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multifandomhaven · 6 months

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Part I

A/N: So here's the second chapter of Bodyguard. I'm excited to see where this goes, bc honestly right now I don't have everything planned out, I'm just going with the flow. Let me know what you think :)

Y/N pushed her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose, sighing as she attempted to get more comfortable in the chair she'd deemed her work-from-home space. She was pouring through the files that had been sent from her office, signing off on some of the easier cases - shots, medicines, things of the like. She had secured a fill-in veterinary student - the very top of his class - to administer the injections while she healed.

Her fingers were tapping over the keys of the laptop, her eyes never leaving the screen. She was very aware of the presence on the sofa before her, cerulean eyes scanning over her as she worked. She glanced up over the top of her screen, meeting his eyes.

"You know you don't have to stare at me the whole time," Y/N spoke, deciding the silence had gone on long enough. "I don't think I'm going to disappear if you find something else to do."

John shook his head, his hands clasped over his stomach as he sat. "Just doing my job, Miss."

Y/N suppressed a shiver, distaste for the pleasantry. "Don't call me miss, it makes me feel old."

John cocked a brow at her. "You're not old."

"I know," she replied. "But the next thing I know you'll be trying to start with ma'am. Just call me Y/N. Or Bunny."

"Okay," John relented easily. "Just doing my job, Bunny."

Y/N smiled, happy with her win. "Thank you."

They sat in silence for most of the day, the distinct sound of keys being pressed filling the room. John had finally decided to turn something on the television, a more than welcome background noise for them both. He had turned on a soccer match, something that the veterinarian had no idea about, and was thoroughly absorbed.

A deep, irritated groan filled the room and Bunny's head shot up, not expecting the sound that barreled from him. He was sitting straight up, his eyes zeroed in on the screen. "Fuckin' muppet."

"What is it?" she asked, confused by the sudden change. She glanced over at the television, trying to figure out what had happened, but it was just a bunch of players crowded around, pushing and pulling at each other. "Did someone get hurt?"

John shook his head with a sigh. "No, just a stupid call."

"Wow, you're a dedicated fan, huh?" Bunny asks, her brow furrowed. "I didn't take you for a soccer guy."

"I'm not a fan of soccer," John almost glares at her, his eyes flashing. "It's football."

"Not in America," she bites back a laugh. "Maybe across the pond."

John sighs and mumbles. "Where everything makes a little more sense."

A little while later, after the game had finished, a loud grumble came from Y/N's stomach. Her eyes widened and she looked up at John, placing her hand over the offending noise. Her cheeks burned at just how loud it had been - she hadn't realized that she'd gone all day without so much as a bite of food.

"Hungry?" John's lips curled beneath his mustache.

Y/N nodded. "Let me just get a few more cases out of the way and then I'll eat."

"Not happening," John said, authority coloring his words. "I'm here to keep you safe, can't do that if you fall over from starvation."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I won't starve from not eating for a few hours. I've gone longer than that at work."

"Not with me," John informs her. "Your aunt is trusting me with your care. I don't take that lightly."

"Fine," she grumbled. She saved her work and closed the screen on her laptop, placing the device on the table beside her. She braced herself for the task of getting out of her seat, dread coursing through her veins as she realized it wasn't going to be easy. Her body was aching and, although not completely broken, one of her ribs had been fractured.

"Damn it," she hissed through her teeth as she raised to her full height. Tears flooded her eyes but she blinked them back, the pain slowly subsiding as she stood there. "I swear I'm not a wuss."

"Never said you were," he said, his lips pressed into a tight line. "You okay now?"

"Yeah," she told him. "It just... takes me a minute."

Slowly, she made her way into the kitchen of her apartment. She rifled through her freezer, trying to find the easiest meal she could, and grinned when she found a frozen pizza stashed in the back. She pulled it out, carefully, so as not to upset her rib more. She busied herself preheating the oven and finding her pizza pan, but the more she stood and moved the more the nagging pain in her side intensified. She was all but huffing when John came to check on her.

"Damn it, woman," he tutted behind her, a gentle hand on her lower back trying to guide her back to the living room. "Go sit down, I can make a blood pizza."

Y/N turned her neck to glare at him. "I'm perfectly capable of making it."

"More than," he agreed, his gruff voice right in her ear. "But you need to sit down and rest. Get back to normal as quickly as possible, yeah?"

The woman frowned, knowing he was right, but not wanting to admit it. She felt a twinge of defiance toward him. "If I go sit am I still allowed to work?"

John's stare was blank and he was unamused. "No. You've done enough work today. Isn't your office closed by now, anyway?"

She glanced at the clock on the stove - it was five o'clock, and her office was indeed closed. She pursed her lips but said nothing.

"Go sit down," he all but commanded her. "I'll chuck the pizza in and bring you an icepack."

"Fine," she sighed, stopping by her medicine cabinet and grabbing a bottle of ibuprofen. "Just so you know, I don't like to lose an argument," she told him.

"Neither does Kate," he told her with a grin, "but she also knows when she's wrong. Now go sit."

If she was able she would've stomped her way back to the living room, but the pain prevented her from doing so. She decided to sit on the couch, which was better for watching TV than the chair, and grabbed a pillow, pressing it against her chest to help with the ache. It wasn't long before John came into the room, an icepack in hand. He held it out to her, almost as if it were a peace offering.

"Don't put it directly on your skin," he advised her softly. "Do you have something to take your meds with?"

She shook her head no, reaching out to take the icepack. "Thank you."

"Just-"

"doing your job," she finished for him, looking up at him from her seated spot on the sofa. "It's almost like I've heard that somewhere before..."

"Cheeky," John noted as he crossed his arms over his wide chest, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll be back with the pizza."

A few minutes later he strolled into the room, two plates in hand. He had cut the pizza - for a military-trained man a little haphazardly - and threw two pieces on each of their plates. He sat hers onto her lap, making sure she had a hold on it before releasing his grip. "What would you like to drink?"

"A water is fine," she said quietly, a feeling of shame settled deep in her bones. She hated being coddled. John turned to retrieve their beverages when she spoke up. "Could you bring the ranch dressing, too?"

John stopped, his back stiff. He turned his neck to see her, a barely contained look of disgust on his face. "Ranch dressing?"

"You know what ranch is, I'm sure," she said, puzzled by his reaction to her request.

He nodded, turning to face her fully. "Of course I do," he said, "but eating it on pizza?"

Y/N tapped her finger on the side of her plate. "Uh, yeah? What about it?"

"It's a crime," he told her seriously. "A crime against food."

A laugh bubbled from her lips, pain exploding through her torso. She gasped and pressed the pillow tighter against her, "Ow, ow..."

John watched her silently, his hands coming out to steady her. "You alright?"

She nodded. "I'm okay."

"All this over some dressing," he mumbled, his hands still on her upper arms.

Y/N glanced up at him through her lashes, the pain slowly ebbing. "You have no idea what you're missing."

"Fuckin' Americans," he mumbled under his breath, but still loud enough for her to hear, and then straightened his back and disappeared into the kitchen. They ate in silence, watching reruns on the television as they shared their first meal together. John grimaced a bit when she dipped her pizza in the white dressing and took a large bite of it. She chewed it with the beginning of a smile, noticing him watching her eat.

"Don't judge me," she said around her bite of food. "It's so good."

John shook his head. "I'll take your word for it."

"Try it," she encouraged him, holding her plate out to him to dip his slice. "It'll change your life."

He pulled his plate away from her, protecting his food from hers. "I'm good, thanks."

"C'mon," she pressured. "One bite and I'll shut up."

He shook his head. "I've gone my whole life without having it, I think I'll pass."

"A life without ranch," she mused. "What a sad existence."

He shook his head and went back to watching the television as she continued to happily eat her ranch-covered pizza. Once they had finished and John had taken the plates to the sink they simply sat and relaxed. Y/N was curled against one side of the sofa while John sat on the opposite side, his legs spread wide. It was comfortable, Y/N realized, having someone here with her. She didn't think she'd warm up to him this quickly, but she saw what her aunt liked about the Captain.

"So how long have you known Aunt Kate?" Y/N asked suddenly, her curiosity taking over. "She's never really said a lot about you."

John looked over at her, studying her question. "A long time."

"Wow," she said sarcastically, "such an enlightening answer."

John sighed and looked to be thinking about whether he should tell her or not. "It's been over ten years, at least."

"Ten years," Y/N repeated. She was quiet for a beat and then asked, "So how old are you?"

"Old enough," he answered simply. "Why does it make any difference?"

"Because I want to know," she said, tampering down the urge to throw something at him. "Do you ever give a straight answer?"

John smirked and shrugged. "When the situation calls for it."

"That's really annoying," Y/N pointed out. "That's fine, I'll just guess, then. I like guessing games." She hummed as she thought, looking over him. He had flecks of gray at his temples, but his face gave nothing away. "I'm going to say that...you aren't forty yet?"

"That isn't a guess," he chuckled, "that's another question."

"Don't be like that," she groaned. "I'll tell you my age if you tell me yours."

"I already know your age," he told her simply. "Your aunt told me the basics before I came."

"Fine," she huffed, rolling her eyes at him. "Be boring."

John fought back a smile, but he softened under her agitated gaze. "I'm not yet forty."

Y/N gave him a blinding grin, her eyes crinkling. "See, now that wasn't so hard was it?"

An amused hum left him, and he shook his head. "No, but it's so fun to watch you get angry."

She opened her mouth to retort, but a shrill ring from her cellphone cut her off. She dug it out of her pocket as gently as she could and looked at the screen. "It's Aunt Kate."

Before answering the video call she straightened her hair and wiped her mouth, making sure she'd gotten all remnants of pizza off her face.

"Hey Kate," she greeted, fighting the urge to flinch as she saw the bruising on her face.

"Bunny," Kate replied, seated in her office. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling better," Y/N smiled softly, touched by her aunt's concern. "I managed to squeeze in a little work today."

"Don't overdo it, you're supposed to be resting," Kate warned her seriously. "Is everything going okay with John?"

John eyed the phone at the mention of his name. "Everything's fine, Laswell."

"Good to hear," Kate replied. "I'm glad everything is going smoothly."

Y/N took a deep breath, not wanting to ask but needing an answer at the same time. "Have you found out anything about the men who attacked me?"

"Not yet," Kate told her. "Just give me time, Bunny. I will find them."

Y/N's heart beat rapidly, she felt it in every nerve in her body. She swallowed down her anxiety and gave her aunt a small, forced smile. "I know you will."

