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avengersfantasies · 9 months

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A Night With Him in Bucharest - 3

Summary: You and Bucky have a romantic moment interrupted, and the two of you tell James who Bucky really is to him.

What to expect: dirty talk, fluff

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Author's Note: I did change James' age to 3. I thought a toddler would be more cute :)

It was late. Hours had gone by quickly as you and Bucky talked and got to know each other – flirting with one another until neither of you could take it anymore.

“Makin’ me hard, baby,” Bucky moaned against your lips as you straddled his lap.

You giggled and kissed his neck. “That’s the plan.”

He closed his eyes – holding your hand to his chest as you made out with him. His cock bulged underneath his jeans, and as much as he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t do it anymore. Suddenly, he grabbed each side of your face and flipped you so that he was on top – breathing heavily while kissing rubbing your sides with his hands.

“If we do this,” he panted, “I’m not cumming in you again.”

“Deal,” you agreed. “I’ll swallow.”

Your answer made him moan – his hands pulling your shirt and bra off.

“Swallow what, momma?” a little voice called out from the doorway.

Bucky immediately covered you up with your shirt before turning to face James.

“H-Hey buddy,” you nervously spoke – your voice shaking. “What’re you doing out of bed?”

James walked over and climbed into the bed. “Monster in my room.”

“Oh no, buddy,” your voice was sympathetic. “Maybe if you ask nicely, Bucky will go fight the monster off.”

James’ eyes lit up as he looked over at Bucky. “Please!” he begged. “Please, please, please!”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled – getting out of the bed and going with James to his room. You could hear Bucky “fighting” the monster off for James – the sound of the little boy’s giggling making your heart smile. After a few minutes, Bucky returned to your room and sat against the headboard next to you in the bed. “We need to tell him.”

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder. “I know…I just…don’t know how.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he kissed the top of your head. “Together.”

“I can’t believe he walked in on us,” you blushed hard – feeling embarrassed.

“Ah,” Bucky smacked his lips, “he didn’t see anything.”

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Maybe we lock the door next time…Not used to having someone in my bed as a mom.”

He gave you a suspicious look. “When was the last time you…you know.”

You clicked your tongue. “Three years ago…with a handsome man I met in Bucharest.”

“So, I really did ruin you for other men,” he laughed – wrapping his arms around you and kissing your lips.

“You did…It’s also a little difficult to spend time with someone when you’re a single parent.”

He nodded – the guilt evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry, baby,” he apologized. “Hopefully, you won’t have to be anymore.”

“You’re really going for this, huh?” You looked up at him.

He sighed. “I am.” He held your face in his hands. “For the past ninety years, I’ve done nothing but fight wars for people who tell me to fight them.” His voice was soft as he spoke. “I’ve…well, recently, I’ve been looking for some reason to keep fighting but also be free…now that Hydra is out of my head, and I’ve got my life back…I can’t think of anything more worth fighting for than a family. Being a dad is something I never thought I’d be able to do.”

Your eyes welled up with his words, and without saying anything in response, you again straddled his lap and pulled him in for a deep kiss – running your fingers through his hair. He retook your shirt and bra off and placed his kisses on your neck down to your breasts – your fingers clutching his hair and holding him close to you. You knew you had missed him during the past three years – your son being his spitting image reminding you on a daily basis of the man you slept with – but you never imagined how close you truly needed him.

Early the next morning, you and Bucky are up and making breakfast for your sleeping toddler. Both of you had agreed that it would be best to tell James who Bucky actually is instead of dragging it out and potentially facing a worse outcome.

“So, how would you feel about you and James coming back to New York with me?” Bucky asked while flipping pancakes. “I’m only in Madripoor for a little while for work.”

“Work?” you questioned – raising an eyebrow.

He sighed and nodded. “Someone recreated the super soldier serum,” he told you. “We got a lead that it’s here in Madripoor.”

“I don’t know Bucky,” you exhaled. “I’m here so that we can be safe…if we go back to New York…we’re not safe.”

“You will be…with me,” he assured. “I will do any and everything to keep you both safe.”

You looked down before walking up to Bucky. “James is a natural-born super soldier,” you told him.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means that he inherited both of our enhanced genetics,” you explained. “He’s…people want him.”

“No one will hurt him,” Bucky swore to you – holding your face in his hands. He pressed a soft and deep kiss to your lips.

“Ewie!” You heard James’ voice call out.

You chuckled and turned to look towards him. “Well, good morning buddy.”

“Mornin’ momma,” he greeted you. “I smelled pancakes.”

“Yes you did!” Bucky smiled. “Your momma and I made you some very yummy pancakes.”

James clapped as Bucky placed a plate in front of him and a cup of juice. “Momma, why you kiss your friend?”

You and Bucky looked at each other – you both knew this had to happen. “Hey, James,” Bucky began as the two of you sat down, “your momma and I need to tell you something.”

“Is it secret?” the toddler asked – his beautiful blue eyes looking up to the two of you.

“No buddy,” your voice was soft as you took a deep breath. “Do…do you remember when momma told you that you have a daddy, but I misplaced him?” James nodded, and Bucky took your hand. “Well…,” you took a deep breath. How would he take the news? Would he be upset that he was now having some man coming into his life? Would he be excited to have a dad? There was only one way to find out. “James…buddy…this is your daddy.”

The three-year-old’s blue eyes widened, and he looked towards Bucky. “Are you really my daddy?”

Bucky nodded. “I am, buddy.” His voice had a hint of shakiness in it – his eyes fighting back the tears he wanted to shed. “And I’m so sorry that I haven’t been –”

Bucky’s words were cut off when James got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around Bucky – the sight before you warming your heart. “It’s otay, daddy…momma just misplaced you…I lose my toys sometimes, and when I find them, I’m super happy!”

You and Bucky chuckled at your son’s enthusiasm. “I wanna give you something, buddy,” Bucky said – taking his dog tags from around his neck and handing them to James. “These are what they call dog tags,” he explained – James looking over them with interest.

“Momma has these too!”

Bucky nodded. “Anyone who is in the military gets them,” he replied. “They’re super special, okay? I want you to take good care of them.”

“Can I wear them?” James asked with excitement.

Bucky smiled widely. “Of course you can.”

James’ eyes read over the words, and he sounded them out the best he could. “M-M-Mar-March ten, nine-nineteen seventeen…is that your birthday?”

“It is,” Bucky confirmed.

“So how old are you, daddy?” he asked – the curious boy looking up at his father.

“Super old,” Bucky chuckled. “I’m one-hundred and six years old.”

“Wow!” the toddler exclaimed. “I wanna be that old!”

“Well, if you eat a bunch of good food and exercise, you could be,” Bucky smiled.

Watching their interaction as father and son warmed your heart more than anything. When had found out you were pregnant, you never imagined that Bucky would actually want to be in your son’s life…you had believed it was nothing more than a one night stand, but thankfully, the soldier was here to prove you wrong.

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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gold rush

Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, mentions of canon typical violence, established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of divorce, sanzu is a menace + so is mikey, ex-husband is a bastard, and hints of fluff. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by @bunnyjiros 🐇💕 hope u like it bby!!

Synopsis: Bitter and jealous, your ex-husband tries to humiliate you. An obviously bad choice, really.

WC: 1.6k

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The colorful toy rattled in the toddler’s chubby hand, shaking it excitedly as the stroller stopped next to an empty bench. The soles of your feet were starting to hurt from walking around and showing your three-year-old son who took after so much from his daddy that you opted to sit for a moment. The shopping bags you have accumulated so far swung in the slight breeze that happened to pass by, making the trees and bushes rustle in their tune. Your son let out a giddy giggle at the wind’s tingle, shaking his toy even more. A smile spread across your lips at the merry sound, cooing at his bubbly disposition at being outdoors. An ordinary day it was for a mother and son to be out shopping, but you knew better than to label it that. You glanced to the side, feeling the weight of Sanzu Haruchiyo’s stare from afar, guarding you and the toddler from a safe distance with his own crew of suited men. A breath of defeat slipped past your lips.

Even to this day, Mikey was still a worrywart despite how many times you’ve told him that the park was only filled with children and parents at this time around. There were no suspicious individuals present except for his right-hand man and his definitely rowdy-looking minions who smoked while waiting for you to make your next move. Lightly shaking your head, you rubbed your ankles for a few moments and got up to head to the next store. Your son was growing up and he needed new clothes. The idea of finding cute onesies for him had you grinning and cooing at your son as you pushed the stroller, almost missing your name being called out.

