Tell me, what's wrong baby? Does it have to do with the recent exam?" his thumb started tracing delicate lines on your hips, your uniform long gone and now replaced with comfortable clothes instead.
"I failed Izuku...I did so terrible on the written exam. I kept falling in and out of sleep during the test that I didn't have time to finish the middle portion of it," you exhaled a shaky breath. "Who knows what'll happen on the practical. I'll probably fail that too...I'm such a failure compared to everyone."
Izuku grabbed the tender flesh of your cheeks and directed your vision to level with his. He looked angry and concerned.
"Don't say that y/n! You're not a failure! That exam doesn't determine wether or not if you're good enough to be a hero. I've seen you in action hun, and I know for a fact that you're possibly the most strongest person I've met in my lifetime! You're ambitious, smart, determined, and so freaking beautiful." He then kissed you tenderly on the lips, his eyes closing slightly due to the contact.
"So...freaking...beautiful." He whispers against your mouth.
His sentimental words were enough for you to push back the negativity and simply enjoy the intimate moment.
Izuku lifted his head away from your face to rest it against your temple. "You're going to do great things, okay? One failing grade isn't going to be the end of the world. Trust me sweetheart, I've had my fair share in failures during our time here in Yuuei. But look at me now, still standing."
You nuzzled more into his chest, tickling his chin with your hair. Faintly, you can hear the pitter patter of his heart beat bursting through his rib cage.
"Would you love me even if I was a horrendous looking-failure?" you were clearly teasing him, but sometimes Izuku became dense when it came to that.
"Y/n! W-Why would you ask that! Of course I would you dummy! I'd love you no matter what."
This time you return the favor and kiss him, knowing how to easily fluster him in seconds. He whimpers into your mouth at the sudden contact and cups your jawline affectionately.
The two of you stayed like that till the moon shone through the balcony curtains, illuminating your skin in a dusty glow.
Lips bruised and swollen red, you laid lifelessly in his arms, letting him wove his scarred fingers through your hair. Izuku would occasionally stop to peck your lips, then resumes his attention back to your hair.
"I'm sorry by the way. I shouldn't have kept you up last night before the exam. I'm such a horrible boyfriend..." he admitted suddenly.
"Yes. Yes you are."
He gasped and stopped his movements altogether, obviously taken aback by your blunt words.
You giggled and said, "Kidding. You're the best boyfriend. Apology accepted.”
After hearing that, Izuku shoved himself onto your chest and let out muffled cry. "D-Don't scare me like that. Almost made me have a heart a-attack!"
#mha imagines#mha x reader#bakugou headcanons#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bnha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugou x you#bakugou fluff#bakugou imagine#bnha izuku#midoriya izuku#izuku x you#izuku x reader#midoriya x y/n#midoriya x you#midoriya headcanons#deku x you#deku x reader
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Man Crush Monday
Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.
None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me unless stated otherwise. Full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.
A/N: I know this is a lil late lol but this is part of my Smut Week writing challenge which you can find here. Hope yall enjoy Producer Zab!
Length: 1,431 words
Genre: Smut
It was a rainy Monday night when Jade was scrolling through her IG feed. Just when she was bored of the app, she got a notification that her favorite producer, Zabdiel posted to his page. Clicking on it, Jade was met with the best site she’d ever seen. There he was, in all his sweaty glory, in his custom home gym. Jade moaned at the site and decided to be a little bold. She clicked on the post share button and posted him to her story with the caption “Mmmmm looking fine. #MCM” Unbeknownst to Jade, a fellow fan who followed her, saw her post and decided to screenshot it and tag him and Jade both. Jade was a singer with moderate fame and a small following on various social media sites so it was a big deal when she posted other celebs. Jade decided to call it a night and soon was off to sleep.
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The next morning she awoke to the incessant buzzing of her phone and a missed facetime from her bestie Malina. She didn’t bother with her notifications but chose to return Malina’s call.
“Malina girl what’s up.” Jade spoke as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.
“Well judging by your calm ass demeanor, I guess you haven’t been on ig or twitter?” Malina said.
“Uhhh no. Did something happen?” Jade asked.
“Girl! You’re blowing up! Apparently some fan accounts of Zabdiel caught your story and posted it on their pages. Well Zabdiel saw it and reposted it.” Malina said. Jade damn near short circuited when Malina said that last bit.
“Malina, imma call you back.” Jade hung up and immediately checked her instagram. She had thousands of notifications. She checked her dms and almost passed out. There on top was a dm from Zabdiel himself.
“Hey sorry if this is weird but I saw the post and I’m flattered. I’m going to this industry party later on tonight and I saw your name was also on the guestlist and was wondering if we could meet in person.
Jade had to compose herself before she responded or else she’d definitely make a fool of herself.
“Shit I’m just now seeing this. Yeah I’ll be there tonight and I’d love to meet up. See you tonight!
Jade was just about to exit her dms when she saw he replied with a smiley face. She liked his response then sat her phone on her side table and decided to get ready for her day.
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She arrived at the party a little late due to her indecisiveness. After she tore her closet apart, she finally settled on a simple black long sleeved crop top with a red plaid skirt, and some black doc martens.
She walked into the venue and was immediately hit with the smell of weed. She also took note that there was a group of ppl doing lines of coke at a vip table. Jade made her way to the open bar and ordered herself a watermelon whisky sour. Zabdiel spotted her as soon as she walked in thanks to her posting her look on ig beforehand. He made his way over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Jade?” Zabdiel asked.
“Zabdiel! Hey!” Jade said. Giving him a hug. She marveled in his sweet, cinnamon scent.
“You’re better looking in person, well you fine as hell so I don’t know what I was expecting.” Zabdiel spoke.
“And you’re taller in person. Gotta admit, I was expecting a hobbit or something.” Jade joked. Zabdiel was amused, especially since he towered over her.
“Well I’m glad I could disappoint you.” He joked back. Their banter went on for a bit before they found a vip table to sit and talk. They talked about music and Jade was taken aback when Zabdiel admitted that he listened to her music.
“Wait really? Quick, what’s your favorite song?” Jade inquired.
“Oh that’s easy. Don’t Tempt me is by far my favorite song of yours. Your vocals were like fucking butter on that shit. I wanted to remix it when I first heard it.” Zab said.
“Well what stopped you?” Jade asked.
“I wanted you to sing on it.” Zabdiel said. Jade smiled at that and finished off her drink. After talking for a little bit more. Zabdiel and Jade made their rounds then dipped from the party.
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Jade and Zabdiel were jamming out to some of his unreleased tracks in his home studio. Jade insisted on hearing some more of his music and Zabdiel happily agreed. They were going back and forth posting each other on their ig stories, causing a frenzy amongst their fans.
“I bet our fans are dying right now.” Jade laughed. A new unreleased track played and Jade got hype. She loved songs that made her wanna shake her ass and that’s exactly what she did. What she didn’t know was that Zab was filming and posting a video of her twerking to his ig story.
“Did I tell you how fine you were already?’ Zabdiel said as he moved closer to her. Jade smiled at him and turned to face him. She ran her finger down his chest and smirked.
“You did but I don’t mind you telling me again.” Jade smiled then leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back and smiled at him. She got up to move but he grabbed her and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he trapped her between his warm body and the wall. Zabdiel kissed her, more passionately this time. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, making her moan as she sucked on it. They made out for a bit before Zabdiel fell back onto a sofa in his studio, Jade in his lap. She was grinding on him, feeling him get hard. Zabdiel moved his hand so that it was positioned near her warm heat. He started rubbing languid circles on her clothed pussy. Her moans were music to his ears. He sped up his movements until he felt her wetness seep through her underwear. Jade was a mess and he loved it.
