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0cta9on · 2 months
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Good Idea
length: 1.6k+ words
Genre: smut
Itzy Chaeryeong x Male Reader
(Author’s Note: Typing this on my phone was a hassle, so apologies if the quality isn’t that great. Enjoy anyways :) )
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PLAYER TWO WINS
Your friend Chaeryeong throws her hands up to celebrate her victory while you slump deeper into the couch, the bitter sting of your 10th defeat in a row filling your mind.
“Get owned, los-“ Chaeryeong begins to taunt you, but stops as she notices your upset expression. She scoots closer to you, offering you an apologetic look. “Sorry, did I upset you?”
You lightly chuckle at her reaction and shake your head. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Chaeryeong.”
“Then what’s wrong, oppa?” She asks, looking up at you expectantly with her big, round eyes. You sigh as you recount the details of your failed date. A couple weeks ago, Chaeryeong recommended you to try a dating app after expressing to her that you wanted to meet someone new. She helped you set up your profile, and after a while of getting left on read, you finally managed to secure a date with a girl who you thought was cute and fun to talk to. Things were going great… Until your first date with her. Your lack of dating experience in the past few years turned you into an awkward, blubbering mess in front of her. It didn’t help that you decided to order the spiciest item on the menu that basically killed any chance you had of salvaging your date (and your taste buds).
Chaeryeong gently rubs your arm as you sink lower into the couch, accepting the fact that you’ll probably die alone.
“I’m sorry, oppa. Is there something I can do to cheer you up?”
“I don’t think there is.” You let out a deep sigh and stare at the ceiling, lost in thought. Maybe dying alone wouldn’t be so bad. It’s not like you haven’t gotten used to being alone by now.
“Um…” Chaeryeong anxiously bites her lip as she turns to look at you. “Do you wanna try touching my boobs?”
Your head jerks up as your eyes widen in shock. “W-what did you just say?”
“I read somewhere on the internet that guys like touching boobs.” Her wide innocent eyes stare back at you without a single thought behind them. Chaeryeong had a habit of blurting out strange things, but this is by far the most insane thing she has ever said.
“I-I mean, you’re not wrong, b-but…” You were at a complete loss of words by her proposition, but you couldn’t help scan your eyes down her body. Her white ruffled tank top accentuated her breasts while also showcasing her tiny waist and sexy abs she achieved from years of being a dancer. Paired with her skin tight jeans that emphasized her curvy ass and thighs, you almost humored the idea of running your hands all over her body.
“W-why? Just why?” you ask, confused yet slightly turned on.
“Because you’re my friend and I don’t like seeing you so upset,” she responded with a pout on her lip and puppy dog eyes. It was practically impossible to say no to her whenever she made that face. With a sigh, you end up giving in.
“O-okay okay, fine. Just… You offered this, so no telling anyone I did anything weird, alright?” Beneath your apprehension, your heart was pounding with excitement. Not getting any action for years made you go feral at the simple thought of copping a feel.
A smile grows on Chaeryeong’s face as she giggles with elation. “Okay!” She sits on your lap, her ass pushing against your crotch. “Don’t be shy, oppa,” Chaeryeong teases as she grabs your wrists, placing your hands on her ample chest covered by her top. You instinctively squeeze her breasts, eliciting a cute moan from her lips. Almost instantly, your cock begins to strain in your pants, smushed against Chaeryeong’s ass, as your primal urges begin to take over.
“Looks like someone is excit- MMM!!” Chaeryeong’s words are interrupted by your mouth kissing on the supple skin of her neck. All of your inhibitions fade from your body, every action driven solely by hunger. You couldn’t deny how sexy your friend was as she succumbed to your every move. Each squeeze of her chest, each nibble of her ear, each lick on her neck turned her body into putty, completely malleable in your hands. This became evident in how you are able to lift her top without resistance, exposing her braless tits.
Chaeryeong’s mounds were absolutely perfect in your palms, soft yet firm and perfectly round. Paired with her toned abs, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be able to rub your hands all over her amazing body.
“D-do you- ah! Do you feel b-better, o-oppa?” Chaeryeong asked in between moans. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her adorable innocence as if she wasn’t being completely violated by you.
“Yes, I feel a lot better. I want you to feel better too,” you whisper into her ear in a sultry tone as your hand traces down her torso, causing her body to shiver in response. Chaeryeong giggles at your touch, biting her lip as she looks at you with complete lust in her eyes. You slowly unbutton her jeans, making sure she was watching. Her beautiful chest begins to rise and fall with heavy, anticipatory breaths. The urge to completely ruin your best friend was ever present in your mind, but you wanted to take things slowly. Savor every second of this experience.
Chaeryeong, on the other hand, was growing steadily impatient. “Oppa~” she whined, pouting her lips at you.
“So needy,” you chuckle before grabbing her chin and kissing her lips. She immediately melts into the delicate kiss as your fingers play with the hem of her panties. Slowly, you inch your hand closer to her wetness, teasing her skin with each scrape of your fingernails. Chaeryeong lightly moans into your mouth, her body shivering with pleasure. You graze her clit, causing her body to jolt from the contact.
“O-oh my g-god…” she groans, giggling with delight. You grab Chaeryeong’s chin with your free hand, watching her expression change as you plunge your middle finger deep into her pussy. Her mouth gapes open as she lets out a deep guttural moan, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. With your libido at an all time high, your mouth latches onto her neck as you insert a second finger into her heat, plunging your digits in and out of her until your hand starts to cramp.
“F-f-f-f-fuckkk!!!” Chaeryeong’s squeals, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The walls of her pussy squeezed against your fingers as she came, staining her pants and your hand with her nectar. Her body suddenly goes limp as the high from her orgasm leaves her breathless.
“You okay, Chaeryeong?” you ask, smirking at her.
“Y-yeah… I feel… amazing…” She lazily plants kisses on your cheek in gratitude. This experience was definitely unforgettable - but you weren’t done yet. At this point, it was impossible to ignore your raging hardon, especially when Chaeryeong’s ass was rubbing all over it.
Standing up, you gently lay her down on the couch. She watched you, biting her lip, as you stripped her of her jeans and her soaked panties, leaving her bottom half completely nude. Her fit body was glistening with sweat and her sweet juices.
“Please take me already, oppa. I’m all yours,” Chaeryeong said, winking at you with a naughty grin. Without hesitation, you strip your clothes off, leaving them in a messy pile on the other side of the room. Your heart pounded with anticipation and lust as you lined up your cock with your best friend’s wet hole.
Church bells ring in your head as you slowly insert the tip of your penis into her. Chaeryeong’s body was complete perfection, both inside and out. A wave of ecstasy flows through you as her walls squeeze your member. You lean forward, catching Chaeryeong’s tit in your mouth as you continue to push through. Her cute moans fill the room, music to your ears.
“Mmm!! F-fuck… so b-big, oppa…” Her words were confirmation enough for you to start thrusting your hips into her. You start nice and slow, taking out most of your cock before plunging it back inside her heat. The jiggle of her breasts as you fucked her was mesmerizing.
Suddenly, she grabbed your face, forcing you to look at her. “F-faster… p-please, oppa,” she pleads, her wide eyes practically begging you to ruin her. You smirk, planting a gentle kiss on her lips before grabbing her hips and pounding her cunt with your hard dick. The rest of the world faded around you as you went rampant with pleasure. Pressure began to build in your loins, a sign of your impending orgasm. With the last of your strength, you slammed Chaeryeong down onto your cock, forcing her to match the rhythm of your thrusts.
Sensing your orgasm, Chaeryeong wraps her legs around your waist. “C-cum inside me, oppa. I-It’s okay.” With one final thrust, you went over the edge. Chaeryeong’s sweet pussy milked your cock completely dry. You collapsed back onto the couch, drained of all your energy.
“H-holy fuck… that was incredible,” you commented as you caught your breath. Chaeryeong snuggled up against you, smiling.
“I’m glad I could make you feel better, oppa.”
You couldn’t help but pepper her cute face with kisses. “If you’re gonna do this every time I’m sad, then I should go on failed dates more often,” you joked, earning a chuckle from her.
“Orrrrr, you could just go on a successful date with me and fuck me anyways,” she suggested, giggling as she bit her lip.
“I think I like your idea better.” With one final kiss, the two of you doze off in each other’s arms.
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shawnxstyles · 1 year
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please, call me peter
DATE: JANUARY 6, 2023
summary: you haven’t been able to come with anyone besides yourself, making you think something’s wrong with you. once you go to the gynecologist, dr. parker shows you that you’re just fine.
request: yes yes
words: 3.4k
warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering], dub-con, small praise kink, dirty talking), and a cute ending.
note: shooting out requests like webs. sorry that was lame. if this makes you uncomfortable, do not read.
gynecologist!peter x female!reader
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Your eyes scan the white room while you sit impatiently. Your heart lightly thuds in your chest and your fingers drum rapidly along your clothed thigh. The nurse had asked if you wanted to change into a hospital gown, which you politely denied. She gave you an indifferent expression before walking out, leaving you here.
You were at the gynecologist for one concerning reason; every time you had sex, you couldn’t come. Your previous relationship ended because you were unable to reach that euphoric high, which you believed was a ridiculous reason to leave someone. You weren’t as sad as you thought you’d be because you were too concerned with your own well-being to dwell on some bloke.
Before heading to the doctor, you had a quick hook-up, assuming that you and your ex just weren’t sexually compatible. But then you were proved wrong when you didn’t come. Again. You weren’t really the hook-up type, in fear of catching some unwanted disease or infection. Finally, you took matters into your own hands, literally, and masturbated with your fingers until you orgasmed all over your bed sheets.
See? It wasn’t impossible.
Then why couldn’t you come with other people? It had to be your fault. It had to be.
So, again, you were left here in the small hospital room sitting between empty stirrups with your ankles tightly crossed. The widening of the wooden door alerted you, your eyes shooting towards the man entering the room.
A guy? Your gynecologist was a guy?
You knew you were a decently healthy person because you were always on track with your appointments, even small check-ups. Because of your good wellness, you had never needed to go to the gyno. Until now, which seemed a bit nerve-racking all of a sudden.
The second the doctor turned around, you knew exactly why.
Warm, brown eyes peer at you with tenderness. Chestnut curls rest upon his head a little messily, but in the cutest way. He wore a professional lab coat over his casual clothing. His ribbed shirt and blue jeans seemed to match him perfectly. His cheeks appear a tinge pink when he smiles, welcoming and greeting you.
Oh shit.
“I’m Dr. Parker, and you are?” Dr. Parker asks as he plops onto his spinny chair. His eyes stare deeply into yours, causing your heart to race more than you’d like to admit. His voice was as attractive as his face, and you tried to convince yourself that he had to have at least one bad quality that you just haven’t seen yet, so you didn’t soak your panties.
“Y/N,” You blink to wash away the feeling of your nerves as your palms get clammy. “but you probably knew that already.”
“That is true, but I like for my patients to introduce themselves to me directly,” He states simply and you nod in response. Your sweaty hands interlocked over your thighs to ease yourself.
“So, what brings you in here today, Y/N?” Dr. Parker questions with a lick of his lips. He can’t help himself when his eyes drift nonchalantly, but quickly down your body. You were beautiful, which made it hard to concentrate on anything else, especially when you started talking. Your voice was silky, and he wanted to ask you more questions just so he could hear it more.
“I…” You were a bit embarrassed to share your reasoning. Was it common? Will he laugh at you? No, of course not, he’s a doctor! You battled with yourself in your head before spitting it out. “I can’t come during sex.”
Your jaw clenched as your hand practically hit your forehead in embarrassment. You couldn’t look at him because he was probably holding back a laugh. But you also couldn’t look at him because he was so handsome you might melt.
True be told, Peter already knew why you were here. He read the small report the nurse got before he entered. It was part of protocol and he wanted to hear you describe it yourself.
“That’s okay, darling. Nothing to be ashamed of,” He reassures gently as you remove your hand from your face. He smiles sincerely and you smile bashfully back. The nickname erupts butterflies in your stomach, and you can’t disregard the small wetness you feel trickle in your underwear.
When he asks, you go on to explain your situation in detail, even including the part about your ex-boyfriend dumping you. When Peter hears this, his jaw subtly clenches as irritation spreads through him.
Who breaks up with someone for that? He wanted to ask, but knew that was probably inappropriate. He does need to question you professionally though to ensure there’s nothing wrong. However, he thinks he already knows the answer.
“I’m going to ask you some questions that get pretty personal,” Parker faces his notes with you in the corner of his eye. You nod as your nervousness never fades and your heart beat remains quite fast.
Most of his questions were simple and straightforward, so you weren’t too ashamed to answer.
“Do you have any pain?”
“No.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“Two years,” You eyes strayed away from him, thumbs twiddling in your lap like an anxious child. He wonders how you got birth control without going to the gynecologist in the past, seeming as though you’ve had no history.
However, some questions made the heat rise to your cheeks. Your arousal worsened the more Dr. Parker spoke, his voice warm and soothing like honey.
“To clarify, you have orgasmed before, correct?” Peter was able to focus when his eyes were glued to his papers, but one glance at your adorable shyness and his cock was semi-hard in his boxers.
“Yes, I-I did it myself,” You hissed at yourself for stuttering. He made you so starstruck it was hard to form words. You didn’t meet many people like that in your life— now that you think of it, none at all. He surveys you for a moment you think was a little too long, and you tighten your ankles together at his burning gaze.
“Um,” He grunts, covering it up with a cough as his cheeks turn pink a tad more. Your lip subtly curls into a smile at his cuteness. Peter was nervous for the first time in a while, fingers shaking as he scribbled notes about you. He felt as silly as a child who had a crush on a classmate. “you seem very well.”
“So nothing’s wrong?” Your eyebrows crinkle in confusion, a lost expression cascading over your face when you feel like you’ve hit a dead end. You gaze at the floor, trying to understand.
“Not directly,” He says to reassure you. Your eyes meet his with a head tilt. Now, you were really confused.
“What do I do then?”
“Don’t have sex with idiots,” He grumbles, honestly hoping you didn��t hear it. But of course you did. Your heart rate quickens wildly in your chest at his blunt statement. “but to make sure, I’m going to check you, okay?”
Your eyes widen for a moment, not thinking you would have to be checked. Your thoughts immediately shoot to your soaked panties and how he’ll see your very visual arousal. Hopefully, he assumes it’s from nerves.
“Would you like to change into something more comfortable and accessible?” He asks, looking at your shirt with jean shorts. He checks most of his patients, so usually they would have been in a gown already. But at this hospital, the patient didn’t have to change, even though it was highly recommended. However, when they rarely denied the new wardrobe, the doctor had to undress the patient themselves. So far in Peter’s career, he’s only had to do that with incidents that were an emergency.
“No, thank you,” You answered with no explanation. Secretly, you hated the material of the gown and you swore it gave you rashes. Maybe you were allergic?
Dr. Parker nods once and turns to his little side table beside you. He slips on his blue gloves and tells you exactly what he’s going to do, so you’re not unprepared.
“And since you’re not in a gown, the protocol is that I must undress you myself,” Peter feels the burning red flame up his cheeks at his statement. Your eyes widen again at the image of the sensual action, but nod in understanding.
Who made that rule? You wanted to ask, but it seemed disrespectful. You honestly couldn’t tell if you loved or hated the person that invented that idea. Picturing Dr. Parker strip you only made a pool in your panties.
Peter’s gloved fingers unbutton and zip down your jean shorts with your permission. It was slow and steady, unlike your heart that was bouncing off the walls of your ribs. You know he could see your heavy breathing as your stomach rose up and down too quickly under the thin material of your shirt.
Your shorts were removed and then he was on to your underwear.
Peter’s cock pulsed in his jeans at the wet patch on your panties, his red blush never fading. He wanted to press the pad of his thumb against your throbbing clit. He would rub you over the flimsy fabric and then make you moan for him as he fucked you roughly with his fingers. He could assume that you were tight and tense because of your struggle to orgasm with another person, but the thought only made his cock twitch needily as he imagined you squeezing around him.
“Are you okay so far? And can I remove these?” He asks for consent and patiently waits. You nod, but he’s not having that. “Words, Y/N. I need you to say it.”
His demand caused you to clench around nothing as you stutter out a trembling yes, so he can proceed. Peter delicately removes your panties, sliding them down your supple legs and placing them with your shorts. You didn’t open your legs, but you knew he’d already seen the wetness leaking out of you.
“Okay, um,” His professionalism was fading from him. He wanted to devour you because you probably tasted amazing. The smell of your arousal filled his nostrils, making it hard to focus on anything. “Put your legs on these stirrups. I’ll help you.”
He guides your legs into the holders, strongly resisting the urge to gawk at your vulnerable area. Once you were settled, he looked down and nearly came right there. Arousal drowned your folds as your puffy clit poked out behind it all. He noticed the fluttering of your folds as the cold air hit your wetness. He wouldn’t need to use any lube on you for sure. Peter was losing his cool and was about to lose everything if he did not pull himself together.
“I’m about to start. Are you okay?” He could sense your nervousness from a mile away. He wanted to make sure you were okay, even if you’ve had sex multiple times before.
“Yes, doctor,” You reassure and his jaw subtly locks at his label leaving from your mouth. He avoids picturing his falling from your pretty lips, so he could focus on the task at hand. You didn’t notice, too caught up in your own thoughts of his fingers entering you. You wanted him to pound them into you mercilessly because you know he’d know all the right spots and special places to hit. You can imagine he’s soft and caring, and always gives immense pleasure to the woman.
