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summary: soldier boy doesn’t realize just how scared of him you truly are

pairing: soldier boy x female reader

rating: R for language, mature themes

word count: 5.2k

warnings: please read! language, mentions of sexual assault, attempted sexual assault, drugging, violence, forced purging (to prevent possible death), briefly mentioned nudity (not in a smutty way), much darker than anything i’ve published before

author’s note: this started out as a small idea but i got really carried away lol.

another note: sorry for kinda ghosting after uploading the last fic, my brain hates me 🙃 i can’t promise i won’t “disappear” again like immediately after uploading this so thank you in advance for any/all feedback/comments 💞💞

It was late at night (more like early morning) when you were arguing with Butcher at the door.

“Don’t you dare leave me here alone with him!” you seethed.

“C’mon, love, the old cunt’s gonna be asleep the whole time I’m gone.”

Your teeth clenched at the idea of being alone in the house with Soldier Boy, but if Billy didn’t go now to “run an errand” he’d probably have to go later that day anyway.

“Fine,” you sighed. “But if ‘the old cunt’ lays a fucking finger on me I swear to god Butcher!”

“I’ll be back by nine.”

A loud knock on your door woke you up.

“Hey! Sweetheart!” Soldier Boy’s voice shouted from the other side. “You up?”

“I am now,” you mumbled to yourself angrily. 7:26 your clock read.

“I heard that,” Soldier Boy said.

Shit, you thought. “What do you want?”

“The stupid TV isn’t fuckin’ working, I need you to come and work your magic for me.”

You sighed. You couldn’t ignore him at this point, that’d most likely just anger him further. If he wanted to he’d just break down the door and drag you out to the living room.

“C’mon toots, don’t be a bitch about it,” he exclaimed.

“Screw you,” you mumbled.

“Hey!” Soldier Boy exclaimed. “What’d I just fuckin’ say!” He tried opening the door but you’d obviously locked it.

“I-I’ll be out in a second,” you told him.

“That’s more like it,” he mumbled back.

You quickly got out of bed (whole outfit still on, just in case Soldier Boy had tried something in the night) and hurried to the door before you opened it. There he stood, the strongest man alive. You gulped nervously as he didn’t move and stayed blocking your way out.

He eyed you up and down obnoxiously, smirking at the sight and making your heart beat faster.

“Same outfit as last night, I see,” he said.

“S-So?” you asked, trying to mask the pure fear this man instilled in you. “I just like these clothes, is all.” He didn’t say anything, just kept smirking at you. “You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday, too, you know!”

“So you have been checking me out.” He nodded a little, the smirk still on his face.

“Did you want me to help you with the TV or did you just wake me up to be a dick?”

“TV,” he grumbled, “but would it kill you to be polite once in a while?”

“Would it kill you to move out of the way so I can head downstairs?”

He furrowed his brows before he rolled his eyes and stepped to the side; “After you, princess,” he mocked. You left your bedroom and he followed you downstairs to where the perfectly functioning TV hung on the wall.

You hated the way Soldier Boy eyed you as you took the remote out from the cabinet beside the TV and turned it on.

“It seems to be working fine?” you said, wanting to take his attention off of your ass. “What were you trying to watch?”

“Uh…how bout you pick something for us?” he offered.

“Excuse me?” you practically scoffed.

“C’mon, sit down and watch with me,” he said. You turned around, expecting to see him sitting on the couch, but he was now standing about a yard away from you. “Butcher seems to be gone…” He took a step towards you. “We’ve got the whole house to ourselves…” Another step. “Why don’t we have some fun?” He reached out and lightly touched your cheek, traced down the side of your face, and tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Soldier Boy—”

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me,” he interrupted you. “I know your heart starts racing when I walk into a room, I know it beats even faster when I get close. I know you want me, don’t even try to fuckin’ deny it.”

“P-Please—”

“Oh, I like a woman who knows when to beg,” he chuckled lowly as he bent down to kiss you.

“Please don’t hurt me, please,” you said quickly, tears stinging your eyes as they threatened to fall. “I-I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch to you, I-I didn’t mean it! Please don’t kill me!”

“Kill you?” He stood up straight, pulling his hand up off your face and putting it up in defense. “Kill you?” There was a moment of silence as he intensely looked at your reaction to him getting so close. “You…You’re scared of me, aren’t you?”

You nodded slightly, worried you might upset him as his face fell. He seemed almost saddened by the fact you didn’t want him near you.

“But…I’m a hero,” he scoffed slightly. “Why would you be scared of me?”

“Please don’t take it personally,” you said. “Just let me set up the TV for you and go back to my room…please?”

“You’re fuckin’ terrified right now, aren’t you?” he asked and again you nodded, again he scoffed.

“Can you blame me?” you asked. “I-If I rub you the wrong way you could snap my neck like a chicken bone without breaking a sweat.”

“But I…” He continued looking at you with confusion that seemed to be laced with curiosity. “I wouldn’t. I mean, I know I get angry sometimes but I’d never hurt you?”

“You wouldn’t be the first hero to turn on me,” you told him quietly. Soldier Boy paused and thought about what to do next. He’d never been in a situation like this before; standing alone with someone who was genuinely scared of him, someone that didn’t trust a hero like himself.

“Just uh… Just turn on a movie and you can go,” he said before he took a seat on the couch. “Another one from my time, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” you said; a small, forced smile on your lips. You found a movie you thought he’d like and pressed play for him before tossing the remote on the couch and leaving.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he called out, making you stop in your tracks. “I’m sorry you don’t trust me, but I need you to know that I’d never hurt you.”

“O-Okay, Soldier Boy,” you said before you hurried out of the room, up the stairs, and back into your room. “Billy Butcher I am going to fucking strangle you,” you mumbled to yourself.

“You’re up before noon,” Butcher remarked, seeing Soldier Boy in the living room. “And you got the TV workin’ on your own! Atta boy, gov’.”

“Actually, Y/n set it up for me,” Soldier Boy said.

Butcher sighed at that, “So, you’ve talked to her today then, huh?”

“Yeah, why?” the Supe asked before Butcher left to see you.

He knocked lightly on your door before you opened it.

“Hello—” Butcher started but a swift slap to the face shut him up pretty quickly.

“Fuck you, Butcher!”

“Did he hurt you?” Butcher asked, holding his cheek.

“No, but he almost fucking did, asshole! How dare you leave me alone with him like that!”

“Oh come off it! If you’re still in one piece then all’s well that ends well, am I right?” he said with a smirk and a shrug.

“You ever do something like that again and I swear to god William!” You stared daggers at him.

“My ‘errand’ didn’t go as planned anyways, love,” he told you. “I’ve gotta figure out another way to find where they’re hiding Homelander.”

“Or whatever’s left of him,” you mumbled.

“Alright, I’m off,” Butcher announced, a full duffle bag in his hand as he headed to the door.

“What?” you exclaimed from the kitchen as you hurried to get between him and his destination. “What’re you talking about?”

“Everything okay?” Soldier Boy asked from the couch near the TV.

“Everything’s fine, gov’, you keep watching your movie,” Butcher said.

“Can I talk to you outside for a minute?” you asked Butcher, you didn’t want Soldier Boy to hear what you were about to say.

“After you then, love,” Butcher obliged.

The second the door closed behind the two of you, you let him have it.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave me here alone with him again, I cannot fucking take it!”

“It’ll only be for a little while, you’ll be fine!” Butcher said.

“Then let me come with you!”

“What, and leave the cunt here alone? He’ll burn the house down trying to make himself a fuckin’ sandwich,” Butcher exclaimed. “He needs a fuckin’ babysitter and that’s you.”

“Why me? Why can’t you call Hughie? Or Frenchie? Or, better than all of us combined, Kimiko?” you asked.

“Hughie’s outta state, Frenchie and Kimiko are both knee-deep in shit sussing out another lead on Homelander’s whereabouts.”

You sighed heavily, you saw his point but the thought of being trapped again made your stomach hurt; “Please don’t leave me alone with him, Butcher. You know how much he fucking terrifies me, and you know exactly why.”

“I’m sorry I gotta do this to you, love, but you know he’s our only shot at killin’ Homelander once and fucking for all.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“Only a day or two.”

You again conceded, against your better judgment, and let Butcher leave you with Soldier Boy.

“What was that all about?” the Supe asked when you walked back into the house and locked the door.

You forced a smile; “Nothing, Soldier Boy,” you said, “dinner will be ready soon.”

You didn’t know Soldier Boy heard everything you and Butcher had said.

“Looks great, toots.” Soldier Boy walked up behind you in the kitchen, not missing the flinch you threw when he got a little too close.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

“You still that scared of me?” he asked, leaning on the counter and trying to get you to look up at him.

“If you can hear my heart, I’m sure you’ve got something that can smell my fear too.”

“I know I make your heart race, your breathing becomes slightly quicker when I get close, and I’ve noticed your pupils tend to change when you notice I’m next to you.”

“So why is my fear such a fuckin’ surprise, then?” you scoffed.

“I guess I didn’t realize it was fear making your heart race and your pupils dilate slightly.”

“What, you thought I was into you or something?” you asked half-heartedly before you looked over at him and realized that was exactly what he had thought. “Oh.”

“So, yeah, I was surprised when I realized you didn’t like havin’ me around,” he admitted. You almost felt guilty for a moment but it quickly disappeared as you remembered why you were scared of him in the first place. “Can you at least tell me why, though?” he asked as you shoveled his food onto a plate. “Why are you so scared of me? I get that I’m stronger than you but, no offense, isn’t Butcher too? Isn’t like… almost every man out there?”

“One, I trust Butcher. I’ve known him for years and he’s been nothing but good; he’s an asshole, sure, but he’s good when it counts. And two, I don’t spend time alone with ‘almost every man out there’ so that does not help your case at all.” You handed him the plate. “Here’s your food.”

“Thanks, dollface.” He took it from you and you started getting your own plate ready. He watched your every move and his brows knitted with confusion as he did so.

“You can go sit down,” you told him. “You don’t need to watch me like a hawk.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just still tryin’ to figure you out I guess.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you scoffed.

“You know I’m a hero, right? I’m a superhero, and I would never hurt you?”

“Look, no offense, but the last time I trusted a Supe it really didn’t turn out well and I’m not gonna let myself give you even an inch of trust because you are even stronger than the last guy.”

“What happened? What’d he do?” Soldier Boy asked and you didn’t respond. “C’mon, you owe me that much! I’ve been nothing but good to you, yet you’re treating me like I did whatever this other Supe did to you!”

“I don’t owe you shit, Soldier Boy,” you snapped and you could’ve sworn you saw genuine hurt flash over his features. “If you must know, it was The Deep. I trusted him, let him be good to me, and it all blew up in my face in the most awful way I could’ve imagined.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” He reached out to touch your shoulder but you flinched away from him.

“Please, don’t touch me. I get that you’re trying to be sweet or whatever but please don’t. It’s not doing what you think it’s doing, Soldier Boy.”

He nodded and backed away slightly.

“My name’s Ben,” he told you. You looked at him with a sense of shock. “My real name’s Ben, you don’t have to say ‘Soldier Boy’ all the time, you can just say ‘Ben’.”

“Okay, Ben, while we’re on the topic of names, you could ease up on the ‘toot’s and ‘doll’s and ‘dollface’s and ‘honey’s and ‘sweetheart’s you know. Or at the very least stick to one pet name.”

He smiled at your honesty, hoping it was a sign you might be scared of him just a tad less.

“Think I’ll just stick to callin’ you sweetheart, then,” he replied.

“Thank god, I was really starting to hate dolls.”

That made him laugh deeply before he walked to the table and took his seat.

Don’t you fucking dare, you thought to yourself when you felt a feeling of almost-not-absolute-fear-and-disgust wash over you for a split second.

“Look, I’m sorry, but—”

“You’re sorry?” you scoffed into the phone. “Butcher get the fucking hell back here!”

“I can’t, I’ve gotta spend another night over here. Apparently—”

“I don’t give a rat's ass why you have to stay, I am begging you to please get back here now!” Tears were stinging your eyes as your voice cracked.

“I’m sorry—”

“If he does anything to me, anything at all, I’ll never fucking forgive you for leaving me alone with him, Butcher. You understand me, William? Never!”

“He’s not gonna hurt you,” Butcher sighed. “Just keep your distance and be nice to him. He does have a bit of a temper, maybe he just needs to relieve some tension…”

“That’s not funny!” You gritted your teeth as a few tears slipped down your cheeks. “When are you getting back here?”

“A few more days,” he replied.

Before he said another word you hung up on him, furious that he thought it was okay to leave you alone with Soldier Boy.

Though the Supe was in his own room upstairs, he still heard every word you said. He’d never admit it, but his heart clenched at the thought of how scared you were right now.

It had been over a week since you’d seen him when Butcher finally got back with some new information on Homelander’s location. He had a plan to find the exact coordinates and he wasn’t going to let his morals get in the way.

“Well, well, you clean up nice,” Butcher commented when you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Shut up,” you grumbled. You were wearing a short royal blue dress with a deep v-neckline and almost no back, the silver heels and necklace tied the otherwise seemingly plain outfit together nicely. “If this stupid plan of yours gets me killed I’m gonna come back and haunt you for the rest of your fuckin’ life.”

“Wow,” Ben beamed when he walked out of his room and saw you standing in the hall with Butcher. “You look incredible, sweetheart.”

“I look like a damn hooker,” you said.

“That’s the idea, love.” Butcher smirked.

A high-ranking Vought employee had been seen at a certain bar almost every night for the last two months and it was now your job to get him to trust you. If he trusted you enough, he would take you back to his place and you could find out any and all information he had on Homelander.

The plan seemed simple enough, yet Ben seemed more anxious about the situation than you were.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Soldier Boy asked when you were all seated in the van outside the bar.

“No, but if this helps us get Homelander then it’s safe enough,” you told him.

“Besides, you’ll be in there with her,” Butcher reminded him. “And if you stay focused on keeping her safe, then I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

“How ‘bout we come up with a code word or something?” Ben suggested as he put in the earpiece Butcher handed him.

“How about ‘Soldier Boy’?” you said, Ben shook his head.

“And what happens if you need to say ‘Soldier Boy’ but you don’t need help?” he countered.

“How about…Ben?” You smiled a little when he nodded.

“I’ll be listening closely to the whole conversation, if you say ‘Ben’ I’ll come and get you outta there.”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright,” Butcher interrupted, “Soldier Boy keep me updated and if all goes well, Y/n, we won’t be seeing you again til later tonight.” He winked obnoxiously.