However, the moment you recognized whose voice it was, instant regret flooded your system once your gaze landed on your ex-husband’s cocky demeanor that mirrored the woman next to him. Hands tightening on the stroller’s handle, it took every minuscule of your soul not to slap him for showing up in your life again. A rigid and barely polite smile was what you shot the couple, hoping for this encounter to end as soon as possible. You had clothes to buy and after all, wasting time on entertaining them would be stupid.

“Good afternoon,” you mumbled, feet slowly moving forward to escape the duo smirking. They were definitely up to no good. “Never thought I’d see you here again.”

“Likewise, my dear.” Those judgemental eyes shifted between you and your son biting on his toy. It didn’t take more than a second for him to continue with his head tilted to one side. “How are you holding up? You know, being a single mother and all? Did your new man leave you with this squirt?”

S-single mother?

The woman next to him no doubt laughed at what he said, playing the role of his shitty new wife now he was hers, never ashamed that she was the mistress in the marriage. Birds of the same feather flock together in the end. Proud of himself at the pitiful jab, your ex-husband crossed his arms across his chest, waiting for your response. Thank his lucky stars your son couldn’t understand what he was implying or you would have resulted in more violent tendencies.

Speaking of violent tendencies…

A quick glance at the direction where Sanzu and his subordinates are confirmed your thoughts. He was observing intensely with those inquisitive blue irises. Even from a great distance, Mikey’s second in command had a fearsome aura. Deep down, you knew the pink-haired man recognized your scumbag of an ex-husband.

Whether you wanted him to interfere now, however, was up to you.

“Actually… I’m happily married.” Whether it was your words or the blissful expression on your face that irked them, pride swelled in your chest at the fact it rang with the truth. For added measure, you leaned down to wipe the saliva bubbling out your son’s lips. “Three years, exactly. This is our son—doesn’t he look adorable?”

A laugh that sounded more like a scoff was directed at your statement. Ex-husband or not, a part of you still hoped he would become a better man someday, even if it isn’t for you. Clearly, your past relationship with him just caused him to lead further down a bitter and vain path. Well, it was no longer of your concern and you love Mikey. The family you have now was the best thing that has ever happened and you won’t let any vile thing taint it—even if it is the man whom you used to love.

“Ha! Who on earth would even want you? A divorced pathetic woman…”

Still, with a smile that reached your ears, you replied animatedly, “You know him! There's no need for introductions. Manjiro, whom I’ve been best friends with since elementary—you definitely remember him, right? We married three years ago and had our baby boy. I’m a Sano now—Mrs.Sano.”

If your testimony to a better life after divorce wasn’t enough to anger your ex-husband into silence, the mere mention of Mikey did. It was no secret that he hated Mikey ever since elementary, and has always been jealous of him since day one. That envy grew more as the years went by, enough for him to pursue and marry you to at least win over the invisible man. Because if Sano Manjiro could not have you, then he was a mere loser. However, all those years of coveting to be better than Mikey fell to the wayside. In the end, you still ended up with the person he hated and yearned to become.

Not reading the atmosphere, the woman next to him clicked her tongue in annoyance. “So what if you’ve got a new husband and you have a child? It doesn't change the fact that your first marriage was a failure and that is alone a huge no-no. I mean, shouldn't you be afraid it might happen again? You seem like the type of woman any man would leave for another. History repeats itself.”

“If history does repeat itself then you better watch your back,” you giggled softly and calmly, shifting your gaze between your frustrated ex-husband and his lover, whose face has turned redder than the color of her nails. “Who knows, he might do the same and leave you for a different w—”

“Shut up, shut your fucking mouth!” Pointing an accusing finger at you, your ex-husband hissed. “If there's anyone to blame for our failed marriage, it’s you. You’ve never loved me and liked that stupid Manjiro. I was only a victim—” The rest of his sentence was cut off as realization sunk into his feeble mind. Sano Manjiro was the leader of the notorious gang, Bonten. You married him—a dangerous criminal. To fight you now would be a death sentence. Immediately, he grabbed his wife’s hand and gritted his teeth. Legs ready to run away, far from you. “Never show up in front of us again, you conniving bitch.”

Your hands were instantly covering your son’s ears, glaring at the couple, especially at the man you used to call husband. Indeed, he is scum. “I advise you not to curse around my son. His father wouldn't be forgiving.” This conversation has gone too far and has evoked more dark thoughts than you possibly could imagine. One that you wanted to entertain was slapping the shit out of the scumbag. Yet, karma would definitely do your bidding without having to lift a finger. To leave it up to fate how it shall deal with the people who have wronged you was far better than to cause a scene. “It wasn't nice meeting you again, I have to be honest, so likewise. I do wish this will be the last time. Have a great life, if you can.”

Hand waving at them in farewell, you refused to glance at them and continued your initial plan to visit more stores despite the exhausting confrontation. Narrowed eyes kept glancing in your way which was accompanied by stomping. Whether he wanted to yell out at you, your fuming ex-husband could only retreat with his tail tucked in between his legs while dragging his wife with him. You then forgot about it while shopping for more baby clothes, cooing at your son now fast asleep. It was another normal day once more. Your soft humming echoed around the car as you were driven home. The moment you got inside the penthouse, Mikey was there to greet you. You gave him a kiss on the cheek before excusing yourself to put the toddler in his bed.

But a certain someone didn’t—could not forget about what happened earlier.

Sanzu was quick to tattle to his superior about the major occurrence that afternoon involving you and your ex-husband, preferably his distasteful comments. Nothing was left under the sun and the second Sanzu was finished, Mikey sighed. Those watchful dark eyes followed where your figure went, carrying the life of the room that put the big chandelier in the living room to shame, to see if you were within earshot. You weren’t.

“He said that?” Manjiro muttered, fingers removing the lint from the couch’s pillow before blowing it into the air. “Fucking coward can’t even face me so he results in badmouthing me in the back and also insulting my wife…”

“What do we do, Mikey? That fucker shouldn’t be alive after what he said.”

“No need to tell me that twice,” he sighed while sinking further into the couch. His dark irises moved to the huge wedding portrait that adorned the wall above the fireplace, and a smile graced his thin lips at the beautiful dress you wore. You were so beautiful, especially when you were pregnant with his baby. Anyone who tries to wrong you is going to die. “Arrange a lil’ ‘accident’ for him. Make sure it’s clean.”

“And what of his wife?”

“Surely you know there are markets that accept body parts. Do what you think is best.”

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tabibitto · 1 year

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Heirs of The Moon

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CW: dysfunctional family, mentions of violence, mentions of death, sex, drugging

Summary: Since the death of Crepus Ragnvindr, His two sons have all but severed ties with each other. Only speaking when they must. And neither brother ever fails to remind the other of the reason why. However strong their hatred for each other, they never managed to show such disdain towards their little sister. But perhaps hate would have been kinder then neglect. Note: This is based off the theory that Pierro is Kaeya's father, and that the Tsaritsa is collecting gnosis to rebel against celestia

Note: This is based off the theory that Pierro is Kaeya's father, and that the Tsaritsa is collecting gnosis to rebel against celestia

Chapter 3: The Laws of Gods and Men

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A cork flew across the floor, and soon a large wine glass filled with the the maroon liquid.

Drinking was never Diluc's strong suit. He loathed the taste, the smell. It reeked everywhere in his tavern, on his customers. It made him sick nowadays to bartend. He would need a well deserved break to be able to stomach the thing.

The sudden assault of it on his nose did not help. And he glared daggers at his little sister, who more then happily drank the stuff. She was unrecognizable at times.

He hated to admit, but if she were a he, he may as well describe her how his brother does him.

"He was cute as a young lad, now he just seems to be in his own little world.."

As a young child, Y/N was the sweetest child in all of Mondstat. Playful and kind, sociable and innocent. A pure, white little bird among all the others in her nest, whom looked nothing like her but the brother she flew home with. Happy.

It was his fault. He had no one too blame but himself. Even if sometimes he hated Kaeya for giving her the same treatment he did, it was his fault for pushing them away.

Now, he failed to realize his young sister was a woman grown. Who forged a silver tongue better then the one-eyed captain. Who's sneaky little hands ended lives for her benefit.

