#i went in thinking that i was going to sit in the gallery of the court but i ran into my friend (who was the witness) and we were like ‘hey!
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KNOW WHAT?? FUCK IT. I DESERVE THIS. It's more degrading than anything. But you're all sluts so I know you'll enjoy this
*mission failed nearly 5 months into the year* we should all be surprised I lasted that long to be fair
"Theo..." you whine. You beg. You grip onto his shoulders tighter as you are humping his thigh.
With all the art in the room he can only have his eyes on you. You were taking a break from setting up for a gallery. There was a back room that was furnished, looking like it was meant for a refreshment area.
One thing quickly led to another and here you are whining for him. Both sets of lips are red from kissing. His suit is disheveled. His jacket not even on, his tie partially pulled off.
Theo sits back along the couch watching you trying to pleasure yourself.
"You sound so pathetic," he smirked. Theo brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear but then tugged your head back, getting a moan out of you. "Use your words for me," he tries to sound gentle. "Tell me what you want, Hondje."
Your hands go down his chest, resting in his lap. "I-I want you to fuck me."
'You need to be more specific than that. Remember how you called me dumb earlier? I need you to tell me what you want."
You whine. You were just a little irritated when you made that comment, now it's back to bite you.
"H-hold me down and use me," he pulls your hair a little more when your humping slows down. "Ahh-hh. Use me... Use me until I can't even think. I'm your toy."
Your face gets flushed saying these things. Theo sits up, getting close to your face. "I need more than that. How deep should I go," his voice is smooth and deep at the same time, keeping his voice low as if he didn't want anyone to hear even though no one else is in the building.
His finger grazes across your stomach, going under your clothes to feel your skin. "Do you think my cock can get this deep?" He touches just below your belly button. You shiver slightly. "And just how rough should I be?" His other hand grabs your hip, stopping your movements.
"Should I leave you with bruises? Have my cum dripping from your pretty little cunt?" you close your eyes, imagining it. You feel yourself getting wetter.
"Theo.."
"And how fast?" The hand on your stomach reaches up to grope you, squeezing your boob. "Fast enough that your tits are sore from bouncing?" Moving his hand up again he grabs the thick chain around your neck. You couldn't have a collar on all the time so you compromised.
His voice got deeper, almost a growl. "You're like a mutt in heat, you know that? A mutt who wants nothing more than her holes filled," the hand on your hip slowly went up your skirt, along your thigh before getting to your soaking wet heat.
He pressed two fingers against your underwear. It was like a button, you immediately moaned and started to hump his thigh again. He tugs on the necklace, bringing you so close your lips are almost touching.
"I bet you would like to be tied up too, hmm?" With one hand behind your back and the other gripping your thigh he tossed you onto your back with him between your legs. You can feel his hard on pressed against you. The only thing keeping him from being inside you is a few layers of fabric.
He pressed you into the couch harder, his lips along your neck, kissing you lightly, talking in your ear. "How many rounds would it take for you to stick your tongue out like a mutt panting? Three? Four?"
You were already speechless. He might be able to get you to cum on words alone.
"I love it when you're speechless. You can't tell me no," he presses his lower body into you more and you press back.
He kisses you roughly, holding your arms above your head with just one hand. You kiss back hungrily, wanting to choke on his tongue.
When you two part, a string of saliva still keeps you connected. He looks you in the eyes. You swear it's a feral look as if he's going to rip your clothes off and take you right here. But..
"Too bad we have work to do," he gets off of you.
Your blank mind finally starts to reboot when you no longer feel the warmth of his body on you. He fixes his clothes while your mind is trying to catch up.
"What!" You finally sit up, looking at him. No, glaring at him.
"I'm not going to reward a puppy for doing nothing. Get these paintings hung up and then I'll bend you over."
You start grumbling as you stand up. You fix your clothes. You understand what he means. If he ducks you like that now you'll never finish the set up on time. But it's still disappointing.
"And if you get it done quickly I'll give you an extra treat," hes just trying to bribe you, he would do it either way.
"Which is?"
"Don't you trust me? You've never been disappointed before," he smirks and fixes your hair for you.
"Maybe I want to be fucked now," you pout.
He grabs your jaw making you look up at him. "Are you trying to order me around, hondje?"
"And if I am?"
"Then the only thing you'll get bent over is my knee," he keeps eye contact with you for a few moments before letting you go. "Let's finish before I change my mind."
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Roses are red... [W. W]
Willy Wonka x fem!reader
word count: 1.8k
[Timothée masterlist]
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A noise in the distance was responsible for waking you up from your not-so-pleasant sleep in the hard, cold bed that you had been using for almost a year. Could it be Scrubbit? It was too late for her to be doing anything, you thought, much less in the bedroom section. With some curiosity you slipped your cold feet into the even colder shoes to turn on the lamp on your table and left the room with the intention of discovering what that was.
Hallways always made you nervous and the thought of encountering something unpleasant made you even more uneasy, but you tried to keep your mind occupied with something else as you moved forward step by step. Seeing nothing outside the rooms, you continued down the spiral stairs and that was where you finally observed the cause of the commotion: a crouching body that made you jump in surprise.
“Mr. Wonka?” you whispered when you noticed the burgundy coat and this time it was your turn to startle.
“Oh, it's just you,” he laughed, a little more relieved “What are you doing here?”
“The noise woke me up. What are you doing here?” you asked back, seeing him fully dressed and with his shoes on.
“Trying to get out. I need to get an ingredient to finish tomorrow's chocolates” he explained to you.
True, tomorrow would be the big day where you guys would do your best to present your friend's chocolates to the world. You had to admit that at first you hadn't been fascinated by the idea, but after seeing all the good things that this had brought for the entire group you were more than willing to continue supporting in whatever way you could. That was why the next day you would sneak into the gourmet galleries during the day to help operate the shop that Abacus and Noodle had managed to rent. And you could tell that Wonka could barely contain his excitement.
“How do you plan to go out at this time?” you asked, as it was obvious that your usual exit through the laundry tube wasn’t an option.
“There's a space big enough for someone to get out in that part, see?” he murmured, pointing with his cane at a gap above the front door “I just need to get a good grip on this rope and I can climb up there. I will pull it to the other side and before dawn I will climb again.”
“And what if Scrubbit sees you?”
“She won't,” Wonka whispered, completely sure of himself. There was a brief silence between you, where you just looked at him with a certain claim and he returned that look with an amused "Do you want to come with me?"
"What? No!"
"Come on! It will be fun"
“I'm in my pajamas,” you said through clenched teeth.
“Then put on different clothes,” he quickly resolved, with a smile that was too enthusiastic for your liking. Looking at your doubtful expression he added: “It will only be a few hours, don't you want to get out of here?”
Although you were a little hesitant, after thinking about it a little and with the help of the man's hopeful expression you ended up being convinced. Making as little noise as possible you went up to your room to dress properly and when you returned he was already sitting on a step, waiting for you.
“I hope you know what you're doing,” you whispered close to him, half excited and half scared to death by what you were about to do.
You had gone out before, of course, but you knew that doing it at night was even riskier for many reasons you didn't want to think about right now.
He went first, just to check that everything was safe, and then you followed him, albeit with a little less grace. When you were above the door he reminded you to pull the rope for the time to return and when you looked at the height at which you were the idea of going down became less promising than at the beginning.
“Jump and I'll catch you” he exclaimed, noticing your frightened expression and you took a moment to try to calm down by breathing deeply.
You analyzed your options and thought that in that position you would have to go down anyway, and it was preferable to do it outwards, so without thinking too much about it you made a sign to the boy and then threw yourself forward with your eyes closed. You heard him exhale in surprise and the next thing you felt were his arms holding you, perhaps too tightly, as he feared you were going to fall suddenly.
"Are you okay?" he laughed softly, quite close to your ear. Upon hearing that you opened your eyes only to meet his, as green and beautiful as a pair of emeralds.
“Yes, everything is perfect” you sighed, and then he gently placed you on the floor. Without even expecting it you had already giggled too.
“Okay, go ahead.”
Without questioning him, you began to walk behind him and when you were a couple of streets away you were able to breathe more calmly, as if the weight of your captors had been reduced on your shoulders. Due to the schedule of your visits abroad, you hadn’t had the opportunity to appreciate the beautiful lights around you and you were sure that at that moment you looked like a child fascinated by them.
“They're pretty, right?” Wonka asked, confirming your hypothesis completely. Seemingly he had been watching you look at the decorations.
“They are,” you answered timidly. “What precisely are we looking for?” you asked next, still a little distracted by the environment, but trying to get his attention away from you.
“Some young rose leaves to make an infusion for the chocolate roses. I saw a full garden near the park the other time, when we were returning to the laundry. I think they can be useful”
“Are you feeling nervous?” you murmured gently, giving him your full attention now as you crossed your arms to keep some warmth. “About tomorrow.”
“A little… well, a lot actually. But in a good way,” he smiled “The truth is that I have never felt so nervous and excited in my life. All this is like a dream come true”
“I hope it’s perfect,” you murmured and you said it with sincere faith.
You had tried so hard to achieve all this that you were not only looking to do it to pay off your debt with Scrubbit, but also to see your new friend happy. And how would you not want that? Seeing him happy was a wonderful sight.
"Are you cold?" he asked, noticing that your figure was slightly curled in on itself. Apparently he was noticing a lot more than you would like.
"Only a little"
You were going to add that you were fine with it, but suddenly he stopped you by jumping in front of you and when you were about to ask what was happening, he undid the scarf around his neck to wrap it around yours. His movements were careful and the closeness forced you to hold your breath, only for your nostrils to then be flooded with the boy's aroma combined with the cheap detergent with which he had surely washed the garment.
"Better now?" the man smiled and since you didn't have time to assimilate the situation you just nodded, without stopping looking at him just because he kept looking at you.
You thought maybe this was what it would feel like to hug the boy, even though you had never done it, and then you hid your nose in the soft fabric. It had purple and green patterns on a gray background, quite pretty actually.
“The… the park. It’s there,” you stammered, pointing to a point behind your friend.
When he turned around he could see the rose bushes in the distance and let out an exclamation of joy, while his warm hand sought your wrist to guide you in their direction, causing a shiver to run through your entire body.
When you walked through the place and reached the plants he knelt next to the bushes, starting to rant about how functional these flowers would be, whether it was their leaves, the color, the shape... he listed more and more qualities, but you just could focus on the feeling on your neck and the warm ghost of his fingers on your skin.
And in that moment it was as if you had suddenly noticed something about him that you hadn't noticed at first; that there was some tenderness in his features that made you feel nervous or maybe it was his thin, skillful hands walking through the branches or even, daring to sound exaggerated, you would say that you suddenly noticed how handsome he really was. How did you notice it until now?
He said something and then you asked him to repeat it, since you had been too busy watching him to pay attention to his words.
“I asked you if you think any would be useful,” he said again. You took a look at the bush in front of you and pointed towards the first specimen you found, hoping that the talk would take away the thoughts that had invaded your mind.
To your surprise it turned out that the rose you had pointed out was quite pretty and, according to the requirements you remembered, it was perfect for the man's purposes. After congratulating your choice, he took out some scissors from his hat and carefully cut out the flower, to keep it in the same piece of fabric as the others that he had already selected.
“These roses will make the best chocolates, I can already imagine it,” he said with some pride, looking at the pile of plants you had. You hadn't even looked when he cut so many.
"They are beautiful"
"Yes, they are. And this one is for you."
If you had managed to get rid, even for a moment, of romantic thoughts towards him, right now he wasn't being very cooperative. Not when he was offering you the prettiest rose with such a sweet smile.
Why was he doing that? You did not know. Maybe he was just being kind and grateful, like he was most of the time.
“Huh, thank you, Mr. Wonka…”
“Be careful, he still has some thorns,” he warned you, “And stop calling me Mr. Wonka. “We are friends and my friends call me Willy.”
A small smile invaded your face and it was lucky that you were able to hide the blush on your cheeks with the excuse of inhaling the scent of the rose. It was exquisite, by the way.
“Then thank you, Willy,” you corrected yourself, to which he showed a satisfied expression.
And then a pleasant tickling invaded your stomach because, whether they were real flowers or chocolate flowers, it would always be a pleasure to receive such a cute detail from such a cute boy.
