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BestFriend!Chishiya

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is Part 3 !!HERE!! is Part 1 !!HERE!! is Part 2 !!HERE!! is Part 4

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Explicit Smut in later Parts, both Characters are Teens, Slight Toxic Behavior, Complicated Consensual/Not-Consensual Behavior Summery: Chishiya x Female Reader

BestFriend!Chishiya reads your texts. Excuses, he thinks. He sees right thru you. Instead of calling you out on your lie, he writes back, typing fast, but taking a moment before sending. After all, you shouldn’t know how long he waited, thinking that he might has taken a step too far too soon with you.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: No probs

BestFriend!Chishiya writes his message as casual as possible. You on the other hand feel encouraged thru the distance to speak your mind. Or at least clearer than before.

YOU: Do you feel different since then?

BestFriend!Chishiya smiles at your question and how fast you come back to the topic, you literally ran away from. It only confirms his assumption that he still lingers in your mind, even after you left his home and with that, him. Too bad, he thought back then. He wasn’t done with you for the day, but your shy manner to this topic and the fact that you are pretty much new to all of that, lets him forgive you. After all, a mouse will always run away from a cat, when backed into a corner. Or at least try.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Not much BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You?

You are surprised how fast you type your answer and how honest you allow yourself to be, knowing he is on the other line, reading every word. But not having to look him straight at his handsome and sometimes intimidating features, gives you the freedom to breach the case, without looking for the next exit. How brave you are. Society should really give medals to people like you, for finding courage in situations like this. Seriously!

YOU: Yes YOU: A lot YOU: I feel like something changed, but I can’t say what and I feel a little bit crazy, because you don’t YOU: I know it’s not right, cause that’s how you feel and I am in no way entitled to something, but I can’t stop thinking this way

It takes BestFriend!Chishiya a while to reply and you realize how hard your fingers tremble, when you almost can’t read your own words on the blue display. It doesn’t help. If at all, it only makes you feel worse. Nerves stretched and about to rip, your screen shakes rhythmic to the beat of your heart. How pathetic you must look. It makes you roll your eyes at your own behavior.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Sorry I guess BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I do feel bad that my actions have led to you feeling that way

Lie

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And I feel even worse that you thought you couldn’t communicate this with me

Another Lie.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I guess I was selfish after all, to ask something like that. It was just curiosity that got the best of me, and I thought I was right to ask this of you, after your agreement.

This is half true.

BestFriend!Chishiya knows he acted selfish, but he does believes that what he made you do was also in your best interest. It was out of question, that at one point in your friendship, you would become aware of the males surrounding you and whatever your eyes lay first on other man or on him, would change the way your relationship would go on or die off, because BestFriend!Chishiya isn’t the kind of person who shares people he holds close. Never has and never will be. No, he is truly selfish, so if some other guy would catch your attention first, he was confident the jealousy inside of him would make him cut you off, just so he wouldn’t have to deal with that piece of scum next to you. That attention seeker. A pollution to the world on two legs, he knows that already. By approaching you first and with that also the topic, with doing what he did, he redirected your path towards him.

You now grew aware of the man around. Your eyes definitely set on him first, what was half the win, and your mind now does too. So, in some way, to keep your friendship and with that, you, he had no other choice. Things do make sense from his perspective and if you were just as smart as him, BestFriend!Chishiya was sure you would agree, but thankfully you aren’t because BestFriend!Chishiya likes to be the smartest in the room. He likes how he could make you do things, stupid things, embarrassing things, because someone smart wouldn’t do that. Someone smart would try to compete with him, what was in some way, kind of interesting, but BestFriend!Chishiya felt himself always getting bored fast when it became evident, the other person couldn’t keep up with him, so he likes how simple you were. Simple, not stupid.

Stupid people tend to get angry when they realize how much smarter BestFriend!Chishiya is and how he likes to let his ego show and flaunt that genius of him. Arrogance was something, other people very obviously disliked on him, but you don’t. Never did. You except it and even went along with him all the times he rubbed it under your nose. Something simple people do, but smart ones would never be able to. He wants to keep you for that and so, after recognizing your change, had to adapt to it. And so he did.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: The effect, thought it was entertaining for me, obviously wasn’t as much for you, but I didn’t bring it up, though I saw how you had to work with yourself and again, I’m sorry for that

That is, in some way, true again. BestFriend!Chishiya did enjoy how worked up you got all by yourself and now he feels a little bit bad. Tho not enough to change anything, if he could.

YOU: Its ok YOU: I guess YOU: It’s just as much my fault like it is yours. I will be honest with you, cause you deserve it for being with me. I won’t lie and say I didn’t like what you did YOU: But I know it won’t change anything you feel so if it makes you uncomfortable, I will stop talking about it YOU: Nevertheless I also ask of you to stop teasing me with it if that’s the case, cause, in some way, I guess it brings my hopes up, there is something more YOU: Could be something more YOU: Yet… YOU: I did like it, I guess YOU: Tho it scared me too YOU: Wanting to see more YOU: Of you YOU: Again YOU: Sorry if that’s weird YOU: Could you just say something YOU: I don’t know where we are standing right now YOU: Chishiya? YOU: ??? YOU: Please say something YOU: I’m sorry okay, I will stop talking and asking about it YOU: Just say something YOU: I’m so afraid now, that I have destroyed our friendship YOU: Chishiya please, say something YOU: Anything YOU: PLEASE!!!

You are on the verge of tears and BestFriend!Chishiya has probably no idea. Or he doesn’t care. You don’t know. This whole thing is uncharted territory for you, and you feel so overwhelmed and left alone to deal with it all by yourself.

YOU: Chishiya please YOU: Say something YOU: Don’t ignore me YOU: I don’t know what to do

Fingers type so fast and still. It was more than 10 Minutes ago that BestFriend!Chishiya wrote you last. Sobs form in your throat, right next to that big knot that, for now, keeps you from crying out loud or making any other sounds. The final Bing sound catches you off guard and you look at your screen only for a blurred picture to appear. The security options of your phone needs you to agree with a tap on the picture that you wanted to download and see it. This way, unnecessary dick picturesof strangers and unknown numbers wouldn’t and couldn’t infiltrate your storage. You tap on the picture, curiosity almost completely drowning out the despair you felt moments ago.

And there it was, IS, the reason for your security settings, popping up right in front of you. A dick pic.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Sorry it took me so long to reply. It’s impossible to write and get hard at the same time BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But here it is BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: My answer BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Hope you like it, because it’s all for you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Wasn’t that easy to get it up without help BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I imagined your hand jerking me off instead of mine BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Wish I asked you to do it back then BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: We could have had so much fun BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And all those headaches and worries would have never happened BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: However BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Let’s forget that, cause here it is BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: All standing up proud for you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Damn, I’m leaking all over the bed, hope you don’t mind the mess BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Next time, the mess could be all over you, if you like BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Wanna try that out?

Another picture announces itself and you tap on it, again, this time with shaky hands, missing the file 2 times. Your breath is going so fast, if you don’t calm down the next few minutes, passing out is a logic high possibility to happen. You look at the now unblurred photo and stop breathing completely. Without any doubt. You didn’t misjudged the first pictures content and the second one proofed it only again. This was, without any doubt, intended. It is BestFriend!Chishiya cock. Again! On this occasion, his fingers are wrapped around it, seemingly stroking himself and a milky white goo spread from the tip down, covering parts of the stiff flesh.

You glance at the clock, sighing as your now fully awake eyes make out the time. It’s too late, your parents wouldn’t let you out of the house and you aren’t fully sure if you really should even follow your first instinct and get to BestFriend!Chishiya house as fast as possible, but you still write back, needing to correct your answer since you misspelled every second word, because of your twitching fingers and your body flooding with oxygen, all due to your lungs inhaling and exhaling at a record speed.

YOU: I want to YOU: I believe YOU: Yes I do YOU: I guess

You add the last message hesitantly, since your fingers type faster than your mind embraces the meaning of his words. BestFriend!Chishiya on the other hand, smirks satisfied. Of course, you do. After that little confession of yours, your answer was so predictable. And he likes it.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I want that too BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Want to cum on you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Where would you let me if I was with you right now BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Do you wish to be with me too?

YOU: I do YOU: To be honest I wanted to go over, but my parents would say no

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: It’s better that way BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Too dangerous for you out there at night BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Just imagine what could happen to you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: What I could do to you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: If you were out right now BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Mhmm…my mind is going crazy

You rub your thighs at each other, creating the least bit of friction, hearing his voice in your mind, low and rough while reading every message. You have never touched yourself, never tried to, never thought about it. The tingling between your legs and the way your stomach tenses at every oh so filthy word. It is new but somehow welcome. However, you don’t know how to deal with it. Should you tell BestFriend!Chishiya?

YOU: Mine too YOU: I feel weird YOU: In a good way, I think YOU: But I don’t know how to handle it

Gosh you sound so much like a virgin, but you can’t help it. It’s not a lie tho. You are. And all of the things BestFriend!Chishiya creates in you, arose with his words and pictures. You feel dirty but also good, like that’s exactly how things should be. A small voice in your mind warns you to be careful. Things proceed way too fast. Get out of hand. To paddle back before you do something stupid. But the want in you, the need that wets your underwear, his name on the verge of your lips. It drows out all the logic thinking and with that also all the red flags. You feel particularly bold asking the next question.

YOU: Maybe another pic could help me with that

BestFriend!Chishiya laughs out loud. Thankfully he is alone at home. The only benefit of uncaring parents. His father is on some gala somewhere. BestFriend!Chishiya doesn’t care about him. But he does care if anyone can witness the grunts leaving his throat while he pumps his meat at a steady pace. Up and down. Again, and again. In a rhythmic circling round motion. It feels so good. Better, knowing you are actually on the other line, awake, encouraging him with the content of your messages, just like he does with his. Especially with the photos. The flash of a camera lights up the room for a moment, before he sends the picture to you, and you open it with furious want, chest heaving and audibly filled with excitement.

It is BestFriend!Chishiya erection on full display. This time his hand was open in the picture, palm up, showing the sticky mess on it proudly, followed by a message of him.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You didn’t answer my question from before

YOU: Which one? YOU: Another one please?

And BestFriend!Chishiya follows your begging. In the picture, he fumbles with his balls, presenting them to you, while the angry red tip leaks more and more precum over his fist.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Where you want me to cum BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: On your stomach? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Your thighs? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Or maybe on your chest? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Your breasts were so smooth and soft BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You moaned when I touched them BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Then again, so was your ass BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You yelped so nice, when I gave it a little slap BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Did you like it? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Your ass did BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: That cheek was all red BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: So angry BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I could see my handprint on it

YOU: You can do it wherever you want

This is such a dirty invitation from you. Weren’t you so pure and innocent just days ago and now you tell your best friend to ejaculate on your body wherever he pleases. That was so wrong, but the thought of it sounds all nice in your head and it excites you to see it. Feel it. To have BestFriend!Chishiya touch you more with his hand. Places even he hasn’t had his fingers yet.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Damn, how nice of you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Shit, my load isn’t big enough for your whole body BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But I’m sure I will find a place just right for the first one BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And if you ask me nicely BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Like really nicely BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I may can offer a second one

Your mind is blown away of how talkative your usually so laconic friend is. Only using more when BestFriend!Chishiya lectures you about your wrong grammar and missing algebra knowledge. His chatty behavior lights something inside of you and you just have to ask, afraid it could destroy the good mood. But you have to know it.

YOU: Chishiya YOU: May I ask something…off topic?

BestFriend!Chishiya is a little disappointed from the turn of events, but it isn’t like he has the monopoly on this situation, so of course he agrees, slightly unnerved and frustrated, his hand working his best part slower, so his mind has more blood to think straight.

YOU: Did you lie to me?

That throws BestFriend!Chishiya off. Yes, of course he did, but what part of his behavior makes you think this way?

YOU: About what changed for you?

BestFriend!Chishiya sighs, relieved that’s what you ask about, but also annoyed, cause this conversation now may take some precious time he could enjoy differently. He sighs.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Yes BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I did BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Sorry about that

YOU: Are you really sorry?

BestFriend!Chishiya bites his tongue, weighing his options. His head falls back and hits the headboard of the bedframe with a small thud. Another Bing sound follows the last heavy one. BestFriend!Chishiya lowers his gaze from the ceiling to his phones screen.

YOU: Be honest YOU: I won’t judge you YOU: Or be mad YOU: I promise

BestFriend!Chishiya types fast but concentrated, what is slightly difficult, given the fact, he only can use one hand for this task. The other one is still busy pleasuring him and there was no way he would stop. Not unless it becomes clear, the good time was over. Even if he has to blue ball himself. Knowing you are there, fully aware of his actions and even encourage him, turns him on so much. It feels so way better than all the other times at night, with your face and body next to him, but unable to enjoy his act with you.

BestFriend!Chishiya is still unsure if it was a good idea to share the truth, but he has a feeling, you already knew it, so denying it further, would only anger you and with that destroy this moment and maybe even future following ones. He couldn’t let that happen. Not after everything he did to get this far. All the things he said.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I am not sorry BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I feel like I should apologize again for that, but that would only be just another lie

YOU: I see

There are a few moments of silence were none of you write something and BestFriend!Chishiya already thinks he choose the wrong route, but the Bing sound announces you were still into the conversation and with that, still with him. BestFriend!Chishiya exhales in relief.

YOU: When you asked for me to undress, were your intentions really what you said? YOU: Research reasons

Now it is on BestFriend!Chishiya to hesitate. He feels his approach may has been a mistake. Or maybe you aren’t just as clueless as he thought. It was likelier that over the time with him, you have captured a few of his habits and were now able to read some of his intentions. However, without the fast coming of his messages and his mind being literally in his pants, he could have seen how obvious he became. Just like you. The situations proceeding way too hasty and that likely thru you off, knowing that BestFriend!Chishiya is a man who first considers things carefully and well before acting on them.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: No BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I lied there too BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Not sorry about that either BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But sorry you caught on it

BestFriend!Chishiya decides to stay honest and answer your questions. Hopefully, clearing all your worries and doubts with it. The opposite would be a devastating option that he doesn’t want to think about. But he did it anyway. It was a reflex. A natural trait of his brain. The way he thought and what made him so extraordinary. His character and quick wit, coupled with the fact that he just can't turn his mind off for even a second. A curse or blessing? Sometimes it’s both at the same time.

YOU: So it was a trick YOU: You knew what you were doing the whole time YOU: It was your intention to confuse me like you did and get me into that situation?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Yes

YOU: All of it?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Yes, again.

YOU: Touche YOU: I know you are a genius, but such a mastermind? YOU: I’m surprised I fell for I so easily

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I’m not

YOU: Why?

Bestfriend!Chishiya can practically hear your annoyed scoffing, knowing very well that his blatant showoff of just how much smarter he is, sometimes makes you want to roll your eyes and hit him on his shoulder, while still giggling amused.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Because I planned it carefully for some time now BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Should have worked out without the need of any back-up-plans BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I see my mistake here, now BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Are you angry with me?

You wanted to say yes, but you think your answer thru instead, before typing it, taking your sweet time and hoping BestFriend!Chishiya is feeling even the tiniest bit of remorse, or at least he is sweating waiting for your answer. You aren’t really mad with him. Did he play you like a puppet? Yes. Did he lead you on his way to have you probably at his mercy? Likely. Was it selfish and unconsidered towards you? Oh yeah, but were any of his intentions malicious and aimed to harm you? You don’t think so and after all, you know what you got yourself into when you kept your friendship with BestFriend!Chishiya up. He isn’t like any other person you know. Never was. So it was kind of obvious that your friendship would be different too. After all that, did you really had a right to be angry with him? Even upset when he did nothing else than what he usually did? Playing with you, but this time to a different degree than normally?

YOU: I’m not YOU: I guess, you are you after all YOU: Always have been YOU: And in some way, always will be YOU: I think I am just surprised it went like this YOU: However YOU: Before I go on with anything YOU: Before we go on YOU: I have to know something

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And that is?

YOU: Be honest YOU: Okay? YOU: I feel like I will be able to tell if you aren’t YOU: So try not to lie

This feels uncomfortably heavy and serious.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Alright

YOU: Did you do this to play with me? YOU: Is this a game? YOU: Or do you want more?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: More?

YOU: Than just having fun with me YOU: You know, fooling around YOU: And such

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Why is that important?

YOU: I don’t want to get the wrong idea YOU: And in the long run YOU: Get hurt or something

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I see

YOU: I guess, I want to know where I am standing YOU: But also, where you are standing

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I understand

YOU: And?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I don’t believe my answer will be sufficient enough BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But I will try my best to be as honest as possible BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Since that’s what you asked

He really was trying, but Bestfriend!Chishiya wasn’t the kind of person that is able to understand and place is emotions as good as most people. Even dealing with them was always a hard task and most of the time, he was partly thankful that you informed him of times where he has been particularly cruel or mean towards other. Bestfriend!Chishiya knows how to play others, but himself? That was a completely different topic and a difficult one most of the time. It wasn’t like he felt bad after treating the people around him like scum and dirt and using them to his advance. Neither was it a problem. At least not always. But humans do tend to take things personally and act resentful. You informing him about his behavior, added immensely positively to his observation skills. You make him human. That said, isn’t it your fault he mislead you into this situation?

YOU: I did

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: In return BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You can’t be mad at me for how I feel BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Right?