"So you know?" Y/N stated, more statement then question it sounded like at least.

"I do."

"What of it? Plan to arrest me Darknight Hero?" She mocked, taking a sip of her wine, speaking calmly, coldly.

The little bird flew the nest sooner then he believed.

"I have no buisness in your affairs-" He began, and just as he spoke she quickly interrupted.

"Then why bring me home dear brother?" Y/N looked up through a tired, dead stare. Traces of drool still evident on the area below her chin.

"I want to know."

"Know what-"

"If you are safe." Diluc raised his voice, his crossed arms tightening, his glare darkening. He was angry.

At this, she laughed, loudly. "SAFE? Please, be fuckin for real. What do you want?" She sat back on his dinner table and crossed her legs, downing a glass and pouring a second

"I care not who you be with. But this...this behavior...it...I don't..I don't agree." It was there. He was worried. Even still when he tried to express it he refused to admit he cared. Perhaps he didn't. Perhaps it was an illusion. A dream she still could not get rid of after all these years.

At this thought, she poured a third glass. "Did he hurt you?" He asked more quietly. Y/N merely chuckled. "No, or maybe he did. Only the Gods know now."

"He was a father, Y/N."

"As was he a husband. That didn't stop him from seeing me. Worry not dear brother, I have snuffed out the unclean. His Lady Wife might be pleased to hear it." She smiled at herself, looking in a mirror on the wall."

"And what of his son? When he learns of his Father's death? Who it was?" He Yelled again, getting agitated.

"He won't. His poor mama has already been suspicious of his late shifts im sure she has found a new man to keep her bed warm. 'Sides, He is only four."

"And at what age do you remember coming to me?"

She paused, "Your father. Diluc. Not you. Your father took me in. As i have explained, my own is not of importance to me."

"So why do you go about getting information on the Fatui by any means necessary. Even whoring yourself for such things-"

Y/N fumed and threw the empty glass at his feet, seeing the shards fly and decorate the carpet below, its golden rims reflecting above on the wooden roof.

"Careful Ragnvindr. You and I have yet to square up and you won't have no advantage on your opponent this time. I have a vision, i have more then earned it, so i'd suggest you keep your mouth shut before I knock your teeth out." Her words were slow, and slurred, with clear and evident anger in her blue eyes

Y/N smiled up wickedly, an accent foreign to him emerging upon her short-temper. She too was four when she "lost" her father. And even things long gone like her mother-tongue were still present.

Y/N truly was Khaenri'ahn born and bred. Born for whatever plans they had for her. He knew thats where she was heading. He needed to stop her.

"The Laws of Gods and Men have nothing to do with me Ragnvindr. When I am Queen I will create a new order. I will eliminate every obstacle that come my way. Even you. Which is surprising, considering you have never given me a second thought now you suddenly have shits to give when im trying to do, what i came to do.

"Im done, holding onto your boot as you walk about, tall and proud, ignorin' my pleas for a family, for friendship for anything. Do not pretend to suddenly want to give me what I have asked for all these years, I am a woman grown and I do not beg or kneel."

Y/N turned on her heel towards the door. "Your chance at a brotherhood is gone. You have no one but yourself and Kaeya to Blame. When the sky falls down upon you all, the people of Mondstat should know who to blame."

Diluc's eyes widened, and even as the night grew darker, as the sky lightened with time, he found himself outside his home. Staring up upon celestia, wondering, whenever sleep overtook his rationality, if it has grown closer to his home.

A lifelong grudge against siblings, enough to destroy cities and lay waste to armies. It sounded childish, wildly stupid and he hoped thats not know Y/N has become.

He may never know. Maybe he never knew her at all. Only will he learn when her promises and threats are fullfilled. When she sits on her throne, will Diluc know what shes meant. Those words with hidden meaning and underlying prophecies she's muttered out her whole life

In time, all will be placed upon the scales

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attheexactlyrighttimeandplace · 2 years

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The Rings of Power is such a treat! Each episode is a gem in its own way and i can't get enough of it.

The best part being how each week is like an injection of a powerful mix of excitation for LOTR universe and desire to reread all Tolkien's work, as if rewatching the episodes multiples times isn't enough (I'm having very modest ambitions so far and starting with the appendices of the Lord of the Rings and planning The Silmarilion and the Unfinished Tales for next month...)

Some thoughts on episode 4 (full of spoilers for the series),

Episodes with no hobbits and more dwarves are a win. Actually anything involving Durin father and son, Disa and her children whom we see and don't see at the same time is a delight.

Howewer i don't see there a happy family story with their friend Elrond as a gentle and benevolent sponsor, like everyone seem to describe their bond. I think Elrond appreciate them a lot individually and as couple, enjoys truly their company, but he's by nature incapable to be a friend to them. I can't call friendship a relationship where he doubts his friend's intentions and invades their privacy with suspicious questions he has no right to ask. It could have been another kind of secret more personal to Durin like a real affair. So why did Elrond think it was ok to follow him and his wife and overhear their conversations? The little advice he gave to Durin in the end of the episode, under the form of a confession about his own his father, redeemed him a little bit, but only a little bit. I don't think the couple should trust him or consider him genuine. And it's not because they're dwarves that Elrond is acting this way in my opinion, but really because he can't trust people and can't resist manipulating them to serve his goals and ambitions, like he did in the first episode by colluding with Gil-Galad to send Galadriel to Valinor, out of their way, instead of discussing with her what the elves king has foreseen for her future.

The visuals of Númenor submerged by a giant wave were terrifying and stunning at the same time. What a way to start an episode! I totally empathized with queen Miriel: her panic is completely appropriate. This is the stuff of nightmares, more than any orc or Dark Lord could be and it's not even the work of the dark side. How could an alliance between elves (who are going to be blamed for it) and men work after so much destruction? But at the same time: what a way too to end a season! Because i can't imagine another season finale now than the real destruction of the island...

Loved all the scenes between Tar- Miriel and Galadriel. The verbal sparring between these two strong/competent women leaders was the best moment of the episode: be it the ego fight during the audience or the emotional revelation in the king's tower. In this later scene, the dialogues and acting were especially moving (all this inner conflict for Miriel, so ready to follow Galadriel but incapable to deal with any opposition and conflict, was really good characterization). My favourite part was Elendil staying by the side watching quietly "his" queens (queen of his heart for Galadriel and queen by legal authority and loyalty for Miriel) fighting each other, while trying a little joke to get some attention.

Romeo and Juliet aka Kemen and Eärien are too good and pure for this world, so of course, they will die. They had a dark cloud announcing their doomed fate on their head during the all episode, following them everywhere. It's insane how strong this vibe attached to them was despite all the cuteness of their dialogues and the extra romantic spirit of their costumes.

As expected Adar turned out to be an elf who has been seriously wounded, more likely tortured (captured or left behind by his squadron?) and has now joined completely the dark side. It's a charismatic and quite sad character and i'm really curious to know more about his past. I consider him to be literally the father of the orcs: the one who created them by torturing elves. In the first episode Arondir explained to Bronwyn that the elves healers are in fact artists who reveal the beauty inside everyone. I think Adar was doing the opposite job for Sauron Morgoth, a perversion of his past noble mission.

On the other hand i'm trusting less and less Arondir: did he make a deal with Adar or did Adar release him in a sick game to catch him later and make the hunt of the strong elf who deserted more interesting? Arondir got an interesting mix of action and romantic scenes for a character who was so close to die at the start of the episode. Almost too much, in as he's getting all the focus before getting really killed or turned evil like Adar. This dark turn wouldn't be surprising because the guy has no luck, not in love at least: the timing to kiss Bronwyn is never but never right. I think it will happen eventually (more than some kissing) but they might both deeply regret it. I mean i've got this theory that Theo's father is Halbrand, mostly because it's the only way i can explain for now the ongoing mystery about Halbrand's homeland (i think he was maybe from the same village as Bronwyn, the one that was emptied completely and burned to the ground by the orcs of Adar - that would explain Theo's attraction to the dark side if you believe like i do that Halbrand is the futur Witch King - and i fear his reaction if he catches Bronwyn and Arondir at one point (if Adar doesn't before him).