#wonka 2023#willy wonka x reader#wonka x reader#wonka movie#timothee chalamet#timothee chalamet x reader#timothee x reader#willy wonka#roald dahl#wonka fanfic#willy wonka 2023#wonka fanfiction#wonka x fem reader
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(extremely talented, creative) stalker
alexia putellas x reader
based on this and a poem from when i was little. i chose alexia because she fit the character more and i rushed this immensely because i was being pestered for attention by multiple creatures. oh and i went for something decently light-hearted bc these hozier fics have been affecting my soul and ruining my spotify daylists.
happy monday people x
p.s. not proof-read because it's lunchtime and i'm hungry (edit: i just did my proof-read now and i've realised that it was in fact not lunchtime??? it was past lunchtime and i was just zoned out!)
Alexia doesn’t care much for art. Sure, she admires the effort, the time such talent sits behind a canvas and marks something that was once blank until others begin to value it. She agrees with the masses about the beauty of quaint watercolour paintings of the coast, and she lets Mapi rave about charcoal and graphite and oils as if she understands what is so special about the varying media.
She knows she is only here today because the art is about sports. The gallery seems almost reluctant to allow the athletes in, worried they have brought with them their football boots and cones to dribble around, but it would be bad practice to prohibit the muses from the collection. She isn’t an idiot, though, and she knows that no amount of forced reading about the artist and other sophisticated matters will slip her seamlessly into the crowd.
There are lots of people; people she has never heard of, but make it clear they are far superior to her by the way in which their eyes politely drop to the tattoos inked onto her calloused hands. Their skin is soft, accustomed to the stems of crystal champagne flutes, and the drawings that hold so much personal meaning to the footballer are scrutinised to the point of silent… offence.
So much for appreciators of art, she thinks to herself, counting down the minutes until it is acceptable for her to leave.
With a huff and a vow to never – no matter how much she earns – forget where she has come from, Alexia staggers, uncomfortable in these particular heels, towards the painting she deems easiest to understand.
It is the largest in the room: deep, crimson reds on top of familiar greens, streaks of gold falling out of a ponytail.
Call Alexia egotistical, but anyone would be drawn to a painting of themselves.
The artist has done a good job, she guesses, not entirely sure if there is a deeper meaning behind the grass stains on her socks or the crumpled shading of her Spain jersey. It is a little creepy that someone she does not know has captured her likeness so expertly, so practised.
“The nose isn’t quite right,” a voice says beside her.
Alexia turns in surprise, amused enough by the stranger’s observation to examine her painted face, eyes not drawn from how majestic her image is beginning to seem. She sees no obvious issue, and so she replies, “I think it’s fine.”
“Just fine?”
She is still staring at herself, now impressed by the grandeur of the painting; its size, its quality. “Well, I am unsure how someone painted me so accurately when I was never called in for a… I don’t know, a consultation? And it seems a little weird to me that my hair is loose, because I tend to slick it back so it doesn’t fall out of my ponytail, and, you know, I always have something written on my boots, but otherwise, it’s fine. I doubt anyone here has ever watched a football match, so none of this will matter to them.”
“It doesn’t bother you that someone might pay millions for a painting that you have deemed not-quite-right?”
The voice is somewhat too interested, and suddenly Alexia swivels around to face its owner properly, worried she has spoken her mind to a journalist.
“Those millions go to a charity that will improve women’s sports every–”
You are definitely not a journalist, although once, when art really wasn’t paying, you had off-handedly typed out a few articles for one of the bigger galleries.
Alexia knows you are not a journalist because you are dressed to be in front of the cameras, not behind them.
Your hands hang by your sides, but in a rather unnatural manner as though you are itching to do something else, and she is briefly overcome by the horror that you seem elegant enough to be a potential buyer. Has she put you off?
“Oh,” you interrupt, “don’t be so profound. Sometimes you footballers sound like change-making machines.”
“There is change to be made,” she responds indignantly.
“Hence the exhibition,” you allow with a little smirk, nodding towards the rest of the room. Although the biggest of the collection, you had asked for your painting to be displayed in the corner; a filter, in a sense, to ensure no one throws money at the largest thing in the room just because they can. “It creeps you out to be painted?”
The question is curious, but Alexia no longer feels like she has been caged in an interrogation room.
She thinks about her answer for a moment, torn between returning to gaze at the expanse of the scene in front of her or staring at you, wondering if you count as one of the works of art on display.
“I have never met the artist,” she explains neutrally. You laugh, and it sounds infused with champagne and nervousness. “What? It’s like having a stalker. An extremely talented, creative stalker, but someone who studies me in secret nonetheless.”
“No, I understand. She must have researched you until the ends of the Earth.”
“The artist is a woman?” She isn’t sure she is surprised, but she asks you anyway, wanting to anchor you to the spot.
“Alexia, this is an exhibition for women’s sports.” Your point is valid, but you have said her name and she is far more intrigued by the way that had sounded to praise you for your intelligence. You let out an airy breath and click your tongue. “I’d even say, given by the way she has painted you from the back, that the artist fancies you.”
“It’s the squats,” she easily replies with a giggle. “Who is the artist?”
You take a step towards her, the sharp points of your heels clacking against the concrete floor. She follows your index finger to the white plaque beside the canvas, reading the name written in small, black letters.
“I haven’t heard of her.”
Alexia sounds so thoughtful that you have to hide your smile behind your palm, coughing to provide an excuse for the action.
“Because you’ve heard of quite a few artists, haven’t you?”
“I know the main four.”
“The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”
“No.”
Again, you laugh, and it is melodious and rich and Alexia wants to hear it for the rest of her life. Which is not normal, she tells herself, because you are some loaded stranger and she is only here for another hour before she can escape back to the pitch and her teammates who like her tattoos and admire her and respect her hard work without seeing her as some tacky social-climber who scrounged an invite to an area of society where she is institutionally unwanted.
“Picasso,” she then offers, rather petulantly, looking at you with a childish frown. In her head, she estimates the distance between your bodies, noticing how you have not returned to your original position.
“Ah, well done. He’s quite niche.” She doesn’t appreciate the teasing, and so she steps sideways to… put a stop to it somehow. Obviously, the plan had never truly been formulated, and it comes across as a half-lunge to push you away, but then you are swinging your arms as though the conversation is boring you and she desperately wishes you’d stay put.
“What do you think about the painting?” she fires into the shortened space between you, the question wrapping around you like a rope that ties you to the spot.
“It’s boring.” She scoffs, because after all, it is a painting of her. “The poor artist must have been tortured by the task, having to force her eyes to stay open while watching football matches.”
And if Alexia were not so distracted by the way your swinging hand has begun to brush against her own, she would probably catch you out there and then.
(But your touch is electric and she is otherwise engaged.)
“Like, come on, can’t the sports photographers just get their pictures blown up? No one needs such an outrageously huge portrait of Alexia Putellas in their home, or stadium, or whatever. I reckon the artist is now regretting the angle she painted from, anyway, in case some pervert with more money than sense bids for it and hangs it up in his bedroom.”
“Bedroom?”
The tips of Alexia’s ears go red, a stark contrast to the expensive silver hoops she sports, and you stop your fidgeting, hand resting on top of hers – perhaps unintentionally – as her misunderstanding wedges an awkward pause into the middle of your rant.
“Sorry,” you apologise, “that was probably not the best thing to say, considering it’s a painting of you.”
Alexia runs through what you have said, hoping her subconscious has caught it while her mind was preoccupied with what your sexual orientation might be. “Why have you come here if you are so against the principle of it?”
“I was required to,” you explain, through half-gritted teeth and a jaw that tenses with leftover annoyance from a conversation you had with the coordinator.
Seizing the opportunity to get a humorous punch back, Alexia quickly fumbles out a, “someone’s important.”
She’d celebrate her victory over you, the way you blush in embarrassment, if you hadn’t started anxiously playing with her fingers. Suddenly, the air that bridges the gap between you is set alight and Alexia stares at where you are connected.
You hastily pull away. “Sorry,” you say for a second time. “I have to sell this, and I’m nervous.”
“Sell wh– The painting?”
“No, Alexia, I’ve been sent by Real Madrid to hold you hostage so I have to sell this act.” Briefly, fear washes over the footballer’s face, tanned skin paling at the idea that you have a weapon concealed in the satin folds of your dress. Then, your hand makes a decisive movement and your fingers are intertwining with hers before she can run to safety. “I thought it was best to lure you in by flirting with you.”
“You’ve been… flirting with me?”
“God, imagine if I actually were here to kidnap you.” You hold up your joined hands so that she can see for herself. “Is your weakness women who bully you?”
She blushes again, unsure how to handle what you have insinuated.
Alexia grasps onto what little dignity remains and straightens herself, shoulders rolling back as she emulates the confidence she has been painted with. “Only pretty women,” she drawls.
She is about to use whichever line appears in her mind first, completely unashamed by it because she has guessed you would tease her no matter what leaves her mouth, but some evil, cruel person clinks a small fork against their glass, clearing their throat, and your hands quickly return to your body, your attention drawn away from the conversation.
“Thank you all for coming,” announces the event coordinator, clearly gearing up for a speech. “There will be time for more chatting later, but I cannot resist showing off our most talented artist any longer.”
You roll your eyes. The expression is directed at Alexia, who chuckles privately, sunshine blooming in her chest that you have spared a silent comment just for her.
“Y/n, darling, where are you?”
An authoritative gaze searches through the crowd and lands on you.
The dots connect, Alexia begins to feel like an idiot, and you are sashaying away before she can ask you to stay.
#woso#woso x reader#randombush3#barca femeni#alexia putellas imagine#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas
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disco attorney! turnabout elysium! some other third possible combination!
(id in alt text and under the cut, sketches also under the cut)
[image ID: Part one of two of a Disco Elysium/Ace Attorney crossover fancomic.
Panel One: Miles Edgeworth, gesturing with one hand and pointing with the other, says, "Witness, your name and occupation, please."
Panel Two: Harry Du Bois, standing at the witness stand, says, "Oh, okay."
Panel Three: A copy of the previous panel, with no dialogue.
Panel Four: Harry looks off to the side with a nervous expression. Text in the panel reads: "ENCYCLOPEDIA [Trivial - Failure] - Uh…"
Panel Five: Harry, with a concerned and worried expression, has a white ring around his head with three thought orbs that are coloured blue, yellow, and red. Text in the panel reads: "HALF LIGHT - YOU GOT AMNESIA AGAIN. YOU'RE FUCKED." "Logic - No, it's just been a while since you've been on the stand. You're nervous, that's all." "COMPOSURE - Better shake off those nerves before going any further."
Part two of two of a Disco Elysium/Ace Attorney crossover fancomic.
Panel One: Kim Kitsuragi is sitting in the gallery, alongside vague depictions of other people, including Dick Gumshoe, Pearl Fey, and Kazuma Asogi. Text in the panel reads: "PERCEPTION (SIGHT) - The lieutenant's looking right at you from the gallery." "AUTHORITY - Uh-oh." "REACTION SPEED - Quick! Just say anything!"
Panel Two: Harry grips the witness stand and shouts with a frantic expression: "MY NAME IS RAPHAEL AMBROSIUS COSTEAU AND I'M A F(asterisks)T."
Panel Three: Edgeworth looks on with an affronted expression.
Panel Four: Maya Fey and Phoenix Wright have shocked expressions.
Panel Five: Kim has one arm leaning against the gallery, and his head in his other hand.
Panel Six: A slightly-edited copy of Panel Two, but Harry has a pensive expression, and text in the panel reads: "DAMAGED MORALE -1", alongside a purple X.
Three separate mini-fancomics involving a Disco Elysium/Ace Attorney crossover.
The first one is two panels, featuring Elizabeth Beaufort. In the first panel, she is crossing her arms and wearing an outfit similar to Apollo Justice's. She is thinking: "(I went to law school for this?)" In the second panel, she is looking at a screen with an annoyed expression, thinking: "(For a man like that to be among my peers?)" On the screen, there is a picture of Phoenix Wright, and text that reads: "Phoenix Wright's Accomplishments: -Ate Glass -Cross-Examined A Bird -Been Tazed -Been Whipped -Been Impersonated -Been Assaulted With Coffee"
The second one is a drawing of Kim Kitsuragi doing Edgeworth's pose in which he grabs his left arm and looks away with a pained expression. In the style of Ace Attorney, there is a text box which reads: "Kitsuragi: Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary… feelings."
The third one is a drawing of Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth standing together, smiling at one another. Text in the image reads: "MILES EDGEWORTH - "Nice suit, by the way. I like the blue. Goes with the burgundy."
A Disco Elysium/Ace Attorney crossover fancomic featuring Dick Gumshoe, Harry Du Bois, Phoenix Wright, and Kim Kitsuragi.
Panel One: Gumshoe, with a determined expression and his hand in a fist, says: "True art has always been a war against oppression."
Panel Two: Harry grabs Gumshoe's shoulder and points at him with his other hand. He says to Gumshoe, who is smiling, "Oh my God. Dude, we are biving so hard right now."
