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Description: When the Winter soldier experiments go wrong on your fiance Crown Prince James Barnes and he ends up crippled and unstable, you call the engagement off and your family proposes that the alliance can still be on if his family pairs you up with his twin brother Nick instead. All seems to be fine and dandy until James breaks out of the lab one night and comes straight for you, razing everyone who stands in his way.

Pairing: Dark!Winter Soldier James Bucky Barnes | Morally Gray Princess!You.

Disclaimer: I do not own James Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler or any of the MCU characters mentioned (sadly). This story contains dark and mature content. Minors do not interact.

Warnings: Dubcon, morally gray!reader, opportunistic reader, smut with plot, dark!Bucky, angst, winter soldier, exhibitionism, choking, hair pulling, slapping, humiliation, degradation, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected p-in-v, biting, missionary and doggy style, breeding kink, creampie, fear kink, power imbalance, Bucky's metal arm (?), pet names (rosey, baby), Daddy kink, sir kink.

Note: I think this sounds a bit unserious and somewhat goofy aah but this was exactly my idea and I don't think I could have done it any different. Please let me know what you think <3

You rolled your eyes with a scoff at something your now fiance and ex brother-in-law to be, Crown Prince Nick Barnes, said. The night was cool and you had ordered for the lights of the garden that your balcony faced to be turned down. Your silk nightgown that was dark blue in color -Nick's royal color- hung from your shoulders in the most comforting way as the skirt bit of the article swayed with the gentle breeze. You heard Nick's chuckle on the other end of the video call and before you retorted with something edgy because that was just the kind of Princess that you were, you shifted against the railing to make yourself more comfortable while still holding the phone in such a way that he could see you.

His demanding nature was not one you particularly fancied but you supposed that was the kind of liberty that came with being an actual heir. Though you couldn't help but be reminded of how although his brother -the older twin- was a much better crown prince than Nick could ever be and yet he had never made you feel inferior in status by imposing his will on you.

It was impossible for you not to muse on the possibility that if your older sister, The actual Crown Princess of your kingdom, had been chosen by his brother instead of you, Nick would still treat her the same way and if she would put up with having to be subservient.

"All things considered, Your Royal Highness, we are still not having a dozen children" the title never failed to sting your tongue due to how you had never had to use it for your original fiance.

But Nick was just one of those people.

His snort made you want to roll your eyes but you knew better than to disrespect him as the two of you shared a rather formal relationship that was quite terse around the edges. Perhaps, his brother had spoiled you too much. "I always find it amusing that you think you have a choice in–" you were busy watching the stars because you could not bear to look at him when he behaved like this. But then he abruptly changed the topic and you didn't care to express concern by glancing at the screen, "I thought you said you excused your ladies, little one" he did not appreciate being lied to; something he shared with his identical brother.

"I did, Your Excellency" when he sighed in disapproval, you had to avert your eyes from the sky to look down at him on the screen with an air of annoyance about you. "I really–"

"Then who is that behind you?" Nick had also been busy reading away on a tablet as he traveled somewhere -probably back to the Palace- in a vehicle but now he narrowed in on his screen.

Your eyebrows remained flat and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Ha ha, Your Highness, very funny" he had a thing for making silly jokes when he was in an agreeable mood, or at least moving towards one.

"Y/n, I am serious" there was an urgency in his voice as he leaned closer to get a better look. "Turn around right now and tell me who is–"

"You even wear his color now, huh rosey?" Your body took a good few moments to register the voice behind you and you nearly failed to recognize it at first. Though when your brain finally managed to make the association, your heart dropped into your stomach and your blood ran ice cold.

You spun around on your heels so hard they ached, coming face to face with James Barnes; the original Crown Prince and your real fiance. The man who had chosen you over your sister; giving preference to you for once, the brave warrior who had surrendered his body to his country; so they could make the best protector possible out of him, the honorable fool who only wanted to do good; a hero too noble for this wretched world.

Your phone that now blared with Nick's alarmed yells slipped through your numbing fingers but James caught it before it could break against the ground. "What the hell are you doing here?" You harshly whispered as if in a defensive autopilot, overwhelmed by how he had grown three times his size. Your eyes unintentionally traveled to where his arm had gotten mutilated on an expedition and you found a metal one glinting up at you in its stead. Maybe your reaction could be considered foolish in hindsight, but the knowledge that you were utterly at this unstable man's mercy and had nothing to defend yourself with against his monstrous stature terrified you. That in turn caused you to act in the only way you thought was appropriate as you desperately hoped for your facade to affect him in a helpful way.

"Did all those years mean nothing to you, rosey?" His face was covered in stubble and his dark hair was long as it obscured most of his features, deep voice animalistic as his black leather clad form seemed to expand and contract with each heavy breath. Your throat tightened in on itself and your breath hitched. What the hell had they really done to him?

"You shouldn't be here, James" you looked around for your guards– anyone but found the area to be eerily silent. How had you not noticed this ominous shift in your environment before? "That is against the rules as you're endangering the future Queen and many other people" he was all about rules and that was what you had disliked most about him. "Go back" your heart was on the verge of exploding but you pushed on with as much a semblance of composed firmness as you could muster.

Nick's threats and curses melted into the background as James coldly snorted before snatching you by your hair, fingers snaking through a tangle of the strands, the action causing you to wince. It was only when you tried to fight him back and the bustle caused the two of you to inch closer to the lighting of your chambers did his face really come into your view. Your eyes widened in horror as your hand went to clamp over the hold he had on you defensively.

His pale face was covered in blood splatters and his glossy teal eyes seemed to shake, their blown pupils crazed.

"So it was always about the crown then, huh, rosey?" You would never have expected him to sound as hurt and betrayed in this maddened state as he did.

"You know it was" you lied through your teeth to try and get his stance to falter like it always did when you counterattacked to his affectionate advances with hostility; the only thing you had known all your life. "Nothing matters more than the crown" the world functioned on power. So you had always used and abused that you had over him; over his heart.

"I see" except, it didn't seem to budge him much today. Your eyes desperately scanned your dark surroundings again, this time for a weapon albeit still in vain. "In that case, you should be with me, then" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you whimpered at how his fingers tightened around your neck.

"James!" And then you were getting dragged back into your chambers.

Once he had approached your bed, he placed your phone on the bedside table so a fuming Nick could clearly see whatever was about to unfold.

Your flailing form was yanked back in frame and then held tightly in place by the clasping of his metal hand over the deep neckline of your nightgown. "Because I am all fixed up," your eyes turned to look at him in horror as he chuckled dryly, "and back to take all that's mine" you screamed and hot tears finally rushed down your flushed cheeks when your compressed breasts sprang free in the air upon his tearing a thick valley between the front piece of your gown. James only snickered into the camera while his brother screamed at him to not dare damage what was his amongst other profanities.

But wasn't James simply repossessing what had always belonged to him in the first place?

He had finally corrected himself in the way the world deserved.

Now he would only live for himself like everyone else was.

He was done getting played for a fool by all.

"Please!" Your words fell on deaf ears as the man proceeded to further rip his brother's color off your body furiously until nothing remained in his hold except for your nudity, strong jaw nearly ticking broken due to how it was clenched as he did so.

"Tell me, dear, did you also let him have you?" You were nearly petrified at this point both by shame and fear as he manhandled you onto the bed before crawling over you like a predator and trapping your limbs under his. "And if you dare lie to me then so God help me" his metal hand roughly fondled your breasts as his other hand tightly restrained your limp yet determined wrists above your head.

"S- Stop!" Your back arched and you turned your face away in disgust when he started sniffing you all over like a hungry hound.

"Hm, what about this little pussy of mine down here" a chill ran down your spine at how the crevices of his metal hand felt against your nether lips when he stroked them. "Has she forgotten her Daddy, hm?" He was the stark opposite of the man you had been engaged to and that in addition to how you had last seen him slashing at the lab assistants while speaking a language you did not understand as well as how semi-liquid crimson particles covered his face caused for a wave of pure terror to rush over you. But it was nothing compared to the chilling fact that his body heat and touch -regardless of its fashion- had awakened that one familiar feeling only he could evoke in you.

Nick went silent at James' words and you felt blood rush to your tear stained cheeks.

Contrary to popular belief, you were not the chaste future Queen saving herself for her wedding night and King like the royal protocol demanded.

But in your defense, the then future King, James, himself was the one who had defiled you because you were already his. And you had let him for you could act all high and mighty as you desired in front of him as well as others due to how comfortably open he had always been about his feelings for you hence presenting a very vulnerable perhaps even a subservient part of himself to you on a silver platter, but also because the man knew how to fuck.

You were addicted to how he felt against you and though you had never brought your suspicion to your lips, you had wondered for the entirety of the time your betrothal had changed to Nick whether the younger twin would ever be able to come even close to his brother.

"Would you look at that?" His coo sounded out of place and ominous due to how the pretend softness stood out from the menace of his tone. "It doesn't seem like she has," your fingers instinctively clawed the air to try and take a hold of his hand to deal with the feeling of his bionic digits invading their way between your petals. "She still weeps and blinks up dumbly at me like a stupid slut all the same" horror filled you as you became hyper aware of Nick's eyes on you, and yet your skin began to buzz at the filthy words that still scratched you in that one way regardless of everything. "Rosey…?" It was chilling how he playfully raised an eyebrow like he wasn't covered in blood and flesh of the people that he had torn apart on his way to you, instead giving you a lazy grin as he spread your privates apart with the back of his hand. "Be honest for once and say, you didn't let him touch you, did you?" Your loins sparked to life when the tip of his finger ghosted over your entrance. "I mean, I know how demanding a whore you really are, common ways can't satisfy you and you don't waste your time on lost causes" James bent down to inch his grin closer to peer down at you and you had to turn your eyes away with a clasping shut of your lids. You had been caught. "The crown matters more than anything, huh?" Your eyes further clenched at his taunt and a shiver reverberated through you when his hot tongue darted out to swipe across the tear stains on your cheeks.

He had promised you during your courting period that he would never allow a single tear to fall from your eyes. It seemed so that even in this state, he was determined to keep it. This way or that.

"I- I belong to someone else now." Having always been treated inferior to your sister, you refused to let go of your only chance at power. So jutting your chin out determinedly you refused to look at him and falter in your stead, for you knew it would make you cave as his face was still that of your protector and pursuer.

Because even if a woman had not the slightest preference for her admirer, the mere knowledge that she was fancied earned him a place in her heart still.

"No, you don't" his words were stern and determined. "You were mine and you are mine" his lips trailed their way down to your neck to mark you his while one of his metal fingers penetrated your intimate band of muscles, causing you to bite back a moan as your pussy clenched defensively; hence intensifying the pleasure. "It's not your fault, really. Your little girl brain is too small to remember the difference between me and him for too long since we are identical, huh baby?" You hated how your traitorous hips betrayed you and began to move in sync with his finger. "But you don't have to worry your pretty little head about that, my sweet rosey…" His lips ghosted over your ear, hot breath fanning your alarmed skin. "I'll just claim you again to remind you" his teeth were sharp and unforgiving against your skin that had faded out the marks of his passion. "And I'll put my heir into that little womb of yours so whenever your tiny mind tries to get too silly again, my child will remind you who you belong to" he refused to acknowledge your protests at that and plopped his fingers out of you just long enough to undo his pants. "Besides," his hard cock easily found its way to your entrance, as always, "isn't procreation one of the duties of the King and the Queen?"

It was then you realized that his transformation had been physical in every sense.

Your eyes widened as your body jolted upwards in shock, lazed out hips now sparking up to life to almost try and get away from the cruel impaler that threatened to intrude it in a manner so devastating that the band feared a ripping of the lining.

James snorted when your pussy refused to accept him and clenched in on itself defensively to shut him out, your petals nearly trembling in fear. "Aw, baby. How cute, you did stay faithful to me after all, huh" shaking his head when you only sobbed in response, he grunted as his huge shoulders moved to attempt an invasion yet again only to be denied. "Tsk, tsk, never learns her lesson, does she?"

"Plea–" your words were cut off by a harsh smack resounding against your pussy lips and you jerked up and into his chest.

"Bad pussy" he seemed to be immersed in a world of his own amusement and lust, ears deaf to your pleas while his dark eyes drank up every last drop you had to offer. "Always playing around with her Daddy" the force of his metal hand was cruel against your tender flesh when three short paced slaps came down on it in quick succession. "Thinking she has a choice, tsk" the next hit was hard and heavy. "It seems she needs to be reminded who calls the shots around here" two concluding slaps later, you were being braced for his cock again and surprisingly enough, your tense little pussy was much more compliant with receiving him this time.

That, and the embarrassing amount of slick that had seeped through your petals as a product of the brief disciplining session.

"You feel that, baby?" His eyes finally looked up into yours as he aligned himself along your entrance. "She's all fixed up for her Daddy now" and then he pushed in.

"Oh!" Your back arched before you could respond since he bottomed out rudely at once, biting down on a sensitive patch of your neck the same time as when he intruded your insides.

The thing was, it wasn't that James wasn't an experimental lover, no. The two of you had done things that you felt mortified to even think about for too long. But it had always been with proper care and vigilance because the then crown prince was very soft on you as he referred to you as his heart. So you treated him like a pet dog and trampled all over his feelings and the liberty you had found in his treatment of you; something you had never been allowed before. You were used to pulling at his strings like a puppeteer.

But now, the way he pulled and twisted you in whatever fashion that he desired…

You never expected the rush of hot need that waved its way over you and the thick arousal that gushed out of your womb to slick his cock to be the result of his manhandling you like you were no more than a doll for him to play with.

And then his touch that you had been deprived of for months was further blocking your intellectual faculties amongst other things.

James' eyes fluttered close as his metal hand reached for your throat to squeeze out the remnants of your refusals. A grunt left him as he let himself reminisce as well as get overwhelmed by the velvet texture of your splotched walls. He brought his face closer to yours and groaned before pressing it into one of your cheeks to press hard, sloppy kisses all over it as his hips moved but only to press harder up your womb.

It was James' custom invented way of getting you completely stretched out for his cock.

… That had grown thrice its size because of his serum procedures.

And the man had already been way bigger than the average.

"J- Jame-s!" You gasped out, struggling to breathe. His stiff tip felt like it was beginning to penetrate something else. "P- Plea-se!"

"What do you want, huh baby?" Your features scrunched together in discomfort as you flexed your fingers again. They needed to be freed so they could hold onto something to cope with the overwhelming penetration.

