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mapofthesea · 1 year

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defenseman!taehyung x social media manager!fem!reader

hockey!au

genre: fluff, slight angst, smut

summary: The home opener of hockey season is crazy for everyone, but when star defensemen Kim Taehyung takes a specific interest in you, who are you to turn him down?

warnings: sports things, taehyung being a flirt but also very sweet, reader trying to convince herself that she isn't allowed to like him, very minor hockey related violence, swearing, small amount of alcohol consumption (no one gets drunk!), feelings admissions. Specific smut warnings: dom!tae, sub!reader, public sex, bathroom sex (they're alone in there), mirror sex, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (be better than them), begging, he comes on her back lol, some spit, praise, aftercare.

an: I am a whore for both hockey and bangtan, so here we are. As always this wasn’t proofread or edited so there might be typos! Also happy birthday Tae. love u so much king

The sound of fans funneling into the arena buzzes through the air, making you more than grateful for the direct feed of your coworkers’ voices in your ear.

“Team intros start in 15, do we have time for some pre-game content before that, Y/N?”

Your mind reels at the idea of subjecting yourself to the locker room so shortly before the game, but you’re nothing if not professional. The concrete halls echo with sound, the low bass of the pre-game playlist rumbling under the soles of your boots. The door to the locker room is open, allowing a direct view of the bustling bodies within it. You don’t bother to knock or warn them before you waltz in, team phone in hand, and get to work. A few players give you friendly nods while strapping pads on, but you’re largely ignored in favor of their own conversations.

There’s no time to set up a mic, or ask them to answer any questions, so you settle on taking some simple footage of them getting dressed, enjoying their pre-game hype. Despite your college degree in marketing and plenty of training from the previous social media manager, you would be lying if you said you felt confident in interacting with this impressive team.

As a fan, you know that the season opener night is always bound to be loud, stressful, and busy; but you didn’t expect to feel quite so nervous.

You open instagram, panning carefully around the fancy locker room to give the fans a look at everyone getting dressed, lacing up skates. Upon reviewing the footage you’re disappointed to see that it’s shaky, indicative of the nerves running through your veins.

“Shit.” You mutter, deleting the footage and heaving a sigh at how quickly the time is ticking down. You were probably down to less than 10 minutes before they’re due on the ice.

“Anything I can help you with?” A gentle, deep voice asks. Your heart stutters under your sweatshirt as you get the courage to turn.

Looking down at you with his pretty, intimidating eyes is Kim Taehyung, star defenseman. The skates give him another few inches on his already towering frame, and you can only imagine how scary he would be skating towards you on the ice.

You stare, mesmerized by how real he looks. A knowing smirk blooms on his face.

“...anything I can help you with?” He asks again, a teasing lilt to his voice as he crinkles his nose in an endearingly boyish way. You mentally slap yourself for falling for his charm so quickly. This is your job, for gods sake. You have no business fantasizing about how handsome the players are.

“Uh-um yeah, I need to do a quick interview with you, is that okay?” You hate the way your voice shakes, and you’re not even sure how he heard you over the ruckus of the locker room.

“Sure,” he squares his shoulders, brushing some hairs off of his forehead. “Where do you want me?”

The lilt of his voice suggests he knows the heat that just shot to your face was because of him, but you decide to pretend he wasn’t making you feel hot under the collar. “Can you just sit on that bench, there?” He follows your orders without hesitation as you stand in front of him, framing the shot as best as you can. Aware of the low amount of time on the clock, you ask the first question that comes to mind.

“How are you feeling about tonight?”

Taehyung smirks, and you can feel your heart rate speed up as he makes eye contact with you instead of the camera. “Feeling like I’ll be getting lucky tonight. Chances of scoring are looking very good.” He flashes a toothy smile and you convince yourself the tremble in your knees was just because of the cold in the arena.

“Okay…what’s your favorite pre-game ritual?” He bites his lip, looking the epitome of fuck boy, before dissolving into a fit of giggles. “Uh…um..I guess, making sure to retape my stick before every game?” He sounds unsure but you don’t have time to press the issue, aware that the other players were lining up to have a final talk with their coach before heading out. You put the phone away and nod congenitally at him for his cooperation.

“Tae!” His teammates call for him, all dressed besides their helmets, to join them in the huddle. He hauls himself up, making no effort to avoiding bumping into you as he passes. His hand catches you around the waist and he leans down subtly. “I lied, by the way. My favorite pre game ritual isn’t retaping my stick... it’s a lot more fun than that.” His proximity makes you shiver, and the pointed way he looks at your lips all but sets you alight. “Well, you’re a smart girl. See you later, yeah?” He walks away briskly, leaving you breathless in his wake.

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Pre season games had established the team at the top of the division already, but watching them in action, standing on the side by the boards and photography team, you feel electrified. As the end of the third period closes in, the arena is ablaze with the happy hum of fans observing a 5-2 win.

You take a moment to check the team’s socials, seeing that the things you added to instagram did pretty god numbers, and that one of your media team members had cross uploaded the interview you did with Taehyung to TikTok. The amount of views and comments was stunning, and you couldn’t help but feel quite accomplished at such a quickly made video doing so well. The comments take a second to load, but the top one makes your cheeks flame.

hockeygirl10: hes totally into whoever is interviewing him lol

Your mind reels as you see the rest of the comments are similar, and for a second you consider asking someone to delete the comments or take the video down altogether, but the amount of shares and views on the video makes your stomach tingle excitedly. Instead you decide to praise your media team for cross posting, knowing that making a viral clip the first night of the season will only make the whole season’s media better.

The chat opens just as the pane of glass in front of you rattles viciously; making you jump as the photographer next to you snaps a series of pictures. You look up and immediately make eye contact with a smirking Taehyung, who had just ran an opposing player into the board right in front of you. Sweat drips down his cheeks and plasters his hair to his forehead but that somehow serves to make him look hotter, and if that wasn't enough, he smirks. You suddenly feel too hot in your sweatshirt despite the arena’s chilled temperature. The man Taehyung had boarded skates away, but he lingers for a few seconds.

“Put that away!” He yells, and is gone just as you process what he said to you. Embarrassment floods your system as you realize he must have seen you glued to your phone instead of watching the game. You watch him skate away, and within seconds he’d regained the puck and was advancing on the net. The puck goes in smoothly; sliding right past the goalie before he even notices it. A buzzer sounds and the red light flashes, signaling the goal to the rowdy crowd.

Taehyung is immediately surrounded by his teammates as they celebrate, and he takes his lap around the rink as the announcer details his goal to the audience. He stops in front of you again, pounding on the glass and giving you a charmingly boxy smile that makes your stomach flip. He’s gone in a flash, having to go back to the bench now that he’d done so much work. Your heart beats much faster than it should for the situation, but you can’t help but wonder if that goal had been for you.

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The energy on the ice translates directly to the locker room after the game ends. The boys are yelling, clapping each other on the back and laughing as they lounge in more comfortable clothing. While alcohol is technically forbidden in the locker room, the coach and staff have all turned a blind eye on the account of such an amazing game, so a small table is crowded with cases of alcohol. You decide to join the spirit of the night and grab a White Claw with your co workers, celebrating both the game and the success of the media accounts.

“Hey, Y/N, did you see how well that interview is doing on TikTok?” One of your new intern asks as you’re in between sips. The comments flash through your mind as you nod.

“Yeah, I saw. Cross posting it really helped I think.” You meekly suggest. “Fuck no, girl. It was the way he was looking at you. You have to be honest...” she leans in close, as if she were giving away an industry secret to you. “Are you fucking him?” Your heart leaps into your throat as you emphatically shake your head.

“No! No, I’m professional and technically I work for him so that would be so weird...he’s just like, he’s handsome and charming and everything but he...It just feels so not allowed...so I’m ignoring it!” Her eyes widen at your outburst, and the way you ramble through your sentences makes you feel like she’s judging your stability, so you try to drive your point home. “I honestly think that Taehyung is the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I wish I was fucking him, but I’m sure he doesn’t even like me like that so I’m gonna…pretend my feelings don’t exist.” You raise your can to her in a half hearted toast before downing the rest of it in one go.

It’s not nearly enough to even make you tipsy, but it felt so good that you immediately want another. Your intern’s face morphs into horror, and for a second you think that she’s just mortified to be working for you, but then you back up right into a hard body.

“Hey, Y/N.” Taehyung’s voice makes you recoil, but he gives you no time to recover before he spins on you and grabs your wrist in a gentle but firm grip. The simple touch alone ruins any arguments you may have had, and you allow him to weave you through a crowd and into the hallway.

“Let’s go for a walk?” His voice is surprisingly light given the brisk pace he walks at but you follow, eager to see where this would head. He takes large, sure steps until you reach the empty concourse. The food stalls and beer stands are empty; lights halfway powered down since all of the patrons had long left. Taehyung leans casually against a walkway railing, admiring the view of the city from the tall windows at the front of the building.

“Taehyung- I’m sorry if you heard any of that. It was super unprofessional of me, and-”

“Stop it, Y/N.” He cocks his head and examines you leaning on the bars next to him. “You know I’ve always thought you were the prettiest social media manager we’ve ever had? I remember the day we met you in the big conference room in the back.”

You remember the day too. It was only a few months ago but feels like ages at this point. Having passed the technical parts of the interview and successfully pitching your ideas for social media posts, the final part of the interview was simply for you to meet the players and make sure you all got along. After all, if they weren’t happy with how you presented them or their team, it would mean you being let go. Of course all of them were kind-they all knew what you were there for- but you remember that Taehyung was one of the only players who gave you a sincere handshake. As strictly business as it felt, getting a firm handshake as a woman in a sports organization dominated by men felt vindicating.

“I remember too, Taehyung. And it was really nice of you to be so welcoming to me. And that’s part of why I feel so bad that I...” you wave your hands between your bodies wildly, “feel. I’m glad to move on like this didn’t happen, and I can assign someone else to do your stuff.”

Taehyung just stares, his pretty chocolate eyes turned up in amusement. “Y/N, I just called you pretty, and you're still worried you crossed a line? I think you’re fucking gorgeous. And smart, and talented. The only line you crossed is the one into my heart.”

You can't help the laugh that bursts forward at his cheesy line, and to your delight he joins in, shaking his messy mop of curls in the process. “So...about you finding me handsome and charming...” his hands curl around your hips, bringing you into his personal space. He smells like pine and beer, and your pussy throbs at the way his thumbs stroke your back. You place your hands on his chest, delighting in the hard plane of muscle there.

“Hm, I do think those things. What are you gonna do about them?” All your past feelings of regret and doubt begin to evaporate as his face inches closer to yours, lips a millisecond from your own. You give him a subtle nod and his lips are on yours, wasting no time to shove his tongue into your mouth. Startled, you moan into him and wrap your hands around his neck. He maneuvers to press you against the hand railing easily without giving up the kiss, and a huff of a moan leaves his mouth as your bodies meld. The hot press of his body against your own leaves you panting, feeling so secured under his touch.

“Taehyung, please,” you plead, leaning your forehead against his chest to take a deep shuttering breath. “Wanna feel you.” You whimper, afraid to be heard even though everyone left in the arena is very far away. Taehyung hums, petting the hair at the back of your head.

“Can’t fuck you out here, baby. C’mon.”

You follow him blindly again, driven by nothing but the roiling lust you’re feeling for him. He leads you into the closest bathroom, and despite the fact you know you likely won’t get caught, anxiety spikes through you.

“Don’t look so scared, baby. Nobody's gonna find us, I promise.” His voice had somehow deepened since the last time he spoke, and it makes your insides melt. Taehyung recaptures your waist, guiding you back towards the ledge of the row of sinks. His fingers cup your chin, rubbing delicately underneath your bottom lip. Your heart stutters as you study the little moles on his face, the soft curls that flop over his eyebrows.

“You’re so handsome.” The words spring forward before you can stop them, and Taehyung tips his head back to laugh. Eyes sparkling, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so pretty. And cute,” he pinches your side playfully to make you squirm, pitching you forward into his body until you can feel how hard he is under his sweatpants. His eyes roll at the contact as you slide your hands under his shirt, thankful that he only had the one layer on. He makes short work of getting his shirt off and promptly buries his head in your neck. He nips at he flesh and you know its going to bruise, but that only makes you hotter between your legs.

“Gonna make you mine, baby. Fuck that little pussy so good that you’ll never forget me, huh?” You keen under him, moaning out an affirmation as you let your hand travel over the smooth skin of his stomach. He shudders against you as your hand curls around the width of his cock through his sweatpants, teasing the head of his cock with your fingertip. It twitches under your touch and your mouth waters.

“Lemme taste you, Taehyung.” You give him no time to protest as you sink to the tiled floor in front of him. Your panties stick to you uncomfortably as you move, but you ignore the feeling in favor of working his pants down his thick thighs. They come to you in all their tanned, muscled glory; and his impressive cock stands at attention. The head is flushed a pretty pink, the prominent vein along the bottom prompting you to stick your tongue out and taste him.

Taehyung groans, hands falling to the crown of your head. “You gonna suck me off, or should I fuck your little throat?” His eyes are dark as they peer down at you, almost mirroring the intense look he gets on the ice. You press your thighs together at his words, but waste no more time to take him into your mouth. The stretch pushes your limits but you breathe through it, blinding through your tears as you sink him into your throat. Taehyung lets a constant stream of moans and curses free, fighting against his instinct to buck his hips into your mouth.

Spit escapes from your mouth as you bob your head, soaking his cock and your chin in a thick sheen. You can feel your makeup running as tears brim your eyes, and the ache in your jaw is coming through more prominently; but the way that Taehyung’s cock twitches inside of your mouth is enough reason to keep going.

“Fuck, if your throat is this fucking tight and hot, can’t imagine your pussy.” He’s practically purring as you grip at his thighs and swallow, determined to make him spill down your throat. His thighs shutter and he reels as if electrocuted, pulling out of your mouth. A long string of saliva connects your lips to the tip of his cock and you gasp. Taehyung bends to your height and loops his hands under your armpits. Before you know it, he has you bent over the sinks, staring at your wrecked reflection in the mirror. Your mascara is smeared, skin red from exertion.