YOU: Of course not! YOU: You are allowed to feel as much or as less as you do YOU: I just don’t want to be played YOU: Not right now YOU: You have my permission to go on like before, when it comes to other things YOU: But not right now YOU: Okay?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Agreed

YOU: So…

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I believe, I didn’t want to lose you

YOU: You might wanna retaliate a little YOU: Cause, as you know YOU: Only one of us is on the advance level of understanding things YOU: And that is not me

BestFriend!Chishiya smiles honestly. It is so you to joke in a serious conversation like this. Always trying to lighten up the mood. Always fun. Another thing he likes about you. Why he keeps you close. You benefit him so much.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: It’s obvious that at some point in your life, you would have gotten interested in the other gender BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You didn’t seem like someone interested in females BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: So I believed it to be man BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: What meant, that one day BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Sooner or later BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You would become more aware of your femininity BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And likely BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: with that BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: also interested in sex

YOU: That makes sense YOU: Somehow YOU: But… YOU: Not the following

BestFriend!Chishiya hesitates again. His mouth feels dry, and he licked his lips to wet those at least.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I did

YOU: What did you?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Became aware of your femininity

YOU: Oh

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I can’t tell you when exactly it happened BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I believe this to be your next question?

YOU: Yes

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Well, I can’t BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: All I can tell you is, I suddenly saw you with different eyes BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You changed in mine BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And I felt different towards you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But that was okay BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I had it controlled BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Until I realized that you too will start to see man differently BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: More sexually BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And I thought to force that situation for the right time BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: At a place I can control BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And one I am sure to have your attention BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Will surely give me the upper hand of it

BestFriend!Chishiya takes a deep breath. He straightens his shoulders for the next message.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And it did

YOU: My eyes were on you

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Right

YOU: Attention too

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Exactly

YOU: You got what you wanted

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I guess you could say that BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Thought, this wasn’t part of my plan

YOU: So, it wasn’t a game? YOU: You weren’t playing with me?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Life is a game

YOU: Chishiya…

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I guess, no

YOU: Okay YOU: I get it

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Any other questions? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: The mood is ruined anyway BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Might as well proceed

YOU: And squeeze you like you squeezed yourself? YOU: Like a tube of toothpaste? YOU: Pun intended

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Sure BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: If that’s what you prefer BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Your joke was terrible by the way BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But luckily for you I am smarter BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And understood it

YOU: Doesn’t this mean, you are actually not smarter than me? YOU: But on my level? YOU: At least when it comes to this topic

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: No

YOU: I got you!

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You are wrong

YOU: See, I feel different about that YOU: I believe I am right YOU: And given the fact that you tried to get me laid YOU: To get into my pants YOU: Oh you are so on my level

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Your ego is so atrocious BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And non-existent BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Like your braincells

YOU: So you only like me for my body YOU: But not my brain?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: There are parts of your character I appreciate BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And I never said the last part BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You are making that up

YOU: You said you feel attracted to me YOU: Don’t deny it now YOU: Its out in the blue!

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Never said that BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I simply stated that I felt differently about you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Everything else is just your imagination

YOU: The denial!YOU: The awakening! YOU: In your pants!!!

BestFriend!Chishiya: Now you are just being childish.

YOU: But you do find me attractive YOU: Do you?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I believe I agreed to be honest on the previous topic BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Not on this one

YOU: That day YOU: You know which one YOU: You said, all you see is just meat and bones YOU: That hurt YOU: I don’t know why YOU: But it did YOU: I guess after all you told me to do YOU: And your hands, you know where YOU: I don’t know why YOU: But it hurt to hear it

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: It was a lie BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I do feel attracted to you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Physically

YOU: Really? YOU: You are not just saying this?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I do feel sorry now that it pained you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: It was my intention, back then, to play you in my direction BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And for that BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I needed to toy with your emotions BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: However BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I do feel bad now

YOU: If you could go back YOU: Would you change it?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: No

YOU: Not at all? YOU: Anything?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Seeing that you have found me out BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: My true intentions BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I would change one decision

YOU: And that is?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I would fuck you in the bathtub right then

YOU: … YOU: How romantic

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Do I come over as a romantic person?

YOU: I don’t know YOU: Sending dick pics in a serious conversation YOU: When I am all here YOU: Pouring out my heart and shit YOU: Is kinda romantic don’t you think?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: If that is your understanding of romance BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I believe, I could be BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Right now

YOU: Are you still up?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I am writing you or not? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: This is not a robot BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I verify I am human

You giggle at his kind of humor, typing back with your cheeks blushing heavily.

YOU: That’s not what I meant YOU: Smarty pants…

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: So?

YOU: I meant down there!

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Are you seriously having problems asking me if I still have an erection BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: After everything? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Nudes and all

YOU: Haven’t got an answer yet YOU: And yes

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Want proof to clarify? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Another picture? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Is this your way of asking for one? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: How dirty

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yesimwriting · 1 year

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First Rule

A/n this is my first time writing for The Last of Us and for Joel Miller and i have not played the game!! i’ve only watched the show so far (might have to watch someone playing it on youtube or something to know what happens next sooner 😭) so if the characters feel a little off i’m sorry!!

writing new characters and finding their voice/securing their vibe is a process :))

Summary: Literally just a drabble, i debated making it longer but bc it was so impulsive i didn’t want it to get lost in the drafts and it’s pretty late rn,, i have a clear idea for a part 2 bc it was going to be longer (part 2 is the only way the title makes sense 😭) so if you’d be interested in that let me know :)) feedback sustains me

this is basically just reader meeting joel and it’s set after the pandemic/outbreak

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It’s hard to watch. The stranger did everything right enough to get by until he didn’t. Not to say that his operation was flawless, you picked up on it almost instantly, but in his defense, you know how to look. It’s as much a skill as the ability to turn a blind eye, only a lot less evolutionarily appropriate.

Because seeing often leads to thinking (or, in your case, not thinking), which leads to doing, which usually leads to the worst result of all--involvement.

So now you’re here, watching someone that’s likely a smuggler doing their best to act like they’re anything else while dealing with a FEDRA officer. You know better than most that FEDRA’s iron exterior is a poorly constructed allusion. Some like catching smugglers because of the promise of a bribe. Hell, you know some of them are regular customers.

But the man you don’t know is tense, rigid in his steady stance. And the officer’s uniform is too polished, too new and ready to be stained in blood. He’s untrustworthy.

This has nothing to do with you. The two men are in their own standoff, and you’re tucked away between two buildings, You could disappear further into the shadows, or you could just walk forward, onto the street behind them. You’re not used to being in a situation in which you really haven’t done anything wrong. Nothing to lie or feel cagey about.

You’re untethered.

With a low sigh, you give into the itch that you’ve been pretending doesn’t exist by reaching into your bag’s front pocket. The contraption feels small between your fingers, perfect for the type of distraction you’re going for. A dramatic person would call it an explosive; you like to think of it as a small set up of gun powder and a few other things. A glorified version of those snap things children used to throw at each other’s feet on Fourth of July.

You twist your body, bending your knees slightly before heaving the small cylinder over your head and far to the right. You duck down before it makes contact. The bang is effective. A sharp, crackling boom that makes your body tense.

The officer snaps his head back, looking above you. You can practically feel his thoughts. Your opinion on the Fireflies are pretty set in stone, but you can’t complain about the cover they’ve provided. Every crack, pop, and boom has anyone with authority abandoning whatever they’re doing in a second. And it’s not like you’re a monster about it. You don’t take the easy way out if you think there’s any chance that it’ll hurt someone.

After a second of weighing their options, the FEDRA officer turns sharply and runs off. You hear his footsteps disappear somewhere away from you, but you still hesitate to stand straight again. A minute passes and you decide you’re safe enough to move. You walk forward slowly, planning on running in the opposite direction of the man.

You’re out just enough to round the corner before it happens. One second you’re walking, stepping forward like normal, and the next there’s a hard touch on your arm and the wall shifts to from beside you to against your back. You thrash instinctually, stepping on the man’s foot hard enough to bruise. He curses under his breath and pushes you a little harder.

“What--” A voice that’s cutting in its irritated indifference. “What was that?”

Mind running a mile a minute, you struggle to form a sentence. You didn’t think you’d have to talk to him. It was a good dead. A hushed fuck you to one of those asshole officers.

The man pauses long enough to take you in. You imagine he doesn’t see much, because blending in and seeming harmless enough is what you know. And you’re not much--not now, cursing your recklessness and just standing there with wide eyes. His hold doesn’t exactly loosen, but his touch on your arm becomes less intense. Less demanding.

You push your back against the wall firmly and he lets you. It’s a small shift that makes no real difference, but it’s space, it’s the illusion of independence. Your eyes flit forward, meeting his. There’s a sharp crease between his eyebrows and an unforgiving focus behind his dark eyes. His features are amplified by an ingrained tiredness, but that doesn’t take away from his attractiveness.

Wow--okay, that last thought is enough to scare you out of your analysis. You tilt your chin downwards, snapping yourself out of whatever manipulative trance was. The man notices the subtle motion and drops his arm but makes no move to step away. It’s clear that you’re still caged in.

“You with the Fireflies?” The shake of your head is instinctual. “So you just have bombs you like throwi--”

“No,” It’s too defensive and you shrug within your limited space. “And that thing wasn’t a bomb. It had less gunpowder than a firework and less than a tablespoon of silver fulminate and even less ammonium nitrate.”

The explanation feels awkward and you have no idea why. It’s a fair explanation. He takes in the information and waits a beat before replying, “Why did you have a bomb?”

A correction bubbles in your chest--not a bomb. The distinction matters to you more than it should, but something about the gruffness in his voice feels more like an accusation than a question.

“Y’know I did a nice thing when I saved your ass from getting busted. A reasonable person would have just accepted that and not asked any questions.” You frown, the amount of allotted kindness in your body suddenly running low. “Actually a reasonable person would offer me a cut of whatever they’re smuggling or what they’re getting for it.”

Your statement is relatively bold. You don’t know this man, you don’t know if he’ll perceive what’s meant to be a sad attempt at a deterrent as a threat. But something in you tells you that you’re still on steady ground. That this stranger knows when there’s an actual fight.

It works, the man’s posture straightens in what you assume is his version of a bristle. Though small, the motion creates enough space for you to narrowly slip past him.

You’re free now. Free enough to run off, though some gut feeling tells you he’d keep at it if he had any reason to want to chase you. He won’t, though. Some gut feeling in your chest is sure of it. It’d be bold to call it trust, but it feels more stable than optimistic intuition. It’s an understanding.

One step backwards, you don’t turn around. Not yet. Assumed understanding or not, you’ve done enough without thinking today. He watches you back, equally silent. And then you end the standoff with a tilt of your chin.

You turn on your heels, walking forward with even paced steps. He’s given you no reason to run, and sudden, panicked movements might trigger a break in the uneasy peace.

“You make them.”

He’s not asking, but you turn just enough to shrug at him anyways.

#joel miller #the last of us #the last of us x reader #joel miller x reader #tlou #tlou x reader #tlou hbo max #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

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haoluvr · 2 years

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i'll send a ask hehe, how would seventeen react to teasing in public !

- 🐥 anon

thoughts are BIG with this one here we go…

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cheol: shy shy shy!!! he’ll whisper a bunch of “y/n… we’re in public…” but definitely gets hard at the thought of people seeing him

jeonghan: would absolutely love it, starts acting like a brat and teases you right back. tries to rile you up with a “fuck me right here then, right on the table, i don’t care” with a cocky little smirk as if you won’t do it,, he loves himself a mean dom

joshua: could go many ways but i think he’s def into it, will give you a knowing smile and tease you back, knowing how it’s going to go down at home

jun: whiny baby, once you touch him he doesn’t want you to stop. if you do stop all he does is give you puppy dog eyes and whine for you to keep going.

hoshi: turned on as hell starts to subtly grind against you and gets harder every time you slap his wandering hands away from your body

wonwoo: not a public type person but still gets very hot under the collar, tries to get the two of you in a private area where you can make him feel good all you want

woozi: you immediately squeeze his ass like have you seen that ass and he moans, he moans loud. thankfully you’re in a loud place but you can’t help but tease him just to illicit a few more noises while you’re out.

minghao: immediately makes up an excuse for the two of you and leaves so you can pleasure him, he’s a man of business

mingyu: will genuinely try to get you to fuck him, any place any time. puts your hands on his body with a “look at what you did to me🥺 can’t you help me now?”

seok: clingy!!!!! he’ll shrink into your side and hold onto your arm even if he’s 10x bigger than you are, shivers at your touch and wishes the two of you were alone so you could have your way with him

seungkwan: tries to be overly normal, yk how people will say ‘act normal’ in a situation and people act the exact opposite? he does that. overly loud laughs and expressions to cover the fact that he’s about to cum his pants just by you running your hand up and down his crotch.

vernon: doesn’t get turned on by the fact that it’s in public but gets turned on by how subtle your touches are, he craves more and just wants you to ravage him as soon as possible

chan: blushes as red as possible, another shy boy but he literally melts into you, “can we go home yet? can’t we please? i feel like going home all of a sudden”

#sub!seventeen #sub!svt #seventeen smut #🐥 anon #asks #answered!

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sweetlittlegingy · 1 year

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oh my god i am SOBBING!!!

adam is even worse than i thought he would be. he was going to take the baby? that is the most disgusting thing i have ever heard. god. the fact that people like this exist is terrifying. and he had been stocking them? my god, he’s no better than the devil.

poor maty, having to see that AGAIN! no one should see anything like that but especially not a child. the fact that adam thought he could come in and say that maty is his son? no, absolutely not. he not only signed his rights to maty away but all of the things that he did to y/n? your not going to trust a man like that with a child.

y/n and jake reacted how any good parent would react in a situation like that, they’re first thought was “are my children safe? i need to get them away from this.” so they did, y/n told maty to run and jake told them to take the kids and go. lacey and bob are amazing, they got the kids away from the situation and brought them to the safety of their own home. i can only imagine how hard it was for them to leave without knowing anything about y/n, if she was alive, what happened, they didn’t know anything. it truly is a miracle that no serious physical damage was caused to either y/n or jake. i was so scared that all of the stress of the situation would cause something to happen in her heart again but no, and i am so glad! i will definitely need a part three with more fluff.

i am so glad that jake didn’t kill adam, they could have some how twisted it to make jake the bad guy and gotten him thrown behind bars and that would have been a thousand times worse. but no, nat came out and was able to help him understand that killing adam wasn’t the smart thing to do in the grand sceme of things.

i’m just really glad that y/n is physically okay, i don’t think i could handle her being in the hospital again. i’m per paired to watch as the seresin family rebuild themselves and each other with a lot of therapy and love.

Bobby and Lacey are amazing, I love them! That is why they are godparents to the kids, for sure!

Yeah, Adam is just horrible and I hate him. It truly blows my mind that there are people like this in the world. I just don't understand it and ya'll need Jesus. If they don't believe in Jesus, then they need a higher power to knock some sense into them!

I was so indecisive on whether or not I was gonna have Jake kill Adam. I quite literally sat and stared at my computer for at least 10 minutes. Then I was like fuck it and made @topguncortez choose for me! Thanks, G!!! 🤍

I can't wait to see them rebuild, the next part that will specifically go with the last two is gonna be very fluffy and sweet. So, I'm really excited. Typing while crying is hard and I don't wanna do it again right now. 😆

#better man universe #ask gingy #gingys asks #gingy answers

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witche-nerd · 3 years

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The fact that ANYONE thinks Jane Eyre is some cheesy old timey novel and not a book that is both METAL and HILARIOUS should be considered a crime. During her childhood Jane is constantly told she's the woOOOrst (mostly because she's inquisitive and quite plain). In fact a priest-type dude comes into her house being like "do you know what happens to terrible little girls?" and she says "yeah they go to hell" "so what must you do so you don't end up there?" and her reply? "I guess I should just not die BITCH". Jane is 10 when she says this... her power. Then when her aunt scolds her one too many times girl spits out a Shakespeare level monologue/roast about how her aunt is awful™ and is going to be haunted by Jane's father for being such a royal bitch and her aunt is so freaked out that she literally starts being nice to her for the first time (honestly I think she was legit scared she had accidentaly adopted the Devil and did not want to mess with that shit). Oh you thought it was a soft nice little romance afterwards? Jane meets Rochester🤡 who is fifty shades of batshit. He literally spends chunks of the book fucking with his rich acquaintances just cause and sideeyeing Jane like "Did you see that?? Jane did you notice that? What do you think Jane?? Tell me your thoughts Jane, WASN'T THAT FUNNY???" And the best part is she reacts to every one of his antics with perfect composure so much so that HE freaks out and ends up dressing as a fortune teller to get her to tell him what she actually thinks. This young girl who was told to shut the fuck up at every turn is suddely called again and again to give her opinion and boy does she give it. She calls him ugly TO HIS FACE and he immediately falls in love. She in turn falls for him so hard but is so sure he couldn't possibly like her that she DRAWS A PORTRAIT OF HERSELF AND THEN A PORTRAIT OF A "BEAUTIFUL" WOMAN AS A VERY PRACTICAL WAY TO REMIND HERSELF THAT SHE'S NOT PRETTY. Gurl 😭 that's so sad and also way too overdramatic, you guys deserve each other. Meanwhile the house is very obviously haunted but Jane hasn't noticed which is peak comedy for such a usually observant protagonist. I mean, a man has a chunk of his flesh bitten off and when Rochester says everything's fine she just accepts it. "Oh but Jane gives it all up for a man see??? She has no agency" When she thinks he's going to marry another woman but still intends to keep her as a governess she has my favourite dialogue in the entire book where she says: "Just because I am poor and plain it doesn't mean I'm not still a PERSON WITH FEELINGS. IF I WAS HOT AND RICH I COULD HAVE MADE YOU AS PAINFULLY IN LOVE WITH ME AS I AM WITH YOU. I DO NOT ADRESS YOU FROM THIS MORTAL FLESH BUT IT IS MY SPIRIT ADRESSING YOURS AS THOUGH WE DIED AND STOOD AS EQUALS AT GODS FEET, AS WE ARE". She's 18 in this part of the book... HER POWER. She later finds out ON HER WEDDING DAY to Rochester that he is already married to a woman he has locked up in the attic because she'll attack anything that moves (I mean she very obviously has a mental illness which has caused her to be violent but back at that time there weren't many or even any humane options for treatment so unpopular opinion but the fact that he kept her in his house and with a maid to take care of her was probably the best he could provide her with in this situation tbh) Jane runs away and wanders the moors all alone because she knows what happened wasn't right (and this is her rational reaction, i love her and also probably same) and while half dead she finds some people who turn out to be her COUSINS (GASP), she gets a job, inherits a fortune and gets another marriage proposal like a #girlboss. But then she has a "That's so Raven" vision telling her Rochester is in trouble. Turns out his house burned down and he's now scarred and blind and his wife is dead. Accurate recreation of their reunion;

Rochester: Am I mad ugly now Jane?