“If this guy genuinely tries to sleep with me I’ll break his fuckin’ nose,” you said flatly. “Info or no info, I ain’t letting him see me naked.”

Ben had gone in about a minute before you did and found a nice spot near where he knew you’d be sitting with the target. The second you walked in his eyes were glued. He stayed true to his word and listened to every word you and the target said.

“This seat taken, handsome?” you asked the man who then smirked at you.

“It is now,” he said. “And what’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Goldie,” you lied as you took your seat. “What’s yours?”

“Steven. Let me buy you a drink?” he offered and called the bartender over when you nodded.

“Vodka martini,” you ordered. “So Steven, what do you do for work?”

“I work for Vought,” he said and you faked an impressed look.

“No way!” you gasped. “Oh my god, do you know The Seven?”

“I do,” he said with a nod, clearly full of himself.

“That is so cool,” you continued stroking his ego. You nodded in thanks when the bartender handed you your drink and you took a sip. “I’ve never met someone so important!”

“You wanna know a secret?” he asked, you nodded enthusiastically. He leaned over so he could whisper into your ear; “I’m actually in The Deep’s close, personal circle.”

Your eyes went wide for a split second before you got a hold of yourself and whispered back; “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” he said. “I could introduce you if you’d like.” You pulled away from him slightly but still tried your best to keep yourself calm.

“Oh, that’s alright,” you shook your head, “I’m sure he’s too busy for little old me.”

“I’m never too busy.” The voice behind you made your whole body tense up and Ben could tell you were in trouble. You hadn’t said the code word though and he knew both you and Butcher would be mad if he screwed up the mission.

“Butcher,” Ben said into the intercom attached to his jacket, “Deep’s here.”

Butcher paused for a moment before he answered; “Don’t freak out. Y/n can handle herself and unless she says ‘Ben’ you don’t make a move, you understand Soldier Boy?”

“Understood,” he replied.

“You know,” The Deep said, still standing behind you, “I’ve had my eye on you since you walked in here, gorgeous.”

“Y-You have?” you asked, wondering if he recognized you or if your face just blurred together with all the other women he had assaulted. You took another sip of the drink in your hand and continued to keep a close eye on it to make sure it didn’t get spiked.

“I have,” he replied. “Now, why don’t you let my friend Steven here show you a nice time, then take you back to my place at Vought Tower?”

“S-Sounds good,” you trembled. “I-I’ll see you later tonight then, Deep.” You took another, smaller sip.

“Wonderful,” he said before he bent down and placed a kiss on your cheek. “Can’t wait to see this dress on my floor.” With that, he walked away and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Fish fucker’s left the building,” Ben told Butcher. “You gonna tail him or are we still focusing on Steven?”

“Stay focused on Steven, we can kill fish fucker another day,” Butcher said.

“So, you want another drink?” Steven asked you. “Or would you rather head over to the tower?”

“You know, I’d rather spend the night at your place, Steven.” You faked a sweet smile.

“Really?” He raised a brow as a smirk returned to his face. “So, another drink, then?”

“How about I just let you take me home?” The moment you stood up you knew something was wrong. You instantly felt dizzy and sat back down. “Ben, help,” you whispered when you realized exactly what was happening.

“Looks like we’re heading to the tower, Goldie,” Steven said. “Thanks as always, Pat.” He handed a couple hundreds to the bartender.

Ben came up behind Steven and pinned him against the bar with one hand, his other hand resting on the bar itself a few inches from where you were now slouched over.

“What the hell did you do to her, fuckface?” Ben seethed.

“I didn’t do anything! What’s your problem?” Steven yelled, drawing attention to the scene unfolding.

Ben took the back of the man’s head and brought it up half a foot before he slammed it back down onto the wood.

“Tell me what you fuckin’ did or I’ll squish you like a bug,” Ben yelled as he applied more and more pressure to Steven’s head.

“Roofie!” Steven yelled. “Ask the bartender!”

“Ben don’t kill him,” Butcher told him through the earpiece.

“He deserves to fuckin’ die, Butcher,” Ben replied.

“Yes he does but he still has information that we need. If you’ve gotta kill someone, kill the bartender who spiked the fuckin’ drink!”

Ben looked up from gravely injured Steven and saw the bartender cowering in the corner.

“Ben,” you whispered and reached out to touch the hand he still had on the counter. “Ben get me outta here.” His angered expression slowly faded as he looked down into your hooded eyes. “Please?”

“Yeah, I’ve got you,” Soldier Boy said before he quickly scooped you up in his arms and carefully kept your head resting on his shoulder. “Hey, barkeep,” he shouted and the man looked over at him. “Mark my words; no matter where you go or what you do I will find you and tear you limb from fucking limb for hurting her. Your days are fucking numbered.”

Ben hurried you out to the truck and sat you down on the seat next to his so you could lean on him if you wanted, or alternatively, you could lean against the window if you still didn’t want him touching you.

“Stay with her, I’m gonna go figure out how much they gave her and if we need to take her to the hospital,” Butcher told Soldier Boy before leaving.

“Ben,” you slurred, still barely able to open your eyes, “Ben what—what’d you do to me?”

“God fuckin’ damn it, Butcher,” he mumbled under his breath. He blamed Billy entirely for the operation going sideways and for you ending up in danger. “Fuck, you need to purge, sweetheart.” He positioned you so your head was hanging out the side door and stuck his fingers down your throat, ignoring your angered hits to his arms. “This is for your own good, stop fighting me.”

You hurled out the side door, Ben held onto you tightly and made sure you didn’t fall out or get hurt.

“Please just let me go,” you whispered when he took his fingers out, satisfied with the amount of possibly deadly alcohol you were able to get out of your system.

“I know you’re scared right now, but I can’t let you go,” he told you. “I’m sorry.”

Butcher got back to the car pretty quickly, a worried expression on his face.

“How much did they give her?” Ben asked.

“Too fuckin’ much,” Butcher replied. “We’ve gotta make her puke it all up or she might not make it.”

You woke up on the couch to the sound of Butcher and Ben arguing in the kitchen, a splitting headache quickly made itself known when you opened your eyes fully.

“This is your fault, Butcher,” Soldier Boy yelled, “you and your stupid obsession to find Homelander. How dare you put her life at risk like that!”

“Hey I had the strongest man alive in there backing her up, so how the hell did you screw up so badly?”

There was a pause as you kept listing, a part of you was scared you’d start to hear punches being thrown.

Ben shook his head as he looked at his ‘boss’; “You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? She’s been scared outta her fuckin’ mind and yet you just keep on pushin’ her and pushin’ her. And for what? To kill a Supe that’s probably dead already? You know Homelander ain’t a threat since I fuckin’ burned him, yet you still put someone you say you care about in danger.”

“‘Scared outta her fuckin’ mind’?” Butcher scoffed. “What’re you on about?”

“I know she’s terrified of me,” Ben admitted. “I know that you know she is, too. And yet you keep leaving her alone with me, why? Just to make her life worse? To make her feel less safe than she already does?”

“You sayin’ she’s got a reason to be scared of you, then?” Butcher asked. “Thought you were supposed to be some kinda hero?”

“Of course I’d never hurt her! But I’m still a Supe and I know you hate Supe’s. There’s no way in hell you trust me at all or you wouldn’t have her babysitting me every time you leave the fuckin’ house. What I don’t get is why you’re so comfortable leaving her here with the strongest man in the world when you think I’m a fucking monster.” Ben walked over to the fridge and took a bottled water out before he grabbed a cup and left the kitchen.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said quietly as he entered the living room. “I know you’re up, do you want some water?”

“What happened?” you asked as he squatted on the floor in front of the couch and made eye contact with you.

“We can fill you in later, you should probably drink,” he said and held out the two items in his hands. “Would you rather the bottle or a cup?”

“Bottle’s fine,” you replied and you slowly sat up, putting a hand to your head before you took the water from him.

“You need some Aspirin or something?” he asked.

“I’m sure Butcher ‘ll bring me some,” you said, making Ben’s brows furrow a little before he nodded with realization.

“You still don’t trust me much, do you?”

“Sorry,” you mumbled before beginning to drink the water. “What am I wearing, by the way?” you asked and gestured to the dirty, large black tee you had on over the blue dress.

“Oh, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “it was on the car floor, I think it’s Butcher’s. I put it on you when uh, when you were kinda out of it and… your boob might’ve kinda… popped outta your dress.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “I didn't… like I didn’t look or anything, I just saw the shirt and immediately put it over you.”

“Sure.” You nodded before you continued downing the bottled water.

“I’ll go get Butcher to bring you some painkillers,” Ben said before leaving the room.

You’d just gotten out of the shower and put on a new set of clean clothes when Butcher stopped you in the hall.

“How’s your head?” he asked.

“Better,” you replied flatly, still pretty frustrated with him.

“I’m sorry I was such an idiot,” he sighed, “I shoulda told Soldier Boy to get you hell outta there the second the fish fucker showed his ugly mug.”

“We needed intel on Homelander,” you reminded him. “My safety was just the price we had to pay.”

“And that was a fucked up currency for me to gamble with,” he said. “I’m sorry I’ve been so obsessed and I’m sorry for leaving you alone with Soldier Boy so much the past couple of weeks.”

You shrugged a little; “It’s no big deal.”

“I want you to know I’m done tryin’ to find Homelander.”

“Seriously?” Your eyes went wide and you furrowed your brows.

“The cunt’s most likely down for the count anyway thanks to granny fucker downstairs and there are other Supes that are much bigger threats right now anyway. Like The Deep, for example, and the number of people he’s paying to help him get away with assaults like last night. I’ve been talking with Hughie and as it turns out, he’s already had his eye on a handful of other bartenders workin’ for fish dick.”

“So…what? You’re saying you’re gonna go back to your old job at Supe affairs and start hunting down these assholes in a more mentally-healthy way?” you asked.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

When you entered the living room you noticed Ben readjusting his position on the couch, as if to try and make himself appear less threatening.

“Hey,” you said quietly, a small smile on your lips as you sat down about two feet from him on the same couch.

“Hey,” he replied. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better.” You nodded. “You need help with the TV?” you asked, picking up the remote from where it sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“Yeah, thanks,” he replied. He watched you intently as you ‘worked your magic’ on the electronic contraption.

“I know I was completely at your mercy last night, Ben,” you said, focused on the TV and not looking over at him. “And I know you could’ve easily taken advantage of the fact I was out of it.”

“But I didn’t.”

“I know that, too.”

“But you still don’t trust me?”

“I want to,” you said. You reached out your left hand and gently placed it on his right one. He looked down at where your hands were touching and smiled softly. “I want to trust you, I just need time to get to know you.”

“You sayin’ you wanna get to know me?” he asked with a bit of a smirk before you nodded. The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Soldier Boy broke the silence; “So, where do we go from here?”

“How about we watch something together?” you suggested.

“That sounds great, sweetheart.”

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morgana-larkin · 25 days

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Hey,your fics are amazing, just binged read the oneshots and can't wait for the next chapter of 'worth it'.

But here's a small prompt, maybe mel and r is not close,r is an 8th grade teacher like Jacob but rarely even stops by the break room. She's only friends with him, Mel thought maybe r doesn't wanna be friends with the elementary staff so she let her be. Then one day when Mel is doing groceries, she bumps with r, realizing she goes to the same day and same store when doing groceries. They greet each other politely when they cross paths but Mel thinks it's ridiculous how they see each other on a grocery store but not in the very place of their employ where they work together. Then after like months of that, Mel and r cross paths again as usual, and was like 'hey kid,how come we see each other here and not in school'

Hey, thank you for the prompt, I thought the idea was super cute ☺️. I’m glad you’re liking my one shots enough to binge all of them! That comment made me smile, and the next chapter of ‘Worth It’ will be out soon, possibly tomorrow. I would have had this out this morning but I kept changing the beginning because nothing fit. Anyway, here’s the story, it’s short and sweet. Not edited in the slightest as always. Hope you like it!

On another note, I have 2 prompts that I’ll be working on after I finish the chapter of Worth It. So if you sent me a prompt yesterday, don’t worry, I’ll be working on it.

Grocery Store Rendezvous

Warnings: none

Words: 1.5k

« Hey y/n! Are you going to stay and chat with us today? » Jacob says as you enter the break room. You only enter the break room to get coffee but then you always leave right after. You look and see Melissa looking at you, eyeing you curiously.

« Nope, just came to get coffee. I got to grade some tests today, especially with report cards coming up. » you say to him.

« You know one day you’re going to come in here and stay. » Jacob says, teasing you a bit.

« Maybe, but that day is not today. » You say , pouring the coffee in your mug then you go to leave.

« When that day comes, I’ll take a picture. » he tells you and you smirk.

« That doesn’t make me want to stay even more. » you tell him and give him a little salute on the way out.

The truth is you don’t stay because of Melissa. She scares you but in the best way. From the first day you started working here a year ago, you were actually stunned by her beauty.

You don’t see her much though since you’re an 8th grade teacher and teach on the second floor. You became friends with Jacob since you work closely with him but you never had a reason to speak to Melissa. You were also incredibly shy so you just admire her from a distance and when you go to get your coffee in the morning and at lunch.

It was Saturday at noon and you parked in the parking lot of the grocery store you go to every Saturday. You walk in, get a cart and start going through your list.

You were turning into the spice aisle when you bump into another cart.

« Oh sorry, I didn’t… » your sentence goes unfinished as you see the person you bumped into. It was Melissa.

« Oh hi y/n, funny running into you here. » she says.

« Well actually I come here every Saturday at this time. » You tell her.

« Oh really? So do I. I wonder why we haven’t seen each other before. » she says to you.

« Well it’s a big store so we could have been on opposite sides of the store. » you with a small chuckle. « Well I gotta go finish my shopping, I’ll see you around Melissa. » you tell her with a nod.

« Alright see ya y/n. » And you go and continue your shopping.

You continue your shopping, but not even 5 minutes later, you run into her again when you go to get some chocolate milk and she’s getting some cheese.

« Y/n? We haven’t seen each other once for months, and now twice in the same day? » she says in disbelief.

« Ya I guess so, how ironic. » you say as you grab some chocolate milk.

« Chocolate milk? Really? » she says and quirks an eyebrow.

« Don’t diss it the chocolate milk. It’s good. » You tell her and she puts her hands up a bit in surrender and you laugh.

You two go in separate directions until you’re checking out and run into each other at the same cash.