“Gotta get this stuff off of you, okay?” He helps you out of your top layers clumsily, throwing the garments aside in favor of groping your tits. Taehyung practically growls as he reaches around to unbutton your jeans and work them down your hips. You bow your head in embarrassment of your own reflection when he exposes your soaked through panties. He runs his fingers over your pussy, tutting as he feels the way you shiver.

“So pretty in these ruined panties, baby.” He plans a kiss on your ass cheek before looping his fingers under the fabric and pulling it down to the ground with your jeans. He moans, immediately cupping your pussy with his calloused hand. Your head shoots up at the feeling, giving you a great view of the way he bites his lip in concentration as he teases a finger around your entrance. He meets your gaze through the mirror and smirks just the same way he had on the ice earlier. Your pussy flutters at the thought and he feels it, laughing evilly at the feeling.

“Want your fingers.” You keen as he teases a single one at your entrance. “T-two of them, please” The request punches out of you but he easily obliges, slipping both fingers in for a slow but satisfying stretch. Your whole core clenches as you feel his digits fill you, but the stretch blossoms into pleasure as soon as he begins to move them, opening up your pussy for him. Your hands scrabble across the countertop in search of support and Taehyung huffs a laugh before offering you his free hand to clutch. You know he’s likely going to have bold red scratches all down his hand and arm tomorrow, but that’s truly an issue for later. Your center throbs, a warning of an oncoming orgasm, and you eyes instinctively clench shut.

Taehyung’s hand stills inside of you and you wail, scrabbling to turn around and figure out why he had stopped. The weight of his fingers inside you is enough to keep you on edge, but you’re desperate for him to finish the job.

“Why did you stop?” You whine, circling your hips back into his unmoving hand. A feeling of desperation begins to crawl up your throat as you hiccup a breath. “Please, I’ve been good.”

Taehyung tuts at your words and untangles his hand from your own before threading it through your mussed hair. “Look up,” he moves your head for you, “And keep those pretty eyes open so you can see just how sexy you look right now.” His fingers come to life inside you again the second that you lock your eyes on him through the mirror, and you struggle to keep them open. Your stomach churns with your incoming release, and you wiggle against his hold until the dam bursts. Your orgasm is sharp, causing a loud moan that doesn’t even sound like yourself to spring from your lips. Taehyung growls at the feeling, making sure his movements don’t slow as your body gets wracked with pleasure. When you’re finally back to consciousness, the first thing you feel is the weight of Taehyung’s cock twitching against your ass.

Despite just coming, you’re voracious for him and rock your hips back just to hear him moan. You mourn the sudden loss of his fingers, but lose all of the air in your lungs as soon as you catch his gaze in the mirror. His tanned chest heaves with exertion, sweaty just as you had seen him during the game, as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them, moaning to himself as he tastes you on his tongue.

Then, he bends and promptly spits on you, watching the glob travel between your ass cheeks until it finally reaches your pussy. “What a pretty little thing,” he praises as he spreads the spit around your sensitive lips. Your words have abandoned you, so you simply hum as you keep your eyes on the mirror, enjoying the view of his body in all its glory.

He catches you staring and indulges you, stepping to the side so you can get a clear view as he strokes his cock in earnest. Your chest heaves with anticipation, nipples peaked and sensitive against the cold countertop.

“Think I should put it in, sweetheart? Need my big cock inside you?” He sounds like he couldn’t care less what you choose, but the bright red color of his tip says otherwise. Nevertheless, you decide to indulge his question.

“Yes, Taehyung! Please put it in me, I’ve been waiting all night for you…” you watch his gaze darken in real time, and you guess he must have been able to sense the truth in your words. You really had been thinking of this all night.

“Fuck, Y/N. Me too, I never thought I’d get you like this.” He cages you in from behind again, this time wasting no time to tease his cock against your entrance. His hips stutter forward and his face morphs into something close to pain- your heart shoots out of your chest at the pained groan he lets out.

“I don’ have a condom, I’m so sorry.” He sounds so defeated that your heart cracks a little and you stand up, turning to face him. He looks every ounce of innocent he could with his bottom lip pouted out as you cup his face in your hands. You can’t resist placing a little kiss on his nose.

“I’m on the pill.” You whisper the magic words just loud enough that he can hear, and his face brightens like a kid on Christmas.

“Seriously? You’re the best, fuck,” he smashes his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, uncaring that your teeth are clacking together. “I promise I’ll still pull out, just in case, baby.” You nod dumbly, just happy to be under the influence of his affection.

“Alright, let me see that pussy,” he slaps at your ass playfully and you can help but shake your head at the way his attitude shifts so rapidly. His newfound confidence shows as he places a hand against your lower back before pushing inside of you. You keen as he stretches your walls, the pulsing feeling of your muscles moving around him becoming addicting already.

He shares the sentiment with a deep moan, head lulling backwards as he gives you an experimental thrust that sends your upper body rocking against the countertop. The more confident he becomes, the more his hands roam your body. One hand settles comfortably on your clit; tracing delicate circles on the edge of it while he works into your pussy. His other hand rests on your shoulder, the grip firm enough to keep you in place as you writhe in pleasure.

“T-taehyung,” you gasp his name more times than you can keep track of, biting into your lip so hard you taste blood. Every time you make eye contact through the mirror he goes harder, as if he had something to prove.

“Look at you, baby. All fucking mine, huh? You like being my girl?” The thought makes your head spin so you nod and are instantly rewarded with harder circles on your clit. Your back arches at the pleasure and Taehyung grunts, adding a second finger to strum over you.

“Gonna cum,” you warn, voice thin and raspy as your vision blurs. Clearly encouraged, he angles his hips just right and mutters a filthy string of praise, sending you over the edge. You come in a prolonged wave that you feel all the way from your toes to your scalp, a shockwave of pleasure that numbs you to the world in the best was possible. Taehyung’s deep groans cut through it all, and you’re actually kind of impressed with his self control as he pulls out of you and you feel his hot cum all over your back seconds later.

You’re already feeling grounded by the time his breathing settles, but the fear of dripping cum onto the floor keeps you bent over the sinks. Luckily he catches on fast and wipes you up with a paper towel.

“Romantic,” you giggle as he throws the paper towel away and immediately goes to wash his hands. He grins that smile that makes his nose wrinkle and captures you in a hug. It feels weird to already be this intimate with him, but the way he radiates comfort makes you sag under his touch.

“Sleepy now,” you mumble, letting his gentle hands caress your back. He nods and pets your sweaty hair back down.

“Let’s get you dressed and off to home, okay?” You press another kiss to his nose before you part.

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idyllic-affections · 5 months

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OMG THE LORE OF THE IMMORTAL HARBINGERS

Especially for La Signora, because she used to go to the Akademiya about 500 years ago, and if Dottore was already in the Fatui 400 years ago (during the Tatarasuna incident), and therefore had been expelled a while ago, they could have been attending as students at the same time. Meaning that La Signora might have seen Dottore in his scrawny Akademiya scholar phase. (okay I know he probably wasn't that scrawny considering he strangled Sohreh to death but yk).

Plusssss if the theories about Colombina being a Seelie or one of the moon sisters are true, then she's probably been a live for a gazillion years and may have also seen Dottore when he was young.

So like they could both just bully him for it AND THEN ANYONE ELSE IN THE ROOM WOULD JUST BE STARING AT THEM LIKE D: BC THEY THINK DOTTORE'S GOING TO OBLITERATE THEM, BUT INSTEAD HE JUST GETS GRUMPY BC KILLING HIS COWORKERS IS NOT SMART AND WON'T GET HIM ANYTHING OTHER THAN MORE WORK TO DO.

I mean, Colombina did kind of already do it in A Winter's Night Lazzo when she commented on how young he looked and Dottore was like >:(

I love Dottore (me when mental illness 😍), but I also want to see him get bullied by other immortal Harbingers bc everyone in Teyvat is terrified of this man and yet these people are here like "L imagine getting kicked out of the Akademiya"

I'm sorry if this is extremely disorganized; my thoughts are always chaotic 😭 (ADHD core 😍😍😍)

Anyway, bye bye and I hope you have a good day!!!

YOU GET ME. YOU GET IT. IDK WHY I HAVEN'T FOLLOWED YOU BACK YET, YOURE ALWAYS IN MY NOTIFICATIONS WITH THE MOST REAL TAKES EVER 🙏🙏🙏🙏

signora when dottore: lol i got my degree and you didn't. loser.

YOU HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS. EVERYONE NEEDS TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS. PLEASE. THEY'RE ALWAYS IN MY BRAIN. I DON'T EVEN LIKE DOTTORE (i am one wrong step away from becoming a dottore liker though LMFAO i walk a dangerous line as a pantalone liker......)

dottore: no lover? signora: no phd? 🥺

but seriously--YOU GET WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY!!! dottore was already part of the fatui ~400 years ago, and presumably already at his current harbinger status (or perhaps lower ranked, but i believe, based on his attitude, he was already a harbinger at that point).

whether it's been canonically confirmed or not, it's very very very likely that dottore is zandik. i wasn't into genshin when hyv was hinting at signora being rosalyne, but... looking back on it, the foreshadowing seems sort of obvious from a writing perspective. so, it is reasonable to assume they were at the akademiya around the same time. maybe they had no interest in one another (and probably were students of different darshans), but that doesn't really matter because they were probably there at the same time. rosalyne probably knew about him but didn't know him. he seemed infamous and shit.

THEREFORE it is COMPLETELY reasonable to assume signora would always be teasing him and shit. and we already know columbina DOES. i mean, girlie looked at him and said "you're looking young today, doctor 🤭" SO?????? THOSE TWO WOULD TOTALLY FUCK W/ HIM TOGETHER

and everyone else (save for pierro) is like ????? because what the fuck kind of messed up relationship is this.......

i bully dottore regularly and i think it's just so funmy to consider this potential dynamic.

...but, hear me out. do you think he had a hard time getting used to the silence after signora died? there's hardly anyone else on teyvat that had the guts to look him in the face and call him a loser and now the one who COULD do it died. she was harrassing him for like 500 years and now she's gone. crazy.

SO REAL FOR THAT BTW we do not control the adhd, the adhd controls us 🤝

i hope you have a lovely day as well dear!!!!! thank you for entertaining my thoughts mwah mwah /p <33

#aphelion replies: moots 🌸#fatui harbingers #fatui #il dottore #la signora

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dejwrites · 2 years

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♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — the story of las vegas's biggest bootlegger & his favorite burlesque dancer.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — she/her pronouns, i guess sugar daddy nanami but like reader and him around the same age sooooo, reader is black, nanami lowkey a simp in this tbh, set in the 20's, racism mentioned, slight voyeurism, creampie, usage of alcohol, usage of drugs (cigarettes), slight history inaccuracy, slight timeskip where reader + nanami are in their 30's, but in flashback they're in their 20's, yes i know i'd rather go blind didn't get released until the 60's but i kept listening to it during one scene i wrote in this lol, flashback is in italics, the story told in third pov, wc: 5.3k minors dni pls !!

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — @earlesskitten '555 collab event', congrats once again on your milestone.

THIRTY-FOUR-YEAR-OLD [Y/N] [L/N] HAD SIPPED AT HER TEA STARING at the two young journalists Nobara Kugisaki and Yuji Itadori. Their curious eyes watched as she sipped at the hot liquid with ease before clearing her throat and leaning back into the seat of the cafe located in Malaysia.

"So where should we start? You two are doing research on bootleggers and came to me? I'm no bootlegger, nor was I ever one." The woman answered as she looked at them.

Nobara's eyebrows raised in curiosity as she twirled her fountain pen around her fingers with ease. The redhead was known to challenge every person she interviewed and she wasn't leaving here until she got the information she needed. Although, her coworker Yuji liked to take the stern way of interviewing and capturing the story. Nobara just loved the high of making people sweat and squirm in their seats when she interviewed them.

"Oh come on, it's no secret on who you are Ms. [L/N]." Nobara says. "You're literally the only person we could track down that's not in jail, dead, or disappeared that knows the infamous Nanami Kento." Nobara said as she looked at the older woman. "So, how about you start when the two of you met?"

"Jeez, you don't have to be so hard on her," Yuji sighed as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

"It's okay. You guys came a long way to get information about him for this research and I'm going to give it to you." [Y/N] answered.

The Roaring 20's was a time period filled with nothing but adrenaline, especially in Las Vegas. The women's dresses were getting shorter, teasing men with the sway of their hips with each step. The party scenes were even chaotic if you knew the right person. The illegal selling of alcohol right under police officers' noses by many bootleggers in Sin City. Twenty-four-year-old [Y/N] was just looking for an escape, she city hop every year due to her not knowing what was purpose in life. She couldn't bear to marry some man her mother set her up with at their church simply because she wanted to live her life a little more before settling down.

Of course, her parents didn't agree with that. They hated it. Cursing her that if she leaves, she's never to speak to them again. She would send postcards from every city she visited but never heard back from them. Settling down in Las Vegas, the woman was in need of a job. She tried waitresses, many restaurants were hesitant on hiring her due to the color of her skin. Others gave her the option to just work in the kitchen to avoid the weird stares. It was that one night when she met the charming duo of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, owners of one of the biggest burlesque clubs in the city. [Y/N] entered the club with her head held up with so much confidence, asking if they were hiring.

She still remembered the sly grin Gojo had on his face when his crystal blue eyes landed on her. Geto who was sipping at the brown liquid in his glass was sitting at one of the tables, his toned thighs spread apart as he eyed her like a predator looking at its prey. The guys shared a look before Gojo's long digits are twirling around motioning for the young woman to twirl. She did what she was told, twirling slowly showing off her figure that her momma surely gave her.

They both looked impressed.

"Can you sing?" Gojo questioned.

"I mean, I used to sing for my church's choir." [Y/N] replied.

Geto chuckled. "A church girl coming to our club wanting a job, interesting." He says. "Can you dance?"

"I mean, I guess. I'm a fast learner." She answered truthfully.