"Move…" A smirk pulled his lips apart and he opened his dark teal eyes to peer down at you, silently grunting as he pushed deeper at that. "P- Pl-ease–" your tears were starting to become hot and you could feel your nerves bulging against your forehead from the lack of oxygen.

"Will you behave if I do?" Your toes curled as you hissed, the knee that you wanted to bring up as a way to deal with the pain trapped under his heavy thigh.

You timidly nodded because there was not much else left for you to do. It hurt, and you wanted him to move to ease the pain almost as much as you needed him to fuck you.

James clicked his tongue in disapproval and bit down on one of your nipples in a punishing manner, making you jolt upwards in pain. "Use your words, honey." A surge of pure pleasure overwhelmed you and you moaned loudly with satisfied nods, letting him know that you were in the process of complying.

Like you always did when he was buried balls deep in your cunt.

"So you were fucking him when he was courting you, weren't you?!" Nick was furious on the other line, feeling like a lied to fool as you had denied it when he had asked you about it. "I fucking knew it you stupid slut!" The words caused you to clench harder around James' girth as you bit your bottom lip. "I am–" he went to cut the call but a gun entered the frame to press into his temple as his car seemed to come to a halt. You heard a faint 'watch' being told to your fiance.

But for some twisted reason, the way in which Nick's livid eyes now watched you with a quiet rage caused the desire in your hips to only bubble hotter. He didn't have a choice for once and you could go against him all you pleased "I w- will behave… p-lease!" Your eyes had stuck on your fiance so James patted your cheek to redirect your attention to him.

"Eyes on me" the demand was followed by his letting go of your wrists to snake his arms under your waist to hoist you up and in a more convenient position for his cock. You moaned as your fingers found his long hair to hold on to.

"Y- Yes… sir" his leather jacket was coated in blood and human and you did not want yours to add to the mix. So you raked your mind and you raked it hard. "T- Thank you, sir" you rather prided yourself on your opportunistic wit.

James chuckled darkly as he began to reel his hips back, your cavern making a loud decompression sound as a result. You found yourself sighing in relief when his hard skin unglued from yours because for a second it had begun to feel like he was stuck in your channel.

"So fucking clever even with that little brain, aren't we, baby?" Of course you could never truly fool him regardless of how good you were.

"BUCKY! OH!" A vile whine loudly left you when he kissed your chin only to sink down his teeth into it next as his hips snapped against yours to fuck you upwards. He didn't halt this time and pulled out again to back thrust in, his movements slow but visibly desperate to speed up. "FUCK!"

"Ah, there is that girl I raised on this cock and its milk" your chin stung when he finally let go to close his mouth on one of your cheeks now, causing you to shiver from how overwhelmed you felt by the pain in your face and the pleasure that bloomed in your pussy that was inching closer and closer to a proper pounding as result.

"Please fuck your child in me!" It had been far too long. "Please! I need it so bad! Please fuck me full of your children so I can always remember who I belong to!" You liked how Nick watched– had to watch. It almost felt like revenge; a slap you had wanted to hit him stupid with for the longest time for making you feel so low when his brother, who was twice the man he could ever hope to be and your real suitor, never had. James' cock felt just right as he fucked you so good that you began to see neon stars. You didn't care anymore. Or at least, not in the moment. It felt as though your life depended on this release.

Perhaps… it did.

Besides, the silence in your surroundings and gun next to Nick meant James had it covered in some way. Not that it was much of a surprise. His Kingdom had the greatest army to date and those soldiers were loyal and compliant only to him.

"You know what's the best part about this, rosey?" Your mouth was agape as you panted and moaned through it alike, tugging at his silky strands as his ballsack clapped against the beginning of your ass before sliding into your cunt each time, the primal smell of slick, sweat and sex floating in the air around you.

"What is it, my King?" You were shameless with it, as you had always been. "Please tell me" the fake way in which you unclasped your fingers from his hair to scratch one of his cheeks with your nails made him clench his jaw as he squeezed one of your tits, pistoning his cock in and out of you even faster.

"I know you don't mean any of this" you froze momentarily and his crooked smirk morphed into a grin. "But you will before the year's end" you went to speak but his metal hand found your clit just in time and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nails digging into the stubble of his cheek. "I know you will" him promising you that you'd return his feelings one day wasn't anything new. He had always told you that. However, normally your response would be a roll of your eyes or simply a change of topic. But today, something dangerously final lingered in them and you had no clue why but you found yourself answering;

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I will, sir!" One of his thick nerves twitched against a particularly sensitive spot in your walls the same time his tip found your special bundle of nerves and brutally collided into them, tearing out incoherent screams from deep within you. "Oh- I am– I am–"

"Don't cum" his hand disappeared from your clit and your eyes that you had subconsciously closed flung open as you begrudgingly tugged at his hair with a needy whine. "You don't deserve it" your body violently jiggled up and down in his arms as you vehemently shook your head.

"NO! PLEASE!" If there was one thing he didn't appreciate, it was you raising your voice at him. But you couldn't help it, your build up was nearing its edge and the fear that it would topple over all wrong after such a long time scared you. Because once an orgasm was ruined, there was no coming back from it. James had taught you that one night after a ball when you had danced with someone a little too frankly.

"No?" He was panting himself as he hugged your waist closer to his, the feeling of his cock's imprint pressing against both of your stomachs only making him slam you down harder and harder. "So you deserve it?"

You quickly shook your head as your boobs flew about, pussy trying to close on itself out of sensitivity when his metal fist closed around your throat again. "N- No! No! I don't, sir!" Your voice altered in a humiliating manner when he squeezed and your dry throat pressed in on itself, making you cough.

"That's right" his hand parted from your neck long enough to slap you. "Think you can just say your pathetic little pretty please and I'll forgive you for forgetting my existence the moment I wasn't good enough for you?" You sobbed out of frustration, willing your hips into squeezing themselves closer together so you could hold on from falling over.

"No!" He slapped you again, the force causing your head to turn sideways this time around. "No, sir!" Desperately reaching for the artificial hand you pressed humiliating kisses all over it. "But it's been so long! Please, my King!" Your back arched from the strength it was taking you to keep yourself from cumming. "I need you so bad! I need it so bad!" In your confusion and oversensitivity you dropped your head against his, your knees trembling. "Only you can make me cum! I tried for months! So many times in so many different ways!" The tears of embarrassment were hotter than those of need that you had been weeping all this time. His movements faltered a little at your confession. "But nothing worked! Only you do! So please! Please let me cum! I don't know what I will do if you don't! Please let me cum and give me your babies!"

"Only I work, huh?" His voice was eerily quiet, a new kind of dark exploding in the air about him. You vigorously nodded, genuine for once in your life.

James' chuckle was the only thing your hazy mind registered before you were moved, twisted, turned and bent faster than you could keep up with.

The next time your consciousness caught up with the present you were facing your phone, on your knees like an animal as your build up slowly subsided. Though your vacant pussy was plunged full soon after, your legs getting pulled apart before being hoisted up in the air by James' hand, your elbows the sole support of the upper half of your body now.

"Tell him how badly you want to be stuffed full of my children and I'll let you have it" blood rushed to your face to bubble under the skin when your eyes locked with those of the stoic male at the same time but before you could hesitate, James cock began to move inside you although torturously slow. "You might want to hurry up, rosey. I don't have all night" the spank that his words accompanied sparked you into motion like someone pressed a button on you.

"Please, Nick!" The thrusts sped up and your claws dug into the mattress. "I want James' children so bad!" There wasn't much emotion on the male you faced but the bright red of his ears and neck even in the dim lighting of the car indicated that he was both furious and humiliated. Perhaps even more so than you. "Please! Please ask him to stuff me full of his babies!" The more slaps rained down on your ass as your pussy expanded to welcome James balls deep inside you with each brutal thrust, the more your mouth ran on the most vile autopilot. "All I want in my life is to be fucked swollen and heavy with his children with my body wrapped up in his color while I nurse the other ones!" James cursed before his hand reached for your front to dip between your legs and you moaned before your arms gave out and you fell face first.

"You heard her, now tell him that" as your cheek rubbed against the mattress everytime you were pounded into it, you heard a man speak to Nick. The Prince tried to protest but something– probably the gun pressing against his head caused him to stop before he gritted out a few seconds after;

"... Fuck your children into her and wrap her swollen body in your colour, James" the man reminded him that it was King James, for whatever reason and Nick sighed before correcting himself. "Please, King James" you couldn't help the whimper that forced itself out of you at his menacing tone.

Your back arched when the frantic circular motions of his fingers became too much for your cunt to handle and you clenched around his girth again, shuddering as you prepared yourself to get in trouble for the orgasm you were about to have.

But then your dependable luck did its thing. "Cum," the vibration of the spank buzzed through your whole body, "cum for me" as your tense muscles relaxed and you closed your eyes to let go, you felt James' hot seed explode within you, the force of his thrusts causing the cum to go flying all about.

Your eyes fluttered shut and the only two things you registered for the next few minutes were shaking profusely while limb paralyzing pleasure exploded through you and the rapid rubbing of your cheek against the soft bed covers which was result of the brutal pounding you were receiving from behind.

When he was done with you, he slowly untucked himself from you and left you trembling on the mattress while he fixed himself up. "Natasha!" Your ears perked up at the name of his second in command and you trembled at his volume. The heavy doors to your chambers opened and closed after the woman in question.

The red head clicked her tongue as she approached the bed, the heels of her boots faintly clicking against the floor as she walked. "Could've done better…" You jumped from how close she sounded when she spoke. "Because she's still awake" the hair on the top of your head was fisted into his metal arm to pull you up and you had to hurriedly scramble to cover your blushing jizz covered ass.

"For what's going to happen next" you whimpered at his words as you were moved onto your trembling knees by the humiliating hold that the man had on your hair and your whole body shook under the stern woman's scrutinizing glare. Peeking up at the red head through your lashes, you went to cover yourself up but James' scold for you to stay put had you planting your wrists in your lap within the next second. "Hands down" you hurriedly lowered your head too to avoid further increasing his ire.

Some shuffling sounded from above you before James approached you again. "Arms up, baby" the endearment must mean that you would be spared… right? You quickly complied with the utmost obedience and James placed a comfortable black gown on you before stepping back to reach for something else.

You almost gasped when you recognized the brilliant glimmer from your peripheral vision.

His mother, The Queen's, crown.

"There you go" you felt him place it on your head and your heart dropped. "Everything you always wanted placed on that silly little airhead of yours, baby" an embarrassing gasp escaped you when he suddenly pulled you closer by your throat. "Are you happy now, my sweet rose?" Your eyes welled up with confusion and how he suddenly slapped you before pressing his lips against yours roughly.

"He asked you a question, brat" you jumped at how Natasha spoke up suddenly, clearly fed up with you blinking up at him dumbly.

"That's no way to speak your Queen, Nat" your heart warmed up at how he clicked his tongue at the woman disapprovingly. "Tsk."

"Y- Yes. Yes" you nodded, still in a daze of post-orgasm sensitivity and general puzzlement at the absurd turn of events from an already shocking situation. "Yes, sir. Thank you so much."

He was smiling now. "Good girl" before he pecked your lips and held his hand back for Natasha to hand him something else. "You can rule all of them" your face burnt when your mind registered the accessory that he wrapped around your throat next. A collar and a leash embedded with sparkling diamonds. "I just want to rule you" his metal hand rotated in the air as he wrapped the leash around his bionic digits. "Let's go" you nearly fell on your face as you were pulled off the bed before being marched straight to the heavy doors.

Natasha opened them to reveal your entire family and staff standing mortified outside on weapon point of James' army. You whimpered and lowered your head in embarrassment until your chin touched the area between your collar bones, fingers tightening around your gown as you suddenly became hyper aware of the faint dig of the edges of the collar against your pampered skin.

"The King has called the alliance off" Steve, your owner's right hand, announced in his firm and curt voice. "The only reason why he has spared you, I must add just this once, is because you are related to the Queen. Any efforts of contact from here on out will lead to unsavory consequences akin to those his own family has met" a chill raised in your spine as your blood dropped in temperature. Holy fucking shit. They really had made a beast out of this once too noble to be true man. "Lastly, not that any of you really care but if the Queen ever wishes to visit, she will be allowed to do so after she has provided His Highness with an heir, accompanied by some of the best that the army can provide."

The walk out to the numerous sleek black SUVs felt like one of shame despite you wearing the crown you had always fantasized about.

And perhaps that's exactly what it was.

A balancing of the scale.

For betraying the one who loved you so dearly that even in his mindless state, he had known not to hurt you.

At least, not in a way that hadn't made your silly little pussy weep for more.

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pricesbeltbuckle · 3 months

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Hi!!!

I was hoping that you could do some headcanons about simon, price, alejandro and rudy having a s/o who is a single mother and has a 15 year old daughter? This concept always has me kicking my feet ngl Love your stuff!!! 💋💋💋

Fatherhood - John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Pairing: John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra x Single mother!Fem Reader

Warnings: Cheating,Fluff,Sugejestive joke?,Single mom

John Price:

Now Price, he knew your no ex-husband when you guys had first met. So when you guys divorced it didn’t come as a shocker because he knew about the cheating he did and the arguments.

So that being said he’s always had a thing for you, so hearing about the divorce his exact response was “About damn time, call me when you wanna go out to dinner lovie.” “Price what-” And then he just hung up.

You ended up actually going out with him and you were surprised with how well it went. He pulled out your chair,complimented you,didn’t let you worry about the amount of money things were because he would take care of it.

The date went so well so he drove you home and spent the night, he knew about your daughter. Hell he watched her grow up, he was more of a dad then her actual father was.

So when she woke up and saw Price already in the kitchen cooking breakfast she looked at him confused.

“It’s 9 A.M. what are you doing here-? OHMYGODNOWAY-” She covered her mouth in utter shock and then he just smiled. “I didn’t do anything with your mom, I took her out to dinner and spent the night relax.” “No no I don’t care, it's just about damn time.”

He grinned and offered her some eggs and pancakes and she immediately agreed and sat down at the little island chair. She went on her phone and was just texting away as you woke up to go to the kitchen and saw the scene your heart-melted and that's exactly when you realized he was the one for you.

Now when it comes to your daughter he adores her. He cared for her like she was his own, gave his advice on girl drama even if it was somewhat dumb to him and he didn’t understand it all he was just happy to be included.