"I'll call you back when I get more news," Kate assured her. "Get some rest, okay?"

Y/N promised and disconnected the call. She stared at her phone, her mind racing - she had made a conscious effort not to think about the violence that had been inflicted on her just a day prior, trying to push it from her mind completely. She didn't want to live in fear, and while it hadn't been easy she'd managed.

Work and the man beside her had kept her thoughts busy, but now...

"What's going on in that head of yours, eh?" John asked her, genuinely curious. "You haven't been this quiet all evening."

She sighed, picking at her cuticles. "Just thinking."

"Vague answer," he replied.

She looked at him through the corner of her eye. "Like you have any room to talk."

"Touche," John smiled at her. "Really, what are you thinking?"

"I just hope we get them," she admitted quietly. "I don't like feeling vulnerable. Scared in my own home, scared to go to work."

"That's why I'm here," John said, his eyes softening. "I won't let them hurt you, not again."

#john price #call of duty #john price x reader #john price x laswell!reader #cod #kate laswell #bodyguard au

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brvdges · 3 years

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Like A River Flows - Stark!Reader x Peter Parker

Title: like a river flows

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N hopes to meet her soulmate on her eighteenth birthday. Soulmate No Blip AU

Warnings: none

A/N: I've been gone so long but here's a new imagine! I got a new laptop! So hopefully there will be tons more of these. I listened to "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Kina Grannis if you wanna get the full experience.

Word Count: 1824

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You could hear the sound of glasses clinking and laughter echoing up from the main room as you tugged at your dress at the top of the stairs. You turned around and looked in the ornate mirror behind you.

Everything about you was perfectly polished and plucked; your lace was perfectly laid with every hair beautifully framing your face. Your ears were adorned with simple gold diamond studs and a matching name necklace sat daintily on your collarbone.

Your makeup was done to perfection with your brown eyes sparkling from behind layers of shadow, liner, mascara, and false lashes. For the first time in your life, you had gotten your makeup done professionally. Your father had paid for it of course -- it was at his insistence that you had gotten it done.

In fact, the entire party was at his insistence and he had taken it upon himself to have every detail perfect. You didn’t really want a big elaborate birthday party, but today was the big day.

Everyone had a special day when you’d finally know the person you’re meant to be with. At a young age, you’d come to the conclusion somehow your meeting would be on your eighteenth birthday. When your father was enlightened with this fact, he had taken it upon himself to make everything perfect -- including you. Thanks to him, you looked undeniably stunning. It was the most beautiful you had seen yourself in a long while. Ever since your mom had passed, you hadn't felt the need to dress up anymore -- so it no longer felt like you.

“You look absolutely radiant, Y/N.” Pepper assured you as she joined you in looking in the mirror. “Your father outdid himself. Just wait until he sees you.” You understood immediately what she meant, you were almost a spitting image of your mother. Your mahogany skin and high cheekbones were hers, as was your smile and arched eyebrows. The only evidence of your father was the occasional facial expression. “You ready?” she asked turning you back towards the steps.

You nodded and smiled cautiously, “You’re gonna be okay. There’s so many people down there and they’re all excited to see you.” The two of you peered over the banister down all the sea of people below. Your father had indeed gone for a more sophisticated approach, but as with all Stark parties it was pretty much promised to liven up as the night went on.

“All right! Chin up!” You did as you were told and began your way down the grand staircase. As you made your descent, you saw the attention shift to you as everyone took you in for the first time that night. “The birthday girl is here!” Natasha raised a glass to you. You smiled to her as you were welcomed with a myriad of birthday wishes.

As the party continued on, you felt almost like a princess. So many promising people had come up and introduced themselves to you; however nothing had clicked yet. You were starting to wonder if all the theatrics had been for nothing when your dad found you. You were standing against the wall watching your friends have a ball of a time dancing to the DJ that had recently taken place of the string quartet.

“Y/N, shouldn’t you be dancing?” he asked, his dark brows furrowing in confusion. You sighed disappointedly, “Yeah, I guess.” You picked at a string on your dress, “I thought I’d meet them today.” Your dad nodded glancing over at Pepper. She was talking excitedly to Natasha -- likely about wedding plans. The way he looked at her was so beautiful. The way you could tell everything he felt for her from just a look was absolutely amazing. That was it -- that what you wanted.

“Well, Y/N, you never know there’s still a few hours left to your birthday.” you frowned a bit, “I’ve talked to every person here that I’ve never met. I’m pretty sure it’s not happening today.” your dad chuckled, “You know Y/N, I know I’ve told you the story of how I met your mom.”

“Italy, 1999.” you mumbled looking up at your father. He nodded, “We met and it felt right. I’m not one to be very emotional, but I knew I wanted to keep her around. There was just something about her.” you tilted your head, “She wasn’t your soulmate though. Pepper is.” He sighed, “She was the one for me -- well until she passed, of course. By that time, I had known Pepper for years and I didn’t see her in that way until one day, I just did.” He looked over at her again, her and Natasha had been joined by Maria.

“I don’t know if you're understanding what I’m getting at. I don’t know if I’m explaining it clearly. What I’m saying is -- it could be someone you’ve already met and maybe you just haven’t realized it yet. No one ever said it had to be someone new -- just that there was a day that you would know.” He gave you a small smile, “You should enjoy your night because either way, you look amazing, kiddo. Happy birthday.” he playfully hit you on the shoulder before walking away.

Taking your dad’s words to heart, you decided to let it go for the night and just have fun. You made your way out onto the dancefloor, your friends cheering at your arrival.

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It was finally the end of the night, cake had been eaten and presents had been surveyed as there were too many to open. Most of the guests were beginning to go home but some still lingered out on the cul-de-sac. You stood on the front porch, your heels in your right hand as you waved people goodbye with your left.

“I seemed to have missed most of the festivities.” A familiar voice made you turn around to see your father’s prodigy, Peter Parker, standing behind you. You were pretty good friends with Peter as he had been working with your father for little over three years now. Even still, he seemed to have his moments where he seemed to shut himself off from you and get quiet. He seemed to have his moments and his secrets and so you didn’t really hang out much outside him visiting the tower.

He also wasn’t a social butterfly so even though you had invited him to your party, you didn’t actually expect him to show. Even though it was the end of the night, your spirits still rose seeing him here. “Yeah, you did. My dad got so drunk he serenaded Pepper on the bar.” the two of you laughed.

You looked out over the seemingly never-ending property, your father had held your party at the summer home. It aided in you feeling like a princess, there was a garden maze on the south side of the home and a long driveway lit by lanterns. You glanced over at Peter and stepped off of the porch, “Would you like to join me on a walk?” He smiled and followed.

The two of you slowly made your way towards the garden maze on the other side of the property. “You look...” he trailed off while admiring you. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and were glad he couldn’t actually see it, “Thank you.” The two of you turned into the garden maze as lightning bugs flew overhead and a cool breeze filled the air. As you walked, you tried to catch and release a few lightning bugs.

The sounds of late summer night hummed in the background as you spotted the small black rectangular box in his hand, “What’s that?” you asked. He looked down at it sheepishly, “It’s just something I got you. I don’t know if you’ll actually like it.” He had thought to buy you something? That was unexpected, but very welcomed.

Without you saying anything, he slowly opened the small box to reveal another gold necklace. “It’s not 100 percent pure gold like the ones your dad gets you,” it was absolutely gorgeous. It was a small heart pendant attached to a gold chain. “It’s stupid really-” he scratched the back of his neck, looking down at it. “It’s beautiful, Peter.” You whispered in awe.

“Would you mind? You can take the other one off.” You said turning around. He carefully removed it from the box. He put it over your head and placed the pendant on your collarbone before securing it in the back and you felt a warm sensation in your heart. Suddenly, everything changed.

It was like your senses had sharpened. You could hear the distant conversation at the front of the property and the chirping of the crickets. You could feel the soft summer breeze across your body and Peter’s soft breath on the back of your neck where goosebumps had started to form. Every time his skin accidentally brushed yours, it felt delicate yet intense all at once. The world seemed to slow as he pulled your hair over the chain after removing the other necklace and turned you to face him.

You studied his face and your eyes fell upon his brown ones. His hand found yours sending shivers through your body. You lightly squeezed his hand before pulling him closer feeling your knees start to get weak.

Resting your hand on the side of his face, you slowly guided him to the ground. You were close enough to lightly feel the air escaping his nose. He looked down at your lips and was about to lean in when- “Y/N! Come say goodbye to your grandmother!” your father called off from the distance somewhere.

The two of you fell apart still sitting on the ground the closest you had ever been. You frowned slightly looking away, “I should say goodbye to my nonna. I usually give her a kiss and a hug goodbye.” You licked your lips looking down to avoid eye contact. “She flew in from Italy -- my mom’s side of the family. I don’t get to see her like that.”

“No, no. I understand.” he mumbled as you both quickly stood. You began dusting off your dress as he helped. You looked up at him again quickly before looking back down again, “Thanks again. It’s beautiful.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes again because his gaze suddenly felt so intense, it felt like you’d melt. “You’re welcome.”

“Y/N!” your dad yelled off in the distance again. You gestured towards the balcony of the house where your dad was likely yelling from, “I have to go.” Peter nodded quickly, “I understand.” You admired him and watched as his eyes softly gazed over your features one last time. “Good night, Peter.” you waved quickly, “Good night, Y/N.” You gathered your dress and hurried off towards where your dad and nonna waited for you on the balcony.

That was it.

#avengers imagine #avengers au #avengers x reader #stark!reader #peter parker x reader #dad!tony x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker imagines #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #peter parker au

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astraltrickster · 2 years

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Fun story:

I first realized I was trans when I was 16, and while I don't like to give out my exact age, I will say...that was a while ago. Long enough ago that educational resources for how the hell to do anything toward transitioning were pretty scarce. I was also terrified of telling anyone in real life because I didn't feel like my dad would understand and my mother, while she was the one who actually introduced me to the fact that trans people exist, seemed to be laboring under the belief that transitioning was something eccentric rich people did just to Be Weird, and she had what I now recognize as a radfem background and still very much had those tendencies, and I feared she might go NIMBY on me (and I turned out to be right, but thats neither here nor there).

But at a point around...2010? 2011? I DID find a place to buy gray-market hormones, and I seriously contemplated taking the plunge that way rather than hope I could get it the legitimate way (the gatekeeping standards of the time were, well, about what the UK is trying to go back to).