The two men shared a glance once again. "Great. You're hired, our lead burlesque girl got knocked up and ran away with her fuckin' boyfriend," Gojo's arms instantly go around [Y/N]'s shoulders as he led her away from Geto.

"How much are you guys paying?" [Y/N] questioned.

"Oui, a girl that's after her money. I like you already." Gojo answered. "We pay our angels perfect pay. Free food, drinks, get to keep any tips they make to themselves." Gojo explained as he led [Y/N] backstage. "We're the most popular speakeasy in Las Vegas."

"But, what about the cops? I'm sure they're always snooping around wondering if you guys are selling alcohol." [Y/N] responded.

"There are some cops that don't know when to mind their damn business, but there are others who love our angels a lil too much that it gave us plenty of evidence to blackmail them." Gojo bluntly admitted.

"Wait, we came here to hear about Kento, not how you met two of the greatest duos as club owners," Nobara interjected.

"Maybe, she was getting to that part before you interrupted her," Yuji added as he gave her a sarcastic look.

"I mean, did you two not hear me. I worked in a speakeasy burlesque type of established. You really think those two were handing out coffee, teas, and orange juice to men and women that were there to see pretty women dance and stuff?" [Y/N] questioned.

"I met Nanami Kento there. It was a bit cliche, but after that, he just kept appearing in my life." [Y/N] answered truthfully.

Twenty-four-year-old Nanami Kento's bottom of his shoes stopped out the cigarette he was previously smoking as he watched some of his men transport crates of liquor in Geto and Gojo's club. He walked into the back of the club, navigating his way to where the main stage was at. He knew the club from the back of his hand. After all, he's been doing business with the two since the lousy prohibition law was set up in the first place. When he saw the duo looking over paperwork as some of their dancers were practicing, Nanami's eyes landed on one particular woman. She stood out from them all when he saw her. His eyes lit up similar to how they lit up when business owners handed him the suitcase filled with cash after doing business.

"Kento, we may be ordered another batch from you sooner than you think," Geto said as he was flipping through the folder.

"What? You guys just increased how much I sell to you two months ago. Business is doing that good for you two? Even with the increase of cops snooping around?" Nanami asked as he looked at him.

"It's because of our new employee [Y/N]." Geto motioned to the woman Nanami was previously staring at before he approached the duo.

"When she told us she could sing, we didn't think she can sing sing." Gojo answered. "We never particularly had a black lead burlesque dancer before due to the racist cunts in the city, but they love her," Gojo added. "You should stay for the show tonight and hear her sing."

"Yeah, give you and your men a break for once and let our angels take care of you guys," Geto's arm clasped around Nanami's shoulder. "Think she sings this song and by the time the song is over she's holding this huge feather covering her bare body. She gives her underwear to some random drunken customer and the crowds lose it."

"Ah, last week, she gave it to some actor and he gave her a huge tip," Gojo answered.

Nanami listened to them gloat about their newer employee. Even mentioning that they had to ban some men due to their inappropriate behavior towards her. Geto even mentioned punching someone for her.

"Fine, I'll let my men know that we're staying here for an hour or two. I want the table front and center near the stage." Nanami told them as he went to go tell his men.

And Nanami Kento was front and center during the show. His eyes couldn't leave [Y/N] as she danced across the stage. Each step she took in her sparkly attire that only left just a tad bit of imagination what was underneath was filled with sex appeal. Her voice was like a beautiful hummingbird on a Saturday morning in Paris. Nanami now understood why the people showed up every night to watch her. She was breathtaking and her singing was angelic.

He could tell that she knew he was eyeing her each step she took and each sinful word escape her mouth. As she was singing the last words of the song, she gracefully waltz around the room holding up what seems to be the only thing that left mean wondering what was underneath.

By the time the end of the song, Nanami was grasping at the red lace fabric as he watched the cameras drop. His cheeks were stained with a crimson color as they radiated with so much heat. In the back of the club, Geto and Gojo were laughing up a storm watching their friend get flustered considering it was them who told [Y/N] to give her underwear to him.

When the club finally closed and Nanami was standing outside the entrance waiting for his driver to bring the car around, a cigarette in between in his lips as his eyes stared up at the moon that shined down his tall stature. He could feel the presence of someone standing next to him and when he saw [Y/N], he quickly looked ahead letting out a nervous cough.

"Did you enjoy the show?" She would ask as she looked over at him.

Nanami's blowing the intoxicating smoke in the air before looking at her and nodding. "Yes, you're an amazing entertainer." He complimented.

"Thank you," [Y/N] responded as she glanced around. The young woman was waiting for her co-worker to leave since a group of them usually left around the same time (if they haven't been snagged up by a charming person tonight).

When Nanami saw his driver pull up in front of the club. He placed the cigarette he was smoking out, tossing it carelessly before his hands are digging into his slacks pockets. He's tugging out her underwear to give back to her but she only chuckles pushing his hand away. "Keep em', as a souvenir from your favorite angel." Her lips curled into a smirk once she saw his face flush of its color.

"You used to give strangers your underwear?" Nobara questioned.

"I mean yeah, you'll be shocked to know what kinks men like. This one man who used to come to my shows would give me so much money just to get my underwear," [Y/N] joked. "I would always say he probably sniffs them when he left the club."

Yuji adjusted himself in his seat uncomfortably. His cheeks turned a red color from the sexual topic he was hearing. "Okay, but did you see him again?" He asked.

"Of course, I did. A lot of times actually. He showed up to countless of my shows when he was doing alcohol drops." [Y/N] answered.

"You must have been his favorite," Nobara pointed out as she looked at [Y/N].

[Y/N] carelessly shrugged her shoulders, "I mean obviously. He always stayed later than usual to talk to me, make sure I got home safely, and the list goes on." She explained. "And I can't forget the flowers that would always be near my vanity backstage when I came to work."

Nobara watched as a smile curled into the woman's face. She adjusted herself in her seat before speaking once again, "So, you would say he fell in love with you?" Nobara asked.

"Of course, he was the first to say that phrase in the first place." [Y/N] admitted as she sipped at her coffee.

Nobara's eyebrow raised in curiosity. The young journalist was eager to know more about that. How could one man say he was ever so in love and leave his love behind when he disappear?

[Y/N] remembered driving by this particular restaurant and dreaming of eating there. When she stepped into the restaurant looking beautiful as ever and wanting to treat herself, she should have known she was going to meet with hardships. Her head held high as she requested a table. She was met with 'we're booked for the evening' even though she was staring at a clear table right in the back. Her parents raised her to never pester to want to be in spaces that don't want her. She brushed the feeling off until she had a usual date night with Nanami.

Her eyes glistened with curiosity when she was standing in front of the restaurant. While she awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to another, she glanced at Nanami, "Can we go someplace else? I don't really think I'm wanted here," She huffed.

She could feel the tip of Nanami's finger brush against her lower back as he brought her closer. The two of them have been seeing each other for quite some while, settling in for dates inside his fancy office or at her job, but never out like this. Which [Y/N] appreciated due to the fact that she was able to see Nanami period. With your schedule becoming quite hectic due to the popularity of the club and then on top of Nananmi doing a lot of traveling for alcohol shipments. He wanted tonight to be special.

"Your co-worker mentioned you wanting to go here and was turned away," Nanami said as he glanced over at [Y/N] just to meet with her questionable gaze. "So, I brought the place."

"What? You're lyin'. Please tell me you're lyin'. I told you about this Kento," [Y/N] felt her cheeks grow hot as her hands went up to feel at her cheeks. "Just because I make a comment about wanting something, you shouldn't just go and buy it. It'll make the cops even more suspicious of you."

Nanami grabbed a hold of the woman in front by the waist, tugging her closer to him. "It's no big deal. It'll actually cover my tracks because it's actually in your name. You're the owner."

[Y/N] eyes enlarged at his comment. "I don't know a damn thing about running a restaurant," She said.

"I know, that's why I already hired a whole different staff to handle it for you or help you. Just in case you want to walk away from the burlesque business." Nanami leans down to place a peck on the woman's gasped lips. "Now let's go, we have a very special table." He says as he grabbed a hold of her hand to pull her into the restaurant.

When the couple entered the restaurant, [Y/N] was astonished at how differently it look. It looked much brighter, like something you would see outside a fairytale book. Her eyes glanced at the glass chandelier that hung from the ceiling right in the middle of the restaurant and soon to the live band that was playing music. The restaurant was filled and everyone was having a good time. She was completely speechless as she clutched Nanami's arm. He did all of this for her and she could feel herself get emotional while he was tugging her towards the stairs of the second level of the restaurant. She remembered that before this portion of the restaurant was exclusive for important people like politicians and congressmen. However, when she looked around it was completely empty. With only one table in the center of the floor that was set up so romantically.

Nanami scrambled to tug [Y/N]'s seat out before she sat down and he quickly occupied the seat right across from the burlesque performer. The soothing sound of the band still could be heard clearly on the second floor of the glamorous restaurant. The staff was urgent, which [Y/N] assumed the sudden urgency was because Nanami wanted alone time with her. [Y/N] knew that at any given moment one of his men could usher in with a quickness stating that it's been a problem that needs to be handled.

The small talk about each other day was subtle, but [Y/N] could tell Nanami was paying attention to her. It was something he was good at. He paid attention to small details as if it was the most important thing ever. "You still didn't have to go out and do this. I'm being dead serious. The gesture was more than nice—"

Her words were interrupted by Nanami. His hand extended across the table to touch hers before he's speaking, "I told you it's okay. It's just an investment for our future, mainly yours though."

A low chuckle came out [Y/N]'s mouth before she's speaking, "You're really serious about this?" Her free hand that wasn't currently being fondled by Nanami motioned between the two of them.

"Please be realistic, this could get us both killed." [Y/N] answered as she looked at him.

Perhaps she was overthinking. Her heartbeat increased when those words left her mouth. Especially given that she hasn't mentioned this before. Maybe she was deflecting. Afraid that this fairytale wouldn't end the way she wanted to, so she had to end it herself. Even though those words left her mouth, Nanami's gaze didn't change. He still looked at her with that lovesick look before tugging her out of her seat to sit on his lap.

The young woman was forced to endure getting a whiff of the scent that she adored so much. Her skin felt like it became hotter as she waited for him to respond. "Please say something." [Y/N] said as her hand went to fix his tie.

"You're pushing me away," Nanami said firmly. She could the flat of his thumb on her thigh. "Why?"

"I'm just being realistic Kento," [Y/N] responded. "I don't want you to get hurt. This country is cruel."

"Everywhere is cruel darling, some just better at covering it," Nanami answered truthfully. "Stop trying to push me away, [Y/N]. I take the risk with what I do for a living and you think I'm worried about what bigot people in this country think?"

[Y/N] was silent as she realized he made a good point. "I'm just overthinking. I'm sorry, I'm just worried. With how the government is cracking down on these laws, just feel like you stick out the most as a criminal due to who you're dating." [Y/N] explained. "You kinda stick out."

Nanami chuckled at her statement. "And I'm okay with that. A lot of these cops aren't very smart and can be bribed. But tonight, we're not going to be worried about that right?"

Now it was [Y/N] turn to chuckle at her boyfriend's statement. "You're one interesting man Kento." She stated as she looked at him.

Nanami smiled as he leaned in to kiss her. The woman didn't do anything as she melted in his touch to feel her some more. Her hand grasped at the back of his neck to deepen the passionate kiss as he adjusted her in his lap. Now both of her legs were by his side in the chair he sat in. "Someone is going to see us." [Y/N] mumbled through the brief moment they split apart.

"Let them." He only said before his lips were back on hers, tasting her delicately as if it was the last time his lips were going to be upon hers.

He stands up with eagerness to place [Y/N] on the table, the sound of expensive chinaware crashing to the floor was ignored as the couple continued to make up. Indulging in the idea that it was just them in the restaurant instead of just the second level private floor. The taste of harsh liquor lingered off Nanami's tongue while [Y/N] was gracefully begging for more.

The two of them were so caught up in each other that before you knew it Nanami's pants were hanging loosely around his waist with [Y/N]'s panties dangling from her ankle. Her cunt throbbed with anticipation at the thought of someone catching them in the act. Even though they were pretty high up from others, any person curious to just look up could see them. The sound of the band helped with the moans that would ring in Nanami's ears with each jarring thrust.

When the bootlegger felt the way [Y/N] clutched around him, he was in love. Well, he was that way before this moment. But he wasn't sure why tonight made it so different. They've spent months together, and they've had sex countless times, but tonight just was different for Nanami.

His hand grasped at [Y/N]'s thighs not wanting to move until she was comfortable for him to do so. The flat of his thumb rubbed small circles until he heard gasp out his name like a sweet melody. Similar to when she performed in Gojo's and Geto's clubs. Like a madman losing his insanity, Nanami's continued to trash forward. For split moments the two shared breathless kisses while tugging each other closer at the moment. The table [Y/N] was placed upon as Nanami was in between her legs shook violently, but Nanami was sure to make sure his girl didn't fall. However, the silverware that was on the table was broken beyond repair.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He moaned out as propelled forward some more. The lewd wetness sound between [Y/N]'s thighs had Nanami seeing stars at this point. Completely pussy drunk past his limits as he looked at [Y/N]'s fucked out expression.

Her pretty mouth gasped open hiccuping moans of desperation and Nanami's name. Her lipstick smudged off her lips and Nanami was sure was practically all over his lips. Her eyes glistened with so much passion as she looked at him.

He was in love.

The couple was so close, grasping each other body parts as they both were pulling each other towards cloud nine. Muffled moans from sharing short kisses to not overpower the band's sound to interrupt the guests on the lower floor. The sensational pit at the bottom of [Y/N]'s abdomen finally explodes in time for Nanami to fill her up to the brim. The intense feeling of his thrusting towards her grows sloppy just like the mess in between her legs. His cock was coated with her sweet essence and his cum as he finally pulled out of her.

Nanami's blonde hair that once was combed back to perfection was disheveled on top of his head as his body seemed to slouch upon the table. His forehead falls gracefully upon [Y/N]'s shoulder. The both of them basked in the passionate moment as they were trying to catch their breath and composure. Nanami placed soft kisses on her shoulder before the next words that left his mouth shook [Y/N].