Panel Three: Harry and Gumshoe begin talking to one another with numerous empty speech bubbles indicating so. Phoenix and Kim look on from the background.
Panel Four: A close-up of Phoenix and Kim, who have disconcerted expressions. Together, they think: "(Two of them…)" /end ID]
#welcome again to self indulgence town#turnabout disco#contra art#fanart#disco elysium#ace attorney#comic#harry du bois#miles edgeworth#kim kitsuragi#phoenix wright#maya fey#dick gumshoe#elizabeth beaufort#narumitsu#wrightworth#kimharry#harrykim#disco elysium fanart#de fanart#harrier du bois#f slur
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Being their pregnant partner featuring
Osamu, Bokuto and Sakusa
Osamu Miya x GN! Reader; Kotaro Bokuto x GN! Reader; Kiyoomi Sakusa x GN! Reader
Warnings: absolute fluff
An: I’m continuing this series because I love it so much and it helps me get myself back into the writing mode
Osamu
“Sweetheart, darling! Where are you?” Osamu yells from the opening of his newest branch of Onigiri Miya.
“In the back!” You respond, picking up yet another crate of rice and plopping it down on the stainless steel countertop.
“YN what the heck? I told you to stop lifting stuff!” Osamu scolded, walking into the back just as you were about to set the crate down. You rolled your eyes, dusting off your hands as you went to grab the last crate. Before you could reach it, the crate was swept up into your husbands arms as he narrowed his eyes on you before setting it down on the table. You scowled back at him, daring him to say what you knew he was thinking.
“Darling, I told you to stop lifting heavy things. You’re 8 months pregnant, you should be resting. I thought Kita would have helped you, he always offers.”
“Oh he did offer but I told him you’d be doing it. Then he said in his Kita dad voice ‘YN don’t you lift those crates’ and I said ‘scouts honor’” you mocked and giggled as Osamu just shock his head in response
“And what happened to scouts honor?” He asked as you showed him the fingers you had crossed behind your back.
“There’s always a way out of a scouts honor Osamu, you should know that by now!”
Osamu sighed, putting his hands on his hips and contemplating. What was he going to do with you?
“Maybe should have Atsumu babysit you when I can’t be around? Now that we have so many restaurants, is hard for me to always be here.”
You neck snapped to Osamu, eyes wide as you practically scream, “Atsumu? Babysit me? You’re joking Samu! We’d go under in a week if Sumu was here everyday! Are you saying you don’t trust me?”
Osamu sighed because he did trust you but he also knew you weren’t going to just sit and rest like the doctor told you to do.
“Ok how about this? How about we hire you an assistant and they can help with the heavy lifting? That way you can still supervise and help me cook but I won’t have to worry about you accidently popping our child out too early?”
You giggled at the concept before agreeing to your husbands suggestions, hugging his waist as he gently kissed your forehead.
Bokuto
“Hey everyone!” You shouted, walking into a gym packed with sweaty, buff volleyball players. You’re hands were full of lunch items as you slowly attempted to navigate your belly and the food to the center of the gym.
“Whoa YN hold up!” Your husband Bokuto yelled, feet racing towards you as you continued to make your way.
Suddenly, one giant hand grabbed the bags of food while the other hand gently guided you along your back to the benches at the side of the court.
“Kotaro, you know I’m capable of walking right? The doctor even said it was good for me!” You whined as Bokuto narrowed his eyes on you.
Ever since you’d found out about your prepgancy, your usually goofy husband had become rather strict.
“YN how much sitting have you done today?” Bokuto questioned as you pretended you didn’t hear him.
“Let me go set up the food first, then we can talk ok?” You remarked going to stand as your large husband pushed you back down, prompting chuckles from the peanut gallery behind him.
“Kotaro, you’re embarrassing me! Let me go!” You whisper shouted as Bokuto stood tall, his arms across his broad chest as he glared down at you. Normally you’d this extremely attractive but right now, the only thing Kotaro was doing was being annoying.
Bokuto sighed, knowing he was being a little strict with you but it was for your own good. He wanted you and your baby to be safe and healthy.
“Well I guess Akaashi did say I was being a little overprotective,” he spoke as your eyes lite up, “but you need to sit down while setting up the food ok? No attitude Yn!”
“You got it!” You smiled, standing up and kissing your husbands cheek as he grabbed your hand and walked you towards awaiting team of hungry guys.
Sakusa
“YN I’m home!” Sakusa shouted, the overwhelming scent of cleaner hitting his face as you rounded the corner, mop and bucket in hand.
“Oh thank goodness your home! I need help emptying there buckets of dirty water and refilling them,” you hummed as Sakusa sighed silently.
You were in the deeps of nesting and it was nearly impossible to get you to rest your very pregnant body. Try as he might, Sakusa had been unable to put a stop to your chaos.
He’d woken up many times in the middle of the night to you fast asleep in the nursery, amidst piles of unfolded baby clothes and diapers. He even come home on day to every single dish drying on the counter after you’d throughly cleaned the cabinets.
“Sweetie why don’t you rest for a few minutes? I bought your favorite home!” He proclaimed excitedly, hoping the allure of food would get you to rest your tired feet for a few seconds.
“Just a second love, I’m almost finished recaulking around the toilet!” You answered as Sakusa set down the food and made his way to the bathroom.
Sure enough, there you were, on your hands and knees apply caulking to their toilet. He rolled his eyes before coming behind you, putting his arms under yours and hauling you up.
“Babe I was almost done and now the caulk will be messed up!” You whined as he hauled you to the kitchen before setting you down in a chair. He began gather your food and setting it in front of you as you pouted.
“Eat first and then you can finish. You need a break. How much have you done today anyways?” He questioned as you began shoveling food in your mouth.
“Well, let’s see,” you thought, mentally going over your checklist in your mind.
“You know what, never mind babe, you can just show me after we are done ok?” Sakusa conversed, knowing very well that you’d again outdone yourself.
“Can you help me with the water for the buckets after dinner kiyoomi?” You again requested as your husband just smiled before leaning over to kiss your forehead.
“Of course my love.”
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don't worry about me
sypnosis; dan heng gets pretty badly hurt after fighting a monster one day and you have to make sure your boyfriend’s okay!
pairing(s); bf dan heng + (trailblazer) gn! reader ⟿ featuring; established relationship, flustered dan heng (hehe), kinda dialogue heavy at the start
❀ wc; 1,585
a/n; ok to explain my inspo, whenever i play hsr and dan heng is dying, i heal the lovely man ofc, and his voiceline literally is "don't worry about me" (꧆▽꧆). anyw this turned out way sappier than i imagined loool
You have just arrived in the Astral Express after a long day of helping Natasha with the clinic. You’re feeling tired, and going around Belebog alone today just added to the exhaustion.
You actually missed having Dan Heng tell you to make rational choices during your quests. Without your boyfriend today, you ended up fighting probably double the enemies you needed to.. Plus, (you’d never tell her this) but you secretly missed March’s bright voice.
Speaking of her, as soon as you step into the parlor car, you’re greeted by the smiley girl. She’s sitting on one of the couches with Himeko, and they wave you over.
“y/n!” She sings, “come look! I took these today.” You approach the pair, greeting Himeko with a friendly smile and look at March’s phone with them.
“See here… this was when we were on the way to Rivet Town!” She shows you guys a selfie of herself grinning widely, with a deadpanned Dan Heng behind her. You and Himeko giggle. “The town was pretty cool. It was all dark and eerie, like some sort of ghost town! I wanted to film for you guys but the place was flooded with monsters so Dan Heng told me to put my phone away and fight. What a party pooper.….”
You smile softly as the girl continues showing you and Himeko pictures she took (and snuck) of herself, Dan Heng, and the town. “Oh yeah! On our way back here, we encountered this huuuge monster. He was big and angry, it was scary!” She widens her eyes. “Thankfully Dan Heng was there! He fought that monster like his life depended on it. Which, it did.”
She scrolls through her gallery and exclaims, “Hey, look! I managed to snap a picture of it before we fought.”
March turns the phone to show you two. The image is a little blurry but you recognise the monster. You’d fought it sometime before, and truthfully, it wasn’t an easy fight. The last time you defeated it, you were fighting with Selee, Bronya, Dan Heng and March. If it was tough for a five person team… just how much harder was it for two?
“It looks really strong, March.” Himeko speaks the words in your mind, “did either of you get hurt?” You turn to March, eyes wide with a little worry.
The girl thinks for a second before shaking her head. “Nope. I’m okay now!” She nods, pausing straight after. A sheepish smile takes over her face. “To be honest… Dan Heng did most of the fighting with that monster, heheh… I was knocked out 3 minutes in…”
You blink, heart beating just a little faster. “Is- is he badly hurt?” You ask.
March replies quickly, “Don’t worry, he said he was alright! Just a few scratches, a little sore.”
Himeko nods. “I did see him before he went to his room earlier, he didn’t look like he was in pain.”
You hum in reply. Dan Heng is strong, you know that. But you knew your boyfriend, and he never shows his pain. Even if he was a breath away from death, he’d still say ‘I’m fine’ with a blank face to anyone who asks.
You decide to excuse yourself to check on him. Nobody knows what state he could be in right now. Bruised? Bleeding? Dead??? (Okay so you are overthinking a tad bit but hey, it’s possible.)
As soon as you get to his room door, you nearly slam it open. You scan the room frantically before seeing Dan Heng, who’s sitting down on his makeshift bed with his back against the shelf behind him.
You immediately dash to his side and study him. In front of him is a box of bandaids, a bottle of antibacterial solution and a bag of cotton balls. He’s holding a soaked cotton ball too. The boy has his shirt off, and you clearly see the bruises and scars on his torso and arms. You can see the little cuts on his face, one or two looking awfully deep. Your eyes start to water at the sight. It must hurt so badly…
“you’re back already?” His voice sounds, making you look up at him. You feel like you can’t talk so you nod. Dan Heng already knows how worried you are of course, as soon as he meets your glistening eyes. He sighs. “y/n, I’m okay.”
You blink, eyes still watering as you furrow your brows slightly. “Are you sure?? It look bad babe..”
“It’s.. not as bad as it looks. Trust me- Ow.” He tries to assure you, although he accidentally winces when you touch on his cheek lightly. You widen your eyes as he closes his eyes and sighs.
“Sorry!” You peep, suddenly aware of every move you make around him. You didn’t want to make things worse.
He shakes his head, eyes fluttering open again. “It’s alright.” He replies, then moves to continue tending to his wounds on one arm. “I just need to- disinfect these.”
You watch him wince between every few words. As he proceeds to clean the rest of his cuts, you stare like a hawk, as if doing that will make the process less painful for him.
Dan Heng clears his throat. You glance up at him again and this time, you can see he looks a little shy. You tilt your head in confusion. “Um…” his eyes flicker and he looks down shyly, “would you be comfortable helping me with the cuts on my back? I can’t reach those.”
Oh! “Of course.” You nod quickly, scooting forward to plant yourself right in front of your boyfriend. You grab a cotton ball and soak it in the antibacterial solution. Meanwhile, Dan Heng turns himself around, back facing you. Secretly, he’s glad he can turn away from you, so he can hide his embarrassment.
Since the start of your relationship, you and Dan Heng have never really been a physical couple. Mostly due to the fact that he’s not the physically affectionate type. He often feel guilty about it. You never complain though, since to you, your boyfriend expresses his love in other ways that are cute and sweet.
Having never been physical, you also haven’t seen him shirtless. So this situation being the first time, Dan Heng feels a little flustered. You, being so focused on making sure his wounds are cleaned properly, don’t realise it at all.
The whole time as you’re disinfecting each wound with care, his cheeks are burning and his ears are bright red. He’s so grateful that you’re too busy to see him like this.
With all that on his mind, he barely reacts to your cleaning. Before he knows it, you’re done.
“Okay, I’m done here.” You announce, sighing in satisfaction. “You can turn around now.”
Dan Heng slowly turns back around, not really wanting to because he can still feel his face burning. You ready yourself with another soaked cotton ball. He glances at it in your hand and furrows his brows, an invisible question mark appearing above his head. “What’s that for?”
You smile softly, eyes filled with nothing but care as you scan the few cuts on his face. “Your face silly, there’s a few.” You point out. You move even closer now, placing yourself on his lap in order to do so. You focus on one scar at a time, tending to it. “Tell me if it’s really bad, okay? I’ll be gentle.”
“…Yeah.” He barely whispers. Now your faces are less than three inches apart. While you are staring at his scars, his eyes are on you and your focused face. His heart is thumping like crazy. Seeing you being so careful with him makes Dan Heng feel warm inside. He feels like he’s falling in love with you even more right there and then.