“Yeah so then I told Heather I didn’t know what she was talking about.” “Right right and then what?” “The bitch hit me so I hit back!” “Did you get a good hit?” “Yeah bloody nose and a bruise on her head.” “Nice, good job kid.”

Your daughter has accidentally called him dad once or twice and yes he does get emotional.

“Dad can you grab me the cereal while you're in the pantry-” “DAD??? DID YOU JUST CALL ME DAD???” “NO!! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.”

Told you about it later and he would not shut up about it. “She called me DAD, it was so cute!!” “I know she called you dad babe you told me 400 times.”

When your ex-husband comes to get your daughter for weekends she always complains about having to go. He always asks about Price and if you and him were actually happy and it was weird to her.

Price hates your ex-husband and he sure as hell isn’t afraid of him, I mean he’s apart of the military he legit kills people, your ex-husband knows better then to fuck with him so thats why Price isn’t worried.

Price does tell your daughter if she goes with her dad for the weekend they can go shopping when she’s back, his treat of course. And that’s what motivates her to go.

When Price is deployed he always collects stuff to bring back home for your daughter, things he knows for sure she’d like.

Now you’ve met his squad so when he came home with Gaz,Ghost, and Soap you didn’t know what to tell your daughter but you knew Price would handle it. When she came out of her room and saw Price she ran to give him a hug and he always hugged her back and picked her up a bit. But then she saw the other boys and she just smiled and waved. Price introduced all of them, she was fond of Ghost because of his mask.

“So you cover your face…Just because?” “Right.” “That’s sick. I like that. How many people have you killed-” “JESUS CHRIST-” You covered your mouth and apologized for her. But everyone got along and you were so glad.

Alejandro Vargas:

You and your ex-husband had been divorced for around 2 years before you met Alejandro. You met him at a bar while you were out and you both just kind of hit it off. He gave you his number and you went on with your night.

When you came home and saw your daughter fast asleep in her room you smiled to yourself and then went to your room to get changed into comfortable clothes. While you got unready you suddenly remembered the guy at the bar.

You picked up your phone to text him, “Hi! It’s the girl from the bar I figured I’d text you because you seemed really sweet.” He read it almost instantly and responded. “Oh, you were very pretty and sweet. I’d love to take you out on a formal date and get to actually know each other.” Your heart melted a bit and you agreed to meet for a dinner date on friday.

You told your daughter and she was excited you were getting yourself back out there with dating and she even helped you pick out a nice dress to wear.

“Honey, you’ll be okay for an hour or two right?” “Mom stop worrying I’ll be fineee. Is it okay if May comes and spends the night though?” You rolled your eyes and agreed, “Do not make a mess of my house while I’m gone though.”

When you went outside he held his car door open for you and waited till you fully settled to close it as he got into the driver’s seat. “I see you have a daughter.” “Oh! Yes I was gonna tell you more at dinner but yeah she's a sweetheart she’s 15.”

He smiled and placed a hand on top of yours. “I’m sure she is, I can’t wait to hear about her some more.” You smiled to yourself as he said that.

When you got to the restaurant he opened the doors for you, and pulled your seat out for you of course. Then he talked about his Job expecting you to run away like the rest but you didn’t. You were interested in his work and his life and what he’s seen and done.

The date went extremely well and eventually you let him meet your daughter at your house. She liked him and he seemed like a cool dude.

“So you’re in the military? What made you join?” “Well I enlisted when I was 18 and then I joined the Mexican Special Forces, which is where I’m at now I’m a colonel.” “Mom you SCORED!!”

You rolled your eyes and giggled and Alejandro chuckled to himself as you poured yourself some wine and handed him a glass.

Now further into your relationship your daughter has told him about your ex-husband and how he’s a piece of shit and rarely comes to even see her. And he felt his blood boil.

“He sounds like a jackass.” “he is, you’re the closest thing I’ve had to a father in awhile.” “Oh, wow uhm sorry..” He started getting teary eyed and gave her a hug. And she giggled and cried with him a little.

And when her father does show up on the occasion, Alejandro makes sure your daughter is comfortable the whole time.

“Listen niña I’m one call away, if you need me to pick you up from your dads call me-” “Yes yes I know, don’t worry.” He pats her back and watches her leave the house as you smile and hug him.

“You’re a great step-dad you know?” He wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead as he swiftly picked you up. “Oh I know, But a weekend alone we have a lot to do Querida.” You giggled as he shut your bedroom door.

When your daughter came back home he took her out to lunch so she could talk about her dads. She never wanted to go back because all he asked about was you and he chuckled.

He brings her back little magnets from all over the countries he goes to on deployments and she loves every single one of them. He always smiles when she puts them up.

Is also into all her girl drama and defends her with his whole life even if she's wrong, He truly adores you and your daughter and wouldn’t have it any other way.

He cried when she accidentally called him dad and had no shame in it. “YOU THINK OF ME AS A DAD?” “You know what, sure.”

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra:

Now he met you the same night your husband cheated on you, you were taking a walk it was around 2:30 A.M. and you just needed fresh air. That’s when he noticed you.

“Looks like you could use some company, you mind?” “Not at all.” He stood by you while you looked at the water over a dock you had walked to.

“You mind me asking what a pretty lady like you is doing out this late by a dock?” You giggled and wiped some stray tears away. “Cheating husband, just needed some fresh air. You?” He frowned at your answer. “Any man who does something so awful to you is a fool. I’m Rodlfo, but you can call me Rudy.” You held out your hand and introduced yourself. “Beautiful name, here take my number. You ever need a place to stay, you're always welcome.” You smiled and took the number as he began to walk away.

You eventually ended up actually calling him as you packed you and your daughters stuff up. “Hey I know this is short notice but do you mind making space for me and my daughter tonight?” “Daughter? Of course. I got a spare bedroom for her.” You smiled as you wrapped up the call and took your daughter to the address he gave you.

He opened the door for you and pointed you to where you should put your bags and your daughter went to the guest bedroom he pointed out.

“I can’t lie, I thought you’d try and kidnap me but I had no one else to go to.” “I actually do the exact opposite. Military sergeant.” You sat down on a couch with him and let him talk about some places he’s been and gangs he’s taken down. You were genuinely interested and you both ended up falling asleep in each other's arms on the couch.

Now this ended up working out and you stayed there through the divorce and made the “guest room” Your daughters room. And his bed became your bed as well.

Through every step of the divorce he was there for you and even went to all the court dates. He realized what a piece of shit your husband was very early on and has forever hated him.

Whenever your now ex-husband came to pick up your daughter for weekends he’d sneak a pepper spray or two into her bag.

“Rudy, why's there pepper spray in my bag?” “Por si acaso chico, te amo, mantente a salvo.” ((Just incase kid, love you stay safe.)) He gave her a small hug and she walked out. “You taught her spanish?” “Sí, you’re next.”

You giggled, “Sé un poco de español.” ((I know a little spanish.)) He smirked at you as you spoke and picked you up off your feet and sat you on a kitchen counter.

You giggled as he pulled out some old cookbook and started cooking and teaching you Spanish at the same time. You truly loved him.

When your daughter comes home, he checks her bag to see the pepper spray still full so he relaxes and then takes her out to ice cream and the mall.

When he’s deployed he buys her new purses from all over, and he buys her whatever she asks for.

When he comes home from deployments he always makes the family some dish he learned while across the country, like its his medal for living.

When your daughter does call him dad on accident he never points it out due to her being embarrassed but he enjoys it so much he could cry right then and there like a baby.

“Dad!! Can you help me with this thingy I got?” “Uh-Yeah be right there kiddo!!” And he’s all smiley and looks at you like he's won at life, and in his eyes he really has won the jackpot in life, a beautiful soon to be wife and an amazing daughter.

I really loved this!!, Sorry for lack of fics I just got home from out of state<3.

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 9 months

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These Nimona headcanons are dedicated to the people who keep asking me how I come up with them (short answer: I have no fucking clue)

While Ambrosius is the one to keep the house clean Bal is the only reason their schedules are even somewhat put together

This man has multiple calendars one physical calendar in their living room

A digital one for just him that’s dedicated to things that he knows the duo would be bored by

And a digital calendar for the trio themselves which is his pride and fucking joy

His baby a digital miracle and what he genuinely considers to be his magnum opus

Because Ambrosius and Nimona are the hardest people to organize schedules with

Every conversation with them would go something like this “Hey what are you doing next week” “Oh I’m going to work” “Okay do you know what time you have to head in” *shrugs* “Do you know if you have days off” *shrugs again* “do you even know what days you’re going in” *shrugs one last time*

And then Bal would have to walk away because he was really to commit a crime

No one knows how he actually got their schedules

Nimona doesn’t know how Bal scheduled plans for them when he didn’t have their friend's contact info

It scares Ambrosius how Bal’s able to fit is incredibly hectic days in nice neat color coordinated boxes

The duo doesn’t ask questions and they don’t fuck with the schedule

They just follow it cause it’s always right

Which is kind of horrifying

There is one chore in the house that not even the resident clean freak (my baby golden boy) likes

And that’s washing the dishes

Not a singular person in that house will ever do the dishes without complaining even a little bit

They always take turns and it’s always a lose-lose situation

Because even though there’s this feeling of “dodged that bullet today” they’re also a little guilty because they know the person doing it hates it just as much

They bought dish gloves because that slightly helped the problem

But those things tear like it’s no one’s business which is the fucking worst

One time Bal walked into the kitchen to see Ambrosius crying over the dishes

He asked what’s wrong and all he had to say was “glove”

And Bal knew what he meant because Ambrosius swears that having wet rubber rub up against your skin is almost as bad as touching the bare dishes

Every time Ambrosius or Bal have to leave for more than a couple of days the other will joke that they're a single father

Anytime someone checks in on them they’ll say something like “The life of a single parent is hard but fulfilling”

This basically just translates to them missing their spouse so could someone please bring them back as soon as possible

Nimona always jokes they’re a child of divorce when the boys make that joke

The jokes range from “Being a child of divorce is so stressful” to “Good riddance I never liked him anyway”

Mind you those remarks come after Nimona hung off their legs as they walked out the door

One time when Bal went on a solo trip Nimona asked Ambrosius to go to the park with him

He didn’t question it just packed up the car and drove them to the nearest park

And he swears he only took his eyes off Nimona for a minute and when he turned back around he saw a group of sad-looking kids and adults crowding around a kid

And he instantly knew where he went

He watched in horror as Nimona pointed up to the sky and said “Dad!” a mom asked with a sad voice “Is your dad a pilot sweety?” to which Nimona responded with “No but Papa says he’s in the sky somewhere which is why he never visits”

He just scooped her up apologizing while making a run for the car

A lot of parents were very concerned about why the kingdom’s golden boy just snatched a random child they’d never seen before and will never see again

And they genuinely debate on calling the knights while Ambrosius fireman carries this cackling child away

They do and Ambrosius has to have a very awkward conversation with his old coworkers

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 8 months

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Don't mess with our dad

The great general Furfur was attacked. Somehow, winding up in the hospital with several cuts, a concussion, 3 broken ribs, his left kneecap broken, and a dislocated jaw. The large demon pouting about whatever had occurred.

A nurse walked in and smiled. "Look, general! Someone sent you a "get" well gift!" Showing him the large boutique of flowers that she arranged in the vase next to his bed. As well as a small card. For a demon like Furfur, who understood the meaning of several plants for research purposes that was anything but a gift.

13 types of flowers hidden away in disguised present. 13 flowers, basically screaming at him the same message. It was actually kinda cute how passive-aggressive the warning in it came.

Yellow carnations, meaning rejection. Columbine stood for foolishness, and the Geranium empathized that by adding folly and stupidity to the mix. Hydrangea showed signs of heartless or frigid affection. The lavender indicates deep signals of mistrust.

Orange Lily screams out hatred with its loud coloration. Marigold showed off grief and jealousy, but considering there were also Yellow Roses added, also implying jealousy and infidelity, he knew which way the message leaned. Then came the Peonies for bashfulness and shame.

The Poppies were a consolation of sorts as the Snapdragons spoke of deception and grace. The Zinnia were absent in affection while the Lotus tried to offer enlightenment and rebirth. Something along the lines of... 'Get lost, you jealous pig. I wouldn't even trust you in the next life.'

On the card, there was the entire misfit class, and several of them were holding a "get" well soon banner. It was rather sweet until he spotted his two trainees holding a sign over their heads. In big bold letters, it said. 'DON'T PICK ON DAD AGAIN!'.

Even that was somewhat amusing... until he remembered how he ended up here in the first place. A shudder rushed down his spine cause a brief grunt to escape as it pasted his ribs. Maybe he should wait a bit before he ever decides to visit again.

**the day before**

It was just an average weekend spent at home. All the kids were over and causing mischief. Balam currently had an energetic Clara on his shoulders whilst Iruma and Lied clung to his legs.

Kamui was sitting with Kerori and Elizabetta currently having tea. Alice and Sabro were fighting again, but they weren't destroying anything, so you chalked that up for a win. Picero was taking a nap on his cloud while Goemon, Allocer, and Jazz seemed to be playing some kind of card game.

Which left Soi, who was currently trying to sneak up on Balam with one of your freshly made flower crowns. You giggled as you watched the two of them playfully participate in a game of now you see me. Every time Balam-San would turn to acknowledge the little demon, he would disappear.

Overall, it was a lovely day. Too bad something had to ruin it. A shadow loomed over you, and you glanced up recognizing your uninvited guest. "Hiya cutie, did ya miss me?" General Furfur.

You gave him a blank stare in return. "What are you doing here?" The disinterest in you tone making the answer to his question very clear. "Aw, don't be so cold. Didn't we have fun last time?" That slick smirk stretching across his face.

"I believe I told you already. I don't waste my time with people who don't raise my interest. You had it, but you lost it just as quickly. It's not my fault if you can't maintain something." You shrug before turning back to watch your kids.

Somehow, Soi had either snuck up a tree without Balam-San noticing or the demon had let the boy think that. Either way, he hung precariously above the gargoyles head, shushing a giggling Clara as he dropped the laurel on top of their dad's head.

Shichirou, for his part, blinked and pretended to be surprised when he reached up to touch his head. "What do you even see in him?" You heard the frustration in his voice, and you stiffened.