"I love you [Y/N]."

[Y/N had so many thoughts in her head as she found herself toying with the ends of Nanami's shirt as she still was sitting on the table. Her eyes met with Nanami's, "I love you too."

Nanami's cracked a grin on his face before he's leaning down to kiss [Y/N] once again until the both of you could hear some footsteps. However, despite Nanami's eagerness to continue the kiss, he ignored the incoming footsteps behind him.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! The staff stated that you guys were wrapping up!" Yu Haibara stated as his words just kept rambling on. He made his way up to the second level with urgent news for Nanami, but he felt bad interrupting such a romantic moment between the couple.

He instantly turned around away from the couple that was quickly tugging to fix their clothes. [Y/N] felt the burning wave of embarrassment wash over her body as she could feel Nanami zipping up the back of her dress. "I'm so sorry, the server said it was okay to come up." Yu apologized with his back still turned. "I can come back, but what I have to tell you is extremely urgent." He rambled on.

Nanami would glance over at [Y/N], who knew what was going to come out his mouth next. It wasn't anything new to her, but she didn't want the night to end. Especially after the obvious heated exchange the two just shared. "It's okay, this gives me time to meet my staff, huh?" You asked him.

"I promise to make it up to you," Nanami responded as he brought her knuckles up to his mouth.

[Y/N] felt the softness of his lips on her knuckles, "What more could you give?" She asked. Her head innocently tilted to the side waiting for a response.

"The world," Nanami answered bluntly before he placed a kiss upon [Y/N]'s temple, flashing a smile down at her, and disappearing with his friend.

"Awww, that's so uh—sweet," Yuji answered as he doodled in his notepad. His cheeks glowed a crimson color hearing the faint memory that [Y/N] told them about her and Nanami having sex.

Nobara rolled her eyes at her coworker's comment, "I'm guessing that this is where the story goes to shit."

[Y/N] let out a laugh, "Wouldn't say go to shit. More like the police got much stricter on prohibition laws. He was one the most known targets selling illegal goods all around America and the fact that he had an informant in his group didn't help either." [Y/N] explained.

She watched the two young journalists' mouths gap open in shock. Assuming that they didn't know this information from their previous research. "You two didn't know that?"

"No. We did as much research as possible and didn't know that he had a rat in the inside," Yuji was jolting down his notes.

"He told you this?" Nobara asked as she let the end of her pen brush against her lip as she was thinking.

"One of the last things he told me other than I would always love you," [Y/N] says.

[Y/N] remembered vividly her coworker told her Nanami wanted to speak with her in the back of the club. With quickness, the burlesque dancer was tugging on her robe to cover her attire to speak with him. She assumed he would have already taken his seat in the audience, that's when [Y/N] knew something was wrong. The show was about to start in fifteen minutes also. When she stepped outside and saw Nanami leaning against the brick wall. He didn't look like himself.

He looked stressed.

His hair that would be nicely combed back was out of place. He had a cigarette in between his lips and he was even missing his tie. Even he would get on some of his men in his crew for not having a tie on. "What's wrong?" You asked as she looked at him.

"I have to leave Vegas, [Y/N]. Like as soon as possible." Nanami admitted. He dropped the cigarette on the ground letting it burn out under his dress shoes.

"What? I'm not understanding. Where are you going? Let me go with you. I have been thinking about quitting here to—" [Y/N]'s words were interrupted by Nanami.

"No, it's too much of a risk for you to go and I don't need you getting hurt." He grabbed her hand letting the pad of his thumb rub comforting circles on her hand. "It's an informant in my crew. I think he's been there for a while and it wouldn't be safe for you to come with me." He explained.

For some reason, [Y/N] felt like she should have been the one comforting him. His whole empire was crumbling down because of a rat. [Y/N] stepped closer and just let her body fall into Nanami's, her arm wrapping around him to hug him. She could only take in his savory scent because she knew that this could be the last time it lingered up her nose.

"Hey! [Y/N]! Geto and Gojo want to start the show early since the crowd is getting a bit rowdy!" [Y/N] heard her co-worker yell out the crack backdoor of the club.

It was Nanami who was forcing her off his body. His hand soon cups Y/N's face innocently before he's placing a loving kiss on her lips. When the two of them pulled away, she felt him drop something in the palm of her hand. "Returning the keys to your place because I left something there for you."

[Y/N] stepped back as she watched him walk away before he's turning around once again. "I will always love you, remember that." He let go of her hand before eventually disappearing in the darkness of the night.

"Okay, so what was it that he left for you?" Yuji asked as he looked at [Y/N].

"Money, some stuff I left at his place. But mainly money." [Y/N] answered. "How else would I be able to be here other than my dancer savings?"

Nobara closed her notebook, she let out a sigh of frustration as she watched the older woman tug on her pastel pink colored pea coat. She had placed the ringgit bill on the table. "I just don't believe that after that night you didn't see him again. No one saw him again. It was as if he disappeared in the night." She challenged.

"Maybe he realized that the illegal selling life wasn't for him anymore, plus he was technically on the run also due to informant situation. Las Vegas district attorney wanted his head." Yuji pointed out as he had looked at the two women.

"But it just doesn't make sense to leave behind the woman you supposedly love." Nobara chewed at her lipstick-covered lips before throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. "Thank you for your time, Ms. [L/N]."

[Y/N] could only give them a smile before wishing them well for the research they were conducting. When she exited the small cafe, she would make her way to her private driver. The driver glanced in the mirror giving her a kind smile, "Should I take you home Miss?" He asked and he watched as she nods.

The woman felt so hot practically lying to the two journalists. However, she had to do what she had to do to protect herself and her newest family. The ride to her home wasn't that long, considering that she did major research on the area before deciding to move there. Her driver would ask questions about how the interview went and she could only tell him that she answered their questions the best she could. After all, they traveled so far to get information on him. When she felt the car stop in front of her home, she would step out with such elegance. Her heels clicked the pavement with each step she took towards the front door. Unlocking the door, she stepped into the house undoing her jacket and glancing around her surroundings in the nicely decorated home.

"Hun?" She calls out loudly.

The sound of footsteps could be heard and she wasn't sure if that was her broadening husband or her five-year-old son. But seeing both of them walking into her eye view caused her face to light up.

Former bootlegger that was on America's Most Wanted Nanami Kento had fled town as soon as he heard the news that it was a rat within his own operation. Accumulating enough wealth for himself to move to the paradise that he's been dreaming about since he was younger. He just was missing his one true love in this paradise.

His once blonde-colored hair that he gelled back to perfection years ago was now dyed a dark brown color. He was aging gracefully now that the weight of an alcohol business was no longer on his shoulders. He had everything he wanted. A beautiful wife and a child.

"Did they really believe the leaving you all alone with all my money story?" Nanami questioned as his muscular arms snaked around [Y/N]'s waist tugging her closer.

A smirk appeared on the woman's face, "Well, one of them was very challenging. But, I think she brought it."

"Good because I don't want anything breaking up what we have here."

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AHHHH!!! Hello hi I’m back and I absolutely adore all of your Old guard x 00q crossover ideas!!! Thank you for indulging in my brainworms lol. Nicky calling Q bambino absolutely undoes me ahhhh 🥺🥺 and Q being the baby of the group is so funny!! When I was first thinking about it I headcannoned that Q was older than booker by a couple decades but honestly I think that just makes Q being solidly the kid of the group even funnier. Q, hasn’t been the newest member of the guard for 250+ years, dead eye staring as Booker (50 years younger than him) and Nile (literal 20-something-year-old), both skip mostly past baby treatment while Andy still calls him kiddo all the time.

Broooo and Bond seeing Q killed in front of him?? Maybe as a result of his actions??? Like. The guilt!! The angst!! The pain!! *chefs kiss* lovely absolutely lovely. And him being left alone to stew with the body?!?? Just him struggling to compartmentalize enough to do his job, kind of going into shock, wondering why the hell Q dying hurts as much as it does. Just Bond having his “oh” moment only after Q dies. Realizing he loved the snarky little bugger that kept him alive and guided him and helped him hide from medical and M. And then realizing that he can’t do anything about those feelings because Q is dead and it’s his fault. Only to have Q come back to life in front of his eyes.

I have this one scene in my head right now where MI6 has to work with the CIA for some reason and Copley is there as a favor for one of his former coworkers or smthn. And the entire time the man is completely unsubtle like. The opposite of subtlety, keeps glancing over at Q with wide eyes and Q’s dying inside. He’s developing an eye twitch and every time Copley looks at him M and R look at Q like “what’s going on rn” and Q’s like “I never should’ve okayed working with this man”. The two double O agents of your choice guarding the door are simultaneously staring a hole in the side of Q’s head and texting the double O groupchat about the situation.

Also you’re so right about Nile and Q bonding over art!! Ahhh I’m just imagining she takes a day trip to come visit him in London and they go to a bunch of museums and just chat. She calls him old man as a joke and he’s so used to being babied that he secretly loves it. And ik London is MI5 jurisdiction but I think it would be so funny if Nile, Q, and Bond get caught up in some kind of plot and have to save the day. Even better if this is Bond’s first time meeting any of the old guard members in person. Just Nile meeting Bond for the first time, giving him a once over and looking at Q and calling him a cradle robber. And Q is standing there having flashbacks to Bond saying that exact same thing while James is keeled over, laughing so hard he’s crying for the first time in decades. Nile just crosses her arms and is like “I said what I said”. NILE AND MONEYPENNY BONDING HDNDNDNDNDN. The two of them bonding 100 percent gives Q a headache.

And just. Q’s stuck in the UK because of his job, but he’s still part of the guard! Andy and him face timing to give updates, Joe and Nicky constantly texting him everyday, Nile calling him to tell him about whatever stupid shit is going on at the moment. When everything with Quynh gets sorted out I bet she and him constantly call too!! And him and Booker being tech bros!! And ofc they visit him pretty often, popping in and out of the country sometimes all together sometimes one at a time. Just being family y’know?

oop welcome back!

yesss it doesn't matter how old you headcanon Q as (personally i'm thinking after booker, think robert frobisher vibes), he is still baby. he used to scoff at it but he has to admit he misses it whenever he has to go back to london. eve's teasing makes up for it a little bit.

oh after bond finally finds out and they're Talking About It, he kind of feels relieved. at least he doesn't have to worry about Q dying anymore, right? but then bond learns about quynh, and then about merrick (Q deeply regrets not being able to fish them out of that one, he did clean up after them though), and about things worse than death

and then Q tells him oh so gently that no, he could still die. one day he will stop healing and it will be his time, and it's going to be okay, james, we all have to make peace with our mortality. and maybe the reminder of Q's mortality again is what finally kicks bond into Doing Something about this thing he has for Q

after the whole merrick debacle, Q not being in on the punishment to exclude booker offers him comfort and a place to stay. booker rejects the former but accepts the latter. Q always has a hand out and simply waits for booker to reach back.

Q maintaining a separate network of safehouses for his fam because he is still 50-50 on trusting copley. nile asks him if he has a stash similar to andy's cave. the next time they're in america, Q directs them to stay at his little townhouse in boston where she finds a couple of lost rembrandts and vermeers casually hanging in the bedrooms.

the second time bond witnesses Q die is when they're all drunk off their asses and joe dares him to jump into a pool from the third floor balcony. it's a large pool. Q misses. he revives laughing.

#00Q #james bond #quartermaster #the old guard #old guard #anonymous #hello!! sorry it took so long #got swamped at work then sick then addicted to dead boy detectives #thank you for riffing with me lovely human #always makes my day

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Hi hi hi stares.. can you do a tsukasa suou x gn reader where Tsukasa has a silly crush on the reader since yk they're perfect n all, and they sometimes like to drop off sweets(candy, that Tsukasa likes)(and sometimes baked goods from the bakery they work at) then one day after the reader gives out sweets n baked goods, they went out to grab something) then Arashi asked everyone's opinions about the sweets/baked goods they bring in, so when it was Tsukasa's turn, they said " the baked goods are delicious! And the candies are sweet.. just like the person who made it. . ." He was supposed to mutter it to theirselves trailing off, but no! The entire knights group heard it and was like "God you have a crush on [Name]?!!" But tsukasa denied it, but it kept going and going till Tsukasa accepted the fact that they have a crush on the reader, one of the knight members gave tsukasa a nice concept where tsukasa leaves out anonymous letters complimenting the reader in secret, they can always drop it off to the bakery they work at, so they do, basically reader gets lovemail dumped, then they ask who keeps giving them letters?? So they asked one of the people who work there and ask who, but the workers had no idea and just said that they had red hair and purple eyes, then reader just sighed and asked them to ask for their name next time so they can thank them, so one day while tsukasa entered ready to drop of a letter, the worker did ask what was their name, but tsukasa actually said their name bc they're a bozo !! So after dropping off the letter, going to the practice room, dude noticed that "Oh my god why did I give them my name?! I don't even know what they're gonna do with it!!" Then the knights members tease him for that!! Then when the worker did a name drop that tsukasa was the one who gave it reader was blushing and stuff, so when they did came in the practice room the next day, they ask the members if they could leave the practice room(or anywhere) for awhile since they wanna talk to Tsukasa in private, they leave then reader asks "yo were you the one writing them letters." Then tsukasa was like 'God I blew my cover' but they were looking down and blushed like an idiot, then nodded, then the reader says "thank you tsukasa.. I actually feel the same way." Then they hug sorry if it's too specific!! [Extra if the other knight members barge in as if they were listening to the conversation lol]

PRETTY U !

SUMMARY. in which the rest of knights help tsukasa with his ( bigger than little ) crush on the cute cafe worker.