Jane: Oh for sure. But you know, same as always.

Rochester with tears in his eyes: I missed that woman so much

Jane starts the story underappreciated, poor, belittled and unequal to Rochester (in terms of power). She ends the book appreciated, loaded, loved and a true equal to the man she loves. And that's the most metal thing of all.

#can you tell i love this book?#jane eyre #mr rochester #charlotte bronte #bertha mason #books #the nerd #book reviews

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natewriteslol · 3 years

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May I request a reaction(?)/headcanon?

(twst boiz }:‑))

Rook, Sebek, Idia, Jack and Azul reacting to a secretly ripped reader.

Explanation!: Reader wears a lot if oversized stuff, lazy af, tends to skip PE classes and etc. You know acting like they're weak and stuff while in reality they're just lazy. For some reason Vargas saw the potential and the true power in reader, so he decided to add them to the team of [insert a really brutal sport or smt]. Everyone r like: "Y?? They weak!" When it's Readers time to enter the game, they take their hoodie off and omG those muscles. I swear someone fainted right on spot. And someone went 🧎🤰 After Absolutely destroying opponents team, they're just like "ok, I did the thing! Now I want my super duper rare chips".

A/N: This is such a creative premise, thank you for sending it!!

MC goes by they/them pronouns :)

Warnings: none except that MC takes off their shirt

Honestly Y/N was known to be one of the most laziest people on campus, so lazy that it even rivaled Leona! Which there has to be some form of intervention for them because it’s just getting out of hand. And while it benefitted in certain situations, such as annoying Grim to actually start moving his lazy ass around the house, or bullies leaving them alone since Y/N couldn’t bother to muster a reaction.

However they continued to skip P.E classes, and just all around not doing anything. So it came to a surprise that when they were called to Vargas’ office.

“Wait. Y/N where are you going?” Ace questioned, as their friend went with their backpack toward the door.

“I got an interview with Vargas for something. Watch Grim for me please, later” they replied relaxed. And while both Deuce and Ace questioned what their friend was going to be interviewed for, the pair just looked at each other, shrugged and went back to their schoolwork.

Once Y/N got to Vargas’ office, they sat on the chair on the other side of his desk. The student gazed at the sports paraphernalia on the walls, before Vargas started talking.

“Well Y/N, I bet you’re wondering why I called to talk to you?” He asked.

“Yup” the student said, keeping their answers short and concise.

“You tend to skip my classes a great amount, and while both you and Grim are enrolled as one student your lack of participation is dropping your grade,” Vargas said while standing up.

Y/N started to feel bad, sure they didn’t really care to participate but they didn’t want to inconvenience Grim.

“But, I will promise you one thing, I can feel the potential in you Y/N!” the man said excitedly, slightly spooking you. “As a man who is incredible person overflowing with talent,” Vargas started,

‘Wowee, pretty narcissistic’ you thought, but then you started to pay attention again.

“I can see greatness within others, it’s almost like my 6th sense. And I can feel it within you. Now all I ask of you Y/N, is that you participate in the Great Dodging Tournament try outs. And I will raise your grade” The older man offered, Vargas really believed in you.

And that really put a smile on your face, “You know what, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks kiddo!” the man boomed with a great smile on his face while ruffling your head.

I mean, if he’s this excited you can try for him.

It was tryouts, Deuce and Ace were a little apprehensive for Y/N to be participating. I mean the Great Dodging Tournament involves one person dodging great magical attacks from the opposite team, in order to get at least one of the balls from the other team. And while you didn’t technically need magical powers to compete, it certainly did help.

“Y/N L/N, you’re up!” It was their turn. Whispers broke out, everyone didn’t understand why they were even allowed to participate.

“Have you even seen them run?” Someone whispered.

The heat was rising despite it being the afternoon, “Damn, I’m getting hot” Y/N says and they start to strip, taking off their oversized shirt.

What came to a great surprise was their physique, incredibly ripped abs. Strong shoulders, back and arms now exposed to everyone.

They did absolutely fantastic for their tryouts, moving across the field with great speed, dodging every single attack and they were able to take 2 out of the 7 balls from the other team. Y/N was excellent, and absolute essential to the Great Dodging Tournament team. Every person was in great shock, they didn’t even break a sweat.

“Alrightie! Now where’s my snacks?” They said, sitting down on the bench.

Rook:

-Oh mon cherie, what have you been hiding from him? ~

-Rook had alot of information on almost everyone at the school, so this definitely came to a shock to him

-A strong advocate for keeping them shirtless all the time

-I mean Y/N lays around all the time, they might as well look good while doing it

-It's just him and Sebek arguing (well it's Sebek who is actually arguing) about what Y/N should do once they come back: Shirt or no shirt?

-He’s very impressed with their strengt and willpower to get that physique

-Very mischievously looks down at Y/N while they complete their audition

-Rook I love you but what are you planning-

Sebek:

-He goes bright red, and starts yelling at Y/N to put a shirt on

-”I-it’s inappropriate for you to be walking around like this! Do you humans not have any shame?!”

-”D-don’t come closer! I don’t want a hug from you!”

-W-what? How could he miss that this mere human held this much power?

-He was incredibly observant (or so he claimed)

-Sebek didn’t know weak, puny humans could possess that type of strength

-If Y/N as a non-magic user were able to obtain this level of power, you were a threat

-Definitely not intimidated by them (he lowkey is intimidated by them)

-While he’s still incredibly opposed to Y/N’s lazy behaviors, he has a newfound respect for them

-Later on he thinks about it more and is marching to their dorm inorder to force them into doing more powerful stuff

-”YOU COULD HAVE GREAT LEVELS OF POWER, JUST WORK YOU LAZY HUMAN!”

-” Naw man, but since you’re up can you get the tv remote? It’s pretty far.”

Idia:

-Of course this happens the one time he goes outside in person!

-Erupts into flames and has a bright ass blush

-Has Ortho calm down his flames with his built in fans

-Idia literally hides inside his hoodie so that no one could notice him

-But I mean it’s kinda hard since at this point he’s looks like a campfire but go off-

-He literally can’t look Y/N in the eyes omg

-Idia tries to talk to them but he just ends up spluttering

-He thought that Y/N had put their shirt back on so he takes his head out of his hoodie and NOPE they still have it off and the cycle of embarrassment repeats

-Idia manages to compliment Y/N, comparing them to a powerful anime character from a show he watched

-The man cannot look at Y/N the same anymore now that he knows what’s under all that baggy clothing

Jack:

-Jack definitely did not see this coming

-Can admit that he is a little flustered (Alot of people teased him since his tail started to wag at the sight of Y/N’s body

-He couldn’t imagine the Y/N he knows doing all of this activity, let alone dodging such powerful magic attacks with this much skill

-They’re a perfect candidate for the team and Jack grows really passionate about you wanting to pursue sports

-Has alot more respect for you

-He will drag Y/N to do a bunch of brutally, active shit with him since the whole “I’m too weak” jig is up

-”Jack pls no”

-”But when you were soaring through the air during Dodging tryouts I heard no complaints. Get your ass up, Y/N”

-While their P.E grade is saved, at what cost?

Azul:

-Azul thought that it was going to be a fun little attempt on Y/N’s part

-Were they joking? I mean he’s never seen them move a muscle for extracurricular activities like sports. Honestly-

-And oh dear oh it’s them shirtless

-Azul is so caught off guard

-He turns away so that Floyd and Jade don’t see his face, but those sneak boys know what’s going on

-”Boss you’re so red!”

-”Ooooh, are you flustered by shrimpy taking off their shirt~”!

-So that’s what you’ve been hiding under your clothing!

-He’s very impressed by your strength, Azul is wondering why you decided to hide it?

-Are you involved in shady business too? Hence why you’re laying low? (Sounds like projection but okay Azul-)

-He’s also thinking about getting you to sign some form of deal so that they can take advantage of your strength (Sorry Y/N)

#twisted wonderland fanfictions #twisted wonderland drabbles #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #jack howl #jack x reader #jack howl x reader #rook #rook hunt #rook x reader #rook hunt x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

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wordsfromthesol · 3 years

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Hunted

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: togasbetch malfoys-demigod pricetagofficial Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: You're a detective at Bludhaven PD with Dick Grayson and when a serial killer your after starts hunting you down, you have no choice but to ask for his help. Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking Word Count: 2.3k

You had been working at Bludhaven PD for about 2 years before the hotshot Dick Grayson came on the scene. Though you had grown into friends or at least friendly coworkers…he annoyed the shit out of you. After all, everything seemed to come so easy to the pretty boy Grayson and you could count the number of times you had actually seen him at the station on one hand. Thankfully this happened to be one of those times because you had run out of options.

"Dick, can I get your eyes on this case? I'm been staring at these files for hours and can't find the pattern. Yeah, they've obviously got a type. But that's not enough to go on."

Dick briefly runs through the file before staring blankly up at you. "You can't be serious, right? You need to take yourself off this case."

"People are dying, Dick." You had already assumed you would get some pushback from the star detective.

"I can't let you go after this guy. You're an exact match to all 5 people they've killed." Dick attempted to reason with you, to no avail.

"Then I'm the exact person who should go after this guy. Rather it be me than some civilian." Finally, Dick relented and gave you some useful information.

"Well…everyone was taken near an abandoned subway line." He takes out a highlighter and marks up the map. You tried to mask your nervousness as the bright yellow line stopped a block from your apartment.

"Thanks…I didn't even notice that." He nodded, still apprehensive about giving you the information, as he handed the file back to you. Tucking the papers away, you decided to finish up the research at home.

As you sauntered home, you were barely able to keep your eyes open. Stopping at the crosswalk, you noticed a man staring at you in your peripheral vision. You swore he was the same man from five blocks ago. Surely you were just paranoid…right? You began weaving in and out of the crowd, making a complete circle back to the crosswalk. Yet there he was in the corner of your eye. This wasn't paranoia. This was real. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and pressed Dick's contact card.

"Hey, uhm…remember that case we were talking about today?"

"You mean literally 20 minutes ago? Yeah, I remember."

A nervous chuckle escaped your lips, "Well you were probably right." Dick could hear the shakiness in your voice.

"He's following you, isn't he?"

Your current situation momentarily left your mind as the words tumbled out of your mouth, bypassing the brain. "How the fuck could you possibly know that?!"

"Don't go home. I'm coming to get you." You wanted to plead with him to stay on the line, but your stubbornness got the best of you. Slowing your pace, you attempted to stay in the crowd and walked straight. How was Dick even going to find you? As soon as the thought danced across your mind, there he was, as if you summoned him from thin air.

"Y/N!" The familiar voice called out from the street. A deep sigh of relief flooded over you as you trotted over to him. Crawling on the back of the motorcycle, you didn't bother asking where he was taking you. Anywhere was better than here.

"Wow. Just wow." Dick shook his head in awe as he climbed off the bike, ushering you into the apartment building.

"It's not like I planned it." You tried to force the uneasiness from your voice.

"Right, of course not. You realize he had to have been following you for days now, right? He knows where you live. You can't go back there." You hadn't really thought about that, yet where were you supposed to go? You looked at him pensively, unable to form a proper sentence. "Looks like you're staying here then." The alacrity of the statement caught you off guard.

"I can't just --"

"Right right. So let's go antagonize the serial killer. Genius." The sheer amount of sarcasm took you aback, this was a completely different side of the infamous Dick Grayson than you were used to.

You glared at him as he opened the door to his apartment. "So dramatic…besides, someone has to stop him. He's already after me, so I'm the perfect bait."

Dick's eyes went wide. He looked at you like you had three heads before bellowing, "ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!"

"Do you have a better plan?" Part of you hoped he would begin rattling off some convoluted trap. One that didn't hold your life in the balance.

"Well…not yet. But I'm sure we can think of something. Give me a few days."

A few days came and went and you were losing your mind in Dick's apartment. The worst part was, you were never alone. Dick or one of his family members was always by your side. You weren't quite sure how some 14-year-old kid was supposed to do anything if said serial killer showed up, but Dick was insistent.

Finally, you caught a break. Jason, your latest babysitter got called away on some emergency and Dick wouldn’t be home for another hour. Of course, Jason informed you to tell Dick he left just moments ago, which actually worked in your favor. You dialed Captain Holt on your phone and began to strategize. The captain wasn't keen on using you for bait either, but eventually, you swayed him. Everything was planned to take place tomorrow afternoon, a time Dick just so happened to be testifying in court.

"Y/N?" The confusion spread across Dick's face as he opened the door.

"I'm here!" You called out from the bedroom before stepping into sight.

"Where's Jason?"

"Oh, family emergency. But he left like two minutes ago. Nothing to worry about."

"Okay…" Dick didn't sound convinced.

"I also got a call from the captain today. He wants to meet with me tomorrow at 2." You tried to play it off as a casual request, but you knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"What? Why? We still haven't caught the psychopath…plus I have court tomorrow."

"Dick, I'll be in a police station. You can drop me off on your way."

Dick let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. But I don't like it."

You were absolutely terrified, but you tried your best not to let it show through. After all, you asked for this. Dick still seemed uneasy, even as he dropped you off at the precinct. You wondered if he could tell something was wrong. Though there wasn't much he could do at this point, considering he was due in court by noon.

"Y/N. Are you sure about this?" Captain Holt questioned as you walked into his office.

"No. But something needs to be done. This guy doesn't just give up. So either I'm bait and we have a chance at catching him, or I die a horrific death for no reason. Not the best of options."

Holt nodded in understanding, "Well everything is set up. We have snipers in position around the perimeter of your apartment and a dozen plain-clothed in the vicinity."

"So hopefully we have a chance. What about near the abandoned subway entrance? That's how Dick thinks he's staying out of sight."

"Covered. We are ready to go on your command. Though I still think Detective Grayson should be informed of the plan."

"He's in court. So he couldn't help out anyways. The fewer people that know, the better. Let's move."

You arrived at your apartment without any issues, though you could feel a million pairs of eyes on you. With everyone watching you, it would be hard to notice one more face. Nevertheless, you persisted, attempting to go about your day in your apartment. The apartment that now seemed so foreign to you, though you had only been unexpectedly ripped from it a week ago.

As the day went on you began to feel more and more lightheaded. Normally, you would chalk it up to stress, but given the situation, you decided otherwise.

"Captain…"

"There is still no sign of him," he ignored the strain in your voice.

"I think…he's already…here." A crashing sound was left ringing through the earpiece.

"I want everyone on her position now! Get me a visual!" Captain Holt's booming voice commanded those around him. "Where are my snipers?!" An eerie silence crept over the line. "Shit." He mumbled before pulling out his phone. The dial tone appeared to mock him until finally the other end picked up.

"What happened?" The stringent words reverberated in the air.

"He has her."

"Goddammit. How did he get her out of the precinct?" Dick didn't wait for an answer. "Because she wasn't in the precinct. How could you let her be bait? You've seen what this guy does!" The anger was bubbling up inside him. Out of everyone, why you. Why did he have to go after you?

"I know."

"How long? HOW LONG HAS HE HAD HER?!" Two cops turned towards Captain Holt as Dick's voice echoed from the speaker.

"About a minute. From her apartment." As soon as the word left his lips, the line went dead. Holt buried his head in his hands. If there was any hope of finding her, it was Dick Grayson.

You woke up in a cold, dark, concrete room. "Well, guess that didn't work out as planned…" You mumbled to yourself, or so you thought.

"Really? You thought a bunch of cops in blue jeans could stop me? I've been hunting you for months. Along with the others. But you. You were my challenge. I memorized everything about you. Your favorite breakfast, your confidants, what time you call your family. Lovely little folks, by the way. And then you thought you could hideaway in that pathetic little Richard Grayson's apartment. The only reason I didn't take you then is because I didn't want to. What kind of challenge would that be? That would have diminished everything!" He carefully stepped around your chair, weaving your hair in and out of his fingers, until he turned to face you. "But now, here you are! My masterpiece! My coup d'etat!" His lips forced their way to yours. "Don't worry, my sweet. I'll take my time with you. After all, the grand finale demands perfection!" The crazed man turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving you with your own horrific thoughts.

It felt like hours had gone by before he returned. When he walked in, his eyes went immediately to your wrists and fingernails, which were now bloodied beyond recognition. "Now I wish you hadn't done that. Blood does not make for a spectacular fossilization." He walked around and surveyed the damage. "I guess it was to be expected though. After all, it wouldn't be fun without the challenge."