You almost gasp aloud when you come to a realization; he probably has a girlfriend. Or a wife. A wife and kids. You don’t remember seeing a ring, but that doesn’t mean anything. Oh, God, you were daydreaming sexual thoughts about your gynecologist who would probably freak out if he could hear them.
“If it makes you more comfortable, my name is Peter. Sometimes that small detail helps the patients relax more,” He noticed your sudden panicked state and high tension in your legs, wanting to calm you down, so it doesn’t hurt. It was perfectly fine to be nervous, but it wasn’t fine for him to be this nervous. He’s a professional doctor, yet he’s thinking about ruining it all just to please you at this moment.
You feel the latex gloves graze your folds, making your heart jump up into your throat. Peter’s middle finger practically teases your entrance, and you hold back pathetic whimpers. Once he slips his middle finger inside, you release a shuddery moan. His finger stills, deep inside of you while he gives you a second to adjust.
“Relax for me,” You try not to clench around him, but you’re a lost cause when he begins to wiggle it around the tight space. Peter is struggling. His cock is about to burst at the seams while his middle finger sinks far inside you. Your clenching walls and hushed noises nearly make him moan. He sees you resisting the urge to moan and it’s killing him because he wants to hear you.
“You can moan,” Peter says, voice low and sultry. “It’s welcomed.” He curls his finger and slowly pushes in and out. You don’t hold back your moan this time as lust begins to fill your vision. It feels too good, even though you know it’s wrong. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter at his skilled finger and his concentrated expression.
Peter is positive you’re enjoying this. He can’t resist you anymore when he has you spread open for him. Plus, he found nothing peculiar inside, you seemed healthy. He could stop now if he’d like, but the contraction of your pussy walls around his finger and the sweet whimpers you’re eliciting spur him to continue.
“How does this feel, Y/N?” Peter’s voice was gravelly and lustful; you were sure to catch on by now. His question was borderline professional, yet inappropriate. At this point, Peter couldn’t care less because your face said it all.
“Good, really good,” You admitted with fluttering eyes as your hands gripped the sides of your shirt. Your name out of his mouth made you melt into his touch as you instinctively grinded your hips into his hand.
“What about this?” His ring finger slides in effortlessly, and they both curl inside you. You gasp, eliciting another shaky moan. His digits were thick and just the right length to satisfy you without even needing his cock, even though you wanted it. “God, you’re so tight. Imagine what you’d feel like around my cock.” He grumbles.
You gasp at his sudden profound language, but the dirtiness only made you more aroused. Your brain imagined how his cock would look buried so deep inside of you that you’d feel him in your stomach. You imagine this pre-cum leaking from his tip as he pulls out of you just to slam back in. Your core tensed at the thought.
“I didn’t hear you, Y/N,” He grunts gravelly, slowing his movements. He slips his fingers out, removing the glove swiftly. You whine at the emptiness, answering him. He was so sweet, yet dirty, and you loved it.
“So good! It feels so good, please don’t stop,” You plead and he smirks in satisfaction as he continues. His thumb rolls over your puffy clit, making your hips press into his hand as he slips back in. Your thighs contracted as they begged to close, but the locked stirrups blocked you from doing so.
“Who’s making you feel this good?” His tone was smooth and clear, almost contradicting his sinful actions. His pace becomes brutal, ramming in and out of you with no mercy. The rough texture of his bare hand sends a shiver up your spine as your orgasm nears.
“You! You, Peter,” Your chest heaves as choked moans leave your lips. His digits rub your throbbing nerves as his fingers glide against your walls addictingly good. Your fingernails dig into the soft flesh of your trembling thighs. His lips raise in another smirk as his cheeks flush that familiar pink. “I’m close, Peter,” You whimper, causing him to hiss at the harsh pulsing of his shaft when his name falls delicately from your lips just how he imagined.
“I know, honey. Can feel you clenching around me,” He groans when you release another noise of pleasure. His eyes wander down to your aching cunt as his fingers become drenched in your juices. You’re squeezing him torturously, on the edge of your break.
“Are you gonna come? Gonna come for me?”
Without another moment, your orgasm ripples through your body with a blissful wail. Clenched muscles and screwed eyes don’t even express the full ecstasy you feel. White liquid saturates Peter’s bare fingers before he licks them clean. It wasn’t the most sanitary, but he didn’t give one fuck.
Your face screams fucked out; perspired skin, droopy eyes, and a weary smile. In his ideal situation, he would have devoured you until you couldn’t take it anymore. But that was for another time. If there ever was another time, which he hoped there would be.
Just maybe not in a hospital.
“Well, Y/N, it seems like you are very healthy,” Peter grins, taking the tissues to clean you thoroughly. You can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks at his joking comment.
“Thanks, doctor,” Your voice came out a bit squeaky while your heart continued to stammer in your chest.
“After that, I think you should call me Peter,” He chuckles, sliding away in his stool to discard the tissues. Heat burns your skin from his adorable laugh.
“Peter it is then,” He helps you down the stirrups and you begin to get dressed with a goofy smile curling on your face. Peter doesn’t fail to notice this as his thoughts begin to wander. He knows he just met you, but he wants to see where this goes. He is confident that you’re interested in him (at least enough for him to finger you), so maybe asking you out isn’t the crazy idea he’s ever had.
“Y/N?” Suddenly, he didn’t feel so confident.
“Yeah?” Your response was breathless.
“Would you, um,” Peter hesitated to find the words. He really was like a little kid talking to his crush for the first time. “like to go out sometime? Maybe?”
You admire his bashfulness. He anxiously rolls up his coat sleeves while his face displaces a rosy blush. His brown eyes twinkled with hope as he waited for a reply.
“I would like that, doctor,” You smile genuinely and sweetly, your joyful energy calming his pent-up nerves. “I mean Peter.” You giggle when he blushes.
“Okay, okay, this is great. Here’s my number,” Peter scribbles messily on a small sheet of note paper, handing it to you. It was adorable how nervous he was for being a well-respected doctor who waltzed in with a sweet kind of confidence. You were giddy as well, but you were way better at hiding it clearly. You snatch the sheet with your fingers, tucking it away in your palm.
“Do you do this with all your patients, Dr. Parker?” You tease with a quirked eyebrow and a pointed finger at his chest. Peter huffs out a chuckle while clicking his tongue.
“Only the most beautiful ones,” He gently lifts your finger, kissing it gently before striding out of the room. Peter doesn’t forget to leave an arrogant wink as the heavy, wooden door closes abruptly.
Maybe being a doctor does make him arrogant. Sometimes.
You stand frozen, starstruck. Your breathing was back to heaving again because he left you breathless. And speechless. You jokingly wondered for a minute if you would die from a heart attack, due to the rapid thumping of a stupid organ against your ribs. Curious, you open your palm and unfold the slip of paper he wrote hastingly. Glancing past the number, you notice the small words underneath.
Please, call me Peter.
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I love your Danny Ric “what a shame”! Could you possibly do it from Danny’s pov? It’s ok if not
It Is A Shame - Daniel Ricciardo
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<word count - 1752> |part 1 - what a shame|
He knocked on the door, knowing he'd be the only visitor that you actually wanted to see. Of course, he had texted you in advance, so that you knew of his arrival. He was never one to show up unannounced. 
You had kept up your end of the deal, so it was only fair. Sometimes, he wished he could just randomly arrive at your place. He lived for the thrill, and there was something nearly exhibitionist about the idea of turning up out of the blue.  
The adrenaline surge wouldn't last long if his whole life blew up because the wrong person saw, though. 
The sight of you as he opened the door was enough for him to forget the rest of the world and take one, large stride into your room. There were times when he wanted to flaunt you around, show you off to the world, but that simply wasn't the world you were living in. 
"Look, I don't have much time, but I needed to come. I needed you," he said, approaching you as you closed the door. His eyes wandered up and down your body, meaning every word of what he said.
"Well, my door is always open for you, Daniel," you smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck as he immediately attached his lips to yours. Not breaking the kiss, he walked you backwards until your back hit the wall with a hard thud, your entire body jolting at the impact.
 "Shit, sorry, you OK?" He asked, pulling back from you as his brown eyes scanned your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. He knew you could take it a little rougher, but that didn't mean he wanted to hurt you. 
Yes, the majority of the times you saw each other, it was for a specific reason, but that also didn't mean he didn't care about you as a person. 
"Yeah, don't worry. It's OK to be rough, you know I'm a little tougher than your other girlfriends," you told him, tugging him closer to you for another kiss. 
"You sure?" he asked, wanting full confirmation. 
"I can handle this stuff," you grinned, and he could feel your warm breath on his face. If he could pause time, with you in his arms, he would. He'd stop the world from spinning, just so he could be trapped here with you, forever. 
He trusted you with what you said, and didn't waste another second of the precious time he was able to spend with you. Capturing your lips with his, he pinned you against the wall. Now that he had you, he needed you. 
As he kissed you, he felt his mind go into a trance. He felt like you were a witch, trapping him in a spell. You had this certain, bewitching quality that he couldn't quite find the word for. And he adored it.
He thought it was because you made him feel young again, you made him feel free. It was like you unlocked the shackles that he felt tied down by, and he could let loose and live. He was able to unleash his wild side, and have some fun in life. You were the thing he needed to relive the old times, to be Daniel again.
But the worst part about you, the part that he ignored to the best of his ability, was that you had met too late. His girlfriend was already known by the world, and it'd be a messy breakup, no matter how it happened. 
You were new to the team, but he wished you had come in a little earlier. It would make him look bad, but also you. People would think you were only in it for getting higher up in the team, and he wasn't going to allow that to happen to you. Not over his dead body. 
There were times that he hated himself for allowing all of this to happen. He shouldn't have allowed his... lust to get the better of him. But, there was no way to deter him from you. You were like his own personal form of kryptonite, you made him weak in the knees. 
His hands roamed all around your figure, before travelling underneath the hem of your shirt. He tugged it off and discarded it, the papaya fabric sent fluttering to the floor. "God, you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you all day? It's like torture for me," he breathed against your lips.
"Seeing you in my colours all day, every day, it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy, baby," he mumbled, letting you pull his sweatshirt over his head and sending it along with your shirt. His words dripped with sincerity as he spoke, wanting you to know that he meant all of it.
You trailed your hands across the skin of his chest, slithering your fingernails down his abs. Your nails tickled his tanned skin, and he couldn't help but let a smile dance on his lips as he kissed you. 
"You think it's easy for me to see you with that race suit of yours rolled down to your waist? Watching you is agonizing," you groaned, glad to finally have him. It was nice for him to know how you felt about him, seeing him around every day.
"Well, I'm all yours for now," he told you, picking you up with your legs locking comfortably around Daniel's waist. He carried you over to the bed, before dropping you down onto it. He crawled over you, his hands holding himself up at either side of your head.
As he leant down to kiss you, a loud beep blared out around the room. Daniel groaned and rolled his eyes, scurrying to turn it off. He searched through his sweatshirt, producing the beeping phone out of his pocket.
He scoffed as he saw who it was, placing an index finger to his lips as he picked the phone up. He was nothing short of furious, and he knew exactly how this was going to end, and neither of you got what you wanted out of it. 
"Hey, babe," he said with feigned happiness, truly not wanting to talk to her right now. You were in bed, ready and waiting for him, as needy for him as he was for you, and he was being interrupted. "I'm-" he started, but he was cut off before he could get another word out.
"I said-," he said, before getting cut off again. "I'm on my way, OK?" he confirmed, putting the phone down with a huff. He clumsily pulled his sweatshirt back over his head and put his phone in his pocket. "I'm really sorry, I've got to go, but I promise to make it up to you," he apologised, rushing over to you.
He kissed you again, savouring every second and tattooing the taste of you onto his tongue. The sweet vanilla of your lipgloss lingered in his mouth, and it drove him crazy. It was better than any dessert he could buy in an patisserie.
"Don't worry about it," you smiled, but the look on your face killed him inside. He knew that look, since you'd had the conversation about what it meant before. You were disappointed, and he thought you had every right to be. 
He had come to you, and now he was leaving without either of you having your way. The two of you didn't even need to do anything more than just lay in bed and cuddle, and that'd be more than enough for him. Holding you was enough.
He didn't want you to be the second choice, the one left behind at the end of the day. The one who slept alone at night, the one who woke up in an empty bed in the morning. He wanted you to be the last one he saw before he went to sleep and the first one he saw when he woke up. 
"I mean it, Y/N, I'm really sorry," he repeated, not wanting to leave you here. He wanted you so badly, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to quickly fuck you against the wall before he left, just so he could give you something.
If he couldn't give you his time, at least he could give you some sort of pleasure. "I'll see you tomorrow, Daniel," you said, gazing at him, taking in his every feature like you were never going to see him again.
"I'll see you tomorrow, honey. Again, I'm really sorry," he said, standing in the doorway.
As he dashed out the door, you muttered a small, "Yeah, me too," and the door closed behind him. He had heard what you said, and the guilt he felt was incomparable to anything else he had felt. 
Even just having a nickname used only for you felt like he was stringing you along. He knew that every one of your meetings, secret texts or inconspicuous exchange of glances from across the room just hurt you even more. 
He knew because it hurt him too. And after all that, all he could give you was a nickname of the sweet substance that bees made. Wouldn't Sebastian be proud? The more he thought about it, the more ironic it felt. 
You were the sweet nectar that kept him going, kept his world turning, kept his flowers blooming. But, you were also the bitter sting that left him red raw and itching uncomfortably for a long while after.
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Daniel was laughing and talking with her, just like he was supposed to. He played the role of the doting boyfriend who loved her more than anything else in the world, but it wasn't the case. He had seen you come in, and he spotted you out of the corner of his eye as you lurked in the corner. 
Your eyes darted around, and he could tell you were trying to distract yourself. He could see the sadness in them. He knew his miniscule, split second glances towards you went unnoticed, but there was nothing he could do.  
If he could, he'd treat you as if you were the only person in the room, as if nobody else existed. You made the blood rush around his body so fast that the friction caused a spark that he hadn't felt in years. 
He knew what you were wanting from him, and he remembered that you had denied his thoughts. Deep down inside, he knew you wanted the girlfriend treatment, which was fair. You wanted his undivided attention, not the twelve or something percent that he gave you. 
He knew how your mind worked. Even from that momentary flick of the eyes that he gave you, he could read you like a book. There were a thousand things running through your mind, and not a single one of them was as innocent as you looked. 
You wanted the girlfriend treatment in every conceivable way. He'd use your shoulders as a coat rack, and make sure you were taken care of completely. He wanted to show you how much he adored you without the need for a secret, intimate setting. 
Maybe he could even take you home, and kiss you slowly, lovingly, tenderly. With every ounce of love that he held in his perfect body. It was like you was stuck on his mind with superglue, and there was no way of yanking you off.
The shift in you was obvious. 
It turned from those eyes filled with remorse to something else. Something darker. You weren't looking at her though, you were looking at him. He felt spite towards himself too. He was living the perfect life. 
He was getting the best of both worlds: a girlfriend to keep his domestic life chugging along like an old steam train, and a girl on the side to make pure euphoria surge through his veins. It wasn't fair to either of you, and someone would be in immense pain at the end of it all. 
He felt the intense burn of your eyes shift off him, and to someone else. Now it was her turn for your mental tear down of her. You were so good to him, and you had to spend your days loathing someone else. She didn't do the job, so you were there. There to make the pain go away, to give the old dog some life again.
You were addictive to him - like straight cocaine off a club table, mixed with the sordid flush of alcohol.
The taste of vanilla clouded his lips, and he always had to cover up the scent of you after you'd been together. You were like the eye of the storm, the calm before the chaos. Being with you was like drowning in the swell of a stormy sea, the moments he stole with you better than the brief gasps of air he clawed to take.
As she giggled at something he had mindlessly said, she draped his body of him. But he preferred the feeling of your skin on his. As she tried to breathe, his mind was cast back to certain other times that you had had. A very different situation. 
He couldn't help but think what a shame it would have been if he just stood from the table and left her there. What a shame it would be if he came and pinned you against the wall. What a shame it would be if he ran his hands through your hair, tugging harder as they caught on the knots, just like he had done before. 
What a shame it would be if he kissed you as if there were no one else around, do whatever the hell he wanted to you because he could, and nobody would be able to say a goddamn thing about it. What a shame it would be if he never had to stop again, because you'd be his, and there would be no one to stop him. No one to get in the way.
What a shame it would be if he left her now. 
A/N - Writing Valentines specials at the minute, so hopefully you'll enjoy those. I get that this isn't really from his POV, but it's more about his feelings than yours.
Also, requests are still open for the 1000 followers thank you. You can comment them on this post, my poll post, or just drop them in my inbox! I'll do them all at some point, but I'll select one for the thank you. Enjoy, and I love y'all 💖
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Local writer bullied into drawing, it is now 11 so you get the full story.
Anyways the prompt was draw your blorbo looking in a mirror before and after trauma. I drew fanart of my own fic in the hopes that it would motivate me to write (it did not). Anyways, in BDOR, Wild already had trauma, but he gets more trauma by the end of the story. So uh, spoilers? He smiling now he eventually becomes happy. Probably.