So far, all the human characters of the Southlands were invented only for the series and had little connection to the books or the films, that's why it was very satisfying when, intentionally or not the writers wrote the attack of the tower of Ostirith like a call back to the battle of Helm's deep. Of course it won't be as epic as in the LOTR films (there's no armies only civilians and the scale is something else), but just the awakening of my memories and of my nostalgia alone is a very nice feeling.

Halbrand and Galadriel keep getting a lot of attention and i still fail to see why? Sure they have chemistry but he's so clearly reducing her in the best case to her race, calling her elf all the time as if he's holding a grudge against elves, and in the worst scenario to someone he wants to dominate, to tame/control (like an horse to use a word that he used), and eventually possess sexually after the blacksmiths planted in his head that she wouldn't want him because she prefers men of better origin (the comment was clearly sexual, there's seduction/attraction but no really romantic feelings in his interactions with Galadriel)

Also this subplot makes Galadriel so stupid: why would she jump to the conclusion that he's a king in disguise just because he wears an insignia? Why does she refuse to believe his protestations and explanations that he found it on a dead man (whom he possible killed)? How can she believe that a real king would act like he did since she met him? He was traveling with poachers who were hunting the worm and have shot it with arrows, that's why the marine animal attacked them (she saw the arrow when she was underwater), he abandoned his shipmates to death, started a tavern brawl, stole the guild crest from the blacksmiths and beat them savagely etc.. In which way does this attitude compare to queen Miriel's regal posture in everything she says and does, or even a "lesser" noble man like Elendil? I don't know why she wants this bad to make him a hero, why she's being so blind to his objections. She keeps bringing his people and the emergency to save them and he showed no interest or care. It makes me crazy and that renders their scenes painful to watch, even though they were well acted and written.

EDIT: I just rewatched the episode and i realized that her position was clearly explained during the audience with Tar Miriel: Galadriel is desperately in need of a royal figure that could gather the men of The Southlands. They clearly won't follow an elf, and not even a numenorean queen can convince them given Númenor's closeness to the Elves. Only a leader born in the Southlands would be able to gather them under one banner. Thus Halbrand is her only and best shot at any attempt of an alliance, whatever the circumstances in which he came into the possession of the insignia, no matter if he's a real king or nobody. She's just trying praying very hard that he's not as bad as he pretends to be and taking a bet that nobody will detect his lies. Or rather, i really hope this interpretation will be proved to be true, because if not, i'm back to the part that i crossed out.

There's so much more to say, notably about Isildur who had a big episode, and his relationship with his sister Eärien, Pharazôn and his relationship with his son Kemen but this is already too long. I'm keeping the rest of my thoughts for future posts.

#the rings of power #episode 4: the great wave #numenor #durin iv #princess disa #elrond #galadriel #queen regent miriel #elendil #eärien #kemen #halbrand #arondir #bronwyn #adar #my trop reviews

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Are Jack and Marius familiar with MC’s son, if they have one? Obviously they’d know there is a son, since they’re close to MC, but are they also close to the kid? I just love the imagery of a cute widdle boy and his two weird uncles

They know of him and have probably met him a few times ... babysitting duty hasn't come up (yet) however, haha. They aren't super close to MC's son because the MC doesn't want suspicious people around their apartment, in case the landlord makes a fuss, or in case Flynn's men follow them - a bit paranoid, but yanno.

.... Hooooweverrr the Christmas before the story starts, Marius and Jack got a present for the kiddo, which he remembers and is fond of :") it's a stuffed bear with a bow. They both came from v impoverished homes, so a big bear with a fancy red bow just seemed so over the top and perfect! I wanted to mention the bear in the phone call scene, but I just couldnt fit in it right ...

So the son is very fond of Marius and Jack, even if they've only met a few times! Kids are funny like that. I'm hoping to bring it up in Chapter 3~4, but we'll see :>

#I mentioned it in this post specifically bc idk if itll come up and #i think its cute LOL #i love kiddos and how they attach to certain adults #my coworker has several younger siblings and one of them is v fond of me even tho we've met like 3 times #anons !!#libra says

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dekaydk · 10 months

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Step By Step Ep 10

I really want to like this show but I keep getting plot, pace, dialog and character icewater dumps on my head.

Spent the entire episode thinking that Jeng is incapable of thinking even tactically about his love life, much less strategically. Especially not about how this intersects with work. This dude should not run a (whatever the Thai equivalent) of a chaebol even if daddy does hand him the reins in the future.

Pat is repeatedly smarter about all this than Jeng is. Jeng sees Pat's reasonable caution as naive lack of confidence and rolls right over it.

What is this color inversion between Chot and Pat’s outfits?

Sound weirdness in the screening room scene - did they loop the dialog?

Again with the open mouth pose!

GOD I HATE IT WHEN THE CHARACTERS GET SELF ABSORBED AND DON”T HEAR EACH OTHER IN AN EXAGGERATED WAY okay this was less exaggerated than usual

“I know that Mr. Jeng thinks of you beyond work” Oh you do know that for certain? gonna let this one slide

This bit about "the relationship will be awkward at first" YA THINK

“Krit doesn’t think about hard launching you at all” what pray tell is hard launching

God the stupid sound effects totally take the emotional weight out of this scene

Okay, Chot crying awwwwww. So happy for him.

Pat crying is probably a little tough for Jeng to interpret at first

SPEAK ENGLISH TO ME BABY (insert scene from A Fish Called Wanda)

Wait, in the kitchen in front of the windows?

Phone screen protector as a metaphor AND product placement?

Confirm/Delete is even a question?

The music makes it seem like following on social media is a bigger deal than the other stuff?

Okay, enough with the screen protector

Pat’s presenting

Assistant dude has a suspicious thought or two

Okay, cubicle handsies cute but debatably smart

Office parking garage messing around HONK giggle start over

Badminton again and assistant dude is SUSPICIOUS

Theory: assistant dude has a crush on Jeng

I think people are cruel. SO RIGHT JENG

Office meeting: assistant is taking notes on what he sees

Pat's Dad is still around?! Oh okay everything’s cool “take care of my son” with a side order of “when did we become buddies”

“Phi Jeng/Nong Pat”

Okay, Pat has the seduction thing down

I wasn’t feeling the chemistry before but I’m sold on this scene

Aww fantasy wedding

But…isn't it a smidge early to be talking about geting married?

Jen and Jaab moment

Wait Jaab is with someone WTF PLEASE why are we learning this now (once again we have a time gap that is tough to follow)

(Got a bit of a Bible vibe just now; this is a compliment to both men)

Vasectomy WELL IF YOU NEED ANOTHER ONE LEMME KNOW thought bubble

OH WAIT CONFESSION

This is nicely mature and resolves this hanging thread

Wait Pat as the head of the department? This is not going to go well. His business smarts aside he’s never even been a manager, much less a senior manager/director level. Jeng, don’t promote people too fast; it’s not fair to them or the team. “What are you playing at?” indeed!

Office gossip scene. Wait, queen office bitch is in their corner?

Jaab is seeing someone called Paint. And pining over Jen, the two-timer.

Whoa nasty office sticky notes!

Marcom jerkface strikes again

What does he have to do with the board and why is he telling Jeng about the board? (Update: forgot he was Jeng’s uncle)

JESUS THIS WAS FORESEEABLE JENG YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER

Condo. Pat wants to talk in bed. Jeng: grabs Pat. Not gonna sex it away dude SEE

And don’t close your eyes, Pat is trying to TELL YOU SOMETHING Pat is being smarter about this than you are.

Next morning: WHOOPS SHITTY PEOPLE CLIP SHARING

Pat is fed up with Jeng not listening/treating his concerns seriously and he's outta here and gonna do what he's gotta do. That resignation letter is gonna get delivered.

Wait. Pat scrammed from the condo without saying anything and wecut to Jeng having coffee like nothing happened?

Pat resigned. Okay again probably the right move. He has less to lose and he knows it. (Back to “What are you playing at?”)

The president approved it? This will be interesting. Why is the president involved? Pat is twenty layers down the org chart. That would be like Tim Cook approving the resignation of some junior manager at Apple.

Okay, time to read everyone else's takes.

#step by step the series

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lamnwar · 2 years

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I wanted to ask if the request are open~

I would love an nsfw/smut Akashi scenario, something interesting while he is in the work you know haha thanks you so much!!