"You know, you keep saying that this is some big challenge, yet you gassed me and then tied me up. That doesn't seem like you are really challenging yourself."

"Simple-minded fool! Challenges are not always those of brute force. It took planning and timing to get you here. Those 4 snipers set up on the surrounding roofs? Had to get them out of the way. A delay in your communication device? Truly a necessity. And though you had the foresight to add a few men to the abandoned subway tunnel, they neglected to surveil the associated maintenance hatches. So you see, your perfect encapsulation proves to be quite the…" You noticed a slight furrow of his brow as the sentence broke. "Challenge. Now to finish preparing the resin!" Off he galloped, but you swore something was off. A slight change in his mood.

You heard several loud bangs before your captor fell backward through the door. Nightwing loomed over his grisly body. Then his eyes shot up towards you.

"I'm okay." The words were forced from your throat. With those two small words, Nightwing glared down towards the man and began throwing punch after punch. "STOP! Please!" You screamed out the words, shocked at the vigilante's ferocity. Nightwing's eyes slowly shifted towards you. It was as if a twinge of pain ran its way through his body as he crept towards you. Once close enough, his hands carefully cradled your face until finally, he spoke.

"I don't know what I would have done without you. Why did you do something so stupid?" You could tell he wanted to say the words out of anger, yet a euphoric aura surrounded them instead.

Still confused, you began to answer as he unbound your wrists and ankles. "He wasn't going to give up. This was our chance to catch him…"

"I would've found another way!" The words burst out of him louder than expected. Nightwing let out a sigh as he helped you out of the chair.

"Alright, Dick, I'm sorry." You glanced at him for a reaction...nothing. Worried he didn't hear you, you pushed the point further. "Guess I should be glad you weren't in court long."

Dick stopped in his tracks, finally realizing his mistake. "I…uh…left early." As the two of you got outside, there were a dozen cop cars already swarming the area. Two of the officers came up to meet you.

"Detective! Are you alright? What happened?!" The first began to raddle off questions, but Dick quickly deflected.

"You can find out later. I'm taking her to the hospital. Your man is inside, unconscious."

"I can still talk ya'know…" You mumbled as the officer ran off to inform the others of the new information.

"Yeah, but then you'd try to convince me not to take you to the hospital. And that's not going to happen. But don't worry, the captain is on his way there now. You'll get to regale the entire course of events with him."

It was almost scary how well he knew you. "You'll stay too?" The simple question caused an oversize grin to spread across his face, but all he did was simply nod.

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whoree321 · 3 years

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can I request some headcannons of the bad batch reacting to reader getting called fat and comforting her?

(today while I was at school someone called me fat)

omg well ok first of all bestie i’m so sorry that happened to you!! i def experienced my fair share of that sort of thing back in my day, but just remember that above all else your body is merely a vessel to contain the infinite galaxies that form the irreplicable, unique multitudes of humanity that live within you. you are so much more than the physical form you inhabit and simply the presence of your soul on this planet makes it a brighter place<3

but anyways! i hope y’all enjoy this! i would love nothing more than for this gaggle of big strong men to defend my honor

the bad batch + comforting gn!reader (body image)

WARNING: this is entirely about comments being made about the reader’s body. there are potentially triggering themes. please read with caution<3

Hunter

when hunter hears what happened, he experiences probably every single negative emotion a person could feel at once

angry at the person who insulted you, worried about you, sad that you’re sad, stressed about the best way to handle it and help you

internally, hunter is probably more distressed than you are

this man NEVER EVER shows it tho. the inside of his brain is literally like that scene in spongebob where his brain is the office and it’s on fire and all the little spongebobs are running around screaming. but on the outside?

“oh cyar’ika, come here. i’m so, so sorry my love”

he is tenderly holding you to his bosom, praising you and reassuring you and providing that feeling of safety and warmth that’s just so uniquely hunter until you almost forget why you were even upset

he is also such a good listener. he doesn’t exactly know what to say beyond complimenting/praising you (that’s easy- all he has to do is say what he’s already thinking), but he is so attentive and really takes in everything you’re saying as you’re ranting or letting your emotions out

just knowing how invested he is in trying to understand your problems and make you feel better makes you feel so loved and so special

Crosshair

crosshair is not the fucking one

crosshair hears that someone has called you fat, and he is literally breaking their knee caps like they owe him a gambling debt within 24 hours of the comment being made

like i’m serious. of all the batchers, he is the one to go out of his way and inflict serious violence upon the individual in question (wrecker might join him)

although he’s seething with rage on the inside, he does try to be there for you in the moment while you’re upset

he’s not very good with words, and he’s definitely the type to let his actions do the talking

he will spend literally hours just worshipping your body, kissing every inch and whispering little comments like “gorgeous” and “so beautiful” and “all mine” and he won’t stop until he’s confident you know just how enamoured he is with you. mind, body, and soul

he’ll get in the shower with you and wash your hair, letting the warm water and his fingers on your scalp soothe you as he presses feather light kisses to your back and neck and shoulder blades

he will wait to seek out his victim until you’re nestled into his bunk, snuggled under his covers and fast asleep. he’ll lay a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, admiring the peaceful look on your face for a moment before disappearing into the night to deal with the perpetrator

seriously tho crosshair is sending whoever said it to the med bay for EXTENDED time. he won’t kill them, but he will definitely disfigure them

Tech

tech would honestly be so confused. like he would be so upset that someone would say that to you, and even more upset that you were upset, but i think the entire situation would be a little bit baffling to him

like i think that he is probably one of the least likely batchers to notice or care what people look like physically, and so he just would not understand why someone would be so cruel

like what would someone have to gain from commenting negatively on your body? as far as he knew, there was nothing wrong with how you looked (quite the opposite, actually), and he would just find the whole idea of someone doing that to you so absurd

despite his confusion, i think in any situation where you’re upset tech would def sort of let you indicate what kind of comfort you wanted, and would go all in from there (he read that your partner often needs different kinds of emotional support at different times and he has worked very hard to recognize when you need each type of comfort)

like if you need verbal or physical reassurance, he’s worshipping you and letting you know exactly why he finds every piece of you so dazzlingly beautiful

if you need to cry and rant, he’s holding you close and stroking your hair and giving you a safe place to just let out your feelings

if you need to be angry about it, tech will sit with you and absolutely roast the shit out of whoever said it. like he’ll pull up files about them and just verbally demolish they’re entire existence until you’re wheezing with laughter

tech would just be so sweet and would hate seeing you upset and would try his best to fix it. he loves your body, but to him you are so much more than that and it kills him that someone could make you feel so badly over what he views as such a small aspect of all amazing things that make you who you are

Wrecker

when wrecker hears about what happened, he is equal parts heartbroken for you and LIVID

he doesn’t tolerate when people have things to say about the way he or his brothers look, and he CERTAINLY won’t tolerate someone commenting on the way you look

he’s already gearing up to go bash some heads in when it registers with him how upset you are

expect the hug of the CENTURY from this man

like seriously you’re worried he’s gonna crack one of your ribs with how hard he’s squeezing

he becomes the self care king

wrecker will spend an excessive amount of time pampering you and doing his best to make you feel loved (like literally days if he has enough time)

he’s running you warm baths, he’s doing face masks with you, he’s setting up a movie night with a pillow fort and yummy treats, he’s using your entire body as a pillow and wrapping his arms around you, planting sweet kisses all over your torso as the movie plays. anything he can think of to care of you and take your mind off of the horrible way you were spoken to

wrecker isn’t gonna have as much verbally as hunter or tech or echo, pretty much confined to statements like “oh don’t listen to them, Y/N, you’re absolutely perfect”, but the way he dotes on you and the tenderness he shows to you and your body lets you know that he really, really means it

(also, he won’t seek them out, but if he ever happens to run into person who said it, he does not hesitate to beat the living shit out of them. disrespectfully)

Echo

when echo hears about what was said to you, he’s really just unbelievably sad

while people don’t usually make comments about him to his face, he knows how terrible it feels to be uncomfortable with your own body and he would do anything to keep you from feeling that

echo responds initially like hunter, holding you close and letting you cry or yell for a while, but he refuses to let you feel anything other than beautiful

he takes you to your closet and tells you to pick out one outfit that makes you feel good about yourself (if you have trouble feeling good about any of them, don’t worry. he won’t hesitate to pick out one he knows you look great in)

once you’ve decided on it, he tells you to put it on. if you’re uncomfy with him watching you change, he happily looks away until you’re ready for him to turn around. if you’re cool with him watching, he makes it a point not to hide his admiration of your form, offering sweet compliments and sultry glances

once you’ve changed, he stands you in front of the mirror so you can see yourself, and describes to you all your wonderful features. he lets you disagree with him and point out your flaws, and he counters each of them without missing a beat

echo just wants you to see yourself the way he sees you, and he stands there with you, offering so much patience and love, until he’s filled your heart with so much warmth you can feel your tears returning (this time in a good way)

you do so much to help him when he feels insecure about his appearance since the citadel, so above all else, echo needs you to know just how perfect you are, regardless of what some prick might say

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #the bad batch x reader #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #the bad batch headcanons

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infernalrevenge · 3 years

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Okay, so this is a spur of the moment sort of idea, but is it possible to have a headcanon of the four lords with a s/o who has terrible memory loss. And I don't mean forgetful, think more along the lines of Fifty first dates, like she greets one of the lords and they get talking, lords end up coming back cuz they liked their positive attitude, but when they come to visit again, s/o greets them like they've never met. Does that make sense?

Yeah I think I get what you're saying, though I never really watched the full movie HAHAHA I've only seen half of it but I know how it goes down. Hopefully, whatever I've come up with satisfies your idea :P

To stay true to the idea, reader here has anterograde amnesia -- characterized by not being able to retain short-term memories. They're aware of their own condition.

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Alcina Dimitrescu

Understandably, she'd be confused, caught off guard that you didn't remember the time you spent with her.

Honestly she might be so confused that she'll forget to be offended -- not that it would have ever occurred to her that she was bad company in the first place. You were so pleasant to be with too, so... what went wrong?

When you explain it all to her, you might actually be surprised at how quickly she gets it. Definitely isn't the strangest thing she's ever heard of. She knows too what it's like to be around someone with terrible memory -- her patience with Moreau is astounding and one she doesn't extend to just anyone.

(But you aren't "just anyone" to her. You were a warm presence, a ray of sunshine in that time you spent together, however short. She wanted to get to know you better, and if that meant putting much more effort into maintaining that connection with you, then it's nothing she can't do.)

She'll creep her way into your mind (and heart) through song. She'll invite you to the castle and teach you serenades and classical pieces, you sing while she plays the piano. It doesn't matter to her if you sing off-key or add your own silly lyrics -- if she's being honest, sometimes she even prefers your versions.

Every now and then, you do forget the notes and the words, but Alcina doesn't have a problem with going over them again if you hear a "new tune" you found interesting. It's a good thing too that she loves music so much.

One day, she might even catch you humming them while you sit with her in a comfortable silence. You may not be sure exactly how you know the song, but you're glad you're able to make the Lady smile by doing so. Maybe you'll try to learn the words next time.

Donna Beneviento

...was she really so unpleasant that you already forgot about her and the day you spent together?

She'll be so embarrassed if you don't remember who she is, thinking that the other day was a mistake and that she was just imagining the connection you two had. Not to be dramatic but she'll definitely run away in tears.

The best way to remedy the situation is to go after her right away and try to explain the situation. She might not even believe you at first, her anxiety initially convincing her that you made all this up as a way of rejecting her, or that this was all a mean prank. But if you're patient enough, she might come to understand it.

In the process of becoming part of your life, she'll definitely make something that will eventually remind you of her, or someone like her. She just wants something that would stick with you, ideally something tangible.

One day she'd gift you with a doll in your likeness, complete with its own clothes and accessories. She might even include a very small doll in Angie's likeness to go with it, to serve as that reminder.

Once you do get close enough, she says that she would rather have you call her "Donna" than by her formal title. Though this frequently slips your mind, it's no trouble at all for her to remind you. Besides, it's quite cute to see you say her name like you're trying it out for the first time, even if it may have been the eleventh. She loves the way you say her name.

And when it finally sticks to you after enough repetition and you greet her like that without prompting? Her heart just flutters.

Salvatore Moreau

Moreau has always known that he has terrible memory, but after meeting you? He's starting to doubt exactly how bad he could really have it.

As a former doctor, he might recognize the diagnosis you give him after explaining it and he goes "Oh.... Oh!"

He'll be so relieved it's not because you wanted to let him down gently by feigning forgetting the memory of what was literally yesterday (but also he'd understand if you did, he almost threw up on you in excitement. Come to think of it, maybe it was best you didn't remember that part.)

Still, he'd be determined to spend a lot of time with you and become a part of your working memory somehow. Though he knows there's no cure for such an affliction, he'll want to make an effort to include some aspect of himself into your routine.

He'll write you little notes and letters, about how wonderful you are and how you make him feel whenever you two are together. He'll give you a journal so you can write about all the cool things you want to remember later on (and part of him hopes you write about him too.)

(And of course you write about him, who would ever want to forget about the sweet doctor fish man who just wants to be loved and a part of your world.)

One day, he catches a glimpse of one such diary entry -- and he only knew that because he saw the cute little doodle you made of him, along with a small heart next to it. He swears he never meant to pry, but he thinks about it for days and days. He's never been happier.

Karl Heisenberg

Oh he'll be mad at first, for sure. He's likely the type to express first and ask questions later when it comes to these matters, but the anger is more out of confusion than genuine offense.

If you try to explain it, he may just think you're lying at first. "If you wanted me to leave you alone, you could just say so," he'd say. But at the same time, there'd be such a sincerity in your voice that it would be hard for him to keep denying it. Fine... maybe you're not pulling his leg then.

You can't tell me that this man doesn't make trinkets in his spare time. He can be a big mean metal worker all he wants but I can also picture him having made a keychain or two in his life. Maybe even a necklace. They're not perfect or polished by any means, but he just likes making little things with scraps left over from bigger projects.

That said, he'll give you some without much of a second thought. He probably ask you first if you want to keep any the first time you stumble upon his messy workstation at the factory. They looked pretty neat, so you took some of them home.

You might find yourself fidgeting with the moving parts of it, trying to rack your head and remember exactly where you got them and how. Was it on a trip? Did you get these as souvenirs? Why did one of them look like an electric fan with legs?

Sometimes you'll show him all this stuff and talk about how cool they looked. Your favorite might be the one that looks like a hammer, but the fan with legs was a close second. You tell him to be careful of the sharper parts though (wouldn't want him to get tetanus.)

He may or may not get a little embarrassed as you gush about your "new" trinkets. You might offer to give some to him that he likes but he insists you keep them, especially since you like them so much.

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looooooooomis · 3 years

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F I N A L G I R L | O N E

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t o n e | c o r n m a z e

masterlist here

pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 4.3k warnings: implied/referenced cheating, swearing (obv), angst, drinking, fluff, pending smut + mentions of smut. as mentioned, part 2 will be allllllllll the smut x

You were going to kill Randy.

In fact, as the five of you crossed the threshold into the corn maze, you thought of the various ways you could do it without it coming back to you. You could strangle him with the tape of one of his precious Jamie Lee Curtis flicks, you could push an entire shelving unit of said movies on him during one of his shifts, hell, you could just lure him over to your house with the promise of sex before ultimately throwing him out your window. Any of the above sounded good to you tonight because the bastard was running late. Which meant that you were currently fifth wheeling on what was supposed to be a slightly boozy corn maze with your friends. Only now it was a slightly boozy corn maze with yourself and two loved up couples as you all impatiently waited for the idiot to arrive.

Yeah, you were definitely going to kill Randy.

You and Randy were friends, had been for years, and you were always there for each other when it came to these types of activities. Nobody liked being a fifth wheel but at least with two single people in your little gaggle of friends, it made things easier. You were happy as a clam being single, you preferred it in many ways if you were being honest, but at least with Randy around, you could ignore the weight of his stare.

Billy’s stare.

His brown eyes were on you constantly. You could feel them on your skin, feel them raking over every inch of you as though he was trying to soak you in from afar. His stare had a weight to it, you found. No matter how far away he was or where you two were – be it at school or hanging out or even in a goddamn corn maze – you felt him all over you.

At least with Randy around, it was easy to ignore. The two of you could joke around and escape the couples long enough to focus on anything else but the weight of Billy’s stare. But tonight, it was impossible to ignore, and you hated Randy in that moment for unknowingly leaving you with the one man you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for the better part of three years.

You hated Billy more, though, for making you feel as though every inch of your skin was on fire. For making you feel this level of guilt each and every time you hung around with Sid. Sid was one of your best friends, as was Tatum, which only made this entire situation so much worse.

“You think they’ll kick us out if they find out we’re loaded?” Stu asked with a quiet chuckle, glancing behind them for effect as though he was being tailed by the owners of the farm.

Tatum smacked his chest. “Maybe if you said it a little louder, Shit for Brains.”

Stu giggled again and slipped his hand into his jacket before pulling out a mickey of cheap vodka wrapped haphazardly in a brown paper bag. “Then I guess they’d be really mad at this.”

Tatum opened her mouth to tell him off but seeing it as your only saving grace, you reached across the divide and plucked it out of his hands to take a big sip. The vodka burned all the way down your throat, and you could feel all eyes on you as you licked the remainder of it from your lips and bottled it back up before handing it back to Stu. “You’re a saint, Stu.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Tatum laughed, “I can’t even be mad at that.”