Besides a little white noise, the room is comfortably silent. Occasionally his breath hitches from the sharp pain but it’s nothing too painful.
There’s one cut left to disinfect, and this one is visibly deeper than the rest. You softly dab on it, but the stinging catches Dan Heng off guard and he flinches. “Sorry baby.” You say softly, an apologetic look on your face. “Just a little more.”
He nods, quietly speaking. “Don’t worry about me. I… It doesn’t hurt.” You simply hum in response. It’s clear that he’s lying. He never wants to cause trouble for anyone, especially for you, and you grin softly knowing that.
Moments later, you finish up by sticking a bandaid on the cut. You can finally breathe a sigh of relief. “There we go.” Your eyes meet his again, and this time you notice the flushed look on his face. You smile confusingly. “What?”
“Um.. you’re- I- uh…” Your boyfriend stutters, barely able to look you in the eyes. You’ve never seen his this flustered before. It takes a moment before it hits you.
You’re sitting in his lap. He’s shirtless. Oh. OH.
“Oh my- sorry!” Your eyes widen, cheeks getting rosy. Dan Heng looks to the side, his cheeks burning, shaking his head to say ‘no it’s fine’. You move to get up from his lap.
In the very moment, Dan Heng doesn’t know what washes over him but he grabs hold of your arm gently to stop you from getting up. Your eyes interlock, both of you flushed. “Thank you for helping me.” His whispers.
And before you can reply, his soft lips are planted onto yours.
© mistyacorn do not plagiarize or repost please, just enjoy it ykwim
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"Miss Widow, I need you to be my partner in crime," Peter said, dropping from the ceiling. He waited for a beat, expecting a rolling of eyes or an exasperated sigh. When he received nothing but a raised eyebrow, he hesitantly asked, "Aren't you going to correct me, or..."
"It's good that you have some fear of me, Peter," Natasha told him simply. "Has the crime already occurred? If you want a body buried, ask Bruce."
"...Hmm," Peter hummed, deciding he wasn't going to unpack all that. "Mr. Hawkeye said that you're the resident matchmaker."
Natasha sat up straighter. "Oh?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.
Peter thrust his phone at her. "I have video evidence of Captain America being totally gone on Mr. Stark."
"Explain," Natasha said, clipped, even as she opened up his phone.
Peter did not ask how she knew his nine-digit code. Instead, he dutifully recounted, "So Mr. Stark decided we should swap playlists, ostensibly so I could listen to 'good music' but I think he wanted to see what the kids are into. I get some of my songs from TikTok and I think one of them is a bit of an ear-worm for him."
Natasha thumbed open his gallery and went directly to his last video, taking only a moment to turn the volume up. In it, she saw Tony in the common kitchen, fixing himself up a cup of coffee. He was swaying slightly like he did when he was humming. Steve was sipping a protein shake at the table, as if he was not glancing at Tony every other shift back-and-forth.
"I, wish I could synthesize, the picture perfect guy," Tony suddenly mumbled out loud, in that way he did when he had no idea his brain-to-mouth filter had stopped working. "Six, feet tall, and super strong--"
Steve perked up, sitting straight from where he'd been leaning on table.
"--We'd always get along--"
Steve flopped back onto the wood surface and took a morose sip from his protein shake.
Natasha felt her mouth drop open in shock as she watched Tony, oblivious, go back to humming and turn to leave the room. Despite Steve's obvious disappointment, it didn't stop him from tipping in his seat to be able to see Tony's ass properly.
"I'm going to kill him," Natasha decided.
"That's not the crime I wanted to be partners for," Peter cut in.
Natasha lifted her gaze to him, scowling. "He will express his feelings for Tony or die."
"...Hmm, " Peter hummed again. If he remembered correctly, both Sam and Bucky had said that Natasha expressed her affection to the people she cared about with cheesy jokes and threats to their lives. Steve would be fine, probably. "He didn't even sing the best part," he sighed instead.
Natasha slanted another sharp look toward him. "Oh yeah?"
"'He'd pick me up at eight, and not a minute later, 'cause I don't like to wait,'" Peter recited. "'Kind, and ain't afraid to cry, or treat his mama right. That's right, that's what I like.' Which, like, Captain America would rather bleed out than cry, but he doesn't sound constipated when he tells other people it's okay. Also I wish he would be less punctual," he added mulishly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Aunt May keeps raising her eyebrows at me when he shows up to pick me up for training and I'm not ready."
Natasha bit back the urge to howl in rage. Of course Tony would get a song basically about Steve stuck in his head and not notice. Of course he wouldn't notice Steve panting after him like a dog. They were both stupid. That's why she was there, though, she supposed. "I will do the actual crimes," she told Peter firmly. "And you will keep your mouth shut."
"There will be actual crime!?" Peter yelped.
Natasha ignored him, instead returning to his phone and scrolling for more blackmail on Steve. He was the weakest link in this chain of idiocy. "Keep that up, Mr. Man."
"Oh boy," Peter sighed, shoulders sagging. There was some regret in his tone.
Good. It would solidify that modicum of fear he should keep about her.
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So I’ve met an incredible guy that’s makes me feel like I could take over the world💞 I think I owe some of you a story time for being so quiet for a while. And also i really enjoy writing them for you. So I’ll tell you about a day with this man (I asked what he wanted to be called in this story and he said Mr. O, O for orgasm🤪). Here it goes:
He lives in another town and we couldn’t see each other longer than a few hours during the day, so he drove an hour to visit me. First he picked me up and we decided to go a gallery and to have some lunch. He brought a bag of vibrators that he showed me before and told me we were using later.
I’m always so filled with emotions and so wet whenever I’m around him, and he says things like that he’s proud of me for being who I am and that I should listen to my heart and that he thinks I’m so beautiful and wonderful. I sort of wished for him to touch me in public but he just kissed me and looked at me with his really sexy eyes and told me that he couldn’t wait to make me cum for him later in the car.
As soon as we sat down in the car he gave me a wand and told me to use it while he was driving. So I spread my legs and put the vibrator between my legs. He told me I was being a good girl and that I should continue. We tried to find a place to park so we could have more fun, and since he doesn’t know this town I had to give him instructions while I was moaning and trying to focus.
He never lets me cum only once so when I came the first time he immediately told me to keep the vibrator where it was. I struggled a bit to keep it there because I’m a bit sensitive right after I orgasm, but I like it when he encourages and challenges me so I did my best to keep it there. I came two more times before we parked the car. When I was done he said “and what do we say?” And I said “thank you”.
We arrived to a place where we could park. It was next to a gardening center which I was sure was only open during the summer. So we parked there and he folded the backseat and covered it with blankets and pillows. He then asked me while I was still wearing clothes, so I got undressed and put my arms around his neck. He put his fingers inside of me and he said “wow” and told me I was really wet. He then put his now wet fingers in my mouth so that I could taste myself.
He fingered me until I came a few times, constantly telling me I’m a good girl and that I’m making him proud and such (I love that, it makes me crazy in the best possible way). Then we hugged and kissed and he made sure I had a minute of rest and some water before he spread my legs apart and got on top of me and started fucking me. While he was fucking me I got to have his fingers, and sometimes my own, in my mouth. We often keep eye contact during and it’s so intense. He then came inside of me while holding me really close to him💞
We then rested and talked for a while until he told me it was time for me to cum for him again. He then gave me a vibrator to hold while I had his fingers inside of me. I’m so comfortable around him and it feels so good that I can’t resist being loud. I catch myself almost screaming sometimes because I can’t control it at all.
Probably idk many orgasm later while I was resting my head on his chest, I saw something move outside the window. We looked more closely and saw that someone was sitting nearby just watching and having a cup of coffee or something. We immediately started getting dressed and trying to leave as fast as possible. It was cold and sunny and we had fogged up the car so bad that we had to use a shirt to try to get the windows dry before we could leave.
We then went and bought ‘fika’ and drinks (he had me put a vibrator inside of me and walk around with it while we were shopping) and then we went driving around the place where I grew up. I showed him places and told him stories from my life. We talked about memories, old lovers, sorrows and so on. He also made me cum a few more times in the car before we stopped by the water so that I could have a cigarette and so we could hug for a while.
He then drove me home and made me cum a few more times before kissing me and dropping me off. It was a perfect day with a perfect person💞
The picture is taking at his place, the mirror says “there’s no one like you”💞
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What Nurseries would the fem!AU(Yuus) build
(Look I have baby fever and I'm tired of fighting it)
Vet!FemYuu
Stuffed animals everywhere
Doesn't care if it's a boy or girl they aren't changing it.
Every book will be animal fables
Is praying for the baby to be a beastman but just wants a healthy baby.
Got a bunch of teething toys just in case the kid has their milk teeth come early.
Rainforest noise machine
Once the baby is a few months they are going everywhere in a sling.
The baby will meet all of Yuu's patients and will be constantly covered in fur and feathers.
If the baby becomes interested in fish like their aunt Yuu will cry. She won't let her win!
Marine Biologist!FemYuu
A bit chaotic in decoration
Let's Azul decorate it the first time and cried because it was beige like those weird rich people who only care about aesthetic but have no real sense of style. Like, no color? Babies need color!
Yuu cries while explaining (it's the hormones)
She hates beige
Azul wouldn't argue with a pregnant woman
She wants sushi but doesn't know if she can have it if the baby is half mer.
They installed a tank in the room just encase the baby is a mer
The tweels are banned from holding the baby until the kid can sit up on their own.
Took the baby to swim classes to awaken their natural instincts to swim like all babies even especially fishy babies.
Chef!femYuu
Red and gold for good luck and prosperity.
Pandas for peace and protection.
She wanted everything to be traditional but knows how demanding it will be.
No hot foods, no crab, no lamb, mutton, no sushi, no soft cheese, no soft serve ice cream.
She's dying.
After the baby is born a feast of pig trotters, eggs, cakes, chicken and gelatinous rice is served. She will dye the eggs red.
The baby will get an anti-usog bracelet at birth
She is superstitious so no one will see the baby's clothes before birth.
Noble!FemYuu
Too much? Yeah.
Unfortunately, she insisted due to family tradition. Every child must use this crib first.
The baby has a different crib in every room so it doesn't matter.
Everyone needs to know how precious this baby is. The need to see this crib from space.
More silk! More pillows! More toys! More!More! More!
This baby will have like five names.
This baby will be lorded over the masses as the perfect example of a baby.
Portraits will be painted of this baby that will one day be hung in great halls and later art galleries.
Yuu is way too excited and honestly, even the baby is fed up.
She trying her best.
Special Forces!femYuu
We all know who the father is.
Yep, Rook designed this room
Doesn't matter if it's a boy or girl either.
Yuu was way too tired to stop him and she didn't even try to stop him.
Rook really wants a girl and will try again if it doesn't happen. (he was going to try again anyways)
You'd think he was giving birth with the effort he put in.
Yuu would make him do it if she could. But alas.
The couple was using their pet bunnies as pseudo babies while prepping for the pregnancy. They bunnies weren't happy except for one.
Pistolet the weirdo. Rook's favorite and the dumb one. He was also the future baby's best friend.
Yuu is an iron woman honestly, she shows no pregnancy symptoms while Rook has sympathy pregnancy symptoms.
They eat shaved ice and watch war movies together. Couple goals.
Gardener!FemYuu
A little English cottage nursery
Very whimsical
The baby isn't actually going to use a crib until they are whined because Yuu insisted on co-sleeping despite what the doctor said.(don't do this)
Yuu wanted to deliver the same way as her mother and her mother's mother. In field, by themselves, while harvesting the crops. Have that sucker out in an hour, swaddle it, and back to work.
That didn't happen. They went to a hospital and iron woman over here was put on extended bed rest after giving birth to a big ass baby. Beautiful too.
(???)!Fem?Yuu
They can have kids??
By who?
How?
I mean it's nice but I'm still confused?
Good for them?
You sure that baby isn't a cryptid? That thing has a lot of hair. Looks like that girl from "The Ring". That's alot of hair.
Well, good luck with your hairy baby.