"I mean, he's so weird, I heard he constantly carried creepy books around as a student, and he is constantly mumbling strange nonsense. So what's there to even like?" You could feel your nails digging into your flesh, your teeth clenching together like a steel trap.

"And you know even if he is strong, he's more of a pacifist, not very demon like if you ask me." Every word seemed to grate on your skin. How dare he?!? How dare he scoff at your husband/mate/whatever this relationship had escalated to.

Standing up, you were ready to send him flying through the garden wall. Only.... someone beat you to it? Well, more like two demon's cause it seemed Alice and Sabro had heard the red demon trash talking their master.

It seems all of your children had heard to actually as they proceeded to gang up on the large general before he could stand. Kicking punching scratching, you even saw iruma bitting him!! Balam cautiously approached you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Are you alright?" He whispers softly in your ear, brushing his woven feathers behind your ear as he does. You glance over to him. Seeing your present still firmly in place wrapped by strong vines around his neck. The pretty stone sort of winking in the light.

Reaching up, you wiped your shocked tears off of your face in surprise. Oh! You hadn't realized you were crying. "Yeah, it's just..." looking back in time to see Clara and Sabro holding a large hammer and smashing it on one of Furfurs legs.

"I'm just so proud!" The tears of shock quickly turning into one's of joy. "Look at my babies fighting to defend you! Oh, where's my camera?!" You quickly grabbed your phone and started taking pictures.

The gargoyle shifted somewhere between nervous but also proud. "Shouldn't we stop them?" You waved off his concern. "It will be fine as long as they don't kill him."

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baurbiediv · 2 years

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watch it

a/n: readers got a slight attitudeee 🫣

you sat across the room as you watched jack mingle with his friends while some groupies tried to hang around them but were failing miserably.

playing with the straw you swirled it around in your drink that you clearly were no longer showing interest in.

looking at the girls hang around jack like he was a piece of meat had made you want to physically vomit, and for once you’d wish that he would’ve spoken up for himself but he didn’t want to destroy his image of being ‘the nice boy who had a good reputation with everyone’, you couldn’t blame him though.

he had a career for himself and he wanted to have a clean slate with anyone and everyone that he met. his ‘good boy’ persona was cracking at the seams when some groupie started to touch up on his arm, and that’s when you had it.

getting up, you left your drink with neelam as you didn’t want to make another big scene with breaking the glass down on the glass coffee table. “y/n?” neelam called after you, but you gently waved her off.

you quickly made your way to jack and the look he gave you was the almost the one of a toddler seeing their parent after a long overdue stay at daycare.

you bluntly and nonchalantly pushed the girl (nearly shoving) her away from jack. “excuse you?” she said, at this point nearly screaming to only draw unneeded attention. you looked at her, then back at jack who looked terrified, then back at the girl.

jack slyly snaked his hand on your waist to keep you grounded, but boy was he about to be so wrong. “you’re excused but i don’t know where you grew up, but in today’s day and age, i hope you know that you just can’t go around touching people and then thinking that shit is absolutely okay.” you told her, your hands somewhat now clasped together.

she scoffed, “my names lauren and you really must not know who i am -“,

you put your hand up, “first off lauren, i don’t give a damn or a fuck about whoever you seem to be.” you told her straight up.

“you obviously couldn’t be aware of what you were doing cause of all that botched dye job and toner that’s seeping into your head.” you spat.

by now she was getting upset and more people had started to gather around you. “jack you really need to put this girl in her place, i’m not sure how you deal with an attitude like this.” lauren snickered as she rolled her eyes.

“you know i’m glad you think this is funny, you’re an unknown woman rubbing up on someone else’s man. god forbid you get in this situation because that would be the day hell freezes over.” you eyed her with every word that came from your lips.

“now, i suggest you walk your ass out right now before your tracks get hung up as halloween decorations because of how fucking horrendous they look.” your words were spewing with venom, lauren who looked shocked and terrified grabbed her belongings and headed for the door.

but not before her friend attempted to throw water at you in their way out. if it wasn’t for jack being there and moving your body out of the way, you would’ve been pissed that the outfit you wore was wet.

there were people pulling you and jack out of the way meanwhile they tried to pull the other girl away as well. you reacted too quick as the first thing that you grabbed was a glass cup and you instinctively threw it at her without thinking twice and you watched as it shattered across the girls head.

that’s immediately when jack snatched you out the house along with the rest of private garden and the team. jack pulled you to the side, “are you actually being serious right now y/n?!” jack was holding back because he knew he didn’t want to yell at you during a time and setting like this.

you looked at your boyfriend as if he was crazy, “you’re absofuckinglutely right i’m being serious, i’m not gonna sit here and let no botched barbie bimbo bitch talk to me like i’m fucking stupid.” you told him with your arms crossed and a whole lot of annoyance displayed in your voice.

jack groaned and rubbed his hands over his face, you looked at him as you waited for him to say anything or make his next move. he took a second before he put his hands in his pockets. “so you’re just not gonna say anything?” you told him, now he was looking at you as if you had two heads. “what? no, look baby i love and thank you for defending me,” he said as he kissed your forehead lightly, “but you can’t go and just throw glass at random girls.” he said and you could hear the concern in his voice.

you sighed deeply, “can we go home? these heels are killing my feet ..” you said as you began to take them off.

jack offered you a piggy back ride as you gleefully accepted the offer as he walked you both to the van as he had you get in before him. he got into the back with you while intertwining your hand with his hand while running his thumb across the front of your hand.

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #bf!jack #jackharlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x black reader #black!fem!reader #black!reader

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trans-luis-serra-navarro · 2 months

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ok, so!! there's also another little thing about luis and the merchant that i haven't seen anyone discuss. in luis' house in the village, you can see a few packages of food (like in the first picture in your post, near the doll; it looks like a tomato soup or something??). and in the merchant's spot near the lake you can see a box of similar packages (not the same though, as far as i remember, but still they're similar, in a sense that it's still some modern food and it looks out of place in this village. it's something we only see in luis's house) sorry i don't have any pictures tho :((

so what im trying to say is that i just love that through these tiny little details we actually get a glimpse of luis's everyday life in valdelobos. i mean, just imagine him taking a boat to go on a little grocery trip to the merchant 😭😭 and it also kind of implies that luis actually knew the merchant and interacted with him somewhat regularly. like, it's not even that big of a detail, but i just love thinking about it 😭

(also don't stress yourself over answering these asks quickly!! there's no rush. i hope you're doing well!!)

Quick TW for discussions of food, starvation and animal death under cut!

@silverhexrt Thank you SO much for being so patient with me for this!!!!!!!! BUT YES YES YES OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO ABSOLUTELY RIGHT I’ve seen people talk about the canisters of food lying around his old childhood home but not NEARLY enough about the fact that those same packets of food are found elsewhere in the game too!!!!! Unfortunately I don’t have a photo on-hand of the exact model you’re talking about near the Merchant, but I do have a photo of one of the packets of tomato soup you were talking about;

Alongside the tomato soup there’s also various spices and I THIIIIIIINK what’s supposed to be a packet of noodles????

Needless to say Luis most likely did NOT have a very good diet during the last of his time spent in Valdelobos HFNUEENEUNDIDMD

And again I don’t have photos of the exact model you’re talking about but!!! YEAH!!!!!!!! You’re absolutely right!!!!!!!!!!!! Luis might’ve hung around the Merchant or even waited by his little corner stand for him to come back with decent food or cigarettes!!!! I doubt Luis would’ve been able to go along with him wherever he went cuz A) I think he would’ve escaped Valdelobos MUCH sooner if that were the case HCNWHENEUSN and B) The Merchant is kind of an enigma. Where’s he getting his stock from?????? Who knows!!!!!!!!!! He’s a mystery man we’ll never get answers for!!!!!!!!

It also makes me wonder WHY he gravitated towards those foods instead of just killing the livestock that hung around the village or eating the fish you can find hanging up on the side of the house. Did he feel bad??? Did he just not know how to effectively kill livestock????? Was he trying to preserve it???????? Or did he have a childhood preference?????? Did his Grandfather or whoever looked after him make him those foods??????? Did HE as a child wander into nearby towns to get those foods??????????????? How did his supply of food get so low????? Was Los Illuminados feeding him and the other scientists he worked with or were they starving them to death and Luis was the only one with a source of food???????????

I also wanna mention a theory a friend of mine @hamartia-grander put together- I’ll link the original post if I can find it but the tl;dr of their idea was ‘Hey! Y’know those yellow bits of paint that are splattered on crates n stuff that indicate there’s items inside in both the main game and Seperate Ways?? What if that was Luis who made them and put the items in to help himself escape later down the line?????’ And I think that paired with your theory that Luis hung around the Merchant for a while makes for a REALLY interesting narrative!!!!!!!

And also I am FAR from the first person to point this out but again. Luis clearly does NOT have a good diet while in Valdelobos. It makes me wonder if that added to the urgency of him trying to get out (I mean obviously but still HD EHENEISN HOW hungry was this guy) and if he DID survive, how would he react to returning to an environment where food is easily accessible???? How would that trauma and instinct to hoard come into play??????? Would he gain any weight as a sign of healing???????? It’s a VERY interesting subject to delve into but obviously one you’ve gotta handle with care

TL;DR is that I think people gloss over WAY too much the just. Straight-up HORROR of Luis’ situation. Like take all the supernatural elements away- this is a man trying his best to not starve to death and succumb to the same infection everyone around him has. He’s got no other scientists (they’re all dead) no other family (MEGA dead) and to me it makes the fact that his first and most important goal is helping the others instead of helping HIMSELF first all the more just. Devastating BDNEJEMSJXJ

Anyways this went SO OFF THE POINT YOU WERE MAKIMG DHENEYENDIDK but OUGH the idea of Luis and the Merchant just hanging out together trying to survive The Horrors best they can is!! SUCH a heart wrenching idea!!!!!! Thank you SO SO SO much for this ask I went INSANE over it clearly HDBEHENEJXNS

#luisposting #ask #asks #luis serra #luis serra navarro

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Hii🤍

I love all your works, just WOW.

if you’re taking requests could you maybe do something where Nacho falls in love with Lalo’s younger sister🙈

notes: render is female. words: 682

FORGIVENESS if this has no plot and feels very empty, I've been uninspired lately but I wanted to write something! Ask me for more Nacho x Render!LaloSister and I'll make sure to write something with a better plot!

The stay in Chihuahua seemed to be dragging on longer than desired. Ignacio wasn't happy about it, especially when Fring's failed attempt to kill Lalo didn't work out, and in a misunderstanding that occurred, Nacho ended up alerting Lalo before they could attack the Hacienda, causing Lalo to trust him even more now and his loyalty.

He had chained himself to the Salamancas by mistake and was now paying the consequences. Ignacio had the curse of being liked by absolutely everyone who knew him. Don Eladio marveled at Nacho's intelligence and presence, Don Bolsa met him and also formalized a friendship with him, not to mention the other Salamancas who were part of the Cartel, and each of them were detestable psychopaths and arrogant, none of them were spared.

But there you were, a young girl who shared traits with Lalo and his cousins, but seemed to be the calmest of all.

Nacho met you at a family dinner organized by the family on a Sunday. Lalo and his paternal family cooked grilled meat while the other family members hung out and talked. Nacho had noticed how numerous the Salamancas were, beyond those involved in the cartel. The women were beautiful and the children were unruly, and the family atmosphere almost fooled Nacho for a moment and made him feel comfortable, surrounded by the people he despised the most.

He approached the kitchen to grab a Corona beer from the fridge and seek some privacy to think. He opened the beer and took a big sip when a female voice caught him off guard.

"Are you Ignacio, right?" Your voice filled his ears, and the accent you had was somewhat similar to Lalo's, so Nacho quickly deduced that both of you were raised and educated in the same place, very different from the pronounced accent of the other Salamancas.

"I prefer Nacho" he said as he turned to look at you, realizing how good you looked leaning on the other side of the kitchen counter.

"Nacho" you repeated, and a smile illuminated your face. A smile that made Nacho tremble, the way your lips embraced your smile and your eyes sparkled reminded him too much of Lalo and his terrifying smile, but in you, it appeared much more genuine.

You courteously introduced yourself, indicating your place in the family and your familial bond with Lalo, which Nacho had deduced minutes ago. He feigned a disgusted expression and tried to be polite and friendly with you.

"Lalo hasn't stopped talking about you these past few days, about how you saved him and all that" you teased a little, gesturing boredom with your hands. "When he talked about you, I imagined a different kind of guy."

"Different in what way?" he asked with curiosity, noticing your boldness and charisma when speaking.

"I don't know…" you shrugged nonchalantly. "But not as handsome, that's for sure."

Ignacio felt his skin tingle just from hearing you. The way you spoke with such confidence and audacity to him, without even knowing him, felt familiar, and he wasn't sure if it was just your flirtatious personality or if you were actually trying to flirt with him.

"Handsome?" He laughed and realized that he hadn't forced his laughter; you genuinely made him smile. "And I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, I'm not at my best."

"And why haven't you been able to sleep, Nachito?" The level of trust you have taken with him truly surprises him. He usually knows that the Salamancas are distrustful and difficult to deal with, but you have been quite pleasant with him. "Is Lalo too demanding?"

Nacho laughs again and leans against the counter right in front of you. His hazel eyes carefully analyze you, and you can notice how he appears to have softened. "Maybe just a little."

"Well... I know some techniques to help you relax and sleep well at night."

Your words ignited something within Nacho. The sweetness of your voice and the audacity in your actions made him forget where he was and who he was talking to.

#better call saul x reader #breaking bad x reader #bcs x reader #nacho varga #nacho varga x reader #nacho varga fluff #nacho bcs #ignacio varga #request

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 4 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Four: Ikkaku - Night

669 words; this is me pouring one out to the times I worked late shifts, especially the midnights; this one is very safe for work, actually, but does reference potentially disordered eating out of one (1) individual, so that’s a thing to watch for I guess; again: what is proofreading lol

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Shift assignments were honestly not the worst thing in the world, but honestly… most of them had experienced much worse. Three sets of mandatory shifts, eight hours each; that would last for a month before everything was reassigned, four shifts of six hours. The months would cycle as such, with people getting shuffled back and forth with little care as to where they ended up. Things were always new and different that way. Besides, most people still hung out with one another even when they weren’t on their mandatory shift, making things somewhat different from the traditional sailing vessels.