« Wow, we’re 3 for 3. » Melissa jokes.

« I guess so. » You say.

You both go home after that. You drove home smiling that day, you got to speak to Melissa, multiple times.

On Monday at school, you do nothing differently. You still only go to the break room to get your coffee then leave. The one small difference is you blush a bit when you pass by Melissa. You don’t know it but Melissa noticed the blush and smiled a little when your back was turned.

The next Saturday you two run into each other again, and Melissa wonders why she sees and talks to you more at a grocery store than at work.

Months go by and every Saturday you and Melissa keep running into each other, sometimes multiple times in one day. About 3 months of this happening, Melissa has had enough and decides to ask you the question that’s been bugging her.

« Hey kid, how come we see each other here and not at school? » she asks and you stare at her.

« I don’t know. I guess there’s not really a reason for us to talk to each other at school. » you reply sheepishly. The 2 of you walk down the aisle while talking.

« You don’t need a reason, you can just say hi. »

« I thought you were the type of person who didn’t like people just saying hi to you. » You counter.

« Ok fair point, but I wouldn’t mind if you did it. »

« Why am I different? »

« Do you see me talking to other coworkers outside of work? »

« Ok first of all, we don’t even talk in school. And 2, idk who you talk to at all. » you tell her.

« Why don’t we start talking in school? » she asks and you freeze.

« Why? »

« Because we don’t talk in school like you said, so let’s change that. » she points out. And only then do you realise the hole you dug yourself.

« Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea Melissa. »

« Why? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? » she asks and stops walking and crosses her arms.

« What? No that’s not it at all. » You say, you really don’t want to admit your feelings for her.

« Then what is it? » she pushes.

« it’s not important. » you say, hoping that will put an end to the conversation. It did not.

« It’s important to me! » Melissa says, getting annoyed.

« Why? »

« How about you answer the question I asked first. Why don’t you want to talk to me in school!?! »

« Because you scare me! » You spill out, and you can tell by the hurt look on her face that you just have to say it. « I like you and that scares me. And I don’t mean friendship like, I mean romantic like. » You tell her and her hurt expression turns to a happy one.

« I like you too. » she says. « Romantic like. » she adds and you can’t believe your luck. For once, the woman you like, likes you back. You two finish your grocery shopping together and you check out together as well.

« Come over to my place. » she says to you and you stare wide eyed, Melissa never invites anyone to her place.

« Ok, sure, when? » you ask and she smiles.

« Are you free right now? »

« Well I’ve actually got a couple of frozen groceries to bring home but after that, ya. » You say and she smiles.

« Give me your phone. »

« What? » you say confused.

« Give me your phone so I can add my number so I can send my address. » she says and you immediately give her your phone. She adds herself and you smile at the nickname she gave herself ‘Mel 👩🏻‍🦰👑’

« R u trying to say that you’re a ginger queen? » You snort.

« Maybe. » she flips her hair and you laugh.

You get in your cars and you drive home. As soon as you get home you text her.

You: this is y/n , I just got home, send me your address, your highness.

Mel 👩🏻‍🦰👑: your highness? I like that. Here’s my address

Mel 👩🏻‍🦰👑: *sends address*

You: I’ll be there in 20 minutes, your highness

20 minutes later you knock on her front door. She answers it and immediately welcomes you in. As soon as you walk in, she puts her lips on yours. You kiss her back and she smiles into the kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.” She says and you smile at her.

“So have I.” You say and you lean in to kiss her again.

On Monday morning you come into the break room to get your morning coffee as usual. This time, instead of leaving, you sit next to Melissa and she smiles at you. Melissa gets a questioning look from Barb and you get a questioning look from the trio. You then hear the click of a phone camera and you look to see Jacob taking a picture.

“I told you I’d take a picture.” He says and you smile. At this point you don’t care, you got Melissa.

Melissa stands up to go put something in the garbage and gives you a kiss on your lips, getting gasps from everyone. You smile and blush and she has a smirk on her face. After thinking that you wanted nothing to do with her and the rest of the group, it turns out you were avoiding her because you liked her. She smiles at that thought as she sits back down next to you, and she pulls your chair closer to her.

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bloomingflowersthings · 1 year

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Okay so here's my request!

Natasha was on a mission, and the guy she was fighting has mind control powers. Before the villain dies, he searches through Nats mind to see what she loves most, and ofc its R. He mind controls Nat to be unkind and mean to R for one full day. Nat is still herself inside, and is hearing herself say mean things and do mean things to R, and R is so confused and sad, and Nat feels so horrible and guilty. Maybe to make it sadder R is sick with a cold or something 😭 The next morning R is prepared for mean words but Nat apologizes over and over and explains. Insert fluffy happy ending 🤭 thanks for your time!

Sick of your attitude- part one

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x sick! reader

Author’s note:This ask spent sooo many time in my askbox!! As soon as I read this idea, I had the whole story planned in my head but I couldn’t get the words out :’) hope you like it!!

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Dealing with Hydra facilities was never a easy task, but this mission had just been absurd. Natasha had to gather some intel from an abandoned laboratory, but she didn’t expect to encounter an enhanced scientist still working there. The man looked inoffensive, but he had mind controlling powers, so the widow had a really hard time fighting against him. She managed to defeat him, but before dying, he casted a mind controlling spell that would make the redhead be mean to the person who she loved the most for one full day. Unfortunately that person was you.

While piloting the quinjet, Natasha could only think about finally getting home, so she could see you.

ugh, she’s gonna be so needy…

Wait, what? no, she missed you and she wanted to cuddle you all day! where did this came from?

“I must be tired.” Nat mumbled to herself, trying to make sense of her thoughts.

Sighing to herself, she put the jet in autopilot, so she could maybe relax a little.

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You could hear some persistent knocking on your door, however, your fever riddled body couldn’t move and your hazy state didn’t allow you to call for help.

Yesterday you woke up feeling weird, but you pushed through it, since Nat was the piles of paperwork wouldn’t get done by themselves.

That was a very poor decision, you ended up the day laying down on the couch with a raging fever. At least Wanda tried to help you the best that she could, given the fact that you had always been stubborn about showing weakness in front of people.

“Y/N? can I come in?” Wanda asked. She woke up with the news that Natasha was coming home today, so she went to your room to check on how you’re doing and to cheer you up with the good news.

“Hmm.” You whimpered, as much as you wanted to tell her to come in, your sore throat only allowed to weakly hum.

Hearing your quiet whimpers and loud thoughts, the witch entered the room.

It was dark, your curtains were drawn and the TV was the only source of light and background noise. You were right in the middle of the bed, buried under layers of blankets, but somehow still shivering. Your chest made a wheezing sound whenever you breathed and you just looked miserable.

“Poor thing, I came over to see if you were feeling any better but I already know the answer.” She cooed, sitting crisscrossed besides you on the bed.

“hheh'tsh! Hu’tshhiew!” You sneezed on the crook of your arm, coughing slightly afterwards. The action was enough for Wanda to notice how congested you sounded.

“I really don’t like the sound of that.” Wanda said, bringing her hand to your forehead, frowning at the heat emanating from you.

You just nodded, whimpering when chills came over you.

“Do you know who’s coming home today?” She asked, running her hands through your hair.

“Nat’s coming home?” You asked suddenly, the action sending you in a fit of coughs.

“Shh… breathe, yes she’s on her way back now. What about you take a shower so we can get some medicine on you? I can make you some breakfast.”

“Thank you so much Wands, but I really don’t want to be a bother, I’m fine, really” You said, trying to untangle yourself from the blankets.

“You could never be a bother silly, and you know how much I love to cook, now go ahead and I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.” Wanda said, making her way to the door.

You took your time getting out of bed and stretching your heavy limbs. It felt like you had been hit by Mjölnir

You took a warm shower, washing and untangling your hair. You wanted to look at least presentable for your girlfriend and were hoping that it would help you feel more refreshed.

Shivering as you got dressed, you cringed at yourself in the mirror. Sure, you were clean but the paleness was obvious on your skin and it made contrast with your flushed cheeks, there were bags under your eyes and you just looked sick.

You slipped one of Nat’s hoodies and made your way to the compound kitchen.

“Hey! are you feeling any better?” Wanda asked, fixing herself some coffee.

“Yep, breakfast is looking good! thank you Wands.” In reality you weren’t feeling better at all, but you didn’t wanted to make a big deal out of it, so you were trying to follow your routine normally.

“Don’t mention it!”

You both sat down in a comfortable silence and ate your breakfast. Until Wanda got up to train.

“Just take it easy, ok?”

“I will, thank you for everything.” You answered.

You decided to sit down on the couch and watch some netflix until Nat arrived.

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Stepping out of the quinjet, Natasha was relieved to finally be home. However she didn’t failed to notice that you weren’t waiting for her.

As she entered the compound, Wanda greeted her.

“Welcome back Nat, are you ready for another mission?” She asked jokingly.

“Don’t even joke about it, I’m exhausted.” She chuckled.

“That’s fair, you deserve some rest.”

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“She’s in the living room, she’s not feeling well since yesterday.” Wanda said.

“Don’t pay any attention, it’s probably all just dramatics.” Natasha stated bluntly, mentally kicking herself. What was wrong with her?

Wanda looked shocked. He never saw the widow being cold towards you. Even when you two were fighting, she would still be kind to you. However she decided not to push it, she could feel Nat’s mind going loud and dense, however her thoughts were muffled, almost if they were blocked.

“Okay then… go to sleep Nat, you need it.” He said, giving her a side hug.

She was too perplexed to say anything, so she just made her way to the elevator.

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“Miss Y/N, Miss Romanoff just entered the compound, you asked me to alert you when she was back.” FRIDAY said, pulling you out of your light slumber.

You rushed to the door to greet her just as she entered the living room, and hugged her tightly.

“Hi love, I missed you” You said, not failing to notice that she wasn’t hugging you back. stepping out of her embrace, she looked coldly at you.

“You look like shit, Y/N.” Nat stated, walking towards the couch.

“Umm… yeah, that’s because I’m a little sick, but don’t worry, Wan-“

“Can you just shut up for a second? I just got home from a rough mission and you’re complaining about being sick.” She snapped, her heart aching with every insult she made towards you.

“Sorry, I know you’re tired Natty, I’m gonna be quiet.” You stammered, holding back tears.

Seeing how miserable you were made Natasha’s heart sink. You were sick and missing her and she was being a little bitch to you. But no matter how hard the widow tried, whenever she opened her mouth she’d say horrible things. So she decided to just sit with you in silence.

She tried to lay her head on your shoulder but you pulled away from her with a heartbroken look. “Don’t touch me.”

Nat went white at your request, realizing how much she was hurting you, she couldn’t understand what was going on. However, the anger that wasn’t her’s wanted to make itself known, and the redhead spoke up again:

“Do you really need to be a dramatic bitch? This is the last thing I want to be doing in my time and you know it.”

The look in your eyes turned from sadness to bitterness, prompting you to stand up for yourself.

“Look Nat, if I’m bothering you that much I guess I’ll just leave!” You managed to say before choking in a round of painful sounding coughs.

“Oh please, look at you! You can’t even take care of yourself! it’s ridiculous.”

You glared at her like you never did before while standing up:

“You know what, Romanoff? I don’t need you to nurse me, Im perfectly fine!! Actually, I was better when you weren’t home.”

You said as you exited the room, leaving Natasha heartbroken by her own attitudes.

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You’d spent the rest of the afternoon in one of the compound’s guest bedrooms, mostly crying. You were all emotional and most definitely running a fever, you just wanted to run away from everything but the exhaustion in your body wouldn’t let you.

Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by FRIDAYS voice:

“Miss L/N, I must remind that you have a meeting in half an hour, however you seem to be in distress. Do you need any help?”

“No thanks, I’ll be alright.”

As much as you wanted to ditch the meeting, it had been scheduled a week ago, and you didn’t wanted Nat to think that you were being dramatic, so you dragged yourself out of bed to try and look presentable.

Of course crying gave you puffy eyes and aggravated the redness around your nose, and the flush on your fevered cheeks had darkened. Not having time (or energy) to put on makeup, you decided to just wash your face and quickly braiding your hair. You got changed in a T-shirt, a thick hoodie and some joggers, Hoping that it would end soon ao you could go back in your PJs.

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You got to the meeting room right in time, but everyone was already there. The team noticed your lack of enthusiasm and decided not to push it, especially when you sat the farthest away from your girlfriend.

Natasha had a worried look on her face, you looked much worse than before and it was her fault. As much as she wanted to hold you and nurse you back to health, she knew that you were still hurt by her previous actions, so she gave you space.

As everybody settled down, Steve started the meeting. Everything was going fairly smoothly, just with some sneezes interrupting you, but your breath got caught in your throat, and it send you in an awful coughing fit. Wanda was sitting besides you and started rubbing your back, while the rest of the avengers glanced worryingly at you.

As much as Natasha tried to hold back her tongue, the words slipped out of her mouth:

“Would you stop it? I know you’re faking it.”

The conference room went silent and everyone looked shocked, until Steve sternly:

“Natasha, respect is essential if we’re working as a team. Tell Y/N you’re sorry or just leave the meeting.”

You went tense with the glare the redhead sent to you, even though she looked annoyed by the situation (in reality, she was annoyed with herself), there was an apologetic look in her eyes.

She wanted to apologize. But the mental block was too strong, so instead of risking saying anything else, she got up and left.

“M’ sorry guys…” You said, feeling bad for causing all of this.

“You don’t need to apologize for feeling unwell, but perhaps you should go to bed and sleep off this bug.” Steve said.

So you got up and made your way to the guest room, shivering the whole way there.

You grabbed more blankets and buried yourself under them, wanting to sleep your problems away.

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skelitinonmyback · 9 months

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short skirt/long jacket

pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader

synopsis: poe is a barista at the coffee shop you go to everyday, and he is absolutely head over heels for you. your femme fatale, business woman vibe makes his knees weak every time you come by. after pressure from his coworkers he put his moves on you. and you are more than happy to take him on.

content warning: SMUT 18+, dom!reader, sub!poe, oral sex (r!receiving), edging, male whimpers, grinding, teasing

word count: 3.9k

You were the only thing Poe looked forward to. His ears perked like a dog whenever he heard the bell at the front of the store chime at the arrival of a new customer, hoping it was you. His coworkers Finn and Rey caught on pretty quick by the way he turned bright red and stuttered everytime you came in. There was one time when Finn swore he saw Poe check his breath when you came through the door and he has yet to live that down.