Anyways, here it is. Might color it one day if I figure how to color digitally. I don’t draw XD I was told to scan it, and I did, but I don’t know how to upload the scan itself so I took a screenshot of the scan, sorry for the bad quality. Wow, that is blurry fr XD. If anyone knows how to upload a scan to tumblr, tips are appreciated
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Hello! If requests are still open (if not please ignore ) May I request cute parental moments each bad batch member has with Omega with reader included? For example, Tech and Reader helping Omega with her first pilot lesson?
(The Bad Batch) Batch x Reader: Parent Moments
Author's Note: This is such an adorable request!! Thank you for dropping this in my box! I decided to do little blurbs to answer this. You are free to read each one individually as romantic xReader, or view this as a collection of platonic moments.
This got me thinking about the Bad Batch doing dad stuff, and some of that fed into this XD Will probably make a separate post about it.
Enjoy!!!
Hunter: Teaching a New Skill 
   "Alright, kid. You ready?" Hunter asked, arms folded as he noted the eager expression on young Omega's face. You lifted your hand to cover your lips, stifling a chuckle as she practically bounced up and down.
   "I'm ready!"
   "First, you've got to ease up. Tracking requires patience and focus."
   "Right." Omega relaxed her shoulders. "Patience and focus."
   "That's right. It's about recognizing the signs. You may not be able to pick up on all the signs I can because of my...abilities. Neither can ________, as a matter of fact." He stole a glance your way. His tone was serious, instructive, but you caught the slightest taunting glimmer in his eye as he continued. "But she learned in her own way. And her skills aren't half-bad."
   You rolled your eyes playfully, kneeling down on one knee to survey the ground in front of you. "Yeah, sure." You eyed a branch from a shrub that had been bent in half, most likely stepped on by something large.
   "I didn't know you knew how to track," Omega said in fascination. She tilted her head curiously as your eyes scanned the area.
   "With him around-" you motioned vaguely in Hunter's direction "-we hardly need another tracker. But Hunter thought it would be a good idea to have someone else know a thing or two just in case."
   "And since you were curious about it before, _______ and I thought we'd teach you what we know." Hunter shifted his stance. He looked to you again. "So, what do you see?"
   "Looks like some sort of large leaf-eating mammal just came through here about an hour ago."
   Hunter lifted a brow at you. "And?"
   "Right. sorry. Two leaf-eating mammals. One of them is much smaller. Perhaps it's a mother and her young."
   He nodded in approval at your assessment. "Good."
   Omega's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow! _______! You're really good!"
   "Not half-bad," Hunter repeated, his smirk growing.
   "Yeah," you chuckled. "What he said. So, let's get started. Hunter, if you would?"
   "Rule number one to tracking is..."
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Wrecker: Protective
   You, Wrecker, and Omega were walking through the woods of a strange planet one of Cid’s jobs had landed the Bad Batch on.  Omega practically begged Hunter to give her a job on the mission.  He finally agreed to let her scout ahead, but only if she took someone with.  You volunteered to go, and for good measure, Hunter ended up sending Wrecker along just as a precaution.  Though Tech voiced that the possibility of encountering a danger was minimal, there was no telling exactly what was out there.
   “Keep an eye out, kid,” Wrecker said, though his tone suggested he wasn’t the least bit concerned.  There was a certain confidence he had as the biggest and strongest member of the squad.  It meant that things were less likely to want to go up against him.
   “Don’t worry,” Omega replied, narrowing her eyes as she looked around her surroundings.  “I’ve got my eyes peeled.”
   You were both proud and amused at how seriously she was taking the task that Hunter assigned her.  It was a good quality to have.  She didn’t scoff or complain at even the most mundane jobs aboard the Marauder.  She preferred anything to being left behind.
   Suddenly, you heard the quietest snap, like a twig.  You looked over at Wrecker to see he had picked up on a presence as well.  Omega hadn’t quite caught on yet.
   Another snap.
   This time, she heard it.  She looked over at you with wide eyes, and you put a finger to your lips as a sign to keep quiet.  You then motioned for her to return to your side, and she started taking careful steps in your direction.  
   The kid was brave.  She’d already faced many dangers and handled them pretty well, but in that moment, the worry was evident.  She didn’t like the unknown.  After some of the things you’d all faced, could you blame her?
   And then the threat revealed itself.
   It was a beast of some sort, something Tech had warned about in passing.  He’d said that the likelihood of them attacking was very low as they were mostly nocturnal.  The creature bared its sharp teeth in a fearsome snarl.
   You closed the gap between you and Omega in an instant, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her behind you.  The creature bounded toward the two of you huddled together, but its was stopped dead in its tracks by Wrecker, whose shoulder collided with the beast in a hard tackle to knock it away.
   He drew his blaster and planted his boots in the ground, shielding you and Omega from the danger, and took aim.  “Hey,” he growled.  “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size instead?”
   The creature raked its cold eyes over you and Omega once more, most likely debating whether its prey was worth the risk of dealing with Wrecker.  It lashed its tail furiously and gave another loud snarl.
   Wrecker took one step closer, and it stepped back.
   It finally decided to abandon the hunt.  The beast turned and sauntered back into the forest, leaving the three of you alone.
   Wrecker let out a hearty laugh.  “Smart animal.  Knew better than to tangle with me!”
   A big smile spread across your face.  “Thank you, Wrecker.”
   “Yeah, thank you,” Omega said.  She breathed a sigh of relief, the fear leaving her features and instead being replaced by wonder and admiration for her big brother.  “That was amazing!”
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Tech:  Bickering
   “Very good, Omega,” Tech praised the young Bad Batcher for her ability to follow his instruction.  She beamed at the note of approval in his tone.  “What next?”
   “We take a look at the systems, make sure everything’s operational.”  She squinted at the collection of warning lights flashing across the dash.  Her lips formed a small frown.  “There are a lot that aren’t…”
   “Critical systems are,” he said, raising his index finger pointedly.  “That’s what’s important.”
   You couldn’t help the snicker that escaped you, swiveling your chair in a failed attempt to hide your humor from the pilot.  Tech looked in your direction curiously.
   “What’s so funny?” Omega asked, amusement creeping into her tone at hearing your laughter snowball.
   “Oh, nothing,” you wheezed
   “I believe ________ finds humor in how I maintain the Marauder.”
   You clutched your stomach.  “Sorry.  It’s just- you’re teaching her bad habits.  We really shouldn’t have so many alerts going off.”
   Tech’s voice remained even.   “Numerous events and projects have prevented Echo and I from doing proper maintenance.”
   “Right, right.  I’m sorry.”
   Tech held your gaze for another few seconds while you bit your lip to try and cover another laugh.  His tone was still calm, though you detected that hint of underlying sass.  “I don’t suppose you’d like to assist in repairs?  Seeing that it is a concern of yours?”
   “I’m just saying,” you replied, internally oooohing at his passive-aggressive comment, “that under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t advise Omega to take off with that many alerts.”
   “Critical systems are unaffected.”
   Omega glanced between the two of you.
   “I know, but-” You sighed, grumbling, “I think I will make some repairs.  Where’s the toolkit?”
   “Maybe Tech and I could help?” Omega spoke up helpfully.  “This way, Tech could show me more about the ship, and we can get caught up with repairs.”
   “Excellent idea, Omega,” Tech chimed in.
   “Yeah, sounds good!”  You exchanged looks with Tech, all sass forgiven and forgotten, before diving into the lesson.
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Echo: Fashion Show
   “Hey, Echo!”
   He looked up from his data pad at the sound of Omega’s usual chipper greeting.  You boarded the ship close behind her and waved.  Both of you carried a few beaten-up bags from your trip to the market.
   “Hey there,” he said with a smile.  “Get anything good?”
   “Yes!  _______ helped me find some armor!”
   “At least for now,” you chimed in.  “Until we find something more suitable.  The kid needed it.”
   Echo nodded in agreement.  “Alright, let’s see it then.”
   Omega exchanged looks with you, her eyes alight with excitement, happily taking the second bag and hurrying over to her room.  While she got ready, Echo turned to you.  His brow furrowed in a look of confusion.
   “How’d you manage this?  We don’t exactly have a lot of credits to spare after that last job ended badly.”
   “I have my ways.”  Your tone was cryptic, but he didn’t miss the glint in your eye or the pendant that was missing from your neck.
   “_______….” he began, concerned.
   “Don’t worry about it,” you insisted, giving him a gentle nudge.  “She needs this more.  The kid comes first.  Besides, you saw how excited she is.”
   Just then, Omega emerged from her room, donning her new (slightly used) armor that you helped her pick out at the merchant’s table.  She held out her arms to show it off as she walked over.
  “What do you think?” she asked.
   Echo nodded in approval.  “You look like a Bad Batcher.”
   He was right.  The pieces of armor had been scrubbed as clean as it could, though it had its fair share of scuff marks and scratches from previous use.  She looked battle-ready.
   “It does look pretty cool, doesn’t it?”
   You tilted your head to the side.  “I’m afraid those boots might be a tad too big.”  
   “They’re perfect,” she insisted.  “Oh!  I have to show Echo the cloak!”  She climbed back into her room, and you and Echo both shared a laugh.
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Crosshair: The Pet He didn’t Want
   “Look, Crosshair!”  Omega beamed as she held the pup up towards the sniper. “We found a lost voorpak.  Isn’t she cute?”
   The pup gave a little bark and wriggled around, sticking its tongue out.  Crosshair’s already stern face twisted into a look of mild disgust.  “It’s ugly.”  The pup looked unaffected as he turned to walk out of range, but Omega followed him, holding the voorpak even higher.
   “She is going to be named Brandi.  And she is adorable.”
   “We could use another girl around here,” you joked, resting your hands on your hips.  “Come on, Cross.  Even you have to admit it’s kind of cute.”
   He sat himself down on a crate and began to inspect his rifle, most likely for cleaning.  “Don’t tell me we’re keeping that thing.”
   “Hunter said we can look after her until we find a suitable home,” Omega replied victoriously.
   “How wonderful,” he muttered.
   You and Omega exchanged looks, laughing, and took the pup back toward her room so it could scurry around for a bit.
   Over the next few days, the voorpak began growing on the Bad Batch.  Even Hunter and Echo would smile in amusement watching Omega play with the creature.  Wrecker joined in.  But Crosshair preferred to keep his distance.  He would roll his eyes and offer up complaints if the creature didn’t do its business outside or was in his way.
   It was one afternoon that the others went out for supplies.  Omega asked you to keep an eye on Brandi for a while, to make sure she didn’t get into any trouble, since you were staying behind to do a few tasks around the Marauder.  Crosshair would be around, but of course, he didn’t like Brandi.
   The pup followed you around the ship, barking playfully and smothering you with kisses every time you had to kneel down or crawl into a small space.  It was a few hours in, and suddenly, you realized that she wasn’t at your heels.
   “I’d better check on her and make sure she’s still on board!” you commented to yourself.  So, you set your tools down and went looking.  There weren’t too many places for her to hide, but you kept your eyes peeled just in case.
   Faint yip-yip sounds coming from down the hall caught your attention.  You followed it cautiously, realizing quickly that Crosshair had been down there organizing gear.  You didn’t want him to be bothered by Brandi, so you hurried your pace.  But when you reached the doorway, you were met with a most unexpected sight.
   Crosshair was sitting on a crate, staring down at little Brandi, who was hopping around in circles.  There was a small huff of air, like a brief chuckle, and Crosshair leaned down to pat the creature.
   It yipped again and cuddled up against his leg.  He didn’t say much, but you couldn’t get over the soft expression on his face.  “You’re not all that bad,” he commented, scratching the little puff ball with legs.  “I suppose.”
   You felt a presence appear at your side, and you realized that the others had returned from their trip.  Omega was standing next to you and peering through the doorway with a smile on her face.  She didn’t look all too surprised to see him being so tender toward the voorpak pu, and neither of you had it in you to taunt.  You both nodded and backed away from the doorway, pretending to have just arrived.
   “Oh, there she is!” you stated.  “She disappeared for a few, and I got worried.”
   “There she is,” Crosshair said, standing to his feet with a sigh.  He looked at Omega.  “Took you long enough.”
   “Sorry, we got side-tracked.  There was a really cool snack stand!”
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"So… Are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" You ask, eyes scanning the unfamiliar scenery in front of you. Tighnari chuckles.
"What, so close to the surprise? No, that'd be a waste. You'll see once we get there."
You fake-scoff, not mad at all. "I just hope you're gonna murder me somewhere pretty."
"Oh yeah," he says. "So pretty. Lots of flowers." He turns to you for a second. "It's to die for."
You both burst out laughing.
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A few minutes before you reach the location, Tighnari asks you to keep your eyes closed. You assume it's because there's signs on the side of the road or something, and you oblige.
Once you arrive and find a spot in the parking lot, Tighnari gets out first and opens your door. "Here you go, y/n. Worth the wait?"
You finally open your eyes - and your mouth falls open. You're left speechless.
He wasn't lying when he said there'd be lots of flowers.
Fields of tulips surround you, bright colors all neatly arranged in rows. White, red, pink, orange… The sunlight makes them pop out even more. It kinda reminds you of the first time you saw Tighnari's eyes.
It's so beautiful.
"So, this is the place," he finally says, breaking the silence. "I've known there was a tulip farm near us for a little while and I wanted to go, but I never had the opportunity. Then, you passed your test, so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone and take you here to celebrate."
"Wh- Wait, is that your favor? Me accompanying you here?" You ask, stunned.
He laughs nervously. "It's cheaper if you bring someone," he explains.
"Oh! Smart move." You smile, and you can see his shoulders relax a bit.
The thought of how cute he looks when embarrassed quickly flashes in your mind, but you ignore it.
"Anyways," he says, handing you a basket he was hiding behind his back. "Shall we?"
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You admire the freshly picked red tulip in your hand, dewdrops still littering the petals, its sweet smell surrounding you.
You place it gently in your basket alongside the other flowers you previously picked. You decide to pause to take a picture, and you jump when Tighnari taps your shoulder from behind.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you," he says, and you can tell he's trying his best not to laugh. You groan and a snicker escapes him. "Did you find any color you like?"
You nod and show him your loot. His eyes shine at the sight.
"These are all very good quality, y/n! You have a knack for choosing them." He then rummages through his own basket and hand you two tulips, one pink and one orange. "And I got these ones for you."
You take them, a bit surprised at the gift. In exchange, you hand him the red one you just picked. "Then, this one is yours."
He takes it and pauses for a few seconds before adding it to his bouquet. He mumbles a thank you and you almost miss the very light pink on his cheeks.
Tighnari then clears his throat. "Uhm, actually… I had a question."
"Hmm? Shoot."
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but… why did you pick a major with so much math and science, when you seem to hate it?"
It's your turn to pause. You let out a heavy sigh.
"I… I'm not on good terms with my parents. They're very strict and even toxic at times. They've put a lot of pressure on me all my life, isolated me from my friends, treated me like trash when I dared have my own opinion, and, uhm… one day, I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away."
Tighnari places a warm hand on your shoulder for comfort. You smile weakly and continues.
"The Akademiya was the furthest away I could realistically apply, and I was so desperate to leave that I picked the first thing available. I got in, and as long as I don't cause trouble, then… they're paying for my studies."
Your voice breaks a bit.
"If I fail this year, I'll have to go back."
A heavy silence falls on the both of you. You don't want to look at him and see pity - like every time you tell your story - but when you do look up, Tighnari's expression is nothing but concern and care. He sighs as well.
"My parents adopted my little sister when I was six, and she was two. Then, when they discovered her eleazar was too much to deal with, they abandoned us with my grandmother. I was ten."
You gasp softly.
"She also didn't like us much. I was too rowdy as a child, and she didn't really want to care for a sick toddler."
He looks away, to the distance. A couple with a child laugh in the middle of the field.
"I was basically Collei's parent, on top of school. I legally became her guardian at eighteen. Rukkha discovered that one day and helped me care for her. She was the first actual mother figure in my life."
He looks at you, and your eyes meet.
"You're not alone," he whispers.
A strange feeling squeezes your heart and you nod.
The silence that settles is comfortable, this time.
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▪︎Synopsis ➤ You’ve been attending the Akademiya for some time now, but for some reason this year is harder than the others. You’re failing almost everything regarding math and science. Your biology teacher, Ms. Rukkhadevata, offers the help of Tighnari, her TA... Let’s just hope he’s nice.
a/n: finally, we're getting a little bit of plot in- hehe :) I hope you guys like it! also those of you who know flower language, notice the colors of the tulips exchange ;) y/n doesn't know it but nari does
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toxicanonymity · 9 months
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Do you ever struggle with feelings of discouragement or inadequacy if your fics don’t do as well as you had hoped?
I’m struggling with that myself. I try not to get so hung up on it but it’s very hard, especially when something I’m so proud of doesn’t do as well as my other works.
I don’t even feel motivated to write bc I don’t wanna set myself up for disappointment
Discouragement, sure, I think that's natural sometimes. But I really don't feel like stats have anything to do with adequacy. Baring my soul, yuck. But fuck it we ball. Sorry it's a long answer.
I don't think I've ever answered a serious ask aside from the time i created Dr. rock which hardly counts but I've seen a lot of people struggling with this lately and hope this might be idk comforting to a person or two without leading to debate/discourse.