Hiiii there 💕 omg yes nothing like some ethically questionable office relationship lmaoo all jokes a part I had fun writing this one, so I hope you enjoy it <3 like writing Akashi smut is lowkey my fav thing to do, I love writing about men being gentlemen while making reader crazy hihi 🥰

Surreal // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

Context: no one prepared you to work with a man like Akashi Seijurō, and it just gets harder to resist him. All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (mid 20s).

Warnings: office sex, oral (fem! receiving), nipple play, protected sex, Akashi being an absolute king (as usual) and being slightly a dom! but a nice one 🥰, Akashi calls reader "darling" and "pretty girl", slight dumbification, filthy but still cute imo

When you told your parents that you landed a job working for the Akashi family, they were the proudest they’ve ever been of you. And rightfully so; after years of suffering as a university student, it comes as an appropriate reward for you to work in one of the country's top companies. It’s not just that; it’s also the fact that the company, despite its impact on the economy, is rather small in terms of number of employees, meaning that them hiring you makes you part of an elite. And like things couldn’t get better for you, your colleague and the one you share an office with is no less than the direct heir to the Akashi empire.

Upon first meeting, you pondered if it was some kind of joke – maybe a little trick they pulled on the new one, kind of like hazing? You entered your workspace and peeked on the office right in front of yours, where a golden plate showcased the name “Akashi Seijurō”. You were confused, which made complete sense. For a second, you thought that maybe the guy shared a name with the company’s owners without being related to them, but you quickly put that theory aside, as you remembered reading about the Akashi family, and you somehow memorized the names of all family members. Seijurō, undoubtedly, was the sole son and heir of the Akashi’s. which led you to the next logical meaning to all of this, which was that it was a joke. There was no way that you’d work with him, not as a freshly employed person in the company. But your incredulity was quickly brushed away when the man himself walked in, leaving you all flustered.

“Hi there, you’re my new colleague, aren’t you?”

He flashed you the most gorgeous smile you ever encountered, a piping hot cup of coffee in his hand. He handed it to you, before leaning on your desk on one arm, hand brushing in his perfectly styled red locks as he explained the situation to you.

“I could have a senior position right away, but I rather deserve it. Besides, I’m still young, I’ve got a lot to learn.”

“Well Akashi, that is very admirable of you” you replied in all sincerity.

You were honestly surprised that he wasn’t one of these rich kids that chose the easy way to the top, taking a position as daddy’s right arm without even sweating for it. The young man before you had an aura of humility that you couldn’t deny, and a smile settled on your lips as he told you, warmth full in his voice,

“Call me Seijurō.”

It’s been almost a year now, and at this point you are pretty well acquainted with your colleague. It only makes sense, given how you share a workspace together. Safe from the meetings and lunches with the other employees, the two of you spend most of your working hours together, and it’s evolved in time spent together outside of the office too. Nothing suspicious, as far as you are concerned, a coffee in the morning before clocking in, or a drink at night after working your asses off on an important deal. And yeah, maybe occasionally, he’ll drop you off at your place in his luxury car – something that you haven’t hesitated to tease him about, to which he responds with a,

“I might be a simple employee but I’m still going to exploit the benefits of being the CEO’s son.”

Regardless, nothing in your relationship can arise suspicions, and you are very happy by this, to say the least. In all honesty, the way you feel about him is far from professional, so it is better if no one gets to know what is going on inside your head. You’ve never intended for things to end up like this, but it is beyond you. And more importantly, you cannot risk your job by slipping off.

It all started after the first few months of working together. Maybe it’s because of how nice he is, maybe it’s the way he handles all situation so well, demonstrating his high intelligence and his ability to lead. But one late night, as the both of you racked your brains to solve an issue within the case you were working on, you begun to see him differently. Something about the way he undid his tie and rolled up his sleeves had your breath hitch in your throat, eyes staring like a starving beast. At this very moment, something shifted inside of you, and you couldn’t tell what; till a couple nights later, when he appeared in your filthiest dreams, leaving you waking up panting and bothered.

Even since, you can’t overlook the way he attracts you. After overthinking it enough, you figure that it can’t be help. Akashi Seijurō is all you can dream of in a man. He is charming, hard-working, a gentleman, and more importantly, so easily in control of everything, like taking the leads is a second nature to him, that you wonder if he leads in all aspects of his life. Maybe it is wrong, the direction in which your mind wanders, but you can’t stop yourself from having these thoughts. You want – no, you need – to know if he’s the kind of man who can bend in front of your pretty doe eyes, the kind that will treat you to every single one of your caprices, if he’s the kind to read your mind and respond to what you require of him. Or, on the contrary, he is the kind to remain unbothered by you, and who will make a move when he wants to, making things happen according to his will. It is too intriguing for you, and as the days go by, you keep wondering.

In crude words, could he wreck you totally if you asked him to? Could he fuck you stupid, make you a puppet at his complete mercy? Could he take the lead, turning you into his little obedient thing and getting his way?

The tricky part of this situation is that you cannot predict when these thoughts will get the best of you – the moment when you will snap, unable to be professional as Seijurō consumes all of you. There is a lot at stake here; beside your first job and your entire professional reputation, you don’t want to jeopardize your relationship to the young man. Regardless of your attraction to him, he is undeniably someone that you truly appreciate. Maybe he is just being polite, or it’s in his very nature to be so kind, in all cases, he has you completely whipped. You can’t be blame, can you?

So, every morning, as a desperate attempt to behave as ethically as possible, you repeat a mantra, forcing yourself to keep interactions professional. No matter if he is shooting you that one smile that always makes you giddy, or if he tells you that you should go home and rest and that he’ll take on the rest of the work so you’re not too tired. It doesn’t matter if he hovers over you as he looks on your screen, whiff of his expensive perfume getting to you.

No matter what, you must not cave in.

But all your resolutions are quick to go down the drains, on yet another late night working in his company – maybe the one night too much. Something is unusual, you notice as you send quick glances at him. He is awfully silent, and not out of concentration, that much you can tell. And maybe that is your mistake, when you innocently ask,

“Are you ok, Sei?”

Tired eyes look up to you, and you feel your heart skip a beat. He is incredibly beautiful, even overworked like that. He doesn’t reply to your question immediately, rather taking a minute to stand back, massaging his temple.

“Do you remember when you were studying late in the library and things were just… weird. Like you felt like shifting to whole new different universe altogether. Is that something that happened just to me?”

His words take you by surprise. You don’t feel like questioning them, but for a second, you fail to understand why he spat that just now.

“No… I think I get what you mean.” You reply after a minute of reflection.

He sighs, rolling his chair to you. You take a breath, taking in his proximity. From up close, you notice a certain loss of composure in his appearance – he is generally so well put together, maybe too much sometimes, but right now, he appears particularly vulnerable. Messy hair, rolled-up sleeves, the first buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, the mark of his watch on his naked wrist. For someone whom you’ve always seen as out of your limits, he’s for once incredibly within your reach.

“Things don’t seem real right now” he mutters.

You raise an eyebrow at him. Something is unusual and you aren’t prepared to deal with it. You stop for a second, trying to inspect the situations in search of something, anything, that will tell you what you should do with the situation. His words play in your head as a broken record, till you have a moment a clarity. If things are surreal to him at this very instant, maybe you should take the occasion to say things that you would never say if he was feeling as usual.

“Does that mean that anything that can happen right now would be absurd to you?” you ask in search of a greenlight.

He shakes his head.

“I’ll still know what’s going on, but I guess it will just feel different.”

“Right… let’s do something, then.”

“Oh? Sure thing.”

You smile, turning your chair so the both of you are face to face.

“Let’s say from that point till we leave this office, nothing will be real.”

“Nothing is real, huh?”

You nod, suddenly taking in the proximity between you two. You can see all these tiny details, the things that contribute to his beauty, heart racing as it becomes harder to contain the way you feel towards him. And it doesn’t help, when you notice his eyes going to your lips before coming back up to meet yours, a little light dancing in them.

“Well, what would you do then if nothing is real?”

These words are uttered as you feel his hands pull your chair closer, a strange look on his face. He looks intrigued, genuinely curious, yet somewhat expecting something particular.

“Do you really want to know?” you ask, voice unexpectedly small.

Then, it strikes you. It strikes you that he’s fully aware of what you want, fully understanding your intent when you’ve proposed to act like nothing is real. What did you expect, anyway? You can’t trick a man like him; he is smart, so it shouldn’t surprise you how easily he’s seen clear in your game. So here you are, likely to get the answers that you so desperately want to have.