FEATURING. tsukasa suou

NOTES. lowercase, reader is gn, tsukasa has a mini crisis, no real warnings just sillies being silly, potential ooc

HI ANON!! i love this idea it's so silly, i had to shorten it a little bit so it wouldn't drag out for too long, but i hope you enjoy it all the same!

there's a lot of things that are regarded as “common sense” in this world.

things like the sky is blue, the grass is green, the sun makes everything warm, tsukasa suou is in for it the next time he visits your cafe.

what started off as an off-time visit became a regular occurrence. because it's always nice and quiet when he comes in, and the pastries are delicious, and not because his mood instantly rises whenever he sees you smiling behind the counter with your white hat and peach shaped pin and sparkling eyes that makes his heart skip a beat.

it was all arashi’s fault. she was the one who suggested this idea, why tsukasa went along with it, he doesn't know. it’s stupid, it’s childish, and it is so not like him in any way. but it is the better alternative to knights’ neverending taunts and teases about his crush on you.

he breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn’t see you behind the counter today, and is instead greeted by the face of one of your coworkers. in neat and pretty print, the name ‘haruka’ reads across the decorated name tag. “another letter?” she leans over with a knowing grin.

“uh—yeah,” tsukasa fumbles through the pockets of his back and hands the sealed envelope across the baked displays. “i also brought a—”

“suou!” you greet him with a smile like always, waving from behind the back walls with empty trays in your arms, “i didn’t know you were visiting today. you can go ahead and sit anywhere, i’ll be right with you.”

in truth, he wasn’t really here to buy anything, but when you beam at him so nicely—he can’t really bring it in himself to say no.

“hey, you’ve got another letter by the way!” haruka waves the letter between her two fingers, and tsukasa swears his heart has just left his body. surely this wasn’t happening now, when he was standing right there in front of you?

“huh?” you stare dumbfounded at the envelope, catching it clumsily on the trays when she tosses it in your direction. “really? i thought i told you they could stop sending them? i wouldn't want to lead anybody on like that...”

you look almost sad when you pick up the letter in your own hand—like you don't want to open it, like you feel bad for whoever the sender may be. and that thought alone makes tsukasa want to disappear off the face of the world forever.

did you not like the letters? was he actually being a bother this entire time? did you already have feelings for somebody else? did you already have a partner of your own and he was sending the most cheesy poems and paragraphs detailing his affections to someone who was not romantically available?

your coworker rolls her eyes, “come on, weren’t you the one gushing and squealing at the last one that came in? besides this time you’re actually here to—”

“actually—!” tsukasa quickly interrupts the conversation before any more can be said. “i actually have to go, like, right now. rehearsal starts in a few minutes, and i really shouldn’t be late.” he bows apologetically and swiftly makes his way towards the door, trying his best to wave as naturally as possible and ignore the subtle shake in his arms.

“i’ll come by again tomorrow, that’s a promise!”

arashi tries her best to hide her disappointment when tsukasa finally tells her the full story. keyword: tries. because as understanding as arashi is with these kinds of things, it hurts to hear that tsukasa suou had the most golden opportunity—and he did not take it.

by contrast, izumi is unimpressed with this news, holding a hand to his forehead and sighing dramatically with a shake of his head. tsukasa almost wants to chuck his water bottle and hit him square in the face. almost.

“well,” arashi begins, crossing her arms and sends a sympathetic smile towards tsukasa, “there is always next time.”

“there might not be one if he keeps acting this way.”

“shut up! i’ll be perfectly fine!”

the truth—tsukasa suou is not fine. because if there is a god, then it must be having the time of it’s life making his own as miserable as possible.

there comes a short knock at the door, which turns some of the members’ heads, because who in the world knocks on the practice doors? when you slowly crack open the large door and peak your head inside tsukasa swears his chest is about to explode.

“so sorry if i’m interrupting!” you’re quick to apologize, but then you point to tsukasa, “can i actually borrow suou for a second? it won’t be long, i promise!”

he doesn’t even have the time to say anything before he is very rudely shoved outside of the practice room. there's a short second before the door closes, and tsukasa shoots the rest of the members a glare before turning his attention back to you.

“i apologize for their behavior,” he smiles weakly, following you down the hallway. you don’t really know where you're going, but anywhere with a little bit more privacy is better than directly outside where everyone else could probably hear you. “sometimes they get—”

“haruka told me you were the one sending the letters!” you suddenly blurt out of nowhere, cheeks heating up from the sudden exclamation. “she told me after you left, because you seemed really tense when you dropped by and i was worried about you.”

tsukasa is not listening to a single word you're saying. everything is going in one ear and coming straight out of the other. there's a million thoughts running through his mind, and every single one of them is a different variation stemming from ‘god they probably think i’m a total creep.’

but, when he finally snaps out of his ruminating mind, you're standing right in front of him still—with a hand nervously scratching the side of your cheek and eyes that are too shy to meet his own. quietly, in an almost whisper-like tone, tsukasa admits to everything.

that he was the one leaving the letters, that he specifically asked to be anonymous all this time, that he was too cowardly to confess to you directly and that this was the next best option, that it was actually not even his idea at all.

he’s rambling again, and before he can even process it, he feels a pair of lips pressed against the side of his cheek, freezing him in the middle of his sentence.

“you’re really cute like this, suou,” you laugh at him softly, “don’t worry, i like that about you. i like a lot of things about you.”

“huh?” tsukasa stands there dumbfounded in disbelief. what just happened? is this real life? he's not dreaming, is he? all words fail him as he looks at the knowing grin on your face. when did you get so smug, he wonders. “you mean, you also?”

“i'll see you tomorrow, okay?” you press a finger against your lips, almost as if you’d just told him a secret. “remember, you promised!”

before tsukasa can even say anything, you’re already gone. and he is once again stood there like an idiot caught in the rain.

that’s right, he did promise—didn’t he?

#💌 tsumoren !#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #tsukasa suou #tsukasa suou x reader

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eyesontheskyline · 1 month

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omg i want to debate a hotchniss scene with you!!! from the season 7 finale

now i know that the whole jj’s wedding thing with hotch and emily talking about her tell etc etc is seen as the ultimate hotchniss flirty scene and i love it but that’s not what kills me in that episode, it’s the dance scene for me. It makes me go absolutely feral and its one of the scenes where im once again questioning who the hell directed that and why- it’s so intimate to me, the closeness, the almost cheek to cheek, him shifting his face towards her and her little smile- like who in their right mind directed that with the thought “aw yeah that’s how friends dance” like sjsnsnsnks. While a dance like that would probably be normal with the rest of the team, the fact that hotch doesnt usually have such a touchy relationship with anyone is what makes me lose my mind, its such an unusual moment for them i feel like WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY ITS DIFFERENT AND IT MEANS MUCH MORE!! Anyway so yeah, idk if im just insane so i was wondering what your take was on that, considering that your fic is based on season 7

I can't think of a single coherent thing to add to this because I agree entirely.

I'm so curious what he said to her in that moment. Like, what TG actually said, but mostly all the billions of options for what Hotch could've said to Emily.

I feel like this is the scene where you can really see what they could've been if he wasn't her boss. Like, it's a little weird with Beth there, but it almost kind of acknowledges that there is something there and they were just never going to go there with her on his team, and now she's leaving the country and it's too late. I don't think they look like they're making any effort at being two platonic coworkers sharing a friendly dance.

The two of them interest me so much in S7 (obviously lol). Like in S4-5 they're together basically all the time, and then in S6 she's with Morgan all the time, and in S7 they're switching it up again but she spends a lot of time with Rossi and Reid. In canon, on screen, they're less close than they have been before, even though they now have this additional thing in common, on top of all the things they already had in common that made them such a great pair before.

There are so many potential justifications for it, both on an in-universe and meta level, but it's just super interesting to me that they have this kind of distance between them, and then when they dance at the end, both knowing on some level it's a goodbye, it's Like That.

#mmmmm curious very curious #ask me #hotchniss

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spainkitty · 6 months

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I'm so embarrassed! I thought I had replied to your last ask and I didn't😳 I'm sorry!🙈

I hope you're feeling better. I remember recommending you cloud gaming for BG3 so I wonder if you gave that ago and if you did, if it works for you👀

I'm deep in BG3 brainrot🙈😅 I'm in my 4th pt right now lol. I have a stand-by pt of my monk tav in act 3 cause the kiss animation with Astarion with a tav with body type 1 (the smollest one lol) is broken since patch 4. And yes, I'm becoming the kind of person who romances Astarion with every single tav I make😂

I'm curious to see your tavs so please show me whenever you can👀

Here are mine in chronological order of my pts:

Iriel - seldarine drow sorcerer

(the 2nd pt I did was Astarion's origin so no tav)

Ceres - half-elf monk (on stand-by until Larian fixes the kiss animation with Astarion in act 3 lol)

Nephalem - high-elf necromancer (current pt)

And yes, they're all head over heels in love with Astarion🙈😍

I really hope you've got the chance to play BG3 further! If you have, please tell me about your tav(s) and what you think if the game so far👀

I... can't even remember what I sent you, but I gather it was about BG3 LOL I'm feeling much better. I haven't tried your cloud idea yet. I wanted to finish my Adaar run and I replayed DAO instead. Mainly because my friend said during our little Christmas break (we have 4ish days off for it and we're coworkers) he's getting it on his Xbox and I'm gonna go play it with him! Which means when the spiders come I can hide 🤣🤣 I DID make three "Tavs" before I gave up (and I'll be remaking one for the Xbox marathon).

All your Tavs (pts?? pcs??) look SO cool! I wasn't super pleased with how limited the faces were, but you did a great job making each unique. Silly Larian, fix the bug so Ceres can have a kiss! KISS KISS KISS! Oh, also, how is it playing a monk?? I had a tabaxi (cat person) monk in a campaign and she was so fun to rp, does it work out well in bg3?? I think Iriel's design in my favorite, though. I looove that half-buzz cut. Nephalem looks very suave and cool, too 😎

As for my girls, I'll show the few pics I got.

This is Karik, my Moon Circle Wildshaping half-elf Druid! And her dream guardian. I made her look like my current campaign's Tepin Pallis Cuautl Lozano, another Moon Circle Druid Wildshaper 🤭🤭🤭 I wanna romance Lae'zel, but I never met Wyll or Karlach, so... we'll see.

Then, there's Andry Cousland, my og Warden, Warrior-Archer human. I just wanted to see what she'd look like in BG3. Not bad🤔

Lastly, the one I'm going to remake for the Xbox and I'm super excited for it! I'm probably going to romance Gale, maybe... Anyway, meet:

Agnes, half-elf drow, Trickster Cleric of Tymora

(you can see where the computer started losing itself and her hair looks weird and pixel-y, but still cute 💖)

#sillylit #sillyliterature #kitty babbles #about bg3 #i cant wait to play Agnes 😭#long post #oh damn can you tell i like freckles theyre so cute😭😭😭

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insomniac-astronomer · 2 years

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader: Apologize

I strike again, second night in a row. I'm really glad everyone's on a Natasha kick right now. Pro-tip: If you go to Disneyland and meet the character and fangirl wayyyy too hard, she'll give you a hug. And I don't care that it's fake, NATASHA ROMANOFF GAVE ME A HUG DAMMIT.

Can I just get one request? Pleeeeaase? It would make my whole month ❤️ took me a whole hour to write this fic, it would mean a lot!

Description: Reader has a habit of apologizing way too much. 4 times you apologize and 1 time she apologizes to you. And I'm just trying out this format of fanfic.

Pronouns: neutral! No pronouns used!

WARNINGS: writing while being concussed and feeling like shit, totally not based on how my attractive coworker told me not to say sorry today, no but seriously none

*not my gif* I love her endgame hair, can I be a redhead so I can do it too pls

You speed down the hall, anxiously trying to remember where Tony said the kitchen was. Day 2 as an official (and very very lost) Avenger: not going so great.

You duck around corners, not even sure if you're on the right floor. Tony Stark doesn't need to put a directory for his own house because he lives here. But some people don't and you sure as hell wished you weren't going to be stuck here for training for who knows how long-

Suddenly, you slam into someone. You feel your eyes widen and your face turn into a grimace.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" You immediately sputter, taking large steps backward. "I should've watched where I was going-"

"No, it's my bad, I was looking down." The voice of Natasha Romanoff responds.

Ah, shit. Of everyone you could've ran into, it had to be the one you most admired (and the prettiest one but lol you're so out of her league that you're not going to even go there). Force of habit, you continue to say "no, it's my fault. I'm so sorry-"

"Hey." She gently cuts you off. "Doesn't matter. You okay?"

You nod while asking "are you?"

"Yep. It's all good." She smiles.

"Okay, I'm sorry." You give her a little smile in return.

"Stop apologizing. Where are you trying to go, anyway? This hallway's a dead end."

💫

The quinjet after a rough mission is always the last place you want to be. But here you are.

Tony is asking you about mission details while writing stuff down. The rest of the team is crammed around this ridiculously small table, pressed up against the jet's walls so you can collaborate on how to deal with Nick Fury when you land.

"Alright team, let's take five so we can all cool down." Tony throws his pen angrily on the desk. Steve folds his arms and walks away.

You screwed up the mission. Of course you did. And immediately Tony wanted to place all of the blame on you because you're the newest and the youngest. Frozen in your guilt and shame, you are completely zoned.

"Excuse me," Natasha says, trying to move past you to get out from behind the table.

You move quickly. "Sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" She just looks at you and you dart your eyes away.

"I was in your way."

"You don't need to apologize for that."

"Yeah I do," you fiddle with the cuff of your suit.

Without another word, she walks away.

💫

After a month, Tony's impromptu vacation to Hawaii with Pepper, several bottles of expensive wine to Nick Fury's office, and Cap's new collection of 50 broken punching bags, the team made up and decided to have a movie night.

You were so glad that no one was yelling at you anymore. They still don't trust you, but at least they're not mad. In fact, you were so relieved, that all of the stress of the last month started to sink in. You struggling to keep your eyes open after so many sleepless nights. Ten minutes into the movie and you're already out of it.

You fall asleep for like five minutes and jolt back awake. Your head had landed on the shoulder next to you. Natasha.

"I'm so sorry." You whisper to her.

"Hm?" She looks at you.

"For falling asleep on you." You clarify.

"Oh, I had no idea." Her attention is back on the movie.

"Oh, sorry."