“I wanna fuck you so bad. You want me to fuck you babygirl?” Zabdiel asked.
“Yes. I want you to fuck me so fucking bad.” Jade moaned. Zabdiel didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed his pant’s down just enough for his dick to pop out. Jade was mesmerized. He was bigger than she was used to but she was gonna take it like a big girl. Jade jerked him off a few times then spit on his dick. She pulled her underwear to the side and sank down on his length. She marveled at the fullness she felt. Zabdiel almost bust right then and there.
“Fuck you’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around my dick baby.” Zabdiel sighed. Jade started bouncing on his dick, biting her lip to conceal a loud moan that threatened to escape her mouth.
“God you feel so good inside me…...fuuuuuuuck.” Jade moaned. She got into a squat position and rode Zabdiel’s dick. He was in heaven and felt himself about to cum. He lifted her shirt, revealing her bare breast. He took her left one in his mouth while he played with the right. As he continued sucking on her left nipple, he moved his other hand to her clit and rubbed quick circles. Jade felt herself about to burst. Her movements got sloppier as her orgasm came crashing down upon her. Jade sat fully on his dick, attempting to milk him for all he was worth.
“Yes that’s it baby, ride this dick. Fuck I’m cumming shit…..shiiiiitttt.” Zabdiel moaned. Jade hopped off of him and got down on her knees. She caught every last drop of cum as it shot out of his dick. She stuck her tongue out to show him that she’d swallowed it all, Zabdiel smiled. She was a keeper.
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“You should produce my debut album.” Jade said as she laid on Zabdiel’s sofa watching him work.
“Damn. Dick was so good you're giving me jobs now?” He laughed.
“Don’t get cocky. I’ve always wanted to work with you but my management wouldn’t let me reach out to you. Thank god you slid in my dms though.” Jade said, giving him a smile.
“I’m glad too. If you really want me to, I'll produce your shit, on one condition though. You go out on a date with me.” Zabdiel said.
“Hmmmm………..okay.” Jade said.
“So it’s a date?” Zab asked.
“It’s a date.” Jade smiled.
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Forbidden IV
The final part is here! It is an open ending and rather short, but I’m happy with it. I’ve realized that I love Killmonger fics with a Wakanda setting, so I think from now on all of my fics will be based there.
Warnings: cursing
You were tempted to look away as Mylene stared you down, waiting for an answer. Spirit was silent, seemingly frozen on the other side of the car as she looked between you two. The silence was heavy, thick with tension, and the longer it went on, the more tense it became. She crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at you, and you let out a shaky breath.
“Yes.”
She pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to laugh, before looking away with a shake of her head.
“…I’m sorry,” you whispered, and you meant it.
“I am too. Let me guess… You’re gonna need some time, right? You can’t really come around because of Erik…”
“What happened won’t have anything to do with you-.”
“But it always does!”
She was glaring at you, now, eyes sad.
“They always say the same thing you just did. They’ll tell me they need time because being around me will just make them think of my brother and whatever fuckshit he did. A few days turns into a few weeks…then months until I have to start looking for a new friend,” she complained.
“Mylene…”
You had heard it all before, and being reminded of how Erik always ruined her friendships made you feel even worse.
“It’s honestly a fucking miracle that I was able to hold onto the two of you as long as I did. You know how my brother is, you know how he operates, and every damn time it ends the same way. Every time,” she breathed.
You walked towards her, and you could see that she wanted to cry.
“Not this time,” you assured her. “I promise. You’re like a sister to me, and I would be even dumber than I already feel if I actually let Erik ruin what we have.”
She sniffed and blinked at you.
“You mean that?”
You nodded, and she did too before taking a deep breath.
“Okay. Okay, I believe you. Let’s go before I turn around and beat my brother’s ass.”
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The car ride was silent, and you could tell that both of them wanted to ask what happened. What had caused the mess you all had just left behind. It wasn’t that you didn’t know how to put it into words, because you did. You probably had too many words ready for what had just happened to you, but…
You were embarrassed.
Embarrassed to tell them what happened, embarrassed to tell them how Erik had played you, and how you had let him. After all, you knew what he was like, always had. He had made you feel stupid, and you hated that more than anything. You had let your grief blind you to what you already knew about Erik, and in turn, he’d made you feel stupid.
“…what happened?”
You glanced in the rearview mirror, eyes connecting with those of Spirit with a sigh.
“He played me. I’ll tell you what happened when I don’t wanna shove my head in the dirt anymore, but all you need to know right now is that he played me. He humiliated me, and I don’t want anything to do with him,” you responded.
“Are you gonna tell Hakeem?” Mylene asked as she pulled into your driveway.
You let out a humorless chuckle, and you wanted to cry.
“I should. Hakeem would kill him, so I definitely should…”
You eventually shook your head though.
“…but that’s not me. I’m just gonna have to take this ‘L’.”
You got out the car, and your best friends followed. As you approached your door, you found that you really didn’t want to be alone. You stopped with your hand on the door and had barely turned around when Mylene wrapped her arms around you.
“You want us to stay?”
You nodded, chest and throat unbelievably tight all of a sudden. Spirit laid her hand on your arm, and you let the three of you inside.
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Your entire face felt tight the next morning, your eyes being the worst of it. After going to your room, Spirit had brough out the hooch your parents left under the kitchen sink. It wasn’t long before you were telling them everything that had happened, filling Mylene in on what had happened from the very beginning.
You had tried your best, but you couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted to. It wasn’t like you were head over heels for Erik or anything, not even close, but you had believed him. You had stupidly believed him, and he had fooled you. You don’t know when the alcohol got the best of you, but sometime in the night the three of you had passed out.
There was a faint pounding that you could register, and it took a minute for you to realize that someone was knocking on the front door. Mylene was up before you, her being a light sleeper and everything. You slowly got up as she opened your door, and you could hear voices. The knocking had stopped, and you looked back to find Spirit still asleep. You reached up and groaned, realizing that in your drunken state you had failed to tie your hair up.
You approached the door, ready to go and see what was going on, but Mylene seemed to recognize one of the voices before you did.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled, immediately backing up and slamming the door closed.
“What’s going on?” you mumbled.
“Erik’s here,” she said, looking at you with wide eyes.
You blinked, processing what she said before frowning.
“What?”
“He’s talking to Hakeem. I don’t…”
You didn’t let her finish, walking past her and flinging the door open. Sure enough, you could hear his voice and you stomped towards the front door. The sadness that had come from the humiliation was gone, only anger was left. Erik’s dark eyes fell on you as you approached, standing just behind your brother. Hakeem must have noticed his expression because he turned his head, frowning in confusion at you.
“Erik said he’s here to talk to you…”
The statement was worded like a question, as if Hakeem wanted to know why. You wanted to know why too.
“Why the fuck are you here?”
If Hakeem was surprised by your animosity, he didn’t show it, only frowning deeper as you glared at Erik.
“I wanna talk to you-.”
“I don’t have anything to say to you. Leave,” you spat.
“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Hakeem demanded.
“Nothing. I just don’t want him here,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.
Hakeem looked between the two of you with a shake of his head.
“Nah, something’s going on-.”
“Erik fucked (Y/N).”
Your eyes widened, and both you and your brother turned around to stare at Mylene. She stood behind you, mimicking your stance as she glared at Erik.
“Mylene-!”