“Come on, tell me.”

The smirk on his face is too much. Everything is too much. You hear the voice in your head yell in panic as you lean in, fluttering eyelashes as you lay your hand on his cheek, before you lay your lips on his. To your satisfaction, and to your demise in some extent, he doesn’t reject you, capturing your lips between his, soft fingers grabbing your jaw as he deepens the contact. You pull yourself as close as you can, desperate for more.

“Fuck.”

Your voice falls against his lips. You stand back for a second, looking into his eyes. From that point, you cannot go back. Months of bottled feelings are about to spill out, the simple prospect of making your wildest fantasies happen making you ridiculously wet. You move from your chair to his lap, kissing him again. His hands trail from your face to your back, before resting on your bottom. His touch is gentle and confident, making it clear that there is not an ounce of hesitation behind his moves.

“Nothing is real” you repeat against his lips.

His kisses trail down your neck and your exposed collarbones, making you whimper, feeling so vulnerable. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been waiting for this for so long, or the fact that you’ve never expected it to happen. But here you are growing impatient.

“Seijurō…”

“Yes, darling?”

The nickname makes your heart skip a beat.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” you ask pleadingly.

He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Is that what you want?”

You hum your response, not hiding the way you feel anymore. He laughs softly, visibly entertained by your neediness.

“I guessed so a long time ago. I’ve seen the way you look at me, so sweet.”

Your eyes open wide upon the realization that, despite all your efforts, you’ve still failed to hide your hunger for him. And yet, he’s shown incredible restrain all along, till this very instant, when he’s probably got a moment of weakness, indulging you. And yes, it’s wrong, awfully wrong. He is about to fuck his gorgeous co-worker in his office, in his father’s company. But he has to give it to you. He’s seen you suffer long enough, and he’s too fond of you to stop himself tonight. Besides, nothing is real.

“I won’t make you wait any longer” he mutters, lifting your body up to sit you on your office table.

You let him do his thing, as he gets on his knees, removing your heels and letting a trail of kisses on your calves up your knees.

“May I?” he asks, hands on your thighs.

“Please.”

Receiving your approval, he gently spread your legs apart, pulling your skirt up. The sight of your cute panties soiled by your arousal makes him smile, and he gives you one more look before kissing up to your aching core. The heat of your skin already drives him crazy, making him anticipate the moment he’ll have a taste of you. He pulls the fabric of your underwear aside, admiring your pretty cunt under the soft lights of your workspace. You look so delicious.

You wait, in pain, when he finally lets his fingers in your slit, separating your lips and gathering your juice. He spreads it around, before reaching up to your throbbing clitoris, teasing it gently, looking for the sweet song of your moans. You sound so adorable, so weak under his touch.

“Are you going to let me taste you, pretty girl?”

“Don’t make me wait any longer” you plead, earning a satisfied grin from him.

And like the perfect man he is, he trails his kisses up your thighs, landing one on your clitoris and watching you jump under the feeling. You feel his tongue, soft and warm, lapping and teasing, sending you to heavens in no time. You aren’t prepared for this, for being so weak under his touch; all your fantasies cannot compare to that exact moment, because while you might have rightfully guessed that he was the perfect man, you could have never predicted how it’d actually be to have him do the right things to you. You can’t keep quiet, as much as you try to, hands pulling on his red locks to burry him further between your legs.

“Seijurō, you’re gonna make me cum” you manage to let out.

And instead of replying, he gets himself deeper between your folds, picking up the perfect pace to send you other the edge. You gasp for air as a wave of immense pleasure hits you – next thing you know, he is standing in front of you, hands gently caressing your cheeks. You’ve made a mess of him; you think to yourself as you look at him. And you aren’t going to stop there. You pull him closer for kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. He smiles against your lips, appreciating your hunger for him.

He could have never expected this from you; even if he’s been aware for a while now of your attraction to him, he was far from truly grasping how much you wanted him – and how much you still do. The thought of his pretty colleague needing him so much inflames all the cells in his body, and the aching erection in his pants further demonstrate how much he’s wanted this as much as you do.

“I love your shirt” he says as his fingers find its buttons, “but you need to get rid of it.”

You giggle, helping him remove your shirt, and going to unclasp your bra yourself. As you let your breasts out, Seijurō’s breath hitches. The sight of your erected nipples, the roundness of your pretty tits, everything about you is so pretty, so appetizing.

“God, aren’t you a sight…” he whispers to himself, before taking one of your breasts in his hand.

His grip is nice, fondling you with so much composure, but the instant he grazes your nipple, he almost turns into another man. Observant eyes notice the way you keep yourself from making any sound when his thumb plays with the little bud, and he sees the way you push your chest further in his hand. It doesn’t take long for him to understand how sensitive you are to his touch, and he goes to slightly pinch your nipple, getting a cry out of your pretty lips.

“You like it, don’t you? Want me to play with your gorgeous tits, darling?”

“Yeah!”

“Are you going to ask for it?” he teases you, an amused smirk on his lips.

You furrow your brows, not expecting this from him, but you are well prepared to ask, even beg. As your lips part so you can let out your demand, he catches them in a kiss, chuckling at your confusion.

“You don’t have to ask for anything my pretty girl, I’ll do anything for you already.” He says, voice soft against you.

His mouth travels down to your other breast, tongue flicking your nipple and sucking on it. Your mouth opens, though not a single sound gets out of it. The more he goes, the more you lose yourself under his touch, the only thing making sense to you being him. Him, in his entirety – his soft hair, his half-lidded eyes, his smile.

“Sei, I really want you” you whimper.

He raises an eyebrow at you, distancing himself before unbuckling his belt. You stare, glistening eyes roaming other every parcel of skin that he divulges. He’s way beyond your expectations, surprisingly more jacked than you thought – not that you are complaining. All along, you’ve taken notice of how strong he can be, which his svelte figure would have never got you to guess. But here he is, being an absolute feist. You can’t help but gulp at the sight of the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen when he removes his underwear.

“You are so fucking beautiful Sei, it’s unfair” you blurt out your thoughts out loud.

He laughs, reaching for his bag to get a condom out, handing it to you.

“There’s nothing unfair in my opinion, you are quite a beauty yourself” he compliments you.

“Am I?”

He’s about to reply, but his answer gets caught in his throat when your hand gently grab his cock. You observe his reaction, entranced by the way he looks at you as you roll the condom down his length.

“The prettiest girl, yeah” he breathes, “and I’ll fuck her like she deserves.”

You are speechless, only able to guide him to your entrance, incapable of waiting longer. His hands go to hold your hips, guiding you to the edge of your office table as he sinks in you, papers falling off the wooden table and scattering on the floor with your clothes.

“Shit, I need these for tomorrow morning” you look at the mess you’ve made.

Seijurō turns your head toward his, kissing you.

“We’ll care about that later.”

Once he’s well settled in you, he starts to thrust; slow, languid rolls that leave you in an incommensurable state. It feels like a dream, an awfully good dream, and you quickly lose yourself in him, body getting a conscience of its own while your mind gets lost. Your sounds fall in his ears like the most beautiful song, getting some gracious moans out of him. He picks up the pace, while your legs wrap around his dainty waist, now hitting a new angle. You gasp, eyes rolling back at the divine feeling.

“God, you’re so good darling” he grunts against the skin of your neck.

You fail to reply, only small, needy cries coming out of you. You try to keep your eyes open as much as you possibly can, wanting to get as much of this spectacle as you can, but you fail miserably. And when his fingers tease your clitoris, you cling to him, feeling an unknown power taking control of your body. You clench around him, getting him to breathe heavily. Your hips roll harder against him, quite like they have a life of their own – and at this point, they basically do. You are completely engulfed by bliss, feeling your orgasm coming.

“You’re gonna cum for me again, huh? You’re so pretty when you cum” he says like he’s perfectly read your body.

And the sound of his voice, the movement of his hips, the feeling of his cock between your walls, the circles his fingers draw on your clit – all of it brings you to the edge as you cum around him, crying his name like he’s your saviour. He swears, looking at your orgasm painting itself all over your face, heart pounding in his chest like he pounds into you, chasing his own high. He finally comes, holding you tighter and closer to him. You struggle to breathe, overwhelmed by all this pleasure, and only brought back to reality when he lands a kiss on your forehead, fondly patting the top of your head.