Then again, when one rides in a submarine in a world of sail and paddle boats, everything is a little different, isn’t it?

The only thing that wasn’t different, Ikkaku knew, was the overnight shift. It was her sixth month in a row working the overnight detail and she was beginning to wonder if the goobers that drew the lots every month had it out for her. Uni had tagged her out of the boiler room for a break, allowing her the chance to head to the top deck and enjoy the breeze that they were afforded thanks to giving the engines a break and unfurling their own sail.

It was quiet, peaceful even, as she listened to the soft sound of the waves against the metal hull of the ship. They had already passed into the climate zone of an Autumn Island, the gentle currents guiding them the rest of the way to their destination. It was the sort of silence that was reassuring and calming for some and yet restless and loud for another. A thought of the Captain crossed her mind; he was likely pacing around his tiny cabin with no sleep, no dinner, and no plans to rectify either. She sighed heavily; might as well check.

Trying to not make too much noise, Ikkaku went back below deck to the mess hall, where she found the log where everyone who watched the Captain eat something. It was last updated by Bepo that morning (dry breakfast cereal, coffee, banana); the math wasn’t difficult. When she couldn’t find whichever idiot was supposed to be on kitchen duty, she scraped together what she could find (an apple, some carrots with salad dressing, a tin of herring) and brought it along with the herbal tea that Bepo instructed everyone how to make. She went to the Captain’s quarters with the tray in-hand and knocked on the door. Sure enough, Law opened it much faster than if he had been sleeping, and the stack of books and papers on his desk wasn’t helping any.

“What’s this?” He eyed the contents of the tray and scowled, realization slowly creeping onto his face. “I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“How do you know?”

“A birdie told me. Now are you going to eat or am I going to have a snack while I clean out the boilers?”

The Captain thought about that for half a second before taking the tray and closing the door behind him. Ikkaku stood there and waited for his brain to catch up, then his manners. In moments he was opening the door again with a cowed expression on his face.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “I know you’re not my mom, or my maid. Mechanics have better things to do than watch over me.”

“That’s right,” she replied. “I will beat your ass if I catch you not eating on my shift when you’re up during it. You understand?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t make eye contact as they stood there, the doorway suddenly feeling rather small. “Can I go now?”

Ikkaku patted the Captain atop his head and smirked. “Yeah.” He then retreated quickly, which allowed her to head back to the mess hall and write down in the log that food was at least accepted before she got back to Uni and the boiler room.

At least she knew the rest of her sift would be quiet.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Ikkaku #Ikkaku (One Piece)#Trafalgar Law #part of why I love staying up late is bc fewer people to interrupt me historically speaking #(living at home until your mid-thirties does that)#and I did used to work some late shifts both in retail and manufacturing #in fact at the latter I'd be done early but my ride wouldn't be up for another three hours so I'd write fic in the meantime lol #I think I'll upload one more for today but it might not be until late

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Could I please ask for a jealous Jouno x kianna reader like say he meets her because she is one of the hunting dogs and she distances herself from everyone because she clearly doesn't trust any of them but she kind of has a soft spot for Tecchou seeing she's less cold and Stern with him because she can actually trust him and she shows more of her soft and gentle side to herself to him and let's say jouno catches feelings for her and jouno is jealous that he gets most of her time and a bit of her affection and the rest is up to you

By the way she is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

would you always pick him over me?

synopsis - even if you were slow to open up to people, why'd it have to be him first?

includes - jouno ft tecchou

warnings - fem!reader, oc based off belongs to @nunezs-stuff, fluff, mentions of jealousy, pining, unresolved feelings, wc - 894

a/n: hello! please feel free to let ne know if i mischaracterized your oc in anyway!

they say one if the key things to becoming a successful hunting dog is excellent communication, especially within missions. but sometimes one's skill could make up for their lack of natural communication skills. and so under that one circumstance, you had managed to rangle a role as a hunting dog.

it was by choice that you didn't communicate much with people, you always found yourself distancing from others no matter who they were and mainly under the guise that you couldn't trust them and therefore severly limited the contact. even if it was highly encouraged for someone in your role.

but even so you proved worthy of being in such an honoured position and seemed to garter the attention of a particular hunting dog. jouno cared little for you when you were first introduced, if anything he strongly resented your silence and stand-offish nature. it gave him the wrong initial assumptions.

and in spite his initial opinions, as he found himself on more missions with you he started reading you in a different light. no more did he think you were rude and blunt but more as though it added to your charm. it was who you were and he ended up loving that about your personality - especially because he could be the same sometimes.

slowly over time those new feelings blossomed further into a longing sensation of something he didn't understand. or he did understand and refused to believe you had that much of an effect on him. and thus he buried any future feelings beneath the very little interactions he had with you, treasuring them even though he felt as if was quite far deep into regretting not pursuing his feelings.

regret that seemed to come in the form of two of his colleagues interacting. despite your adversion to talking with and even being near people you had felt a click with tecchou. oerhaps it was because you both had adversions to conversation if absolutely necessary. and while you never trusted him fully, you knew you could trust him a little but more than everyone else.

eventually letting down a few walls around him, becoming less stern and more open towards him. and the more you hung out with him, the more you felt the two of you truly understood one another and could become somewhat trusting. however, unbeknownst to jouno, you and tecchou saw these feelings as purely platonical and nothing more.

at first jouno had interpreted it as you finding your feet among new colleagues, but after he could start telling that you were being so genuine and spending alot of your time with him he couldn't help but become somewhat jealous. why did tecchou deserve your time and kind words while all he got was a few sentences and mission time with you?

never in his entire life would jouno imagine he would become jealous of jouno of all people. but he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at wherever he heard you two in the room as you often stood near to the other. and while you may not understand your feelings that well, you could tell how jouno felt. everyone practically could.

you didn't like the fact that he so clearly stewed around in his jealousy and never bothering to approach you about it. while you barely trusted him enough for something like that, a part if you reckoned you should give him a chance to get closer to you and see how you felt about it then. only if he got over his childlike jealousy.

but considering the fact he constantly pushed away his feelings you felt that if you didn't tell him to buck up his ideas and atleast try a bit to get to know you, then he should just forget the whole idea. you were always straightforward.

he did initially deny anything he had for you but realising it got him no where, he stopped. you rarely talked to him much and he knew not taking this opportunity would be something he would regret later on deeply.

and he never minded how slowly your relationship progressed, he did sort of prefer it that way. he still held jealousy toward tecchou but he understood you two had gotten along much quicker and he was just thankful that you gave him a chance. while you still were very silent, he just learned that it was a charm of yours and eventually he did learn to like it in some way.

you often distanced yourself from others, so this did scare you slightly but somewhere along the line you learnt that maybe jouno wouldn't be that bad to open up to. slowly but if he didn't like your oace or even respected it than that would just show the nistake. but he didn't and if anything you both could see something, but you still had a long way to trusting him.

#x reader #x fem reader #x female reader #bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x female reader #bsd jouno #jouno x reader #jouno x you #jouno x female reader

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Rayven's Revenge- Chapter 4

Summary: Rayven is the younger sister of Rhysand in the Night Court. She was banished 64 years ago for the murder of her sister. This is the story of Rayven earning her place in Prythian and finding out what it means to be family. We all know how her story ends...but how did she get there? I don't want to forget the demon princess with bat wings. Do you?

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none- canon typical content

A/N: WE LOVE THE VANSERRA BOYS OVER HERE. Also I edited these first six chapters about a billion times at this point, so if there's still typos I will unalive I'm not kidding. But also if you see any please let me know so I can fix them bc if my stuff stays published and incorrect I may never recover

Eris Vanserra was a brutish male, with terrible selfish instincts. He was a frustrating teacher with cruel methods and an even worse temper. Always trying to confuse her. Just when she thought she had something, he’d change the rules. He would have fit in well in Windhaven.

But as she scanned the words he scribbled for her, she could see the efforts of a fearful subject. He didn’t want Beron as a highlord more than anyone else. Maybe she and him weren't so different after all. Somewhat loving their fathers but still undermining them for the sake of their people.

She grew to love him and saw some of the reasons he taught her the way he did, but some secrets would always seem to remain solely his.

He described an area of land to investigate where there were whispers of a powerful fae trapped in the Spring Court. Beron wanted her for her supposed ties to the King of Hybern. The meeting had gone according to plan, besides the conflict of her potentially angering the spring court highlord.

Over the years she began to understand his cryptic words more, but sometimes he stumped her. Only half of what he had written made sense.

“What in Hel does ‘siphon’ mean?” She asked Rahne. She had no clue either.

He was always reminding her to destroy any evidence of their partnership with empty Eris threats. She couldn't leave any trace of his notes and if she jeopardized his position in the autumn court then he’d flame her.

She told him if he was so easily caught by scribbles then he deserved it.

As if anyone would know what he actually meant. Was the female suspected to be Illyrian? He knows she doesn’t have a siphon. No Illyrians fought on Hybern’s side either. If he was suggesting she needed the bastards for this, she was going to wring his neck.

She read his words one more time, ensuring she had the coordinates right, and let her flame eat the parchment. She could at least scout a few areas Eris described before she had to be back at Velaris.

Rahne raced back to her over the brush yelling, Shifter! Shifter! Shifter!

Rayven felt him in the treeline over her left shoulder. The winds of the spring court hung still, like they were stalling to watch. She unsheathed her dagger at her thigh and spun the handle in her grip. She did not notice Lucien to her right when he appeared around a tall shrub. Rahne guttered in the folds of her wings, embarrassed she hadn't sensed him first.

The Vanserra’s were invisible to her. What does Beron do to them under that rock?

His russet skin glowed under the red hair he and Eris shared. He was always darker than Eris, regardless of the sun they claimed to get in Autumn. His brown eyes were rich like ale, not the light amber of the bastards.

He was breathtaking every time she saw him. He knew it too and used his stunning beauty to his advantage.

“What a pleasure it is to see you again, Rayven.” He gave an emphasized bow at the waist. “A strange place to run into each other.” A sly smile.

She kept her eyes scanning for Tamlin, who was no doubt in his shifter form somewhere. “I could say the same to you, Lucien.” She did not bow back.

“I am a guest at the Spring Court,” he said. “Your business here has concluded. You are now trespassing these lands. What would your highlord say about that?”

“Quit scaring her,” the spring court heir’s voice came from behind.

She pivoted to keep them both in her eyesight. Lucien laughed.

“I thought I made myself clear earlier,” she said to the idiots blocking her way back to the open sky.

They had penned her here. She didn't risk looking up to confirm, but the canopy here would tear her wings up. She thought about risking it and asking Azriel to help her later, but Lucien pulled her attention. He placed himself on a rock a few paces closer to Tamlin.

Tamlin sighed at his friend. “We’re not looking for trouble.” He held his palms up.

“Good. Then stay out of my way.” She could maybe make a run, hoping to break into open air, but these were his lands. Probably even more so than Tarin’s at this point.

Rahne gravitated closer towards Lucien. His eyes never strayed from Rayven, but he was keeping her shadow in mind. She did not like when something was sneakier than her. And Lucien was a fox among wolves.

Tamlin tracked her escape attempts and sighed. “We just want to talk.”

The heir and her best friend’s brother had only a handful of years on her, but she was the one with the reputation.

Lucien was from the flame, like Eris. She doubted her fire would be able to burn him even if she could manage to reach him. It barely ever reached Eris, and that was when he went easy on her.

Lucien must have known where her thoughts led. He said, “You have shadowfire, but it’s two against one. Can we skip the dance and talk?”

“I like those odds.”

Some scary demon princess. They knew exactly who she was. Not the dark demon, but the outcast daughter. She hated them for it.

Rayven leaned down and snatched up a few short bulbed weeds. Yellow and bright against the tan of her skin.

“I apologize for my fathers behavior earlier.” Tamlin said. He searched her face, but she kept it neutral. “You will be safe here. I promise.”

She could easily take any seasonal court male, so he was probably right. It was the Illyrian males she needed protection from.

Rahne kept her silent focus on Lucien in the folds of her wings.

“You followed me here to say sorry?”

Lucien answered, “We tracked you here because you are a sloppy scout. You are lucky it was our beautiful faces that found you instead of the less favorable.”

Flames licked up her throat. Did Lucien know his words mirrored hers earlier. Knowing the fox, she would have guessed it likely.

“You're looking for her too?” Tamlin redirected. His eyes didn't search the woods, the way they did in the manor house. He knew how to monitor the forest with more than his sight.

“She must be special, to have so many lords placing bounties on one single soldier.” She hoped her opening was broad enough to get them to reveal themselves.

“Is your highlord aware of her yet?” Lucien asked this time.

“The Highlord’s will is mine.” Acid rose in her throat.

“That doesn't answer my question.” He wasn't eager to ask where she received this information.

“Why does Tarin want her?”

Tamlin answered. “I think he used to know her.”

Lucien casually laid atop his rock, but his eyes cut to his friend. A true statement from the heir, then.

She owed him a truth. “I recently came into this intel, and as we already know, the Highlord does not appreciate his time being wasted. There's no point in relaying an unreliable tip.”

“You don't plan on telling your highlord?” Tamlin pressed.

“I didn't realize this was an interrogation.”

Lucien smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. “Cute. The princess of the Night Court has a sense of humor.”

“Oh, I can be hilarious.” Her fire ignited, the shifter yielded a step, but Lucien lounged on his boulder.

“Easy, we aren't looking for a fight. We want to help.” Tamlin said.

“I am not asking for it,” she said.

“And yet you need it,” Lucien snarled. “You're lost in the Oaks, she would never be here. Besides, most of Spring has been searched at this point.”

“She's not here,” Tamlin said.

“Then where is she?”

“We don't know,” Tamlin admitted. “We’re searching Summer and Winter when we can, but half the time I’m busy running my father in circles. He never gave a name, but he asks about her like he knows who it is.”

Lucien barely shook his head at Tamlin. He was telling her more than he was supposed to. She would’ve done anything to have Rhys there to read Lucien’s thoughts.

“If I can get her back to Night then I can hide her.”

“Or give her over to your highlord,” said the fox.

“The other highlords want her alive. He is the only one who will accept her death. I get to her, find what she knows, and dispose of her.”

“That simple then?” He uncrossed his long legs and rose gracefully. “I’m done here.”

Tamlin kept his distance, but he offered one more comment in parting. “Don't tell him.” Then he was gone.

Lucien paused in his step. Her ears strained to hear his soft voice. “Do not meet him there again.”