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Eddie Munson and Sex [18+]
Warnings: explicit descriptions of s*x (minors this isn’t for you don’t fucking touch it i swear to GOD), perv!eddie my beloved, tiny bit of a daddy kink (i refuse to apologize)
Word Count: 1k
Author’s Note: i have no idea what this is. it was going to be a fic i think but then it derailed into a headcanon-y drabble. it has not been edited. i’ve been so fatigued for the past two days that getting anything written has been difficult (thanks depression). once i come up with a plot / scenario i hope to have a very tasty smut fic written soon. i just have to puke all my other ideas up first i have so many. if any of y’all have some smut ideas drop them in my inbox please i would v much appreciate them <3
Eddie Munson was a dirty pervert. He frequented the local adult video store, from which he'd amassed an expansive collection of erotica. He masturbated at least twice a day. He had handcuffs nailed to his wall for exactly the reason you'd think, and a nasty little habit of stealing your underwear, often keeping it in his back pocket as he went about his day. He had explicit photos of you on his wall, pinned to the dashboard in his van, tucked in the front of his wallet.
And he was the sweetest, most tender lover on the face of the earth.
You both knew what it was like to be consumed by loneliness. Neither of you quite felt like you fit anywhere, and your romantic histories were both utterly tragic. It was your loneliness that brought you together - a friendship based on instant understanding that blossomed into a love so deep and consuming it terrified you at first. But Eddie, despite all his cynicism and hurt, gave you his affection readily and without the slightest hesitation. He showed you just how much you deserved to be loved, and you offered up all of yours in return.
Of course, knowing just how invested his sexual interests were, you assumed he was experienced. You knew he'd never really had any lasting relationships before he met you, but you found it difficult to believe a man like him could go more than a month without seeking release from another person. You assumed his body count was high, a gallery of women used for convenience and to distract from just how impossibly alone he felt. He was a man, after all - and men are really only after one thing.
That was until you had him naked, splayed out on your bed with your chest between his thighs, your mouth wrapped in a vice around his cock. He didn't last even a minute.
"I've never... no one's... ever given me a blow job before," Eddie admitted after you'd finished.
"... What?"
"I know, it's pathetic-"
"No, no."
You laughed, sitting up and kneeling beside him so you could look him in the eye.
"I thought..." You chuckled again at your own ignorance. "I thought I was like... your hundredth partner or something. Like you were fucking women left and right before we got together."
Then it was Eddie's turn to laugh.
"What? Do I really seem like that kind of guy to you?"
You shrugged, slightly embarrassed.
"I don't know... You're just really into sex," you explained. "And you're in a band. Casual hookups kinda made sense to me."
Eddie shook his head, his lips curling into a soft smile as he reached out to stroke your hair.
"Nah... not me. I, uh... I can never really get it up unless I like someone, y'know? I mean I'm horny as fuck but I never felt... I never felt okay giving it to someone who didn't give a shit about me. You're only the second person I've been in bed with. And the first I kind of regret, honestly. She was nowhere near as good to me as you."
You smiled, endeared by how endlessly sweet he was. You leaned forward, snaring his lips in a deep, intentioned kiss that he quickly got lost in, his hands raising to lay at your jaw.
"How about another blow job?" you offered as you parted, biting your smiling lip with anticipation.
He nodded vigorously, and the rest of the evening was spent working his cock in and out of your mouth, teaching him how to keep his cool and make the pleasure last.
No matter what his sexual appetite, Eddie loved nothing more than making you cum; and although he wasn’t as experienced as you thought, years of reading porno mags and watching smut films taught him plenty.
He could work magic with his mouth. The moment he got you alone in his bedroom, he pinned you to his mattress, spreading your legs wide and latching his lips to your clit, licking and sucking at you with expert precision. He could spend hours with your legs slung over his shoulders, gripping and kissing at your thighs, shoving you over the edge of an orgasm without giving you a chance to recover, savoring the way you squirmed and whined from overstimulation.
“Just one more, sugar,” he would coax you. “Let daddy make his favorite girl cum just one more time...”
And of course you would. When he spoke to you like that, your mind went numb, fucked out and sex drunk and entirely consumed by his adoration of you.
His favorite way to make you cum was (surprisingly) in missionary. He would fuck you slowly, holding your little bullet vibrator on your clit, diving in at an excruciating pace until you came, hard, flexing around his cock and bringing him all the closer to his own release. He loved watching your face contort with pleasure, pressing tender kisses to your jaw so he could listen to you moan in his ear. It was pretty vanilla, but the way he worked you, it felt like the dirtiest, most delicious thing he could do to you.
Eddie often used his erotica as a reference, which made everything about your sex life interesting. From toys to positions and even health advice, he was constantly bringing articles and photos from his favorite magazines to your attention, sometimes even reading them out loud as a form of foreplay. He wasn’t the biggest fan of watching porn while he fucked you, however - he preferred to set up shop in front of a mirror, getting off on watching himself slide in and out, the way your body moved with his, from a different angle.
He wouldn’t admit it, but his favorite part of having sex with you was laying beside you after fucking you into a stupor. He’d light a cigarette or roll up a joint and hold you in the sweetest silence, sometimes with your head on his chest, sometimes with his head on yours, but always with the lightest of kisses feathered across your skin, every inch of your body worshipped by him. He loved kissing down your back, over your collar bones, up the inside of your wrists.
Eddie Munson loved you with all his soul, and his body was how he showed it.
🌹💀 get your eddie fix 💀🌹
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An Offer · part 06
pairing: mob!bucky x reader
words: 4,1k
warnings: typical mafia (dark themes, language, violence, etc.)
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series summary: When your father dies, the only thing you can do for your family and the empire he built, is to marry a powerful man.
chapter sneak peek: You turned your head in that direction. Seeing him, you felt a knot in your stomach, and your heart in your mouth. A strong shudder ran through your body, sending that familiar electricity right to your fingertips. By avoiding him for so long, you had built a wall that was supposed to make you immune to the feelings he evoked in you. But all it took was one look to tear it down.
As Bucky was coming towards you, you considered running away, but your body – craving his attention, longing for his presence – stuck in place, refusing to obey you.
A single buzz of the phone distracted you from the document you were reading through. Thrown out of the work rhythm that had been driving you for the past few hours, you instinctively ran your eyes over the desk, pretty much buried in papers, meanwhile figuring out that the phone was hidden somewhere underneath. So you started collecting all the documents, putting them in neat piles to eventually find it.
It felt good to be working like that again. Finally, after a few weeks since your father's death, filled with overwhelming responsibilities and things a little too heavy for your shoulders, your mind was in the right place; stable enough to catch up on paperwork.
You grabbed your phone and tapped the screen to check the latest notification, expecting a message from Suzie reminding you to buy her promised snacks on the way home. But it wasn’t your sister. You froze when the sender of the text turned out to be Bucky.
You still have my sweatshirt. I want it back.
You hoped he had let go after weeks of being ignored. Right at the start – on the very evening John showed up at your house – you wrote Bucky a succinct message saying that you couldn't see each other anymore. This was to be the definitive end; you didn't reply to his texts, didn't answer his calls. You realized that otherwise you would be drawn to him again, therefore throwing away your only chance for a marriage.
The phone in your hands buzzed again.
I don’t want it back. I want to see you.
An unpleasant warmth went through your body. You put the phone back on the desk, then stood up; mostly to stretch your bones, stiff from sitting, partly to fight the urge to speak to him. With the phone still in your hands, you could have undone the hard work of recent weeks – weaning yourself from the presence of the one person who had always been on your side.
You walked up to the window where, just a while ago, you were thinking about your life, your past; about who Bucky actually was to you, and why your paths never crossed. But they finally did – at the moment when you most needed guidance, understanding, a friend. And now you missed him. You missed Bucky endlessly since the last time you saw each other. You missed him the way you missed the first rays of bright, warm sunshine after a harsh winter; the way you missed the cool, refreshing rain during a stuffy summer; the way you missed a favorite flavor that you never recreated again; the way you missed the childhood years of innocent carefreeness. Because he was just that to you – some lost, longed-for sensation that was beyond your reach.
And all this for what? A successful marriage to John? A peaceful, secure future?
In fact, everything seemed perfect. John was good to you – he didn't drop distasteful hints, didn't ogle you, didn't put any pressure. He regularly took you to one fancy restaurant after another, and kept trying to find out as much as he could about you. He even turned up at the exhibition in your gallery. From the outside it seemed like he was there to support you, to keep you company. However, the truth was that John was controlling you; just as Michael said. What's more, he lavished you with gifts, usually expensive jewellery that was rarely to your taste. You weren't ungrateful, but you got the impression that John was only giving you what he himself wanted to see on you, not what actually suited you.
But there was something that worried Michael in particular. John had expressed a willingness to make a deal, in addition it looked like he was courting you full steam ahead, but he hadn't asked you to marry him yet. So, at any time, he could have simply backed out, leaving you in the lurch – he had you in the palm of his hand and was taking advantage of this by testing your loyalty and, somehow, obedience. Knowing that any contact with Bucky would cost you dearly, you couldn't afford even a moment's weakness.
Hearing a quiet knock on the door of your office, you felt another wave of that unpleasant warmth. You looked back hesitantly and were instantly relieved seeing the familiar face of your friend, Connie.
“Are you okay?” She furrowed. “You look… bad.”
You smiled, as if that would dissuade your friend from worrying. “Just a little tired.” You stretched sleepily to emphasize your words.
“No wonder. You've been working a lot lately,” Connie pointed out, sitting down on a chair in front of her desk. “You're hard to get to.” She raised her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side as if she had just caught you at something. Connie was one of your closest friends, and although she wasn't directly connected to your world – unless it was through you – you mentioned your problem to her; one that had been dragging on since your father's funeral.
“And how's your new job?” To distract Connie, you slightly changed the subject. You walked over to the desk and took a seat too.
“It is not that bad. If I get promoted from making coffee and washing cups to actual finances. But it's only an internship, so I might as well keep making coffee until the end.” She rolled her eyes and your smile widened; perhaps Connie was complaining about her duties and you sympathized that she had to do something she didn't like, but it was nice to hear about such mundane problems. You would have liked to be making coffee for bankers and financiers instead of having to marry to save your family from ruin. “Actually…” she began innocently. “I just have one tiny favor to ask you. I swear I came mostly to see if you were okay, but-”
“I know, Connie,” you interrupted. “What’s the favor?”
“Go out with me this weekend. Have some fun, stop thinking about work and… you know, the other thing.”
Turning down such proposals was not in your habit. Moreover, suffocated by visits to expensive, uptight restaurants, which left you hungry and a little bored, you missed this kind of entertainment. Besides, lately you've only been hanging around older men, who always had a full range of golden advice and ideal offers for you. You craved loud music, dancing among strangers and, above all, alcohol – it didn't have to be expensive, the kind John would provide; you just wanted it to take the weight off your thoughts, at least for a while. You needed a break.
“Okay,” you said after a moment of reflection.
Connie's face lit up with a bright, excited grin. “Okay?” she made sure, and when you nodded in surrender, she reached over the desk, put her hands around your cheeks and placed a big kiss on your forehead, and you – put in a light, somewhat carefree mood by your friend – laughed. You both did.
The weekend arrived much slower as you waited for the fun you craved. You had completely absorbed the idea that you would be spending Saturday night at some club, and there was nothing to stop you doing so. Not even John. As you sat in Connie's flat, in your robe, sipping a margarita, waiting for the polish on your nails to dry, he called you with a proposition for another date.
“Johnny…” Despite the heavy sigh that left your lips, you tried to make your voice sound as sweet as possible; even if you wanted to set any boundaries, John had the upper hand, so you couldn't behave audaciously – you couldn't be cold and assertive, you had to wrap him around your finger. “I can't see you. I would love to, but I've been neglecting my girlfriends lately. I need to spend some time with them.”
“But in a club?” he reluctantly repeated the information you gave him at the very beginning. “Maybe I could go with you?”
You nearly choked on your drink. A red light flashed in your head; John Walker was about to enter a phase that would put an end to you going out on your own. And you couldn't let that happen. At least not until he had made his final decision in terms of marriage. You needed that wedding, and in order to achieve it you were prepared to do a lot, at the same time you couldn't let John trample you like that. He said himself that he had always wanted you – so he had to realize that he could easily lose you. You couldn't be the only one who was fearing about this 'relationship'.
“Johnny,” you echoed his name, but this time you almost said it between clenched teeth with a kind of determination and slight irritation. You plastered a smile on your face to sound at least a little softer. “You are really sweet. But I need time with my friends. It will be something like my bachelorette party.” The words you used were intentional; you wanted to give him the idea that he should finally make up his mind and officially ask you to marry him. It wasn't your dream, but you had to protect yourself; you had to stop letting him lead you around by the nose, taking advantage of your dates.
“You're right. But you have to promise me that we'll spend all Sunday together. Tomorrow you will be just for me and no one else.”