You mentioned something you're proud of isn't doing as well as your other works, and I can see how that would be disappointing. For laughs, I'll compare 2 of mine. These fics are impossible to compare (as are most, I think) but I def understand the urge to measure yourself against what you see as the potential. Aches: <1k popular trope I banged out in no time, wasn't sure about it, literally thought "people don't have to like it" before I hit post. >4 notes per word. Left in Lincoln: >22k posted so far, challenging, writing it for months. Has possibly driven me crazy bc I had this passing thought the other day and not about TLOU. (I didn't feel like re-reading it all): "I should just rewatch the movie. . .wait." 🤡 The whole Lincoln series combined has fewer notes than Aches lmao. But it's far more rewarding in getting to see it come to life, quality of engagement, and stretching myself 😏. It's not for everyone, for various reasons. Surely would have better stats without the twist I went with. But at what cost??
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Often, if people don't read or like something, it's a reflection of their own interests, limitations, and assumptions. And the right "fit."
I don't rly read much in general, but specifically, I rarely read long stuff (if I do I prob scan a lot tbh). I normally only want, if any, just enough plot/premise to build sexual tension. I don't read fluff or angst. I don't have the attention span / commitment to get invested in original characters. I tend to avoid stuff similar to what I'm working on. I make assumptions - If there's no word count, maybe it's too long. I know a lot of the fics I skip for these reasons must be fantastic. Assumptions I experience - I've seen very popular fics in the wild that strike me as dark, creepy, or pervy but aren't tagged that way. So some things that are tagged dark, etc., including plenty of mine, might not be dark in the way people assume based on their own ideas, or based on what others do tag. Also some people think I only write dark when sometimes it's just horny (see master list).
I've sometimes found myself thinking "It sucks more people don't read this bc i bet they would enjoy it" (not just my own fics). It might sound egotistical but I think it's often true.
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Of course I want engagement because that means more people reading something which can mean more interaction, discussion, learning what you liked, what you think, etc. that's what I love.
But notes aren't rly near the top of what I care about, even though it does feel great to get them and I truly appreciate every single one.
Night walks doesn't get nearly as many notes as some of my other stuff, especially these days, but it's fun to write and I like to feed his feral fans who only get more into him with time. Same with raider: among those who do read and engage, I sense rising enthusiasm, thirst, and rate of falling in love with him (my bad). That's all worth more than 1000 likes to me. I have a good time writing these guys, so I write them more than other ones that get way more notes 🤷. I'm not saying notes don't matter at all, I know they affect exposure and engagement. But if just did what gets notes, I don't think I'd have such high quality engagement bc I'd just bang out more stuff with the most popular tropes instead of our fave Joels and those destined to become our faves bc they offer something special.
My outlook was the same before I had so many followers btw. Rock Bottom (22k) was what I felt like writing, still more ambitious than anything I've done in the Halloween fandom. I was disappointed it got way less attention than my one shots, but I know it's a banger, just certainly not for everyone lol.
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I'm sorry for what you're experiencing and feeling, but I think it's very common and hope you can reframe it to not feel inadequate. I especially hope it doesn't discourage you from writing. ❤️
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sioster · 1 year
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wheres my boys, Karo. Where are they. I need them
Where are your boys you ask? Well.. they're here!
DREBLR 2022/2023 EXCHANGE GIFT MASTERPOST!
The gifts will be posted as separate posts propertly tagged as fanart in the next days, so if you don't want to listen to my rambling, random tumblr user, come back in a few days.
oh my dear starclan theres so much oh mother please help me
Prompt 1: Mouse!Dream propaganda
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I used the Transformice AU since it has established designs and characters- here I drew a little mentor/student bonding moment :) TFM!Dream gets his little cape that he loves and cherishes <3
I don't really do backgrounds but I'd say that this one is not that bad and even quite thematic.
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TFM!Dream doodle page with a portrait. I really like how funky the colours on him are, little rat boy. Baby. Praying so that it's not shit on the blue light screens..
Pre-Armageddon design (the one with the same robe as Ratza)
Post-Armageddon design (violent, sad axe boy)
Along with a sketch with no particular design in mind and an obligatory thing for a TFM drawing: the iconic cannonball <3
Prompt 1 & 2: Mouse Dream propaganda & season 2 Discduo with a snake
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This is more of a joke-gift but c'mon look at them, so cute!
Aple (PS: thank you!!) helped me with this one by dressing up as S2!Dream while I was wearing the S2!Tommy cosplay. We took some selfies and I think these look the best out of the bunch.
Sadly we don't have too many items so the outifts don't look the best considering all ingame options but I think they still represent the characters well!!
Prompt 1 & 3: Mouse Dream propaganda & Dream and Wilbur being happy and friends
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I'm sorry for the quality of the scan, but it's a traditional piece scanned from my sketchbook and our printer is... older than me..? I think?
Another piece with the S2!design since it's so much scrunklier and cuter than the one from my AU xD Though, I'm sure that Ratbur would cuddle with him no matter the cuteness- looks don't matter in the end, only the % of scrunkly in one does.
Prompt 2: S2!Discduo with a snake
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The lineart might be a little crunchy since it was also scanned from my sktechbook, but the colours are digital so they're more vivid!!
I used the Basilisk!Dream design here since it fits with the topic- I hope it's okay!!
Also.. I don't think that Tommy is glad that his BFF is currently holding an unidentified snake that is possibly venomus right next to him. S2!Tommy is the one with braincells. Not Dream. Please be careful Dream, yes you are made out of scales, no it doesn't guarantee immunity.
Prompt 3: Dream and Wilbur being happy and friends
Well. Would you look at that. I made an oopsie and actually wrote something gherjsafsnrgu
SIF THANK YOU SO MUCH BUT IT DOESNT CHANGE THE FACT THAT I PISSED MYSELF LIKE TEN TIMES OUT OF FEAR
Though I am so sorry that there's not more madduo prompt gifts ):
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I hope that you like your gifts! I think that they're good enough..? Sorry if it didn't reach your expetations ouuh )):
but hei- the New Year of 2023 is here, and I wish you everything you need! Especially health and the time to enjoy the things you like. And more dreambur. Yes. More of them. Definitely. [feral animal noises]
-Karo Sioster_71 <3
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valmillion · 1 year
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i saw a post with this video compilation of a bunch of manufacturing machines and it made me think about the AI debate. These machines are unquestionably some of the most useful inventions to the manufacturing process. Everyone loves How It's Made. I don't think your average person would have any strong opinions about these machines, specifically. No, if they did have an issue, it would be about the wider labor practices and environmental impact that these machines allow, and how they put people out of work because one machine could replace 100 workers, or, in products like furniture, cookware, metalwork, printing, etc, they took the artistry out of the products. What was once a handmade table with intricate carved details is now a slab of particle board painted black.
But it's not the tool's fault, it's capitalism. Industrial manufacturing machines allow for cheaper goods that can be produced on a scale that would allow everyone to have one if they wanted. That is not a bad thing. You can make quality goods at scale. But now artisans are few and far between and therefore their goods are now luxury items. You have to pay a premium for something that used to be common.
But again, the machine didn't cause this, we did. The system exploited the benefits these machines give for monetary gain.
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AI is a tool, too. It is neither good nor bad. The system, the way it might be used, is at this point nebulous. No company that needs to get art for something is really going to fire all their artists just to have a very shitty rendering of some vague idea they typed in. And even if they did, they would still need artists to fix the crappy job the AI did so why have AI do it in the first place?
I see the most complaints about AI from people who made art as a hobby and turned it into a business (with an online following and taking commissions and such). But they have even less of an argument. Sure, maybe I could type in "in the style of X internet artist" to some prompt and get some mismash of your art style, but do you really think the people who follow you would do that instead of commissioning you?? And even if they did, who cares? The argument for pirating applies here too; money wasn't deducted from your bank account every time an AI spits out something that is a mashup of your, and hundreds of other artist's, styles.
What an AI image generator does is the definition of Free Use, it's impossible for it to create a direct copy of any one image. You can tell it to generate the Mona Lisa and you won't get the Mona Lisa, you'll get an amalgam of scans, pictures, alternate versions, and completely unrelated stuff mixed together to create something that is what the AI thinks the Mona Lisa is. If that's not transformative then I don't know what is.
What people are getting mad about is the perceived future of the art world where the artist is dead and AI generated art has killed them. That's not gonna happen, sorry. Did an industrial bread maker kill off all bakers everywhere? Did furniture makers go extinct because of IKEA? Some industries had it harder than others during industrialization but you get my point. I realize the situation isn't 1:1, because, come on, I think the impact of the AI is not gonna be nearly as catastrophic as industrialization. Chill the fuck out.
As for the copyright law stuff: 🫵 LOL DUMBASS CARES ABOUT COPYRIGHT. aww you got your own little IP? gonna sue me if i make derivative works? call the police cus i downloaded your art? i bet you jumped for joy when chuck tingle wanted to shut down the internet archive. grow up.
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ajoytobeheld · 5 months
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If the male members of LC! were Manchester United players...
May 4th, 2009
So I was having a chat with Tom and Ollie in the studio about who we would be if we were Manchester United players, past or present. This took place during the 1-0 win against Arsenal in the first leg of the Champions League semi final. This is exclusively male members because I don’t want to upset any of the girls by saying they look like Steve Bruce. Although Ellen does resemble Clayton Blackmore. In a good way:
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So, I thought Ollie had a bit of Dennis Irwin about him. Gareth made the brilliant suggestion of Les Sealey:
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Tom said he was once told he looked liked Ryan Giggs. This happened in a bar in Australia during the 2004 FA Cup victory against Milwall. The lovely lady actually said, in response to Tom’s face of disappointment, “a better looking, less cross-eyed version of Ryan Giggs.” You can’t argue with that:
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I can’t choose my own look-a-like. That wouldn’t be fair. I’d pick David Beckham, obviously. Luckily Tom said I’m a bit like Lee Sharpe. Maybe it’s because of the “Party Neil” reputation. Or maybe it’s because I’m just pretty cool:
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I was telling Gareth about our conversation and he told me that someone had recently said he looked a bit like the one and only Paul Scholes. This is good. It’s not easy to compare awesome footballers to your friends. Where to start? It’s a good job Gareth’s ball skills are comparable to those of Scholesy so he must be pretty happy with the comparison.
Any other suggestions? Sorry if I have caused any offence. Ellen saw her comparison and she was very happy with it. I couldn’t find many decent old squad photos that weren’t bad scans. That’s probably down to some bad googling. If anyone finds some decent quality, classic United pics you should post the links.
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Tom and Gareth Campesinos! 4EVA
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Red Riding Luz Chapter 4: A Failed Hunt
Amity swallowed hard as she approached the entrance to her den. She opened the basket for a moment and double checked what she had. She’d spenta bit of extra time getting home to catch a squirrel, two rabbits, and a mole but she hadn’t gotten anything too substantial. Then again, that was the point, wasn’t it? She wasn’t ready to take down things like deer on her own. She wasn’t strong or practiced enough. She could have proven otherwise but…
Amity shut her eyes tight before settling herself and trying not to show much of anything as she slipped into the cave. Her mother expected a successful hunter to come home and even if it were a lie, she could at least act like one. Cold, calculating, unflappable. In total control of her situation when she needed to be.
It was too bad that her ears refused to stop folding against her head then. She could at least pretend then, especially as she smelled the scent of a deer from further within. Her mom had been successful so it was okay that she was simply bringing what could be considered treats home.
She ran one hand along the wall to feel for when the stone broke despite the fact that she could probably find the proper entrance to her home with her eyes closed. For most, you might as well have to with how the cave wall appeared to be entirely solid but if you knew what to look for, you could find where it split into a small passageway that you could disappear into. That, plus the thick foliage that made the entrance to their cave hard to find in general, made their den almost impossible to find.
Amity dipped her head into the main room of their den for a moment and scanned the room for her parents. She didn’t immediately see either, though she hadn’t expected to see her dad, not unless he’d been eating. Her eyes did pause on the corpse of a deer in the middle of the cave and her stomach growled at her. She hadn’t eaten since the morning, too embarrassed to take from the basket before now because she wanted to make sure it looked as good as possible. If her mom wasn’t here though, she didn’t want to take more than she might be allowed to after her failure.
“You’ve been gone for a while, Amity.”
Amity paled as she turned to her side and saw her mother sitting next to the entrance. The older wolf’s yellow eyes glowed in the darkness before she stayed on all fours and whispered, “How did it go?”
Amity took in a slow breath as she reminded herself of the story she’d been practicing on the way home. The one that seemed the most plausible, even if it didn’t make her look the best. “I’m sorry, mother, but I failed. I messed up my pounce and only got her shoulder. She then used her basket to slow me long enough to scream for help and run back towards the village. I know I could have caught up but I was still close enough to their homes that I was worried about how quickly a hunter may come and join her.”
“The village only has one, at least of any sort of quality that you should be afraid of.”
Amity looked away before saying, “Yes. I apologize, mother. I promise that next ti-”
“On your back.”
Amity couldn’t help but let out a whimper before she did as she was told. She still tried to mostly be strong for her mother but it was hard to be when she felt so stupid and had for the entire day. After all, she should have had her. Should have been able to get the kill. She had had a perfect hiding spot after all and could have just lunged from there. But no, she let her emotions get the better of her.
A shiver ran through Amity’s body as her mother placed one of her claws on her neck and pressed down. For a moment, it got harder for her to breathe before it suddenly became as easy as usual. In fact, her mom’s paws then cupped her cheeks as she said, “You made the right call. Your safety is more important than success. Always.”
Amity blinked a few times before she had to blink much faster to fight back the tears that threatened to come. “Y-You’re not mad.”
Odalia shook her head as she moved one hand to run it through her daughter’s hair. “Mad? No. Disappointed because I know you can do better, but I’m not mad.” She then let out a small growl as she let go of her daughter. “We musn’t dwell on it anyways. The question now is what to do next.”
Amity shut her eyes tight for a second before jumping to her feet. “I’ll fix this! Tomorrow, I’ll find the human and take her down. I won’t fail you twi-”
“You will do no such thing!”
The voice came in stereo for the young pup and her eyes darted to a large boulder in one of the corners. A hand lifted up and grabbed the top of the rock. Black fur and long claws made it clear that it was another wolf while the deep, aged voice made it clear who it was. Her father. Amity swallowed hard at the sight as she dropped to all fours before she said, “You don’t need to get up. You need your rest after all.”
A long sigh came from her father before Odalia said, “Alador, please. I have this.”
There was silence at that before the claw pulled itself back. The man still said though, “Good job on the sweets, honey.”
Amity’s cheeks burned from a mix of shame and embarrassment before she touched her forehead to the stone of the cave. She then looked up after her mom patted her head. The older wolf kept her eyes narrowed as she stayed above her daughter. “The last thing any of us can do is to attack the human again. They’ll think we have something out for them. That we’ve turned our hunting habits personal. Hunters won’t ignore us then because they’ll think we’re a more consistent danger than we commonly are. Our best move next is to leave them alone for a while. Give the village some space until they aren’t as concerned. Understand?”
Amity nodded before whispering, with the slightest crack in her voice, “Yes, mother.”
Alador looked towards his girls before narrowing his eyes. He then shut them gently. They were okay for now after all so he could get some rest, just in case he maybe needed it.
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wildxlily · 1 year
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The After Party
Harry smiled big and laced their fingers before walking back down the aisle. They’d planned a little time to have by themselves and then to get some more pictures before the reception would begin. They stepped out of the building and Harry couldn’t help but to lean over for another quick kiss before continuing to walk. “Can’t believe it,” he laughed a little.
  Lily returned the kiss, but that wasn’t enough. So, she quickly scanned the area before pulling Harry over towards the wall. She let go of his hand so she could cup his face in both of hers and bring him down for a deeper, more lingering kiss. When she did pull away, she kept her forehead pressed to his. “We’re married, Harry,” she breathed out before laughing softly. Neither of them could wrap their minds around it even after over a year of planning and everything that had happened so far this day.
 Harry didn’t know what Lily was up to but he didn’t hesitate to follow. His hands found her waist as their lips reconnected; Harry happy with the fact that this was a much longer lasting kiss. “So married!” he laughed, giving her a few more kisses, “My Lily Styles.”
  Lily would never get tired of hearing that and she couldn’t wait to sign everything with her new last name. “Finally official,” she grinned. After yet another kiss, she broke away to look between them, grabbing Harry’s left hand and holding it up for them to see. “I’ve finally got your last name and you finally got your ring. It looks so good, babes.”
  Harry pulled away slightly to look down with Lily at his ring. “So good. I absolutely love it, darling. And I love how yours matches your engagement ring,” he switched hands, holding Lily’s now so he could look at her wedding ring. “We’re so married.”
  It felt good to have her wedding band with her engagement ring. Harry really had outdone himself with it and the band just complimented its beauty. Lily was going to make a remark about how he kept calling them ‘so married’, but they were interrupted by two of his groomsmen poking their heads out the door they’d just exited.
“Hey, Haz! Quit snogging with your wife and get in here for photos. We want to get to the drinks,” they called out, earning a playful eye roll from Lily.
  Harry was enjoying the little time that he and Lily had alone when two of his friends interrupted them. “I’m with my wife right now. I’ll be in soon,” he grinned. Luckily, Liz came out not long after to be with Lily, and Harry gave her a quick hug. He knew those pictures needed to be done at some point. “I’m gonna go get the guy pictures done if that’s alright? You’ll be in in a bit for the rest of ours, yeah?” he spoke to Lily.