Stu was smirking across at you, knowing exactly why you were choosing the bottle tonight which only made you feel worse than you did. Of course he knew. Where there was a Billy, there was a Stu. The pair didn’t have secrets between them much to your chagrin which only made nights like this all the more awkward.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Sid asked, sweet as ever.

Your stomach twisted in your gut at the genuine concern radiating off of Sid’s features and your heart fell into your stomach when you watched her lovingly place her head on Billy’s shoulder. Where the fuck was Randy?

“All good, Sid,” you smacked on a breezy grin and shot her what you only hoped was a convincing wink. “I haven’t done a corn maze since I was a kid, just preparing myself is all.”

Tatum leaned into Stu’s lean torso and frowned. “Why? You scared?”

“Nah, she’s not scared,” Stu hummed, grinning across at you with a gleam in his eye. “On edge, maybe. Why so jittery, girl?”

You rolled your eyes and flipped him the bird just as Billy spoke up. “She’s not jittery, pencil dick,” his velvety voice was closer than you’d expected and when you saw him reach for the bottle in Stu’s pocket to take a rather big gulp himself, you swallowed hard. “She’s just getting this party started.”

You held his stare for a moment, feeling your entire body light up like a switchboard, before the familiar voice of Randy rang out. Breathlessly, he waved you all down and grinned. “What’s this I hear about a party?”

Tatum rolled her eyes and hugged her jacket closer to her body. “About time you got here, dick, it’s fucking freezing out here.”

“I know a way we can warm up,” Stu teased as he leaned down to nibble at her neck.

Despite your mood, you found yourself smiling across at the pair. They were a good match and you could tell that Stu genuinely made Tatum happy. Just as Billy made Sid happy. Your smile fell at the thought.

Randy’s eyes circled around your group of friends briefly before he threw an arm around your unsuspecting shoulders. “What did I miss?”

“The usual,” you chimed in, smiling across at him. “Tatum and Stu sucking face, Billy and Sid cuddling up and me drinking my weight in cheap beer from Stu’s dad’s mini fridge in the garage.”

Randy grinned. “I chugged a couple beers before I left the video store, so good to know we’re all on the same level.”

Your chest was already starting to feel lighter now that Randy was around. Granted, Billy’s eyes hadn’t left yours for a second since Randy slung his arm around you, but that was to be expected. At least you had Randy here now. With that kind of distraction, you’d be just fine.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?” Billy suggested, running a hand through his unruly mop of brown hair. When everyone’s eyes were on him, you could have sworn he gave you a little smirk before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “We should split up.”

“Fuck that,” Tatum laughed, “no chance in hell.”

“Yeah,” Sid agreed quietly, “I don’t know.”

“That’s literally what they tell you not to do in scary movies,” you chuckled. “When everyone splits up, trouble starts.”

Sid shivered and leaned into Billy’s chest. “Yeah, Billy, I don’t know. I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

“Oh, come on,” he was grinning excitedly now, looking between Stu and Randy for backup. “It’ll be like the movies. Dumb teenagers wander into a corn maze and split up for the sake of the plot. Halloween’s tomorrow - why the hell not, right?”

A slow grin began to pull on Stu’s face as he listened to Billy. There was a mutual understanding between the two men in that instance and if you blinked for just a second longer, you would have missed it.

It made you nervous.

“Dumb teens wander into a corn maze on the night before Halloween,” Randy repeated, “you know what, I like it. I’m in.”

You snapped your neck up to look at him. “What the hell happened to the Do’s and Don’ts of a horror movie? This is easily number one: Don’t split up.”

But Randy only shrugged. “I’m still a virgin, I’m safe.”

“How about you three idiots stick together,” Tatum gestured to the boys, “and the three of us stick together. Whoever makes it out first gets a prize.”

You and Sid were nodding along to her words, but Stu simply pulled her in for a quick kiss and laughed. “Or we all split up and see where the night takes us.”

“I’m not Lewis and Clark, Stu,” you grumbled, “I had every intention of letting Randy and Sid lead us out of here alive while the rest of us idiots followed.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Billy smirked across at you, “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Sid seemed to still be unsure of the entire situation as she mulled over the suggestion. “Y/N is right, what if people get left behind?”

“It’s corn, not the berlin wall,” Stu pointed out incredulously. “Fucking walk through the stacks until you find an exit if you get too lost.” As if on cue, Stu’s eyes lit up as he noticed one particular bend of the maze that held six different options. With a burst of laughter, he took off running towards it and pointed to his newfound discovery. “If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”

You, Sid, and Tatum begrudgingly followed the boys to where Stu now stood giddily beaming across at everyone. “This is a stupid fucking idea,” Tatum grumbled as she took her place in the row beside her boyfriend. “We only brought one flashlight, how do you idiots plan on seeing the route?”

“Here,” Billy gently tossed the flashlight to Tatum and shrugged. “Moon is bright enough for me.”

With another roll of her eyes Tatum flicked the flashlight on and scowled across at her route. “Girls, if you see a flashlight, come to me.”

Stu laughed. “What about me?”

“You lost that right when you agreed to this stupid idea,” she groused. “You’re on your own.”

Grinning – and probably much drunker than he gave himself credit for – Stu rubbed his hands together and began counting down from three.

“You okay to do this, Sid?” You found yourself asking. Her mother had only died a few months prior and the idea of the poor girl meandering around alone in a cornfield sounded barbaric considering what she’d just been through.

“I’m fine,” Sid vowed, “I’ll see you guys soon.”

“It’s okay, Sid,” Randy muttered. “You’re safe, I promise.”

By the time Stu reached one, you took a hesitant step forward and embraced the darkness that surrounded you once you delved further and further down your path. You could hear the footsteps and crunches of the stacks around you as your friends eventually all split up to take their own trail and you swore that you heard Randy bump into Sid a few minutes in, putting you slightly at ease to know she wasn’t going through the maze alone. But, as time went on and you continued to circle the gigantic moonlight maze by yourself, your nerves began to eat away at you.

You weren’t one to scare easy but there was something about being on your own in the middle of a corn maze that was eerily off-putting. You’d seen Children of the Corn one too many times to feel at ease right now and the fact you could only see a few feet in front of you at any given time wasn’t helping one iota.

Hugging your denim jacket tighter around your body, you turned left and were met with a dead end. Groaning, you threw your head back in defeat and turned on your heel to retrace your steps but stopped when you heard a loud snap come from the wall of tall corn stacks before you. Swallowing hard, you narrowed your eyes in an attempt to see through the wall of decaying crop, but it was to no avail.

You couldn’t see a damned thing.

Another snap of a corn stock echoed out before you, making your skin crawl. Why the fuck had you agreed to splitting up? This is exactly how every horror movie you’d ever seen started and sure enough, here you were. About to be killed by a child of the corn on the eve of your favourite holiday.

Another snap.

And then, just as you were prepared to run for your life, a husky raccoon came bounding out of the thick hedge with a mouthful of hard corn. Your scream caught in your throat as you jumped back from the wild animal but, before you could think of bounding away, your back connected into someone’s chest.

With a high-pitched yelp, you turned only to be met with Billy’s wide brown eyes watching your every move. “Hey,” he cooed, reaching across to steady you. “You okay?”

That familiar cologne of his hit you like a tonne of bricks and for just a second, you allowed yourself to get lost in it. You knew that smell well. You couldn’t count how many times you’d woken up to that smell all over your pillows and sheets, wafting all over your bedroom like a slow mist that never quite subsided. Swallowing hard, you blinked out of your reverie and took an instinctual step back. “I’m fine,” you breathed out, “a racoon just scared me, is all.”

He glanced over your shoulder briefly before those brown pools soaked you in yet again. “You sure you’re okay?” He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “You’ve barely said a word to me all week.”

You offered him a polite smile. “I’m fine, Billy. Just been a busy week. With swimming practice and—”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he muttered, voice strained. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Billy,” you sighed, pinching your brow, “I’m not doing this here. We can’t.”

His brows pulled together and a pained look crossed over his handsome features. “I meant what I said,” he rasped out. “You’re my girl, Y/N.”

“No, see that’s bullshit, Billy,” you bit back, “Sid is your girl. I’m just an easy lay. That’s all I’ve been for the last six months and I can’t do it anymore. I won’t.”

“You can’t believe that,” he stepped towards you and visibly flinched when you stepped back. “Sure, Sid’s a good girl but it’s compli—”

“Complicated,” you choked, “yeah, you’ve mentioned that a few hundred times in the last six months, Billy. And you’re right. It is complicated because me and you are making it complicated. For god’s sake, she’s one of my best friends, Billy. I’m fucking one of my best friends’ boyfriends. Do you get how fucked up that is?”

“Me and Sid are complicated,” he reiterated, ignoring your little tirade entirely. “But me and you, sweetheart, we work. We’ve always worked. You’re it for me. You’re my final girl.”

You shook your head and grabbed his wrist, yanking him closer to you to avoid having one of your friends creep up on the two of you and hear him rambling on. “Jesus, scream it a little louder, moron,” you growled, pulling him into the corner of the maze where the racoon had just jumped out of. “What is wrong with you? Do you want one of them to hear you?”

“I don’t care,” he admitted, “I miss you. I miss feeling you squirm against me when we watch a scary movie. I miss smelling you all over me the next morning. My fucking pillow smells like your shampoo and the fact that you haven’t so much as said a word to me this week is killing me, Y/N.”

Looking over his shoulder to ensure none of your friends were coming, you nearly hissed as you pulled him further into the thick wall of corn stocks. The tall stacks towered over the two of you and shielded you away from any prying eyes.

“One week, Billy. It’s been one week and it’s hurting you? Try being in love with someone for three fucking years and watching them fall in love with someone else. And then, when he can’t get his whistle wet with his girlfriend, he ends up in your bed.” You ground your teeth together in an effort to control the burst of emotion pounding in your chest. “That is the shit that hurts, Billy. I wasn’t good enough to be your girlfriend, but I was easy enough for you to sleep with and I was so enamoured with you that I was willing to overlook the fact I’m hurting Sid each and every time we do it. I won’t do it anymore.”

The moon managed to seep in through a barren patch of the maze wall and struck Billy in such a way that you lost your breath. Those brown eyes you’d fallen in love with all those years back were glued to your face. He’d always had this air of intensity about him but, right now, looking at the long shadows cast against his face from the illumination of the moon, that intensity had all but dissipated. You’d never seen Billy look more beautiful in your life.

The silence that followed your words was thick and tense, but those damn eyes never left your face. Not even for a second. Slowly, Billy leaned in and, in the softest voice you’d ever heard him speak, he managed to break your heart all over again. “You love me?”

“Oh, shut-up,” you snarled, “like you didn’t know.”

“How the fuck would I have known that?” he whispered, taking a step closer to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you?” You snapped. “Billy, you have a girlfriend. I’m already fucking you, what am I going to do? Confess all of this in between sucking your dick and packing up before Sidney catches wind of us?”

“Don’t cheapen it,” he cautioned, “not when it comes to us.”

“There is no ‘us’, Billy!” You reminded him. “There is a you and there is a Sidney. Then there is me.”

“Fuck Sidney,” he snarled through gritted teeth. “And don’t act like it’s only been sex between us.”

You snorted. “Maybe the odd movie, sure.”

Anger flickered across his face as he took another step closer, backing you into a particularly sturdy corn stock. This was a side of Billy you rarely saw, this unhinged almost animalistic side that came out when his emotions got too overwhelming. You’d seen this look only once before. It was few weeks into your sneaky little affair when Billy had snuck in through your bedroom window with red, bloodshot eyes and bleeding knuckles. It was the night his mother had left, and he’d just had lost a one-sided fight with the brick wall of his house.

“You were there for me when nobody else was,” he leaned his forehead against yours and you watched the muscle in his cheek clench several times over as he chewed on his words. “When my mother left, you were the one that was there for me. Not Sidney, not my father – you.” You felt his hands trail up your jean-clad hips before guiding your hips towards the thick corn stock behind you. You should have pushed him away, stuck to your guns, and ran off to find the rest of your friends. But, you couldn’t. Not with Billy looking at you the way he was.

“Billy,” you tried, but there was no conviction behind it. “I meant what I said.”

“Which part?” He asked. “When you said you loved me or when you said you couldn’t do this anymore.”

“Both,” you told him. “Sidney’s a good friend and—”

A growl escaped his throat as he shut his eyes, but he never stepped away. With his forehead still leaning against yours, it was as though he was afraid to break contact in fear of losing you all over again. “Can we not talk about Sid for one goddamn second?” He took a few even breaths before those brown eyes opened back up, capturing your gaze instantly. “I love you.”

“Don’t,” you warned him. This time it was your turn to shut your eyes as the pain of hearing those three little words sliced you from stem to stern. “That’s not fair, Billy.”

“What? You don’t believe me?” You felt his hands slither up the side of your waist and up the length of your body until they cradled your face. “Look at me.”

“No,” you griped, “to both of your questions. Don’t say shit you don’t mean, not when it comes to that. It’s cruel.”

His calloused thumb danced across the apple of your cheek. “Look at me,” he demanded, barely above a whisper. “Sweetheart, look at me.” Frowning, you opened your eyes but remained silent. Bumping your nose with his, Billy pushed your hair back and away from your face and shook his head. “I fucking love you.”

“You’re with Sidney,” you reminded him, sounding like a broken record. “If you loved me, we wouldn’t be hiding in the middle of a goddamn corn maze while our friends blindly stumble around looking for the exit.”

“Stu knows,” he admitted. “And when it’s a good time, so will everyone else.”

“Colour me shocked,” you rolled your eyes. “Stu knows everything.”

“You think I don’t want to parade you all over town?” Billy questioned. “I get so heated when I see Randy or any of those goons on the football team flirt with you. I want you every second of the day.”

You swallowed hard. “Then please, Billy, just be honest with me. Tell me why things are so fucking complicated with Sid? I get break-ups are hard but cheating on her isn’t the answer.”

Billy was truly torn as he took in the desperation in your eyes. Things with Sid were complicated but not in the way you thought they were. There were no feelings involved with Sid, at least not the romantic kind, but there was no chance in hell he was divulging his plans with Sidney. Not with you. He couldn’t stomach the idea of losing you knowing full-well you’d try and sway him on it. Or worse. What if you went to the police about it? What if you tried to stop him? No. He wasn’t getting you involved. You were the one person in his life who hadn’t let him down and he was hell-bent on doing the same for you.

The less you knew, the better.

“Just give me some time, alright?” He pleaded, grabbing your hands to ghost his lips across your knuckles. “She’s still dealing with the loss of her mother. I can’t spring a break-up on her, too. Not yet. But soon,” he kissed your hand, “I promise.”

“I don’t want to hurt her any more than we already have, Billy,” you told him, “we could end this here and now and then when you do break-up, we can continue whatever the hell this is. But we shouldn’t d—”

Before you could say another word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Everything about this man was electric and despite everything – the guilt, the secrets, all of it – the way his lips seemed to mould against yours so perfectly, stopped you dead in your tracks. Placing sloppy kisses down from your mouth and along your jaw, Billy nipped at your ear. “I really do fucking love you.”

You leaned into the kiss and tangled your fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he continued his assault down your jaw towards your neck where he nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh. “You give me a fucking hickey and you’re dead,” you chastised breathlessly. When he responded with a gentle bite, you gave his hair another gentle tug. “I mean it, Loomis.”

Pulling back from your neck, you were met with one of Billy’s rare but genuine grins. He was all teeth as he leaned his forehead against yours again, scraping his thumbnail gently across your cheek as he fought to catch his breath. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Your girlfriend would beg to differ, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Groaning quietly at the mess you and Billy had created for yourselves, you reached up and pushed a strand of his brown hair back and away from his face. “We should go,” you told him. “Before anyone besides Stu finds us.”

Giving you one final peck, he nodded in agreement and pushed a few stocks aside for you to escape from. Before you stepped out of the covering, however, Billy reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I promise, Y/N, everything is going to work out for us.”

Giving him a small, resigned smile, you leaned in and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. “I’ll leave my bedroom window open tonight,” you told him. “Do what you will with that information.”

Billy watched you disappear back into the maze with a shit-eating grin on his face. God, he was in deep with you. Too deep, perhaps, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not yet, at least. For now, he had you back and he had no intention of letting you go again.

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Taako Taaco. 114. Elf. Wizard; Specialization in transmutation and inventive magical applications.

Previous experience: Top of class at Tredore, Academy of Magics and Technology; recently graduated.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of petty theft.

Davenport likes to think of himself as calm and composed. It’s hard to throw him off. He has to be in order to have gotten this far in his mission as fast as he has.

But when he turns around from shutting the door to see his interviewee with his feet kicked up on the table, twirling a wand through his fingers, he’s a little shocked. He’s been doing these interviews for two days now, and even the more relaxed and confident people have held a bit more sense for decorum.

It’s a bit rude.

It’s also a little interesting.

He sits at his desk, pulling the elf’s papers away from his boots (shiny, and though they look expensive he can see they’re worn down and well taken care of) and glances down. “Tell me, Taako Taaco, what makes you want to explore the planerverse?”

“Bored.”

If the feet on the desk threw him off for a second, that floors him entirely. “Bored?”

“I’ve got nothing else to do on this plane, why not, you know?”

“No burning desire to go further than any being has gone before?” That’s one of the normal responses, the well-planned out speeches he keeps getting in response to his opening question.

The elf crosses his feet, leaning back somehow further into the provided chair. Davenport worries for a second that he may fall as he continues on, “that’s cool too, I guess. But I figure, why wouldn’t you want the great Taaco name aboard your ship.”