His brown eyes desperately met hers, and she knew it was not a threat.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #rhys!sister #azriel x rhys!sister #azriel x reader #azriel

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mayumiiyuu · 2 years

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i saw your other taylor swift one for steve and loved it, so. i was wondering if you could do enchanted by taylor swift with steve harrington. something like steve telling the reader how like he is so in love with them?? if that makes sense, tysm!!

s. harrington || enchanted

A/N: naur bc i love taylor swift with all my heart, soul, and body and i absolutely love writing fics under her songs !!! anways, hope u like this :D

Steve stood in the middle of the room, his usual glimmering smile plastered on his face as he talked to the people around him. Music blared through the speakers while some people danced to it, drinks in hand, the mindless chatter of the party made his ears ring.

As much as he liked his social status as the so called 'king of Hawkins High', he couldn't help but yearn for some time alone, with people who actually listened to him when he talked, people who he could have more meaningful conversations than the shallow ones he usually had with the people he hung out with.

Even now, as he faked smiles and laughter, they were talking about some petty high school drama; who was sleeping with who, who got dumped, secrets and gossips filled the air, along with the occasional dirty joke thrown in by one his guy friends.

For a moment, Steve's popularity actually left a bitter taste in his mouth as he wished to be anywhere but here. He glanced around the room, looking for some kind of distraction to cure him of his boredom, or perhaps even a way out, an excuse to get away from the trivial conversation around him.

He felt his heart flutter as soon as his gaze landed on you.

You stood in a corner, chatting with who he assumed was your friend, the brightest, most genuine smile he had ever seen stretched upon your lips, lightly throwing your head back in laughter.

He was immediately enchanted by you.

He nudged his friend on the arm. "Hey, do you know who that girl is? Over there?" He gestures towards you.

His friend follows his gaze. "Ah, yeah, I think she's new here, Tina invited her."

Steve nods, still stealing glances of you. His friend notices and snickers, clapping him on the back.

"What're you waiting for, dude? Go talk to her."

Steve shakes his head, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans as he thought about approaching you in all your enchanting aura.

"Nah, man, I don't think I can--"

"Aw, come on, dude! It's time you moved on, besides, you're Steve goddamn Harrington! I'll be damned if she doesn't fall head over heels for you as soon as you smile at her."

Steve chuckles, confidence returning to him as his friend continued to nudge him towards you.

"Alright, alright, I'm going."

As he made his way through the crowd of partygoers, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, mumbling excuse me's whenever he bumped into someone on accident while he passed through.

You giggle at yet another one of your friend's snarky remarks about the party. You were new to the town of Hawkins, having moved from New Orleans to this far quieter, quainter, area. You missed the colorful, lively streets of your home city with it's jazz cafes and various festivals. Observing your downcast demeanor, your newfound friends had decided that you needed some sort of night out to lighten up your dreary mood.

For a moment, your home sickness somewhat fades away and your mood is uplifted with the liveliness of the party, reminding yourself that this was a new start for you, that your life would once again be filled with new experiences and fun adventures.

You spot someone out of the corner of your eye, a boy who you instantly recognize as you glance at his hair. Steve Harrington. Your new friends had filled you in about the inner workings of the school's own social hierarchy, and as far as you knew, this boy happened to be at the top of it all.

He flashed you a smile as he approached you, your friend shooting you a glance as if to ask if you'd be okay talking to him. You give them a smile, assuring them that you'd be fine.

"Hi, " He greets, voice charming as ever. But you knew better than to trust a pretty boy with a splendid reputation as him, looks can be deceiving, as your mother reminded you.

"Hello." You reply pleasantly, taking a sip of your drink.

"I thought I recognized you from one of my classes and just wanted to give you a warm welcome to Hawkins because you're new and all." He leaned his arm against the wall behind you, causing you to quirk your eyebrow, a smirk on your face as you gave your friend a look.

"Thank you, but I've already been welcomed."

"Well, I just thought you'd maybe like for me to show you around, let me introduce you to some new people." The smile on Steve's face never faltered as he tried to make a move on you. Despite his air of confidence, he was a blubbering mess inside his head, searching his brain for some kind of subject, anything, really, just so he could talk to you.

You chuckle lightly, sending your friend a look that read: 'is he being serious right now?', causing them to snort. Steve glances at them, and his nerves start to take over. Get a grip, Harrington, he scolded himself inwardly.

"That's a nice invitation and all, but I think I can make my connections on my own." You say, folding your arms. Right before you can walk away, he grabs you by your hand.

"Listen, I, um, I just don't know how to say this but I--I just wanted to talk to you, get to know you, 'cause you seem pretty cool and all." He admits, all the gravitas from earlier vanishing as he gives you an earnest look.

You exhale, glancing at your friend, shrugging, to signal them that it was okay if they left.

"I'll leave you two be." They say just before leaving, shooting you a knowing smile, to which you playfully rolled your eyes at.

"So, where are you from?" Steve starts, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

"New Orleans." You answer, taking another sip of your drink.

"Oh, cool, and what made you move here?"

"My dad got a job offer here, better pay and all that."

Steve nods his head, pursing his lips. Okay, so far so good, Steve said to himself in his mind. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of awkwardness in the air as he tried to make conversation with you.

Suddenly, you grab his hand, leading him across the room.

"Wait, where are we going?"

You smirk at him. "Personally, I'm not a fan of small talk, and it's hard for me to hear you with all this noise."

Once the two of you make your way outside, you take a seat on one of the porch steps, finally getting some sense of peace and quiet.

Steve takes a seat next you, fiddling with his hands.

"So what's your biggest fear?" You ask, completely out of the blue, your question catching him off his guard.

Soon enough, the two of you laugh and converse as if you were old friends catching up. He tells you countless stories of himself that make you cackle, from embarrassing moments to suspenseful ones, while you tell him about your past in your hometown as well as your dreams. He speaks about his future, admits his own fears and insecurities, to which you respond my telling him some of your own sage advice.

Steve doesn't know what's gotten into him, how he could have possibly told everything he did to you, someone who was basically a stranger to him. He doesn't know what it is about you, but he can't help how he feels completely at ease with you, how your enchanting presence seemed to put him under a spell that brought out everything he had once kept inside himself, unsure whether or not his friends would still think of him the same way if he had shared his thoughts and ideas the way he had with you.

In that moment with you, with your twinkling eyes under the porchlight and your golden laughter, he felt as if he could be his own authentic self, no need to hide behind false pretenses and facades. Even if he had attempted to do that, something inside him told him that you were far too sharp to fall for anything like that.

"You know, you're not at all what I thought you'd be." You admit, leaning your chin on your knee as you hugged your legs against your chest while you looked at him.

He laughed, nodding his head. "What, you mean like a stuck up asshole?"

"Exactly like a stuck up asshole, " you chuckle. "But you proved me wrong."

"Well, you're everything I thought you'd be." He gazes at you affectionately.

You cock your head, furrowing your eyebrows at his statement.

"What did you think I was?"

His breath almost catches itself in his throat as he felt how his heart beat frantically at the sight of you, butterflies swarming in his stomach as he heard your melodic voice.

"Absolutely enchanting." He breathes out.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things x yn #steve harrington x yn #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington

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Idk if this is like too specific but it doesn’t really have to be a big part of the story line because it’s just based of a character(and ofc you can change it around:))??

ANYWAY- so I wanted to request an Eric Forman x male!reader where it’s based of the episode where Eric meets that character Buddy Morgan after he’s assigned as a lab partner with Eric. They become good friends but Buddy ends up kissing Eric and then we like, never see him again. So that but instead of Buddy it’s reader, and Eric has a bit of an identity crisis and realizes he might like reader a little more than a friend.

Eric's Buddy (Eric Forman X Male!Reader)

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Summary: Eric’s new lab partner makes him have an identity crisis.

A/N: we were absolutely robbed of Eric and Buddy

***

It all started with a teacher-assigned lab project. Eric had gotten paired with a guy he never really talked to before. At first, he wished that he was paired with Hyde or even Kelso. But then his partner decided to introduce himself.

Y/n L/n was actually a cool guy. He was funny, smart, and rich. Not that that really mattered to Eric. It just surprised him because the rich people he knew (Jackie, the only rich person he knew) were usually stuck up, and Y/n wasn’t like that at all.

The two were walking to the parking lot, talking about the possibilities of their lab project, when Y/n unlocked his car. It was a really nice car.

“This is yours?” Eric asked incredulously. Y/n nodded, throwing his backpack in the back seat. “Oh, so you’re the guy I hate.” Y/n laughed.

“Do you, uh, wanna go for a ride?”

“Really?” He nodded again. “Hell, yes.” Eric ran around the car and got into the passenger’s seat. Y/n laughed at his antics before sitting in the driver’s seat. When he turned the car on, Eric started playing with the window, constantly rolling it up and down. Y/n grinned as he watched; Eric looked like an excited child.

That was a week ago. The two had hung out every day. It was mainly for the lab project, but they finished it quickly and were now just hanging out for fun. They’d eat at the Hub, play arcade games, or hang out at one of their houses. Tonight, they decided to go see a movie.

“That was a good movie, wasn’t it?” Y/n asked as he and Eric left the theater, heading back to his car.

“Yeah, I mean, who thought working at a car wash would be so much fun?” They both got in the car, settling in.

“What do you wanna do now?” Y/n asked. Eric thought for a minute before hissing.

“Oh, crap.”

“What?”

“It’s nothing. I, uh, I forgot to call Donna.”

“Oh.” Y/n looked out the window, somewhat bitter at the mention of the girl Eric seemed very hung up on. “So, is she, like, your girlfriend?” Eric sighed.

“I don’t know. It’s…” He sighed again. “I don’t know.”

“Hey, it’s okay to be confused, Eric.” Y/n reassured him.

“Yeah. You know, sometimes, I feel like, I don’t know. I feel like we’re in a movie, right? And I’m nervous around her, and I feel like I’m playing this part. But it’s not me-” As Eric talked, Y/n nodded along, leaning closer to his friend until he cut him off with a kiss. Eric didn’t react for a second, but when he did, Y/n pushed himself away from Eric. He started shouting “woah” over and over, his breath quickening.

“What?” Y/n asked, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Clearly, he had made some kind of mistake. All he could do now was play it cool.

“You, you, you’re gay!”

Y/n laughed, albeit a bit nervously.

“No, I’m not.”

“But you just kissed me.” There was a pause.

“Okay, I’m gay.” Y/n smiled, trying to ease the tension. By now, Eric’s breathing had evened, and he relaxed slightly.

“I think I’m ready to go home.”

***

Eric couldn’t stop thinking about Y/n and that kiss. It freaked him out; of course, it did. He wasn’t expecting his new best friend to kiss him. But when he thought about when it happened, he realized that there was this moment. Y/n had kissed him, and before he started thrashing around and freaking out, he was relaxed. That confused him. If Eric didn’t like Y/n like that, why would he be relaxed when Y/n was kissing him?

Eric decided to go down to the basement. The rest of the guys were there. One thing led to another, and they all sat in the circle.

“Where’s that Y/n guy, Forman?” Hyde asked as he breathed in the smoke before passing it to Fez.

“Yeah, I thought you two were best friends now.” Kelso teased.

“Oh, he, uh, he had stuff to do,” Eric muttered, staring at the table. He thought smoking would get Y/n off his mind, but he just couldn’t stop thinking about him.

It was normal to constantly think about a guy that kissed you when you were straight, right?

“What a shame. I know how much you liked riding in his car.” Hyde said.

“It wasn’t just about the car, Hyde. He’s a cool guy.”

“Hey, speaking of cars. There’s this car, and it-”

“Can I ask you guys something?” Eric cut Hyde off from his spiel that happened every time they had a circle session.

“Sure.”

“Shoot.”

“Fine.”

Eric had to word this carefully, which was hard because he was kind of out of his mind right now. He didn’t want his friends to know who exactly he was thinking so hard about.

“Okay, let’s say that you like someone.”

“Gross.”

“Shut up, Hyde! Anyways, you think that you have this bond with this person, like you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with them. But then another person comes along, and you don’t know what to do because you think you’re supposed to be with this one person, but you can’t stop thinking about the other.” Eric’s friends were silent as they tried to process Eric’s ramble.

“Forman, man, are you thinking of juggling Donna and another chick?” Hyde asked. Eric groaned, but Kelso cheered.

“Eric, you totally should.”

“That’s not what I’m saying, guys.”

“Eric,” Fez said, grabbing his attention while Hyde and Kelso started arguing over whether or not Eric should date two girls. “Do you like this new girl?”

Eric wanted to tell Fez that he wasn’t talking about a girl at all. But he didn’t want his friends to freak out over him losing his mind over a guy. So he just nodded.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Do you like her more than Donna?”

That made Eric really start to think, which was difficult because the wall behind Fez wouldn’t stop moving. He had known Donna for years and Y/n for a little over a week. There was no way he could possibly like Y/n more than Donna.

But then again, Eric had bonded more with Y/n in that one week than he had with Donna in their decade of friendship.

Eric suddenly stumbled out of his chair, running to the door.

“Forman, where are you going?” Hyde yelled after him.

“I gotta go talk to him!” Then he slammed the door behind him and ran up the stairs. Hyde, Kelso, and Fez all looked at each other.

“Did he just say ‘him?’”

***

Y/n was moping around his house. He felt so stupid. Why did he kiss Eric? He finally had a good friendship with a guy and then ruined it by kissing him. Thank God it was the weekend because Y/n couldn’t face Eric right now.

“Calm down! I’m coming!” Y/n yelled as he raced down the stairs and to his front entrance, where some crazy person was banging on the door. He looked through the window beside the door and froze.

It was Eric, who was still begging for the door to open.

“Eric, uh…” Y/n took a deep breath, looking down at his shoes so he couldn’t look at the boy in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you.”

No shit.

“Uh, about what?” Y/n was so nervous, but he couldn’t show it.

“You kissed me yesterday.” Eric was probably even more nervous than Y/n, but Y/n couldn’t see that because he kept looking at the ground.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”

“I’m not gay.”

This felt like such a punch to the gut.

“Yeah, I know that now. I thought you were throwing me signals because of the whole ‘I have a part to play, but it’s not me’ thing.”

“But I think I like you.”

“What?” Y/n almost choked on his own spit. It felt like he got whiplash. “What do you mean?” Eric took a shaky breath.