  Lily nodded, but Liz spoke up before she could. “She’ll be in as soon as I touch up her lipstick that you smudged.” Lily’s head fell back with a laugh and she quickly covered her mouth, cheeks flushing a little. Her sister wasn’t lying, though. Their kisses had been pretty rushed and despite it being high quality lipstick, Harry had still managed to smudge some on her upper lip. “Come here, babes.” Lily cupped his cheek to look him over, making sure he didn’t have any on his own lips, but she swiped her thumb over them just to be safe. “Okay. Now go get the pictures with the boys before they riot.”
  Harry laughed before making a slight face seeing now that he had smudged it. “I’m sorry! How am I supposed to not kiss my wife?” He grinned before standing still so Lily could look him over. It wouldn’t be the first time that Lily’s lipstick transferred over to his own lips. “Thank you, darling. I apologize for the smudge again, Liz,” he grinned and excused himself to go back inside for pictures.
  Liz grumbled playfully in response before grinning at him. She could play the disgruntled older sister, but no one was immune to Harry’s charm. “How bad is it?” Lily asked, turning to her sister who assured her it wasn’t bad at all.
She retrieved a tissue from the top of her dress, which Lily assumed she’d stashed to wipe away her tears during the ceremony, and carefully wiped at the edge of her Cupid’s bow. “Can’t believe my baby sister is married. But at the same time…it’s like you and Harry have always been married. If that makes sense. And the way he was looking at you up there… and seeing you giggle together. It’s so sweet. These tissues I brought definitely came in handy, for multiple reasons,” Liz continued on with a soft laugh. She had a small bag that she brought with her that had Lily’s lipstick inside so she took it out and lightly applied it where needed before stepping away. “There. You look perfect.”
  Lily’s cheeks burned even more at the reminder that Harry and herself hadn’t actually been the only two in the room. Once Liz was done, Lily quickly wrapped her up in a hug and held her tight. “Thank you for being the best big sister and maid of honor ever. I would’ve been an absolute wreck without you.”
Liz gently swayed them back and forth as she held Lily just as tightly. “I’m proud of you,” she murmured before pulling back and giving her arms a gentle squeeze. “Now let’s get you inside to your hubby. I’m sure he’s going crazy without you next to him.” With that, she looped her arm through Lily’s and they headed back inside where the rest of the bridal party was waiting.
  Harry and his groomsmen were actually finishing up the last of their pictures when Lily and Liz walked in. “My wife!” he exclaimed. The amount of times he’d say that would become obnoxious, guaranteed. He reached out for her hand. “We’ve got a lot of pictures ahead of us,” he smiled. Lily with the girls, both of their families, and some more of just Harry and Lily. The photographer announced it was time for Lily to get pictures with Liz and her bridesmaids, so Harry stepped out of the way.
  Lily’s eyes of course automatically went to Harry, still not over how handsome he looked in his tux. She just shook her head fondly as she took his hand, “You are so ridiculous sometimes, you know that?” At the photographer’s request, she let him go and followed her directions on where to stand for pictures with the girls. All of the photos from today would be ones that she treasured dearly.
  “Not ridiculous. Just in love,” Harry responded teasingly with a soft grin, lacing their fingers for the short moment that they were together. Harry moved out of the way once he realized it was not his turn, instead going over to talk to his mother and Lily’s parents who were still in the room. It was incredibly nice to have all their friends and family in one place for their special day.
  The photographer finished up with the girls and let them go, minus Liz and Gemma so they could do family pictures. “Oh, husband!” Lily called jokingly, holding her hand out for him. “Need your handsome face for more pictures.”
  Harry looked over when he heard Lily calling for him, immediately walking over with that grin still on his face. “There’s my wife.” He held her hand until they were instructed to pose with their families, siblings and parents and extended family either being taken out or brought in for each one. But it couldn’t have been any easier with the way the photographer set it up.
  Even though it was a lot of photos, their photographer made it fun and quick. Lily especially enjoyed the unique shots she snuck in, mostly with their sisters and parents that made the photos more special and reflect Harry and Lily’s personalities.
“Okay, I’m done with the posed photos. I’ll be in the reception to snap candids and then of course the cutting of the cake.”
Lily visibly perked up at the mention of cake. She’d been daydreaming of their wedding cake (and other desserts) ever since they’d decided on the dessert menu. “Make sure to get some food, okay? We have plenty for everyone,” Lily assured her before she left to find a spot to capture their entry to the reception. “Did you sneak a peek at the reception area?” Lily asked Harry, arm still around his waist. Liz had promised to come back when it was time for their announced entry and Lily was going to take advantage of this small pocket of time alone with Harry.
  Soon everyone had headed over to the reception area, leaving Harry and Lily alone for a little bit. He rested his arm along Lily’s shoulders and looked down at her. “I got a very quick peek earlier. It looked really good from what I saw,” he answered softly, “Were you able to get a look at it yet?”
  “Just like you, I snuck a peek earlier before I started getting ready, but the lights weren’t up yet,” Lily explained. She gave his side a gentle squeeze. “Ready to dance all night? And of course stuff our faces with desserts when we have the chance. I may just eat while dancing.” She giggled softly even if a part of her wasn’t kidding. At all.
  Harry nodded and then smiled at her question. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” he grinned, rubbing his hand up and down her arm slowly. Harry laughed and shook his head a little, brows raised, “Please don’t choke.”
  Lily laughed, “Why was that the first thing your mind went to?” She was more skilled than that, surely. Just then, Liz stepped in with a smile. “Ready, Mr. and Mrs. Styles?”
  Harry laughed but looked to Liz when she returned, giving a nod. “Ready if you are, darling,” he held his hand out to Lily. It was easy to look forward to a night filled with food, desserts and dancing.
  “Always,” Lily grinned up at him as she took his hand. They followed her sister out into the back where the clear tent had been set up, now glowing golden from the lights inside. Lily audibly gasped, hand covering her mouth in awe as she walked towards it. It was exactly how she’d pictured, but even better.
  Harry laced their fingers and followed Liz to the reception area. He hadn’t seen it lit up like this earlier and now he couldn’t seem to look away. “Whoa. That looks so cool,” he grinned over at Lily for a moment, “Wasn’t lit up when I peeked in before.”
  Lily smiled and leaned against Harry’s shoulder. “It’s magical,” she mused softly. Their arrival obviously wasn’t much of a secret as everyone could see through the tent, but everyone stood as the DJ announced the newlyweds. Lily managed to tear her attention away from the set up long enough to dance her way into the tent, shaking her booty and giggling the whole way.
  They walked in together once announced, both as happy as could be. Harry lifted their hands above their heads for a brief moment before leaning in to steal a quick kiss. Everyone clapped and cheered on their way in, their bridal party the loudest groups of them all.
  Now that pictures were done for the most part, Lily didn’t care if her lipstick smudged. There would be plenty of kisses tonight. Once everyone settled down, Lily and Harry sat at their table so they could eat dinner with everyone else. Her mum had made her eat prior to getting ready, which she was grateful for because she was hungry now and could only imagine how starving she’d be had she not ate. The food was just as delicious as she remembered from their tasting.
  Harry pushed Lily’s chair in for her at the table before sitting himself, and everyone began to eat as the food arrived. Harry was starving even after having a snack midday and the food they chose was incredible. He was just happy they had the time to sit down together and eat. “Need to save room for cake,” he reminded himself out loud as he sat back with a grin.
  Lily took a sip of her drink before looking to him. “You know me. I will make room, but honestly, I feel like a bottomless pit.” Now that the hard part was over, they could just relax and have fun.
  Harry smiled at Lily and rested his hand on her thigh as he looked around a bit. The day couldn’t have gone better. Shortly after dinner was finished, the DJ came over to see if they were ready for him to announce their first dance.
  Lily nodded, “Absolutely.” While the DJ went back to wrap up the current song, Lily carefully stood and held her hand out to Harry. “May I have this dance?” she grinned, admittedly excited to beat him to the punch. It was one hundred percent the cheesy kind of thing Harry would say.
  Harry didn’t even have enough time to stand up yet when he heard Lily, looking up at her with wide eyes. “You stole my line!” he grinned and took her hand anyway to stand, leading her out to the middle of the floor.
  Lily just beamed even wider. “I knew you’d say it,” she smiled knowingly. They knew each other inside and out, that much was clear. She let Harry lead her and happily stepped close to him as the tent grew silent.
  Harry turned to face Lily once in the middle and his hands found her waist once their song began to play. “This is a little different from when we’d practice in the living room with only Finn watching,” he told her quietly with a smile.
  Lily gently wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and began to sway with him once the music started. “Don’t even think Finn paid attention,” she replied honestly. Her mind, though, went back to Harry playing this song for her in his old bedroom; the chords slowly coming back to him as he went along and that beautiful voice of his. She felt the same way now that she did in that moment; absolutely head over heels in love and full of warmth.
  “Was probably sleeping now that I think about it,” Harry smiled softly as he looked down at Lily, not taking his gaze from hers. It felt like just the two of them again, even though they were in a room full of people with all eyes on them.
  It was hard not to look away when Harry gazed at her like that, but instead Lily relished in it. She was taking in absolutely everything she could about today and this moment. It was clear to anyone watching that they were madly in love and completely enraptured by each other.
  Harry kept Lily close throughout the song, having their own little conversations occasionally and just grinning at each other throughout. He kept his hands at her waist when the song ended. “I love you,” he told her softly, leaning down for a kiss.
  Lily absent played with the curls at the nape of Harry’s neck as they swayed. One hand cupped the back of his head when he leaned down to kiss her. “I love you, too,” she whispered just as softly. Then others were joining them on the dance floor and their moment was broken. Not that Lily minded; the whole point of the reception was to celebrate their marriage with all their loved ones.
  Harry smiled softly against Lily’s lips and snuck in one more kiss before pulling away. Most everyone had joined them then, Harry keeping one of Lily’s hands in his as a few came over to congratulate them. They still had the cake cutting and a night full of dancing to look forward to.
  Lily knew they’d have to make their rounds at some point to greet every one and thank them for coming, but they could start now with those who were bold enough to step on the dance floor as the DJ began to play more upbeat music. Lily would be more than happy to dance for a bit, keeping close to Harry and her hand in his if she could help it.
  Harry always did love to dance at weddings, and being with Lily only made it much more fun. They greeted the few that they saw while dancing. Harry took a break after a while, just before the cake cutting. “You wouldn’t happen to know anyone around here who likes cake, would you?” he asked Lily teasingly.
  Lily let Harry go, happy to dance with her friends. But she was even happier when he returned and somehow even more so when he mentioned cake. “Is it time?” she asked, visibly excited.
  “Oh, it’s time.” Harry grinned. “Finish up with your friends when you’re ready and then we can head over,” he gave a little nod and stepped away.
  Lily didn’t hesitate to excuse herself from her friends and make her way off the dance floor. She snuck up behind Harry and gave his sides a quick squeeze once she reached him.
  Harry was slowly making his way towards the cake, waiting for Lily to join him, when he felt fingers in his sides. “Babes!” he laughed and his hands went to his own sides as he turned his head to look back at her, “You’re gonna do that to me on our wedding day?”
  Lily just giggled as she slipped her arms around him so she was pressed against his back. “I’m sorry. I just had to. Knew you’d think I was still on the dance floor.” She let go of him and stepped around so she was next to him now. “Are we going to be nice to each other?” she asked curiously, eyeing the cake and then Harry.
  Harry grinned and shook his head but stepped up with Lily to where the cake was. He made a slight face as he looked at her. “I was planning on being nice to you… but I don’t know, you’ve got a suspicious look on your face now.”
  Lily followed him, careful to lift her dress so she didn’t trip and send the cake flying as would be her luck. “I realized that I just scared you sneaking up on you and that you have every reason to smash cake in my face soooo…I admittedly got a little nervous.”
  “Yeah, how about that? Maybe you shouldn’t have scared me after all,” Harry grinned and reached over to give her side a small squeeze, stepping into the spot next to her.
  Lily flinched ever so slightly and then turned her big brown eyes on Harry. “I’m sorry, lovey. I was trying to be cute.” She even added the slightest hint of a pout.
  “You are way too good at pouting,” he smiled at her. He couldn’t do anything when she was looking at him with those adorable doe eyes. Harry stood close to Lily once it was announced the cake would be cut, picking up the cake knife and stepping closer so she could hold it with him.
  Lily’s pout quickly turned into a grin and she moved closer to Harry and the cake, placing her hand on top of his. “We’re cutting a big piece, right?” she grinned up at him.
  Harry laughed and placed his free hand on her hip, his arm draped around her waist. “It wouldn’t be us if it were a small piece,” he grinned and pressed a small kiss to her temple before cutting down the side of the cake.
  Lily subconsciously leaned in to both his touch and his kiss. She allowed him to take the lead since he had a better grasp on the knife and her hand was just sort of resting on his. Once they’d made the second cut, she let go of his hand so she could get the plate, holding it next to the cake for him to slide the piece onto it.
  They cut out a big slice of cake and Harry waited until Lily had the plate nearby to transfer it over. He set the knife down and instead grabbed a fork, taking a piece off and holding it up for Lily to eat.
  Lily grabbed her own fork and scooped up a decent sized piece for Harry, making sure he got some of the cream cheese frosting as well. It was surprisingly difficult to lean in and take a bite while simultaneously feeding Harry, but she managed to do it without too much mess. A little frosting on her lip was nothing.
  Harry let out a little laugh before they attempted to feed each other, interested to see how it would go. And surprisingly, it didn’t end up all over them. Harry took his bite and moved his fork away once Lily got hers, waiting to speak until swallowing. “Delicious.”
  Lily’s hand instinctively came up to cover her mouth as she chewed, especially with cameras snapping away. At first all she could do was nod in agreement. “Oh, that was so good,” she sighed, looking to the cake hungrily.
  “So, so good.” Harry took their plate and moved out of the way so that the rest of the cake could be cut nicely for their guests, and there were other desserts too. They thought it would be nice to have some variety. “Want to sit at the table to finish it, loves?”
  Lily nodded eagerly. “I’m gonna grab some of the other desserts. Then I can meet you over there?” she raised her brows. If they weren’t careful, she knew the desserts would be gone before they had time again to come get some.
  “Sounds perfect.” Harry took their cake over to their table and sat down while waiting for Lily to pick out some of the other desserts. Neither of them was picky and he more than trusted her judgment.
  Lily grabbed a plate and all but filled it up, being extra careful on the way back to their table to not spill any of the precious treats. “I promise I was nice and left plenty for our guests,” she laughed softly as she sat.
  Harry waited to eat more of the cake until Lily returned. “I’ll admit I was a little worried about that,” he teased with a laugh, putting the two plates between them and taking a second bite of the cake.
  “I restrained myself,” Lily joked. She focused first on the cake, wanting to enjoy each dessert individually. Plus, the cake was absolutely divine; they’d picked well. “Our kisses are going to be so sweet now.”
  They worked together on the cake and made their way through some of the desserts on the other plate. He raised his brows and glanced toward Lily. “Should we see how sweet they are? You know, just in case.”
  Lily looked to Harry and her thoughts instantly went way down a rabbit hole of desire. “Be careful with me, babes. If you taste too good, I won’t be able to keep it to pecks,” she warned him, her voice quiet so no one would overhear. Sure, they’d been more open with their PDA today, understandably so since it was their wedding day, but there had still been a limit to how far their kisses had gone. And Lily could only hold back for so long.
  Harry grinned and looked down as he took another bite of a cookie. Only they would be whispering these sorts of things to each other at their wedding. “That’s fine, we could go to the car or something. It’s our wedding, but I’m sure no one would notice if we disappeared,” he teased.
  Lily laughed louder than she expected at that, slapping her hand over her mouth as quickly as she could. “You did not just suggest a quickie at our wedding,” she shook her head before looking down at herself. “In this dress?!”
  Harry couldn’t help but smile then when he heard Lily’s laugh and shrugged when he looked over at her. “Babe, come on. We could totally find a way to make it work,” he playfully argued with a grin.
  Lily continued to shake her head before leaning in to steal a quick kiss, then she moved to kiss his cheek just next to his ear. “We’ve got all night for that.” She pulled back and shrugged. “As long as we aren’t absolutely exhausted that is. And there is a very high chance of that.”
  Harry returned the quick kiss and made a slightly surprised face at her last comment. “Keep the energy levels you’ve got now,” he smiled and sat back once he was finished snacking. He knew she was right, though, especially since the dancing hadn’t even really started yet.
  Lily glanced towards the mostly empty plate. “Maybe we’ll be running on pure wedding high and sugar high,” she laughed softly. As much as she wanted to get back on the dance floor, she knew she needed to let all those sweets settle a bit. So, she enjoyed watching all their friends for now.
  “Very possible,” Harry smiled. They were content to sit and people watch for a bit as their sweets settled. It wasn’t too long before a few of Lily’s friends were hurrying over to their table, an extra drink in one of their hands for Lily. “Come dance with us, Lil!”
  Lily laughed as she eyed the drink in Sarah’s hand. “You all are not going to get me drunk on my wedding night, yeah?” she raised her brows at her friends, earning an eye roll from Jenny. She turned to Harry jokingly. “Babes. Don’t let them do it.”
  Harry rested his chin on his hand and smiled watching them encourage Lily to join them on the dance floor. “Go have fun, lovey,” he grinned, his response making her friends happy at least.
  Lily rested her hand on Harry’s leg. “Come join me soon, okay?” her brows now raised at him. She stood but wasn’t about to leave until she got confirmation from Harry.
  Harry smiled, eyes on Lily, and gave a nod. “I’ll be over soon. I promise,” he agreed. He thought maybe he could make rounds quick with his family before heading back to the dance floor.