The dates with John were not a disaster largely because they usually lasted a few hours. Spending a whole day with him was different. And if you reacted this way to this prospect – with discouraged silence – what about spending the rest of your life with John? You've probably never seen it in this light before, and it suddenly made you sick.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah, sorry,” you said hurriedly. “Yes, of course, we will spend the whole Sunday together.”
“Perfect. See you then?”
“See you then.”
You tossed your phone to the other end of the couch. Connie appeared in the living room, although technically she had been there the whole time due to the living room being connected to the kitchen. She looked at you with concern, put down the margarita pitcher she had brought, and sat beside you.
“He's not that bad,” you claimed.
“Yeah, sure.”
You squinted, staring blankly at a random point in front of you. “But…”
Under the influence of margarita, you wanted to make some philosophical speech about how your end was near; how it was creeping up on you, crawling under your skin. You were sure of the end of your freedom, as future husbands tend to joke about, but you hated these jokes. Eventually you said nothing, occupying your head with ways to help you unwind; to somehow honor the potentially last opportunity for you to go out like this; without your controlling soon-to-be husband.
Having shaken your head to get rid of some unnecessary thoughts, you glanced at Connie, smiling at her tenderly. “Would you be so kind and lend me the shortest dress you have?”
Although you weren't in the mood for men's company, the decision about the dress resulted in exactly what you thought it would. It was short enough that you didn't dare bend down, but its length and tightness actually played only a partial role in making you attract attention. You oozed a sort of mysterious, appealing aura of being open to innocent propositions you might have refused; eager for an adventure you might not have taken part in. Men followed you with their eyes, and it looked as if they were prepared to get burnt, to be rejected only if that meant they could get close to you, to exchange a few words, to have the opportunity to be noticed by you.
Perhaps it was the irritation, the cooling anger at John and the exhaustion of your living situation that made you attract people the way flame attracts moths? Perhaps your true nature – the one your mother tried to nip – has been bubbling to the surface through some small cracks, caused by your recent bending to the will imposed from everywhere? Or was it simply the result of a couple margaritas consumed before going out?
You didn't know, and you didn't particularly care.
From the moment you arrived at the club – the kind of club you had in mind; with colorful but not aggressive lights, affordable alcohol and good music; on this night, hits from the early 2000s prevailed – you and Connie basically didn't leave the dance floor. Not including short breaks for drinks at the bar or going to the toilet. For the first time in a long time, you felt your age – carefree, almost irresponsible; you were having fun.
Time seemed to flow a little differently, so you didn't know exactly how much of it had passed, but Connie and you were starting to get sore feet. You knew that choosing some flat shoes would be a wise move, but high heels made your legs look even better than usual. There was no room for reason that night.
Connie disappeared somewhere, having promised earlier to get you some seats. You didn't want to return to the dance floor alone, besides, you needed to catch your breath. You ordered something exceptionally non-alcoholic at the bar – orange juice with ice – and decided to wait for your friend there. Resting your elbows on the slightly sticky counter, thereby trying to transfer your body weight from your sore legs, you sipped your juice.
The bartender unexpectedly slipped you a pink drink in a wine glass. “From that guy.” She nodded to the other end of the counter.
You turned your head in that direction. Seeing him, you felt a knot in your stomach, and your heart in your mouth. A strong shudder ran through your body, sending that familiar electricity right to your fingertips. By avoiding him for so long, you had built a wall that was supposed to make you immune to the feelings he evoked in you. But all it took was one look to tear it down.
As Bucky was coming towards you, you considered running away, but your body – craving his attention, longing for his presence – stuck in place, refusing to obey you.
He stood next to you, his hand resting on the surface of the counter, his fingers almost reaching your elbow. You looked at his face; to your disadvantage, he was as beautiful as ever, his plump lips were wet, giving them the impression of being even more luscious; his eyes seemed fatigued as he watched you with calm and benevolence.
“Aren't you going to ask what I’m doing here?” He spoke, and from the way he articulated the words you were able to tell that he was a little drunk. “If I'm following you..?”
“No, I'm not going to ask that. I’m not going to ask about anything, actually, because I shouldn't be talking to you at all.”
Bucky smiled, but there was not a bit of warmth in that smile. “So you're marrying him…” He nodded slowly, running his tongue over his teeth. “Did he tell you to stay away from me or what?”
Closing your eyes, you let out a heavy sigh. “I want this marriage to work, Bucky.” You looked him straight in the eye. “And it won’t work with you there. I wish I could keep what we have, I wish I could keep you, I swear, but I can’t. I need you to understand that. Please.”
At first he stared at you without a word, anger crept onto his face. “So that’s it? I lose you, you get your perfect little husband?”
You pursed your lips; no matter what, you didn’t expect to hear something like this from Bucky, yet you deserved it; you should’ve had a normal conversation with him. And now you were too tired, too defeated already, to fight. “Yeah, that’s it,” you said briefly. “Friendship isn't meant for us. Thanks for the drink,” you added, trying to take the least emotional approach possible, but in reality you could feel your heart breaking.
Bucky looked like he was slowly being consumed by panic. But there was nothing you could do about it. You grabbed the glass filled with alcohol he'd bought for you and moved away from the bar. Anywhere, as long as it's far away from him.
By the kindness of one man (or, rather, innocent flirtation), Connie got the seats in the VIP box. The man shared it with a friend who introduced himself as Reggie, Ricky or Randy; you couldn't recall the correct version. You didn't focus on his name; nor did you pay particular attention to what he was saying. All you knew was that he called you pretty, and was buying you drinks, which you accepted cautiously.
Things stopped going as you had hoped. This was supposed to be your night without men, yet you were just letting one hit on you. You were supposed to have fun, yet you felt heartbroken by the situation with Bucky. Since when did everything start revolving around him? Since when did your mood depend on what was going on between the two of you? Did your first meeting unlock some mechanism that you were both doomed to, or did you just get so attached to him over the course of a couple weeks?
When Reggie/Ricky/Randy's hand resting on your thigh began to go higher and higher, your thoughts crashed against all these questions like rough waves. It didn't bother you, what he was doing. And since it didn't bother you, you decided not to spoil his fun. Your thoughts wandered so far and wide that you barely noticed the moment he kissed you. His hot, alcohol-breathing lips pressed onto yours, and you were basically indifferent to that too. Maybe not so indifferent, because you found something pleasurable in it; your relationship with John lacked the flame, the immediate desire. And Reggie/Ricky/Randy had that boyish charm mixed with the possessiveness of a grown man; a combination that appealed to you very much. Besides, your future wasn't in his hands, and not being at Reggie/Ricky/Randy's mercy turned you on even more.
And suddenly he was gone.
Reggie/Ricky/Randy ended up on the floor. You lifted up your eyes from the drunken man, unable to get up from the ground, and saw Bucky. Again. With clenched jaw and heavy breathing, he watched Reggie/Ricky/Randy laying between you. However, he was harmless enough to quickly lose Bucky's interest, so he grabbed your wrist and forced you to stand up, then follow him.
“Bucky!” you groaned. You were afraid that Bucky was capable of dragging you behind him if the situation called for it. “You're walking too fast! I can’t walk that fast in these heels!”
He stopped sharply and turned towards you; you could see how angry he was. You didn’t know when he positioned his hands at the right places on your body, so he could throw you over his shoulder. An amused giggle escaped your mouth, but you quickly remembered that you should be mad at him.
“Put me down!” You hit him somewhere under the shoulder blade and immediately felt the hardness of his muscles – you might as well have hit a stone. You massaged your sore hand right away, meanwhile coming to terms with the fact that he couldn't hear you over the thumping music anyway.
A sudden coolness and distant sounds indicated that you had left the club. Bucky put you down but still stayed close in case you would lose your balance.
“What the hell are you doing?” You abruptly pushed back his arm, which was meant to secure you.
“What I am doing?” he bit back, the anger not leaving his face. He seemed more sober than before, too. “What the hell are you doing to yourself, Y/N? Kissing some strange guy in front of fucking everyone? You think John is gonna love that, but us hanging out is too much for him? Do you want this marriage or not?”
“What's the difference what I want!” A dreadful sorrow and helplessness echoed in your voice that made Bucky perplexed. His lips parted slightly, then snapped shut, his eyes filled with concern and sympathy. Despite the fact that you had been yelling at each other outside the club for the past few minutes, these words rang out most emphatically, bringing you both back to reality. “Who cares, Buck?” you said more quietly. “I'm supposed to marry a guy I don't really know, and I try to like him, but the more time I spend with him, the harder it gets. I'm not even talking about love, not hoping for it to happen, because I know John Walker is not it. But it doesn't matter, I still have to have his children, otherwise everything I'm doing now goes out the window. And I'm doing it so that my sister doesn't have to. So that she and my mother don't have to worry about the future and money. I would do anything for them, but my mother won't even speak to me; she is mad at me for it.” You quickly wiped a hot tear from your cheek, completely missing the moment you started crying. “I know there are worse things than marrying a rich guy.” You rolled your eyes at the depiction of your problem. “But it still hurts. Maybe one day I'll get used to it, but right now I'm fucking scared. I’m all alone, I have no one to get my back, no one to hold my hand. I’m fucking scared-”
“Y/N…”
“No.” You didn't let him get a word in fear that – whatever he had to say – you would break even more. “Help me get through this less painfully and just… disappear. Leave me alone.”
Connie appeared beside you, but you only noticed it when her warm hand touched your bare shoulder. You didn't hear what she was telling you; there was just ringing in your ears, and the sound of gushing blood in your head. Bucky didn't take his eyes off you; you'd never seen him so worried, so vulnerable and unsettled before.
Connie stroked your hair, then put her arm around you, and you both began to walk ahead. The tenderness of her gestures revived you somewhat; you looked away from Bucky and fixed your eyes on the pavement. Eventually she pulled you into probably the only open diner in the area. There was still ringing in your ears, but you realized that you were to get something warm to drink and wait for a cab.
One of your first conscious thoughts shortly after waking up was that physically you felt far too good for a hangover. You were genuinely disappointed by this, as this kind of suffering would have been the perfect excuse not to spend the day with John. The perfect excuse for your nasty mood.
You sat up on the bed, your eyes automatically fell on the black sweatshirt slung over the chair by a vanity table. Returning it would have been the perfect opportunity to see him, but you had finished that stage in your life, and you were going to stick to it. You decided not to bother with how you planned to give Bucky back his property. Instead, you grabbed the sweatshirt off the chair and put it on.
When you went down to the kitchen, you met Michael there. He was sipping coffee – as you gathered from the smell lingering in the room – and focused on you as soon as you entered his sight. As you prepared your tea, you felt his attentive gaze on you.
“Where were you last night?”
You almost dropped the cup from your hands. That uncomfortable, paralyzing electricity ran through your body. The only reason Michael could have asked that particular question was because he knew – someone had told him about what you were doing; that you were making out with a man whose name you couldn't even remember. And if Michael knew, John was also going to get that information sooner or later.
“At a nightclub. With Connie. Do you remember Connie..?” You glanced over your shoulder and he only nodded. “Why do you ask?” you added casually, although in reality you were sure you were about to have a heart attack.
“I thought you saw Bucky Barnes. That you convinced him to change his mind.”
Your forehead furrowed, your eyes widened. Trying to ignore the fact your heart skipped a beat, you turned to Michael. “What..?”
“He has made an offer.��
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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ || Not even close
Bullykim minji x F!reader
A/n: ...hyein is kinda mean here..New jeans and aespa are the popular groups at school, Danielle and haerin are caught kissing but ignore that...mean girls vibes??? Minji is not SO bully, i think she is just popular
Warnings: kiss, swear words, light sexual mentions...nothing exaggerated
God, you had no idea what you were doing here, you would kill Yujin for this, she is annoying, she knows that you are just a student who studies more than should, is tormented daily by the popular people and even made you come to this stupid party, and even had the audacity to leave you alone to go kiss wonyoung.
You may be feeling cold sweat when you saw people kissing, and almost eating each other if that's not a euphemism, it was terrifying and to make matters worse you didn't have wifi... it was pathetic to take your useless phone and scroll through the gallery while scrolling through old photos that you should delete
until you see everyone at the party looking to the left, some looked terrified while others had a sparkle in their eyes, and others pretended not to see whoever the person was there anyway.
and when you look, it was who you thought, one of the two most popular groups at school, they were terrifying, they went out to parties and the youngest of the group was a terror...she threw water at people while they were going to the bathroom and that made you and your poor group of nerdy girls have their bladders full and scared, and it wasn't just out of fear, she stole your lunch every day, and made a rumor that you had sex with one of your friends, how the rumor disappeared you didn't know, but that was none of your business
you might feel tense when you see Kang haerin, the school princess, who made fun of the newbies and you didn't go to waste, she said you smelled on your first day there, by her side Marsh Danielle, the whole school thought they were dating but if rumors spread, you felt sorry for what would happen, She was kind and almost never made fun of people, but she wasn't innocent.