“Basically, my whole life, I thought I was gonna end up with Donna.” Why did he have to bring up Donna? “But then you came along, and at first, I thought I just had a new friend. But then you kissed me. And I’ve always been pretty sure I don’t like dudes, but for some crazy reason, I like you.”

“So?”

“So…” Eric thought that by now, he would have come to some conclusion that would solve everything. But he didn’t. “I don’t know. I still wanna hang out with you, though.”

“Really?” All the dread left Y/n’s body.

“Yeah!” Eric gained a newfound confidence. “And if you wanna kiss and stuff when we hang out, I think I’m cool with that.”

“Could I, uh, maybe kiss you right now?” Eric took a deep breath.

“Yeah.” Y/n grinned, stepping closer to him. “Just to let you know, I don’t have much experience with kissing guys.” Y/n laughed, gripping Eric’s jacket.

“Don’t worry, it’s like kissing a girl, but I’m a dude.”

“Oh, perfect.” Eric put his hands on the sides of Y/n’s face and leaned in. This time, he didn’t freak out about kissing him. He felt calm. Somehow, he felt better than when he ever kissed Donna.

“Do you wanna come inside?” Y/n asked. Eric nodded and was led into Y/n’s house.

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mill3rrrd · 18 days

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DEAR DIARY b hoover

“these bitch boys come too neeky, lying on a bitch that they can’t even have..” – ceechynaa

cw. reader has diagnosed anger issues (not really talked about too much but implied), slight violence and injury description, bertie has a big fat crush on reiner

wc. 4.1k

synopsis. you and bertholdt get off on the wrong foot, maybe you misinterpreted his gaze. to your friends’ dismay, you made yet another foe.

chapter two. forced proximity

dear diary,

ymir’s been pushing a friendship between me and bertholdt. i finally got introduced to him, but i don’t like him. he has this weird look in his eye. i know i said he likes me, but now i think its deeper than that. like obsession. it’s actually scary, the way he looks at me. i don’t mean to sound snobby, but it’s easy to tell when a guy likes you. they ogle you, they’re always making sure they’re within distance of you at all times.

i got a good look at him like i said i would. i can acknowledge good looks, he’s actually one of the better looking few. a tall glass of water, as one might say. he is, infact, VERY tall. bertholdt clearly works out. but he lacks confidence. that’s why nobody sees him.. or maybe just me, but anyone could tell he’s somewhat insecure. the sadness surrounding him says it all. and he’s a sloucher.

i think ymir wants us to ‘get together’ more than ‘be friends’ because of what she said to me two days ago. ‘i think bertholdt’s taken a liking to you.’ well i haven’t. he’s sort of weird. and again, he’s reiner’s one hand man.

you sighed, checking the time on your phone. 07:48.. historia and ymir would be here soon to pick you up, which explained the shorter-than-usual diary entry. you put your diary back in its usual spot and stood up to collect your bag. you weren’t really hungry for breakfast this particular morning, so you sat in your room until mr reiss pulled up in the front of your mom’s driveway.

you could hear the rain beating down on your window, you weren’t even sure your tights could stay somewhat dry from the time you left your house and got to the car. voices came from beyond your open door which meant your brother and mom were heading downstairs. you decided to follow them, smoothing down your jumper and ignoring the blazer hung up on your desk chair. you prayed that you didn’t run into principal kruger..

a car pulled up and the horn honked, you knew it was your friends, so you shouted to your family that you were leaving and swung your coat onto your arms. grabbing your bag by the small hook at the top, you opened the door and made a beeline for the car.

the interior was warm, seats heated and all. you shivered as you greeted your friends and started up conversation like the usual.

screaming, historia grabbed your’s and ymir’s hands. the three of you ran, people who were stupid enough to stay outside giving you all looks of disapproval. as usual, reiner’s group was on the steps—or under the canopy for cover from the rain—it seemed as though they were watching you three, waiting, even. unfortunately, there was no sign of annie or pieck which meant they were probably inside already or just hadn’t told you that they were staying home.

water splashed up at your ankles, soaking your tights and shoes. that would definitely be something you would all complain about later. you could feel and hear the rain hitting your coat, muffled paps! acting like a surround sound in your hood. ymir laughed, holding historia’s hand closer to her body while your hand left hers.

the three of you got to the steps, historia taking one quick step at a time whereas you and ymir skipped a few at a time. the slab of concrete you stepped on was, clearly, really wet. wet enough for you to slip backwards. a minimal shriek left your lips, eyes widening in shock. from the corner of your eye, you could see your friends lurch forward until they looked up–behind you.

a really, really big hand and pressed itself against the small of your back, preventing your fall. you could feel their hand curl around your waist as they prepped you upright. your hood slipped down, exposing your head to the onslaught of april showers and exposing your identity to the person who saved you.

“easy now..” he murmured, “you really shouldn’t run in such weather.” that sad and bored voice. bertholdt. you turned around, seeing him barely leaning over the railing that split the stairs and his arm extended to where his hand supported you.

“what the hell..” you didn’t intend to have such malice and snob take over the tone of your voice, but it just happened. you didn’t even notice he was there! you didn’t see him at all, just where does he come from.. and his hand was lingering. you were stood up and safe, he could let you go.

you could tell bertholdt caught onto your tone because his hand quickly returned to his side and his eyes examined you. his body straightened, rain droplets littering his blazer far quicker than they hit your coat. where even was his coat? it looked like his head touched the sky.

a twitch began in bertholdt’s upper lip which barely made a scene on his face. but you saw it. you sort of felt bad for the audacity you had to think how rude..

was i really that entitled? worry was seeping into your throat.

but if it really bothered him, bertholdt wouldn’t let you hear it, “a good ‘thank you’ would work too..” a flat, tired tone. you hummed, eyes swirling with distaste, “yeah, some other time..” he was one of reiner’s friends.

ymir and historia watched the scene from their spots on the two steps ahead of you, silently giving each other a know-it-all look: eyebrows raised, eyelids low, and a smirk adorning their lips.

a scoff came the group of boys receiving cover from the rain. everyone’s eyes turned to reiner, who pushed himself to the front, clearly not impressed by the scene he just witnessed.

“i wish you’d let her fall,” reiner frowned, looking bertholdt in the eye. you rolled your own, returning to historia’s side. with a cough, you murmured, “i wish your mom didn’t hoe around..” referring to the fact reiner was an affair baby.

“speak louder, y/n, we all know you have a big mouth so use it!” reiner’s tone almost sent you rigid, almost. with a smile, you turned to his burly figure, “you heard me..”

bertholdt returned to reiner’s side, like a dog, eyes looking through you, “i don’t think you’re one to talk about being a hoe..” boystrous laughter erupted amongst reiner’s friends. one of them even had the nerve to say good one, bertholdt.

“i’m sorry? i don’t even know who you are and according to ymir, i’ve gone to school alongside you since the first grade so maybe you need to learn something from me and get. it. up.” your lips popped, expanding your word’s influence. their laughter ceased and bertholdt’s cheeks warmed.

“and maybe, if you quit dick riding big brother, you’ll feel better about yourself,” you snickered, bringing up reiner’s nickname. ymir and historia giggled as you walked with them to the entrance but as you passed, bertholdt had whispered something he’d wish he hadn’t said.

“shut up, bitch..” bitch? like a dog? reiner had called you that once, he ended up with a bust lip from just a slap. squatting down, you picked up a piece of stray slate and looked at it in your palm.

“did i hear that right?” you whispered, your question directed at your friends. ymir chuckled, though it was clear she was more unsettled and historia frowned, “y/n, don’t do it..”

like a switch, your shocked expression turned into an angry one and you turned around, launching the piece of slate towards bertholdt’s face. a chorus of ‘oo’s sounded amongst the boys aswell as the sound of rock meeting rock. the tallest boy pulled his hand back from his face, staring at the few dots of blood on his hand. a gash went from his left nostril to just under his left eye.

“next time, i’ll shove my house keys in your eye!” your friends guided you inside, ignoring the eyes of any witnesses. with a small chuckle, bertholdt stared at your retreating figure, “have you got issues or something?” at this point, he was trying to protect whatever masculinity he had left.

he was thankful that ymir and historia had convinced you to leave his second comment alone.

bertholdt noticed how you always found the nerve in someone to strike. he, himself, was too angry to even feel the pain of the gash on his face, stop dick riding reiner? did she know? replacing the pain in bertholdt’s face, a sickness swirled in his abdomen. what if he did feel better if he just gave up on pursuing reiner?

she deserved it, she has no manners, i helped her and she couldn’t even thank me..

reiner broke his friend out of his silence, patting him on the shoulder, “thanks, man, always at my defence!” the praise made happiness replace that sickness. reiner was proud and maybe bertholdt could pursue him for just a while longer.

“ah, it’s no worry..” bertholdt rubbed the back of his neck, ignoring how the rain was washing the blood down his face and creating a pool in his philtrum. the blonde removed his hand, gesturing to the cut, “you might wanna get that checked, though, the rock looked dirty..”

with a slow nod, bertholdt’s eyes flickered all over reiner’s face, “yeah, i will.”

after reiner stepped away, his friends crowded him to congratulate him on ‘taking it like a champ’ or to show genuine care about his injury. what was common, however, was that they all prided him in ‘resisting the temptation of the slut.’

you and your girls reunited at your usual table at break. your sour mood shifted when you had all sat down with your food, finally getting a chance to rant about it.

“i actually hate bertholdt,” you grumbled, resting your cheek on your fist, “he’s made it onto the same list as reiner.”

ymir sighed and took a bite of her sandwhich, “here we go..” pieck and annie shared looks of confusion before the black haired girl decided to ask, “what happened?”

“i am so glad you asked!” for the next five minutes, you explained how bertholdt caught you, reiner got pissy about it and suddenly he switched up and started belittling you. you spent an extra amount of time talking about how bertholdt called you a bitch.

with a gasp, pieck set down her drink, “bertholdt hoover? he called you a bitch? like ‘super quiet, minds his business, wouldn’t hurt a fly’ bertholdt hoover?” you nodded, confirming pieck’s questions. annie chuckled, “it’s always the quiet ones who really have a lot to say, even if they don’t say it, y’know?”

“don’t leave out how you said to him ‘what the hell?’ and gave him the most grossed out look ever when he caught you..” historia chided, though humour was evident in her voice. with a sigh, you nodded, “i guess i did do that, but i felt bad about it, i still would if he didn’t call me a bitch..”

“how about we act out the whole scene, hisu?” ymir suggested, cheek evident in her voice. historia agreed. the two stood up, ymir acting as bertholdt and historia acting as you. historia fell backwards and ymir put her hand on her back, “oh y/n, take it easy, what if you fell?” she made a goo-goo voice, pouting at historia who acted faint, a hand over her forehead.

“bertholdt, please let go, if you hold on any longer, i’ll fall in love!” the two broke out of character, laughing, though ymir was significantly louder than historia which caught a few people’s ears.

“har, har,” you dropped sarcastically, “that’s definitely how it went..” the girls sat back down. ymir leaned forward, her right forearm resting on the table, “oh, it is how it went.”

“i think if you had actually acknowledged him instead of not acknowledging him, you two would be cute,” historia shrugged, picking at her chicken salad, “it’s ashame you two got off on the wrong foot, he usually is quite nice.”

“wait.. have you all spoken to him?” everyone on your table said yes.

“i grew up with reiner, of course i’ve spoken to bertholdt,” ymir said matter-of-factly. historia told you that he’d tag along to ymir’s with reiner when he goes to ymir’s for meals and gatherings.

annie’s lip twitched in reminiscence, “we did cubscouts together.” nodding with her mouth full, pieck put her thumbs up. it had been brought up in a past conversation that pieck and annie attended cubscouts together. ymir patted your back, “it’s okay, it’s only because of reiner that people notice him but you and reiner aren’t close so nobody blames you for not being aware of his friends.”

your head sank into your hands, “i just feel so bad, guys.. i threw a slab at him because he called me a bitch and nobody would’ve done that, that’s low even for me..” you pushed your food away, avoiding eye contact with your friends.

“what if you apologised?” historia and pieck suggested, “he was just trying to be nice in the first place, he didn’t have to catch you, y’know.”

with a raised brow and a scowl, you shook your head, “i’d rather not.. we both got back at each other so we’re even. it doesn’t mean i can’t feel bad about how i went about it, but bertholdt had it coming anyway.” annie hummed in agreement, tilting her head slightly, “even if he did help her, he still called her a hoe and a bitch. he’s really defensive over reiner but that’s no excuse.”

with a pat on the table, ymir chimed in, “yeah, in grade school, porco used to pick on reiner until he got bigger than him and bertholdt was always there for him. they’ve got this loyal brotherly bond, so you can’t blame him that much.”

“i guess not..” you agreed, “i’m not apologising though, i was justified.”

bertholdt examined his gash in the boy’s bathroom mirror. it was beginning to scab up but it was surprisingly deep. not that deep, but for a thin piece of rock? it slid into his face like a disk at such a scary force. reiner leaned on the cubicle behind him, “she’s so cute when she’s aggressive, she gets riled up so easily.”

“cute when you aren’t the victim maybe,” bertholdt frowned and turned around to face reiner, “miss magnolia said it’ll probably scar.”

a careless and loud laugh came from reiner, his head tilted back and arms crossed, “hey, atleast you can tell your kids about that battle scar, ‘yeah i survived the school’s witch and got a cool scar to remind me of my victory’.”

with an eyeroll, bertholdt unrolled his blazer’s sleeves, “y’know it feels like you aren’t my friend right now, you’re just some guy obsessed with a girl he calls a slut.” he was really done.

“c’mon, you know i like her, it’s expected by now, surely,” reiner scoffed but bertholdt scowled at him. scowled. his eyes blazed with unsaid sadness, anger, and betrayal. bertholdt had been nothing but loyal to reiner all his life. but it was clear that reiner wouldn’t do the same, he’s already throwing him to the wolves over a girl. the girl that reiner influenced the slut title to. the girl that reiner had picked on since grade school even though he knew what it was like to be picked on.