  Lily leaned down to steal a quick kiss. “Your kisses are very very sweet by the way,” she murmured before sending him a wink and then she was off with her friends. Liz found them quickly and the four danced away at the center of the floor.
  Harry smiled and shook his head at Lily as she walked away. He did visit with family, and then had a couple drinks with his friends since he hadn’t seen them much after the morning. But then he kept his promise, finding Lily within the group of high energy girls in the middle of the floor.
  Lily’s smile noticeably changed whenever she spotted Harry making his way towards her. “There’s my love,” she held her hand out towards him to bring him close. “Having fun with the boys?” When she glanced towards their table earlier and hadn’t seen him, she’d searched only to find him with the boys which made her happy. Even if having him by her side made her even happier.
  Harry reached for Lily’s hand as he got closer and laced their fingers loosely. He nodded. “I did. Glad I got to see them more besides when we were getting ready this morning,” he answered with a soft smile, “And are you having fun dancing, love?”
  Lily was admittedly grateful for the chance to stop dancing. “Yes, but I’m getting hot. And thirsty.” Add on that she had yet to make her rounds and felt slightly bad about that. “Want to walk around with me and visit?”
Harry nodded. “Of course. Why don’t we grab you a drink on the way and then we can start visiting?” he suggested, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand.
  Lily smiled softly and brought their hands up to give his a kiss before she followed him off the dance floor. She opted for water to keep her hydrated and then walked with Harry to visit with her side of the family; everyone gushing over her dress and how adorable the two of them were. Neither which Lily could argue with.
  Harry grabbed a water as well before beginning to visit with Lily’s family, at least the ones not on the dance floor. They all said how nice of a venue and wedding it was, which of course had them both happy. Harry and Lily obviously loved it but they wanted their family and friends to as well.
  Afterwards, they wandered over to find some of their coworkers from the Crown, including Mike. “Guess we have you to thank for all this,” Lily joked, slipping her arm around Harry’s waist. “If you hadn’t hired this crazy guy, I would’ve never met him.” She grinned up at Harry to show she was teasing. Mike would’ve been crazy not to hire Harry.
  Harry followed, jaw dropping jokingly once he heard Lily and glancing over at her. “Me, crazy? Can’t be,” Harry grinned, his arm around her as well.
“You’re both crazy. That’s why you’re perfect for each other,” Mike teased, cracking a smile.
  Lily grimaced slightly as she shrugged. “I can’t argue with that,” she laughed along with everyone else. “Guess we needed someone who could handle the crazy.”
  Harry laughed and they stood by to talk longer. It was especially nice for Harry to see everyone since he hadn’t worked there in months. “Think we made all the rounds. I saw my family before,” he told her.
  “Damn. We’re a pretty dang good bride and groom,” Lily smiled, holding her hand up for a high five. She’d expected the reception to be a bit stressful trying to do everything and see everyone, but it had all been fun.
  “I’m impressed,” Harry grinned returning the high five and then holding her hand again after. “Going back to dancing, love?”
  “Are you coming with me?” Lily asked, brows raised as she lightly swung their hands in between them. She was hopeful he’d say yes.
  “Well, of course…” Harry smiled, keeping her hand in his as he led them back out to where most of their friends were on the dance floor. With having greeted everyone and all other duties out of the way, they could finally and fully relax.
  Lily smiled widely as she followed him. Their friends all greeted them with big smiles and cheers, easily letting them into the middle. Lily kept hold of Harry’s hand, but turned her back to him as she danced. Sure, she wouldn’t grind on him when surrounded by so much family, but she’d have her fun dancing close enough to tease him.
  Harry kept their fingers entwined as he rested their hands at one of her hips, leaning close enough to kiss her temple. He loved having their friends and family there with them, but as per usual, most of his attention was on Lily. “Be careful,” he teased with a smile.
  Lily turned her head to look at Harry and gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, love,” she apologized, just loud enough for him to hear.
  Harry smiled at Lily before he pressed a kiss to the top of her cheek, then stood back up straight. He was in his own little world with Lily, so happy with how the day had gone. It couldn’t have been any more perfect.
  The two danced away with their friends, completely lost in their bliss. After a bit, people started to slowly leave; some making sure to stop by to congratulate Lily and Harry once more and give them hugs.
  The day seemed like it had flown by, but all those months of planning and everything Lily did for the wedding while Harry was in school was all worth it. Everyone hugged goodbye and complimented their wedding as they left, soon it being only Harry and Lily, and their closest family and friends.
  Liz found Harry and Lily once a majority of their guests had left. “Not saying you have to leave now, because I want you to enjoy your night as long as possible. But please don’t try and clean up. We’re going to take care of that and the venue staff, okay?” she raised her brows, especially at Lily.
  “Thank you. We’ll see,” Harry replied teasingly with a smile. There honestly wasn’t much to clean up, just all the flowers and table decorations and a few other things. “We appreciate it.”
  “Just let us leave before you start doing it or you know we’ll jump in,” Lily laughed. Thankfully there wasn’t too terribly much that didn’t belong to the venue, so that made Lily feel better knowing her family wouldn’t be stuck there super late.
  Harry smiled. They stayed and talked and just took everything in for a little while longer, but they could see everyone was getting tired. “Think you’ll be ready soon to head out, loves?”
  Lily nodded as she leaned into Harry. “As much as I don’t want this to end, I think it’s time.” She interlaced their fingers and gave his hand a squeeze, “And that means it’s time for our wedding night.” Her voice was quiet, but there was no hiding that pleased smirk on her face. What better way to wrap up this amazing day?
  Harry nodded and rubbed his thumb slowly along the back of her hand. He couldn’t have agreed more, but they also couldn’t have asked for a better day. He grinned at her words. “Well, I think we should be getting out of here now then,” he teased, leading her to walk around and say their goodbyes and, again, their thank yous to everyone.
  Lily laughed softly before following him. She made sure to give everyone a tight hug and express how truly grateful she was for all of them and all their help. Their day literally wouldn’t be the same without them. Then she walked with Harry back through the venue and out to the parking lot. What she saw when they stepped outside made her jaw drop, her hand coming up to cover her mouth and muffle her small giggle. Harry’s car had “Just Married” written across the back window and white streamers tied to the side view mirrors.
  After they said their goodbyes, Harry followed Lily out and couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his car. Their friends had stepped out the door behind them just to watch their reactions, and of course they were all laughing and giggling, which could be easily heard. “You’re welcome!” one of his groomsmen shouted, leaving Harry to shake his head as he opened up the car door for Lily. “It looks very pretty, thank you. I’ll be leaving it on forever,” Harry returned with a smile.
  “At least until the next rain washes it off,” Lily chimed in. She sent everyone a wave and blew them a kiss before climbing in, piling her skirt into her lap before she buckled up. It honestly felt so good to sit and she couldn’t wait to kick off her heels.
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Meet the Family
pairing: Pietro Peter Maximoff x fem!reader
warnings: angst, manipulation, reader is a Westview hostage controlled by Wanda, etc., 2.5k in length
notes: writing a piece that takes place in the WandaVision universe was such a challenging and fun experience, and I really tried to capture the same dark undertones of the show so I hope you enjoy!
summary: An innocent family dinner with Pietro’s new girlfriend reveals that life in Westview is not what it seems. Uncle Pietro introduces y/n to the family!
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Y/n almost feels like she’s being watched as the warm hand of her boyfriend— since when do I have a boyfriend?— carefully guides her trembling figure up the front steps of his sister’s house and rings the doorbell. Her grip on the glass dish of brownies in her hands is so impossibly tight she fears she might just break it, and when the silver haired man swoops down to steal a kiss from her cherry gloss stained lips she can’t help but to feel nauseated. The sickness morphs into guilt immediately, and when he looks down upon her with a gaze so tender and fond she forces herself to bat her eyes and smile at him. What kind of girlfriend is horrible enough to be disgusted by a kiss from her own boyfriend? Something isn’t right here...
“Don’t even sweat it, babe, my little sis is going to love you!” Pietro comforts with an easygoing grin plastered on his features.
“I hope so,” y/n murmurs quietly, nervously chewing at her bottom lip. This is the audition, her one shot at impressing the boss, and if even one tiny minuscule detail is thrown out of place then there goes her new house and fancy wardrobe and y/n is written out of the show. Permanently.
“My girlfriend is such a worrywart,” he laughs fondly with a gentle pinch of her cheek. It’s as if a switch is flipped inside of her, and this time when she smiles at him it is genuine and full of unadulterated love.
“I just want everything to be perfect, I know how much this means to you,” she replies earnestly, too dazed to notice the soft aww that drifts through the air from the audience. Pietro smiles.
“Man, did I luck out on finding the most perfect girl in the world or what?”
“Well us being together certainly isn’t a coincidence,” she notes with a small smile. The uneasiness begins to wash over her again, but y/n isn’t given a chance to dwell on the feeling as the front door swings open and a vibrant looking young woman stands in the doorway, almost beaming at the two with pure glee.
“Thank goodness you made it!” She exclaims, hand delicately resting on her chest to showcase her relief before she pulls the stranger her brother into a hug.
“Like we’d really miss Sunday dinner,” Pietro jokes before pressing a chaste kiss to his sister’s cheek. His hand returns to the small of y/n’s back and the fond smile pulls at his lips again. “Wanda, I’d like to introduce you to a very special little lady, my girlfriend y/n.”
“Oh, she’s very special indeed,” Wanda notes with an overzealous wink, ignoring the way in which the brownie dish begins to tremble in the poor girl’s hands. Just a little stage fright, that’s all. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Wanda.”
“It’s an honor to meet you,” the girl replies earnestly, “Pietro has told me so much about you.”
“Well aren’t you sweet! Please, come in,” Wanda grins, ushering the two inside before shutting the door. “Boys, Uncle Pietro is here!”
“What a lovely place you have,” y/n compliments. Her eyes scan the perfectly decorated home in wonder, awe, and a third thing she can’t quite place for if she dwells on it for too long her head begins to ache and her surroundings begin to grow fuzzy.
“Oh, please, it’s just a little something I threw together,” she jokes, canned laughter echoing distantly in the background of y/n’s mind.
“Uncle Pietro!” Two voices exclaim, and y/n watches curiously as her boyfriend lets out an ecstatic laugh before rushing forward to scoop the twin boys in his arms.
“If it isn’t my favorite little trouble makers!” He grins, making sure to ruffle both heads of hair. “Billy, Tommy, say hi to your aunt y/n.”
“Hi, aunt y/n,” Billy greets politely. Tommy is at her side in an instant, movements so quick y/n can’t help but to let out a startled yelp as he lunges for the dish in her hands.
“Are those brownies?!”
“Tommy, where are your manners?” Wanda chides gently, shaking her head with a laugh and reaching for the pastries. “Boys will be boys. I’ll take these off your hands.”
“Oh, uh, yes, thank you...” y/n murmurs softly, brows stitched together in discomfort.
“You’ll have to excuse my husband’s absence, another late night at the office. You know how it is, don’t you?”
“I can’t say I do.”
“Hmm... Well, make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon, I’ll just go put these in the kitchen.”
“Oh, do you need any h-“
“No,” Wanda blurts out abruptly, startling everyone in the room. She plasters on a smile, “No thank you. How can I be a good hostess if my guest is doing all the work for me?”
“You’re right, I’m so sorry,” y/n flounders, panic clear amongst her features. “I-I didn’t mean to impose at all.”
“No apologies,” the woman murmurs quietly, a small smile on her lips and an admonitory glimmer in her eyes, “we’re going to have a nice family dinner, and everything is going to be just perfect.”
The tension in the air is suffocating, wrapping itself in a slow growing hold around y/n’s neck. Her eyes begin to water, bottom lip quivering in fear as she looks around the room that suddenly feels too big and too bright. She doesn’t belong here with these people, something is wrong, the man she came here with is not hers, and as Wanda’s figure retreats behind the kitchen door y/n makes a mad dash towards the nearest exit.
“Whoa!” Pietro exclaims with an uneasy laugh, and in a blue flash she suddenly finds herself being scooped up off her feet and tossed back down on the couch in between the apprehensive twins faster than her fried brain can even comprehend. “Not so fast there, missy. Just where do you think you’re going?”
“I... I don’t feel right,” the young woman murmurs, wincing at the uncomfortable dryness of her throat as she swallows. “I want to go home and lie down.”
“Don’t be like that, babe,” he chides with a disappointed frown, “this is my family.”
“But what about my family?” Y/n whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she realizes that whenever she attempts to picture the life she once lived not a single thing comes to mind. “I don’t have a family.”
“This is your family now. We talked about this, remember? We came to Westview to make Wanda happy, and you don’t want to upset her, do you?”
“No,” she replies meekly, shuddering when the calloused pad of his thumb swipes across her warm cheek to remove any evidence of tears. No, I don’t want to make her unhappy, because if I do then I’m written off the show and I don’t know what will happen to me if I am. “I want to spend time with my new family.”
“Atta girl,” Pietro grins as he cups her face with both hands and brings her in for a kiss.
“Yuck!” Tommy exclaims in disgust from beside the couple, and this time y/n can’t help the bubbly laughter that escapes her at the young boy’s antics. Any memory of her previous meltdown is quickly wiped from her mind, and all she can think of now is how utterly grateful she is to be loved by such a wonderful man and be taken in by his wonderful family.
She pulls Pietro in for another kiss and giggles uncontrollably when he responds by tickling her sides, all while Wanda watches carefully from behind the scenes.
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“Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate. Trapped in a state of imaginary grace.”
Her voice is quiet and serene as she hums along to the Modern English song playing on the radio, a content smile on her face as she washes the dishes leftover from dinner. It was the least she could do after the lovely evening Wanda had hosted; her sister-in-law had been called upon by the neighbor Agnes for a task that hadn’t quite been specified, so y/n was happy to tidy up while her boyfriend spent quality time with the boys. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt as happy and content as she did now— she couldn’t remember anything, really— and y/n knew then and there that moving to Westview with Pietro had been the right decision for the family, for his sister and themselves, and for the children, too. Yes, everything was just peachy keen.
The kitchen door swings open and in walks a man y/n has never seen before. He looks just as surprised as she is when their eyes meet, an awkward smile on his red face and the morning paper in his hands, and y/n slowly drops the dish she had been washing back into the sink.
“Hello,” the man greets curtly, “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.”
“I’m afraid not,” y/n agrees with a bashful smile, quickly removing her rubber gloves so that she may extend her hand towards him for a shake, “I’m y/n, Pietro’s girlfriend.”
“Ah, yes...” he murmurs lowly, cautiously shaking her hand and sizing the woman up and down until she shrinks under his gaze. He means her no harm, but he isn’t sure whether or not she’s part of this cooky little play or just another victim cast under Wanda’s spell. He smiles suddenly, the gesture startling the girl. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Vision.”
“Oh, yes! Of course. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“May I ask where my wife is?” Vision asks.
“She went off to the neighbor’s,” y/n explains before promptly returning to her dish washing. The radio sounds distant and warbled now, the song she had been singing along to now nothing but static and jumbled up syllables, but to Vision’s dismay she doesn’t seem to notice in the slightest.
“How are you enjoying Westview?”
“I’m having the best time. Pietro and I have been talking and we might just have to hunker down in our own little place,” she says with a giggle. “It would be nice to be closer to you all.”
“I must say, having you and Pietro here was quite the surprise.”
“Not a bad one I hope,” she frowns. Vision guiltily refuses to meet her gaze.
“No, not at all. But, might I ask how you two came to be?” Vision asks apprehensively, adding on so that she doesn’t feel cornered, “I’m sure it must be a lovely story.”
“Oh, yes! I remember it like it was yesterday,” y/n swoons dreamily, a fond smile plastered on her face and her gaze casted out towards the living room where Pietro sits playing video games with the boys. She blinks once, twice, eyes never once leaving the silver haired stranger in the couch. A pregnant pause hovers over the two, the porcelain plate trembles in her hands, and Vision watches in silent horror as her eyes begin to well with tears.
“Y/n?” He calls gently, fingertips carefully brushing against her elbow in an attempt to bring her focus back to him. He removes the plate from her iron grip and sets it back carefully in the sink before turning the girl by the shoulders to face him; she still wears that same adoring smile despite the tears that silently fall down her cheeks.
“Forgive me,” she murmurs quietly, “I can’t seem to gather my thoughts properly.”
“Who did this to you? Was it Wanda? Pietro?” Vision press urgently. Y/n sways slightly when he shakes her by the shoulders in a desperate attempt to break her from her trance but still her smile remains.
“Pietro? Oh, he loves me, and I love him.”
“My dear, I don’t think you do,” the man utters sympathetically.
“Of course I do, silly. We were made for each other.”
“Perhaps you were, but not in the way you think. Y/n-“
“Please let go,” she interrupts in a soft, steady voice, looking up at him like a scorned child, “you’re scaring me.”
“If you would just let me,” Vision begins to say, fingertips reaching for her temple in preparation to break her from the spell only to be interrupted by another presence in the room.
“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” Pietro asks with a raised brow and uneasy laugh. “Hey toaster oven, you mind maybe letting go of my girlfriend?”
“Of course, my apologies,” Vision murmurs, stepping away from the girl and allowing her to run into the arms of her boyfriend.
“You okay, babe?” He asks with a raised brow. She isn’t, not in the slightest, but she has a job to do and a role to play, so she merely bats her eyes at him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Never been better. Hey, how does dessert sound?”