They looked around while her hands were clasped tightly, behind her arrived Kim minji on Hyein's side, god..you could feel the atmosphere getting heavy, .when hyein came parading everyone who was minimally without fame averted their eyes, going back to talking while the crowd of girls who thought they were popular surrounded her
You broke out of your trance when you saw Minji looking deep into your eyes, she was the one you avoided the most, she always tried to make friends with you, when she was stealing the materials you were a new girl and she saw you there, you mentally cursed when a probing smile appeared and she said "oh..do you want to help me here?" slowly with a tone that she is obviously mocking you, after that she acted like your friend, when she was with Giselle in the hallway she whistled at you and you could hear provocative laughter that made you feel like burying your head in a hole and never leave again, In the refectory she decided to sit next to you and made all the popular girls sit with you, you looked like a rabbit in the middle of all the wolves, even those younger than you scared you
They talked about scaring newbies and told you who they were going to disturb or make rumors about, and you just stayed quiet as you glanced sideways from the cold food to the group they were talking to normally as if you were part of it, it was terrifying.
You feel yourself blush when you see Minji looking at you and quickly look away from your phone as the familiar feeling of discomfort crosses your chest, you sigh as you mentally curse yourself.
As if celestial gods are listening, Hanni pulls Minji into a crowd of popular girls, namely Chaewon, Jennifer, Yeojin and Yuna, leaving you alone on the couch
After uncomfortable minutes, your eyes went from kissing couples, to fighting couples, now your eyes looked tired, the flashing lights of the party hurt your head and you felt your body melting into the sofa, you look at a small table with only alcoholic drinks. , and you even thought about getting it if Yuna and Minnie hadn't kept guard over the best drinks, you didn't know whether to face your fear and take the damn drink or just stay there until your friend willingly STOP devouring poor, poor wonyoung shamelessly , you really weren't in the mood to see this, it wasn't appropriate for your sober eyes
the more time passed the more you felt bad, mentally deciding after humiliating yourself so much and thinking of the best responses to humiliate yujin you finally decide to get up, uncomfortably you get up from the sofa and walk awkwardly towards the seas of dancing bodies to get your drink, as you tried to pass by the sweaty bodies, stinking hair, people laughing and more drunk than anything about to vomit you finally reached your destination, a table with good drinks, a pile of red glasses were thrown across it, you see yuna and minnie laughing and clearly making fun of someone and you stay as far away as you can from them, you take one of the glasses and put the drink in it which doesn't look so good, but that's what you had, when you were going to drink the liquid in the glass you feel a tall person bumps your glass, causing all the purple drink to fall onto your skirt and shirt
".im so Sorry..." a mockingly matter-of-fact voice reaches your ears and you can feel yourself blushing as you look up, looking at hyein. " You should watch where you're going" a voice is heard behind you, recognized as Hanni voice
you could feel yourself blushing, the feeling of discomfort filling your chest and you stumble over your words.
you look at your stained blouse and finally say something after a few embarrassing seconds "it wasn't my intent-" " obviously it wasn't" hyein interrupts "You can just clean the shirt...it's not a designer brand" hanni says behind and pulls hyein away from you, while you wonder how you're going to pass in the sea of dirty people, that would ruin 0.001% of your popularity
you had to choose between staying here like an idiot or going to the bathroom and calling yujin until her cell phone died, the second option seemed better but you knew you didn't have the courage, grabbing another glass of drink and praying to a thousand angels that you wouldn't get dirty again you drank the drink faster than you thought
the alcohol getting into your head and for a second you see everything blurred, feeling strangely better, when the drink ends you mentally curse, but you don't have the strength to get up, Seeing all the people around you seems like a blur to you, you don't know if it's because your eyes are hurting from the flashing lights, if the alcohol is coming in and flooding your mind or if you're simply tired, but then your eyes focus on one person. whose hair has the same cut as yujin, it could only be her you think
putting your phone in your pocket and getting up, almost falling again, looking around to make sure no one saw you, follow the path towards the person, the closer you get the further away the person gets, and like magic the person is not there. the only paths being the party entrance and the bathroom, you can only guess that she went to the bathroom, if it really is yujin, look for wonyoung
You stagger, cursing yourself for borrowing Miyeon's heels, arriving at the bathroom entrance you see Danielle and Haerin kissing? danielle had a glass of a strange drink in her hand, with her arm stretched over haerin's shoulder, they seemed too in love to see you there, and you were grateful because if they had seen you it wouldn't have been good, the people there seemed the same. the most drunk at the party, they were eating, some taking off their shoes and others with their faces full of lipstick, diverting your attention from the people you go back to looking for yujin
as everything was so good you bump into someone who had MORE drinks in their hand, and the person instinctively puts their hand on your waist, you're so drunk you don't realize it "Are you okay?" the person comes close to your ear whispering because of the loud music
then you realize it's Kim minji, damn it. She looked more attractive than when you saw her from afar, her outfit seemed to suit her and her lips looked pretty. and for minutes you forgot that she asked you a question, your forehead wrinkles slightly and your grip gets tighter "Hey, are you listening to me? you're all dirty..let's clean up" she murmurs and you come out of your trance, A shade of pink splashes across your cheeks and you wave softly, waiting for her to let you go, but she doesn't, walking through the party towards a place that no one can enter, the people around her looking at you and not even hiding their murmurs.
when you enter the room first she closes the door quickly "hm the owner of the party is my friend... I mean he's ugly, but he has good parties so I talk to him" she blurts out as she goes to a place in a closet "there's an outfit from one of my friends, you must know her" she murmurs and takes out what looks like a very expensive outfit and gives it to you "this looks horrible but it's the only thing there" she says without looking at you Still, you can't even think and feel ashamed for having to say that you can't put it and she finally looks at you, raising an eyebrow "I understand" she murmurs, coming closer to you and untying your heels, her eyes narrowing "can you really walk with this?" she murmurs and you just babble things "Jesus, how many glasses did you drink? Did you come to this party alone? You look like a child" she lets out a sigh and takes the top part of the set, taking off your current wet clothes, leaving you in just your bra , you blush and look away anywhere but at the girl in front of you, she puts the shirt on you and nods to herself "that looks much better" She lifts you up and grabs your waist tighter "I think I'd better take you to my dorm today" she says keeping Miyeon's heels somewhere, you know you should tell her to take care of it, Miyeon would kill you but you can't say anything
"i don't know.." you say slurred and she doesn't even bother answering "you prefer to be alone at this party? you don't seem to have a brain right now" she says directly as her eyebrows arch gently pulling you by the arm towards the party, a spike of energy welling up in your veins and you grab her hand "dance with me please?" you say in her ear and she tenses up “here?” she says, clearly not wanting people to use you for seeing you with her, especially dancing, she always refused to dance with people "they're drunk.." you say slurred and pull her onto the dance floor giving a smile, you don't even You need to ask for space, people just leave so Minji can have space
You looks at her while you dance, giving a smile and taking her hand, unconsciously Minji puts her hands on your waist and you, drunk without thinking, wrap your arms around her neck and start moving, while you join the crowd, after a time minji leans her head towards your right ear and murmurs "You know you're lucky" she says and you can feel her smile even without looking, her fingers twitch on your waist "ah?.. why?" "I would have left you at the party, but you know, why not?" she says
" I guess that's why you're popular" you blurt out, Minji smiles and bites her lower lip, trying not to smile "oh..yeah?" she says her face getting closer "yeah what?" you murmur "yeah it's true" She leans her face close, her breath touching your face, you swear you could feel her lips "what are you doing?" you say shakily and feel her fingers tighten more "nothing" she says in a sigh " I'm just looking at you" Minji mutters, squinting softly at the flashing lights, and as if the world was blurry your mind went blank, Minji's lips being the only ones on your mind, you were probably drugged, just one glass and you did things on impulse
so as a glimpse you capture minji's lips on yours, without letting the girl know if anyone would see, the worst that would happen is that she would push you and everyone at the party would take a photo, but then minji pulls your waist and takes your body for more close, closing your eyes and opening your lips inviting you to enter
You would never do this soberly, especially with someone as popular as Minji, but after the kiss flowed those thoughts flew out of your head.
the more you kissed her, the more the kiss became aggressive, and minji pulled you to a place in the bathroom "let's get out of here" she murmurs between your lips, not even caring about the lack of breath
pulling you against a wall in the hallway of the not very busy bathroom, she holds you against him again, kissing you, the kisses going down to your neck while she caressed your arm
until you heard the voice of someone familiar "She's got to be joking! where did she go" and you could clearly hear that it was New Jeans, probably looking for Minji, but it seems like you were the only one who noticed, even though you were drunk
"Minji..hey” you mumble trying to push her away but she just mumbles in agreement, so you push her away and she looks at you, looking disoriented "what happened?" Minji says breathlessly as her cheeks make a perfect match with her lips, covered with your red lipstick.
before you can respond Hanni arrives in front of you and Minji while in the background Hyein and Danielle are arguing about some topic and Haerin is focused on the ceiling
" What's going on?" Hanni asks hesitantly and raises an eyebrow.
"nothing" you and minji say at the same time, your lips and minji's matching, and the position of you two doesn't match that excuse, hanni frowns and crosses her arms "okay" she says slowly then hyein comes forward "Unnie! let's go" hyein says approaching with a pout "danielle is drunk!" she stops in front of minji and then with a click she notices you there "what is she doing here..." she asks a question, which doesn't seem like a question so much "is that my shirt?" she exclaims and her eyebrows visibly furrow "hanni tell minji to leave?" she crosses her arms and hanni looks at minji, not even needing to speak minji moves away and bites her lower lip "see you tomorrow" she moves away slightly
hyein continues complaining to danielle about nonsense and haerin continues looking into space, now staring at her own glass of drink as the girls left and she stood there, then she jumps slightly
" Pretend nothing happened here, I'll give you your shirt back later" Minji continues talking
"MINJI" The girls say in unison with bored expressions "bye" Minji says embarrassed and runs towards the group infiltrating the middle
"hey! But Miyeon's high heels.."
Fuck.. she will kill me
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Sneak Pecks
Headcanon: They got hold of your phone ft Dazai, Kunikida, Akutagawa
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Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting.I think Dazai is dominating my blog
Dazai:
Actually he doesn't get to touch your phone because its always with you more then him being with you
It was a fault to leave your phone at home when you went out to get some fresh air
He saw a blinking light under the white blankets of the messy bed he laid on
BOOM DIVES ON THE BED TO CATCH THE SOURCE OF LIGHT
It was a call from an unknown number, that too from Y/N's Phone
He picks up the call to hear "Hello this is Mr Sugaro speaking, am I speaking with Miss Y/N?" "No but you are certainly speaking to her boyfriend Mr Sugaro from Lane 34, Tokyo"
He just made sure the scammer had a breakdown.
This is Dazai Osamu we are talking about, he figured out the password.
He would absolutely surf your phone throughout, when he opens the phone gallery. You had pictures saved....Not of him but of other animated characters.
He went out and ordered his needs and wants from your amazon using your cash and I am pretty sure he also might have ordered food.
He sees your search history And the door opens
Boom
You snatched your phone out of his hands to see all your contacts renamed and all your chats being replied too.
Guess what jealously did? He deleted the folder you dedicated for anime men and replaced it with his selfies.
The man even changed your phone language to Russian.
You were about to beat this man up when the door rings.
Rip Dazai.
*Ring ring* "Who the hell is Alabama rockstar? "
Kunikida:
Please, He is just like a mom
Laughing and giggling at your phone? During work hours? Your phone is snitched
I am sorry, you would totally be sitting anxiously as he goes through your phone intensely.
You don't care if he is your close one, no one could go through your phone without your permission
Alas, he has faster reflexes, so naturally he was able to make you sit on the couch again.
He is horrified by your shopping history. 'Nendoroid Action Figure under 2$', 'Shirts under 3$'
Damn bro you are broke.
But he was audibly gasping when he went through your group chats.
Wait till he sees your search history and Pinterest recommendations
Akutagawa:
You took a picture of Akutagawa
Bad move. The flash was on
He snatches the phone from rashomon, enough that it doesn't break your phone
As he proceeds to see the photo from the gallery, he accidentally clicks the back button
To see you dedicating a folder named “Aku” with pictures of him.
it held every picture of him. (Stalker much?)
I am pretty sure you get paid by Higuchi
Lets be honest, he wouldn't try to go through your phone, considering he never tried to snoop but
He saw a message from that weretiger
You both are dead and so is your phone.