“You did so good” he praises you.

You hold him tighter, pulling him a hug as to make the moment last longer. You slowly come back to Earth, and reality creeps back in between your sweaty bodies. You’ve had sex with your co-worker, the son of your boss, the man you’ve been fantasizing about for so long, and there’s no going back. But at the same time, you don’t want that moment to end; you’ve agreed that for as long as it lasts, nothing is real, and you don’t want to go back to a world where you’ll have to face the consequences of your actions.

Because who knows what it’ll be of you once things start being real again.

#alriiight here you go hihi #writing this was really fun #i really hope you like it <3 #knb #kuroko no basuke #akashi seijuro #knb x reader #akashi x reader #knb smut #akashi smut #knb fic

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ystrike1 · 2 years

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I Became the Daughter-In-Law of the Villain Because I'm Terminally Ill! - By 유나진 (9/10)

Two yanderes? Two yandere plotlines intertwining across two generations? Both yanderes are both genuinely loving and affectionate towards their wives? The yanderes are a matching sword swinging father/son duo? Sign me up!

Laria Rostree is a cute girl with an incurable illness that makes her cough up blood every day. She won't make it past the age of twenty. She knows this. Her parents died in an accident and the future of the Rostree family is in shambles. She knows a few things because she had a vision. Her illness can be cured if she eats a special rare fruit every day. That fruit can be found in Duke Icard's garden. Duke Icard's wife was friendly with her mother. The Duke isn't a friendly person, but he offers to take her in after her parents die. He even lets her marry his son, which doesn't make any sense. He is an ambitious man, and Laria has nothing to offer.

Her family name is worthless next to his, and her father was a drunken party animal who never did any work. The Rostree family isn't very respectable, so why on earth is he offering her his only son? The Duke knows about Laria's disease. He plans to use her as a cover wife until his son turns eighteen. Then after she dies he will be able to make his son Evan the crown prince. The other nobles are suspicious of him, and his greed, so Laria is a helpful piece of camouflage. Laria uses him too. She eats the rare Oakershiya fruit behind his back. She doesn't plan on dying. She wants to make some money and run away before her fiance grows up. This story is kind of refreshing because no one is stupid.

Duchess Mathilda was loved by everyone. The Duke was obsessed with her. He didn't let other men look at her. She lived a charmed life, and the servants of the Icard mansion spoiled her. The sunny Duchess was frail, so she died in labor. Their son, Evan, barely survived. Duke Icard wants to force his son into the position of crown prince in order to find a dark magic book. Only members of the royal family are allowed to look at it. He wants to bring his dead wife back to life.

Laria starts to make money any way she can. The world she lives in was originally a dark novel about betrayal and politics. She steals all of the original male leads ideas to make her escape fund. She's rather ruthless. She bets on horses and buys land under a fake name to prepare for her escape. She is not a passive character at all, and she's a very good liar. I understand why she wants to get away from the Icard house, but I actually pitied the Duke sometimes. He thinks his new daughter likes him, but she really just fears him enough to act cute at all times around him.

Her fiance, Evan, is a ticking time bomb. He was an emotionless doll in the original novel. No one was kind to him. His father was too busy trying to resurrect his beloved to be a parent. He's a sweet boy, but he gets attached to people easily. Laria reads with him. She chooses cute clothes for him. They eat together, and she lets him be emotionally vulnerable around her. Laria is unknowingly creating a monster. Evan is exactly like his father.

This is the original lead, Seymour. He's a plucky commoner genius. He doesn't understand how Laria keeps beating him so easily. He actually thinks she is his ideal match, because they're both shrewd business negotiators. He wants to meet her in person no matter what. His misguided crush is definitely going to piss off Evan.

This is Sven. He is the leader of an information guild. He's interested in Laria. He wants her to work with him in the future. She's willing, because she needs his help. She needs to hide her condition from the Duke, because her health is getting better. The rare Oakershiya fruit has been slowly healing her. She loyally eats it every day. Within five years she will be cured. Then she can break her political marriage and flee.

Laria also hires a fake doctor. Serena is an unscrupulous women that tells Laria to cheat on Evan as soon as she gets hired. She knows most noble marriages are a sham, and she wants Laria to be happy. The two women unite and lie to the Duke about her disease. The Duke and Evan both like Laria at this point. They're worried about her, so the bad news from the fake doctor makes them anxious. Evan is distraught pretty much all the time because of her health. (Laria...stop torturing them omg.)

His crush on Laria is growing fast. He doesn't want her to die. He doesn't want a divorce. He doesn't know about her escape plans. Poor Evan thinks his earnest wife is really willing to spend forever with him. He doesn't have any friends, and he isn't close to his mad father, so she is his everything. He tries to be sweet and wonderful for her. He wants her to love him. Their political engagement isn't just a contract to him.

Laria becomes his saviour too. Evan's sword instructor, Ludva, is abusive. He was in love with Duchess Mathilda. He berates Evan and beats him with real swords instead of practice ones because he is a coward. He has always been jealous of the Duke. Laria rushes in with the Duke to save him. It's a very touching moment, but that makes his obsession with her skyrocket. The webtoon isn't over yet, but I have seen some spoilers.

The Duke and his son are both extreme yanderes. They're practically twins.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #rec #recs #recommended #webtoon #webtoons #I Became the Daughter-In-Law of the Villain Because I'm Terminally Ill!

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slutforapsycho · 2 years

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Liar

Summary: One too many nights in between the sheets with Rafe and JJ, the second time he had to save you and a kiss or two leaves you even more confused about your feelings for the handsome blonde boy that just so happens to be your boyfriend’s partner.

mob!jj x reader x mob!rafe fluff and angst (Takes place before Worth It and Consequences. I’ll link those here when I’m finished with them.) PSA: This is my work and you do not have my permission nor do you have the right to claim it as your own. With that being said, reblogs are always appreciated. :)

WARNINGS: unconsensual touching; attempted kidnapping; mentions drugs

With JJ around a lot more these days, you had more opportunities to go out. If you needed to go to the grocery store or run some errands and Rafe wasn’t around sometimes JJ was free, so you often used that to your advantage. You were unbelievably grateful when Rafe came up with the idea one afternoon when he needed to meet with his dad. He frowned when you told him you ran out of your mood stabilizers, but immediately suggested you take JJ instead. Ever since then, when Rafe wasn’t your body guard in public, JJ was.

Today was no different. You had a few things to do and you recruited JJ to tag along. He was more than happy to oblige and didn’t even complain when you dragged him into one of your “girly stores” as the boys liked to call them.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, a man had been following you all day. He was an enemy of Rafe’s. Asher Ridic. The son of Ward’s greatest rival, Damon Ridic. Next to the Cameron’s, the Ridic empire was one of the strongest in the crime industry. The father son duo was known to be as ruthless if not more than Rafe and Ward. With that being said, they always seemed to be more reckless and, often times, quite predictable, leaving the Cameron’s with the upper hand. Today, however, wasn’t one of those days.

Asher followed you and JJ all day. Store to store, somehow blending in enough to not seem suspicious. It took all day, but he was committed. Ever since his dad caught sight of you and Rafe together, you had been their ideal target, but they never seemed to get you alone and anytime they tried to follow you guys home, they somehow always got lost. Needless to say…he wasn’t gonna lose you this time.

Eventually, you and JJ stopped to get something to eat. By the time you were done, JJ was already on his second refill, but swore he didn’t have to go to the bathroom, so you continued on to complete your other errands. You were getting ready to tell JJ this was the last store, but he piped up before you had the chance.

“Are we almost done Angel? I’m getting tired. You wore me out last night.”, he said, winking at you before adding, “Plus…I kind of have to pee now.”, he finished, laughing when you giggled, shyly, and shook your head.

“I told you to go before we left Burger King.”, you said, shoving his shoulder lightly with your own. JJ stared at you for a moment. Eyes filled with love and adoration. You never caught on, which gave him a few extra seconds to study your face before he chuckled out a reply.

“That was before I finished my second sweet tea.”, he said, heart fluttering at the sound of your laugh hitting his ears again. Oh how he loved that laugh…

“Well then it’s your lucky day. We’re heading into our last store and I know there’s a bathroom in here.”, you said, opening the door to your favorite antique shop. When you walked in, you pointed JJ in the direction of the bathroom and he made you promise to stay right in front of the door to wait for him, but it was your favorite store and something immediately caught your eye. You looked at the bathroom door before making your way over to the cute knick knacks sitting a few feet away. Besides, the shelf was only a couple steps from the men’s bathroom and JJ said he’d only be a minute.