I was excited, but I had a lot of concerns about it - what if my parents asked what I was getting in the mail? What if they found the used syringes? How would I dispose of those safely without getting caught? What would happen when I could no longer hide the changes? What if something goes wrong and I have to explain this to a doctor?

The only thing I wasn't concerned about was how to pay for it - the only way to buy it was with a digital currency that I could buy with money from my job, or earn just by letting my computer run a piece of software in the background. I realized that if I left my laptop running overnight it seemed entirely possible that I could just get my hormones effectively for free.

But it was fairly complicated to figure out how to set up and use, largely because it was pretty new and niche at the time; as I was trying to do it, I ended up thinking about all those other potential drawbacks and I chickened out.

That digital currency was, of course, the infant Bitcoin.

So imagine being me, every day, living in the post Bitcoin-boom world, watching new cryptocurrencies pop up every day, all of them now being blatant scams and the entire landscape being run by Captain Planet villains,

Living every day with the knowledge that if I hadn't chickened out of buying gray-market hormones, I would almost certainly have had a few coins left in a wallet when the big boom happened.

The moral of this story is don't chicken out of doing the gender thing you want to do or you may miss out on finding a million dollars in your couch cushions. 🤷‍♂️

#personal #but okay to rb #storytime

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burningupp-replies · 3 years

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That day, the JD was pretty busy. Both you and Zuko were running around like crazy people, fulfilling orders and cleaning up after guests. It was stressful, yes, but holy shit you guys worked so well together! As you took the orders, Zuko would listen with half an ear. The drinks and pastries would be all set on a tray as soon as they were needed, where you would then trade his full tray for your tray full with dirty dishes, which were then handed to Azula who was on dish duty for the day.

Everything was running like a well-oiled machine; Azula let you know as much with some comments during the day. Those comments were hard to describe... They felt almost snide, but you could tell she was at least trying to be genuine, so you just smiled back at her and were your general cheery self.

When things started winding down, and Azula's shift ended, you and Zuko shared a few conversations when nothing else needed to be done. You were exhausted after the first six hours of your eight hour shift were a constant rush, but the conversations shared with him somehow made it all worth it.

"So obviously, I had to let her know she was being a nutcase, but I had to be nice even if she was a witch," you rambled on, talking about an earlier customer who could probably be described as a Karen.

"As you do," Zuko teased, and you swatted his arm.

"Yes, sometimes you do! Stop making fun of me," you whined, pouting at him. Zuko went quiet for a little, just staring at you, so you stopped pouting and huffed. "Anyway, I kindly let her know that even if I wanted to provide her with a fresh smoothie with grapefruit, we didn't have grapefruit. And even if we did, we don't have a blender or an actual recipe to satisfy her needs, and the smoothie shop down the freaking road would probably happily serve her a smoothie containing grapefruit. And then, can you guess what she did? "

Zuko raised an eyebrow. "Ask to talk to the manager?"

"YES! The nerve of some people, I'm just so tired. So then I sent her to talk to Azula," you finished, smirking.

At this, Zuko burst out laughing. You grinned, because you didn't think anything in the world was as beautiful as this boy laughing. He wasn't one to laugh for the sake of laughing, so when he did, you knew it was genuine.

There were many little things like that which you had picked up on during the past month working at the Jasmine Dragon. He was extremely punctual, but was fairly forgiving of others. He liked routine and order, but didn't get upset with chaos as long as he could have his own neat little bubble. He didn't mind cleaning up after others; in fact, he preferred it. And above all, he was kind.

The afternoon started bleeding into evening, and you discussed everything under the sun, from your love of everything cute and fluffy to you recommending a sleepy time tea for his insomnia. You had a pack with you, and offered him a bag. He smiled cutely, and you felt your heart melt a little. Damn it.

~*~

As soon as you guys closed the shop after the last customer, you could leave. The evening had been really slow, surprisingly, and everything that would normally need to get done after closing was already taken care of. So you both grabbed your things and went to Zuko's car. It was fairly cold outside so late in the evening, and you tried to suppress your shivers so he wouldn't see. Of course, though, he did.

"You okay?" he asked, a bit concerned.

"Oh, yeah, it's nothing. Just a big contrast to the heat when working with tea," you joked, and he chuckled.

"I suppose," he hummed as he turned the heat up in the car.

Some soft music played in the background the entire ride back, but honestly, you couldn't even tell what it was - you were nervous. And it didn't help that he folded up his sleeves to his elbows while driving, because damn; that did things to you.

Once you pulled over to park and go inside, he handed you his hoodie, no questions asked. You took it reluctantly, but pulled it on anyway. It smelled like him - firewood and something so warm and sweet, you couldn't describe it.

"So, this is my place. It's not much, but I don't need much," Zuko introduced once you came in through the door.

It was a modern apartment - everything was black and white, with a few paintings here and there. It was fairly small, seemed like a one bedroom apartment, but it was still nicer than anything you could even hope for in the near future.

"It's really nice, Zuzu, I like it," you replied, beaming a smile up at him. He smiled back. "So I brought a change of clothes, and figured that maybe I could use your bathroom to change?" you asked after a few moments of silence.

"Y-yes, of course," he stammered, and showed you to a bathroom.

You thanked him, and went to change. It wasn't anything extraordinary, you were only watching a movie after all, but you hadn't exactly brought your worst chill-at-home clothes. A pair of yoga pants and a tank top, and you decided to put on Zuko's hoodie again - you hoped he wouldn't mind.

When you were done changing you brushed your hair, putting it in a messy bun on top of your head, before heading back out into the living room/kitchen. The apartment was open plan, after all.

"Alright, so I don't own the movie, but I did bring my laptop and my Disney+ account, so I figured it would do," you joked, and Zuko turned around with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. And then he froze.

It was quiet for a few beats. You took the time to appreciate the man in those damn grey sweats again, and a normal t-shirt. Spirits, did he make everything look good?

After a moment he blinked a few times, then shook his head so slightly you could have missed it; but of course you didn't, because you were very observant when it came to this man.

"Uhm, sure. Sounds good," he replied once he gathered his thoughts, and you suddenly struck by a realization.

"Oh sorry, I should have asked if I could use this," you mumbled, gesturing at the hoodie adorning your body while blushing a little. "I can take it off if you-"

"NO!" Zuko almost shouted, and you jumped a little. He cleared his throat. "No, it's fine."

You smiled shyly before unpacking your laptop and setting up the movie, sitting down on the couch. Zuko joined you soon after, and seeing as you were watching on a laptop, you had to scooch in pretty close. At first you blushed, asking if it was okay, to which he just nodded, and then you fell into silence while watching the movie.

Halfway through, your head hit his shoulder, as you were getting pretty tired. He stiffened at first, but then he relaxed even more, and you stayed like that. He leaned his head on top of yours and you sighed, eyes drooping more and more. Before falling asleep, you registered a deep hum of contentment combined with strong arms wrapping around you tightly, squeezing you a little.

TEAMWORK | part 7

A/N: i decided to write this movie night, too! i hope you guys like my "actual" writing too, not just the texts :p also, i'm almost at 40 followers which??? crazy??? thank you all! lmk if you want to be added to the taglist <3

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samdeancass · 3 years

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Vampire Life

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Enzo x reader, Dean x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Enzo, Y/N, Dean, Sam

A/N: Part 2 to Augustine

Description: Y/N hasn’t seen the Winchesters since she was turned into a vampire. Upon chance, the Winchesters end up in the same town as her and Enzo.

The scent of blood flooded your senses as you neared your prey. The closer you crept, the stronger the scent became. You felt your fangs protrude from your gums and your eyes blackened as your vampire side took over you.

Slowly you crept up behind your prey, stalking their every move, and pounced, their legs buckling underneath them. Your fangs pierced the neck and you began to suck, the metallic taste of the blood hitting the back of your throat.

"Well done, my love." You stood up and wiped the excess blood off your face before walking over to Enzo, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Not bad for a first time, eh?" You winked at Enzo before walking away from the scene, leaving him to clean up the remnants.

It has been a few weeks since you met Enzo and began your new life as a vampire. At first it was tough trying to deal with your heightened emotions and the excruciating hunger for blood, but Enzo had gotten you through it. He had been your rock through your transition and you couldn't thank him enough. Because of your previous life as a hunter, you outright refused to feed on people so Enzo had been helping you to hunt and feed on animals.

The only regret you had was leaving Sam and Dean, especially Dean. They had been part of your life for so long. You had meant to visit the boys, but you had been so caught up with adjusting to vampirism that you hadn't even called them. Secretly, you were hoping that you would bump into them, just so you could tell them how amazing your experience had been.

Sam was sitting at the library table with his fingers dancing over the laptop keys whilst Dean was rummaging through some box that he found in the storage room.

"Dean, I think I've found something." Sam turned the laptop around expecting to see Dean at the other end of the table ready to read about the new case. Instead, he was met with Dean's backside still in the air with half of his body emerged into the box.

A small smirk graced Sam's face as an idea popped into his head. He jumped up from the table and quietly walked around to Dean. He laughed quietly to himself before kicking Dean's ass, causing him to fall head first into the box.

Sam fell on the floor laughing with tears falling down his face at the sight of Dean's flailing legs above the box. "SAMMY! Get me the hell out!" Between laughs, Sam managed to muster the strength to pull him out of the box, revealing a very red-faced and frustrated Dean.

Dean shot Sam a death glare before spotting the laptop on the table and walking over to it, whacking him on the back of the head. His eyes scanned the screen and widened when he spotted some worrying words: 'bodies drained of blood'.

He looked at Sam and a silent message was sent between them. "You don't think it's Y/N, do you?" Sam shook his head and placed his hands on his hips. "I'm not sure, Dean. We don't know how Enzo has influenced her. He could have made her into a monster."

A sinking feeling filled Dean as he thought about having to kill you, his best friend. He leant on the table and banged it in frustration. "Godammit! Why does this always happen?!"

Sam patted his brother on the shoulder and began to make his way towards the Impala. "I'm sure we'll be able to sort something out with her. After all, she is our best friend." A sense of doubt was evident as Sam finished speaking. Truthfully, he didn't know how you were going to react to he and Dean rolling up and confronting you.

In the distance, you could hear a sound that you thought you would never hear again: the distinct rumble of a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. You jumped up out of your seat and ran out of the diner towards the sound, leaving Enzo sitting alone and confused.

When the Impala rolled up outside of the diner, heightened excitement coarsed through your body. You had a feeling that the Winchesters would be in town due to the number of dead bodies that have been found, but you never thought that they would arrive so soon. Usually they waited a little while to gather as much information as they could about a case before they headed out.