That was the only reason Poe was putting on his apron now actually. The guarantee of seeing you was a greater motivator than the coffee they sold at the cafe. He clocked in and instead of being a good worker, his eyes were trapped on the door hoping to summon you. Maybe you were wearing a trenchcoat since the fall weather has finally started. God, you would look so good in a trenchcoat.

“You know staring at the door won’t make her get here any faster,” Rey shook her head behind him, the sound of her voice making him jump.

“Fuck, don’t sneak up on me like that,” he pouted, not happy being called out like that.

She rolled her eyes, she was standing behind him for two minutes before she finally said something. “Why don’t you just ask her out? She totally checks you out everytime she comes in! She even asked where you were yesterday when you didn’t work.”

“Did she really?” His eyes lit up at the idea, but he soon killed the flame not wanting his hopes to get up. “Whatever. If it’s so easy, why don’t you go ask Finn out hmm?”

Rey’s face turned sour and before she could scold him, Finn’s lovely voice came from the back of house. “What are we talking about?” His face appears from the doorway after his voice with a teasing look on his face. “Is he finally gonna ask her out?”

Poe’s face was starting to flush and he swore steam was coming from his ears with all the teasing he had to endure. He was racking his mind with ways to get back at his meddling coworkers but his focus was broken with the ring of the door bell. With the sound of your name coming from Rey he knew who it was. Didn’t everyone just have impeccable timing today.

“Wow, slow day today?” you questioned, surprised by the bare cafe on a Monday.

“Y-yeah, you just missed the crowd, haha. Get us a-all to yourself” Poe stuttered, turning a whole other shade of pink by your presence. He looked over to Rey for some help who just mouthed ‘smooth’ at him. In his defense, you looked good today, like how you look good everyday but more. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what made you look different today but he knew he liked it.

“Oh lucky me,” you giggled, always flattered by how flustered Poe was when you came in, it’s so cute. “Oh, Rey! I tried that lipstick you recommended. What do you think?”

“Oh my god, it looks so good! I knew that color would suit you,” she gushed. “What do you think, Poe?”

Suddenly, his throat closed up with mucus and he just didn’t know what words were anymore. “G,” he cleared his throat. “Good. I think it looks good.”

“Thank you, Poe,” you said, enjoying the way his eyes widened when you said his name. “I’ll just take my usual.” You set the exact change you’ve come to memorise down in his palm before heading to the end of the bar, talking to Rey who was making your drink.

You guys were over there talking for about 5 minutes before Poe got suspicious. Before he could intercept the conversation you already had one foot out the door and a napkin that Rey had handed you. When Poe tried asking Rey about it, she just shrugged and said ‘what napkin’. It was stuck on his mind for the rest of the day.

It wasn’t until later that night when he got a text did he realize what hijinx Rey was up to.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hello, Poe.

POE: hello? can i ask who this is

You sent him your name and a little apology for not starting with that.

His heart dropped to his stomach and his palms got sweaty. Wow, you didn’t even need to be here to get him incredibly nervous.

POE: OH, hi! hope you dont mind me asking but howd you get my number lol

YOU: Rey gave it to me this morning. I hope that’s ok!

His face turned red, so embarrassed by his match making coworker. God, he hoped you didn’t blame him for her meddling, completely ruining his chance with you.

POE: oh goodness, im so sorry abt her, i hope she didnt force anything on you :/

YOU: Oh, it’s no problem, Poe.

Even the way you texted was so sexy and sufisticated. It really shouldn’t be turning him on as much as it was.

POE: are u sure? if she was over stepping bounds id be happy to make it up to u

Be more desperate, Poe. Jesus Christ.

YOU: Well, if you do want to make it up to me, I am free tomorrow at 6:30 pm for dinner. I’ll be expecting something nice.

POE: oh sure i can do dinner tmrw. have u ever been to ogas grill

YOU: Poe, honey, it doesn’t actually have to be fancy. I was teasing you.

HONEY? God, you were going to give him a heart attack if you kept that behavior up.

POE: no its ok i like it :)

YOU: See you then!

Poe quite literally couldn’t wait. He could feel all of the cells of his body vibrating with excitement and he couldn’t fall asleep. Once he finally did, he woke right back up an hour later when his alarm for work went off. Oh he couldn’t wait to see you when you came in for your coffee as usual but this time you had a date planned.

And as if time was flipping before him, he was already clocked in for the shift, 30 minutes before you usually come in. His demeanor was distant for he was drifting away in his thoughts that were occupied solely by you. He was distracted in the back, zoned out doing the dishes when Finn calling your name dragged him to reality.

Poe didn’t bother turning off the water before running out front to see you waiting for your drink at the end of the bar. He called out your name in a tired, breathless voice as if he just ran a marathon to see you.

“Hi, Poe,” you beamed with a bright smile that practically burned Poe’s insides.

“Hi, you’re here early,” he observed. “N-not that that’s a bad thing, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before 7:30. NOT that I’m like keeping track of you or you know what I’m just gonna stop talking.”

“It’s ok, honey,” you giggled unaware of the way Poe gripped onto the counter to stop himself from falling to his knees for you. “I just couldn’t wait to see you today is all.”

Poe’s eyes went wide with awe and he had to hold himself back from jumping over the counter and kissing you. “Really?” is all his brain managed to come up with as he started planning out your entire relationship together.

“Yeah,” you laughed at his shock that you were infact excited to see him, gushing over the sheer cuteness that was him. Cutting off your moment together, Finn sets your drink down for you on the bar. “I’ll let you get back to work, but I can’t wait to see you wait at dinner, honey.”

“Me too,” he sighed, eyes dazed watching you leave the store.

“Dinner?” Finn gasped, perplexed by your words.

“Shut up.”

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Later that day Poe was practically shitting his pants as he waited outside of your apartment. He brought flowers because he thought it was the right thing to do but as he looked at flowers he started overthinking about the casualness of everything. What if you just wanted to get dinner to know him better as a friend and you would laugh in his face and call him stupid for ever believing you would want to go out with him. So he settled on a bundle of baby’s breath and eucalyptus.

When you answered the door all the breath from his lungs escaped him and a stitch started forming in his side from just standing there and looking at you. You were wearing a dress, midi length, that hugged you in all the right places and revealed more skin than he ever thought he’d see on you. Your lipstick red and heels stiletto, doubling down on your femme fatale image.

“You know,” you start, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your apron on. It’s nice, you clean up well.”

Hi siliva stuck to the back of his throat at your compliment, causing him to roughly clear his throat. “Um, I got these for you, wasn’t sure what kind you liked so,” he said humbly, handing you the flowers with weak hands.

You thanked him, obsessed with how bashful he was, and turned back into your house to set them down on the counter before taking his arm and heading with him to his car. His palms were already sweaty simply from the grip you had on his bicep and when he opened your door to let you into his car he felt some relief of getting a little bit of distance from you, just so he could breathe again.

Luckily for him, Oga’s Grill was just a five minute drive down from your apartment, so he didn’t have to worry too much about making polite conversation and instead he could focus on regulating his breathing. It was unfortunate for you however. You loved watching him twitch and get nervous over a car ride with you. It made your imagination run wild, thinking about all the reactions he would have if you were actually trying to make him nervous.

The dinner was, well, awkward. Poe couldn’t stop getting nervous and accidentally knocking stuff over and it was honestly the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. You could tell he was immensely nervous more than anything but you couldn’t bring yourself to console him, loving how red he got from stirring in his own juices.

When the check came, he felt panicked because the date didn’t go at all how he had planned. He was waiting for the moment he would gain the confidence to sweep you off your feet but it never came. He put his card in the checkbook, hands shakier than ever, not knowing how to rebound after making himself look like a complete buffoon.

When you guys got back in the car, Poe didn’t put the key in the ignition, instead he just stared at the steering wheel in front of him. Excitement sparkeed in your abdomen, thinking he was finally going to make a move. He swallowed every nerve crawling up his throat so he could get out this sentence.

“I’m sorry for my… behavior today. I was just so nervous, I kept on embarrassing myself, I guess,” he said, too ashamed to look at you.

For the first time that day, your heart actually tugged at the way he struggled to communicate so you officially needed to put his worries away. “Hey, it’s ok. I thought it was cute.” He scoffed at you and you had to double down. “Honest. Really, I think it’s kind of… sexy.”

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline and for the first time in the whole evening he made eye contact with you and you could’ve crumbled right there. The way his eyesbrows pinched together and his mouth pouted with confusion was slowly chipping away at your patience. And the sound of his voice when he said “really?” was practically begging you to go on.

“Come on, you can’t look at me like that and pretend to be confused about what I find attractive about it all.”

“Wait, you’re being serious?” His voice was weaker and he faced his body towards you, the best he could in the car, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss that surprised look off his face.

“As a fucking heart attack, Poe, I swear I was wet for that entire dinner,” you admit, throwing caution to the wind.

Embarrassingly so, Poe choked on his spit, awed by the words you just said about him. He shook his head, not completely understanding what you meant by that. Frustrated by all the back and forth, you grabbed his hand and shoved it up your skirt to where your thighs parted, where you had undoubtedly soaked through your panties. The sound of a whimper passing through Poe’s lips made your thighs clench around the hand you brought between them.

“Feel what you do to me, baby?” you questioned with a pout. Completely dumb by everything around him, he just nodded, eyes boring into yours. His finger tips twitched, running along your clothed cunt purly on intsinct. “Why don’t you take me home, huh baby?”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. He ripped his hand away from you and forced the car into reverse and maybe went a bit above the speed limit to make it home. You weren’t making it easy for him to focus on the road either. You had a hand on him the entire time, running your manicured nails up and down his thigh and he could feel himself twitching and lurch in the confines of his pants.

When you got to the parking lot of your apartment you werre sure he was going to hurt himself with how fast he got out of the car. You couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness when he was already to the front of your apartment by the time you left his car.

“C’mon now, honey, don’t want me to think you’re desperate,” you teased, completely joking. But when you saw the way his eyes twinkled and lips stuttered you knew he was taking you seriously, and liking it. You clucked your tongue at him and shook your head before letting him into your apartment.

You kicked off your shoes in the foyer and he did the same, mimicking all of your actions. Poe was very nervous, he wasn’t really the type to have sex on a first date so he didn’t really understand the protocol or what would be expected of him. You felt his nervousness and knew that he didn’t really know what to do with himself so you threw him a bone.

“Why don’t you go sit on the couch for me, baby?” He immediately followed your instruction, walking the ten paces to took to get from your front door to your couch. Satisfied by his obedience you called him ‘good boy’ that gave you a harsh sigh and a stuttered step in return. You were willing to call him good boy every second of every day if it got you that in return.

“Aww, you like it when I called you that?”

His eyes were wide and lips were parted when he nodded back at you, sitting incredibly straight on your couch. You stood in front of him and shook your head, disappointed with his response. “I need to hear you.”

“... yes.”

“That’s a good boy. You answer all of my questions when I ask them, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” his voice hoarse in response.

Your spine tingled at the new nickname he developed for you and your control almost faded away completely. But, you didn’t want to scare him away by pouncing on him so instead you settled for sitting gently on his lap, lining his hips with yours.

“This ok?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he repeated, his voice higher, whinier than before. The sound of it made you roll your hips against his and the jagged gasp he let out had you doing another and then another until he was heavy panting and his nails dug into the fabric of your couch.

“Sorry, pretty boy, you just look so good everytime I do it,” you huffed, unable to straighten out your breathing.

“I’it’s ok, ah,” his voice strained when you started grinding down on him harsher and more frantic. “F-fuuck, oh fuck. Stop, please I’m gonna, gonna cum, oh.”

“Already, baby?” Your hips stilled as you looked at him with curiosity. He nodded and you could tell by the way his jaw was dropped, eyes barely open, and neck completely flushed he was lying. He began to writhe under you, subconsciously looking for the friction that’ll have him finished. “But, you haven’t even touched me yet.”

“Can I,” he cut himself off, looking at the ceiling embarrassed.

“Can you what baby? Come on, use your words.”

“Can I eat you out?” he admitted, bringing his chin down so his eyes could search yours. His desperation grew when you didn’t respond to him right away. “Please, ma’am, wanna taste you so bad. Just wanna make you feel good, baby, please”

“Shh, of course you can, baby,” you muttered. Soon you were yelping when he picked you up to switch positions, setting you down on the couch with your ass to the very edge.

Without any other words, he kneeled down in front of you and fuck was it a sight to behold. He didn’t look up at you, all of his focus was on your legs as he rolled up your skirt with furrowed brows. You felt the scrap of teeth and a tug, realizing that behind the skirt pooled around your thighs was Poe, taking your panties off with his fucking teeth. He reappeared, panties between his teeth. He looked at your face and seductively took them out from between his teeth and settled them on the couch next to you before diving back in.

You inhaled sharply and cursed and the sudden ravaging against your cunt. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to eat you out because his tongue was lapping against your hole like a fucking dog and his nose dug into your clit. You lifted your skirt up enough to grab ahold of his hair and keep him at work tight against you.

“Fuck,” you groaned, “Good fucking boy, ugh, feels so good.” Your voice was deep and raw and the sound of it tagged him on further, making his lick and nudges harder. It didn’t take long for a spring to break in you and Poe clenched his nails into your thighs when you started shaking, trying to get him off you with the intensity of your orgasm.

Finally calming down, you used your grip on his head to manivuer him back so you could get a good look at him. You wished you could take a picture of him and frame it from the way he looked now. His hair unruly, face bright red, and chin completely damp with your essence was a sight to behold. His chest heaved from the air suddenly rushing back to his lungs.

You pull him up to sit next to you on the couch and you take apart his pants. He lifts his hips so you can pull down pants, boxers following. Soon his cock laid up against his stomch, bright red, leaking, and twitching like he was fighting off an orgasm. Unable to help yourself, you ran your finger nail up the underside of it. His hand darted forward to try and stop you, a hiss escaping his mouth.

“Uh uh, you let me touch what’s mine,” you tsked. When he let go of you and returned his hand to his side you hummed “that’s right,” before wrapping your fist around him.

Immediately, strings of fuck’s and oh god’s were piling out of his mouth. His hips were jerking along with your movements and precum dribbled onto your hand as a natural form of lubricant.

“Shit, I’m gonna c-cum, I’m gonna,” his rant cut off as you removed your hand away from him. He looked over at you with wild eyes like a puppy you just kicked.