“He fucked her, and then he bragged to all of his friends about it,” she snitched, glancing at Hakeem, avoiding your eyes.
You had barely opened your mouth to say something to him when he practically flew through the doorway. By the time your eyes finally landed on them, they were in the yard throwing punches and waking up all the neighbors.
“Mylene, what the hell is wrong with you?” you screamed.
By now, Spirit was awake, running out of your room with wide eyes, confusion overtaking exhaustion on her face.
“Erik has been doing this for too long, (Y/N)! I’m sick of it. He treats girls like trash, always had, and my friends have never been an exception, but I thought… I thought you were different to him. He knows how much you mean to me, and after all these years I thought you’d be different. I never thought he’d do it to you too.”
You blinked at her.
“When he hurt you, he hurt me too. So yeah, I told Hakeem, because he deserves to get his ass beat,” she said with finality, not an ounce of regret on her face.
You understood her, really you did, but you couldn’t let Hakeem get arrested or some shit over Erik. You ran outside, and Spirit followed. You attempted to break it up, both of you grabbing your brother’s arms as he hovered over Erik.
“You foul, Erik! You foul as shit, and imma kill you!”
“Hakeem, stop! Please,” you pleaded. “Somebody is gonna call the cops soon, and you don’t want to get arrested behind him, do you?”
Hakeem glared at Erik, chest heaving as he let you pull him up. Erik sat up, resting one arm on his bent leg as he spat blood put of his mouth and onto the ground. Erik looked up at you, and you looked away, avoiding his eyes.
“Nah, don’t look at her. Look at me,” Hakeem sneered.
“Man, Hakeem-.”
“Shut yo bitch ass up! You come around here again, and imma kill you. You even so much as breathe in the direction of my sister, and imma kill you. You even think about blowin’ up my phone, and imma kill you.”
Erik glared back at him for a while before nodding.
“We clear?”
“Yeah…yeah,” Erik said.
It seemed like it took everything in Hakeem to walk away. Spirit eventually followed, and you stayed, finally looking at Erik as he did the same.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). That’s what I wanted to tell you…”
You didn’t know how to respond to that, and you sadly shook your head before following your brother. Erik said he was sorry, and the crazy part was that you think he meant it. If you had learned anything though, it was that you weren’t as good of a judge of character as you had thought. Whether or not Erik was truly sorry, only time would tell.
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I don’t have anything specific but college Erik is my favorite Erik 🥰🥰🥰
Title: Study Buddy (Lame ass title I but I couldn’t come up withanything else lmao)
College!Erik X Black!Reader
Summary: Erik helps you study for your TEAS exam
Warnings: Language, Slight smut (my first time bear with me)
This would be my first time writing college!erik but I hope you enjoy it. This subject is currently relating to me because I’ve been studying for the entrance exam for nursing, so here it goes!
The both of you were currently onspring break, however, while your roommates went home, you decided to stay atcampus to study for the TEAS exam and your boyfriend Erik is staying with yousince he doesn’t have any family outside of you. Since this test was one of theonly things, besides your grades, that was standing between you and the nursingprogram, you made it very clear that there couldn’t be much fooling around asyou were taking the test in two weeks time.
The two of you were sitting on yourcouch in your campus apartment. Your books and notes litters on the coffeetable. There was a highlighter between your teeth and a pen between your indexand middle fingers. You were deeply engrossed in your notes focusing on thescience section in particular seeing as it was the most important section ofthe exam.
You could feel Erik staring a holein the back of your neck, so you sit up and squint your eyes at him.
“I thought you were gonna help mestudy.”
“You tryna be in them books, I’m tryna be in them guts. It’s beena minute since I seen you baby girl, I miss you.” Erik proceeds to startkissing your neck and while you missed him too, God knows you did, you couldn’t be distracted at themoment. You shrug him off of you and mush his face trying to push him to theother side of the couch not caring about the fact that he was so fucking bulkyhe didn’t budge, he snorts at your effort.
“Daka you know this test isimportant,” You whine. “I can’t be fucking around I need at least an 85% onthis thing.”
He sighs, knowing you were rightand not willing to come between you and your education. He had faith that youwould pass considering you excelled in your prerequisite courses. You were everthe over achiever, willing to succeed by any means necessary. He could recallnot being able see or talk to you for days, when you were in high school andthroughout your time in college because you had to study for exams or completeprojects and papers. Hell, if it weren’t Spring Break this would undoubtedly beone of those times. Trust and believe he was the same way, but for the week hejust wanted to lay up under his girl.
“Aight, how about this, every timeyou get an answer right, I’ll kiss you wherever you want.” The proposition, ascorny and cliché as it was, piqued your interest. As fly as Erik was, he’s had his fair share of being a cornballsometimes.
“Is this to help me or to helpyou?” You ask.
“I’m helping the both of us getwhat we need, princess.” Surely you weren’t gonna pass up on his offer. Youthink why the hell not.
“Ard, quiz me.”
Excited, he grabs one of the studybooks and tells you that they’ll do science questions sincethat’s what you’ve been focusing on for that particular day, then flips the pages to the back of thebook where the practice questions were. He looks over the question beforeraising his head to meet my eyes. His gaze makes you squirm.
“First question: What crystallinesolid contains ionic bonds with the least covalent character?”
You scrunch yourface up. “So, you just gon come out the gate with the hard questions? Youknow I hate chemistry.”
“Ion give a fuck, you answering thequestion. Tic toc lil nigga.” You kiss your teeth and think hard. Chemistry wasnever your strong suit. In all honesty you still don’t know how you managed topull a ‘B’. Must’ve been by the grace of God. Finally, you just give upand guess.
“I don’t know, Sodium?”
There was a pause for about fiveseconds before he lets out this obnoxious buzzing noise scaring the living shitout of you.
“DAMN NIGGA! Did you have to be sofucking loud?!”
“Did you have to be so wrong?”
“Don’t make me smack you Erik.”
“You ain’t slapping shit over here,I dare you.” You roll your eyes.
“Anyway, what’s the answer,” you ask impatiently.
“Lithiumfluoride. We coming back to that question.”
“Or we canskip chem all together,” you mutter.
“NOT ON MYWATCH!” He yells as he slams his hand down on the book startling you onceagain.
“Aight,Iyanla Vanzant wannabe next question!”
He flipsthrough some pages again saying more slick shit under his breath. Some thingsto the effect of ‘not letting his babyfuck up her grade cause she don’t know the difference between coefficients andcovalent bonds. She gon learn today.’ When you think about it, it’s reallysweet, but he can be so damn aggravating. He finally finds another question andreads.
“What eventoccurs simultaneously with the end of systole?” This one you definitely knew.
“The rightventricular pressure reaches a minimum value.” Erik grins.
“That’s whatI’m talkin bout baby! Where you want it?”
You thinkabout where you want to be kissed and remember he didn’t kiss you when he camethrough the door earlier, he only greeted you with a weak ass half hug becausehe was on the phone when he walked in, which he knows you hate but themotherfucker still does it anyway.
You thenpoint to your lips with a pout. “I never got my kiss when you came in, justsome lame ass hug.”
“My bad mama,I was handling business.”
“I know.” Andyou knew exactly what that business was.
Erik goingaway on his secret missions, coming home bruise, bloodied, and new additions ofscars to his body. Of course, you didn’t like seeing him that way and everytime you fussed over him and cleaned him up, he’d remind you that this was allpart of the plan that he was destined for something, greater and that our timewould come.