Sam got out of the car first and walked over to you, a shocked expression on his face. He picked you up in his arms and twirled you around, placing a small kiss on the top of your head. Dean, on the other hand, didn't seem so pleased to see you. As Sam ventured into the diner, you walked towards Dean with your arms outstretched to him.

"Hey, Deanie." He looked at you and scoffed before closing the car door and walking straight inside, completely ignoring your attempt to hug him. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion at his odd behaviour before following him inside.

You took your seat next to Enzo whilst the brothers sat opposite you. You engaged in a conversation with Sam, telling him about the new exciting things about your life and how Enzo has been supporting you. Enzo took your hand and kissed it, much to Deans’ misery.

Throughout the conversation, he had kept his eyes on the both of you, especially Enzo, and looked extremely displeased when you told the brothers about drinking animal blood. The brothers looked at each other with questioning looks and excused themselves to talk outside. You pecked Enzo on the cheek and followed the Winchesters, ready to question their weird behaviour.

Stepping out of the diner, you noticed Sam and Dean huddled over the hood of the Impala having a serious conversation. You began to sneak up behind them quietly, eager to eavesdrop on their conversation. Thanks to your heightened hearing, you didn’t have to move far before you tuned in.

“Dean, if she’s drinking animal blood then it’s not her dropping the bodies. We need to talk to her and see if she knows anything.” Dean leaned closer into the Impala, taking in a deep breath. “I don’t know if I can, Sam. Seeing her with him, drinking blood. I just don’t know if I can trust her.” Sam placed his hands on Deans’ shoulders in an attempt to comfort him. “She’s still the same person, Dean. The only thing that’s changed is what she eats. Y/Ns still our best friend and nothing will ever change that. Let’s just go and talk to her.”

When both of the brothers turned around they spotted you standing in the entrance to the diner, blocking their way. You narrowed your eyes and walked towards them, slow and steady. They began to back away until the backs of their legs hit the Impala. You stopped right in front of them before pointing your finger in Deans’ chest.

“You know, Dean. You could have just asked me about what was going on, I would have told you that it wasn’t me. After all that we’ve been through together I would have thought that you’d be able to trust me, vampire or not.” You backed away before looking at Sam. “I’m willing to work with you two on this case, but when it’s over, you best get the hell out of town.”

You walked back into the diner, leaving Sam and Dean standing in shock.

Working with the Winchesters was harder than you cared to admit. You knew that Dean still harboured those feelings for you, so you could immediately sense the tension between him and Enzo. After what happened in the parking lot, you only really talked to the brothers in relation to the case. You did regret what you said to them both, but you were still a little angry that they didn’t trust you enough to ask outright what was going on.

After a little investigating, you had managed to find out the group of vampires who were dropping the bodies and decided to put together your abilities to take them out.

The drive down to the building was a quiet one. Tension was very evident in the air, especially between you and Dean. You could tell that he was sorry but due to his stubborn nature, he wouldn’t apologise to you. Both you and Enzo were sat in the back of the Impala, holding each others hands. You had told him about what had happened between you and the brothers and he was nothing but supportive of you.

Once you arrived at the destination, all 4 of you exited the Impala and made your way towards it. You didn’t know how many were in there, so you all had decided to split up: Sam with Enzo, Dean with you. It seemed logical to have vampiric strength on each side, but you would have rathered go with Sam, at least he was more understanding.

Sam and Enzo headed around the back of the building whilst you and Dean headed towards the front. Dean walked in front of you, taking his usual protective stance. He stopped at the front door and turned around, opening his mouth to speak. “Listen, Y/N....”

You placed a finger to his lips and leant your ear up to the door, listening for any signs of movement. “Not now, D. There’s about 5 of them in there. If we go now, we’ll be able to catch them off guard.” Dean moved out of the way when you opened the door and followed you inside, closing it behind him.

Sounds of scuffling already filled the room when you walked further in. Both you and Dean looked at each other before running towards the sound, only to find Sam and Enzo pinned down on the floor by 3 vampires. You readied yourself into a fighting stance and baring your fangs whilst Dean took the machete out of its case and holding it out in front of him.

“I thought you said there were 5.” Both Dean and you looked around the room for any sign of the missing vampires. You managed to tune out any background noise and tried to focus your hearing on anything out of the ordinary. You picked up on heavy breathing coming from behind you and turned around, pouncing on the vampire. Dean did the same, slashing and stabbing at the vampire.

Blood and guts covered both you and Dean once you were finished. You both turned around to rescue Sam and Enzo, only to find them standing up with the vampires hands around their necks. You growled in anger at the threatening stances whilst Dean began to storm forward towards his brother.

The vampire holding Sam dug his nails into his neck, causing blood to come to the surface. Dean stopped in his tracks, slowly raising his hands in surrender and backing away. You managed to gain Enzo’s eye contact. You could tell that he was a little worried about the situation. You nodded in an effort to calm him down and let him know that everything was going to be OK.

Slowly, you grabbed the knife that you kept in your waistband and threw it at the vampires, piercing ones shoulder. With the vampires distracted, Sam and Enzo managed to get themselves free and readied themselves for a fight, machete and fangs at the ready.

One of the vampires lunged themselves toward you, only to have their head chopped off by Dean. Dean gave you a charming smile and ran over to help his brother. You ran over to Enzo just as he ripped the vampires throat out, embracing him in a hug. You looked deep into his eyes and kissed him, pouring all of your feelings and emotions into it.

Clearing of throats is what pulled you both away from each other, a little embarrassed about the PDA. “If you’re done snogging each others faces off, we need to dispose of these bodies.” You rolled your eyes at Dean before heaving a body over your shoulder and took it outside to the back of the building to burn it.

The Winchesters didn’t stay long after ganking the vampires. You were upset to see them leaving, especially because you had unfinished business with them. Pulling them both aside tears began to travel down your cheeks, the emotions of the last few days finally showing themselves.

Sam took the lead first by wrapping you up in his arms and kissing you on the head. “We’ll see each other soon, Y/N. That is, if you still want to see us.” You nodded your head and gave him a small smile before he headed over to the Impala.

This left you and Dean standing awkwardly in front of each other. Both of you opened your mouths to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, Dean opened his arms to invite you for a hug. You walked straight into them, the familiar scent of leather and whiskey enveloping your senses. Dean pulled you away and looked down at you, winding a stray hair behind your ear.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have trusted you. I should have known that you wouldn’t have been the one killing those people. I think my emotions got the better of me and I wasn’t thinking straight.” You looked up into Deans eyes and gave him a comforting smile.

“It’s alright, Deanie. I overreacted. I should know by now how your mind thinks. It’s being a vampire, it heightens everything.” Dean stiffened at the word ‘vampire’ but soon softened when you rubbed comforting circles into his palm. “You’ll get used to it soon enough.”

Dean nodded and kissed the top of your head in goodbye. He began to walk away before stopping and turning his head back. “If Enzo does anything, and I mean anything, I will grind his bones into dust before ganking him, OK?”

You rolled your eyes and pushed Dean away, smiling a little at his over-protective nature. “You’d have to get in line.” Dean laughed before waving goodbye and getting into the car. The rumble of the Impala filled the air and you watched as the car rolled off into the distance, a small tear sliding down your cheeks. “Take care my boys.”

You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and a pair of lips attach themselves to the back of your neck. You smiled and turned yourself around in his arms, attaching your lips to his.

“Shall we take this inside, my love? Your all tense and I know a perfect way to ease it.” Enzo broke the kiss, took your hand and led you inside, ready to ease all of the frustration coursing through your body.

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pandoraswrld · 3 years

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IT WAS JUST A LITTLE MISTAKE

— in which the girls finally debut, told from hime’s point of view

characters / nakano hime, hwang yewon, lee jangmi, the rest of the black rose ensemble, mentions of the girls’ manager

words / 2k

warnings / lots of shouting and swearing, guilt-tripping, arguing, someone slams their fist on the table and it’s just not nice

this is a rewrite of my first writing piece! not much has changed but it’s updated to be more accurate!

The first music show stage, an idol could never forget it. The rush you feel as the adrenaline pumps through your veins and the crowd roars on for you. For some it may be a bad experience, perhaps someone heckles you or maybe there’s no one there at all, but the Black Rose girls were determined to make sure that their debut stage would be the one to stand out.

“This is crazy cool!” Hime peers ahead at the stage just ahead of the girls. While the floor was mostly bare, the led screens in the background displayed falling diamonds all around the stage, accompanied with flashing lights of white and red.

Jangmi pulled all the girls into a close huddle, bringing their heads in to close off the outside world, “This is it girls, the moment we’ve all been waiting for and one we cannot mess up!”

Jangmi was always so determined, from the days she joined SM to the moments that would soon define her career. Hime noted their leader’s eyes twinkling with something she rarely saw in her anymore, passion, she could see passion building in the older girl and it made her smile just the tiniest bit.

“I want you guys to give it your all, this is our chance to show the public that we are stars!” She threw her hand into the circle, followed by the eight others, for one quick cheer of good luck, “Black Rose, fighting!”

All of a sudden the stage feels way bigger than it actually is, a weight lifting Hime down as she finds her position on the ground. There’s nothing to worry about, she tells herself in an attempt to exhale all of her worries, it’s not like this is her first time on a stage. She turns her head slightly to find Lyra’s eyes meeting hers, a soft smile gracing her face, calming Hime down only a little bit.

Hime figures a little bit of fear is good, it ensures that you will always perform at your best. It was always a scary thought that something would go wrong, but that fear only helped boost her in hopes that her confidence will carry her through all the worries. And now she’s ready.

It surprises her a little when the audience immediately bursts into a round of cheers as the far-too familiar beat of Rise starts playing. She never knew they had that many people watching them so early on, probably thousands more heads hidden behind the darkness at the back of the studio. It felt good, it felt great, to be an actual idol. In that moment, it was everything any one of them had ever dreamed about and they finally achieved it.

It wasn’t long before Hime’s first line came up, an exciting spring in her step as her sickly sweet voice and a flip of her golden blonde hair did all the work. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, Lyra following Hime with her own airy vocals and then it was Yewon’s line. Hime’s eyes could only catch a glimpse of Yewon beside her but her heart dropped as she started to notice the girl fumble.

Yewon knew this dance, Hime knows she did. All of them had practiced it over and over, day and night, but Yewon always stayed behind just to put in that little bit more work. Neither of them know why her leg turned that way instead of the other, neither of them know why she’s the only one twisting left instead of right. Yewon’s mistake disrupts the synchronicity the girls had perfected and in knowing that she just moves on like nothing happened in order to quickly catch up to the rest of the girls, Hime hoping that the mistake would be quickly forgotten.