“I think that sounds lovely,” Wanda chimes, her sudden appearance in the kitchen doorway startling the already present trio. Vision looks like a deer caught in headlights when Wanda saunters over and gifts him with an innocent kiss to the cheek. “Why don’t you and Pietro get the boys settled down while y/n and I prepare the dessert?”
“What a lovely idea, darling,” Vision chimes with an easy smile— y/n isn’t the only one with a role to play. “Come now, dear brother-in-law.”
“Take good care of my girl, little sis,” Pietro calls on his way out. Wanda smiles, her eyes never once leaving y/n’s trembling frame.
“But of course. What is family for? Y/n, be a dear and grab the plates, won’t you?”
“Yes, Wanda,” the girl chimes obediently. She smiles.
“I noticed you seemed a little shaken up just now, is everything alright?” Wanda asks, feigning obliviousness.
“Oh, you know, just some friendly questioning from my new brother-in-law. I’m sure he just wanted to make sure Pietro had found the right match,” she explains with a passive wave of her hand. Wanda hums softly.
“Well we don’t need to worry about that,” she notes. “You’re here for a reason, y/n. Do you know that?”
“For Pietro, and for you,” she replies earnestly, smiling when Wanda takes her hands in her own and gives them a gentle squeeze. “You’ve always wanted a big family, a real family, one that would never turn its back on you or leave you behind ever again. You want a sister and nieces and nephews and love, and I’m here because I can do all of that and more for you.”
“Exactly right. Family is forever, y/n. Are you ready for the commitment that comes with being a Maximoff?”
“I’ve never been more ready,” y/n responds eagerly. Wanda smiles.
“I’m so relieved you said that,” she utters gently, pulling y/n in for a hug so that she may not see the way in which her eyes begin to glow red and waves of energy begin to emit from her fingertips as she carefully settles herself fully into the girl’s mind. She fills her head with thoughts of Pietro and family, with memories she’s never lived and feelings she’s never had, she fills her with love, and y/n is none the wiser.
“Congratulations, y/n,” Wanda utters quietly, comfortingly stroking the girl’s hair, “you’re a Maximoff now.”
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honey-sweet-hiraeth · 3 years
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Not Into Guys (Wanda Maximoff x reader)
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⚠️Trigger warning⚠️: Assault and attempted um.. bad things 😬😬
Also swearing
Lots of unhappies.
But fear not! Badass Wanda to the rescue!
(I wrote this in like five minutes- so please don't judge the quality 😅)
...
You sighed as you looked around the bar, only half paying attention as Wanda rambled next to you.
"He's running a bit late, but he should be here soon" Wanda rested a hand on your lower back and chills shot up and down your spine.
"What? Wh-who?" you jumped lightly causing a small laugh from the brunette next to you.
"The guy I was telling you about" She smiled and bit her lip drawing your eyes right to her gorgeous, tempting lips. "Anyway he's cute- even to me. I think you'll like him"
Wanda continued on but all you could focus on was how the lights reflected in her mesmerizing hazel eyes, the way she bit her lip and how nice it would be to be spending tonight at home curled up on the couch watching movies with Wanda.
"Why are you doing this to me?" you groaned softly, barely realizing you'd said it aloud. Wanda just rolled her eyes with a smirk, and oh the things that smirk did to you.
"Because you've been single too long and I want to see you happy. Don't be so dramatic this is for your own good." She scolded before ordering you both shots.
"Maybe I'm happy single??" you offered wondering how you could get her to stop trying to set you up.
"We both know that's not true. You just don't want to stop pining over that one guy you always talk about. The one you claim you could never have." Wanda raised an eyebrow at you and you sighed in near defeat.
She was partially right.
Except it wasn't a guy. It was her.
"Okay but I'm already telling you I'm not gonna like him. Why don't we just go home and order pizza? We can watch whatever you want and drink as much wine as humanly possible."
"Tempting. But no." Wanda grinned and you let your shoulders slump in defeat. This was going to suck. Big time.
...
Half an hour later, this guy Luke or whatever his name was finally showed up. He was tall, muscular and overall pretty good looking.
But not your type.
He smiled and his eyes crinkled up making his dimples that much more noticable. He was obviously the type of guy any girl would swoon over.
Just not you.
"Hi, I'm sorry I'm late. You must be Wanda's friend." His voice was calming and genuine. you couldn't help but smile back as you shook his hand. "I'm Luke"
"Yeah. Hi. It's nice to meet you." You answered politely and Wanda grinned looking between the two of you.
"I'm just gonna skedaddle" Wanda winked and rushed off towards the bar again. Leaving you with Luke.
"So..." You trailed off awkwardly, not excited to spend another night pretending to give another uninteresting guy a chance.
"Not gonna lie I was kinda expecting Wanda to bring someone...." He trailed off in the same manner as you did and scratched his neck.
"Scarier? More closed off? More like a shield agent?" you chuckled as he nodded. "Wanda and I have been friends since we met, despite the lifestyle differences we've always been able to find plenty of things in common. She's like my soulmate, only... She's my best friend."
"I get that. I'm just glad you're cute and uh- not that intimidating" Luke chuckled uncomfortably "not that dating someone you're intimidated by isn't okay, it's just not my thing."
You nodded half-heartedly as you watched Wanda dance, without a single care. Your eyes scanned her body and you couldn't help but sigh at the way she moved.
Fuck- fifteen minutes in and You were already distracted
"Do you.... Wanna dance?" Luke grinned at you, noticing your longing stare.
"Sure" You smiled your biggest fake smile and let him lead you to the floor.
Once you stopped walking you started swaying your hips to the beat, you let the music take over and tried not to gag when Luke put his hands on your hips swaying behind you.
You tried to ignore the pit of nerves bundling in your stomach as he pulled your waist towards him. You gasped as he spun you around and smashed his lips on yours in a hungry, lust filled kiss.
He pulled your body flush against his own and you gasped again as you felt a large bulge. (Lord help my gay ass the fuck am I writing?!? I'm sorry y'all😬)
Luke used your momentary shock to slip his tongue into the kiss pulling you impossibly closer. You couldn't move. You were frozen in place while his hands ran rampant, exploring your body.
When you finally regained mobility you pushed him away with a groan. He smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear, licking the shell of it.
"Why don't we take this to my place, princess?" He was trying way to hard to sound sexy and it made you gag.
"I-i'm sorry I'm- I'm not" You stumbled over your words, unsure of what to say. In all honesty the only thing you were sure of is that you didn't want to be leaving with him.
"Oh I get it" he growled as his whole demeanor changed and he suddenly looked more aggressive. "You like to tease right? You flirt with me all night, act all friendly then after I'm all riled up and ready you leave."
"N-no. I'm just not-" your voice was shaking and so were your hands. He was scaring you. You turned to just walk away when he grabbed your wrist tight. It hurt.
"That's not how this works babe, you're going to finish what you started even if I have to take you in the bathroom" he pulled you harshly out of the crowd.
"Stop it!" you yelled trying desperately to escape his grasp "you're hurting me"
Luke grunted gruffly and continued dragging you out of the building. It was like everyone was too drunk to notice as you helplessly called out for help until your voice gave out.
You reached his car and he pushed you up against it, leaning down and nibbling on your neck. All you could do was whimper and try to push him away with all your might.
you had almost given up hope when you heard someone shout, then a thud.
Luke's eyes rolled back as he fell to the asphalt. With him no longer holding you in place, your knees gave out and you collapsed next to him. You looked up with teary eyes to see Wanda, her eyes glowing red and her body language exuding anger. Looking hot as fuck.
Wanda dropped to the ground and rushed to your side. She wrapped her arms around you and lifted you up with a surprising amount of ease. You immediately flung your arms around her neck and held on for dear life as you bawled into her neck.
"Wa-wanda he- he was gonna-" Yoy cut yourself off with a sob as Wanda shushed you and began stroking your hair gently.
"It's okay, he won't be touching a single hair on your head now" Wanda cooed and you buried your face further into her neck. "I'm sorry I didn't get to you sooner"
"You're here. That's what matters." you sighed as you pulled away and Wanda wrapped an arm around your waist.
"Let's go home? Okay?"
You nodded and she called a Taxi to take you to the Avengers tower. The whole ride you were silent. You laid your head in Wanda's lap and she ran her fingers through your hair. You let your tears fall freely. You weren't necessarily sobbing, or really even crying. The tears were just coming and you didn't have the energy to hold them back.
You finally reached the tower and Wanda helped you out of the car taking you through the all too familiar path to her apartment. You made your way inside and you smiled at all the pictures of Pietro, you loved him to death. He was the only flirty guy you could be with for more than five seconds and not get tired of. He was the one who switched mission schedules with Wanda so the two of you could go out.
"What's on your mind?" Wanda's sweet voice brought you back to reality.  Her eyes were full of worry and guilt.
"I'm trying not to think too much about it." You whispered and Wanda's face softened further.
"I'm sorry. I never should've tried to set you up. You told me you weren't into it and it's my fau-"
"Don't you dare blame yourself" You cut her off wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. "It's not your fault the guy decided to be an asshole. He seemed okay, and you just wanted to see me happy. I'm just glad you care."
"You have no idea."
Wanda sighed softly and pulled you closer to her, leading you to the couch where she sat you down, placing herself right next to you.
"I'm sorry but I have to ask. Why are you so closed off to the idea of dating? Is it because of things like this? Or are you just anti commitment? What is it?" Wanda sounded resigned and you felt a pang of guilt.
"Wanda it's not that I don't want to date. Or that I don't like commitment... Let me put it this way. Pietro is the only boy I'll ever even slighty like. I adore him. He's smart, and sweet. But most of all he reminds me of all the things I love about you. I love you, and I appreciate your efforts but I'm just not into guys." You sighed feeling the nerves in your stomach dissipate. "I've never said that out loud before. I didn't even know if it was true. Not until recently."
Wanda watched you ramble with wide eyes. A small smirk forming on her lips that you didn't quite notice until it was a full grin.
"I know I shouldn't have been so nervous about telling you but I just - you make me so goddamn nervous Wanda and it's not even a little bit easier with you smiling like that-- why are you smiling?" You raised an eyebrow as Wanda chuckled slowly moving closer. Her hand, that was resting on your knee, had found its way to your upper thigh.
"Because you basically just told me I have a chance" Wanda cupped your cheek with one hand pulling you close until your lips were inches apart. Before she closed the gap she hesitated, and spoke just above a whisper. "you should probably tell me now if I'm reading this wrong. Because I've loved you since forever and I don't mean it platonically... I can't keep that a secret anymore."
Your eyes moved from Wanda's eyes to her lips and back again. You didn't know what to say. All this time you'd been hiding your feelings because you figured Wanda would never feel the same, and now she was right there telling you she loved you.
Wanda let out a defeated sigh and pulled away slowly.
"You- you don't have to feel the same. I understand if you want me to leave you alone. I'll give you some time." Wanda stood and started to walk away when you grabbed her hand, she turned to look at you slowly more tears threatening to fall. "I'm sorry about-"
"Wanda Maximoff." you cut her off earning a shocked, confused look from the brunette. "Shut the fuck up and kiss me already"
Before she could respond you stood and pulled Wanda toward yourself, catching her hips and pressing your lips to her's. You felt her smile into the kiss as you pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her.
Colours flashed behind your eyelids as time seemed to be slowing down.
This was what you never understood before. What you didn't know you needed.
This. Is what love feels like.
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baekybaeky · 2 years
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OH, IT'S YOU. — K.DY
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title: Oh, It's You. (4.4k)
pairing: ceo!doyoung x baker!reader ft. cousin!jungwoo and coworker!jisung
genre: strangers to enemies(?) to lovers(?), ceo au, baker au.
warnings: gender neutral, swearing, mentions of sweets and desserts, jungwoo is the cousin of doyoung,
summary: first impressions are always good right? I think that's not the case for Doyoung.
part of @chicksung sweet sixteen collab with the prompt "don't make me laugh"
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“This is ridiculous” Doyoung announces “It's been ten minutes since I ordered anything other than a cup of coffee and a muffin.”
“Would you quiet down?” Jungwoo hisses “You insisted it to be fresh and they asked you if you’re willing to wait and you said ‘yes’” 
“I’m sorry for the wait!” A voice cuts their bickering “The baker who usually does the muffins and stuff was out so our baker who usually does baked pastries-” “Spare us the story.” Doyoung waves his hand. The boy was taken-aback by his comment. "I don't care what excuses you make as a food agency, you should always be prepared to provide the greatest service to your clients."
“Customers.” the boy corrects quietly, quickly shrinking under Doyoung’s look of disdain. “Sorry...Sorry” Jungwoo interposes “It’s been a long day, please excuse us.”
The boy’s name is Jisung, as Doyoung gathers from his nametag. He bows an apology one more time before scurrying to the back, almost knocking a jar of cookies on his way.
“The quality of this place is bad, why did you bring me here in this kind of place?” Doyoung questioned his cousin “You're dressed horribly for a bakery, and who goes to a neighborhood bakery dressed in designer clothes?”
“Hey, I worked hard for this. It’s my own money.”
“That wasn’t even what I asked.” his cousin pushes a piece of the muffin towards him “For all your complaints, I promised you all of their stuff is good. Although the kid said the baker isn’t here so the pastry chef did it..” Doyoung has to admit the muffin is good. He chews slowly and nods. “It’s good.” “It’s just the atmosphere and the customer service is shit.”
“Doyoung” Jungwoo sighs. “10 minutes is nothing. The service is fine. AND it's a cute place. What’s wrong with the atmosphere?”
“Just... not my taste.” “Yeah ‘cause your taste is white marble countertops, gold chairs, gold platings, silver rimmed window panes, that is worth millions. Yeah I get you.”
“How did you even find this place?” Doyoung questions. “‘Cause I'm friends with everyone here. Unlike you.” “Wow, are you saying I don’t have friends?” Doyoung said offended
“You know if you’re not my cousin, I’ll despise you with all of my being.” Jungwoo says sarcastically  “I get that a lot.”
“Why don’t you order a cake.” Jungwoo suggests. “Why should I do that?!” Doyoung said a little too loud. “Because I said so, now go.” 
No matter how stubborn Doyoung is, his cousin is the only one he listens to.
“Hey, Kid.” Doyoung says to the boy at the register. Jisung sighs upon hearing the voice. “How can I help you sir?” He tries his best to put on a smile.
“I want to order a cake.” “What cake-” “But.” Doyoung cuts him off. “Can you get the baker, I want my order to be taken by the one who will bake it.” 
Jisung sighs again, before going to the back. A minute later Jisung appears with the baker.
As they walk down to the register, Doyoung scans their figure. Reading their name tag that says Y/N
“Are you a college student?” Doyoung blurts out. “No, I work here full time.”
“How can I help you sir?” You said, putting on a work smile like you always do whenever there are difficult customers to deal with
“I want a chocolate cake, but I have rules.” "First, don't make it too sweet, and second, make sure the frosting doesn't stick to the box's lid. I'd like it to be perfectly clean until I get home."
“Sir, we can’t just change our recipe to a single order, if you don’t want sweet cakes we can recommend you our coffee or dark chocolate ones.” “But I want the chocolate one…” Doyoung says.
“Then we will give you a chocolate cake, like we always do with the same recipe.” You said with a smile 
“Well atleast make sure that the icing doesn’t stick to the top.” “Sir, we can close it right in front of you, but once it’s in your hands it’s your responsibility. If it does stick it’s your problem, maybe improper handling of the cake.” “If that would be all, the amount is xxx” you said as you walked back to the kitchen.
“This is ridiculous!” Doyoung exclaimed. “You! Where is your review notebook?” as he points to the tall boy. 
“The what?” Jisung questions “The review notebook.” Doyoung repeats.
“Oh we don’t have that sir, but you can find us online on our website-” “Don’t make me laugh” Doyoung snickers 
“Sorry. It’s fine, we’re going.” Jungwoo says pushing his cousin to the door. Apologizing one last time before leaving.
“What is wrong with you?!” “What do you mean what is wrong with me?”
“Do you ask for a review notebook everywhere you eat?” Jungwoo asks annoyedly, “Of Course not.” 
“Do you ask for it when you’re eating at a 5 star restaurant?” “No, because they don’t need improvement. Why I asked for a review notebook is because they need to improve.” 
“They were literally fine, Doyoung.” hearing his cousin disappointed makes him rethink what he did.
“And causing a scene there, it’s just-” Jungwoo sighs
The whole drive was silent. None of them dared to talk.
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A week after the incident Doyoung finds himself in front of the familiar bakery. 
Hearing the bell chime, Jisung perks up “Hi, How can I help- Oh, it’s you.” “Where is the baker?” Doyoung questions.
“What do you mean “It’s you”?” Doyoung says loud enough for Jisung to hear
Jisung sighs, “They’re not here yet, They said that they’re running a bit late.” “And. If you’re gonna cause trouble to Y/N again I'll ask you to leave, please be nice, they've been through a lot.” Jisung sighs
Nodding, Doyoung went outside sitting at a nearby table. Spotting you walking down the street. “Oh, It's you. The chocolate cake guy.” “Doyoung, Kim Doyoung.” he says while flashing a smile. “Oh, Y/N. You can call me Y/N.”
“I have a request…” “I have roughly about 5 minutes before going to work so…” you said looking at the clock. 