You’rebrought out of your thoughts by the feeling of Erik’s soft full lips on yours. Youinstantly start kissing him back, your hands grip his forearms, longing tobring him closer. He leans more toward you, his large frame towering over youas he deepens the kiss. You lean back further into the couch and allow him torest between your legs. He brings one of his hands to your next and it reststhere for a second, then you feel the slight pressure of Erik squeezing yourneck with just enough pressure that causes you to gasp, letting his tongueenter your mouth. The taste of him is unreal, even after all these years ofbeing with him, kissing him like this, he still tastes better than the firsttime you kissed him. You let his tongue dominate yours and roam around in yourmouth. You let a small moan leave your mouth and get an ‘mhm’ in reply. Thebass in his voice sends a shock down your spine and straight to your core. Youmoan again as you feel the wetness between your thighs.
The sound ofthe book falling to the floor caused you to break apart. Erik gives you one morepeck and pulls away, picking up the book and flipping back to the questions asif nothing happened. Meanwhile you’re a panting mess lying on the couch.
“Come on lilbit, we gotta finish.”
Not wantingto move, you pout. “But-” He quickly interrupts.
“Ion wannahear that whining shit, you said you wanted to study so that’s what we doing.Sit ya thick ass up and get to work.”
“Ok” you sayin a hushed tone as you reluctantly sat up.
“Aight nextquestion…”
After a answeringa series of questions, getting only a few wrong and being subjected to Erik’sloud ass buzzing noise and the ones you got right, well… let’s just stay you’reglad you won’t really have to step out of the house for the week. You bothagreed to avoid kissing the lips to avoid further distraction. So, you had himkiss you in simpler places, your forehead, cheeks, the back of your hands. Butwhen he got to your neck and torso, you would’ve thought Erik was a wild animalthe way he marked you up. Dark hickies littered your neck and torso. What wassupposed to be a light peck and nibble, turn into a ravishing of your body. Hewas now examining his work with pride.
“And when wego out, you ain’t covering them shits either.” You scoff and roll your eyes asyou examine yourself in the mirror with horror.
“N’Jadaka Ican’t leave the house looking like this!”
“You thinkthat I give a fuck? Cause I don’t. You mine and everybody gonna know it. Andwhen they fade Imma put more on you.”
“Everybody oncampus already knows that I’m yourstrust me. You ain’t marking up my body no more nigga.”
“We’ll seebout that shit.” You make your way toward the couch with a yawn, ready to bedone with this study session. Your brain was officially fried, and you justwanted to go to bed.
“Aightprincess last question. You get this one right and I’ll pick where I get tokiss you ok?”
“Ok,” You sayready and nervous for the next question.
“What hormonehas rapid effects that are similar to effects associated with the activation ofthe sympathetic nervous system?”
You almostdrew a blank. You had studied the endocrine system from top to bottom and itwas just on the tip of your tongue.
“Thyroidhormone?”
There was along pause and you almost disappointed that you got it wrong until…
“YEAH BABY!HELLYEAH! WHO GETTING IN THAT NURSING PROGRAM? YOU GOT THAT SHIT IN THE BAG”his shouting startled you but excited you all the same. Erik picks you up andspins you around showering your face with kisses making you giggle. He settlesyou down to your feet and looks you deep in your eyes. His dark eyes staringinto the very depth of your soul.
“You got thisshit Y/N. No matter how much you doubt or worry or stress you one of thesmartest people I know. You getting ya ass in that program and you gon killthat shit. And know, no matter what happens, I got you, for life. You hear me?”
You stare upat him with tear in your eyes. You never thought it could be possible to lovein even more than you did in this moment. Struggling to find the words to say,you say the only words you can form. “I love you baby.”
“I love you more.Now lemme give you your reward. Lay down on the couch.”
You excitedlylay back look at Erik in all his glory. All you can think is how could you havegotten so lucky. You watch as he removes his hoodie with the shirt underneathto reveal his muscular form and scar riddled chest. You lick your lips inanticipation.
“You gon letDaddy reward you?” his voice was low and husky; his eyes were filled with lust.You bite your lower lip and nod your head.
“I need wordsbaby.”
“Yes please.”
He settles himselfbetween my legs like before. He places his lips on your and you start to kissback. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and you moan into his mouth. Erikreleases your lips and trails more kisses down your neck, and you moan somemore. Everything about him drove you insane. You sit up and remove your shirtand bra. Erik immediately start put the left breast in his mouth, twirling histongue around the nipple letting the bud harden. You arch your back as he gentlybites the nipple.
“Ah!” yougasp.
“You alrightbabygirl.” Erik asks blowing air on the wet mound, making your nipple hardeneven more.
“Yes.”
He gives you anotherkiss, repeats the actions on the other breast. He works his way down, nippingand licking your torso until he gets to the top of your shorts. You sit up on yourforearms and watch with anticipation. Erik looks up and peers at you intently.
“You ready?”
“I’m ready” yousay breathlessly.
He begins toslide your shorts off at an agonizingly slow pace and to his delight, you weren’twearing any underwear. He throws your shorts to the floor.
“Look at thatshit,” he hissed, dragging a finger along your glistening slit and you moan at thetouch. “You so fuckin wet, who all this for?”
It’s for yo-fuuuckkkk” You were cut off as her slid a finger inside your core. He leans forward,brining his lips to your ear.
“I didn’thear you, who you said it was for.” His voice was even deeper, and it was drivingyou crazy as he start to pump his finger inside you, brushing your spot withevery movement. You moan louder
“It’s for youDaddy!” That gains a growl from him.
“That’sfuckin right!” He inserts another finger and pumps faster, massaging your clitwith his thumb. You were panting at this point, gripping the back of the couchholding on for dear life.
“It feels sogood.” You cried.
“You bout tofeel even better.” He sits up, removes his fingers, brings them to his mouth andstarts to suck every drop of your juices, never taking his eyes off you. Youshudder. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and licks his lips.
“Damn yousweet.”
He lower himselfbetween your legs and began to kiss your inner thighs, nipping all the way downto your core. He smacks a loud kiss right on your clit.
“MWAH! Love thatpussy!”
“Stop playin,E.” you giggled.
“Ain’t nobodyplayin. I’m showing this pussy some love, putting respect on her name.”
“Are youfinished or are you done?” you decided to go alone with the Bird Man reference.
He growls andyanks you toward him throwing your legs over his shoulders and began devouringyour pussy.
“Shit!”
He sucked onyour clit hard, swirling his tongue around it repeatedly. Erik dragged his tongueup and down dipping it inside your core every time. He lifted his face and spaton my clit, beard wet and all.
“Goddamn,”you say. “You so fuckin sexy keep doing that shit.”
“My pleasure.”
“Nigga thisain’t Chic-fil-a, eat my pussy!”
“You gon shutthat smart shit up Y/N keep playin.”
“Keep eatinand I won’t have nothing to say.”
He muttersabout having something for your ass later then lowers his head once again. Hebrought his face to your wetness once more and sucked on the clit while movingtwo fingers inside of you at a fast past. You gripped his dreads in one hand ashe curls his fingers to hit your spot once again.
“Fuck yess!” youscream feeling so close, you were almost there.
“Cum for mebabygirl, gimme that shit.” His words were more than enough to bring you to theedge. Your back arched as you moaned loudly, you could feel your wallstightening around his fingers. Erik lapped up your release, a deep growl camefrom his throat.
“So fuckin sweet.I’d eat you all day everyday if I could.” He kisses his way up your body as youpanted in exhaustion finally reaching your lips. He kissed you deeply dippinghis tongue in your mouth. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Hereleases you from his mouth and looks you in the eyes.