However both of them knew, she fucked up.

Hime can’t keep glancing back at Yewon as the song continues on, it would only disturb the performance even more. A feeling of anxiety settles in her chest as dread settles in Yewon’s, but they made sure no one would be able to tell as they painted their faces with peppy expressions and even wider smiles than before.

Soon, the chorus started to blast through the speakers of the stage and all of them had an unmistakable energy as they continued to dance. The rest of the performance went well, screams from the crowd almost drowning out the sound of their own voice as all the girls reached their very last lines. All the girls wore massive grins for their fans before they were ushered off the stage in order to prepare for their next stage.

“That was amazing! I’ve never felt better!” Sera’s face was unbelievably happy, her and Juliet jumping for joy as the girls walked back to their dressing room.

The girls had only one more performance left and the award ceremony until they could finally leave and get some rest. However, the next hour was not without its fair share of hostile tension and deafening silences between the girls and Jangmi, who had held a darkened expression and furrowed eyebrows ever since they left the stage.

Their manager, Hyesun, pulled Yewon aside at the end, most likely to talk to her about her mistake but Hime was too far away to catch a sound of what they were discussing. Hime knows Hyesun, she knows she’s not going to yell at Yewon or do anything to hurt her, she understands. Still, she can’t shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong because of this mistake, be it now or in the coming days, and the feeling was not aided by the painstakingly long journey home without the lively chatter of the other girls.

Finally they reached the dorms, although all of them felt uncomfortable together. Yewon sat on the corner of their navy sofa biting her nails and chipping away the pale pink nail polish along with it. Hime was the first to notice as the young girl sat nervously, immediately throwing an arm over her to embrace Yewon.

“You did fine.” Hime whispered into Yewon’s ear, placing a soft kiss to her temple.

“Don’t lie to her Hime.” Jangmi said without even looking at the pair.

It felt as though the world stopped upon hearing Jangmi’s voice. It was so quiet and calm, but anybody could hear the poison and anger behind it, even Lyra and Aejung held onto each other in anticipation for what she would say next.

“She messed up and you know our trainers don’t allow mistakes.” The older girl finally turned around to Hime and Yewon, her face still gorgeous despite the scowling expression, “How could you even think of ruining our debut performance like that?”

“Jangmi, it was barely a mistake and she got back on track as fast as she could–“ Hime started before being interrupted by their leader.

“Don’t coddle her Hime, she fucked all of us over!” She slammed her fist down onto the kitchen counter, causing a few of the girls to jump.

“Have you met these netizens? They will find any problems with us and rip us to shreds, who knows what bad things they’ll say about us to drag our name, my name!” Jangmi’s voice raised considerably as her anger began to get the best of her, “And it will be all her fault!”

“Jangmi–” another girl tried to interfere but it was no use in the state she was in.

“No! What would our superiors think of us when even they were unsure if we should debut so early?” She pushed a hand through her thick, dark hair in frustration, groaning as she started to walk away from the rest of the girls.

Sera was the only girl to follow Jangmi. Hime wasn’t sure what the motivations behind Sera’s actions were, to be fair she never really did. Every one of those girls, even Hyesun, knew of Jangmi’s temperament and how bad things could get if she decided to take this frustration even further and yet Sera still spoke to her with hushed words. How dare Jangmi accuse her of coddling Yewon, Hime thought, not when she needed to be calmed down like she was a toddler.

“Jangmi, please, the yelling is over the top.” Hyebin joined Hime’s defence of Yewon, “I’m sure no one even noticed what she did.”

“It doesn't matter, we’re an SM group and these kinds of mistakes are unacceptable!” Sera was now holding Jangmi back from the girls as she started to rush towards them.

“C’mon guys, she’s right, who knows what they’ll say to us when we go back to the SM building?” Sera was now showing signs of actually giving a fuck when an exasperated sigh leaving her mouth. Sometimes Hime wished the girl cared more about anyone that wasn’t herself or Jangmi.

“She doesn’t have to scream at the poor girl, she’s only seventeen!” Lyra rebutted.

“And Juliet’s fourteen, yet she made no mistakes!” Jangmi rolled her eyes.

“How would you feel if someone got onto you like that over something so little?” Hyebin scoffed, turning her back on everyone else.

“They did.” She muttered under her breath, garnering some annoyed stares from the others at Jangmi’s sudden quiet tone.

“Oh really? Well then you should know exactly what it feels like!” Hyebin’s cheeks started to heat up, anger rising in her own body.

“Why don’t we actually look at the comments,” Aejung suggested with a tired face, “Prove that it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

There was another long wait, the girls’ centuries old laptop taking forever to load up. This time the silence was agitating, Hyebin and Jangmi sharing snarky looks at each other like children, whilst Yewon simply laid quietly beside Hime, she hadn't said a word in the last twenty minutes.

At last the naver page had loaded the Rise performance, the thumbnail of which featured all of them with such proud faces. Hime wished things could just be still like that moment.

Aejung’s scrolling was almost agonisingly slow as she took the time to read each comment, the corners of her mouth turning up upon seeing compliments for herself.

“See it’s mostly good!” Juliet exclaimed, sounding as though she couldn’t wait for this argument to be over.

Jangmi carelessly pushed herself in between Hyebin and Sera to see closer, doing her own scan as if she didn’t trust the words of anyone else. Dramatically, her finger pointed out one comment.

“So this is SM’s new girl group? They should just stick to Red Velvet, none of these girls look like idols!” Jangmi almost sounds proud to say such hateful words, it makes Hime scoff.

“If they remove that short girl the group will be perfect.”

“I can’t believe they made a mistake on the debut stage, how can SM allow this?”

“Stop!” Lyra raised her voice to interrupt Jangmi’s continuing comments, “We get the point, no need to shove it in our faces.”

“But that’s exactly what I have to do if any of us want to learn from this!” Jangmi’s arms were crossed, her vicious tone replaced with a more disappointed one all of a sudden.

“It was just a little mistake.” Yewon’s voice was small, barely even audible but everyone heard it.

All heads turned to the girl, her figure tiny and weak as she continued to bite her nails almost all the colour gone from one finger. Hime hated Jangmi for doing this to her, she didn’t deserve it with all of the hours she alone had put into finally making her debut.

“Clearly it wasn’t.” Was all Jangmi had to say before leaving the living room, slamming her bedroom door shut. It left an annoyingly loud echo.

“I’m sorry.” Yewon's voice started to choke, tears beginning to stream down her face.

It was only the beginning of their career, yet somehow this moment felt as though it was the end. Everything they had put work into to get to this point, the years of training they’d suffered through, for one simple fight to ruin everything? Hime hated the idea of it but that’s exactly what it looked like.

#bobakocnet #aeskocnet #hime — dev #yewon — dev #oc — jangmi #kpop oc #kpop oc group #fake kpop idol #fake kpop group #finally redid it !#it's more accurate to sera's personality too

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purekesseltrash · 3 years

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This is my final ask talking about BTD so it has to be perfect, I literally created a google doc so I wouldnt fuck it up before I sent it

Shoji replaying a song over and over while doing a task reminded me of when I listened to “Ophelia” by The Lumineers on repeat while drinking coffee on my kitchen counter and lemme tell ya, I’ve been chasing that high ever since

Yeah knowing you'd have *some* family but not all of them after coming out sucks major ass but its the truth, I'm ever so grateful that the only person who would react negatively that I know would be my maternal Grandmother whos a narcissistic bitch who I haven't spoken to in years so like, i dont give a shit what she thinks but I know that it would be hard on Shoji seeing how family oriented he is in this story and him knowing his relationships with his siblings and parents would be rocky makes my heart break for him

OOOOO BITCHHHHHH HES TEXTING HIMMMMMMM

That went over a lot smoother than I thought it would, I mean i'm incredibly happy that they’re like, getting together, but I honestly expected it to be more drawn out

Awww Tokoyami getting their as fast as he could and Shoji being soft for domestic Tokoyami

Sweet jesus I can relate to Shoji just randomly thanking his friend for being his friend, the amount of times I’ve wanted to just ominously text my friends a “thank you for everything” is too many to count

I LOVE GRITTY, HE REMINDS ME OF MY CAT WHOS A MAINE COON (his names Chewie if you're interested)

I knew Mic would suck at cooking, its just so him

I practically squealed at Shoji changing Tokoyami’s contact name to Fumikage

Okay, little background story, I keep a list in my notes app of headcanons for Tokoyami and literally one of them on there says word for word “Dogs absolutely love him and he loves them right back” so im SO GLAD you made him a dog person, making him a cat person seems like the easy route

LAWYER MOM IS INTRODUCED i honestly didn't picture her as a blonde but now I see it

Tokoyami’s mom being incredibly enthusiastic reminds me a lot of my mom, she always get excited when people have pride flags hanging up and suggested we get a pride flag so that made me appreciate my mama more than I already have been

I swear to god my eyes got as big as saucers hearing the part about cheesecake because I'm from New Hartford and forgot Hartford was a different city.

I can just picture Aizawa SLAMMING the brakes and whipping his head around, hair flying, as he looks at Shoji

“And he let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding” how much more cliche could you get, not gonna lie that made me laugh

All right I have to confess something. I've skipped every transcript of Put Your Sticks Up because I was impatient and wanted to get to the story. Now you know my biggest secret, I always felt bad but would get frustrated cause I wanted to hear ‘bout my boys.

The last precious worm ask! I am finally on my laptop so I can give this the proper attention.

Ngl, when my head isn't working, I will just put on one song and play it over and over and over and over and over until something comes into my head. My ShinOji fic 'Gold Rush' came from that. Still not sure how I managed to make a somewhat decent fic out of a song about gentrification but my mind is a wild and wonderful place.

Yeah, Shouji goes through it with his family. One thing that I can say though is that as Shouji starts to get more and more successful with his art, Tokoyami starts to spitefully send articles and reviews written on his work to his parent's house. He never gets a response but doesn't expect to, he just feels like they should see how amazing their son is, goddamnit. The one day, a letter comes back. Tokoyami opens it, expecting it to be them telling him to knock it off and instead, one of the pictures has been sent back with 'This is beautiful' written in pen, an arrow pointing to one of his vases. Tokoyami then has to show it to Shouji and explain what he did. Shouji cries basically all night. That starts a very, very tenuous back and forth with his mom.