Davenport picks up a pen from his table and makes a small note on the paperwork, “no offense, Mr. Taaco, but you’re rather cavalier about this interview that determines whether or not you’re accepted into a program that may redefine our understanding of the world.”

The elf shrugs and takes his feet off of Davenport’s desk, flashing him a smirk, “you’ve seen my sister’s paperwork, yeah? No way you’re not going to accept her, and we’re a package deal. Says it right there in bold at the top of my application, my man.” It does, in fact, say that at the top. Cursive words noting how he refuses to accept any position on the ship if his sister isn't there too. When reviewing who he was interviewing today, he saw similar words on Lup Taaco’s paperwork.

“You’re very confident in your sister’s abilities.” Davenport begins, pausing for a second as he notes the way the elf begins to tense up before continuing, “however, I wouldn’t sell yourself so short. You also graduated top of your class, and excelled in the art of transmutation multiple times. One of your letters of recommendation even noted how you made many spells easier to cast, somatically speaking.”

“What can I say, I’ll find any short cut I can.”

Davenport makes another note on his paper. “Now, I do need to ask about your record of petty theft.”

“Oh, natch.”

Lup Taaco. 114. Elf. Wizard; Specialization in evocation and applied magic regarding planar research.

Previous experience: Top of class at Tredore, Academy of Magics and Technology; recently graduated.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of petty theft.

“Lup Taaco, it is nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Captain.” The woman in front of him smiles. The resemblance to her brother couldn’t be more clear, and though her demeanor is quite similar, she at least doesn’t have her feet on his desk.

Not that his desk is anything fancy, but the point stands. “I’m not technically the captain yet, you know.”

“Potato, potato.”

Davenport is fairly certain that’s not how that phrase is used. “You did research into the planes at Tredore, correct?”

“Quite a bit, yeah. I’m sure my brother told you?”

The slight tilt of her head and lit of her voice tells Davenport this is some sort of test, which is confusing and a bit disconcerting, considering he is the one conducting the interview. He checks a quick box on his papers. “He talked you up a bit, yes. But this is your own interview, and I wanted to discuss your own knowledge with you, personally.”

She smiles, a touch more warmth to it than her previous attitude. “Oh, of course. Did quite a bit of studying at Tredore. First real school we attended. Kinda boring at times, you know?”

“If you’re accepted into this program, it’s going to be four intense months of studying and teaching you the more complex workings of the ship. Plus the two months of actually being on the ship.”

“That’s the fun stuff. Not a third semester in a row of another language I already figured out most of years ago.”

“How many languages do you speak, Ms. Taaco?”

“Including common, five languages.”

“Impressive.” Davenport himself only speaks three. “Now, I would like to ask you about your criminal record, if you don’t mind?”

Her smile grew sharp as she laughs.

Honestly, he isn’t surprised. Her explanation is the same as her brothers. Grew up on the road, needed food and other items on occasion. Didn’t always run fast enough. Davenport can’t fault them, and certainly won’t hold it against them.

He glances down at her paperwork, about to ask another question about her education, when she speaks up. “I’ve got a question for you, Captain.”

“Oh?”

“The ship- we’re really going with the name ‘The Starblaster’?”

Davenport sighs. He knew this question was coming, but he was expecting it to come during a press conference from a reporter, not a potential shipmate. “Yes. To be fair, it was a communal name we put to a vote from everyone who worked on building the engine.”

Ms. Taaco smiles. “Dope.”

Barry J. Bluejeans. 37 years old. Human. Wizard; specialization in applied magic regarding bonds and planar research.

Previous experience: Current assistant professor at Duffman University of the Arcane, part-time employee at the Institute of Planer Research and Exploration.

Criminal Record: Previous altercations regarding necromancy; no crimes against the nature of life and death ever committed.

Mr. Bluejeans is an interesting man. By the look of him, you’d expect to see him fumbling his way through a PTA meeting for his two kids. Instead, Davenport is staring down the word ‘necromancy’ on his paperwork on an application regarding literal planar travel on a ship called 'the Starblaster.'

So far, the interview has been going well. He’d listened to the man explain his research into the arcane, and he’d understood planar travel as well as any of the current scientists and engineers at the Institute. He was called in often for conferences and meetings about the bond engine. He’d seen the man walking around on occasion. They’d never been in a meeting together before, but he’d seemed nice.

But he also had a history of necromancy.

Now, Davenport doesn’t like to judge people. However, being in an enclosed space with someone who needed to specify he had never technically committed “crimes against the nature of humanity” isn’t the most comforting.

But, he was a smart man. Easy to get along with, too. So far. Necromancy notwithstanding.

Best to get it over with, “so, Mr. Bluejeans. I do need to ask about your criminal record-”

“Oh! Yeah, I never killed anyone. Or un- killed anyone. Uh, resurrected, I mean. Just did lots of studying into the application of necromancy and necromantic spells. Got in trouble because I toed the line of ‘research’ and ‘bringing my cat back to life,’ but got a stern talking to. Didn’t try it again, and don’t plan on needing to deal with those types of authorities again.”

Okay, normal enough answer, far as the situation applies-

“My current research into it has stayed purely theoretical, and it won’t interfere with the mission at all.”

So the man is still into necromancy.

Davenport glances down at the man’s file, thick with it’s attached papers Bluejeans has done on planar research. He’s not even stuck up about his level of education, and that’s extremely rare for the field.

Holding back a sigh, Davenport asks, “Can you explain the paper you wrote on the outer planes interactions with the inner planes for me?”

It was a really good paper.

But the man is still into necromancy.

Lucretia. 20. Human. Chronicler; Specialization in journalism.

Previous experience: Due to multiple NDA, she is unable to give us the exact number and titles of books she has written, but she sent letters of recommendation from Duke Rensburg, Lady Norabelle, and Warren of the Seatree Clan.

Criminal Record: Acquisition and attempted use of a false ID.

“So, Ms. Lucretia, I understand you cannot provide us with most examples of your works, but from what you have provided, you seem to be very, very good.”

“I like to think so, yes.” The young woman in front of him seems polite. She’s quiet; he saw her waiting outside with a few others before her interview, and while most of them were engaged in some awkward small talk, she sat away from them. Likely partially due to her age- she is much younger than the people outside- but she also simply seems quiet.

Which wouldn’t be the worst quality in someone you would be sharing a small, enclosed space with for an extended period of time. But, if she couldn’t bond with the others sufficiently, the bond engine won’t work.

(Hell, the bond engine was already finicky, they figured out the tech only a month ago, and they only have four months to bond an entire crew to pilot it and-)

“Can you explain to me why you acquired a fake ID and tried to use it at a, uh,” Davenport glances down at the records in front of him, holding back a chuckle, “at the forbidden section of the Library of Runar?”

Lucretia looks uncomfortable for a second, and he’s sure if the lighting in the room were better he would be able to see her flush with embarrassment. She gives him a hesitant smile, “I can’t get into the explicit details, but I was working on a book for an older client whose memory was becoming patchy, and I wanted to confirm some details before I put their name to it. They wouldn’t allow me into the section without the proper documents, but my client refused to agree that I should double check his work, even though I was almost certain he was wrong, so I simply… found a way to get past their guard. I wasn’t going to steal anything and I was going to use the proper equipment to read through the documents.”

Davenport smiles, “pursuit of knowledge and truth is important to you, then?”

“I don’t think spreading lies, especially in that context, is very honorable, no.” Her hands are folded in her lap now, and she seems a bit more relaxed.

Considering the others he is planning on accepting, he may be wrong about her getting along with them. Anyone willing to break the law just to prove an old man wrong would at least get along with him. Davenport refuses to have any pushovers aboard his ship.

Magnus Burnsides. 19. Fighter; Specialization in protection fighting and mechanical engineering.

Previous experience: Current bouncer at Apex Club. Currently enrolled in Gallier’s Fighter Academy and College.

Criminal Record: One count of assault and battery, appealed for defense of another person present. One count of indecent exposure and public intoxication.

Davenport will be the first to admit it can be tricky to follow human aging patterns, but he knows he’s not mistaken in thinking the man in front of him is barely out of “child” territory. Nineteen is a very, very small amount of time to be alive. Also, a very, very small amount of time to learn important things, like how to run what is basically a ship right out of a science fiction novel- complete with breakthrough technology.

Despite this, it’s hard to not find the young man in front of him to be endearing, and mostly knowledgeable in the things they need him to be.

“Magnus. You’re very young, one of the youngest applicants we have. What makes you think you’re qualified as the head of security of the ship?”

The young man in front of him- Gods, he really is young- grins and lifts his arms to flex, a show of pride and ego almost unbefitting of an interview setting, “Have you seen my muscles? I’m very strong, and a very good fighter.”

Many of today’s interviews have been quite different than he was expecting.

“I was referring more to job experience.”

“Oh!” Magnus shifts in his seat, fingers drumming against the table as he thinks. “I worked as a bouncer for a club while I was in college and did, if I must toot my own horn, a very good job. You should have a letter of recommendation from the owner-” He leans forwards, reaching a hand out as if to look through his own files to show him the letter.

“Yes, I did read through it. She was very thorough in stating how eager you were to help.” Davenport glances down at the papers in front of him, holding back a sigh. It truly was a glowing review of this young man. While his grades from the aforementioned college weren’t the highest, especially in classes one might consider important for an institute of planar research, the two letter of recommendations he submitted from teachers of his explained how Burnsides was very persistent when he wanted to learn something he didn’t know. He also had taken quite a few classes regarding vehicles- not enough to claim the young man was an expert but enough to provide a solid basis to show him how things worked and could be repaired on the ship.

The kid’s attitude was something of a breath of fresh air in this place. However, there was one glaring concern.

“I was also a bit concerned about the criminal record we have on file for you. Assault and battery as well as the indecent exposure and public-”

“In my defense for the second one, I was drunk with some friends and maybe thought it’d be funny to streak in the lake. Who hasn’t been to a party that gets a little out of hand.” He holds his hands out as if to say “am I right?”

Off the record, Davenport is inclined to agree that he was right. On the record, he is choosing to ignore it. “And the assault and battery? The file says it was in defense of a young person.”

Burnsides grins, “that’s how I got hired as the bouncer!”

He waits a moment, expecting Magnus to continue. When it seems the young man is assuming that is enough explanation, he prompts, “by beating up a man outside the club?”

“Yeah! He was harassing someone outside, and I was walking home and passed by. I told him to step off, and he didn’t. So I decked him, and he was out right away.”

It lined up with the records he had, and honestly, seeing someone so ready to step up to the defense of a stranger was a good quality. Better than some of the older applicants who were much more… formal in their training. He wonders briefly how Burnsides would react to an altercation against someone with magic.

Glancing down at his records, he guesses he would run headfirst without thinking.

Stifling a small grin, Davenport continues, “Now, tell me. Assume we’re up in space, and something goes wrong with the bond engine. What would your course of action be, Mr. Burnsides?”

Merle Hitower Highchurch. 214. Cleric; Specialization in botany, religion, and medical treatment.

Previous experience: Current botanist at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration. Professor of botany at Narvick’s University for four years.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of loitering.

The door is pushed all the way open before Davenport can even call out the next person.

A short dwarf slides into the room with a wide grin, “hey Dav!” A mug of tea is pressed into his hands.

“Hello, Merle. You do know this needs to be at least a little formal, yes?”

“Formal schmormal. Ask me your silly questions already, bud.” Merle Highchurch, resident botanist at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration, plops right down in the seat he’d taken to commandeering once a week, for the past three weeks.

Davenport had seen him around before, but a botanist in an institute designed for exploring other planes that had little capabilities to actually go to those places yet was rarely busy, and even more rarely called upon. He still barely knew the guy, but after the day they’d gotten stuck in the elevator for ten minutes when it broke down, the dwarf had come to his office for tea each Wednesday.

It was a bit strange, but the tea was good.

“Tell me about your work experience.”

Merle laughs heartily, “they barely have me do anything around here, ‘cept tend to the couple of plants they’ve grabbed from the ground plane.”

“It’s the Elemental Plane of Earth, and don’t sell yourself short, Merle. This is basically a job interview, you know.”

Merle slurps loudly at his own mug, “aren’t you planning on nepotism hiring me, because we’re buds?”

“That isn’t even what that word means, Merle.”

“Isn’t it?”

Davenport stares into the tea, “is this made from the Earth plant?”

“Maybe?”

Davenport. 276. Captain and navigator; Specialization in mechanical engineering and arcane components combined with contemporary technology.

Previous Experience: Crewmate on the Lady Blue for twenty years. Graduated from Grensville University. Current staff at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration.

Criminal Record: Unlawful resistance of orders from captain, raising of commotion on board ship while employed.

Davenport handed the six files over to Selune, “These are them.”

The halfling woman flips through them, eyebrows raising higher with each one she sees. “You’re sure you grabbed the right ones? A few of these I understand, but you do know we had the Issaiah Broler apply.”

He folds his hand in front of him, nodding. “I also know that during the interview he made me want to pour my tea on his lap. There’s no chance of getting the bond engine going with him. These are the six I picked. They’re all qualified- and the ones that are less educated in the specifics in the field I’m sure will pick up on the important information quickly. The Taaco twins already will give the bond engine a huge boost. Ms. Lucretia will ensure we have everything chronicled, something I’m sure you can appreciate, Selune. Mr. Bluejeans previous work shows he will thrive given the opportunities awaiting us. Mr. Highchurch is an educated man, and I trust him to keep the crew healthy and provide ample information on anything botany related we encounter, and I’m certain Mr. Burnsides will provide ample help in any task we show him how to do.” He sighs, glancing out the window of her office. There were a few people lingering outside in the courtyard of the Institute. “We have been given a tremendous opportunity to explore beyond what we can imagine, Selune. The last thing I want is to be bogged down by people stuck in their ways, who have been working in this field long enough to have their preconceived notions about what to expect and who will react badly when they’re proven wrong. I trust my own judgement in picking a crew, and I hope you trust my abilities to get these people ready to set sail in four months.”

What he doesn’t say is that he doesn’t want a bunch of stuffy jackasses on his ship. He’s not even sure picking all the over-qualified people would pass through the higher-ups' inspection of the crew. The people he picked were qualified enough to get a quick sign-off, but not too much. Anyone “overqualified” would probably get rejected. The ship had been built in basically six months. It’d get them off the ground, sure. It wasn’t going to explode on them once they got up there, but it wasn’t safe. There was a reason Davenport was the captain at all.

The six candidates in those files didn’t have a name for themselves as “important” to any stuffy scientific group or noble family. These people he picked were just that- people. A group of people who he believed deserved this opportunity. If anyone was getting the chance to make a name for themselves- to have the chance to redefine everything they know about the planar systems, he wanted to make sure they deserved the chance. A dangerous chance, sure. But what was science if not a little risky.

She sighs, opening the file on top. Her hand reaches for her pen, “Davenport, I got the final say on the name of the ship, I suppose the least I can do is give you final say on the crew.” She begins to write ‘approved’ at the top of the file, flipping through each one before giving him a pointed look. “But when I get angry calls about how you approved a bunch of nobodies and two people not even old enough to drink, I’m transferring them straight to your crystal.”

“And I will not be answering a single one.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Captain.”

#davenport #taako #lup #magnus burnsides #lucretia #barry bluejeans #merle highchurch #taz balance #the stolen century #my works

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oitommothetease · 3 years

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Invisible String (4/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 2.6k words

Warning: 18+ (discussion of assault, nervous breakdown, anxiety attack, just don’t read this whole series if you are a kid)

You woke up to a night of dreamless sleep like you always did, but then the events of the previous night hit you. You wished it was a dream, but one look in the mirror and a bruise running along your cheek was enough to confirm. Not only that, but you remembered asking your boss to stay over, but you didn't expect him to. The blanket on your living room’s couch and the bowl of fruits and a glass of juice situated out for you on the kitchen counter proved that he did stay.

And then the reality sunk in, you have a decision to make. You can either go to the cops or let that guy get away. The latter sounded not so great, but you knew going to the cops isn't going to be great either. You've seen enough detective shows to know that. You've had enough, and you just wanted to forget it.

What did Mr. Barnes mean when he said you were going to talk about this? Are you supposed to visit him before work? Is he going to come to your place?

You decided to work on your book but ended up not being able to concentrate, so you started watching a show and fell asleep while watching it. Maybe some Chinese take-out could make you feel better. It didn't. Nothing made you feel better. You wished you had some friends in this new town because you didn't want to burden your work friends.

After a horrible day of trying to cope, when you finally made your way to the club, you noticed the security was increased. Usually, security guards weren't present inside the club, but today it was different. Everyone was so vigilant and you felt a little safer. If you didn't know any better, you'd think Mr. Barnes did it for you, but again he would have done the same thing for any other employee.

"Boss wants to see you," Pietro told you. You were about to head for Clint's office when the blond twin spoke again and pointed his finger towards the stairs." The boss."

Okay, well maybe playing naïve couldn't avoid this meeting, so you slowly walked upstairs. How bad could this go, it's not like he saw you in your most vulnerable state? Oh, wait, he did.

You knocked on his office door, wanting to rip the band-aid and get over with it.

"Hey," you said, faking a smile. "Thanks for getting me home last night and for breakfast today. I didn't even know I had fruits and juice at home because let's be honest, I'm a toast and coffee kinda gal."

Mr. Barnes didn't say anything, he just looked at you as if you were a confusing puzzle that he couldn't solve. He raised a hand towards the seat in front of him and you took it, nervously fiddling with your fingers under the table.

“You do that a lot, you know?” he asked, it wasn't a question, it was merely an observation.

“What?”