In the dim light of the movie screen, she gives you a look that definitely says stop apologizing. But before you think she's mad at you, you catch a glimpse of her smile.

💫

Steve asked you out. And you don't know what to do. You ran away. You can hear his footsteps as he tries to find you.

You spy Natasha's room and knock on the door. You hear a faint "yeah?" and you're already inside.

Natasha raises her eyebrows at your wild state. "What's going on?"

"Sorry, Steve asked me out and I ran away- just saw your door so- yeah, sorry."

"Wow, two sorrys in the same sentence, that's a new record." She teases you.

You smile sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Is sorry your default setting?" She laughs just slightly and your heart pounds. A little giggle escapes you. Shit, you didn't mean to do that out loud.

Giving into your feelings just a little bit, you walk further into the room. She gestures to the empty space on her bed next to her. You sit down very anxiously.

"Steve asked you out?" She questions, turning her gaze to you.

"Yeah," you sigh.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing! I just ran!" You shout a little louder than you mean to. "Sorry."

"No sorrying allowed in my room." She turns on her side to face you. She looks so relaxed.

"Sor-"

"Don't you dare." Her smile lights up your heart.

You feel yourself start to relax, too. Your eyes meet her's and you suddenly don't feel scared to hold the contact. Her eyes are really pretty, actually.

Before you loose your nerve, you start to say "Nat-"

"You know what," she cuts you off. "You should say yes to Steve."

All of the comfort that was there disappears. Her cold voice shocked you back into reality.

"Oh," you look away from her, a little pang of disappointment in your heart. "Okay."

You stand up and leave the room.

💫

You are right in the middle of a bowl of ramen and an episode of your guilty pleasure show when your door busts open. Literally. Slams into the wall and everything.

You lean forward to see who came to disturb you and see Natasha closing the door behind her.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you to say yes to Steve!" She speaks very quickly.

"What?" You set the bowl down on your nightstand and wait for her to walk over. "Start again, slower. And you don't have to yell."

She exhales loudly. "Okay. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you to say yes to Steve. I just panicked."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to ask you out myself." Natasha is the one who can't make eye contact this time.

"Really?" You try to sound interested but not too excited but also not too serious.

"Yeah. I was going to and then I panicked and I just said something stupid to make you leave. I'm sorry."

"Hey," you gesture for her to sit next to you. "No sorrying allowed in my room, either."

You see her smile a little bit, her shoulders full of tension.

"And of course I'll go out with you." You finish.

Her smile widens and she turns to you. Her hand reaches up and holds your cheek. She starts to lean in-

"Wait, I was just eating ramen." You stop.

"That's okay," she leans closer. "I like ramen."

Thanks for reading. Don't steal, this is a threat (just kidding, but not really). Also, comment if you have a guilty pleasure show, or if it's just me. Mine's Jane the Virgin and I know don't know anyone else who has even heard of the show.

Buy me a coffee?

#natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #avengers x y/n #avengers x you #avengers x reader #black widow x y/n #black widow x reader

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metal-beer-and-adhd · 1 year

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So, I work in IT, and there are like two teams in my department, the IT Support/Network team and then the Cybersecurity. One thing to know is that the cybersecurity guys are annoying as shit, they prevent us from doing our work sometimes, they also like to make our work more difficult or give us more work, they never gave a damn about how they can do theur work whilst also taking into consideration the users' imperatives, and they're also really haughty (i just discovered this word actually). Another thing to know is that in my department, everytime someone makes a mistake or doesn't lock their computer when they're not in front of it, they have to offer breakfast (we're french so, croissants it is) to the whole department. And today, one of my coworkers, let's call him Peter, spilled the TEA. And i just HAVE to gift you the tea.

So, apparently, the cybersecurity lady, let's call her Jane, so she said to two other girls that they had to bring breakfast for the whole team because they forgot to lock their computers as they were away from it during a meeting for like 30 seconds. And Peter was there, so he looked Jane dead in the eye, put on his best thinking face and said "aren't you the one that should bring breakfast right now though ?" and Jane was like what are you talking about lol, and Peter said "well you almost got your computer stolen", and then it was dead silent. Yeah girl, don't be too quick of reminding people of their mistakes when you can't even recognize you own.

#office tea #sometimes i like my job #i only like my job when the tea is spilled tho #don't know what that says about me #but i love office tea it's the best

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crows-and-cookies · 1 year

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Snakes DO get a bad rap in so many things you're so right...They're an animal and should be respected as such, but they don't actively go looking for fights! They're more inclined to run from humans if given the chance. If they DO bite, it's usually because they felt scared or were provoked into doing so. Anyhow, what's your favorite type/breed of snake? I think Hognoses are the cutest looking things and Burmese Pythons have the perfect :3 face🥰

Omg yes okay LOVE this and agree with you! People’s fear is projected onto them. Honestly I think all the times I’ve been bitten by snakes (like 10 or 15 times? idk) have been my fault.

So I have a special part in my heart for black rat snakes (now called Eastern Gray Rat, I believe). The first snake I ever hand trained and really worked with was a black rat. Everyone at work was scared of her, and she was biting people because there was low humidity in her tank and she wasn’t shedding, so she couldn’t see. People wouldn’t handle her/open her tank or even feed her sometimes/she wouldn’t see the food, so it was just a cycle of people not taking care of her and it getting worse and worse. But I took over her care, upped her feed and humidity and it took quite a while, but in the end she was a great educational animal. I used to let her wrap around my arm and do work with her like that until she was comfortable with me. I’ve done that with other snakes since, and black rats are always just so sweet. The most recent two I’ve trained are Jet (who would help me check my email in the mornings) and Printer. (Side note: the low humidity is an ongoing issue for most captive black rat snakes.) The trick is to take them out while they're colder, and then they warm up with your body heat and will be your buddy :)

As for other wild caught snakes I’ll say Dekays northern browns are always chill, I love them, and so are ring necked snakes (lol sorry I’m exposing where I live by my snake preferences probably). Worm snakes are fine—Black racers and water snakes are bitey, but that’s within their rights. I’d bite someone too if they picked me up.

On another note, one time the overly friendly education milk snake crawled up into my ponytail and through the strings of my mask, and was very tangled. I finished teaching the field trip with him like that and had to have my coworker get him out. To quote my coworker ‘come here, I have nice snake arms, they look just like a tree!’.

I also worked with a spoiled little eastern kingsnake who was the definition of baby. He took to educational animal life WAY too easily, and would beg for food. One time I had him in the pillowcase to transport him for a program and an emergency came up. I just remember thrusting the pillowcase across the front desk to my coworker (the same one who got the milk snake out of my hair) and I said ‘hold the baby!’. My coworker stuck out his arms and cradled the snake until I got back. I got back and my coworker was answering the phone while cradling him like a baby. We try to keep a rule of not baby talking the animals when the public is around (to keep the impression of wild animals) but…yeah he was baby 😍

Anyways I love snakes and could talk about them forever. Thanks for the question anon!

#tw snakes #snakes

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thatgirlstrawberry · 3 years

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💛Sunshine💛 pt. 6 - The Folder

In which you all read about Spencer and his family life

Spencer Reid x fem!oc

Overall Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, children lol, lmk if anything was missed

The next morning, Audrey was up packing the kid's lunches while Spencer was getting ready for work. Her parents were still there but Marcus had left some time during the night.

She had gotten an email from her law firm saying that she had a potential client and unlike most of her coworkers, she was excited to get back to work.

So, Audrey got up early that Monday morning, took the meds that her OB prescribed her, and made sure that everyone was set and ready to leave the house so she could work. Now, her parents were still there but she was thinking of trying to convince them to go grocery shopping for the house because she hadn't done that in a week. And with three kids, food goes by fast in a week.

Charlie was the first one down the stairs. His nose was in his phone as usual and the mother rolled her eyes with a smile, knowing that he was texting his almost girlfriend, as Audrey liked to call her.

"Good morning, Char." She smiled. He looked up from his phone just long enough to say good morning. She slid a plate of pancakes in front of him as he sat down on one of the stools.

"Ooh, blueberry pancakes. My favorite." He smiled picking up the fork on the side of the plate.

"Is your brother up yet?" Audrey asked, flipping over the next set of pancakes.

Charlie rolled his eyes. "Yeah but he's refusing to come down because you grounded him." He sighed. "What a brat."

Audrey turned around. "That's not nice, Charlie."

"Are you saying I'm wrong?" The curly-haired boy asked with a smile. Audrey rolled her eyes with a smile and turned back towards the stove. "I'll take that as a no."

After a few moments, Spencer came down the stairs with Sadie who was playing with his tie. "Morning, Char." He announced his presence and the boy turned.

"Morning, dad." He smiled with a mouthful of pancake. "Mom made blueberry pancakes, Sades." The small girl perked up in her dad's arms and smiled excitedly. Spencer placed her in the stool beside her brother and walked around the island and wrapped his arms around Audrey's middle, resting his hands on her stomach where baby peach was.

"There's my baby." He smiled, nuzzling his face into Audrey's neck. "And here's my love." Audrey smiled and rolled her eyes.

She craned her neck to look up at him. "Are you staying for breakfast?" She asked with hope in her eyes. Spencer clicked his tongue.

"I would but... I wanna get out of here before your mother wakes up." He said quietly so Sadie wouldn't hear and repeat it to her grandmother.

Audrey was planning on acting offended but them she shrugged. "That's fair." Spencer nodded and chuckled. "Do you want me to make your coffee or do you just want to grab some on the way to work?" She asked, patting his side and moving from in front of him.

"I'll just get some on the way to work." He told her, swiftly kissing her before she could get too far away.

Audrey smiled and grabbed her husband's hand, leading him away from the kitchen and I to the living room where the kids wouldn't be able to hear. "Can we have dinner with your team this week?" She asked out of the blue.

"W- tonight? When? Why?" Spencer asked as she played with his tie.

"Well, It's just that I want to spend so e time with them. I mean I don't know them very well and I want to get to know them." She shrugged. "I mean, they're like your second family and I think I should get to know your second family." She said. Spencer furrowed his eyebrows. "Plus, I'll tell my parents to leave and we can have a bunch of hot, dirty sex." She whispered.

The doctor almost choked on air and his eyes widened. "Okay!" He smiled. "I'll talk to them about it today."

Audrey bit the inside of her cheek with a smile. "I thought so." She winked. "Now will you go get your other son so he's not late for school?"

Spencer nodded and kissed Audrey before heading towards the stairs to get Joey. Audrey walked back into the kitchen, feeling proud of herself and finished the last few pancakes, plopping them on plates for Sadie and Joey when he decided to come down.

When she heard Joey and Spencer coming down the stairs, she smiled and placed her hands on the counter after giving Sadie her plate and handed Charlie the syrup for Sadie.

Joey grumbled as he came down the stairs and sat at the counter. He didn't look at his mother when she put his plate in front of him but still said thanks.

"Hurry so you can get to the bus." Spencer added as he straightened his tie once more. He ruffled both boys' hair and kissed Sadie's cheek as her went to round the island to say goodbye to his wife.

Once he did, he kissed her and placed his hand on her stomach and rubbed his thumb back and forth.

Spencer began walking towards the front door. "I love you all." He called quietly, trying not to wake up his parents-in-law.

Everyone called back to him and then they resumed eating their pancakes.

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Hours later, the kids were put of the house and Audrey's parents were exploring Virginia since they'd only ever been there three times for the kid's births.

Now, Audrey was getting information about a new possible client and his case. A 24 year old male is hoping to sue some lady for running over his dog with a car. Sloppy case, really.

She usually worked on murder or attempted murder cases. She didn't think that this should've been the lawyer on this case. She thought about passing it on to one of the other's at her law firm. Before she could email one of her coworkers to take her case, there was a knock at the front door. She furrowed her eyebrows before getting up and throwing on her FBI hoodie that she had stolen from Spencer.

Audrey had thought that her parents forgot the key that she had given them earlier that morning. Whem she got to the door, she opened it quickly, getting ready to say something but she stopped when there was no one in front of her. She stepped onto the front porch and crossed her arms.

"Hello?" She called out onto the empty street. No one appeared. No one called back, so she closed the door and shuddered. Something about that didn't feel right. She shook it off and went back to her office to see if she could pass the case onto someone else.

The rest of the day she felt that something was off.

She had called her parents to ask them if they'd pick up the kids and get them a snack from wherever they stopped. Of course, the couple agreed and were on their way home now.

Audrey was sat up in the kitchen with a bowl of luck charms and her laptop, looking up new recipes for dinner when the front door opened and Lisa called out. "We're home, dear!"

"I'm in the kitchen!" The woman called back, sliding off of the stool and walking around to the other side of the island, taking her computer with her.

The kids were the first ones to walk into the kitchen. "Mommy!" Sadie yelled. The girl hopped up onto one of the stools. "I drew a horsey today!" She exclaimed. Audrey gasped and smiled.

"Very nice, Sades!" The woman nodded. "Can I see it?"

The girl nodded and took her backpack and placed it on the island. Charlie and Joey did the same, going to pull out their homework.

Lisa and Cole walked into he kitchen with smiles on her faces. "Th-"

"Mommy." Audrey was interrupted and she looked at her daughter who had a bright orange folder in her hands. Audrey furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her two boys who had the same folders in their hands.

Audrey's smile dropped. "Where did you guys get those? What are they?" She asked, looking as confused as Charlie and Joey.

Sadie smiled. "Oh. I almost forgot." She told her mother. "When I was in the bathroom doing the hand washing song, some nice man gave me this. He told me not to open it until I got home and I forgot!"

Lisa and Cole's smiles dropped almost immediately. Audrey's hear started beating faster. "Boys, did someone-" The two boys shook their heads before she could even get the rest of her question out. Audrey looked up at her mother. "M-mom. My phone is in my office. Could you go get yours?"

The woman nodded and hurried to the guest room. Sadie was trying to open the folder. "Sweetie, don't!" Audrey blurted, reaching forward to touch her hand. Sadie jumped a little. "Mommy's sorry, baby." She smiled, glancing at Charlie and Joey. "It's just... such a special surprise. I don't want you to ruin it." The girl nodded and put the folder on the surface. Joey and Charlie did the same.