“I need your desserts.” Doyoung said plainly. “Well then, what kind? Those chocolate cakes?” “Uhh, no… I need a lot of desserts. For my business party.” “You probably have your own patissier? Why not ask them?” you ask curiously. “That is the problem. Some are out because I gave them breaks and your desserts taste better…” Doyoung said, the last part was almost inaudible.
“Really? My desserts taste better?” you said mumbling. “Okay then, when is it?” He gives you the date and his phone number. Jisung glaring at his back as he goes out the door. 
“Isn’t he the one saying our service sucks?” Jisung questions you. “And now he’s requesting us to bake for him.” “Jisung, He’s still a customer. Plus that’s not how we treat customers.”
“You’ll help me right?” You ask Jisung. “Huh?” “You’ll help me right? Jisung?” you ask emphasising his name at the end.
“Why?” “What do you mean ‘why?’” you questioned “BECAUSE… he’s the one who caused us trouble…” The tall boy said with annoyance. “Like I said, that’s not how we treat our customers.” “Okay, but you’ll treat me to food after this.” “Of course I’ll treat you… I even treat you to food even if you don’t ask.” mumbling out the last part.
You ordered Jisung to handle the new batch of cookies since you needed to talk to the so-called ‘trouble.’ Dialing his number on your phone as you tie your apron. “Hello? Is this Kim Doyoung?” “Yes, this is him. Wait, Y/N? Why’d you call?” he said on the other side of the line. “The problem is we didn’t settle on the desserts you want…” “Oh, that’s right I totally forgot. Cupcakes, macaroons and cheesecakes.” “Is that all?” You asked “You think you could do it? I mean the plating… and we need it by the end of the week.” “Sir, I graduated with a degree in culinary arts. You don’t need to worry.” You said confidently 
With that the call ended. You ask Jisung for help yet again to prepare the necessary ingredients. “Y/N… Am I making this right?” The tall boy asked, hands full of sticky dough. You glared at the boy “I'm guessing no?” with a nervous chuckle. 
“What do you think is wrong?” “I don’t know, I'm usually the one who’s on the counter-” “If It’s too dry and it keeps breaking when you try to stretch it, It needs more water.” you explain “Oh, so it needs more flour right?” “Yes” you answer simply before turning back to experiment with designs. “Umm… my hands are kinda full?” looking at the tall boy yet again with his sticky hands, you decided to help him by putting the right amount of flour and mixing and kneading the dough.
“Jisung, you think you can handle all of this by yourself? I need to go to the store to buy things.” you ask, having flashbacks with the dough incident. “Yep, If things go out of hand I can go ask Taeil Hyung.” Jisung reassures
Looking at the clock that displays ‘8:57 pm’ before heading out thinking it would be just a quick trip. Walking with the night breeze feels good while looking at the calm street. Stopping at the entrance at the nearby store reading the sign that says ‘close’. 
“Shit…” realizing that walking took about 5 minutes when you’re supposed to be in a hurry. “Y/N?” a familiar voice distracts you from panicking. “Oh, Doyoung.” “What are you doing out here?” Doyoung asks. “The store is closed and we don’t have enough eggs…” you said worriedly “Get in my car. I know a place.” Doyoung said, opening the door for you to enter. 
Sitting at the front seat, looking at the city lights. “It’s been so long since I’ve been here in the city.” you confessed. “Oh why?” Doyoung can’t help but ask “I’m always at the bakery and it’s far away from the city.” You look at the window “But I chose to be far away, there are no distractions. It’s peaceful, you know?” you said with a smile recalling your early days in the bakery. “Yeah, Because here, all you hear is honking of cars and swearing middle-aged men ‘cause of traffic.” Doyoung said sarcastically. 
“We’re here.” Doyoung said stopping at a store that looks way more expensive than the local store near the bakery. “You think I can afford this type of stuff? All of the things here are top class ingredients…” “I'll pay for it.Think of it as an apology for causing a scene at the bakery.” Doyoung said shyly. 
“Well, in that case…” You pick the ingredients you need and proceed to the cashier. “Would it be by card or by cash?” Doyoung slips his card in. “Thank you! Have a nice evening. You make a great couple by the way.” The cashier said as you both went out of the store blushing and flustered by the cashier’s comment.
“Thank you Doyoung…” You said quietly as you entered his car. “Do you want to see the designs and platings I’ve been making?” you propose “Oh really? Can I? I don’t think that tall guy wants me there… He gives me stink eyes everytime.” Doyoung said honestly “C’mon don’t be ridiculous. He’s literally the sweetest.” Remembering all the times Jisung helped you from carrying boxes to assisting you in baking.
After some time you arrived at the bakery smelling the familiar scent. Upon entering the bakery, you hear noises coming from the kitchen. “No, you’re supposed to do this.” Seeing Taeil instruct Jisung the right way to put icing on the cupcakes. “I’ve done this many times but why does it always end up wonky?” Jisung said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Need any help?” You said suddenly earning a shocked Taeil and an annoyed Jisung seeing a familiar face. “Taeil, I’ve brought Doyoung, the one who placed the orders. I hope it’s okay. He’s here to see the designs.” You said with a smile “Yeah sure but make sure to clean up after this. Also here is the key lock up before midnight.” Taeil said leaving the room.
“Who’s Taeil?” Doyoung can’t help but ask “Oh, He’s the owner of the bakery. Basically he’s our boss.”  “Why is he here? He’s just gonna cause trouble again.” Jisung can’t help but to whisper how he felt. “Jisung, don’t be dramatic, he's just here to see the designs like I said.” You said as quietly as possible.
You showed Doyoung the platings and Doyoung can’t help but be in awe. “Y/N, This is like top class plating!” “Thank you? I’m not even done with some of them… Do you think this is good enough?” You questioned “Of course! It’s even better than some of those 5-star platings.” You can’t help but smile at his compliment.
 “If that’s the case I think I can make it in time until the weekend. You should get going. It's getting late.” “How about you guys?” Doyoung asked concernedly, “We’ll be fine, We just need to finish this last batch.” “At Least let me help, It’s the least that I can do.” “It’s really fine Doyoung, You paid for the ingredients.” You said pushing him out of the door “He What?!” Jisung chimed in. “He paid for the ingredients.” “But isn’t this expensive? Where’d you buy this?” Jisung questioned. “Yes, he insisted on paying.” 
“Why are you still here?” You spot Doyoung sitting at a nearby chair. “At least help me clean. I still feel bad and I think I still have to apologize to the tall boy.” “His name is Jisung. And I promise he’s the sweetest. He’s like my little brother.” You said pulling out the last batch of cupcakes in the oven. “Jisung can you chill these?” “Sure thing.” Jisung said with a smile. “See, I told you he’s the sweetest?”
Time passed and It’s almost midnight. Doyoung stayed as he promised and helped in cleaning. “Hey, Jisung right?” Doyoung approached the tall boy “Yes, what do you need?” Jisung asked curiously “I’m sorry, for acting like a jerk last time I was here…” Doyoung apologized “It’s fine, I acted rudely too…” Jisung said sympathetically. “But, I’m not kidding when I said ‘don’t cause trouble too Y/N again’” “Got it” Doyoung said with an awkward smile. 
Overhearing their conversation you can’t help but smile on how Jisung is overprotective. He’s like your overprotective little brother. “Wow Jisung, Hearing those words makes me feel emotional” You said lightly punching his shoulder “Oh shut up.” Jisung said sarcastically. “We should better lock up or else we want a good nagging from Taeil” You said looking at the clock that says ‘11:42’
You told Doyoung to go on ahead and go home after checking all the lights, windows and doors are locked. You wave Jisung goodbye as you lock the front door. Walking along the sidewalk looking at the moon and making shapes among the stars. “Y/N!” a voice cuts your peaceful vibe. “What? Who are you?!” You said a bit too loud. “Wait It’s me, Doyoung!” “What didn’t I tell you to go home already? You look like a robber coming from the dark my god!” “Where do you live? I can drive you home.” Doyoung offers “I can literally walk and take the bus” “It’s almost midnight, there are no busses left.” Doyoung said plainly. “Oh, you have a good point. Guess I have no choice then.” “Alright let’s go” Doyoung said as he led you to his car. 
Looking at the window, realizing you’re seating at his front seat again. Sure, you’ve been here before but that’s all for business matters right? But what about now? He’s driving you home. Is it for business matters too?
“You can drop me off there” You point at the front of your house. Doyoung drops you off with a smile. “Doyoung… Thank you. For driving me home.” “No problem” You both stare at each other blush creeping its way up to your cheeks.
“So-” You both said in Unison. Doyoung motions for you to go first. “Thank you again Doyoung. Goodnight” You said with a soft smile. You bid goodbyes to each other as you close the door.
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Walking down to the bakery and you still can’t get rid of the thought of Doyoung driving you home. “Wait up Y/N” You hear a familiar voice. “Jungwoo?” “I heard that you took up the offer of my cousin… Is he perhaps making any trouble?” Jungwoo asks curiously “So far none. He even drove me home last night.” You suddenly confessed. “What? So he’s driving people home now?” “He did it just to be nice right?” “Sure…” 
Walking inside the bakery, heading straight to work on the cupcakes. “Y/N?” Jungwoo peeks through the open door “Can I help?” Jungwoo offers “I can do it all by myself, but extra hands won’t hurt.” 
“And just like that, make sure to put the strawberry at the center.” You said as you finished designing a cupcake “Okay, Do you think I can do that?” “You said you’ll help right?” “Yeah, but like with other things, like cleaning or something. Y/N I really can’t do that.” Jungwoo said simply. “I'm just kidding! Just help me cut those strawberries, exactly the same as this one” You said pointing at the strawberry on the top of the cupcake you just made.
“Y/N” Jungwoo said while cutting strawberries. You hum as a response “I’m sorry for my cousin…” “It’s fine, Jungwoo.” “Still… You’re gonna deliver these right?” Jungwoo asks, “Yeah, Jisung will help me too since I can’t do it on my own.” “Can I help?” “Aren’t you supposed to be at your cousin's event? Why help?” You ask a bit quickly. “Like I said, It’s the least I can do.” Jungwoo said sympathetically. You gave in after Jungwoo begged to help.
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“Jungwoo, you don’t have to drive us there.” Jungwoo insisted on driving both you and Jisung to the venue, you try to argue but it’s clear on how’d it end up. “Well you’re inside now so no complaining. Also Doyoung sent people to get the desserts so we got that covered and he sent me here to drive you there.” “Jungwoo Hyung, isn’t the party for ceo’s and such?” Jisung asked, “Yep, I think most of the ceo’s I know are coming.” “So he’s kind of a big deal.” Jisung mumbles “Yeah he is… but he’s a pain in the ass though.” Jungwoo said with a sigh. “I can see that” You joked.
After some time, driving around the city you met the building that is at least 20 floors from your vision. “Let me guide you through the back.” Jungwoo said, closing the car. 
Jungwoo led you to the room with crystal clear chandeliers, high class interior designs and you’re just in awe. “Why do I feel like I'm in a movie?” Jisung jokes, “We’re just here to deliver the desserts and we’re going back.” You said carefully placing the array of desserts at the long table. 
Time passes by and you finish placing all of them. “We should get going Jisung, we still have a lot to do.” You said taking all the trash left behind. “You don’t have to do that Y/N” you hear a familiar voice. “Oh Doyoung, we should get going. You can just contact Taeil for your payment.” “Wait! I’ll be at the bakery after the party.” Doyoung suddenly said. “Okay, we’ll be going now. Thank you.” You said pulling an amazed Jisung who’s very invested in the balloons.
“Did you see the balloons? And the puppet that is dancing” Jisung said laughing, recalling the incident. “Sure now let’s go, we still have a lot to do.”
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Time passed and you heard the bell at the door chimed “Sorry sir, we’re closed-” “Oh it’s you, Doyoung you here to talk to Taeil?” You said with a relieved sigh. “No, I’m here to talk to you.” Doyoung said plainly. “Uh sure?”
“So how’s the party?” You start the conversation after serving Doyoung a muffin. “They all liked your desserts, and they kept asking me the bakery’s number.” “Wow, they did? But did you give it to them?” “I didn’t since it’s your decision.” Doyoung said, taking a bite out of the muffin. “Y/N, if you have time… do you maybe want to teach me how to bake?” Doyoung shyly asks. “Oh, Mr. businessman wants to bake suddenly?” You joked “I’m just curious on how the simplest things like a muffin can be so delicious.” Doyoung said “Of course it’s delicious, I made it.” You said sarcastically “But yes, I would love to teach you baking.” 
After some small talk you both bid goodbyes to each other. You went back to finish cleaning the leftover bowls and plates. “Y/N?” you hear a whisper. “Jungwoo? What are you doing here at this hour?” You’re surprised seeing Jungwoo’s frame on the door. “Jisung let me in.” Jungwoo said with a laugh. “Did my cousin pay or did he forget?” “I think he did and it’s between Taeil and Doyoung. Did you really go here just to ask that?” “Nope. Did he do something suspicious?” “No? But he did ask me to teach him how to bake.” “Really? Hmmm” Jungwoo said, squinting his eyes at you. “He is learning baking now huh?” Jungwoo said with the same expression as before “Anything wrong?” You asked curiously “No not really…”
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As promised you taught Doyoung baking. Though you can’t do it at work hours so you insisted on teaching him on your day offs or after work. It became a weekend routine for the both of you. But Jungwoo still keeps that suspicious look on his face whenever he sees both of you.
“And there, you just need to put it in the oven and wait for about 12-15 minutes.” You instructed Doyoung. “Oh, It’s that easy?” “Yep It’s simpler than you think. Well, to be honest cookies are the easiest to bake. So there's that.” You said dusting your hands. 
“Y/N, thank you for teaching me, Now I really know how you do this type of thing.” Doyoung said shyly. “It’s nothing really. Plus, I enjoy your company” You suddenly said. Facing back, putting your hands on your mouth ‘Did I really say that?’ you mutter among yourself.
“Did you just say you like my-” Doyoung can’t even finish his sentence as the timer went off “Oh look at that, the cookies are ready.” You said, face red blushing from his comment.
“Y/N” Doyoung said as you replied with a hum “Do you want to get coffee sometime?” “I- uhh” “Y/N?” “I-I would love to!” You stutter out. Handing him the tray of cookies that he ‘made.’ “Oh wow this is actually good, considering your first try baking it.” You said complementing his cookies. 
“Do you want to design these?” You said taking another tray of cookies from the fridge perfectly chilled at the right temperature. “But isn’t this for sale?” Doyoung questioned “I can just bake another batch, think of it as a reward because it’s your first time baking!”
“What is that supposed to be?” You said pointing at the Doyoung’s cookie “It’s a rabbit! Look, that's the ears and the teeth” Doyoung said with a laugh. “Really? A rabbit?” You said laughing.
“Wait, Did you hear that?” Jisung said, looking at Jungwoo at the register. “Looks like they’re getting along pretty well.” Jungwoo said, waving his eyebrows. “Don’t you think they make a great match, Jisung?” as Jisung responded with a hum “I think this is the first time I heard Y/N laugh like that.” The tall boy said after giving Jungwoo his order.
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Riding a cab through the city with the afternoon breeze feels like a dream. “Why am I even here? Why did I even say ‘sure’” You mutter. Soon, the driver dropped you off at the address Doyoung gave.
You spot Doyoung patiently waiting at the table. “Sorry I’m kinda late” You said with a nervous laugh. “It’s okay, I don't mind.” Doyoung reassures. Doyoung took both of your orders as you just ordered a simple latte.
“Here’s your order. You make a great couple by the way” as the server places down two cups of coffee. Both blushing at the comment. “Th-this coffee tastes great.” Doyoung said, looking at anything but your eyes. Blush still evident on your face. 
Talking about the most random things from how you met Jungwoo. “I’m serious, he just randomly showed up and ordered and that's it!” “I barely saw my cousin outside and he’s just out there exploring outside the city.” Doyoung confessed. To Doyoung talking about Jisung “Like I told you he is the sweetest” “Why does he act like your brother though?” Doyoung said. “I practically raised him, I’m like his teacher there.” 
Even talking about desserts that you made, just you talking makes Doyoung smile. “Don’t look at me like that.” You said covering your eyes. “What? Like this?” As Doyoung looks with the same expression as before. “Hey! I told you not to.”  “Or what Y/N?” Doyoung said in a teasing tone. “Oh shut up!” You said, rolling your eyes sarcastically.
At the end of your coffee ‘date’ you know more about Doyoung. One, he likes to tease like a lot. Second, He listens very well. Third, that gummy smile of his is very contagious. ‘Wait, am I starting to catch feelings?’ is a bad time to think about especially when you’re in his car driving you home again.
“Here we are.” Doyoung announced dropping you off at your house. “Thank you again Doyoung, I had a great time.” “Wait Y/N” Doyoung suddenly said. “I hope we can go out again sometime.” Doyoung shyly said. “Of course!” “Y/N?” as you responded with a hum “I think I like you…” You hear him suddenly confess. Walking closer to him, kissing his cheek. “I gotta go, Doyoung!” You said as you entered your house.
Doyoung holding his cheek where you kissed him, with that smile that makes you fall for him. He took that as an answer. Now he knows why he fell for you. It wasn’t the dessert that you baked nor the muffin you always give him. He fell for you because you’re you. You’re the only one that can give him that many butterflies in his stomach.
“Oh, It’s always you Y/N”
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A/N: oh wow this is the longest fic i wrote. sorry if this was a bit(very)late!
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