“Deflecting a serious issue by using a joke.” Mr. Barnes observed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What are you? My therapist?”

He arched an eyebrow, indicating that you were literally doing the thing he pointed out.

"Yeah, well, it's called having a healthy coping mechanism. You should try getting one, brooding is only gonna help you this far."

"It's not healthy if you're not dealing with it," Mr. Barnes pointed out.

You scoffed in incredulity and you felt very, very attacked.

What is it? Attacking y/n day?, you thought.

"Anyway, I think I want to press charges," You changed the subject to a more serious conversation to avoid him calling you out on your bullshit.

"Okay, I understand.”

“You do?” You asked, bewilderment clearly written all over your face. “I mean, letting an employee go to the cops is not gonna be great for your club's reputation and yours too. And, you know, considering the shady business, you do-”

"What exactly do you think we do?" He asked.

And that's when it hit you, you didn't know what he did or mob bosses do in general. All your knowledge about it came from movies and Wattpad, both of them are not a great place to gain knowledge.

“What exactly do you do?” you pondered.

He obviously wasn't expecting you to directly ask him, nobody has directly asked him or even made it known that they are aware of his work. It was kind of like a silent pact that everybody signed for, everybody except you, apparently.

“Um, you know, I've been working for almost 2 weeks here now, and I haven't seen any drugs around here, so it's obviously not drugs. You don't look like the sex trafficking types-”

"Jesus, woman!" He exclaimed, offended by your assumptions.

"Then just tell me what you do."

You expected him to tell you something, but he just kept looking at you with a face void of emotions.

"Fine, don't tell me," you mumbled, raising your hands dramatically in defeat.

“So you don't mind me ruining your reputation by going to the cops?”

“I told you I don't care. Your safety is my utmost priority,” your face might have given away the surprise you felt because he quickly backpedaled. ”I mean, the safety of my employees.”

“The safety of my employees is my utmost priority,” he told you, providing an extra emphasis on the word employees. “Anyway, one of my people would take you to the police station near-"

You cut him off immediately.

"No, you can't tell anyone else. I don't want everyone hopping on the pity train. I'm already ashamed that you know about it," you pleaded but your voice was firm, telling him that this was not up for a discussion.

At this, his eyes and features softened. Bucky didn't want you to feel guilty or ashamed for somebody else's actions, but clearly, you did.

"Okay, then I can take you. You just had to explain to the officer last night’s events, and they'll ask you to recognize Rumlow and then we can-"

Mr. Barnes’s voice faded into the background when it finally hit you.

"You know what, I changed my mind. It's too much. I don't want to press charges anymore. I didn't think this through," you backtracked. You did think this through, but now all the factors were adding up in your brain. You'd have to explain the details to a cop who is probably going to be another man and a stranger, and then they'd ask you to identify the guy. You didn't think you had it in you to face him. At least not now.

He interpreted your thought process and promptly changed the topic. "Okay, we can work with whatever you want, and at least let Peter escort you home after work."

"What? No!” You quickly declined.

“It's for your own safety,” Bucky tried to reason. He wasn't letting you get off this easily.

“I'm a strong, independent woman and I'm not scared of anything.”

That was a lie. You were scared of many things like heights, dark, spiders, confrontation and the list goes on and on.

You remembered all the lectures your mom gave you telling you that women should be scared because men are monsters, and you'd lose your honor if you are reckless and some other patriarchal crap that you didn't pay attention to. But you weren't scared, you were just always careful. You'd always put the keys between your knuckles when you went home alone. In your previous job, you used to laugh it off whenever your coworkers made a sexist joke. You'd ignore the subtle shoulder touch that your previous boss did. You told yourself that this is what it takes to make it. If you were to run away every time someone eyed you in a wrong way, then you'd spend your whole life running.

Women usually shrug this behavior off as it is what is, but the truth is it shouldn't be like this.

“Please, I insist.”

“I'm very capable of taking care of myself. Just because one bad incident happened doesn't mean I'll fucking break!” You stated, your voice louder than your regular voice to get across your point.

That was also a lie. You were walking on a thin line and you were ignoring your emotions. You were one outburst away from a breakdown, and you just couldn't bring yourself to feel anything.

Mr. Barnes tried to call your name, but you were already bolting out of his office.

You needed a drink. No, fuck that. You needed multiple drinks. It wasn't exactly wise to get drunk during work, but it couldn't get any shittier than this, right?, you thought.

Right?

Wrong. It could get way shittier than this. Now it was almost midnight, you were kind of tipsy, and you could see two Mr. Stark, your regular customer, in front of you.

Did he have a twin? Is he and his twin brother one of those identical twins that dress up the same? Because that's what it looked like.

“Earth to y/n," Mr. Stark said, or was it his twin? It was getting hard to keep track anymore.

And that's when you noticed.

“Holy, Shit. You're triplets, Mr. Stark," you announced.

"Okay, kid, close my tab.”

“Hey, y/n. Are you okay?” Peter asked, noticing the concerned look Mr. Stark gave him before leaving.

“Yes, I'm fine. Absolutely fine.”

***

Turns out you were not fine. You've been pretty much hammered for the past week, and you could barely get a sentence out without giggling or slurring. Your colleagues took notice of your state and whenever someone pointed it out, you'd just shrug it off as a bad day or a bad week. There was no concept of time in your drunk state.

You couldn't concentrate on your book, you could barely look at someone without squinting, and you've been eating takeout and leftovers for the past few days.

James would have fired if someone working under him was this irresponsible, but he knew your reasons. He knew you clearly weren't coping with the trauma well. Your work ethics were shoved down the trash that even Clint asked why you weren't fired yet.

Bucky didn't want to talk to you, he thought that maybe giving you some space would do you good, but clearly it wasn't working. Usually, the mob boss didn't interfere in the affairs of his employees, it was Clint's job, but when you smashed a bottle on the head of a customer, he had to interject.

“I TOLD THIS FUCKER NO!” you yelled, Peter’s hand around your middle from behind. Another empty beer bottle was in your hand, ready to be smashed across the face of the drunk dude in front of you.

Pietro and Wanda were enjoying the show. Peter, being the peace lover he is, held you back when you smashed a bottle across a drunk customer's face. Even though Peter was younger than you, he was stronger, and he was not only holding you back but also himself. He didn't want to cause a scene and that is why he was mulling comforting words in your ear like, he's not worth it, you're gonna kill this guy.

Damn right I am, you thought.

It was ironic because everyone in that club had killed someone except you.

When Bucky walked into the room, the drunk guy turned towards him and pointed at you. ”You are hiring crazy bitches now? Just called her baby girl and she went psycho!!!”

Bucky didn't understand what was happening. He told the security guards to take that man outside his club and he walked towards you. He firmly yet gently took a hold of your left arm, signaling Peter to let go of you. Without a word, he started walking in the direction of his office, dragging you along with him.

Once near his office, he lightly yanked your hand and shoved you inside, making you stand in front of him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he inquired, having had enough of your incompetence.

You were seething with rage. "Wrong with me? I told him no, but he didn't listen."

Bucky stepped forward, his anger dissipating into sympathy. " I know, he mumbled, "and I'm so-"

"No, you don't know!" you yelled, body trembling and tears welling up in your eyes. "I told him no multiple times, I even tried to push him off me, but he just kept coming back."

Bucky's eyes furrowed in confusion. He didn't understand your words, the drunk customer didn't touch you. And that's when he realized, you weren't talking about the drunk customer. He cognized that the drunk guy purely triggered something that you've been suppressing for days now. Bucky was aware that you needed to get it out of your system to cope healthily.

“I told him no, you know? But he just wouldn't listen,” you stated, trying to convince yourself that you didn't lead him on. ”And he was so…. so strong and… and then he hit me and everything just went blur, I couldn't see but... but I could still feel him with me.”

Not realizing that you were not in that place anymore, you wrapped your hand around yourself to seek some sort of protection and comfort, bottom lip quivering, the welled up traitorous tears were streaming down your face and all you could think about was that night.

“I… I can't get his touch out,” you stammered. ” I shower, multiple times a day, but I still can't get his touch out.”

With that, you broke down completely and shattered on the floor, sobbing ferociously. Your knees ached because of the position you were situated in, but the emotional pain was enough to overshadow the physical one.

For once in his lifetime, Bucky did not know what to do. Cautiously, he made his way towards you and knelt down in front of you. He did not know what to say or do to make you feel better.

You launched your body towards him, snaking your arms around his shoulder to settle on his neck as if he was the only thing grounding you. You lurched onto him like he was your anchor, and maybe he was. It took a minute for Bucky to register your actions, and when he did, he wrapped his arms around your middle and closed the minuscule distance separating you.

He surprised himself with the way one of his hands automatically reached for your hair and whispered words of comfort in your ear. He caught you as you crumpled physically and emotionally.

”You're going to be okay, doll,” he whispered and kissed your temple with sincerity. ”I will make sure of that.”

The second part was barely audible, it wasn't meant for you, it was a promise he made to himself.

Bucky held you tightly yet gently while you sobbed on his shoulder.

He didn't know how long he held you, it felt like an eternity to him with the way he could feel the guilt and rage inside him. When you passed out in his arms, he gently placed you on one of the comfortable couches in his office and draped a blanket around you that he had for when he would work late at night.

An office chair might not be the most ideal place to spend the night in, but it didn't matter to Bucky. All that mattered was you.

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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NSFW Valentines request: Y/n and Sero had just been out on a date. When they got home, Sero decided to tape Y/n’s arms to the headboard. I’m sure you know where this is going.. (Dominant Sero but since it’s Valentine’s Day he’s slightly more gentle.)

Reader: Male

Thanks and Happy Valentine’s Day to you! ❤️

Oooh sounds awesome! I’ve never (ever) written for Sero before, so I’m excited by this new challenge! I actually really liked how this turned out, so if you want a part two, feel free and let me know when requests open again (which will be in a few days)

💖Valentine’s Day Special💖

Sticky Situations; Sero x Male Reader

Genre: smutty smut

Type: oneshot

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: making out, bondage, quirk play, daddy kink (it’s technically Papi, but whatever lol), prince kink, blowjobs, brat play, spitting, cum play

Other: I’m so sorry this took so long to come out, I admit I was watching anime. Death Note totally isn’t creepy at all. Also, I do like the headcanon that Sero is Hispanic, but I myself don’t speak Spanish and I had to use google translate. If anything if translated incorrectly, please let me know and I will change it. Also, I call my grandpa Papi, so I kept being reminded of him when I wrote this, and it felt super weird lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (let me know if you wanna be added to or removed from the taglist)

Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made during the Valentine’s Day Special Request Event

Valentine’s Day was always fun, even when you were single. Mostly because you could bully tease all the simps in relationships. However, Valentine’s Day was even more fun when you were in a relationship.

Gone were the days where you would state that you’d never ever date.

I mean- most of those days you’d say you’d never date a girl.

You’ve kept that promise thus far.

You and Hanta Sero had been going out for about four or five months now, and you’d been looking forward to Valentine’s Day with your boyfriend. You took him on a date to a cute cafe, then took a walk in the nearby park.

If anyone looked your way, it had to have been obvious that you were dating. You were holding hands, laughing and giggling together, and Sero couldn’t stop himself from pressing countless kisses to your face and hands.

It was a little embarrassing when a little kid shouted “EEWW THEY’RE IN LOO-OOVE!! HAHA!” However, the two of you just kissed again to piss him off.

Your jaw was aching from all the smiling by the time you got back home. Stomach in loops from all the laughter.

“Hanta! You know you can’t bully a five-year-old!” You laughed, pushing the keys into the door.

“I wasn’t bullying him, I was just- ah- showing him that I love you! C’mon, you can forgive that, right, Mi Amor?”

“Hanta, don’t pull the ‘Mi Amor’ on me, kids are still kids.” You waved your finger in his face jokingly, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

“Kids may still be kids, but Y/n’s are still sexy~” he grinned, placing his head on top of yours (he’s so freakin tall).

“Oh my goodness, Hanta! You horny bastard,”you laughed, shutting the door behind you. You felt Hanta’s hands curl around your waist, tugging you close to him.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling a little and moving towards the kitchen, Hanta’s arms still around you. He waddled behind you like a lost puppy, insistent on keeping the physical contact.

“We should relax...” he muttered in your ear.

“Hanta, ‘relaxing’ to you is fucking me until I can’t think.” you commented, booping his nose. Despite your words, your body was headed towards the bedroom.

“Yeah? And? You don’t have to do shit, just relax and take it baby~” he murmured as the two of you found the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. In an instant, he had you pushed up against the wall, pressing his lips against your neck and chin, sucking your skin into his mouth to give you some visible hickies.

“Mm- you’re lucky your handsome, tape-boy~” you teased, smirking up at him. “lucky I’m so fucking horny~” your hands caressed down his sides and stomach, finding their way to his pants, cupping his crotch.

“Watch where you’re touching, Querido~” he purred in your ear.

“Yeah, I’m watching, Papi~” your boyfriend’s eyebrows quirked upwards, tugging your arms upwards. You felt something cold and sticky on your wrists, tightening around your skin. He fucking taped you. “Ah- Hanta! Seriously? Today’s supposed to be sweet, not kinky~!” you kept up your smug act, despite the uncomfortable tightness in your pants.

“Drop the vanilla act, Principe. You can’t call me Papi then pretend you want it gentle.” his hands were woven in your shirt, and his words fell straight gay to your dick. He pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you and unbuttoning your shirt. You bit your lip, still grinning like a top despite your sticky situation.

“I ain’t dropping anything anytime soon~” you cooed, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your clothed dick up against his. “Come on, Papi, I’m hard as shit right now, you gonna do something about it?” you felt his growl before you heard it, his hand gripping your jaw and tugging it up to his face, his lips inches away from yours.

“You need to shut your fucking mouth, or I’ll use it for something better.” you gulped, nodding as best you could with your face in his hand. Your grin had fallen, but a nasty smirk was plastered on his face, sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I’m sorry, Papi, please touch me,” you whined, and he let go of your face, setting your head down on the soft pillows. He undid your belt, and you lifted your hips so he could pull them down.

“That’s a good boy, asking Papi nicely for your pleasure~” he purred like a cat, palming your growing hard-on through your boxers. Your breath hitched, trying to pull out of the tape on your wrists so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Hanta noticed, pushing your arms up and quickly taping you to the headboard. You whined, complaining loudly about the excess bondage. You wanted to touch him, wanted to run your hands through his hair and scratch up his back.

“Enough of the brattyness.” he growled again, hand smacking against your thigh. “You want your dick sucked or fucking not?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please I do want my dick sucked! Please make me feel good, Papi, I won’t complain again I’m sorry~”

“Buen Chico, Good boy~” his hand finally dipped into your boxers, pulling your cock out. You sucked in a hiss as his long fingers wrapped around your base, slowly jerking you off. “You were right, Principe, you are hard as shit right now. That’s all cause of me~?”

“F-fuck! Cocky bastard-” you grunted, pulling against your restraints as your boyfriend tugged on your dick.

“I think I reserve the right to be a bit... cocky. ‘Specially considering the circumstances~” you opened your mouth to spit another bratty insult at him, but he shut you up before you could get the chance. His lips pressed against yours, and his tongue halfway down your throat. You groaned into the kiss, hips bucking up into his touch.

He pulled away from you, a string of saliva still connecting your tongues. His hand found your face again, holding your jaw and forcing your mouth to remain open as he spat into your maw.

You instinctively swallowed, looking up at him helplessly. Was it possible to get any more turned on? You were literally taped to the bed with your hot as fuck boyfriend hovering over you, jerking you off and spitting in your mouth.

He pressed kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach before he finally finally reached your throbbing dick. He pressed his tongue flat against the underside, dragging it up to the tip and suckling on it a little. You grunted again, bucking up to try and get him to take in more. He pulled of, letting out a small huff of disappointment.

“Really, baby? I thought at this point you’d recognize that you’re not in control. I am in control.” you whined at his evil grin. You were so fucking wrong. With Hanta, there was always room to be more turned on.

“Yes! You’re in control!” you cried out, “You control my body, Hanta! Please please please suck my dick! Please make me feel good! I’m your good boy, right? Tu Buen Chico!”

“That’s right, Mi Chico, un Buen Chico~” he purred, finally taking your throbbing cock into his mouth and sucking. Your eyes rolled back, head flopping limply onto the pillows with a loud moan.

“Fu-uck!” you whimpered, he had so much talent, tongue swirling around your tip as he tugged on your balls. Bobbing up and down your length and deep-throating you with ease. “Hanta, Papi! Please it feels so good!”

He hummed around your dick in approval, grinding his hips against the mattress as he continued to suck you off. He loved the cute noises you made, enjoying every dirty word that spilled from your mouth.

This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten a blowjob from him, but he seemed to get better at it every time, using your reactions as data to improve his skills. The first time he sucked you off, he was inexperienced, and you didn’t cum. Now, he had you cumming in less than five minutes.

Most days, he’d edge you. Keeping you from cumming until you were in tears, at which point he’d finally prep and fuck you. But today was Valentine’s Day, a day to appreciate your lovers, romantic or otherwise, so he decided he’d be nice and let you cum.

“God- fuck it feels so good! I wanna cum, please let me cum, Papi!” You looked down your chest at your man, he looked up with you, not pulling off of you, instead, he sped up, swallowing around you.

Usually, he’d pull off and tease you, deny your poor little dick of it’s orgasm before going back down on you, so his continuance was a pleasant surprise. You arched you back, squirming as your legs twitched.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Hanta~” you cried, bucking up into his mouth a few times as you leaked your cum into his mouth. He finally pulled off of you, stroking you a little more to encourage more to shoot out on his face.