Gonna put the rest of this under a break because it's gonna be long

You should have seen my first outline if you thought this was quick with them figuring it out. Basically, the only reason that Tokoyami broke it off in the first place was because he didn't see that there was a chance of it working. They worked so well otherwise. Amazing chemistry, complimentary senses of humor, Tokoyami didn't want to break it off at all. He just felt like he had to because otherwise they were both going to get more hurt. So when Shouji was like 'okay, but actually I do want to try this', he was all in.

Ojiro is legit Shouji's first real friend. Which is really really sad given that they met when they were eighteen but Shouji never really got a chance to do anything normal.

Maine Coons rule and Chewie is an excellent name for them. I was going to name their cat after Marie Phillipe Poulin, the greatest women's hockey player ever, but I decided that Gritty would be funnier. Mic as a bad cook is deeply satisfying, I picture him being like me, just all 'okay but I just do enough to make something to survive on and uh.... who needs all the details and stuff'.

The name change actually came from my beta. They asked why his contact was still Western Civ Tutor in the beginning of the chapter and I was like 'oooo, great way to show how they have changed'.

And maaaaaaaaaan. I'm sorry but how is someone who is a bird gonna like a cat. Nah. Tokoyami is a dog person. They do go on to get a dog. They were going to get a Shiba Inu or something catlike until Kenta came through with a hound puppy that he'd found in the rain while on his route and just dumps it in Shouji's lap like 'Surprise!'. They name it Lu after Roberto Luongo, famed goalie. The dog is a goddamned menace and Shouji ends up having to take it to classes and learn about dog training so they can all keep their sanity. He ends up loving Lu the most. (I do some part time dog training so I had to throw that in)

Tokoyami dyes his hair. He's actually a mousy blond under the dye like his mama. And yeah, my parents are hella supportive too. I figured it would be healthy for one of them to have accepting parents.

Aizawa was pretty pissed, ngl. For all that he should know better, he got caught up in the same shit that coaches tend to slip into, which is a responsibility because they have someone with potential that they must mold and then when they go on to do amazing things, they can feel a part of it. But then he realizes where he fucked up and how he was so busy seeing Shouji the hockey player that he couldn't see Shouji the person.

Listen, it's my fanfic, so I'm gonna get as cheesy as I damn well please. I'd written a super cheesy ending for the end of 'Black Sun' and was waffling on keeping it until somebody was like 'it's a fic, be as cheesy as you want'. I can has my cheese, as a treat.

WHAT IN THE FUCK WORM. HOW CONFUSED HAVE YOU BEEN THIS ENTIRE TIME?!?!?! this legit made me laugh out loud when I read it. GO BACK AND READ MIC'S SHOW!!! I set up so much stuff to try and prepare the reader to understand the emotional stakes, not to mention the basic facts of hockey! That being said, I get the feeling.

Thank you for this last super mega grande worm ask, sorry that it took me so long, I wanted to be able to give it my full attention. <3

#btd

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zombierocker17 · 4 years

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Forever, Harry Styles imagine. (Long)

Here it is. It took me two days to write this. And I hope everyone has got there tissues this is incredibly romantic. Please enjoy ❤️

You were at your shared home relaxing after a long hard week, it was a cold winter morning. You felt the soft cream colored crochet blanket that Anne, Harry’s mother had made for you last Christmas. Mouse yours and Harry’s cat came to sit next to you, Harry named her mouse because when she ‘meows’ she sounds like a little mouse. She nestled her small head into your arm, you pet her head and scratched behind her ears. Looking at your phone background of Harry you smiled. It was a picture of him sitting on the set of SNL smiling like the goofball he is. Mouse meowed when she saw the picture, “I miss him too sweetie” you say petting her as you get up and head to the kitchen.

Harry was off working on stuff for his second album, he was very busy and often wasn’t home for weeks. He was supposed to be home in a week, you understood his busy schedule. You turned on the kettle to make some tea, prepping things for tea. You realized you actually pulled out two mugs and spoons as you normally would when making tea for you and Harry. You wiped a small tear away putting the other mug and spoon away again. You poured the steamy water into your mug with your preferred tea, and walked back into the living room. Sitting on the couch again with Mouse finding her way back to your side purring. You sipped on your warm tea feeling it warm you up.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch for a few hours, waking up to the sound of your laptop beeping at you. It was a Skype call. ‘Sweet creature is requesting a video call’. You sat up and answered the call to see Harry in his car smiling at you. “Hey Babe” he said adjusting the laptop on the dashboard of his car. He looked beautiful, the light on his face was pale and bright. He had his nails painted black and his favourite black sunglasses on his head. Hair tousled around the frames, light stubble on his jaw and upper lip, which you found absolutely attractive on him. He smiled at you admiring him through the screen. "Hello??? Y/n? Anyone home? " He said chuckling as you hadn't answered him yet .

You shook your head focusing on the conversation now. “Yes, I’m here sorry, got a little distracted. How are things going babe?” you say. He chuckles knowing his effect on you “Things are going amazing actually.” Harry says scratching his jaw. Mouse hears his voice and meows, you show her Harry on the computer. “Look who misses you babes” you say, “Hi Mousey” he says using her nickname she meows. You giggle positioning the computer again so he can see you he smiles, “I miss my girls, I-“he gets cut off by his phone ringing “One sec babe” he says answering it. He’s on the phone for about a minute before hanging up the phone. “I’m really sorry babe I have to go do something” he says with a sympathetic smile. “It’s okay , I’ll see you later this week, I’m going to probably order some pizza then watch a movie with Mousey then go to bed” you say a little upset but trying not to show it. “Alright I love you, bye” he says ending the call.

You hadn't seen Harry in a month, you missed him so much. You missed the way he would pull you closer to cuddle in bed, resting his head in your shoulder. You missed his scent a light mint and vanilla smell, was his favourite cologne. You would spray it on your favourite sweater which was actually Harry's but he didn't mind you wearing it. You missed the way he would make you laugh. When he's gone the house felt empty, no laughter, no romance, no Harry. You loved him so much. Thinking about him was all you did.

You sat there in that thought for about 20 minutes, until the doorbell rang. You thought ‘did I already order the pizza?’ Pulling out your wallet you walked to the door, digging in your wallet for cash you opened the door without looking. Then you looked up and saw Harry there in a dark grey sparkly Gucci suit with a black dress shirt, the first few buttons undone showing the edges of his chest tattoos. He was a holding a bouquet of light pink and coral roses, and a large black box. Smiling at you “Surprise Y\N”. You almost fainted seeing him, instead you wrapped your arms around his neck, also wrapping your legs around his waist kissing him. “I thought you were going to be back next week? “ You asked tearing up a bit. “Change of plans, things got done a lot faster than I thought. So I get to come home.” He says. “Oh Harry I missed you so much” You say hugging him tight. He puts you down and walks into the house, He hands you the box and sets the roses on the table. “Go put that on we have reservations for dinner” he said pushing you upstairs to the bedroom, he walks downstairs to put the roses into some water.

You open the box, it’s a dress. A dark grey long dress, the same color as his suit. It has a sweetheart neckline with small black gemstones across the top. You quickly styled your hair into a sweet up do with little hairs hanging out. Light amount of makeup, and some black strappy heels. You admired yourself in the mirror, the dress hugged all of your curves before flaring out below the knee. It made you feel like a goddess.

You walked down the stairs to see Harry’s back facing you, kneeled down petting Mouse. She meows looking at you, Harry turns to see you before saying. “For the first time in my life I know the difference between pretty and beautiful” you blush and he leads you outside towards a black sparkly limo. Harry greets the driver "Hello Altman ", "Hello Mr.Styles, and hello to your lovely lady" the driver says shaking your hand. He opens the limo door helping you in. Harry joins you in the limo after telling the driver where to go.

After driving for a while the limo stops in front of a small looking building, it had slate stone walls and large windows, it looked dark inside with very little light. Altman opens the door helping you out with Harry behind you. The restaurant had the name on a sign near the doors, the sign said Buried Beneath. Harry held the door open for you as you walked in like the gentleman he is. The entry room was small you wonderd how this was a resturant . Walking to the small check in table there was a tall very thin man with thin rimmed black glasses. "Welcome to Buried Beneath, what is your code word? " the man asked. You were confused, Harry simply said "Eroda ". The man nodded typing into the tablet " Mr.Styles?" Harry nodded " Right this way" the man lead you two down a short hallway to some stairs going down. Harry helped you down the stairs until you entered an area. A short thin woman around maybe 40 years old leads you two into the dining area.

The dining area was dark with beautiful high ceilings and red lights, dark furniture and decorations. It was a bit overwhelming, Harry saw that you were a bit nervous so he put an arm around your waist comforting you. You could smell the familiar cologne on him, you relaxed as the woman brought you to your table it was in the back of the room a more private section. Harry pulled out your chair letting you sit before he did. A waiter came for your drink orders, Harry orders a bottle of their house wine for you to share. You shared a platter of seafood and salads. (Or whatever you like to eat) Everything tasted incredible, the wine was rich in flavor. Harry was telling you about what he was working on for his new album. About the word Eroda and what it meant, he told you there was a song to go with it and that it was going to be released in a few days for the fans.

After the meal was finished Harry paid the bill with a very generous tip, he also purchased 3 bottles of the red wine. He really enjoyed it. You left the restaurant Harry helped you into to limo again. It was dark out now with thousands of stars in the sky, it gave you butterflies in your stomach. You returned home and Harry led you to he bathroom helping you out of your dress placing it on the dresser along with your shoes. He started to run a bath with candles burning and bubble bath. You stood naked in front of him, he admired your figure tracing your collarbones tracing up to your jaw. Lifting your chin to kiss him, it was a long passionate kiss.

Harry then stripped naked and climbed into the large steamy bath with You laying on his chest. You traced your fingers under the water against his lower abdomen vines tattoos. He chuckles " I adore you Y/N" he says "what?" You say as Harry grabs a small remote. He pushes on of the buttons at the small stereo speaker you had in the bathroom. A soft pop beat comes out a song you've never heard before.

Harry starts singing :

Walk in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind

I get so lost inside your eyes

Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me

You don't have to say nothing

You don't have to say you're mine

Honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You look as his lips as he sings, like an angel the words effortlessly pour out of mouth. Every now and again he would gently give your side's a squeeze. He truly loved you through and through, and you knew it. When he finished singing, he wiped a small tear from your face. "What do you think?" He asks blushing. You got up so you were now straddling him " Harry that was beautiful, the fans will love It, I love you Harry " your about to kiss him when he stops you. He reaches out of the bath into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small ring box and places it on the ledge of the bath.