“You only get to cum inside me, ok?” you were stern with your words and he had no other choice but to nod along with them.

You kicked your leg to the other side of him and brought your lap down to his, this time you were touching each other’s most intimate parts bare and the stimulation made Poe light headed. You knew Poe wouldn’t last long but you didn’t mind, completely satisfied with the orgasm he brought you earlier.

You reached under your dress where you two met and pulled his cock up, lefting your hip with it. You teased the tip over the slit of you, making him bunch the meat of your hip into his fist and whine. You swore you saw tears form in his eyes as he pleaded for you.

Breaking him from his misery, you slowly sid down his length. Thank you, thank you, thank you fell from his lips as he was consumed by you.

It would’ve been embarrassing for him if he could think about anything other than the warmth of your cunt. It only took five more ruts of your hips before his legs tighten, hips spasmed and hands flailing to different parts of you. You knew he was on the brink of cumming but for some reason he was denying himself. He was waiting for you.

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me.”

His eyebrows furrowed and abs tighten with the focus of hold himself off. “But, you haven’t.”

“It’s ok. Wanna feel you cum inside me. Can you do that for me? Can you cum for me baby?”

That last push was all he needed and soon enough he was whining out profanities and thank yous and he shook beneath you. You moaned at the feeling his hot cum coating you inside, at the way his eyes rolled back, at the way he choked on his breath. You gave it a few beats before you made a move to clean up.

“We should probably head back to my bed huh?” you said through the fit of giggles you found yourself in.

“Yeah,” he sighed, head resting against the back of the couch. “Just give me a minute.”

You got up from the couch, cum dripping down your leg, and extended your hand for him to take. “Come on, big guy, let’s get cleaned up.”

He followed your direction and eventually you ended up nice and clean, cuddling up in your bed. He looked over your shoulder at the alarm clock next to your bed and groaned. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot I had work at 5:00 am tomorrow,” he whined, and it being midnight meant that was in five hours.

“Don’t worry about that now. Just go to sleep and I’ll give you a ride, ok.” Very happy with the sentiment of your statement he drifted off to sleep. He didn’t even consider the inevitable questions Finn and Rey would have for him when you kissed him on the lips and told him to call you when he was off.

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cuttergauthier · 1 year

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Snowstorm

Female reader x Cole McWard

Warning: against, fluff, Cussing

word count: 2.3k

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I’m a senior at Ohio State, my younger brother Tyler plays on the hockey, while my twin brother Dylan plays for our rivals the Michigan Wolverines.

The boys decided to rent out a big ski cabin for the week since it was spring break, and they didn’t have any games. Since i was close with my brother and some of the guys, I was invited.

The house is only 4 hours away from Ohio everyone had already left earlier this morning, I told my brother I would meet them there since I had one exam left before spring break.

It was now noon, and I was finally done with my exam, it’s snowing outside there’s supposed to be a snowstorm starting later today, but I guess it started earlier.

I made the walk from the building to my car, I put my backpack in the trunk before getting in the driver-seat. When I tried starting my car, it wouldn’t start.

“No no no, not now” I mumbled to myself, why couldn’t this happen yesterday, so I could have asked one of the guys for a drive.

“for fuck sakes”

I took my phone and called Tyler. It rang twice before he answered.

“Hey sis, are you on the way?”He asked

I sighed

“Sorry Ty, I’m not going to be able to make it” i said sadly.

“What do you mean, you aren’t going to be able to make it?”

“I’m still on campus and my car won’t start, plus it’s already snowing pretty bad right now, so i’m just going to go order an uber and go to my apartment”

“I’m putting you on speaker”

“Y/n, i’m pretty sure Cole is still on campus, he also had an exam this morning, i can text him and ask, you guys could ride together “ Davis said

“Burnsy, you know Cole and I do not get along, he not going to want to give me a ride” i said seriously.

The first time i met him last year, he was an ass to me, yet he’s nice to everyone else, nothing changed, he’d insult me, tease me, make fun of me, you name it. I tried being nice to him, but what he says hurts so i gave up and started hating him.

“I can tell Cap to threaten him, so he won’t have a choice but to drive you, we all want you here” davis said

“Even if he says yes, it’s going to be hell being stuck in a car with him for 4 hours, especially when it’s snowing so it might take longer” i argued

“Look if you don’t want to that’s fine, but Davis is calling him right now” my brother said

“Fine” i sighed

“I told him where you were, he said he’d be there in like five minutes” davis said

“Thank you, i’ll see you guys soon” i said

“bye, love you sis” tyler said

“Love you to Ty” i said before hanging up. I put my phone in my pocket and waiting for Cole to get here.

A few minutes later he pulled up in the parking spot next to me.

I got out of my car and walked to the trunk to get my suitcase along with my backpack. Cole got out of his car and made his way to me, before he took my suitcase.

“Your car just had to stop working today didn’t it?” He said annoyed. I rolled my eyes before taking my backpack and making my way to the passenger door.

I locked my car, and a few seconds later cole got in the driver’s seat.

“Do you have everything? I’m not turning around once we get on the road” he said looking at me

“I have everything” i said before turning my head and looking at the snow falling.

Cole sighed before backing out of the parking space and started to drive to the location Jake Wise the captain had sent everyone.

It was awkward and silence, neither of us were talking, the only sound was the music playing softly in the background. The snowstorm was getting worse and i was worried we might not make it there.

I started getting nervous the road are getting pretty bad and were only an hour in the 4 hour drive. I couldn’t stop shaking my leg, it usually happens when i get nervous.

“Can you stop that?” Cole asked annoyed, i turned to look at him confused.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything”

“Stop shaking your leg, it’s annoying” he snapped.

“I’m sorry okay the roads are getting pretty bad right now and it’s stressing me out” i snapped back.

“What, you don’t trust my driving?” He teased

“That’s not it, the roads are already bad, and were only 1 hours in, it’s only going to get worse”

“Well it’s to late to turn around now”

“Can we stop somewhere?” I asked looking at him, i really don’t want to stay on the road when there’s a chance we could get in an accident.

“No”

“Cole please? The road aren’t going to get any better and i don’t want us to get in an accident” i pleaded.

“ we aren’t going to get in an accident” he said sending me an annoyed look before looking back at the road.

I stayed quiet until i saw a sign saying there was a hotel at the next exit, i really didn’t want to stay the night alone with him, but it’s better than driving in a storm.

“Look, there’s a hotel at the next exit, can we please stop for the night? Staying on the road is starting to scare me.” I begged and he looked at me for a second before looking back at the road.

“For fuck sakes, fine” he sighed he said before taking the exit, he turned into the hotel’s parking lot, found a spot and parked. I hope there’s more than one room available i don’t want to be stuck in the same room all night with him and the parking lot was packed of cars.

We took off our seat belts and got out of the car, Cole opened the trunk and handed me my suitcase before taking his and closing the trunk.

The snow was pretty bad, and it was freezing.

“They better have a lot of rooms left, there’s no way i’m going to be stuck in the same room as you.” He said

“The feelings mutual” i said rolling my eyes.

We made our way inside and to the front desk. The lady at the desk smiled at us.

“Hey, are you guys here to check in?” She asked

“No, we were on our way out of town but the roads are pretty bad so we thought it would be safer to stop for the night, is there any chance there’s two rooms available?” Cole said nicely.

He’s always nice to anyone but me.

“Let me check” she answered before typing in the computer.

“I’m sorry but it looks like we only have one room left with a king bed, there is also a couch, were pretty busy since spring break is starting” she said

“That’s fine we’ll take it” Cole said.

She nodded before taking his information and giving us the keys to the room.

“Enjoy your stay” she smiled

“Thank you” we both said before making our way to the elevator.

It was quiet until we got to our room, once we got in Cole turned to look at me “ you’re sleeping on the couch” he said and i rolled my eyes.

I’m not surprised.

“Yeah whatever, i’m going to call my brother and tell him we won’t be there today” i sighed annoyed.

Tyler answered after the first ring.

“Hey, where are you guys now?” He asked

“We stopped at a hotel, the roads were pretty bad, so we’ll get back on the road tomorrow once the storm clears” i told him

“Okay, i’m glad, i want you to be safe, call me tomorrow before you get back on the road, and let me know if Cole is being an ass to you, i’ll tell Jake” he said making me chuckle

“I will, love you”

“Love you to sis”

Once i hung up i saw cole was already laying in bed searching for something to watch on the tv. I made my way to the closet to see if there was any spare blankets that i can use to sleep on the couch tonight.

Thankfully there’s a pillow and a small blanket, so I hope i’m not freezing, it’s already cold.

I got them out and put them on the couch. And went to my suitcase so i could grab my ohio state hoodie and some legging, i usually sleep in shorts but it’s to cold to do that here plus I wanted to get comfy since it was only 3 p.m.

I made my way to the bathroom to change out of my top and jeans. Once i was done, i got out and put my stuff in my suitcase before sitting down on the couch and going on my phone.

Cole had found some hockey highlights on the tv , so he was watching that.

I texter my brother Dylan, Michigan has a game tonight so i thought i would wish him luck before i forgot.

I was starving so I grabbed the room key and put on my shoes, Cole looked at me confused.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Downstairs to the restaurant, I’m starving” i said

“I’m coming to, i could eat” he said before he put on his shoes and met me at the door.

I rolled my eyes and we made our way to the restaurant.

There was already a bunch of people here so we thought we would order and eat in our room.

Thankfully our food didn’t take long so we made our way back to our room.

I sat back down on the couch while Cole went to the bed.

I started eating, the food is really good.

Once i was done i went to throw out the rest and went back to sitting on the couch. I looked up at Cole to see him watching the hockey highlights again.

“Hey um, thanks for stopping here for the night, it really didn’t feel safe to stay on the road” i said shyly, i really didn’t want him to argue with me.

All he did was nod. The reste of the night was pretty much the same, it was quiet, we weren’t talking to each other so at around 10 we both went to sleep, except i couldn’t fall asleep since it was so cold and the couch wasn’t comfy, my teeth are grinding together and i was practically shaking as i was wrapped up in the blanket.

“Why the hell aren’t you sleeping? I’m exhausted & i won’t be able to sleep if you keep grinding your teeth” Cole asked annoyed

“It’s not my fault it’s freezing in here”

He turned the lamp on and got out of bed to check the thermostat.

“It’s 76 in here, it shouldn’t be cold” he said

“What?” I got up and checked it myself and he wasn’t lying.

“For fuck sakes, it’s probably broken” i said, cole looked at me.

“Jeez you’re literally shaking” he said

“Yeah, well I’m literally freezing”

“Get in the bed, if you stay on the couch you might actually get hypothermia, and i don’t want to have to explain that to your brother” he said

I made my way to the other side of the bed and got under the covers and faced the wall. The other side of the bed dipped, cole got under the covers turned to face my back, next thing i know he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest.

“What are you doing?” I asked confused

“You’re freezing, just shut up and let me help okay?” He said

I started to feel the warmth of his body making me stop shivering.

“Thank you” i whispered

“Don’t mention it” he whispered back.

Now i couldn’t sleep because the guy that doesn’t like me is so close to me. I always thought he was good looking and had a crush on him, but i think this is the first time he’s been nice to me since the 2 years i’ve known him.

“I can feel the wheels turning in your head” he said softly.

“Why do you hate me?” I asked

i felt him go steady. I turned around in his arms, my cheek was now against his chest.

It took him a minute before he started talking.

“I don’t hate you, when i first met you, i thought you were the prettiest girl i’d ever seen, but i never thought you go for me, so it was easier for me to pretend i didn’t like you at all”

“Do you still think i’m pretty?”

“You’re even prettier now” he said making me chuckle.

“I’ve always had a crush on you to, but i thought you didn’t like me so i never told anyone, even thought my brother and davis usually tease me about having a crush on you”

“Really?”

“Yeah”

“So if i ask you out, would you say yes? Even now after i was mean to you?” He asked

“Yeah, everyone deserves a second chance.” I said softly. He smiled and kissed my forehead.

“get some sleep, well talk more in the morning, i promise.” He whispered and i nodded and closed my eyes.

Before i fell asleep I heard Cole whisper “you’re always going to be the prettiest girl in the world to me, I really hope you give me a chance”

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [04]

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Violet Manor

Subaru: We’re here. Get in.

Yui: Eh? But...Subaru-kun, this is...

Subaru: No buts, just go. God. Don’t take forever.

Yui: O-Okay. I understand...

ー Yui enters the kitchen

Yui: ( I wonder why he took me here? )

Kou: Ahー There she is. Welcome!

Laito: Oh? You actually brought her here.

Azusa: We’ve been waiting for you...I’m glad to see you here...

Yui: What brings you all here?

Kou: What do you mean? Do people do other things in a kitchen besides cook?

Azusa: We’re getting everything ready for a welcome party...And we’d like you to help us out with the cooking...

Yui: A welcome party...? Will we have visitors over?

Kou: Of course not! Your welcome party, duh!

Laito: We feel really bad for what we did, you see? Sorry for throwing you into a cell out of the blue.

This party is meant to welcome you, as well as serve as an apology.

Kou: Carla-kun told us to do this so don’t worry. We’re not acting without permission.

Laito: That being said, we aren’t exactly great cooks, so even though you’re the guest of honor, we’d like to ask for your help.

Yui: Well...

( I honestly didn’t think they’d do such a thing for me... )

( They’re holding a welcome party for me. )

( Subaru-kun is... )

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( Not in the best of moods, as I figured. I wonder if he’s against the idea? He was completely enraged yesterday after all. )

( No, I shouldn’t keep thinking so negatively. I might as well take them up on their offer. )

I’ll gladly help out. Let’s put together a delicious feast, okay?

Kou: Thank god!

Laito: It’d be boring to have a bunch of guys flock together in the kitchen.

We’re very happy to have you help out.

Azusa: Yeah, I feel relieved...

Yui: ( Now that you mention it, none of them are particularly skilled in the kitchen. )

*Cling*

Kou: Here you go. Use this to cut up the ingredients, okay?

*Cling*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Oi, don’t get distracted! ...What if you cut your finger?”

“Stop starin’ at me! Is it that funny to watch me cook!?”

Yui: Hey, how did you cook your meals up till now?

Kou: Well, the four of us did try to work together.

But Laito would always dip at one point or another and both Azusa-kun and I are better at eating food than preparing it...

Subaru-kun would pull through till the end despite all his complaints but to be honest, the meals he made were never ones to write home about...

Subaru: I’m sorry it tasted like shit! Maybe make it yourself then!