Finally, he let go, and you flopped back into the mattress. You felt the bed’s weight shift as Hanta crawled over you, lifting your face by your chin. You felt your face heat up at the sight of him. There were lines of cum on his cheek, lip, and a little on his chin. Then he let his mouth fall open, your cum dribbling off his tongue and past his lips.

You opened your mouth out of instinct, letting him spit your cum into your mouth. His face dipped down, lips pressing against yours as he fed more semen into your mouth with his tongue. You let out soft mewls into his mouth in return. He separated, rubbing your cheek with his thumb gently.

“Don’t you fucking dare swallow.” his voice was commanding, contra(dick)ting the sweet look on his face. His tongue darted out, licking up as much spare cum as he could as he sat back on his haunches.

Hanta was still dressed, hard on evident in his pants as he rolled his hips against yours. Your breath hitched and you tugged on your restrains. You wanted to protest against him, but you couldn’t without swallowing what was in your mouth, and you weren’t exactly in the mood for a punishment.

“We’re in for a long night, Mi Buen Principe~” he smirked.

Oh shit.

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jonsa101 · 3 years

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Episode 3x14: A Reflection of How Max Stepped Into Love After A Season of Suffering

Gif credit @supagirl

Hey guys! I can’t believe the season finale has come and gone! I think my mind is just taking time to comprehend everything that has happened! Sharpwin is officially canon! As I’m typing this out, it feels strange writing a meta on the other side of things. Since season one, I’ve been writing metas about how these two belong together and making predictions about the trajectory of their relationship. Now, to be on the other side of things where I know longer have to do that because these two are finally together is kinda crazy. I feel so elated!

Now y’all, I’m not going to lie to you, I had a totally different meta planned out and that meta is still in my drafts. I will probably release it because it was a general review of the episode but I thought it was more important that I put this meta out first. When I was watching the finale live, I didn’t love it. I just didn’t. I loved that Max and Helen finally got together at the end of the episode but I had a major issue with how it unfolded. The issue my friends was this scene right here:

Baby!!! When I tell you this scene TRIGGERED me, it did! Now mind you, I wasn’t upset with Max’s storyline of searching and struggling to take off his wedding ring. It is human nature for Max to still have an emotional attachment to his ring. He’s not still grieving but essentially that ring is the only thing he has left of Georgia and represents a life he once had. Him taking it off was always going to be a monumental moment for Sharpwin and for himself. The issue that I had was Max casually telling Helen that he freaked out about losing his ring!!! To me, after the voicemail he left her, after Helen flew standby and was in a six hour flight to see him, it was an incredibly CALLOUS thing for Max to say. I know Max wasn’t thinking in this moment. I know his intentions were clearly not to hurt her but words matter and him being careless with his was a complete disregard of Helen’s feelings. She was deeply hurt and upset when he said this and rightfully so! I mean just look at her expression here:

Helen’s entire being read like

“I can’t believe you”

And girl same, because neither could I!! He knew he fucked up and he obviously made up for it in the end but y’all when I was watching it live, everything that came after that elevator scene was was tainted for me. I had a hard time believing that Helen would let what he said slide so easily and in the moment, I couldn’t appreciate the beauty of them finally coming together! 😩 In my personal opinion, there were so many other ways that scene could have played out without Max having to literally tell Helen to her face that he was worried about his wedding ring! I know they were trying to build up to the “big moment” where he finally takes his ring off and runs back to Helen’s apartment but man, that moment did not sit right with me in my spirit! It still doesn’t and I don’t think my opinion will ever change on this.

With that said, I’ve now done several rewatches of the finale where I specifically watched the scenes after that awful moment by the elevator. As I’ve had time to reflect, my perspective has changed. I no longer view the moments after the elevator scene as tainted but as something deeply profound and beautiful. Hell, even as I reflect on that scene by the elevator, I still don’t like it, but in a way I understand it in how it relates to Max’s overall journey when it comes to Helen. To me, Max Goodwin is a man who fell deeply in love with Helen in the midst of the most complex situations and a season of him suffering. It’s been deep rooted, complicated and messy from the start and over the past three years we’ve seen Max navigate through the complexities of his feelings for Helen and the circumstances he’s found himself in on our screens. I think when you look at season three finale and specifically the journey of Max finally making a choice to be with Helen, you have to put into context Max’s history and how it influenced what that looked like. So y’all that is exactly what I want to do in this meta so let’s dive in.

One thing I think we need to acknowledge is that, even though as an audience we have loved seeing Max and Helen’s journey unfold, the road has been so TOUGH for them. As Helen said in 3x13, it’s been a fight! Especially for Max. The suffering he has endured over the past three years has been unfathomable and much of his relationship with Helen and his feelings for her have been developed under these traumatic and tragic circumstances.

At the very beginning of the series, when Max and Helen first meet they clash but it doesn’t last for long. It’s his first day at New Amsterdam and as the new Medical Director, he wants her to stay at the hospital and treat patients instead of doing press tours. Helen on the other hand wants to continue doing press and for the most part ignores his demands for her to return to the hospital. When she finally does return, she does so because she learns that Max has cancer. This bonds them at the onset as Helen is the only person in his life that knows about his diagnosis. As an audience, when we first see them interact, we instantly saw the sparks fly between them. Their chemistry and natural witty banter made us immediately take a look at their relationship and what potential they could have in the future. Though we were shocked by his cancer diagnosis, I think the fun and lightheartedness of Sharpwin’s first interactions really masked how traumatic this must have been for Max. On the first day of his dream job, that he sacrificed his marriage for, he learns that he has cancer while having a baby on the way. Those are the awful circumstances that first bring Max and Helen together.

As Helen becomes Max’s doctor and he swears her to secrecy about his diagnosis, their friendship and bond grows deeper. His passion and drive to help his patients, reignites Sharpe’s love for medicine again and inspires her to put her patients first. They become vulnerable with each other more than anyone else in their lives. He confides in her about his broken marriage and she tells him that she wants a baby. When he almost dies, she becomes his deputy medical director so that he can focus on his care. All of these moments are significant to them because somewhere along the way they develop feelings for each other. They didn’t plan for it and it’s something neither of them are consciously aware of but unknowingly, they both start to fill a place in each other’s lives that was clearly more than a doctor and patient relationship or a friendship. This “place” wasn’t called out until episode 1x16 were the clairvoyant called out their feelings for each other. When episode 1x17 comes around, after a night of revelations and a scramble to get the power back on in the hospital, Helen decides to step back as his doctor. If she wasn’t aware of her feelings before, in this moment, she’s fully aware of them now. This is an effort to safeguard her heart and set boundaries because the lines of who they are to each other were already so blurred. When she “triages” their relationship Max’s reacts badly and honestly they’re both devastated and are on the verge of tears:

As viewers, we loved this moment but when you peel back the layers of what’s actually going on in this scene, it’s gut-wrenching. The subtext is so clear here yet their situation is so complex and layered. We know for a fact that Max wasn’t trying to lose her in ANY CAPACITY. We also know that in the way he TRULY wanted her he couldn’t have her and Helen knew that too. Not when he was married, had a baby on the way, and fighting cancer at the same time. Y’all that’s hard and profoundly painful when you think about it and it makes this scene all the more tragic.

When Helen steps back as his doctor, at first Max seems to be handling it well but as his cancer starts to get worse, he completely breaks. Like I said earlier, over the course of his cancer treatment, Helen filled a place in Max’s life that was so much more than just his doctor or his friend. So when he’s dying and no longer has the person he feels deeply for play an active role in his treatment, he lashes out. He’s dealing with a range of emotions he can’t handle or properly process. Things only get worse from there and at the end of season one Georgia and Luna’s life are on the line and Bloom and Helen scramble to save them. When it seems like everyone was able to come out of that traumatic event unscathed, they get into a devastating ambulance crash that changes everything.

Season 2 brings another level of pain and suffering for Max when he loses his wife after the crash and is thrust into single fatherhood. Not only is he grieving but he’s also dealing with guilt of falling in love with Helen while he was married. The complexities of his feelings is something he struggles with throughout this season and it affects his relationship with Helen. At some points he pushes her away and at others he desperately needs her. Once again, Helen and Max’s relationship is caught up in the most complex of circumstances that is riddled with agony and trauma.

By time we head into season 3, Max doesn’t even have time to breathe or think about his relationship with Helen because they’re both thrust to the frontlines of the pandemic.

I bring all of this up again to emphasize that there has never been a time where Max and Helen’s relationship hasn’t been wrapped up in trauma or some sort of suffering. It has always been one thing or another with them. It’s been A LOT and Max has tried to navigate being in love with Helen through his suffering and under these crazy ass circumstances. So after rewatching the finale, the questions that run through my mind are:

How do you step into love when all you’ve known for the past three years has been suffering?

How do you love openly and freely when for so long you’ve emotionally suppressed your feelings for someone because it was “wrong?”

How do you let go, heal, and move on with your life?

To me, answering these questions is what the season finale for Max was all about. When you’ve suffered so much and endured so much it’s not easy to step into a new chapter in your life that’s hopeful and filled with love and possibilities. For Max, I don’t think in his wildest dreams that he ever imagined that he and Helen would be in a place where they could actually be together. Considering everything they’ve gone through, quite frankly it’s a fucking miracle! So when he actually makes it to the other side and not only SURVIVES but has a chance for happiness, I don’t think he knows what he’s doing. Pursuing/having feelings for Helen from a place that isn’t wrapped up in trauma and tragedy, where there are seemingly no obstacles in his way, is totally and completely new territory for Max. I think he’s clueless in how to do that in the right way and as he navigates through that, naturally there are hiccups.

That’s evident with what he said by the elevator and also in this moment here:

Max doesn’t have a clue but he wants to make sure that he doesn’t fuck it up because he DESPERATELY wants this! I also think there’s something to be said about how we as human beings can self-sabotage ourselves when we finally have an opportunity to get what we want. Fear, guilt, worthiness usually comes into play with that and I think for Max there was definitely a fear with moving on with his life, guilt of surviving it all and having a chance to be with the woman he’s loved for so long, and a question of if he’s worthy of actually having happiness.

Their walk in my mind perfectly embodies him self sabotaging while also trying to navigate his feelings of desperately wanting to be with her. At the beginning of their walk, you see that at one point he clearly wants to hold Helen’s hand but he doesn’t (I would use a gif here y’all but I literally only have room for 10 😩). I’m focusing my attention on Max here because essentially this whole moment between them is a part of Max’s “mini story” in the episode. The ball has always been in his court and truly what we are witnessing is his journey to step into love because Helen is ready and has been waiting on him.

The most compelling moment in their walk scene for me was this one:

I find it strange for Max to walk so far ahead when he was the one who asked her if he could walk with her. My first thought while watching it live was “what is he doing” and I think Helen’s expression reads the same way. After analyzing this for a bit, I genuinely think that’s the point of this scene. Like I said earlier, Max doesn’t know what he’s doing. To be with Helen like this is, where its romantic, peaceful and drama free is probably blowing his mind and he doesn't know how to navigate this. He doesn’t know how to receive this second chance at happiness.

The internal war of Max stepping into love or allowing fear, guilt, and unworthiness to hold him back becomes all the more evident when they get to Helen’s door:

He knows he wants to come in. Helen know he wants to come in too. This man literally says goodnight twice and when Helen responds with “you said that,” it perfects this scene. She wants him to come in as well but she’s not going to ask him to. In this moment, she sees his internal struggle and she knows that he has to make the choice himself on whether or not he wants to move on with his life with her.

When he walks away, for a moment that was Max choosing to hold onto the pain and trauma of his past. That was him choosing to hold onto the guilt that was keeping him from healing and moving on. With the suffering he’s been through, it makes sense. In many ways he’s been conditioned to fight, to suffer and to endure. It’s what he’s used to. But praise the lord, he thinks of the moments he just shared with Helen.

The joy he has with just being in her presence.

The opportunity he has to freely be with her and have a life with her after loving her for so long.

He is not condemned to a life of suffering. It was only for a season. He’s in love with Helen and wants to be with her. Like hell is he going to let this opportunity at a second chance of love and happiness slip away from him. So guys, he slips off that ring, runs back to Helen’s apartment and makes a choice to step into love. Step into this new, uncharted, chapter of his life with Helen Sharpe.

Anyway guys! I hope y’all enjoyed this! I might be releasing one more meta but we will see how it goes.

As always feel free to reach out to me on Tumblr and on Twitter @oyindaodewale. Love you guys!

#new amsterdam #Sharpwin #Max Goodwin #Helen Sharpe #Max x Helen #sharpwin meta #new amsterdam meta

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A-Z Headcanon | Rock Lee X Re

@lady-doggo this one’s for you :D

A-Z Headcanons Masterlist

Masterlist

Warning: 18+ Content

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Obviously, you are going to be all drained after doing it, because come one.. Lee. So say no more, your man is already with a glass of water and towels and he honestly is so nice and sweet the entire time.

He might also be crying over the fact that you are HIS! Like wow, you're his! HIS!

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their partner’s)

All. Of. You.! *But your thighs and your neck*

He loves to keep touching them again and again. You two cuddling? He needs to have one leg over your thigh and his face buried in your neck.

Or you two watching a movie together or just chilling in general, either he will have one hand on your thigh or around your shoulder creasing your neck softly without even noticing it.

C = Cuddling

Cuddling with Lee is more like him making being a pillow for you. He loves when you just lay on him, that way he gets to hug you even tighter or you being the small spoon is another thing he will appreciate.

*But return the favor by being the big spoon sometimes too, the guy loves to nuzzle in your neck remember?*

D = Dirty Secret

When you two weren't dating, he may or may not have seen you changing after a bath but OBVIOUSLY not on purpose. He was just passing by when he thought to visit you since you just came back from a mission. He peeped through the window, but what dirty is that he could take his eyes off you, he tried but he can't. But you know what is even dirtier? You knew all along so you put on a show for him.

E = Experience

You took his virginity. Yes, now don't argue with me. Bye. Read forward.

F = Favourite Position

Either him on top if he is in control but doesn't mind you on top too, he loves it when you take control. That just shows that you are having a good time too.

G = Goofy

He has a bad habit to misunderstand the situation, and when he does that in a very serious situation, you being you, cannot control your giggles. At least you two calm everybody down with this little dynamic of yours, in intense times.

H = Hair

You asked him if you can cut his hair, he is hesitant at first but lets you do it. If he likes the results, be ready for a weekly appointment with him.

I = Intimacy

He is not every intimate with PDA in public because his words are enough. He'll say very embarrassing and intimate stuff with a straight face in front of everyone as if it is nothing but just absolutely obvious. You literally turn into a tomato and he's like "What? I WILL marry you." Yeah, that sorta stuff, straight up.

And is very intimate physically when you two are together alone. Expect hugs, kisses, especially neck kisses out of nowhere.

J = Jack Off

No, he thinks that it is almost like cheating until you clarify that it is okay. It mainly consisted of you laughing at him and him being all fake angry and really embarrassed but still smiling watching you laugh.

But still won't do it that often.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He doesn't have that many but would love to tie you up sometimes when he is REALLY feeling himself.

L = Location (Favourite places to do they do)

He likes doing it at home. But if you have any other ideas, he is shy but open to it *secretly wants to do it to*prefers

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Watching you in general? You doing anything? He admires you a lot okay? Also, we cannot deny the fact that you are good at combat too so whenever you beat the shit out of someone, expect it coming that night. Or as soon as you two get alone together.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Lee won’t do anything that you aren’t okay with. You’re his world and he can’t imagine hurting you or making you uncomfortable.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Lee abso-fucking-lutely loves eating you out. He’s actually really good at it. He had a huge performance pressure but once you guided him, he's a pro now. Lee is a fast learner and it didn’t take him long to figure out what makes you fall apart.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually is a slow and sensual type of person but he is one moment away from beating that vibrator of yours if you say "faster" even once while doing it. Whatever YOU want remember?

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

So remember he gets turned on by watching you being a badass? Bro you ARE going to get a quickie that very day in a bathroom stall.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is not big on taking risks, but if you want it, he'll do it. Very cautious the entire time though.

S = Stamina

Come one, we're talking about Lee here. Lee can go for as long as you want with no break.

T = Toy

Lee doesn’t own any. Lee generally prefers to use his own hands instead. But sometimes like to use a vibrator on you and then take you on once you are all ready.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He tried but always melted under your pleas. But you can TOTALLY do it back to him. He will fall for it easily.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is kinda loud. But if it is a risky place he's going to bury his face in the nape of your neck to avoid it but mostly to make sure that only you listen to them and you know what you're doing to him.

W = Wild Card (Just a random headcanon because I cannot think of anything starting with W)

He loves it when you cook for him. He's having a bad day? Cook him a gooood meal. He's going to pull you to his lap and feed you too while he rests his head on your shoulder. Run your hands through his hair, please. This way he feels acknowledged that you KNOW how hard he works. Sure he gets praises for him being the best at Taijutsu but he needs motivation and acknowledgment through the process too.

X = X-Ray

He is not a "buffed" buffed kind of guy but sure is full of muscles. Come on, he probably does like 1000000 pushups a day.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that much actually, he's more of an if you're down then I'm down kind of guy.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He makes sure that you are comfortable and once that is done. Goodnight world. He is KNOCKED OUT! Will try to stay up if you are in a chatty mood but since you know he already works too much the entire day, you let him sleep.

#rock lee #lee #rock lee headcanons #rock lee imagine #rock lee fanfiction #rock lee x reader #rock lee smut #naruto #naruto shippuden #a-z with sky

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