“You likeyour reward?” you smiled.
“Yes, thankyou study buddy.”
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summer lovin’ (happened so fast) (branjie)
“Yeah, I think Vanjie’s trade. I think she’s very handsome”
This confession, for once, was not forced.
A/N: This is a very cliche thing to do, to write canon down through my own interpretation and additions but I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Leave a comment what you think about it <3 ((yes I'm pretty obsessed with the idea of Vanessa leaving glitter everywhere she goes and it's probably gonna be a reoccurring theme that's my aesthetic™ forgive me))
AO3
She had a hard time filming these confessions. There was something very unnatural for someone to sit with a camera so close to your face and just talk, mostly talk shit about other people. Brooke was not that kind of person. She was also well aware of how your words could be easily taken out of context to make an entertaining edit so she watched herself. She didn’t want to get into any drama, just focus on the challenges and do her best. She still believed, maybe somehow naively so, that getting screen time and providing interesting content behind the scenes didn’t get you to the top. What you showed on the runway did.
Brooke had met some of the queens before they started filming the show, or at least has heard about them and knew them from social media. She was close with Nina West and has talked to some of the other contestants so it was hard to comment on them in terms of first impressions. The Canadian queen already had a vague idea of who she wanted to spend her time with during the show and who she didn’t want to end up working with during group challenges.
“Who do you think is trade?”
“You mean like ‘hot’? Who do I find hot?”
She thought of it for a second and went back to her first moments in the werkroom. There were many queens she would call attractive out of drag, more or less her type. But to Brooke it was never about just somebody’s face or body; it was about the way they held themselves in relation to how they looked and there was one person that captured her attention in particular. She wasn’t sure if she’s heard her first or caught a glimpse of red across the room but Vanessa Vanjie Mateo was not someone who went unnoticed in a crowd. It already was a gag of the season that she came back and she served it from the start with her entrance look. Brooke thought she looked beautiful, so different from the trainwreck of a look that she was last seen in on the show. And then the infamous moment of untucking came. All the queens taking their faces off and keeping their eyes wide open, scanning the room, giving out scores on their own. Brooke was not too self-conscious; many years of dance training shaped her body nicely so when she walked around in an undone khaki shirt she felt some eyes on her. And then when she looked across the room she caught sight of Vanessa standing shirtless, wig off and makeup partly removed with a towel, sparkling all over from the insane amount of glitter she liked to put on herself. She was pretty tiny and toned, which somehow made the Canadian queen smile to herself. With how loud and charismatic she was it was easy to forget she was not the tallest; she didn’t take a lot of space physically, but she claimed it by spirit. The remaining gold glitter contrasted nicely with her cinnamon-colored, smooth skin. Brooke looked away before she got caught staring.
“Yeah, I think Vanjie’s trade. I think she’s very handsome”
This confession, for once, was not forced.
It still hasn’t settled in. The fact that she won the first challenge. Not only the first Canadian queen on the show but also the first winner of season 11. It was all a blur of voices, happiness bubbling up her throat, the deep blue bodysuit clinging to her body in all the right places, that she desperately wanted to climb out of. The queens said their goodbyes and wrote their notes to Soju and before they knew it, they were out of drag and dragging their tired bodies to the van that would take them to the hotel. Brooke took a seat by the window and closed her eyes, listening to the other contestants chatting excitedly, expecting Nina to sit by her side. A loud, rough voice startled her from her quick nap; one that was unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.
“Congrats on your win, girl!” Vanessa’s smile was so broad it must have hurt her face. She looked so carefree and happy, like a child that just got their first puppy as a birthday gift.
“Congrats on making it through the first challenge.” It might have sounded meanspirited said by anyone else to any other queen, probably taken as shade but Brooke was smiling and she knew Vanessa wouldn’t take it as an insult. Instead, she seemed so excited to have survived the first episode she was almost bouncing off of walls, or at least the inside of the car.
“Thanks. I won’t let them send my ass packing so easily this season. Imma show these hoes that I’m more than just a meme. Especially when the competition is a fierce ass one. Your ass included.”
“Didn’t think you’d pay this much attention to my ass.”
“Mhm, you’d be surprised.”
Brooke opened her eyes in a flash and looked at Vanessa. She was sitting on her bent leg, the other one dangling from the seat, her body twisted towards Brooke’s. Their knees were so close they would brush against each other if the driver hit a bump on the road. There was a mischievous glint in her tired eyes and a daring promise hidden in the corner of her smirking lips. A few silver specks of glitter hid in the dips and planes of her collarbones and they shined whenever they drove by a streetlight. It looked like a never-before-seen constellation, one Brooke suddenly wanted to be the first one to discover.
She has heard stories about fooling around with your fellow queens or rather what bad of an idea that was. On the other hand, the lack of physical contact during the weeks of filming was a running joke between all the contestants and what a pain in the ass it was to all the men in wigs, pun intended. Having someone to flirt with, to let off some steam during the scarce unsupervised moments sounded inviting. The fact that they had actual chemistry was not bad either. The only thing Brooke couldn’t let happen was getting too much in her head and letting emotions take charge of her course to victory. But that she could do. Or so she thought.
They could call it off before anything even happened, blame it on shameless, innocent flirting and never go back to it again. Vanessa could touch her arm, get up and leave the van, they would smile at each other over breakfast and remain friendly during the challenges. Remain friends, no benefits added. Vanjie had already asked the question, now it was all up to Brooke to give the answer.
The van suddenly came to a halt. She didn’t even realize they had already arrived at the hotel’s parking lot. The rest of the queens started standing up, still loud, still laughing, very much oblivious to the exchange that still hung in the air and a sinking feeling sat low in Brooke Lynn’s stomach that meant a missed opportunity. Silky was making her deafening way to the front doors and tugged Vanessa with her before she had a chance to add anything else. Brooke sighed and got out of the car as well, the warm Californian air enveloping her skin like a mist. It was only their first week, much could still happen. Given that both of them stayed on the show, that it. There was a specific scent that Brooke always associated with the summertime, of concrete pavement at night cooling down after a whole day of soaking in scorching sunrays. She couldn’t wait to stand on the balcony adjacent to her room, damp skin drying from the shower and a calming cigarette between her lips, winding down after the day and mentally preparing herself for the hardships of the next one.
Most of the queens were already stepping into the lobby, Brooke being the last one to reach the building when she heard Vanessa yelling and already walking fast back outside.
“Go ahead, Mary. I left something in the van. Don’t wait up.”
She grabbed the taller queen by the hand, their fingers intertwining automatically, and Brooke only had a moment to notice how small and smooth her palm actually was, before she was being led behind the corner and backed up against the rough wall of the hotel. Vanessa pulled her down by the shirt and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. Brooke wasn’t sure whether it was the element of surprise or just the tension building between them the whole day but it felt different from any kiss she has ever shared with anyone before. Like an electrifying spark that made her heart beat so fast, she was sure Vanjie could feel it, with how she was pressed against her chest.
It ended almost as fast as it started and Brooke tried to follow Vanessa’s lips, to steal one more kiss for later, to imprint the feel of the other one’s touch into her body and carry it like a honey-sweet ghost of a memory tucked in her ribcage, just under her heart. Vanessa smiled, so proud of herself, gently rocking at the heels of her feet, looking up at Brooke with something akin to wonder in her own eyes. Like she just got something she wasn’t prepared for but was pleasantly surprised. Brooke just noticed another glistening dot of glitter rested on her cupid bow. She wanted to kiss it off. Every single one adoring her collarbones, shoulders and the rest of her body.