" Y/N , we've been together for 4 years and I've loved every minute of it. Your incredibly important to me. Your beauty is undeniable, your personality is flawless. Every time I look at you my heart beats faster. I can't explain your love, it's better than words. And if you love me as much as I love you I hope you will say yes." He opens the box to show a decent sized diamond engagement ring. " Y/N would your marry Me?" He asks holding the box in front of you "Yes I will Harry!" You say as he pulls you in for an even more passionate kiss than before.

You spend the evening cuddled on the couch with Mouse in your lap, underneath the cream crochet blanket. Harry by your side from now till forever.

This was fun. Let me know if you enjoyed it! ❤️-Briana

#1d #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles #one direction imagines #imagine #imagines #one direction #romantic

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clickbait-david · 5 years

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Ignored - David Dobrik Imagine

summary: In which david manages to ignore y/n due to being so intensely focused on the vlog

word count: 1,519

warnings?: the smallest bit of angst?

a/n: hey gif is not mine also this imagine can be read on my wattpad as well

It was something you were used to, the feeling of when David would get zoned entirely out by a vlog that he seemed to forget you exist solely. But it still hurts you nonetheless whenever it happened.

You usually wouldn't even realise it at first until you would ask him to go out for lunch and all you would get is a hand wave to back off in response or when you would try to speak, and he would non-purposefully snap saying something you knew he didn't really mean.

Today had been a rough one though, waking up in a large bed alone thinking he was still there with you to only reach out and feel the other side of the bed empty. Leaving his room you were met with an empty house, Natalie and David being nowhere in sight and it wasn't until you saw a note from Natalie that you knew what was happening.

'Hey y/n, had to go out to grab some groceries and I believe David was going out to film some vlog footage. Someone should hopefully be home soon - Natalie xx.'

You had been thankful that Natalie had written a note for you, although you were slightly gutted because you had previously spoken to David about going out for breakfast and then possibly doing some things in LA. But when David leaves for vlog footage, you would have no clue what time he would be coming home, and who would be with him.

It wasn't until 12pm, a couple hours later that Natalie had arrived back home a car full of groceries which you helped her carry into the house and still no sight from David. Although you had seen David's face in the background of one of Zane's Instagram stories which you had ironically come across.

It wasn't till a couple more hours later that your boyfriend had come home, heading straight for his bedroom before situating himself on the couch laptop on his lap as he began editing a vlog.

"Hey babe, what time did you leave this morning," You asked sitting beside him hoping to get even a small conversation out of him.

"mmm, early" He shrugged his eyes not leaving the screen as a clip of him speaking into his camera began playing, which you had seen him record the day before.

"Seeing as though we missed out on breakfast, want to grab dinner out tonight," You asked hopefully, placing a hand on his shoulder a couple minutes later as you hadn't gotten a response. "You going to answer me," You asked a bit coldly.

"Y/n I'm fucking busy right now, please just can you go somewhere else. Maybe read a book or something" He snapped, a frown on his features as he went back to his laptop, leaving you with a sad look on your face as you got up and moved yourself to his bedroom deciding to grab your own laptop and do some work yourself.

Yet as you stared at the screen you couldn't help but overwhelm yourself with thoughts, getting to the point where you had tears in your eyes as you laugh at yourself and realised how much of a crybaby you were being. "Geeez, Y/n you're better than this," You said deciding work wasn't helping, and so you decided to take a shower to calm yourself down hopefully.

Using a loofah and the lavender scented body wash you used daily you began scrubbing at your skin, feeling somewhat calm as the water flowed down your body and rinsed you from the suds. You stood in the shower for a few extra minutes, not wanting to leave the warm water but alas you knew you had to get out eventually.

Drying yourself off you wrapped yourself in your towel before walking out and grabbing some fresh underwear and clothes to change into.

It was now around 4pm, and you had decided that you gave David enough time to chill off and walked out to the living room to see the most of the vlog squad all laid out on the couches and everyone speaking and having what looked like a good time.

"Hey y/n" You heard Zane call out as you gave him a wave and sat on the end of one of the couches, lucky there was a spot there anyway.

To be completely honest the last thing you really wanted to do was have to be social with the whole group, all you really wanted was to sit down with David and be honest with how you were feeling right now.

So you sat there somewhat listening into there conversation and replying when anyone would say something to you, but mostly you were in your thoughts, and it wasn't until a comment was made that you didn't realise how obvious you were being.

"Y/n you all good there, you look like your lost in your thoughts," Toddy said as you gave him a small smile.

"I'm fine just a little tired," You said as a yawn was leaving your mouth not long after as they all nodded and started a new conversation which you weren't paying much attention to.

- - -

It seemed as when the time was nearing 6pm no one was nearing to going home, and you began to feel the intense hungriness grow, seeing as you hadn't eaten anything since breakfast you were hoping to have Dinner a bit earlier than usual.

Not wanting to make a scene or interrupt anyone's conversation you had decided to send David a message even though he was only on the other side of the room.

To David:

Are we doing anything for dinner? Read.

You could see him staring at his phone and by the looks of his eyes rolling and him placing his phone on the table you knew he wasn't going to reply and to be honest, you were sick of his shit.

"Guys sorry to be such a bummer but I need to get back to my place, so I'll see you all later" You said before walking back to David's room and grabbing a few things before walking back out to the living room and saying goodbyes to the group before leaving deciding if David didn't want to treat you properly you wouldn't be staying.

without a single word or goodbye from David, you had left walking to your car and going before you broke down in his driveway.

Staying at your apartment and not David's place was always weird to you, as most of the time you spent your nights in David's sheets his arms wrapped around you.

It wasn't till around 11 that you had heard anything from David and to be completely honest you didn't assume that he'd even try and contact you.

From David:

I'm sorry. Read

I was the biggest dick today, and you didn't deserve it. Read

Please come back to mine, and I'll make it up to you. Read

To David:

I just need a break tonight. You really hurt me today. Read

I'll talk to you in the morning. Read

From David.

Okay, I'm sorry sweetheart. Read

Goodnight, I love you. Read

To David.

I love you too. Read

As much as he hurt you occasionally, you always needed him to know that you loved him.

- - -

The next morning you had woken up early, having only eaten a peanut butter sandwich when you got home, your appetite mostly lost and all you wanted to do was sleep.

As you awoke in your small apartment alone, it felt weird, and you had missed the comfort of David, this being the second morning in a row you had woken without him.

A knock on the door shocked you though as you looked at the alarm clock on your bedside table and realised it was only 9am, so getting up and putting on a fluffy dressing gown you owned you walked to the front door having an idea who it may be.

Your assumptions were right as you opened the door and were met by David standing with a sorry look on his face and a dozen roses which he held out for you."Gorgeous girl I'm so sorry, I am genuinely the biggest dick ever, and you deserve so much better" He said as you stood with your arms crossed.

"Dave, I can't handle you letting out all your stress on me whenever it builds up. I can't do that anymore" You sighed as he nodded and promised he wouldn't anymore.

"Come back to mine" He begged and as upset as you had been with him you had missed him and really wanted to back to his.

"Only if you let me shower here, and then we go out to breakfast," You said a small smile on your lips as he nodded and you walked to the shower as he sat on the couch.

"I love you," He said as you were about to enter your bedroom before you turned around and faced him.

"Love you more," You said.

#david dobrik imagines #david dobrik #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik smut #vlog squad #david's vlogs #david dobrik angst #david dobrik fluff

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every-jai · 6 years

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Just a Table Ch. 4

Finally, the next part of my newest Fan fiction. Real life hit me a little, so sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoy it anyway. Reviews are welcome as always!

I'm pregnant....and it's yours" For nearly ten seconds all the colors drained from Jai's face, then it changed to pure rage. "Don't be ridiculous; we haven't been together for months!" She smiled. "3 months to be exact, and I'm 14 weeks pregnant. You ARE the father!" Jai scoffed and dragged me to the elevator "May I remember you, that you were so afraid of getting pregnant, that we even with you taking the pill, always used condoms? If not the doubtful case happened, that both failed - and I can't remember a broken condom - then this is not mine!" The elevator doors closed and left a stunned Kat behind.

Jai stood on the other end with his head held down. He clung to the railing so hard; his knuckles turned white. Suddenly he roared out and kicked the wall with all his power. "This woman really knows how to push my buttons, I have no idea, what I've done to deserve this!" I let him act out his anger and stayed behind.

When we arrived at his flat, he threw his keys in a corner, followed by his shoes. Anxious he wandered thru the room "what if she really has my Baby? I don't want to let the Kid down!" I sighed, scooped the keys out of the corner, placed his shoes beside the door and let myself fall onto the bench at the table. "Didn't you just say it couldn't be yours?" He leans on the kitchen counter "I'm pretty sure... I think so... Damn, I don't keep a book every time I slept with my girlfriend!" he sat down beside me. "Kat has nothing to do with Kids, she doesn't even like them. Every time Indy and her brother were visiting us, she left for her parents, and when we flew to Sydney for them, she always stayed in the background, never played with them. I just had to start talking about Kids, and she instantly throws a fit. Kat said, we had plenty of time for that, and she didn't want to 'ruin' her shape for them just yet." he put the word 'ruin' into exclamation marks with his fingers. I looked at him with a crooked head. "You want to have Kids?" Jai nodded weakly "Would love to have a family in the not so far future. I don't want to be an old Dad. I know it's not that easy with a job like mine, so I would always make sure that they won't miss me too much. But think I can skip that now" He looked really miserable, and it broke my heart to see him like this.