Kou: Just kidding~ We’re counting on you, so continue to try your best for us, okay~?

Subaru: Fuck off, I’ll kill you.

Yui: Fufu...Subaru-kun always takes care of those around him, doesn’t he?

Kou: Even though he’s the baby of the family~

Laito: Such a good boy he is.

Azusa: Subaru is...a nice guy...

Subaru: You shitheads really need to just shut up! Eve, don’t you dare laugh either!!

Selection

→ I thought it was cute (🖤)

Yui: Uhm, it’s cu...

Subaru: Aah!?

Yui: ( I guess he’ll get mad if I admit to finding it cute. )

Subaru: ...What?

Yui: I’m sorry, it’s nothing.

→ Genuinely apologize (♡)

Yui: I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. I couldn’t help myself...

Subaru: Apologizing won’t fix it.

Yui: R-Right.

Subaru: Oi, don’t look so serious. I’m not mad or anything.

Kou: Subaru-kun’s really nice despite his potty mouthー

Yui: ( He’s always looking out for those around him despite being somewhat of a lone wolf. )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( ...I feel a bit better after laughing. The atmosphere isn’t as awkward as it was yesterday. )

Subaru-kun. I’ll lend you a hand, so let’s try our hardest together?

Subaru: Che...Fine, whatever.

Then pass those to me once you’ve cut them.

Yui: S-Sure.

*Chop*

Yui: ...Hey, Subaru-kun. Does this look good in terms of size?

Subaru: Ah? Ahー...I guess? Why are you asking me?

Yui: Eh? I mean, because you said that you’ve done most of the cooking up till now...

Subaru: But you’re the better cook, aren’t you?

...Besides, the stuff you make tastes better than mine as well.

Yui: ( Eh...? What did he say just now...? )

( Did he say it tastes delicious? Even though I haven’t cooked at all since I came here. )

( Are here memories coming back, perhaps...? )

Hey, Subaru-kun. How do you know what my cooking is like?

Subaru: ...Hah?

Yui: I mean, you just said that I’m the better cook...

Subaru: ...

No...I said it on a whim. I just imagine it’s better, no need to read into it.

Laito: Ah, are you perhaps sweet talking her to win Eve over?

Kou: Eh? Is that so!? You’re a clever strategist, Subaru-kun~

Subaru: Don’t be ridiculous! You guys should move your hands instead of your mouths!

Azusa: Exactly...Carla might get mad at us...if we don’t get everything ready on time...

Laito: I’m so sick and tired of that guy lecturing me. I’ll take this seriously even though it’s a drag.

Kou: Good point. We’re counting on you, Eve!

Yui: Then, could you tell me what we’re making today?

Kou: Sure~

Laito: Can’t you make everything while you’re at it? I doubt we’ll be of much help anyway.

Subaru: We’re not doing that. Oi, Laito. Don’t you dare sleep on the job today.

Azusa: Eve...I look forward to cooking with you...

Monologue

The four of us peacefully,

prepared the welcome party.

While spending time like this,

the strange situation currently taking place,

almost seemed to not exist at all.

Fake memories and incorrect family relationships.

Even so, it was fun,

to all cook together.

Since I was still unfamiliar with the kitchen,

things did not always go as planned.

However, we somehow managed to finish the dishes,

as the welcome party started without too much trouble.

After cleaning up the beautiful kitchen,

we headed for the dining room.

Since we were done with all the preparations,

Azusa-kun went to Carla-san’s room,

to go get him.

ー The scene shifts to the dining lounge

Carla: Everyone is here?

Azusa: Yeah, we are...

Carla: The food looks rather delicious as well.

Laito: Pretty unfair how you leave everything up to us when it comes to these kinds of things.

Carla: You want me to cook? I have always left such small household chores in your hands.

Kou: Ehー? I’m pretty sure it’s more accurate to say that you’re forcing them onto us...?

Azusa: Carla is taking command in this fight...So I am sure he has...a lot on his head already...

Kou: You’re right, Azusa-kun. I know.

Laito: Carla loves to make it difficult on himself, huh? Having to fight for the title of Supreme Overlord just sounds like a lot of trouble, doesn’t it?

Carla: Since I am the first-born of this family, it is my duty to lead and protect you.

Furthermore, there is not a single person in this World more fit for the title of Supreme Overlord.

Kou: Carla does seem like the perfect fit since he loves to be in charge, so I guess it works out in that sense.

Laito: I guess you could say he’s just the right person for the job?

Yui: ( Carla-san is everyone’s older brother...Something really does seem terribly off about this family make-up. )

( I wonder if the others really don’t remember anything about their real brothers? )

( Especially Carla-san, being a Founder, he is different from the others who are Vampires... )

( However, they were so kind to organize such a lovely welcome party for me. )

( Right now, I’ll show my gratitude and accept the sentiment. )

( ...Huh? The ring around my napkin has been decorated with a cute flower. )

( The others’ napkins don’t have anything of such sort, so did somebody put it on there for me? )

( I guess it’s part of welcoming me into the house? That makes me very happy. )

( I suppose it shows that they’re trying to be considerate of me? )

*TIMESKIP*

Carla: Well then, now that the banquet has started, I would like to share a couple of words. Eveーー

Yui: Yes, what is the matter?

Carla: Please forgive my previous crude behavior.

Yui: Eh...?

( I can’t believe he’s apologizing to me. Why...? )

Carla: You are necessary to our family. I would like to welcome you once more as our visitor.

Yui: ...

( Necessary...Because I’m Eve pretty much, right? )

( Rather than locking me up inside a prison cell and forcing me to cooperate with their plans. )

( Are they perhaps trying to win me over so I’ll willingly become their ally? )

( All so Carla-san can become the Supreme Overlord. )

( If that’s the case...I’m not sure how to feel about it. )

( I’m pretty sure that’s the reason why they organized this welcome party for me as well. )

( But when I look at everyone’s happy faces, I can’t just flat-out reject them, can I? )

( For now, I’ll just genuinely show my gratitude for their efforts... )

( No matter what kind of ulterior motives they may have... )

*Cling*

Kou: Azusa-kun, if you won’t finish your plate, I’ll take it~

Azusa: Ah...

Kou: Ehehe~ I ate it.

Yui: ( Ah, Kou-kun stole one of Azusa-kun’s sides. )

Subaru: Oi, Kou! How many times do I have to tell you to stop takin’ food from others!? Do somethin’ ‘bout that bad habit of yours already!

Laito: Don’t you need to stop them? It creates some ambiance, but it’s hard to enjoy my meal in peace like this.

Carla: Not my problem. Let them do that.

Laito: No, I’m pretty sure you should stop them?

Carla: It is not up to me to tell them how they should go about having their meal. Just ignore them until they’ve had their fun.

Subaru: They just have shit manners, no...?

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure Ruki-kun would stop them... )

( Carla-san always struck me as the type of person who’d be very strict about etiquette, but I guess he’s surprisingly lax in that regard? )

( I guess it’s because he was never that type of person? )

( Or perhaps it’s because Kou-kun and Azusa-kun aren’t his real brothers? I’m not sure which it is. )

Kou: I don’t mind behaving if you share some of your sides with me, Laito-kun?

Laito: ...Actually, I can tell by the look on Subaru-kun’s face that he’s simply dying to share his food with his older brothers.

Subaru: I’m not! Why me...?

Azusa: ...Subaru.

Subaru: ...Guh. Those puppy eyes won’t work on me.

Yui: Fufu. Kou-kun, Azusa-kun. If you’d like, you can have mine?

Azusa: Eh? Are you sure...? You’re such a kind girl, aren’t you...?

Kou: Hooray!

Subaru: Oi, don’t spoil them too much.

Carla: Are you sure, Eve? You are the guest of honor tonight.

Yui: Yes, I’ve already eaten plenty after all.

Carla: I see. You can do as you please then.

Kou: Thanks, Eve!

Azusa: I’m happy...Thank you...

Yui: You’re welcome. Honestly, it was worth making all of this now that I see all of you enjoying it so much.

( Even though the families have gotten jumbled up alongside their lost memories... )

( I guess things are going rather smoothly right now? )

Monologue

I do not think things should stay like this.

However, for now, I want to treasure,

this moment of peace.

While watching everyone,

interact in a friendly and peaceful manor,

the loneliness I feel inside becomes somewhat more bearable as well.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #clsubaru3

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skymaiden32 · 7 months

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Mind Over Matter

Read on AO3 here

Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to get alerts when I update or post new stories.)

Thundertober Day 13: Laboratory

Brains really needs to get out of his lab and eat something.

Continuity: TOS

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Meals on Tracy Island had two distinct flavourings. Either it was calm and collected, or it was complete chaos, depending on the moods of the household members. The Tracy family didn’t do things by halves either, so it was all or nothing. So when it had been nothing but family shenanigans and near food fights, courtesy of Gordon and Alan, for the past few days, it came as no surprise that a certain engineer had taken to barricading himself in his lab, and hadn’t come out for anything except to sleep. He’d even refused to have meals at all, even if it was in the lab.

Brains was quiet and reserved by nature, and had spent his childhood as an orphan and only child, so it was no surprise that the rowdiness typical of five brothers who’d grown up together would set him on edge. Even so, the engineer was usually quite good at making sure he took care of himself. The fact he wasn’t eating at all… It worried everyone.

Which was why Tin-Tin was currently standing outside the lab, holding a freshly prepared, red-hot plate of food, courtesy of Grandma Tracy. She gently rapped on the door, frowning when she didn’t hear anything from the other side. “Brains?” She asked, knocking on the door again. “I’ve got some dinner for you.”

This time, she did receive an answer. “N-No thanks, Tin-Tin. I’m not r-really that hungry.” Brains answered. “Besides, I’ve g-got far too much work to do…”

Tin-Tin rolled her eyes. That had been his excuse since he’d locked himself in there. She wouldn’t take it this time. “Oh, but Brains, you haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast yesterday. It will only take you about twenty minutes to eat this, and you can get straight back to work if that’s what you’re worried about. And you of all people should know what happens if you don’t…” She tried.

“I h-have eaten, Tin-Tin!” Brains replied, perhaps a little harsher than he’d intended. The door still wasn’t open.

“No you haven’t.” She stated simply. “You haven’t joined us, and Grandma Tracy and my father would know if you’d eaten straight from the fridge.” Silence hung in the air. “Please, Brains. We’re all worried about you…”

It took a few long moments for her to finally hear footsteps walk in the direction of the lab entrance. The door swung open, revealing the tired and gaunt face of International Rescue’s engineer. “Oh, Brains…” Tin-Tin covered her mouth with her hand, gasping. She had no idea he’d look this bad. “Why didn’t you…?”

“I couldn’t f-face them like this, Tin-Tin…” His statement caught her off guard. “N-Not after what happened…” Brains sighed, gently taking the plate from his friend and assistant.

The puzzle pieces clicked into place. “Brains, we thought this was about-”

“About Gordon a-and Alan’s behaviour at meals o-over the past few days?” Brains asked, a sad smile on his face. “It would n-never be about s-something like that. I-I love eating with e-everyone. It’s just…”

Tin-Tin’s mind flew back to that day four days ago. The boys had been using a piece of new equipment out in a forest fire. She didn’t know the full story; she’d never been able to wrestle it out of any of the Tracy’s. All she did know was that Gordon had almost died, and his brothers had been beside themselves with worry. The aquanaut was just coping the way he always did; by laughing and goofing off with his little brother. And now that he’d said it himself, Brains’ behaviour also made a lot more sense. As did his self-issued banishment to the lab. Whatever the fault in that equipment was, he was determined to fix it for good. And he was pushing himself away from the others out of guilt…

“It wasn’t your fault Brains.” She promised, cutting him off as he opened his mouth to argue. “It wasn’t. I don’t blame you, Gordon doesn’t blame you, and his family doesn’t blame you.” She smiled, gesturing to the plate of food. “Now eat up, get some sleep and shave a little bit. Mr Tracy wants to see you in the morning.”

Brains watched as his friend walked off back to her room, still stunned after the pep-talk he’d received. She was right of course. When it came to this sort of thing, she always was. He looked down at the food on his plate. Grandma Tracy had made his favourite. He smiled, closing the door once again and began to dig into his meal.

“Thank you…” He breathed out to no-one in particular. Yes, he was truly home. Despite being separated from them all, in that moment he truly felt like part of the team. A member of the family. And he’d never doubt their faith in him again.

#thunderfam #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #tin tin kyrano #brains thunderbirds #sky writes stuff #thundertober #thundertober 2023

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smartycvnt · 10 months

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Annoying

Title: Annoying Pairing: Jamie Hayter x Reader Prompt: 9. "I could kill you." "Or you could always just kiss me." R WC: 765

"Ugh, it's so sunny out here. Why did we have to go today?" Jamie complained as Y/n dragged her across the lake shore. It wasn't often that they both had time away from their respective jobs, and Y/n wanted to show Jamie a good time. Jamie had been so upset since losing her title that Y/n had to do something. There was only so much of Jamie's angry training and crying showers that Y/n could take.

"Because you got back yesterday and I leave tomorrow. We haven't been out for weeks Jamie, please let me have this," Y/n pouted and pleaded with Jamie. Jamie swore under her breath as she let Y/n lead her closer to the water. Swimming was fun, but Jamie hadn't been in the mood for fun lately. She wanted to get back in the ring to take back her title, but Y/n seemingly had other plans. She let Jamie set up their chairs and umbrellas in a shaded area. Jamie laid right down in one of the lounge chairs while Y/n stripped off her shorts and t-shirt. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a nap. Go on, do whatever you were planning on," Jamie said as she covered her face with a sunhat. Y/n sighed and ran off to play in the water. It wasn't nearly as much fun as she remembered, but then again, Jamie had been happy and in a good mood then. Y/n knew Jamie could be a bit of a sourpuss, but this was taking it to a new height. Y/n gave Jamie a good hour to keep acting all moody before she started to actively get Jamie in the water or down to play in the same with her.

The first attempt had been brushed off as Y/n laid her very wet body next to Jamie's and cuddled her. Jamie simply turned over and ignored Y/n until the woman sulked off to form a new plan. Y/n felt almost like a cartoon character with all the ridiculous things she was attempting to get Jamie off of that stupid chair. None of them were working. Jamie simply threw her now-wet shirt at Y/n whenever Y/n had kicked sand towards her and told her to get up. The children that Y/n paid to go bother Jamie had been scared off whenever the Brit yelled at them. Nothing was working, and Y/n was on the verge of giving up when she accidentally tripped and fell onto Jamie's legs.