“We better get going. Before we get busted for, y’know.” Vanessa’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet and hoarse. It made something hot twist in Brooke’s stomach.
“Yeah. You’re right.”
They started at each other, savoring the moment, not knowing when they would have another chance to be this close and this alone. Despite silently agreeing on this thing being purely physical, something shifted in the air between them, in the breath they kept sharing. That overwhelming need that would sometimes come after the bodies and senses were already satisfied, that need for a different kind of closeness. Vanessa let go of Brooke’s shirt and slid her hands down the taller queen’s arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake, before stopping to lace their fingers together one more time. It somehow felt more meaningful than the heated exchange. Brooke ushered that thought to the back of her mind before she could start second-guessing and panicking over those weird feelings.
“I guess I’ll see you later, Miss Brooke Lynn.”
“I hope so, Miss Vanjie.”
She waited a minute before she followed the other queen, not wanting to expose them to any unwanted attention and suspicious questions. It was way too soon to tell what this thing between them would turn into. Maybe there wouldn’t be anything to even talk about. For all she knew they could get each other off a couple of times before calling it quits. Brooke has never been in a relationship but she was familiar with the ins and outs of an arrangement based on sexual appeasement. Then why was she suddenly feeling like she has never done anything like this before?
Back in her room, she stood on her balcony, a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, droplets of water dripping down her toned body, falling silently into the ground. The bitter smoke from the cigarette escaped her lips like fog coming from the wings onto a stage, clouding the Los Angeles dimmed view in front of her. An unexpected shine caught her attention and she brought her hand up to her eyes to observe a lost bit of glitter clinging to her skin.
She ducked her head, smiling, thinking where it came from and how it got there. A suffocating feeling squeezed her chest and it had nothing to do with her smoking.
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summer lovin' (happened so fast) (Branjie) - ohhthereuare
AN: “Yeah, I think Vanjie’s trade. I think she’s very handsome”
This confession, for once, was not forced.
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This is a very cliche thing to do, to write canon down through my own interpretation and additions but I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
((yes I’m pretty obsessed with the idea of Vanessa leaving glitter everywhere she goes and it’s probably gonna be a reoccurring theme that’s my aesthetic™ forgive me))
AO3
She had a hard time filming these confessions. There was something very unnatural for someone to sit with a camera so close to your face and just talk, mostly talk shit about other people. Brooke was not that kind of person. She was also well aware of how your words could be easily taken out of context to make an entertaining edit so she watched herself. She didn’t want to get into any drama, just focus on the challenges and do her best. She still believed, maybe somehow naively so, that getting screen time and providing interesting content behind the scenes didn’t get you to the top. What you showed on the runway did.
Brooke had met some of the queens before they started filming the show, or at least has heard about them and knew them from social media. She was close with Nina West and has talked to some of the other contestants so it was hard to comment on them in terms of first impressions. The Canadian queen already had a vague idea of who she wanted to spend her time with during the show and who she didn’t want to end up working with during group challenges.
“Who do you think is trade?”
“You mean like ‘hot’? Who do I find hot?”
She thought of it for a second and went back to her first moments in the werkroom. There were many queens she would call attractive out of drag, more or less her type. But to Brooke it was never about just somebody’s face or body; it was about the way they held themselves in relation to how they looked and there was one person that captured her attention in particular. She wasn’t sure if she’s heard her first or caught a glimpse of red across the room but Vanessa Vanjie Mateo was not someone who went unnoticed in a crowd. It already was a gag of the season that she came back and she served it from the start with her entrance look. Brooke thought she looked beautiful, so different from the trainwreck of a look that she was last seen in on the show. And then the infamous moment of untucking came. All the queens taking their faces off and keeping their eyes wide open, scanning the room, giving out scores on their own. Brooke was not too self-conscious; many years of dance training shaped her body nicely so when she walked around in an undone khaki shirt she felt some eyes on her. And then when she looked across the room she caught sight of Vanessa standing shirtless, wig off and makeup partly removed with a towel, sparkling all over from the insane amount of glitter she liked to put on herself. She was pretty tiny and toned, which somehow made the Canadian queen smile to herself. With how loud and charismatic she was it was easy to forget she was not the tallest; she didn’t take a lot of space physically, but she claimed it by spirit. The remaining gold glitter contrasted nicely with her cinnamon-colored, smooth skin. Brooke looked away before she got caught staring.
“Yeah, I think Vanjie’s trade. I think she’s very handsome”
This confession, for once, was not forced.
It still hasn’t settled in. The fact that she won the first challenge. Not only the first Canadian queen on the show but also the first winner of season 11. It was all a blur of voices, happiness bubbling up her throat, the deep blue bodysuit clinging to her body in all the right places, that she desperately wanted to climb out of. The queens said their goodbyes and wrote their notes to Soju and before they knew it, they were out of drag and dragging their tired bodies to the van that would take them to the hotel. Brooke took a seat by the window and closed her eyes, listening to the other contestants chatting excitedly, expecting Nina to sit by her side. A loud, rough voice startled her from her quick nap; one that was unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.
“Congrats on your win, girl!” Vanessa’s smile was so broad it must have hurt her face. She looked so carefree and happy, like a child that just got their first puppy as a birthday gift.
“Congrats on making it through the first challenge.” It might have sounded meanspirited said by anyone else to any other queen, probably taken as shade but Brooke was smiling and she knew Vanessa wouldn’t take it as an insult. Instead, she seemed so excited to have survived the first episode she was almost bouncing off of walls, or at least the inside of the car.
“Thanks. I won’t let them send my ass packing so easily this season. Imma show these hoes that I’m more than just a meme. Especially when the competition is a fierce ass one. Your ass included.”
“Didn’t think you’d pay this much attention to my ass.”
“Mhm, you’d be surprised.”
Brooke opened her eyes in a flash and looked at Vanessa. She was sitting on her bent leg, the other one dangling from the seat, her body twisted towards Brooke’s. Their knees were so close they would brush against each other if the driver hit a bump on the road. There was a mischievous glint in her tired eyes and a daring promise hidden in the corner of her smirking lips. A few silver specks of glitter hid in the dips and planes of her collarbones and they shined whenever they drove by a streetlight. It looked like a never-before-seen constellation, one Brooke suddenly wanted to be the first one to discover.
She has heard stories about fooling around with your fellow queens or rather what bad of an idea that was. On the other hand, the lack of physical contact during the weeks of filming was a running joke between all the contestants and what a pain in the ass it was to all the men in wigs, pun intended. Having someone to flirt with, to let off some steam during the scarce unsupervised moments sounded inviting. The fact that they had actual chemistry was not bad either. The only thing Brooke couldn’t let happen was getting too much in her head and letting emotions take charge of her course to victory. But that she could do. Or so she thought.
They could call it off before anything even happened, blame it on shameless, innocent flirting and never go back to it again. Vanessa could touch her arm, get up and leave the van, they would smile at each other over breakfast and remain friendly during the challenges. Remain friends, no benefits added. Vanjie had already asked the question, now it was all up to Brooke to give an answer.