“i dont care wether you like her or not, you should leave her alone, drop it. you make her life miserable, can’t you see that? she hates you. you can’t even appreciate your friends anymore with her in the way. have you suddenly misplaced your loyalty? pick, reiner, the slut or me, your best friend?”

bertholdt was taken aback by the stammer in his friend’s voice. it wasn’t a hard choice. reiner should’ve been able to say you, bertholdt. because they were friends. best friends. bertholdt was selfish. he wanted more. he wanted to have reiner to himself, he needed reiner to just accept your unattainability. gosh, he’d even happily go back to when porco hated him and marcel had to apologise on his behalf. when he’d step in when reiner got kicked down and he’d sometimes get kicked down twice as hard. but they had each other.

bertholdt’s father once told him that companionship didn’t require an intimate relationship. companionship was brotherhood. someone to carry along with you so there was familiarity thoughout the tough and newest stages of life.

but it seemed he left a part out. maybe, just maybe, companionship was also seeing a friend off at the station when they couldn’t venture on that same train anymore to seek out the adventure and difference they craved. however, another person replaced his friend. an unfamiliar person who happened to be getting on the train bertholdt still lingered on because he was the one who couldn’t get off and experience unfamiliarity. so the unfamiliarity came to him instead. that person had gotten off a different train and was curious enough to venture into the unknown. the unknown that bertholdt knew so well.

“i see..” bertholdt’s tongue clicked, “when you can make up your mind, come find me.” as if on queue, the bell rang to signal the end of break. the door to the bathroom swung shut and bertholdt found himself in a crowded hallway.

it was a struggle to get to the stairwell leading to the third floor of the english block, but bertholdt got there in the end. mr berner didn’t appreciate tardiness and expected everyone in their seats by the time the bell rang the second time.

thankfully enough, he made it just before and settled in his seat by the window in the 3rd row back. however, as the second bell rang you and ymir walked through the door. bertholdt knew that you and him were in the same english class, but now he was very aware of it. you sat in the back corner with ymir infront of you. on diagonal sides of the room. but he was suddenly aware of his every move, as if you were watching him.

mr berner rose in his chair, “alright class, settle down.” he took the register before explaining the lesson. it was relatively boring, just him explaining p-e-e paragraphs and how to use each aspect of it into the paragraph. then, he gave everyone ten minutes to write one on why lady macbeth was significant to the plot. which wasn’t necessarily a hard task. if it was macduff, for instance, anyone would’ve struggled.

for the last quarter of the lesson, mr berner announced there would be a partner project set for homework, “you have about a month to complete it. i will hand out a card to half of the students in here and you will partner up.”

ymir turned around in her seat, grinning at you and raising her hand for you to return a high five. you smiled too until your teacher interrupted your happiness, “however, due to complications last time we did something like this, i will be choosing your partners.”

a collective groan sounded out throughout the classroom as mr berner walked down the centre aisle. the classroom was layed out as a four by six meaning there was twenty-four students and twelve would recieve a card. as he returned to the front, mr berner called out, “as some of you can see, the cards are not based on shakespear but greek mythology..”

“that is because we are nearing the end of the semester and at the start of the next one, we will focus on classical languages,” your teacher explained, standing infront of the projector screen, “you have all been given twelve different mythologies to study and create some sort of fact file. it can be physical, like a drama performance or something more factual like a display board. as long as it isn’t basic or boring! you will lose marks if there is too few information.”

a smirk fell onto his face as he examined his students, noticing how the lazier few of his students seemed to deflate, “now, i have already picked your partners based on what side of the room you’re on..” he murmured, bending down to his computer and clicking on the document that contained the partner list. one by one, he called out names.

“marlowe and hannah, mina and ymir, bertholdt and y/n..” it almost flew over your head, almost. ymir turned back around to snicker at you and laugh at your luck, “milieus and thomas..” you didn’t listen to the rest of the names. you were stuck with bertholdt.

“you have five minutes to make arrangements with your partner before i dismiss you!” with a heavy groan, you said goodbye to ymir and headed towards bertholdt’s seat since he had the card. mouth flatlined, bertholdt held his hand up like a dry wave, quickly putting it down. you pulled a chair over from the empty desk infront of him and turned it around, sitting opposite of bertholdt.

“what’s on the card?” you asked, biting your cheek and looking at the healing line on his face. turning the card, it read apollo and daphne. you nodded, smacking you lips and producing an ah.. sound, “i know this one..”

“that’s useful, then,” bertholdt hummed, fingers drumming on the table, “we have a month so should we work on it every saturday until the due date?”

that was a good idea.. so you nodded, “yeah, that works, umm.. does your house work?” it felt really awkward. nonetheless, bertholdt agreed and exchanged numbers with you since you didn’t already have it. without another word, you returned to your seat just in time for ymir to come back too.

“he’s healing fine,” you shrugged, “we decided we’d do the project at his house on saturdays.” ymir whistled, “his house? nothing is getting done,” hinting to something more suggestive.

with a laugh, she picked up her bag just as the bell rang. you rolled your eyes, “everything is getting done, ymir, honestly mr berner is not my favourite right now!”

back into the hall you went, heading towards history. you had parted ways with ymir when you left the building to cut across campus for a shortcut. and she didn’t have history but religious studies instead. you hoped you would meet armin along the way.

he was a nice boy, though he got picked on by reiner like you. you were sort of happy to have someone to rant to about it other than your friends and mr smith. however, armin was starting to come out of his shell and the last time you saw him, he had gotten a haircut. you thought it suited him. he was nowhere near ugly, even with the bob cut he donned since he could grow hair.

“y/n, hey!” just who you were hoping to see, “hi armin, ready for history?” he nodded and walked with you to mr smith’s classroom.

bertholdt dragged a palm down his face as he entered his photography class. he had been mentally cursing himself for the awkward interaction in english, he didn’t even want you at his house bertholdt was just incapable of saying no. he didn’t want you to see the state of his sick father, a feeling deep down telling him you were judgy like that. he could’ve suggested the local library or even your house, but honestly, he wasn’t risking bringing out the bratty attitude that was getting too comfortable with him.

bertholdt didn’t know where all these negative beliefs about you came from. he knew he was jealous of you, he didn’t know you enough to hate you but everything he felt for you was close to it. did he actually hate you? or was it jealousy talking..

sure, you dashed something in his face and scarred it, but he did name call you, but you were clearly ungrateful about him saving you from a potentially broken neck. sitting down in his seat, that familiar sickness pooled. you were really fucking up things for him and reiner. you determined their current friendship and you didn’t like either of them. it had him thinking about the delirious possibility that you could be a witch.

bertholdt had mixed feelings about you, just not in a positive light.

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At the Garden Inn - Part 5

Dieter Bravo/curvy female reader

Part 4

Warnings: negative self talk regarding weight, slight mentions of verbal abuse, mentions of Dieter’s experience in The Bubble

Sorry this took so long! I knew where I wanted them to go, but getting there was a different story!

Also, thanks to the lovely @ukyokuonji for the review of dieter’s endearment for you <3

You spent the morning trying your very best to be productive, but you kept getting lost in your thoughts about Dieter. He seemed to actually be somewhat interested in you, but you couldn’t be quite sure what he was actually interested in.

You had never been into casual flings and random hookups even after your divorce from your dick of an ex-husband and weren’t looking for that now. From everything you’d seen about Dieter, he was the king of hookups and casual flings.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. You were getting too in your head. It’s not like he propositioned you.

Your phone buzzed and you grabbed at it eagerly.

[Mr. Lucas]: Why didn't you tell me Dieter Bravo was staying in my hotel?

You sighed. Of fucking course. You picked up your office phone and dialed him.

“Well?” he answered.

“I didn’t know I needed to inform you of all our guests. Besides, Dieter is trying to be discreet.” You fudged the truth a little, but figured the man would back you up if needed.

“Oh, Dieter, is it? Well, I’m the one who signs your paychecks, so we’ll stick with what I want. And what I want is to know when movie stars are at my hotel.”

What the actual fuck? Who was this man? Mr. Lucas was a bit of a goober, but never really rude, or even generally involved much with the running of the hotel. You always sort of figured it was a money sink for him for tax purposes or something like rich people did.

“I’ll be sure to inform you of any more that stay with us.” You tried to sound as sincere as possible, and thought you did a pretty good job.

“Never mind that. I want you to add Cissy to the schedule for some bar and breakfast shifts while he's there. Text me the times she needs to be there.” He hung up.

Ah. That would be why he cared. Cissy, his pride and joy, the spoiled little twit that he wanted to have you train on running the hotel about a year ago after she’d come back to town with her tail between her legs when Hollywood didn't work out. She was beautiful as could be but “dumber than a box of rocks” as your blunt maintenance manager liked to say.

She wouldn’t even try to learn anything, just played on her phone, after informing you that she didn’t need to work because her daddy was rich. You’d eventually just added her as an “extra” on bar and breakfast shifts and let her do her thing.

She was definitely more Dieter’s type. You sighed and added her to the schedule and shot a text to Mr. Lucas with a picture of the new schedule.

As you were about to go back to work, Layla stuck her head through the door. “Dieter’s at the front desk asking for you.” She gave you the most shit eating grin as she said the words.

You groaned. Of course he'd be ready for coffee now, when you were in a shitty ass mood. “Do you want me to tell him you're busy?” she asked, uncertainly.

“No, I’ll be right there.”

She walked back to the front and you took a moment to take a deep breath and straighten your clothes. You followed Layla and as you came from the back office you saw Dieter chatting with Vicky, another of your desk agents. When he saw you, his face lit up into a wide grin. He was so heartbreakingly gorgeous with his wild curls going everywhere, his worn tee-shirt, and a cardigan that looked well loved.

You tried to smile back, but knew you weren’t as successful as you had hoped when his grin dimmed a bit. “Is this a bad time?”

You shook your head and walked over to him, “no! Not at all. It’s a great time for a break, actually.”

Dieter’s smile brightened again and he led you through the lobby to a table that was tucked away from both the front desk and the bar. It was also situated in such a way that allowed observation of the entire lobby without being obvious. It must have been where he was earlier, watching you at breakfast.

Does he not want to be seen with you?

He interrupted your thoughts by leaning in conspiratorially, “hopefully they won’t be able to find you and pull you away from me.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you, at both his words and his joyful and silly manner. “Thank you for thinking of that.”

You sat at the table but Dieter remained standing. “I’m going to go grab our coffee at the bar. What do you want?”

“Oh, I can come-”

He shook his head. “Nope, you've been working all morning. What do you want?”

You grinned at him. “Just tell Mary it’s for me.”

He laughed and disappeared over to the bar area that served as a small Café during the daytime hours. He came back quickly with your iced drink and his drink.

“Now,” he said as he sat down, “what’s got a frown on your beautiful face?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You started to answer when he touched your hand softly. Your eyes snapped up to his and he had an uncommonly serious look on his face.

“Why do you do that when I compliment you?”

You blinked. “Do what?”

He sighed and shook his head. “Never mind. So, what has irritated you today?”

You weren’t sure, but he seemed slightly annoyed. “The owner. He found out you were staying.”

“And that's a bad thing?”

You laughed softly. “It is when he forces me to put his daughter on the schedule in the hopes that you'll fall in love with her pretty face.”

He raised an eyebrow then grinned widely. “Jealous, mi colibrí?”

You laughed again. “Dieter, if you fall in love with her, then I highly underestimated your intelligence.”

He let out a snort. “You wouldn’t be the first.”

You shook your head. “You underestimate yourself, I think.”

Dieter looked a bit flustered and took a sip of his coffee. “I think you have a higher opinion of me than I deserve. My last relationship started because I fell in love with the only person who had enough brains in her head to actually help and save my life during my OD. The rest of the fuckers had the idea to put me in a bathtub filled with ice. Hardly knew the girl at all. And when the obviously deeply flawed relationship ran its course, my solution was to propose.”

You mulled over what he just told you. “That was Anika?”

He nodded, scratching at his beard. “That would be the one.”

You grinned at him, but it was strained. “At least she didn’t embezzle enough money to put you in prison and all but ruin your career.”

He blinked at you. “What happened, Hummingbird?” There was a hard edge to his voice that you hadn’t ever heard before.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks at his tone, and the endearment. “My Ex-husband. He helped himself to the company credit card I had at my last hotel. By the time I found out, he racked up tens of thousands of dollars of charges.”

“But why would that put you in prison?”

You shrugged. “I was responsible for that card. I didn’t actually go to prison. I was able to prove to my bosses that I had no knowledge of the purchases. I was lucky they were as nice as they were. They gave me a severance when they let me go, even though they really didn’t have to.”

He snorted, seeming to be skeptical of their benevolence. “And your ex?”

You shrugged, “They were able to get some restitution from the sell of our assets. They were satisfied with that. He was my ex by that point anyway. He left when I stopped paying his bills. Said that was the only reason he was with a fat bitch like me.”

Dieter let out an honest to god growl. “Are you fucking joking?!”

You sat back at his vehemence. “Um…no?”

He sat forward and grabbed your hand as he said your name in the most serious tone you’d heard from him. “Did he say that kind of thing often?”

You bit your lip and thought about lying. You settled on minimizing. “Occasionally.”

He swore under his breath. He seemed like he wanted to press the issue but then he changed the subject. “How did he ruin your career? You’re running this hotel.”

You gave him a crooked grin. “Oh, yes. Running a stand-alone hotel in the middle of bumfuck Arizona is my dream.”

He let out a loud laugh, saluting you with two fingers. “Touché.”

After taking the last sip of your iced coffee, you turned the conversation back on him. “So what was your meeting about?”

He waved a hand. “My manager and agent pestering me when I’m going to be back and to grumble about having to deal with PR issues. Like I don’t fucking pay them to do that shit. Plus, I’m not even getting into trouble.”

You laughed. “Not much trouble to get into here, really.”

He shrugged and stroked the back of your hand, drawing your attention to the fact that he hadn’t actually ever let it go after he grabbed it earlier. It was so comforting that you hadn’t even noticed. “I don’t know. I think you could be trouble.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the hungry look in his eyes. “Dieter..I..”

His lips curled into a lazy smile, making you think of a cat toying with its prey. “Don’t worry, mi colibri. I mean the good kind.” He brought your hand to his lips and once again kissed your knuckles.

“Oh.” Oh? Fucking oh? Really fucking eloquent.

“I’ve stolen your words? Well, this would be a good time to see if you’d like to have dinner with me? All you have to do is nod.”

You blinked and nodded.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice again in that low growl you heard over the phone. “I’ll text you later to make plans.”

With that, he left the table and disappeared to the elevators, leaving you sitting there still shocked. Did you have a date with Dieter Bravo?

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