I just opened my mouth to said something reassuringly, when a loud and obnoxious banging started on the door. Jai rolled his eyes "ready to rumble again!" He opened the door, and Kat stormed inside. "How dare you to leave me alone down there!" she hissed, and Jai scowled at her. "Welcome, please come in!" he said sarcastically. Unimpressed she crossed him and threw her handbag on the table beside me. "So that you know what's up, I have a few terms you have to agree to." Jai looked at her completely stunned "Terms? You have terms? I don't think..." I stood up, went to Jai and laid my hand on his arm. "wait, let's hear what she has to say" I winked at him and took my cell phone, there was something I suddenly remembered. "Yeah, listen to your little ladylove, Jai" He crunched his teeth, "OK, tell me"

A smug smile spread across her face. "Good, these are my conditions: First, we are going to be seen in public together again. I'll accompany you to every Shooting, every premiere, every event. We don't want that something like this" she pointed her finger at me "happened ever again, don't we?" again, Jai wanted to say something, but I held him back with a shake of my head. "Please, let her finish" Kat nodded at me nearly appreciative, only to destroy it a second later "Thanks, whatever your name is" I had to cover a grin, she really was a handful. Let's see how long it lasts. "Second: I'm going to move back in, or we will look for a house together, you do not want that your child grows up in such a single dump, right?" Now I had to held Jai down with all my strength so he couldn't jump at her throat "Easy big boy, just a few more minutes" I looked back at Kat. "May I ask how long are you aware that you are pregnant?" Kat looked at me questioning "This is none of your concern" Now Jai jumped in "But it is mine! so, how long?" "Don't know, four weeks I think. I wanted to wait until the critical first 3 months are over, so I can be sure not to lose it" Great, this was the answer I was hoping for. Jai looked at me doubtfully, then back to Kat "That's all?" She shook her head "Just one more thing: I want her" again she pointed at me, "out of your life, completely! You are throwing her out, delete her number, and make sure that you do not meet again." Jai laughed humorlessly "And how should I do this? She's working for the same studios as I most of the time!" Kat just shrugged "I don't care, you are the famous actor here, do something about it. You will fulfill all my conditions, or the tabloids, the studios, directors, production companies and all your oh so precious fans will learn to know how bad you treated your pregnant ex-girlfriend. I think I can remember how you forced me to get an abortion"

Jai and me were amazed. She was absolutely ready for the utmost. But she wasn't the only one with a plan. Confident that she already won, Kat sat down on Jai's Laptop. "I see, we all agree. I would say you Jai, can call the mover, and I will look out for a real estate agent. And you," again she was pointing at me "go pack up your stuff and get the hell out of here." Neither Jai or me moved an inch. Her cell phone ringed, but she wasn't paying attention. I crossed my Armes in front of my chest and smiled "I think you better should look at that." Annoyed Kat picked up her phone, unlocked it and was cringing instantly. "what... What is that, where did you get this from?" Her once so calm and smug features turned into sheer panic. Now I was grinning from ear to ear. There, on her cell phone, three very revealing party pics of her, drinking heavily just a few days ago, were showing. "Maybe you should be careful when you're out and about."

I showed Jai the same photos on my phone. He stared at them in anger. Suddenly he grabbed Kat by her arms and shoved her out of the door. "Don't you dare ever approaching me again. If I see any of your accusations in public, just a glimpse or rumor going around of this, I swear to god, I sue you into oblivion. I think my lawyer will be very very interested in this." with that, he nearly smacked the door in her face. Jai lends on the closed door. "I can't believe she really tried to blackmail me! But please tell me, where did you get those pictures from?" Smiling I showed him a friends facebook page. "Kat was on a private Party a few days ago, where he was too. I remembered that the moment she said she was about 3 Month pregnant. Even Kat isn't so reckless with an unborn" He hugged me tightly. "Damn girl, you literally saved my life!"

3 weeks later my arm was fully healed. No more surgery was necessary, but a scar would be left. We hadn't heard anything more from Kat, it seems she was too afraid of a lawsuit.

I was just packing my last things, when Jai appears in the doorway, looking a little sad. "It will be very lonely around here without you" I smiled at him "well, now you can do what you want again, no more caretaking for me" Two, three long strides and Jai stood in front of me, tugging me into his Armes. He looked deep into my eyes "Honestly, there is just one thing I want to do right now" The next second his warm, soft lips pressed on mine. Without thinking about it, I kissed back. Jai's Armes sneaked around my back, and his hands gently stroked down till they laid on my hips. Seconds later I ended the kiss breathless and laid my forehead to his. "You have no idea how long I dreamed about this" he whispered softly, stroking my Nose with his. "Please, don't go!" I shook my head slightly "I'm sorry, but I have to" Confused he took a step back. I took his hand and set down on the bed with him. "Look, I want that as much as you do, believe me. But you just came out of a long relationship. Sometimes people fell in a black hole after that, and search for a distraction." Now he nearly went furious. "What do you think of me? I would never... " again I kissed him softly. "Only the best, believe me. I just want us to be on the same page about this." Jai looked at me pleadingly "We are! You aren't a distraction, please believe me!" I caressed his cheek "I do! Look, I'm going to New York for two weeks tomorrow. Let's use this to get clear about our feelings towards each other. Go out to a party, meet other women, do whatever you want, and if your feelings are still the same in two weeks time, you pick me up from the airport, ok?" He nodded. "if that's what you want" "it will be good for both of us."

He went to the door with me, hugged and kissed me one more time lovingly. "I'll see you in two weeks, you won't miss me, I'm the big guy with a bouquet of red roses waiting for you!" I laughed and went back to my apartment.

During my time in NY, we avoid any contact, which was very hard for me, to be honest. I missed Jai and was pretty sure about a relationship with him. The whole flight back home I couldn't think about anything else, couldn't wait to see him again, at the same time, I was terrified that his feelings would have changed.

The moment I arrived at the airport, I looked around for Jai, but couldn't find him. I waited for 10 minutes, then 20, ran around from baggage reclaim to the terminal exit and back, but no sight of him. Devasted I called a Cab and went back to my place. A pity, I was really sure that there was something between us. Tired I laid down on my cold, nearly unfamiliar bed. Just before I fell asleep, I remembered that my phone had died down a few hours ago. I plugged it into the charger and turned it on. Suddenly a dozen missed calls, and even more messages popped up on the screen. Ben, Sophie and oddly enough James, had tried to reach me. When I opened the first message from Ben, my heart stopped working: "(y/n), please call me urgently, Jai had an accident!"...

#fanfiction #jai courtney #jai courtney x reader

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chiefbasementcreator · 3 years

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(Just had to get this out lf the system and thought you might enjoy it! Just standalone :D)

Weeks had passed since I left Jack's office. Being changed further. But with the time passing I felt like I turned back to normal. My body had been incredibly sore, it took days to feel normal again. The afterglow of orgasmic and fucked-dumb had also passes fairly quick and by now it felt like the second visit had been nothing but another adventure I got myself into. It had been nice, mind blowingly nice. But it was a thing of the past. Memories slowly fading like any memory. And I didn't feel differnt at all. As long as I kept as far away as possible from the office I felt very much in control. Would be so stupid if a hunk like Jack would control parts of my life now. As if. (But perhaps that was my part now. Gaining rationality and self control once I was away from him, just to fall again near him) Sure, there were some dreams involving him left. And yes, they were hot. Yes, I masturbated to that. And also yes: my libido was way higher than before. But I felt like I could handle that.

Still having to work, I was chilling on my bed, laptop on my lap, TV running as some white noise in the background. I hadn't thought about what I had put on. Just some documentary series. And it was only half an hour in, me still working and listening to the show, as I felt that something was odd. I felt getting warm. My skin was prickeling. And under my laptop I pressed my thighs together. A few minutes later I felt my mouth open with a silent moan. A few more minutes later I felt my stiff nipples rubbing against my top. My eyes moved up to the TV on the wall. Only now I saw the title. "History of toys." Not that sort of toys. But the word was the same. And my brain seemed to agree. I hadn't thought about the triggers up until now. They hadn't kicked in before. But now they did. I felt my hands reach for the remote control but stepped midst way. I stared at the TV. My cheeks blushed. Again a weak moan. Toy. There it was again. I squealed. My cunt pulsed shortly. I was getting wet. Toy. I moved the laptop to the side and grabbed on of my pillows from behind me. I placed it under me between my legs and started grinding against it. The textures brushing against my cunt. Stimulation me so good. Toy. Yes. I had to hump something. Right now literally. And so bad. I kept pushing my hips further and further. Felt myself getting wetter by any second. Oh it felt do good. So good. Toy. But it wasn't enough. I pushed down my shorts and pants, rubbing my naked, wet cunt against the pillow now. Better. Oh so much better. One hand found my breast, caressed my nipples. Oh yes. More. I moved faster. My hips moving faster with any second. Humping was so good. It was what I needed. What I wanted. I felt myself breathing faster. Humped faster. The texture running against my pussy lips, brushing my clit so good. Toy. A groan. Toy. From one second to the other the pillow wasn't enough anymore. My eyes fell on my bed frame. I climbed over and humped the cold metall between my legs. I smeared my juices all over, letting my head fall back. Yes, that was better. Way better than the pillow. I moaned. Toy. A shriek. Toy. I pushed my ass back until I hit the metallic nob decoration. With the next trigger I lifted my ass, grinded against and slowly let myself drop down. Oh god. A deep, throaty moan. Oh god yes. It was so good. It stretched me so nice. I kept fucking myself on it. Oh yes. For minutes I kept moving like that, my juices dripping down my bedframe and my legs, the series driving me crazier by any second. Oh yes, so good. Yes. It filled me. Oh so good. I needed more. More of that. And with rising arousal I suddenly saw Jack's cock in my mind. But he wasn't there. I bit my lip. Oh I needed his cock. I needed to breed me. I needed more. I lifted myself off the bedpost and moved on the bed again. I grabbed the big dildo I had bought some time ago. That massive dildo with vibrating function and option to spurt fake cum. I positioned the dildo under me and impaled myself. Oh yes. Yes. I screamed. Oh yes. It stretched me. It filled me so good. It was so good. Toy. OH SO GOOD. Toy. I pushed further. More. Deeper. Toy. I started fingering my clit as well, drive me insane. Toy. Again I screamed.

This kept going for hours. I couldn't end after one episode. I had to watch the whole mini series, getting more and more aroused. More desperate to come. More and more. The same word in my mind and only the picture of Master abd how he had fucked me raw like an animal. Oh it was so good. Oh so good. Finally, the dildo spurted it's fake cum into me. Not nearly as filling as the stud cum, not as hot, not ss much. But still so good. I came with a high scream, I tensed and my body trashed around it. I rode that high for minutes until I fell over and slipped off the dildo. My mind was clouded, had to gather for a second before I sat up and grabbed my phone. I spread my legs and with one hand I also spread my pussy lips. Clearly you could see it quivering, red and aroused, the lips still puffed and so wet all over while the white liquid was slowly oozing out of my hole. A content, horny, mindless smile was one my face as I snapped a pic of me like this and send it to one specific number. I send it to Master with the words: "Your toy needs to be played with."

(holy fuck that is so hot!)

The answer came back from Jack a few minutes later.

Strangely enough, it was in a short vocal message rather than written.

"You can come anytime you want, girl." his masculine voice said.

#return of the stud slave

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