The van suddenly came to a halt. She didn’t even realize they had already arrived at the hotel’s parking lot. The rest of the queens started standing up, still loud, still laughing, very much oblivious to the exchange that still hung in the air and a sinking feeling sat low in Brooke Lynn’s stomach that meant a missed opportunity. Silky was making her deafening way to the front doors and tugged Vanessa with her before she had a chance to add anything else. Brooke sighed and got out of the car as well, the warm Californian air enveloping her skin like a mist. It was only their first week, much could still happen. Given that both of them stayed on the show, that it. There was a specific scent that Brooke always associated with the summertime, of concrete pavement at night cooling down after a whole day of soaking in scorching sunrays. She couldn’t wait to stand on the balcony adjacent to her room, damp skin drying from the shower and a calming cigarette between her lips, winding down after the day and mentally preparing herself for the hardships of the next one.
Most of the queens were already stepping into the lobby, Brooke being the last one to reach the building when she heard Vanessa yelling and already walking fast back outside.
“Go ahead, Mary. I left something in the van. Don’t wait up.”
She grabbed the taller queen by the hand, their fingers intertwining automatically, and Brooke only had a moment to notice how small and smooth her palm actually was, before she was being led behind the corner and backed up against the rough wall of the hotel. Vanessa pulled her down by the shirt and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. Brooke wasn’t sure whether it was the element of surprise or just the tension building between them the whole day but it felt different from any kiss she has ever shared with anyone before. Like an electrifying spark that made her heart beat so fast, she was sure Vanjie could feel it, with how she was pressed against her chest.
It ended almost as fast as it started and Brooke tried to follow Vanessa’s lips, to steal one more kiss for later, to imprint the feel of the other one’s touch into her body and carry it like a honey-sweet ghost of a memory tucked in her ribcage, just under her heart. Vanessa smiled, so proud of herself, gently rocking at the heels of her feet, looking up at Brooke with something akin to wonder in her own eyes. Like she just got something she wasn’t prepared for but was pleasantly surprised. Brooke just noticed another glistening dot of glitter rested on her cupid bow. She wanted to kiss it off. Every single one adoring her collarbones, shoulders and the rest of her body.
“We better get going. Before we get busted for, y’know.” Vanessa’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet and hoarse. It made something hot twist in Brooke’s stomach.
“Yeah. You’re right.”
They started at each other, savoring the moment, not knowing when they would have another chance to be this close and this alone. Despite silently agreeing on this thing being purely physical, something shifted in the air between them, in the breath they kept sharing. That overwhelming need that would sometimes come after the bodies and senses were already satisfied, that need for a different kind of closeness. Vanessa let go of Brooke’s shirt and slid her hands down the taller queen’s arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake, before stopping to lace their fingers together one more time. It somehow felt more meaningful than the heated exchange. Brooke ushered that thought to the back of her mind before she could start second-guessing and panicking over those weird feelings.
“I guess I’ll see you later, Miss Brooke Lynn.”
“I hope so, Miss Vanjie.”
She waited a minute before she followed the other queen, not wanting to expose them to any unwanted attention and suspicious questions. It was way too soon to tell what this thing between them would turn into. Maybe there wouldn’t be anything to even talk about. For all she knew they could get each other off a couple of times before calling it quits. Brooke has never been in a relationship but she was familiar with the ins and outs of an arrangement based on sexual appeasement. Then why was she suddenly feeling like she has never done anything like this before?
Back in her room, she stood on her balcony, a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, droplets of water dripping down her toned body, falling silently into the ground. The bitter smoke from the cigarette escaped her lips like fog coming from the wings onto a stage, clouding the Los Angeles dimmed view in front of her. An unexpected shine caught her attention and she brought her hand up to her eyes to observe a lost bit of glitter clinging to her skin.
She ducked her head, smiling, thinking where it came from and how it got there. A suffocating feeling squeezed her chest and it had nothing to do with her smoking.
#rpdr fanfiction#vanessa vanjie mateo#brooke lynn hytes#branjie#fluff#ohhthereuare#submission#on set fic#canon compliant#s11
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Black and White Part 3
words: 648
a/n: i think this will be the last one in the series ¬\(._.)/¬ but yeah, i hope you like it!
“So you’re not evil then?”
“James, if I have to explain to you why I’m a Death Eater one more time I will slap you.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Remus asked.
“I’ve been on talking terms with you for three weeks and now I’m instantly supposed to trust you?” [Y/N] snorted.
“Good point, but it’s really messed Sirius up.”
“Has he realised that I’m not actually a Death Eater?”
“Yeah, but he’s still pissed off at you.” Remus pointed out.
“He hates me doesn’t he?” [Y/N] sighed.
“Sirius could never hate you.” James smiled at her.
“I know he does.” She smiled sadly, thinking of a certain raven-haired boy.
“We’ll talk to him [Y/N], don’t worry!” Remus called as James Dragged him away.
“Thanks boys!” [Y/N] called after them, turning to look at the stars. By habit she searched the sky for the brightest star, and Sirius shone down on her in it’s place next to Orion. She needed him, she really did.
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When Sirius entered the Great Hall the next morning he immediately knew something was up. James was grinning like a fool and Remus was whispering to him about something. [Y/N], his cousin Andromeda and Cassie were arguing at their house table, and he could feel them glancing at him.
When Sirius reached his place, James smirked at him. “You’ll never guess what just happened!”
“Evans rejected you in an even more attractive way then before?” Sirius joked.
“I got a date with Evans!” James grinned smugly and Sirius choked on his pumpkin juice and stared at the redhead, who turned away, looking embarrassed.
“Hey cuz!” Andie chirped as she suddenly appeared at their table, startling them. “get your butts over here I need to talk to you about something!”
They followed her out of the Great Hall, where Cassie was waiting. “Explain,” Cassie started.
“In detail!” Andie cut in.
“What’s going on with you and [Y/N].” Cassie finished.
“We all know she’s a Death Eater.” Remus added.
“Well that’s it, isn’t it?” Sirius sighed, “how can I date a Death Eater?”
“Because she is risking a lot more than you think by just associating herself with a wherewolf, disowned Black and three blood traitors.” Andie deadpanned.
“But-” Sirius began.
“But what?” Andie said furiously, “she’s hardly eating or sleeping and she could get murdered if she’s found out!”
“I didn’t realise-” Sirius began to say, but was interrupted again.
“You don’t seem to realise much, do you?” James said.
“Leave it to us!” Cassie grinned and left, dragging an annoyed Andie with her.
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“No”
“C’mon [Y/N}!” Cassie begged, “You obviously still like him!”
“He hates me!” [Y/N] replied angrily.
“He’s just pissed off!” Andie said.
“What would you have done?”
“I dunno, but you’re gonna have to talk to him at some point!” Cassie warned.
“Please don’t tell me this is another ‘Cassandra Vance Plans’” [Y/N] groaned.
“Of course it is,” Cassie said, looking deeply offended, “Because my plans always work!”
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“Cassandra Vance you are the most annoyingly cliché person ever!”
“It’s only a broom cupboard, and Sirius.” Cassie called through the door, “and if you two make up, then you’ll be out a lot faster!”
“Fine!” [Y/N] yelled and turned to Sirius, ”Well er, this is awkward.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“Do you hate me?”
“I wish I could.”
“I get it if you don’t want to ever see me again, but can we talk about this? About us?”
“Look, it was wrong of me to assume that you’d instantly trust me, but it still hurt.”
“I know I hurt you, but well, the world ain’t black and white, and I know that I’m definitely not.”
“who is?”
“exactly, so what are we?”
“What do you want us to be?”
“Together.”
“Shit.”
“What?”
“I just realised something.”
“And what was it?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too Sirius.”