Lisa's footsteps were heard but they were slower than usual. When she came into view, she had two bright orange folders I her hands. Audrey's heart plummeted.

The mother reached for all of the folders that were on the island and motioned for the ones that Lisa was holding. She studied the outsides of them. They had all of their names on them.

Charlie

Joey

Sadie

Lisa

Cole

The woman opened them up carefully. Each one had a slip of paper and a polaroid picture stapled onto it. She set them on top of the folders and stared at them, tears burning in her eyes.

The first slip of paper had a large printed C on it with a picture of Sadie playing outside at recess. Audrey gulped and looked at the next one. The paper had a large E with a picture of Joey practicing on the soccer field with a smile on his face. Audrey covered her mouth and looked at the next. Her father was on one of the polaroid stapled to a piece of paper with an A in the center. The next one was Charlie. In the picture, he had his arm around Emmy as they walked around the arcade. On the paper was the letter H. Last was her mother. Lisa was shown in her car with the letter P on the paper above her.

Audrey stepped away from the island and backed up against the kitchen counter. "M-mom, y-you found those in th- your room? You found them in there?" Lisa nodded, not speaking. "So... so that means someone was in the house. Someone was here while I was... while I was here."

Everyone jumped when they heard the front door open.

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peachyysugaa · 3 years

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gravity

– nasa operator!sim jaeyun x astronaut!gn! reader

miles of sky and space doesn't stop gravity from pulling him to you.

genre: strangers/coworkers to lovers, fluff

wc: 2.7k

warnings: 3rd person pov, probably inaccurate astronaut/nasa lingo sorry i'm a chemistry major LOL, one curse word, couple of time skips, food cw

a/n: yea it's another fluff one-shot 😎 finally a jake one-shot! i hope y'all enjoy this i took a while to write this but i'm p proud of how it turned out despite no proofread.

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time on earth: 3:43 am

one of nasa's star rookies sits inside the mission room, monitoring the ISS diligently. today, sim jaeyun was assigned to keep watch on their astronauts as well as the station itself. it's supposed to be a reward for performing well on the latest calculations, but he can't help but find it a little boring. he flips through the cameras quickly, as if trying to find something new.

'yeah right, like anything happens in space,' he mumbles in his head. adjusting his thin glasses and stretching his chair to feel just a tad bit more alive, jake takes a look at one of the three astronauts on board as they float to the window. it seems to be l/n y/n, a rookie who excelled at their simulation tests and the one they say has stars in their eyes themselves.

the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"

now jake hadn't planned this far, but since he was already doing it, he might as well go through with it. "do you miss earth?"

he can see through the cameras that y/n wasn't expecting that question as their eyes widen. someway somehow, jaeyun was able to see the stars in their eyes everyone gushed about. maybe it was even better because they were actually living with the stars in space at the time.

"i-i don't know if we should be talking about this, but yea, i do miss earth," they finally reply. "not that being in space isn't fun! i just can't help myself especially since i can see the planet spinning in front of my eyes..."

it's silent for a bit, making the astronaut worry. "h-hello? houston?"

jake blinks before shaking his head and hurried to reply. "y-yes! sorry, i was just caught up in how lonely you sound?"

again, an awkward silence stills. the nasa operator curses to himself, realizing how awkward he must have made it and scrambling to fix the mistake. "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to overstep my boundaries!" he rushes. "my name's sim jaeyun, by the way. people know me better as jake."

"sim jaeyun? rising star sim jaeyun?" they owlishly repeat.

"that's me," he states back, rubbing the back of his neck. "i guess you've heard my name."

he sees the astronaut nod in camera before they're absentmindedly spinning circles midair. "you're my age, and you're already working in nasa headquarters. quite a feat would spread around, you know?"

jake laughs and shakes his head at their comment. "you say that like you're not star rookie l/n y/n."

at the sound of their twinkling laugh, jake's eyes perk up to capture the joyful astronaut holding their stomach on the cameras. "i can tell we're a lot alike, jake," you say with a smile stretching across your face.

it turns out he likes hearing his name off their lips albeit via nasa intercoms. calming down the beating of his heart, jake starts off the first of many late night conversations. "so would you like to hear what's happening on earth?"

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time on earth: 2:26 am

"—and layla was having such a good time meeting other puppies at the park this morning!" jake laughs out with the rookie astronaut laughing with them on the other side of the intercom, separated by thousands of miles in between them. they've been talking like this over the system for weeks now, practically a little over a month. safe to say, the nasa operator was developing feelings for them, perhaps already smitten. sunghoon in the other unit said something about being whipped?

"i wonder how she would react seeing my puppy," they reply.

"when you come back to earth, the first thing we'll do is have them meet on a puppy playdate," he tells them earnestly.

"just layla and rosie on a date? what about us?" he could hear the smirk in their voice even though they weren't next to him.

"i-i-huh? what?" jake stammers. he heard the smirk, but did he hear the words properly? for one, he's not sure they know what he looks like. does that matter to them? without realizing it, his hands are taking off his glasses and fiddling with them.

"are you nervous?"

"hah, what makes you think that?" jake asks nervously.

"jake, i can hear you playing with your glasses."

"shit," he curses, and an endearing giggle is heard on the other side.

"i like you, let's make it a date between us too," he hears, his face gradually becoming hotter.

the chance to confess to his crush is literally handed to him on a silver platter, but he's too busy acting like a middle schooler trying to give chocolates to the person he likes. it's unusual for him to feel like this, his heart's beating way too fast for him to think, and he has to cough to calm down.

"it's a date then." a happy hum is the response he gets, which does nothing to calm the beating of his heart but ignites a new warmth in him. "hey, wait a minute, do you even know what i look like?"

"i kinda remember, but does that even matter?"

"i don't know what if you don't like my face?"

"please, my roommate told me you're on par with that sunghoon guy, and he's known as the prince of his division."

"yeah, but-"

"don't take this the wrong way, jake, but shush." he's sure that if they were here in person, they would put a finger on his lips. it seemed like a(n) y/n thing to do based on the time they've gotten to know each other. "i don't care what you look like. the connection we have together is enough, don't you think?"

he knows they're right, but it doesn't stop the sassy compliment from tumbling out of his mouth. "well, we have a connection and i know you're pretty and smart and funny."

perhaps it's just the color of the screen, but jake swears he saw a blush on their face. it makes him proud after he had somewhat embarrassed himself earlier.

"good night, jake," y/n playfully scoffs at him.

"good night, y/n."

'what a night,' jake thinks to himself with a stupid grin spreading across his face as he prepares the systems for the person on the next shift.

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time on earth: 9:18 am

today is the day. today the pod that stayed at the ISS for 3 months was coming back to earth, and everyone was on their toes. jake was currently scanning the computer calculations from any errors, clutching the paper and burning holes in it with his eyes.

"you good there, bro?" he doesn't need to lift up his head to know that it's sunghoon.

"i have to make sure these are perfect," jake replies in a tone that screamed don't-bother-me.

he feels his coworker's hand pat his shoulder in reassurance. "relax, jake. they'll get here just fine."

jake's whole body sighs when he takes a deep breath. "yeah, i know. i'll just check one more."

his friend offers a comforting smile and one more pat before leaving him to perform his own duties for the landing.

for this last check, jake takes it upon himself to calculate the angle in which the pod enters the earth's atmosphere by hand as a safety precaution. his head jumbles with all the physics equations necessary as his hand complains by cramping from how fast he's calculating.

upon finishing, he looks at the two final numbers side by side. "same to the 5th decimal place," jake affirms to himself.

"great, does that mean you're ready to turn it in, mr. sim?"

turning around abruptly to the sound of the voice, jake finds his supervisor and rushes to grab all the papers for presentation. "yes, ma'am!"

a smile graces her face as she takes the materials from him and flips through the calculations. "good work," she finally says. "our astronauts will get home safely thanks to you."

it's like a weight lifted off his shoulders when he hears those words. jake lets out a sigh of relief once his supervisor walks away and tells him to wait for further instruction. he folds into his chair, thinking about how soon he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.

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time on earth: 9:45 am

"everyone, standby!" jake's supervisor announced. the whole command center took a deep breath as they tuned into the astronauts, soon to be leaving the ISS via pod.

"l/n, song, johnson, do you read me?"

"loud and clear, houston," y/n l/n replies in crisp audio.

"get ready to launch then, atlantis ii."

"copy that, houston." the sounds of buckling and buttons flicking can be heard on the other end as jake's palms sweat.

"3... 2... 1... launch!" and they're detached from the ISS, launched into the endless ocean of stars and dust that is space.

"coordinates and angles, houston?"

"atlantis ii, the speed, angle, and coordinates at which you are to enter..." and jake hears his checked numbers be repeated to them. "...you'll be dropping in the gulf of mexico."

"copy that, houston. ready to enter earth's atmosphere in 3... 2... 1... entering!"

the audio delivers the rough shaking as the temperature regulation beeps steadily.

"your temperatures are in the right range, atlantis ii."

it's a rough 5 or something minutes, jake's not sure of the time. he just knows his armchair is having a field day with all the gripping he's doing. he can hear the shaking of the pod driven by the weight and the acceleration of gravity once it takes its pull on the astronauts' pod.

"prepare for impact, atlantis ii!"

everyone is rising up to see the camera pan to the oceanview team who waits for the pod to enter.

"initiating parachute!" and there! the pod appears on the command center's screen in high definition, the mic picking up some of the breeze of the mexican gulf. it enters the ocean with a large plop! and everyone is standing up and cheering.

"successful landing, everyone! congratulations!!"

sunghoon is coming to jake and lifting him out of the chair, engulfing him in the joy that comes from returning the astronauts home. he didn't realize he was staring stupidly at the screen with a blank look and still sitting.

"dude, we did it!" at the sound of his friend's voice, jake mirrors his friend's smile and they embrace each other.

"we did it!" jake replies. soon, he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.

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time on earth: 8:04 am

the next day when he clocks in for work, it's calmer and more exciting. jake can feel it in the atmosphere as the nasa operator walks through headquarters.

he makes his way towards the rehabilitation center for their astronauts, his heart unable to calm down the rapid rate of beating. he hears it before he sees it: the bell-like laughter jake was so familiar with, the one he associated with late nights. his feet is pulled towards the sound like gravity, his strides getting longer and his steps having a bounce to it.

jake hears his name being called happily, and he turns to face the voice with an unstoppable grin before taking steps towards the astronaut going through rehabilitation.

"hey, gravity got you bad, i see."

they laugh joyfully. "i'll be good in about a month or 2—i'm pretty quick at this."

"i have no doubt about that."

the two are silent for a bit as they do a few more crunches, jake crouching down in front of their feet to meet them. it's nice and comfortable between the two as he helps them go through their exercises.

"so about that date..." he starts off, watching as their eyes sparkle like stars upon hearing his phrase. his mouth starts to hang a little, loosening up to have words spilling out without his complete knowledge. "wow... your eyes really do have stars in them..."

they stop as they finish a crunch and reaches out to close his mouth with an eye roll. "close your mouth first, sim jaeyun."

"okay, but what about that date?"

"we're getting it. just wait a week or so when i can walk properly," they say with a teasing smile. jake can't help but to smile back.

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time on earth: 2:57 pm

the only thing keeping his nerves calm is layla. the golden retriever was far from nervous as she sat wagging her tail happily with her tongue out.

"jake!!" he hears from the voice he's come to love listening to over the past few months. looking up from layla while holding her leash tightly, he spots the person he's been waiting for and he's mesmerized, left breathless by what he sees.

a light summery fit adorns their figure as they dash towards him with a puffy pomsky dog equally excited. their smiles are bright and sparkles adorn their eyes as usual, but it doesn't make the effect any less beautiful. they slow down, owner and dog panting a little.

immediately, layla gets up from her sitting position to greet the new guests, starting to sniff the two of them.

y/n laughs as they squat down and let the golden sniff them and their hand before giving her warm pets. "hi layla! i'm y/n, and this is rosie."

the two dogs sniff each other in circles, but soon enough they're bouncing and pouncing each other as if they've been best friends since litter days.

"they're getting along so well, and we haven't even gotten to the park yet," y/n comments with a giggle.

"should we get going?" jake offers. they reply with a nod and holds their leash in one hand, grabbing jake's with the other.

if he's taken by surprise, he doesn't show it, but inside, his heart is pounding more than ever before and his head is screaming in joy. the pair walk together hand-in-hand towards the park with two even happier pups prancing ahead of them.

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time on earth: 4:31 pm

the two dogs are getting a bit tired, it seems, as they walk back to jake and y/n who were talking comfortably, y/n's head rested on his shoulder.

"look who's back from playing," y/n says as they ruffle rosie and layla's head, jake following suit.

"let's go get some ice cream for us and puppucinos for them?" jake suggests.

"ooh! that sounds good!" the pups seem to like the idea too, wagging their tails once more and looking at their owners with puppy eyes. jake thinks he's surrounded by three pairs of puppy eyes as he shakes his head in endearing disbelief.

"let's go then."

once they get to the shops, order, and receive their foods, the four of them sit down and enjoy their treats. the owners laugh at their dogs when they see them lap up their puppucinos with so much excitement and vigor, getting the cream all over their faces.

as the sun sets, it casts its glowing light onto the astronaut-in-rehabilitation, making jake's eyes move onto them. he notices a smudge of ice cream at the corner of their lips and without thinking moves in to kiss it off. y/n blinks their starry eyes at him, reminding him of their first "meeting" over intercom and camera screens.

"i like you," he blurts out. "can i... kiss you?"

"i thought you would never ask," they reply with a wide grin, leaning in to press their lips together before he does.

it's like gravity pulls them towards each other because they can't ever seem to get enough of one another, no matter how far apart they are.

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swiftlythebest · 5 years

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Au where Nico and Levi were already established in season 14. Maybe Levi is talking about this hot boyfriend he has and nobody believes him but then Nico comes and they're all shocked and Levi is just like i told you so. Nico's just confused lol.