"Oh my fucking god, you are so annoying! I didn't want to come to the beach with you today, but I went anyways. Can you please leave me alone for five minutes before I fucking kill you?" Jamie shouted as she shoved Y/n off of the chair. Y/n looked away and tried to blink away the tears from being yelled at, but it was no use.

"I just wanted us to spend some time together," Y/n murmured. Jamie softened a little at how small and quiet Y/n's voice had gotten. They'd been fighting so much lately that Jamie had expected to be met with the same level of aggression. It was clear now that Y/n had been struggling just as much as Jamie had, but unlike Jamie, Y/n tried to do something nice and fun for the two of them.

"Hey I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, it's just that I've been having a hard time lately. I don't know how to handle my loss, and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have done that," Jamie said softly as she sat down next to Y/n in the sand.

"I could kill you for making me cry in public," Y/n muttered angrily. Jamie nudged Y/n with her forehead and pressed a small kiss to Y/n's cheek.

"Or you could always just kiss me. I like that idea much better," Jamie said hopefully. She would know how badly she had fucked up based on whether or not Y/n kissed her. Jamie held her breath as she waited for Y/n to make a move. Just when Jamie was about to give up and call it a day, Y/n pressed a kiss to the corner of Jamie's mouth. It wasn't a direct kiss, which meant Jamie wasn't completely forgiven, but it was a start. "Why don't we go for a swim? It's pretty hot up here and I could cool off."

#my writing #jamie hayter x reader #jamie hayter #aew x reader #aew

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owwi · 9 months

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The youtube shorts arg got me so now here’s just a bit of theorizing and a timeline because. well bored + the fixation is strong with this one

The following contains spoilers for the recent uploads, so I recommend only going if you know the basics, don’t care about it or just wanna see it.

So. If you haven’t been keeping up, here’s a rough idea.

Starting on around July 16th, 5 shorts YouTubers began to post shorts with weird glitch things, randomly popping into each other’s. QR codes also started to show up, with someone wearing a purge mask whoabsolutely fucking hates the YouTube shorts (and maybe also normal shorts). And naturally they wanna get rid of them. We also get introduced to a company called CLONEVPN, which seems to be connected to the one just mentioned and is sending these youtubers clones after they agree to a sponsorship.

The most common crossover involved Riggy from Danno Cal, who notably seems to be one of the two who actually knew that hey maybe he shouldn’t be in other videos! The other being RoyalPear. However, RaZer makes a short saying that he needs help to build a new computer, since his is causing these problems (spoiler alert: ITS NOT IT BRO-)

A new video was released for the QR codes as well, known as Rebirth. This shows the cloning process and it works for a bit, with only two unsuccessful clones, being of Joe Caine, who presumably is just too cool for it, and Riggy, who’s cloning process struggles and ends up making a more blue version of him that notably seems to just be a rabbit. Below are the two. Note how Clone Riggy (Picture 1) has a more vibrant color pallet, no eye color, a crumpled up paper border, and, most notably, lacks the tail that indicates him to me a Runkey. This indicates the cloning process just made him a rabbit. Meanwhile, Riggy (photo 2) is a less turned up shade of blue and red, has the green eyes, a grid paper outline, and of course, the tail.

We didn’t know what this would do until yesterday or the day before, when Jonny RaZer began a stream, ending with his presumed death by clone (also everyone tried to get the clone to eat the thermal paste but it failed). Other videos soon followed from almost all channels listed in the tags, the two exceptions being RoyalPear, who was marked as replaced by a new pfp and avatar they use to represent themself (became a more crudely drawn Tropius). The other is Joe Caine, who is the only one that I know of who never accepted. If not please let me know-

We also got a website! Clonevpn.com, which has a few pages and a spot to enter your email. As of now, I cannot find any hidden pages, but we have been getting codes, so it’s a matter of time.

Okay. That’s the rough timeline. I reccomend watching because I did NOT watch the streams in full. Seriously, go watch if you haven’t.

Now to some theory stuff!

So, Jonny is gonna do a r/place stream, and I bet they might make a QR code. Maybe to the website! Or we might find new links. It’s not much, but it’s gonna be a domino? And… hey! Mayhe thay’ll give us a new hint. Point is, that r/place stuff is something to watch, since we’ll maybe get an idea as to what the hell the clone has been doing.

In addition, it seems implied that both Riggy AND RoyalPear are currently alive, but not well. RoyalPear in particular is not having a good time and it seems the clone replacing him only has a few days to live and prove itself. So, expect something there in a few days! Probably a secret video, likely of the clone getting taken out. Or we might see something to do with Joe, since he’s the only one who is currently known to own his channel.

I gotta be honest, of all of these guys, I don’t watch much bundun. But he does seem to be similar to Riggy, as he IS implied to currently be alive! As of today, he has appeared in the channel’s respective clonevpn sponsorship, and thus, I expect to see him again. He hasn’t showed up nearly as much as the others, but the fact he is ALIVE is a good sign for him, and I wouldn’t be surprised if him and Riggy might team up or something.

Finally, the main theory one. JOE CAINE. Yes that name is a bit… y’know, certain thing sounds, but Joe is actually an interesting case to me. He is one of the few who hasn’t released a clonevpn sponsor, and also has not shown any sign of being replaced. However, his computer IS mentioned to be glitching out and being slow (sound familiar?) and also his… voice being weird? There’s heavy implications that if another creator is present in the short, he is voicing them?? So, that’s a thing.

Also, he can’t be cloned, and I have a small theory. Joe is already a clone. Think like this: Clones are likely harder to clone than things that aren’t clones. In addition, his appearance is based off of Harold, the grandpa meme dude. So, he could theoretically be a clone of that meme, though not Harold since I don’t think we should bring people who aren’t participating into this without them knowing. Plus, the whole voicing thing. If your a clone, maybe you can imitate other voices. It’s a bit far fetched, but this was fun to right. However, there’s one problem. As of soeeddunning shorts 113, we see he has received a sponsorship offer, and I don’t think they’d be after him if he was a clone. However, if he’s not doing what he should… there’s a chance? Either way I expect

tldr: Jonny is dead, Riggy and bundun teamup, Phaluer was not included because I have no clue where he fits in yet, Joe MIGHT be a clone we’re still figuring it out, and RoyalPear is double doomed. also thanks for reading this mess of thought soup, and make sure to take a look for yourself.

EDIT: This was made before we got confirmation Jonny was alive, sorry bout that. most of the above seems to apply still. Might make a new post tommorow okay thanks again!

#youtube shorts arg #clone vpn #Jonny RaZer #Joe Caine #RoyalPear #and of course #Riggy the Runkey #also #Bundun #forgot at first #YouTube shorts theory #idk what else to say #this was fun #I made this because the joe Caine stuff made me think #okay anyways

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 10 months

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A Little Extra Sugar

austin butler x reader | 🍋 - lemonade

tw: none, this is Soft! || word count: 1.5k || rating: Pg

A/N: 2023 mila = making austin a himbo apparently LMAO. anywayyy, this turned out a lot cuter than i was expecting so i hope y'all enjoy it! 💕

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When your little cousin blasted through the front doors yesterday afternoon with the ambitious idea of starting a lemonade stand, you couldn’t be happier to help her. But you didn’t realize that you were also agreeing to help her work the lemonade stand. All day long. In the California summer heat.

Nevertheless, there you are standing beside her squeezing lemons and stirring sugar. You can hardly believe that you’re spending your Saturday selling $2 lemonades. But seeing how happy your cousin is, you’re glad to help. The sour aroma of freshly squeezed lemons fills the humid summer air as you turn a lemon on top of the juicer. As you turn to toss the empty lemon into the trashcan, a familiar voice captures your attention.

“Well, what have we here?”

Your head snaps up to see your neighbor, Austin, approaching the stand. Your heart jumps into your throat with anticipation. You’ve had a crush on Austin for a long time now but you aren’t sure how to tell him. When he flashes his handsome smile, you avert your gaze to hide your smile.

“Hi Austin!” your cousin shouts excitedly. “We’re selling lemonade. It’s two dollars for a cup. Do you want some?”

Your heart warms as Austin crouches down to get on eye level with your cousin. The corners of his mouth crease as he grins sweetly.

“I’d love a cup. Can you put in some extra sugar?”

“Of course! But it’ll cost you,” your cousin replies matter-of-factly.

Austin’s deep, full laugh is contagious and you smile. Your cheeks ache with admiration for him.

“Well, okay then,” Austin nods.

Your cousin claps happily, spooning some extra sugar into the cup. When Austin’s bright, sparkling blue eyes center on yours, you can practically feel your heart beating into your throat. Your cheeks feel hot so you clear your throat to dispel some of the tension.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says in his usual husky tone. “How're you doing?”

“Good,” you reply nervously. “Happy you made it over when you did. We’re selling out pretty fast.”

“Really? How much have you made so far?”

“One hundred dollars!” your cousin answers as she pushes Austin’s glass across the table.

Austin’s eyes widen and he looks to you for confirmation. With a shrug, you nod. Your cousin was correct. Per her suggestion, you had chosen a very busy street. But the number of customers had surpassed your expectations by far.

“Shrewd businesswoman right here,” you say, tossing your head toward your cousin.

“Yeah…no kidding,” he muses with a chuckle.

“Four dollars please, Mr. Butler,” your cousin interrupts.

“Four? I thought you said it was two?” Austin sputters.

“It is but you wanted extra sugar. I told you it would cost you. It’s an upcharge,” your cousin replies with a nonchalant shrug.

Austin glances at you again, mouthing the word “upcharge” incredulously. You stifle a giggle and shake your head.

“Four dollars…okay…”

Austin fumbles around in his wallet, coming out with two dollars and a few odd cents. His eyebrows furrowed, he peers up at your cousin.

“I…don’t think I have cash for that. I don’t really carry it anymore. You don’t happen to take card…do you?”

You bite your lip but are unable to stop the laugh that escapes your throat. Austin chuckles nervously, his cheeks growing redder by the second.

“Right, of course not. I guess, uh…”

Austin reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. You admire the way he tilts his head ever so slightly, the way the veins in his neck pulse when he does so. You clear your throat and then turn toward your cousin.

“Well, there might be another way you could pay for your lemonade,” you suggest with a quirked eyebrow.

The corner of Austin’s mouth twitches up into a small smirk.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“You could help us behind the counter,” you respond. “We’ve been a little slow on making new batches of lemonade because it takes us so long to squeeze the lemons. We could use a big strong man to do it for us.”

A full grin breaks across Austin’s face and he nods. Although you wonder why he’s wearing a sweatshirt in 90 degree heat, you admire the way Austin’s forearms and fingers flex as he rolls up the sleeves of the sweatshirt.

“I’d be honored to lend my services,” he says. “Make some room and let’s get down to business.”

Over the next couple of hours, customer after customer approaches your tiny stand. You would never take all of the credit, but you have to hand it to yourself. Your marketing skills are clearly superior thanks to the beautiful sign you’d made to clip on top of the stand which advertised cool and refreshing $2 lemonades.

With Austin efficiently squeezing lemons on the table behind you, the stand always had a fresh brew of lemonade ready for the next customers. Your cousin mixes in the sugar and does the haggling while you fill the cups and take payment from the customers. It’s surprising how many customers have offered to pay a little extra. Your cousin’s tough bartering skills and sweet face are obviously a good selling point.

Each time Austin hands you a fresh pitcher of lemonade, your heart pounds, especially when your fingers gently brush against his. With your backs to each other, you didn’t have much of an opportunity to make small talk, but just his presence alone was enough to make your palms sweaty.

During a particularly busy rush, you run into a slight problem. Busy hurriedly filling cups, you barely hear Austin’s stressed call for help from behind you.

“Uh…we’re out of lemons!” he shouts.

“No, we shouldn’t be,” you reply, glancing at him over your shoulder.

“Well, this box is definitely empty.”

He picks up the box of lemons and tips it upside down. Nothing falls out, proving that it is, in fact, empty.

“Oh, well we have others down there,” you gesture, admittedly vaguely, to a place underneath the tablecloth.

“Where?” Austin asks confusedly.

“Down there. Under the tablecloth.”

You gesture again, but with one hand still busy filling cups for the customers, you can’t do much better. You return to filling the cups, passing them to your cousin as quickly as possible. You can hear Austin rummaging around behind you but it doesn’t sound like he’s doing very well.

“Where? I can’t find them,” he says.

You sigh frustratedly. How can he not see them?

“Hold on. I’ll find the-”

You’re in the middle of mumbling your reply when you turn around to help him find the lemons. Unfortunately, Austin had decided to turn around at the exact same moment with a similar idea. You crash into his chest. Your feet stumble and falter. You can feel your body tipping forward, but there’s nothing you can do to stop yourself as you teeters over on top of Austin. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the impact. You can hear the groan escape Austin’s lips as his back smashes onto the grass below him. You mutter an “ow”.

When you open your eyes, your body goes rigid. You’re laying on top of Austin, your hands on his heaving chest, your faces aligned, your lips hovering just inches apart. You know you should move and get off of him, but you can’t bring yourself to. You like the feeling of laying on his chest, of being this close to one another. You gulp as Austin’s eyes search your face and finally land on your lips. Suddenly, his head bobs upward and he presses his lips to yours. Your eyes widen in surprise, your body too stunned to return the kiss. As he lays his head back down, a small smile begins to spread across your face. As your body defrosts from its shocked numbness, you lower your head and give him a sweet peck on the lips. His hand snakes up into your hair, keeping your mouth firmly attached to his.

You pull apart to the sounds of wolf whistles and cheering. Feeling the heat flood into your cheeks, you bury your head in Austin’s shoulder. His finger hooks underneath your chin, lifting your gaze to his. A sweet smile plays at his lips. He winks and you giggle. Your eyes flick down to his lips again and you move to kiss him one more time.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” your cousin’s shrill voice put a stop to your actions. You both glance up to see her with her hands on her hips, a scolding expression on her face. “I can’t run this stand all by myself! I’m not paying you to kiss. Ew!”

You chuckle and nod.

“Oops, sorry bud. We’ll get back to work ASAP,” you reply as seriously as you can.

She nods resolutely, huffs, and then goes back to haggling with an elderly woman. You look back to Austin to find him staring at you with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Thanks for today, Austin,” you say. “You made it so much fun."

“Anytime,” he replies. “Hey, we should probably get those lemons. I don’t want to owe your cousin a debt. She seems like the loanshark type.”