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imma post a prompt list and rules page for requests tomorrow. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
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Drunk in love
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Rumplestiltskin/ Mr. Gold x reader
Genres: mention of alcohol, awkwardness, mild fluff
Words: 1.505
Summary: Reader has a one too many drinks which gives her courage to confess her feelings for Gold. Next morning, she has to face the shame - requested by Anonymous
“Don’t do iiit, honey,” Ruby warns, her voice a bit slurred. You’ve been having a girls’ night, you and Emma deciding that after a week of various unexpected events you should finally relax and you definitely earned a drink. Or two.
So, you invited Mary Margaret and Ruby to a club and the four of you are now more or less drunk. And, given that alcohol usually makes it easier to open up, Ruby asked a question about your current love interests.
Mary Margaret only blushed and said she wasn’t interested in anyone in particular. She wasn’t a very good liar but neither of you wanted to embarrass her so you kept your mouths shut.
Ruby confessed that men were more and more boring to her, although she wouldn’t mind hooking up with that cutie sitting by the bar. He was, indeed, good-looking.
Emma mumbled that she had enough of men for the rest of her life and that Henry was her priority at the moment. You’ve never been prouder.
And you… well, tequila definitely went to your head and so, without thinking twice, you told the girl the name of your crush, instantly silencing them all.
After all, nobody would guess that you were head over heels in love with none other than Mister Gold. You can’t tell what precisely made him so irresistible and wanted by you. Maybe it’s his confidence, so close to arrogance? Maybe the way he speaks, that accent of his and smirk, ever present on his face?
Age difference? Please, those trivial things never bothered you. The cane? You don’t give a damn about it. He makes your knees weak, a shiver to run down your spine and a tiny jolt of nervousness to course through you. Never before has a man succeeded in making you both intimidated and drawn to him.
Yet your shyness prevented you from showing your affection in any way. You couldn’t build up courage to even suggest that you liked him, not to mention straight up asking him out.
But now? you felt bolder than ever! Damn, you swear you can move mountains, what’s scary in texting your crush? What can possibly go wrong?
“Bullshit, Imma do it. Just one text, let me see if he’ll text me back, right?”
“Alright, but only one text,” Emma points a finger at you in what’s supposed to be threatening manner but it ends up utterly funny when she accidently bumps your nose. You giggle, taking your phone out of your jacket’s pocket.
“Here comes big nothin’”
You unlock your cell, ignoring missed calls. They’re not important now – you’re a girl on a mission, one that demands your full focus and all the creativity you can muster after having one too many drinks tonight.
You open a new message thread, choose Gold’s number and bite down at your bottom lip, trying to come up with something, anything.
“Text him something along ‘hey, I’m having a drink, wanna join?’” Ruby suggests but Mary Margaret shakes her head.
“No, that’s too straightforward. Just start with ‘hi, how are you?’”
You roll your eyes at her and start typing.
Gold, are you busy? Have a minute to spare to talk to me?
Emma hums in approval, glancing at your phone from over your shoulder.
“That’s a good one. And no typos, very good.”
“Let’s drink to that!” you call, raising your glass and girls cheer loudly, all of you downing another shot of tequila. You grimace slightly, reaching for your phone, a bit disappointed that there’s no reply yet.
“Chill, girl. C’mon, drink up,” Ruby urges with a wide grin and you smile back as she fills your glass. Gosh, you really needed it.
Ten minutes later, as Emma’s venting about Regina and her bossing around, refusing to see Henry and overall, how hard it is to be a sheriff, you check your phone. There’s still no text from Gold, so you decide to send another one.
Blinking to focus your gaze on the screen and the keyboard, you let your thumbs click on the letters.
Ive something 2 tell yuo. Gold, mssg m bakc.
After another shot of tequila you’re not 100% certain whether you sent him more texts or was it just your imagination.
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“Oh, poor thing,” Granny says with a hint of amusement in her voice as you step into the diner, your pale face and pained expression telling enough about how much fun you had the previous night.
“Can I get a coffee, please? Like, a lot of it?” you ask meekly as you slide into a booth, resting your head in your hands. Thank heavens that Emma called a day off today and that Sundays are usually very lazy. You don’t even want to imagine what a efficient cop you’d make today.
“Coffee, scrambled eggs and bacon.”
A plate is put in front of you, after it a large cup with steaming black liquid joins the party and a feeling of gratefulness rushes through you.
“Granny, you’re an angel,” you say fondly and she flashes you a soft smile before returning after the counter.
You take the cup in your hands and blow off the steam few times before taking a careful sip. You sigh with content, feeling much better and frown when your phone vibrates, notifying you about new message. You take it out of your pocket and, much to your horror, there’s a message from Gold.
“Shit,” you murmur, your eyes growing wide and your skin becoming almost white as you look through the text you sent him the previous night. And there was definitely more that those two you remember.
10:39pm - Why r u not massagin me backc, Gold? Am waitin.
10:53pm - Emma says im a fool but im only a fool for u.
10:53pm - Shit
10:55pm - I didnt mean t tell it. listen can we meeeet? I can explain/
11:12pm - Okaay, u dont wanna talk, I get it. but I need u to kno that ive a crush on u.
11:37pm - Gold, pls, say somethn.
11:41pm – dammit. key, forget it.
1:58am – goodnight, Gold.
9:14am – Did you get home safe, Y/N?
You stare at the screen as if the evidence of your shameful behavior can magically wipe itself from your phone, Gold’s phone, yours and his memory and, overly, the history of the world, but it remains there, unchanged.
You heave out a sigh, take another sip of the coffee and with pounding heart you type a response.
Yes.
Are you still in a mood to talk?
Honestly, I want the Earth to swallow me rn.
That would be an unspeakable loss, dearie :)
“The hell?” you murmur, not really understanding what he meant. Is he mocking you? Having fun with you? You can easily visualize him with a smirk on his face as he toys with you, putting you in more and more misery.
But then again… he doesn’t seem to be a man who’d play with other’s feelings.
Y/N, would you mind if I joined you for a breakfast?
Your heart skyrockets as a cold shiver runs down your spine. You’re both excited and terrified but the mixture somehow makes you bolder and so you reply.
Sure, but I look like crap. Feel warned.
I’ll be there in a moment.
You barely put your phone away when the door opens, the bell rings and you will yourself from running in that instant. You lower your head and squeeze your eyes shut, when a figure takes a seat opposite you.
“You lied,” he remarks, his tone hinted with humor and you jerk your head up to look at him.
“What?”
“You don’t look like crap. Quite the opposite, to be honest.”
“Damn, you’re blind? I have the worst hangover ever and I feel like dying, but that’s really nice of you, mister Gold.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Also, about those messages-“
You groan silently, hiding your face in your hands, too ashamed to even glimpse at him. You hear him sigh but he continues.
“- I’m not going to forget it, as you suggested. I’m fluttered that a girl like you harbored a crush on somebody like me but-“
“No, don’t finish it,” you whine and Gold chuckles, noting that you look absolutely adorable when embarrassed. He gently reaches for one of your hands and reveals half of your face.
“Y/N, I just want to ask if you stand by what you texted last night? You’re sober and we can act as if nothing happened, if what you said was untrue.”
“It was, errr…. It was true,” you say quietly, feeling your cheeks warm up with a blush and, much to your relief, Gold smiles brightly, his eyes wrinkling a little.
“Well then… would you do me an honor and go for a dinner with me tomorrow?”
A grin makes its way onto your lips as you fold your hands on your lap, fixating your eyes on Gold.
“Gladly.”
#mr gold#mr gold x reader#rumplestiltskin#rumplestiltskin x reader#rumple#rumple x reader#x reader#reader insert#once upon a time#ouat#ouatfic
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