If only he saw the chat to see them trading photos of Akutagawa for money. (Figure who is who on your own ;D )
Dazai is dominating everywhere.
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a private after party | park yeon-jin
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synopsis: It was just a party for award that Lee Sa-ra received. It was huge one, full of important people. But what really mattered was how you and Yeon-jin celebrated when no one was watching.
warnings: red flags? yeah, i've noticed them. smut. rough sex. degradation. praising. thigh riding. choking. s&m. masturbation. alcohol consumption. smoking. cheating (i'm so sorry ha do-yeong you deserve so much better my king). gn!reader is also part of the asshole club.
You both could've say it was an accident. A mistake. That after hours of feasting on whatever Lee Sa-ra mixed in your glasses stopped you both from thinking straight. That it meant nothing.
But that's not true.
It wasn't a mistake. Every second spend with Yeon-jin can't be a mistake. It wasn't the first time, or the second, nor the third. It wasn't a accident. No stupid party or expensive alcohol was responsible for anything.
The fault is on you for getting away from your friends and search for a empty room in that Gallery. The fault is on you for calling Yeon-jin — by dialing her number, because touching her contact would be too easy. The fault is on her for telling Ha Do-yeong to go home earlier, that she just wants to make sure her friends get home safe. The fault is on her for climbing three flights of stairs without once thinking about turning back and heading home instead.
But when Yeon-jin locked the door, the fault was on you both.
"Red wine?" Sitting in one of the armchairs, you smirked. "Are we celebrating?"
"Sa-ra just got awarded," leaning against the door, Yeon-jin held the bottle with both hands. She took a sip, straight from the bottle, and walked over to you. "Of course we are."
You reached out, but Yeon-jin pushed the bottle away from you. She took another sip, looking deep into your eyes, before giving in. After drinking a bit, you put bottle on the corner table. "That's a pretty dress you're wearing."
Yeon-jin rolled her eyes. "I'd look better naked."
"I know you do," you smiled, and once again Yeon-jin got reminded on why she loves you so much. The way your eyes darken when you have fun, your lips curling up when you smile, all your beautiful hair. You have kind words and behaves nicely, but you're just like her. "Still, all I can think about is Monica Lewinski."
Yeon Jin slid his knee against his thigh, and then rested his hands on the armchair behind his body. Her knee came up, pressing against your panties, and the evil smile finally appeared on her face. "You're already drunk, aren't you?"
"You never cared about this before. Neither did I," you licked your lips. You tugged at the hem of your red dress. "You're perfect, but you look even better when you wear my clothes."
Yeon-jin bent down until their noses brushed. You moved forward instinctively, but she decided to explore your neck. You smelled like wine, and tasted like something sweeter.
"He didn't even noticed," Yeon-jin laughed against your skin. "And he thinks he's so smart. So above anyone else."
"I could fuck you in front of him and he still wouldn't understand a thing," you could almost sense her pussy throbing. Yeon-jin has a weak point for talking shit about her husband. "Maybe I should try next time he invites me to dinner with you both. Show him how you need to be treated."
Her eyes got darker. "And how's that?" You don't know how she does that, but she does. And often.
Your fingers tightened around her waist, forcing her to sit on your lap. You grabbed her chin, nails piercing the soft skin. Yeon-jin didn't even realize she rolled her hips against your thights. It was instinctive.
"Like a needy bitch."
Your hand went up to her neck, and you held it tightly. Her gasp vibrated up your arm. "Aren't you even going to pretend I'm wrong?" You squeezed her waist. "Won't you at least pretend not to be my little bitch?"
Yeon Jin shut you up with a kiss. She threw herself against you, her fingers pulling your hair in an attempt to bring you even closer to her, and melted against your body.
You forced her waist down, feeling how soaked the fabric of her panties already was. She leaned on your shoulders, sliding against you. Yeon-jin lifted her dress, exposing her black lingerie.
Yeon-jin has never been the type to ask for what she wants. She just takes it.
You squeezed her body, your fingers marking her ever so sensitive skin. Part of you wanted to really mark her. Sucking her neck, spanking her ass hard, scratching her back. You wanted to mark her as yours, expose to Ha Do-yeong how you managed to take from him the only thing that really mattered. How Yeon-jin was never his, always yours.
"You look so pretty underneath me," Yeon-jin moaned.
But you wouldn't do this to her.
Yeon-jin unzipped your pants, rubbing her fingers against you. With her touching you like that, looking at you like that, you couldn't help but feel complete.
But feel owned.
Yeon Jin drank more of the wine, and put the bottle in his mouth. Wine ran down your chin, dripped onto your clothes, but you didn't care. How could you?
You pulled her by her hair, bringing Yeon Jin's mouth to yours. You kissed her, making her drink the wine in your mouth, and moaned when Yeon-jin's hand became rougher. Less delicate. Just the way she knows you love it.
You're the only one that can make her head get empty. Bringing pleasure to Yeon-jin until that's all she is. A squirming little thing that only cares about having more of you. No one could replace you.
She's the only one that can make you desperate. That can turn you into something simple: into something needy. Someone that craves for her and only her. No one could make you forget her.
Open mouth, empty mind. Yeon-jin melting against your thigh, you breaking apart in her hand. Close eyes, full heart. No other drug can bring you both to ecstasy so easily.
"You're my favorite toy," Yeon-jin whimpered. A needy bitch. Your needy bitch. "My pretty, beautiful doll. You're the only one for me. You know that."
The mark of your nails on her throat were a proof of that. The stained dress on her body were a proof of that. The soaked pantie covering her used cunt were a proof of that. Yeon-jin calling your name at night, sleeping beside her husband, were a proof of that.
You took the bottle from her hand, taking a large sip. Darken eyes, curled up lips, your beautiful hair. Yeon-jin already knew what you would say, even before you opened your mouth. "I know that."
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📻 [The photo of the radio demon in a device with the newest technology that Vox released!?] 📻
📻
Everyone at the hotel knew you were a technology junkie and wondered how Alastor could have even fallen in love with you if he hated the latest stuff.
You had recently purchased a new smartphone and your boyfriend was not entirely happy with you. Annoying to say the least when you came running into the hazbin hotel waving your hand up and breathing the same way an athlete would do after running the same marathon you had done to be the first to get that gadget.
"Y'ALL I HAVE SOME NEW GOOD GOOD NEWS!! LOOK AT THIS PRECIOUS THING!!"
Charlie shared the excitement with you, immediately approaching you to check your cell phone, she left Vaggie in charge that she had better things to do, Niffty and Angel Dust accompanied her with curiosity. Husk was being the same alcoholic as always but he turned to look at you to try to distinguish what you wanted to show so much
"That was the thing you wanted to show so much? You were the first to get it!!? Let me see it, let me see it!"
"That's a new one pussy, got luck if it gets stuck or falls off your hands"
Alastor watched suspiciously from a few steps behind Angel Dust
"Dear, I think you should throw that away"
he replied as curtly as he could.
"Why? Look at this! It can take spectacular selfies!!"
"Haha! No no no, very soon it will break because of how delicate and... Disgusting, those artifacts are, nothing to talk about sweetheart"
He frowned evilly without losing his smile and walked away as fast as he could, he had no intention of approaching you until you threw that out of his sight, you turned to the group behind you and it gave you an idea, maybe you could take a photo of him unawares... You didn't know how the dynamics of glitching worked, any camera in which Alastor could appear, he would have to realize it for him to use his power, right?
All afternoon you spent trying to get his attention so that your plans went unnoticed. The story was getting too long and after Alastor ignored you for most of that day, you decided to talk about the situation with your small group of hotel staff, you ran to the terrace where Alastor was calmly drinking some weird drink on his cup, before approaching with the excuse of have something with him
"Would you mind spending more time with your wife?"
"Of course darling. After all it's about time you let go of that pathetic device that can't give you the same entertainment as me!"
He said proudly, seconds after sitting in front of him a *Click* was heard! And that sound along with the flash that illuminated Alastor's face was enough to make you shake with nerves
"You made a very serious mistake, my little sweet pathetic thing."
The next thing that happened was that you flew towards the paved floor of the main entrance of the hotel, elongated black tentacles holding you in place so that Alastor increased the size of him and showed those horns that scared you so much
"Very good try love, you almost made it, but you forgot that this face was made for radio"
Everyone heard the big scandal and ran out to see (They knew that the idea you had started was the worst you had ever thought of)
He wrapped a thick chain around your neck and pulled you towards him, but not before causing his own strength to break the cell phone you had in your hand. They dragged you into the hotel and you knew what was waiting for you.
What did you have to do to earn Alastor's forgiveness?
Having deleted the photo of his face that you kept in your gallery, it had come out blurry but you could distinguish his features, was it worth it? Ask yourself, now you owed him a debt of trust
📻
You gave him a little more than your body... And your soul.
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can you do a one shot for daryl where the reader has really bad hiccups and they're in a meeting or a public place and she gets really embarrassed about it and like slaps a hand over her mouth to try and stop it but she can't and everyone's staring at her and it's a comfort fic bc he basically excuses her out and helps her
Rabbit Questions
↝a/n: I am not meaning to have my Daryl fics related to rabbits/bunnies. It's just a coincidence.
↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader (could be platonic or romantic)
↝ Warning: not proofread, not proofread, set in season 11, Commonwealth
↝⎙ 9.15.23
"And this one- beautiful, isn't it?" Pamela stood in front of a wall with a huge frame, a painting of A orange flower, the pedal reminded you of flames. It was pretty, really. And you weren't just thinking that because Pamela was in front of you, watching your face for any expression that said otherwise. The artist standing beside the painting could have something to do with it, too.
For some reason, Pamela Milton and Lance Hornsby had made it very clear you, Daryl, and Rosita came to view the art gallery, she had called it. It all felt weird, walking up and down the halls to look at all the art with eyes watching your every move. Pamela had stepped up to point out every detail while Lance just watched from the distance.
This is just so different from having to clean out walkers from buildings to show your worth, pretty much. Instead of blood on concrete, it was homemade paint on a canvas.
The paintings were pretty, really, but it just felt like they were being pushed down your throat. It was new, refreshing, a new beginning. You weren't one for change.
"Michelle here has many pieces of art here." The older woman smiled at the woman standing by the wall, a tight-lipped smile of her own on her face. Pamela pointing at a canvas towards the corner. "She's had quite the life. Painting helped her get all the built-up aggression out in some way,"
Did she actually care about what this girl had been through, or was it a front to seem like the most amazing and caring person ever?
"I felt for her, i really did." There she was, putting on a front just to make it all about her. Of course.
"When I met Michelle, i was going through-"
Hic!
Eyes, going wide, you glanced at Daryl and Rosita. They glanced at you but looked back, trying to seem interested. Pamela, looked at you for a moment, before turning to Michelle.
"As I was saying-"
Hic! "I am so sorry." you put up a hand to excuse the hiccup fit. It was one after another, and to be quite honest, it was starting to hurt your diaphragm. Your hand went you to your ribs, trying to ease the hiccups away.
A particularly loud hiccup had Pamela give you a disapproving look.
"Excuse us." Daryl's hand went to your elbow, half-heartedly excusing you two. He didn't really care if they had a problem with you walking away.
He led you by your arm to the open door, the fresh air fully hitting your blushing cheeks.
"Good lord." He grumbled, watching as your body moved with yet another hiccup. "Put yer arms over yer head or hold yer breath or somethin'."
You puffed your cheeks out, holding your breath. Daryl simply watched, waiting.
Hic!
it was muffled, but still had you huffing out.
Daryl just looked at you, before he smiled in amusement. He moved to sit down on the steps to the building, out of the way of the traffic of people. Patting an empty spot next to him, he motioned for you to sit.
"When's the last time you saw a rabbit?"
Confused, you could only look at him. He nodded, waiting for you to answer. You looked away, actually thinking about it. "I don't know." You couldn't remember the last time you saw a rabbit off the top of your head. It was probably one you had to kill to feed yourself, anyway.
"Probably a year?"
"What color was it?"
"What are you on about?"
He twirled his hair around and out of his face, the smile from earlier still lingering. "Still got hiccups?"
Your eyes widened again. They were gone.
"Carol told me that one. It was that or scaring ya."
The picture of Daryl and his dear friend talking about rabbits to get rid of hiccups was cute. Maybe it had been Daryl who had hiccups and Carol asked him the same questions.
"I prefer the rabbit questions." You smiled, looking out at the people walking freely around the Commanwealth.
"Should we go back in?"
"No." he was quick to answer. "If I see another bright flower, I'm gonna pluck my eyes out."
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