You laugh and nod, pressing a sweet kiss to his nose.

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🦋 mila

#austin butler #elvis #elvis 2022 #milasthings #milasaustinblurbs #milasaustincontent

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pettyrevenge-base · 10 months

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Quit my job at an upscale steakhouse…but not before making sure all the customers knew what a prick the owner was.

This happened back in 2009, but I shared it in a comment on another sub yesterday and figured it belonged here too.

I was waiting tables at an upscale steakhouse, and the company culture was absolute garbage. The owner, “Gary,” was constantly throwing tantrums and screaming at everyone, and we all HATED him. He’d line us all up before every shift just to berate us and yell how lucky we were that he’d hired us, because we were all shit at our jobs and no one else would ever have us. Stuff like that. The only reason anyone ever stuck around was because the money was good due to the high ticket prices and solid customer base, as well as the fact that there weren’t many other employment options for fine dining service in the area.

In addition to being a massive prick, Gary was also a cheap bastard. There was this 6-foot tall dessert cooler in the kitchen that had a broken door, and he put off fixing it for months because he didn’t want to spend the money, so it was just sort of hanging on its hinge and you had to be really careful opening it. Inevitably, during the height of a Saturday night rush, it fell completely off and hit one of the servers, hard.

So she’s laying there on the kitchen floor, bleeding from a serious-looking wound on her head, and Gary is standing over her and SCREAMING down at her: “Way to go - just BRILLIANT. What the FUCK am I supposed to do now? It’s the middle of the rush, you’ve got a full section, and no one’s going to be able to pick up your goddamn tables because everyone who works here is useless and incompetent! You should have been more careful!”

I’d seen a lot of his shit, but this was the hard line, and I made a decision right then that I was out. So when I got home that night, I typed up a letter to Gary, telling him exactly why I was quitting and leaving no detail out when it came to his tantrums, his verbal abuse, and the hazards in the workplace that he wouldn’t address. I printed out 30 copies, went in early for my opening shift the following day (midafternoon - the place was only open for dinner) and hid them all over the restaurant where guests would find them: in the menus, under the napkins on the tables, in between paper towels in the restrooms, etc. Some were in really obscure places, so that they wouldn’t be found right away and would keep popping up randomly - surprise! - allowing my legacy to live on. Then, instead of working my shift, I left before the pre-shift lineup.

Fast forward to a couple days later, when a coworker reached out and shared with me the beautiful details of Gary’s head almost exploding with rage when he found out about the letters. A couple tables read them and walked out before ordering. People in the dining room could hear him screaming from the kitchen. Apparently they were still finding letters weeks later, and every time one surfaced, the vein in Gary’s forehead would pop out and he’d disappear into his office and slam the door. It remains one of my proudest moments, and my only regret is that I couldn’t be a fly on the wall, watching this all unfold.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

#pettyrevenge #lol #omg

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dulcewrites · 2 years

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wonder what she thinks of me

Pairing: Austin butler x (non descriptive) fem oc

Summary: Melanie and Austin pride themselves on being good people…. Except when it comes to wanting each other (wc: 919)

Warnings: emotional cheating, slight physical cheating, both parties being messy in the name of love lol

A/N: I normally don’t write about real people like this but I thought it would be fun to write a little something to celebrate Austin’s birthday. Happy birthday bestie!! ❤️🫶🏽. Also highly recommend listening while reading

Then you can both go to Paris, you live in the lavish

I'm actually happy for you

“You know a 12-minute standing ovation is insane right?” Melanie can’t help but beam through the phone.

She knows how anxious Austin was about Cannes. Hearing his voice shake a little when he mentioned the red carpet and premiere when called her yesterday.

Melanie is met with a hearty laugh, and she can hear how elated his is through the phone.

“And don’t get me started on how everyone looks!”

She sat down at her kitchen island looking through photos he had sent and some off social media. She can’t help but marvel at how glamorous everyone looks.

“I wish you were here to see it. Maybe we can go somewhere is France sometime next year,” he said earnestly, spewing off things they could do and places they could visit.

Making future plans. Austin has a bad habit of doing that.

And the timing couldn’t be more ironic when she comes across of him with her. It reminds her of what she’s doing. Pining over her… friend? She really doesn’t know what Austin is to her now.

One moment they’re friends supporting each other’s careers, trying to work out time differences to talk. The next he’s sleeping over or telling her he’s gonna take her to France… all while having a girlfriend.

She doesn’t know when the shift happened. When it when from platonic and sweet to something more. Something that leaves her stomach in knots and wondering what his lips feel like.

Her heart drops into her stomach when she hears a feminine voice in the background call his name.

“I need to get going but I’m gonna call you when I have time,” says Austin, sounding distracted and distant.

Before Melanie can get a full goodbye out, he’s gone. She blinks at her phone. She has to keep reminding herself this is good for him and good for his career, no matter how much it hurts.

I wonder what she thinks of me when she sees my name

On your phone screen, you drop everything just for me

Melanie quickly realizes she’s a selfish person. A selfish and jealous person.

She knows it’s a bad idea to call him. Austin just got done with Elvis promotions. She knows he’s tired, and she knows he’s been seen with her.

But Melanie also knows how Austin is.

So, it’s not surprising that when she calls and asks him to come over, he instantly agrees. And she would be lying if she said the guilty feeling didn’t dissipate as soon as she opens the door, and he pulls her into the warmest hug and kisses her on the top of her head.

She selfishly stops feeling bad when he’s lying in her bed, sipping wine, and recounting his favorite moments from the whirlwind couple of months he’s had.

His voice rings multiple during the night, and they both know who it is. Austin seems in no rush to answer let alone leave.

Melanie should remind herself about how she would feel if the roles were reversed, but the idea slips her brain when she feels his lips brush against her neck. Then work up her jaw and end on hers.

The need to do the right thing gets all fuzzy when his hand slips under her shirt.

God she’s horrible person.

It's never wrong when it feels right

I'll hold you close and pretend you're mine

I'll be the sun against your skine

Melanie tries to stop it, she really does. Tells him they’re better than this, better than hurting some girl whose done nothing to deserve this. And he agrees… for a week. Then he’s at her door with sad smile.

“I’m kind realizing I’m not better than that.”

And with that, they spend the night together again.

The glow and warmth that emanates between them when they’re around each other is palatable. She tries to not to feel it when they greet each other at his intimate birthday dinner. She tells him in advance it’s not a good idea she even goes, but he tells her she can’t miss his birthday festivities. She feels sick when she gets a text from an unknown number inviting her. Going to a party thrown by his girlfriend, who does that?

“Oh, wow the famous Melanie. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” her smile is perfect, and her tone is bright.

But she knows better than that. It’s a loaded sentence, and she deserves it.

Melanie is reminded how horrible they are when his girlfriend gives a sweet speech about him, while Mel feels Austin’s hand on the inside of her thigh.

Logic gets thrown out the window when he pulls her to the side near the back of the restaurant and whispers to her how amazing she looks. How he wishes he could be with her tonight.

She’s gone back and forth with the pros and cons. Frankly the cons always seem to out-way the pros. But then he calls her his baby and tells her how special she is to him and the morally awful decisions they make seem ok.

At the end of the night, Melanie watches to the two of them leave arm in arm, peaking out the window at the few paparazzi snapping photos of the beautiful couple.

Maybe one day she’ll learn.

Tell me you love me, 'cause I just wanna be your baby

Well, that's the price I gotta pay

I wonder what she thinks of me

#austin butler x reader #austin butler x oc #black!oc #black!reader #austin butler #my writing #Austin butler x black!reader #elvis 2022

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chungledown-bimothy · 2 years

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If I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More

canon divergence from episode 3- battlemaster of ceremonies arranged marriage

Part Two

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1434

Part One: The News

“You will wed Delloso de la Rue. There will be no mistakes; you will regain the connection with their court that was taken from us.”

Captain K. P. Hob’s stomach dropped, and his heart skipped a beat. “My Lord and Lady, I do not have the ho- the dishonor of understanding you. With all due disrespect, why me? I hold no position in court, no power to strengthen with an alliance with the Court of Wonder. Neither does Delloso de la Rue, unless I am mistaken.”

Lord Blemish and Lady Boil snarled, and Boil spoke. “What you do have is the eye and respect of the Bloom. Something no other goblin has been honorable enough to achieve.”

Blemish started speaking, as Boil retched from the thought of a goblin being honorable.

“The Court of Wonders said very little about their reasons for suggesting the arrangement, just that they wished to repair the relationship between our two courts. The Lords of the Wing ensuring that your victory in the duel yesterday reflected poorly on Rue certainly didn’t help their standing in court.

As for us, this alliance will further more powerful ones in the future, and it will put you in an even stronger position to find out whose fault this all is in the first place. Perhaps things might have been different had you been successful in performing the one task that was assigned to you before we arrived.”

Hob took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and stood up as straight as he could while still looking at people so much shorter than himself. “Very well. Is the Court of Wonders having a similar conversation with R- with them, or shall I be the one to tell them?” He would never dare to ask it of his superiors directly, but he desperately hoped he wouldn’t have to. How could I tell them we are to be married, when they were so offended by my actions during the Hunt?

“It’s been handled. Go, find your betrothed.” Hob gave an elaborate salute and walked away. My god, how can a lifetime shackled to me be anything but painful to them, when a single attempt at kindness and civility was odious to them to the point of moving them to tears? A small act of affection was abhorrent enough to engage their honor. I must make this as easy for them as possible; they shall never know how deep my affection for them truly runs. “To part the seeing from the being is the greatest goodness goblins get.” I can do this.

—

Delloso de la Rue slid down the wall and sat on the floor, reading the words over and over again.

In light of rumors, scandals, and events both past and recent, an agreement has been reached with the Goblin Court. You are to marry Captain K. P. Hob shortly after the conclusion of the Bloom, before the assembled fey depart. This should provide ample time for you to plan an appropriate event without eclipsing your wonderful work on the Bloom.

You are free to make the announcement as you see fit, provided it occurs within the next three days. Perhaps at tomorrow’s tea.

“Wuvvy? Wuvvy, please come here.” Almost as soon as the words were out of their mouth, Wuvvy ran through the door. She looked around, wide eyed and almost frantic, before looking down and spotting Rue.

“O- oh my god what happened?! Are you okay?” Without a word, they handed the letter up to her. She knelt down next to them as she read it. “I- what?! Is this for real?”

Rue nodded, still not looking at her. “Official seal and all. This is happening, and all I can do now is throw the best wedding-” their voice broke and they shook their head slightly. “The best wedding anyone here has ever seen. Whatever happens after that happens, I cannot worry about it yet. Come, Wuvvy, we have much to do and not nearly enough time to do it. First, I suppose there is a conversation I must have.” They stood up, squared their shoulders, nodded to Wuvvy, and departed in search of Hob, leaving Wuvvy standing in the doorway stunned and open-mouthed.

—

They found each other on the southern lawn, not ten paces from the dueling ground. They both began speaking at the same time.

“Dell-”

“Capta-”

“My apologies, go-”

“No no, you first.”

They locked eyes, both falling silent. Many heavy moments passed before Rue broke both the silence and the eye contact.

“Captain, good afternoon. How are you feeling, are you recovered from yesterday? I know Wuvvy’s sword is… different… from those you may have encountered before.”

Hob paused for a moment, then he stood up even straighter and nodded. “Good afternoon, Rue. I appreciate the sentiment, but I assure you, I am quite well. It takes more than a bit of poison to slow me down.”

“That’s good to hear. Shall we walk? Given the news that I must assume you also received this morning, it would be best if we are seen together at least some before any announcement is made, lest there be rumors about whats, whens, wheres, and whys.” They hesitantly offered their arm.

“Oh, um, yes, I suppose so.” He took their arm, and they began walking aimlessly in charged, but not uncomfortable, silence for some time, before Hob stopped and met Rue’s eyes once more.

“Before any proceedings… proceed…” he took a deep breath. “You deserve nothing less than a love match, Rue, and I am truly sorry that our hands have been forced like this. As there’s nothing you nor I can do to alter the situation, I want you to know that I am aware that my words and actions during the Hunt were so offensive as to bring you to tears. There are vows in our future that will be made out of duty, but right here and now, I vow to you, not out of duty to my court but out of the honor you once said you appreciated, that I will endeavor to avoid any similarly upsetting behavior. "

They opened their mouth to reply once, twice, thrice. “I-” they cleared their throat. “I appreciate the sentiment, Captain, but I assure you, I took no offense. You have done nothing wrong. In fact, I owe you an apology, for Wuvvy and the duel. There was a misunderstanding, and it is entirely my fault.” They took Hob’s arm again, turned, and began walking. “You deserve more than this arrangement as well, you know. Although love matches may be off the table for us, friendships are just as worth cherishing and celebrating as romance- what say you to building a strong one in each other? Till death do us part is far too long for us fey to not have something.”

When they said ‘love matches are off the table’, Hob’s ears fell flat, and he stumbled slightly. “A friendship would indeed be splendid.” Rue noticed the reluctant tone, but they missed his body language.

“Wonderful. Now that we are on the same page there, the next issue is announcing our engagement. I have some thoughts, but as this very much affects you, do you have any preferences for how we should go about it?”

“Unless you would like a militaristic approach to our… impending nuptials, I fear I am entirely out of my depth. As evidenced by millennia of Blooms, your taste and planning abilities are immaculate; I am quite happy to defer all decisions to you and follow any and all ord-” he cleared his throat. “Directions to make things as easy as possible for you. It takes two to wed, of course, but I fear I am not good for much beyond seeing through tasks assigned to me.”

“I’m afraid I will have to disagree with you on that last point, Captain. You are good at and for a great many things. However, we can discuss that more later. As for making the announcement, everyone will be gathered tomorrow for tea. I won’t pretend to know goblin military customs- do you have a particular uniform for special occasions?”

“I have pants!” Hob grinned and tapped the bottom of his halberd on the ground.

“I, um. Lovely. Wear them to tea, then?”

“Very well, I shall wear pants to tea tomorrow.”

At that moment, they both noticed that they’d wandered to the edge of the woods. Without a word, Hob let go of Rue’s arm, and they both turned and walked away, much quicker than they’d been walking before.

#acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf fanfiction #d20 fanfiction #battlemaster of ceremonies #captain kp hob #kp hob #delloso de la rue #i haven't written in so long im terrified #but i have to get this out before i lose my nerve #i write sometimes

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