Okay, this one took a bit. I was debating for a while whether I should rewatch Season 14, but I ultimately decided I was too busy to be able to commit to that. Therefore, if this differs from canon (beyond the obvious AU aspect), that’s all on me and my lack of rewatch. I could see myself continuing this because it does feel a little open-ended. I really like the prompt and hope the execution was as fun and fluffy as I wanted it to be. I wrote this in the wake of buying Lover Fest tickets, which was a nerve-wracking mess so I hope this fic is more coherent than I feel at the moment. It’s a bit longer so a lot is under a cut. I hope you enjoy!

“...But then my boyfriend called so she had to calm down, at least for a bit,” Levi Schmitt took a bite of his sandwich as he finished the story chronicling his mother’s latest freakout. He expected some laughs or maybe a few understanding nods but was instead met with five confused expressions.

“I’m sorry, your what now?” Taryn Helm was the first to snap out of whatever trance the five other interns had fallen under.

“My mother. That was a story about my mother. Duh.” Levi rolled his eyes at Taryn’s question.

“I think she was asking about the boyfriend part.” The interns nodded at Sam Bello’s suggestion.

“Oh, have I not mentioned him? Huh. Yeah, my boyfriend.” Levi shrugged, focusing his attention back on his lunch.

“Is he hot?” Dahlia Qadri smacked Vik Roy’s arm at the question. “Ow! What, you were all wondering too!”

“Who, my boyfriend?”

“No, your fish.” Casey Parker was already getting fed up with this conversation and couldn’t suppress an eye roll at Levi’s expense.

“I think so.” Levi dug his phone out of his pocket and pulled up a photo of a tall Asian man with a chiseled face, swoopy hair, and magnificent muscles. He was smiling fondly at the camera, as though the photographer were his favorite person in the world.

“Glasses, you can’t just Google ‘hot guy’ and use some image result. We’re not gonna believe that,” Roy scoffed.

“What? No! That’s Nico! That’s my boyfriend, Nico!” Levi turned the phone towards him as though checking he had the right picture.

“That’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. You’re telling me he’s not only real but your boyfriend?” Sam raised her eyebrows almost to her hairline as everyone else looked expectantly at Levi.

“I… he… we… we overlapped a bit when I was in college and he was in med school. When the pre-med students would visit the med school, he always sought me out. Wanted to show me whatever stuff he was working on. We became study buddies and then friends and then best friends.” Levi shrugged through the story, trying to downplay it.

“But you slept with Jo!” Taryn exclaimed.

“We got together after that. I was venting to him about the whole ‘Glasses’ thing and how I’d never get a job here. We stayed up all night on the phone, me freaking out and him listening. He flew out the next day and showed up on my doorstep. I guess he sort of proclaimed his love for me? He said he’d loved me since we first met and hearing me so upset on the phone made him realize he needed to step up and give me something good. I don’t know.” Levi fiddled with his fingers, looking down after baring his soul.

When he looked up, the other interns were all just staring at him. Roy broke the silence with a big laugh.

“Yeah, okay. Here’s a tip, if you want us to believe you, don’t make it seem like he was the one chasing you. It just makes no sense.”

Levi looked hurt and confused, “But… that’s what happened!”

“Okay, prove it. Call him,” Roy smirked.

“I can’t. He just got off a 48-hour shift and I like to let him sleep.”

“Hm, convenient.” While Roy was still enjoying the teasing, the other interns started to look uncomfortable and guilty. Thankfully, Jo walked in just then to give out their assignments.

“Are you too hot for me?” Levi asked as soon as Nico answered his FaceTime.

“Well hello to you too, love.” Nico smiled, used to his boyfriend’s bluntness.

“Yeah, yeah, hey, what’s up? But are you too hot for me?”

“What does that even mean?”

“Like, you’re hot. That’s a known fact. But are you too hot for me? Are we horribly mismatched?” Levi fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt, suddenly more self-conscious than he usually was when speaking to Nico.

“You’ve literally been the object of my fantasies for years now, so I’d say you’re pretty hot.” Levi choked at this comment, eliciting a deep laugh from Nico.

“I’m serious though.” Levi’s voice was small, smaller than Nico had ever heard it.

“What brought this on?” Nico did away with his teasing tone.

“I mentioned you to the other interns. They didn’t believe that you were my boyfriend after I showed them your picture. They said it made no sense and there’s no way you were the one pining for me all these years. They thought I got a picture off of Google.” Levi gave a sad smile and a soft sigh.

Nico furrowed his brow in annoyance and confusion, “They didn’t believe you?”

“No. Why would they? It is definitely illogical.”

“I love it when you talk Vulcan to me.” Levi gave him a put-upon look, “What does it matter? You know how I feel about you, right? You know you’re my guy.”

“I know. I know! It shouldn’t matter. But I never even thought about our mismatched looks until today.”

“Look, I know you’re way hotter than I am but please don’t rub it in.” Levi gave a watery, surprised laugh, “I’m serious! Screw what other people think. I’m blown away by you. Floored. Overwhelmed. Okay?”

Levi sighed, “Okay. Okay, yeah. I’m sorry for spiraling, love. How was your day?”

“You never have to apologize to me for something like this. Never, okay?” Levi nodded, causing Nico to smile wide. “But my day was good! I’m starting to look at fellowships and my old mentor may have a lead for me.”

Levi and Nico spoke for another two hours, only stopping when Levi almost began snoring, promising to pick it back up the next night. Even though there was still a nagging in the back of Levi’s mind, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

A few weeks, and many failed attempts to prove his relationship, later found the Grey + Sloan interns huddled together by a nurses’ station, waiting for their assignments.

“Levi!” All six interns’ heads whipped around at the excited shout, eyes landing on a suited man rushing in their direction.

“Nico! Wh- you’re here! What are you doing here?!” The man swept Levi up into a hug, picking him up slightly, a dazzling smile taking over his handsome face.

“I wanted to surprise you! I had an interview here for my fellowship and I took a few days off so I could see you.” They gazed at each other, matching smiles on their faces, too caught up in their moment to pay any mind to the gaping interns next to them.

“Wait, you’re that guy! The one Glasses keeps trying to convince us is his boyfriend!” Sam Bello snapped her fingers as the pieces slid into place, the other interns nodding next to her at the realization.

Nico turned his head, giving the other five people his attention, arms still around Levi, “I am his boyfriend. Hi, Nico Kim. Current resident at the Mayo Clinic, but I’m hoping to get a fellowship here.”

Levi smacked his chest, drawing Nico’s attention back towards him, “Why didn’t you tell me?! I thought San Francisco was your first choice!”

“Nah, you’re here. Plus, my mentor may be getting an attending job here so I’d work with him. I wanted to surprise you, love.”

“So this is real? This is a real thing?” Helm had a small smile on her face. Having spent more time with Levi over the last few weeks, she’d grown quite fond of the clumsy man and liked seeing him so happy.

“It’s so real. The realest.” Nico grinned at Helm.

“Wow, okay. Sorry to have doubted you, Schmitt.” Casey patted Levi’s shoulder as Sam and Dahlia nodded in agreement, wide-eyed.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I stand by my disbelief.” Roy stood with his arms crossed as everyone rolled their eyes at his stubbornness, ignoring him in favor of getting to know Nico.

The interns (minus Roy) and Nico chatted for a few more minutes, Nico’s arm slung casually around Levi’s waist. Levi beamed as his coworkers got along so well with his boyfriend, glad they finally believed him. Not that he needed any sort of validation from them because he knew the man next to him loved him no matter what, which was all that really mattered.

I’m (hopefully) back on my bullshit, so send in prompts, if you want!

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White Heather: Chapter 1: The First Step

Pairing: (Tiger!Hybrid Taehyung x Female!Reader x Bunny!Hybrid Jungkook)

Synopsis: Tired of being alone for so long, you finally decide to adopt a hybrid. No more loneliness for you and a safe and secure home for them. But you don't know what's in store for you when you enter the adoption centre, and come across two certain hybrids—one who flinches even at the slightest sounds and another, who can't even look you in the eye without wanting to disappear from view. And maybe because you wanted them to feel loved (like they deserved)—you decide to adopt them both. You would protect them. But the question was: will they accept you?

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: mention of abuse, forced prostitution and violence; cursing; nsfw(wayyyy ahead in the future lol).

You stood in front of the adoption centre. It was actually in a better condition than others, but it was obvious that it was there since a long time. After taking one last deep breath, you finally entered.

The interior was decorated with animal themed posters, stuff toys, and some of the hybrid necessities were on display for sale.

“Hello! Welcome to Friendly Paws! How may I help you today?” The woman behind the counter said. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties and looked cheerful and pretty with her light pink dyed hair. Her name tag read ‘Chaeyoung’.

“Hello, I would like to adopt a hybrid?” You posed it as a question because you were a bit nervous.

“Of course! What's your name?”

You smiled, “Y/n. My name is Y/n,” you liked her already.

“So, Y/n, do you have a specific breed or hybrid in mind?”

“Um.. Not yet. I think I'll just look around if that's okay?” This was your first time obviously, and you had no idea about the procedure.

“Sure thing! Please follow me.” She turned around a corner—that you previously hadn't noticed because of your nerves—and went down the hall with you in tow.

“Mark, please go and keep an eye on the front while I'm here?” She asked a younger looking guy with cappuccino brown hair when you passed him.

“You got it boss!” He hollered from down the corridor, already making his way towards the entrance.

The both of you stopped as you came across several doors with different labels on them. Noise was coming from behind one of them. When you listened closely, it sounded like yelling and laughter.

“They are always so energetic,” she smiled at you. “At least most of them..” And mumbled the last part looking a bit sobered up. You looked at her confused but she had already started opening one of the doors.

On the other side of the door, there was chaos. In a good way, if that makes sense.

Different types of hybrids were running around playing and teasing each other. You were surprised to see most of the predators and preys getting along.

Chaeyoung probably saw the look on your face and chuckled, “In the starting they're a bit vary, but with time they get used to each other. Some are even pretty close friends.”

She took off her shoes near the door, “Come on in sweetie, don't just stand there.” While she was waving you in, you caught several hybrids' attention.

You felt a bit shy with so many eyes on you at once, and took off yours next to hers, then moved to stand beside her, and lightly waved at them.

At your greeting, two of the hybrids walked up to you. The one to your left gave a light smile and nod, while the shorter one with chestnut hair, smiled brightly at you, “Hi! My name is Baekhyun, nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too, Baekhyun! And...?” You grinned and looked at his companion, raising your eyebrows good naturedly.

“Hello, you may call me Sehun.” Said the other hybrid in a deep voice, who's name now you knew was Sehun.

“Sehun..” You softly repeated his name and nodded with a smile.

Before coming to the shelter, you had decided to smile warmly at everyone, as to not seem cold and indifferent. There were times when your coworkers jokingly said that sometimes you seemed serious and a bit hard to approach because you always had a neutral face on. It wasn't because you were always in a bad mood—although, that was the case sometimes—but because you felt it was exhausting to keep a facade all day, pretending to be amused and happy. But once they got to know you better, you became the most talkative person ever; always coming up with funny incidents and jokes—basically entertaining everyone and anyone.

So, yeah. You didn't want to scare off anyone, especially since you knew that mostly all of them had a hard life growing up, and many even had bad experiences with previous owners.

Seeming satisfied with your reply, Baekhyun grabbed your hand lightly, and started dragging you off towards the group they came from. You were a bit surprised at his actions, but remembered reading somewhere that due to their animal genes, hybrids were extremely affectionate more times than not.

So you started moving forward a little, and threw a hesitant look over your shoulder to Chaeyoung, who smiled at you reassuringly and tipped her chin in his direction, urging you to follow him.

Sehun just sighed and shook his head at his friend's antics and started walking too. While Baekhyun seemed to be loud, friendly and easily excited, Sehun, you noticed, was the complete opposite. He was quiet, and spoke only when necessary—or maybe that was because you were a stranger; you weren't sure.

But what you did know was that their personalities were influenced by their hybrid genes. One was a dog, and the other was a cat. Typical. Go figure.

All things aside, they were one of the most attractive men you've ever seen, and their friends, whom you were approaching, were no less.

The group consisted of different hybrids, mostly various species of cats and dogs from what you could gather. They welcomed you instantly and widened their circle on the floor so that you could squeeze in. You were a practical stranger to them but they were so welcoming to you, your heart warmed at that.

You spent the next fifty minutes laughing and talking with them, all the while witnessing a playful fight between a tall and dorky Labrador hybrid, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun, who you found out was his best friend.

Irene, a Pomeranian hybrid, who was extremely shy at first, was now practically cuddling you after she finished sniffing you. You believed that they did it to feel the other person out or something along those lines. After she got comfortable with you, no one could stop her from talking. You found her extremely cute, and added her to your mental list of potential hybrids you could adopt.

You enjoyed sitting there with them, but you also wanted to look around more and meet other hybrids too. But everytime you made a move to get up, one of them would make you sit back again.

It had been a while since you saw Chaeyoung, so you swept your eyes across the room, and that was when your eyes fell on them.

It was a pair of hybrids, but what caught your eye was that they were alone and didn't seem to share the same energy and enthusiasm as the rest of their peers. They sat in an isolated corner, and didn't exactly look like they were enjoying themselves. Their backs were against the wall while they sat holdings hands. Only a few words were exchanged, and most of them were shared by the lankier one. You couldn't figure out which hybrid he was due to the distance, but you knew that the other one, who looked a bit bulkier, was a bunny hybrid.

The one thing they had in common was that they both looked weak.

Despite all the ongoing conversations around you, your gaze kept on drifting towards them every few minutes. You wanted to know why they were so quiet and flinched at every other sound. You gussed they had been treated badly and maybe were even abused, judging from their postures and their nervous attitude towards their surroundings.

You heard the door opening and immediately looked behind you and made eye contact with the bubblegum pink haired woman. After finally managing to excuse yourself from them somehow—not without promises to join them soon, or meet them one last time before leaving if you adopted another hybrid—you got up from the soft carpet and padded over to her.

Questions were brewing in your mind, and you wanted answers. Sometimes you were too curious for your own good and landed yourself in trouble.

But this time felt different.

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