Needless to say, after you made it to the dainty, little trinkets some more peaked your interest a few more feet away and somehow you eventually ended up on the opposite end of the shop…conveniently, where Asher was waiting to make his move. He didn’t have time to waste, so he quickly made his way over to you and pretended like he was asking you a question about the store.

“Miss, do you know where I can find some old mason jars in here? I collect them.”, he said, smiling in your face as if he wasn’t getting ready to pull a knife on you. The sudden noise startled you and made you realize how far away you were from the bathroom. You turned around to face the stranger and nervously smiled back.

“Uh, yeah. I think they’re over here.”, you said, pointing behind him to a shelf closer to the door. You started walking towards it, but then you felt something on your back and the man was suddenly whispering in your ear.

“You move and this knife is going straight in your gut. Got it?”, he said, leading you to the door as you nodded in agreement, silently cursing yourself for wandering away from the bathroom door. Rafe had always warned you that something like this might happen. That’s why he never let you leave the house alone or out of his sight for even a few moments. He had done everything he could to prevent this from happening and you knew he’d blame JJ, but this one…was on you.

Once you were out of the shop, he led you down an alleyway on the side of the building. He pushed you into the wall behind a dumpster, so that nobody would see the two of you and held the knife to your throat.

“You make a sound and your dead. Understand?”, Asher asked, to which you slowly nodded. “Good girl.”, he finished, with a strange smile on his face. Usually, you would’ve loved being called a good girl, but it felt wrong coming from his lips and not JJ or Rafe’s. More than wrong. It felt disgusting.

“I get why Rafe likes you so much. You’re a pretty little thing aren’t ya? I just might keep you for myself.”, he said, bringing the knife up to lightly slide it down your cheek. Another thing that would turn you on…if Rafe was the one holding it. You shook your head “no”, a tear slipping from your eye and whispered a reply.

“Please-“, you started, but were cut off by his knife being pressed back to your throat.

“Now, I thought you understood the directions. I’m talking, you’re listening.”, he said, digging the knife harder into your throat. You swore if you were to breathe, it would’ve drawn blood.

“Where’s that boyfriend of yours hmm? I seen his little side kick with you, but no Rafe. What kind of guy does that? Maybe if he really cared he’d make sure you were safe himself.”, he spat out, trying to get into your head, but it wasn’t going to work. His words had little to no effect on you. You knew how Rafe felt about you and some random thug wasn’t going to make you doubt that. It didn’t stop you from being scared of what this maniac was capable of, though.

“Now, how about I take you out of this alley, you tell me everything I want to know, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you live and take real good care of you. How’s that sound sweetheart?”, he asked, with a nasty and suggestive smile, but before he could continue, a different, more familiar voice interrupted him.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s gonna happen dipfuck.”, JJ said from beside the two of you. Asher quickly pulled you to the middle of the alley to face JJ with the knife on your throat. All the while JJ, just as quickly, grabbed his gun and pointed it at him. You would’ve been scared that he would accidentally shoot you if you didn’t know any better, but JJ was a perfect shot and when you seen his gun, all you felt was relief. Leave it to J to bring a gun to a knife fight…I will forever be grateful for that handsome lunatic.

Asher let out an eerie laugh and pressed the knife a little harder into your throat making JJ grit his teeth.

“You move and she’s dead Maybank. Choose wisely.”, he said, holding you tight against his chest while keeping the knife steady and firm.

“Alright, well you so much as hurt a hair on her head and YOU’RE dead. How’s that sound?”, JJ said, keeping the gun pointed directly at him. Asher just laughed again and started swaying the two of you side to side. He leaned over and kissed your cheek, which made you grimace and JJ clench his jaw.

“Honestly, I think I’m just gonna take her with me. You know what they say, finders keepers losers, well…lose.”, he said, snickering when JJ rolled his eyes.

“Good luck with that.”, he said, steadying his gun, making Asher tighten the knife. You knew there would be a mark from that one, but you also knew that he would pay for it later.

“Oh yeah, I’m so scared Maybank. I think you and I both know who has the upper hand here.”, he said, bringing his free hand up to grip your hair and yank it back. With your face tilted towards the sky, he traced your jaw with the knife and brought it to your collarbone. Unbeknownst to him though, Asher had made a mistake.

When he had shuffled you to the side, he left JJ with a clear shot of his arm. As soon as the knife was far enough away from your throat, JJ shot him twice. Once in the shoulder and once a little lower on his bicep. The knife instantly dropped from his hand and you quickly ran over to JJ, tucking yourself behind him and clinging to his shirt. He stepped back towards you, but never took his eyes off Asher. He was wounded, clutching his arm in pain, knife long forgotten about, but JJ wasn’t convinced that he wasn’t a threat anymore and he couldn’t take any chances…not with you. He grabbed your hand and lightly pulled you behind himself. Once he was to Asher’s body, JJ kicked the knife away, leaned down and put the gun to his head.

“If you ever touch her again, I’ll cut off your limbs and feed them to you one by one. Choose wisely.”, he said, mocking Asher’s previous words before straightening himself out once more and turning around to usher you to the car. Before the two of you could make it out of the alleyway, Asher laughed and made a comment back to JJ.

“Damn Maybank. Gone soft for Rafe’s girl. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s slutting herself out for the both of y-.”, but he didn’t get to finish his sentence because as soon as he heard the word “slut”, JJ seen red, stomped over to him and kicked him as hard as he could in the rib cage, no doubt breaking some bones. Asher groaned loudly and JJ leaned down to speak to him again.

“Watch your fucking mouth, cunt.”, he said, before clocking Asher across the face with the butt of his gun. That was enough to knock him unconscious, but JJ couldn’t stop there. He propped Asher up against the side of the building and started wailing on him. His head swung side to side with each punch JJ landed to his face. You watched in surprise and shock as Ashers face slowly became bloodied and bruised. It was only for a second or two, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Or talk. Or do anything. You quickly snapped out of it once you heard voices from the street. If anyone found you right now JJ would go to jail and that would be a bigger problem than it was worth, so you made your way over to him and tried to start reasoning with him.

“Um…J? I think we should go.”, you said, not too loud, but surely not a whisper. However, JJ didn’t hear you. He could barely even see, that’s how angry he was. His vision was black and his ears were ringing. This guy had just basically called you a slut. He wasn’t gonna let him get away with that. No one called his girl a slut…except him…and Rafe.

You gave JJ a few seconds to stop hitting Asher, but he never did, which made you antsy. People were bound to come down this alley eventually and you couldn’t risk anyone taking JJ away…especially for murder.

“J, come on we gotta go. It’s not worth it.”, you said a little louder, making your way over to him as you spoke. He still couldn’t hear you over the sound of Asher’s voice in his head. “She’s probably slutting herself out for the both of you.” Fucking prick.

Meanwhile, you were in full panic mode. JJ clearly wasn’t worried about getting caught right now, but that was the only thing on your mind. You couldn’t care less about Asher’s bitch ass. If you weren’t in public, you would’ve just let him beat that asshole to a pulp, but you were in public and you couldn’t risk JJ doing time for this. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“JJ stop!”, you yelled. “We need to fucking go…now!”, you said, a little quieter, but just as stern. That did the trick. JJ quickly snapped his head to look at you. You softened your gaze at the sight of his flushed face and blown out baby blues. He was so worked up all because some nobody called you a slut and you were flattered to say the least, but mostly shocked. Sure, you knew JJ cared for you, but you didn’t expect him to almost kill somebody for you. In its own sick, twisted way…it was really sweet…and kind of hot…

He pushed Asher against the dumpster, so that he would be hidden a bit better and made his way over to you. You couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t come too close and sort of looked like a kicked puppy, but you didn’t mention it.

He didn’t say anything on the way back to the car, just made sure that you were slightly in front of him the whole time so that he could ensure your safety. Once you were there, he opened your door for you and you quietly thanked him, surprised when he didn’t respond.

When JJ got in the driver’s seat, tension filled the air. You couldn’t quite describe it, but all you knew was he was being weird and it was making you uneasy. Determined to get to the bottom of it, you came up with an idea that you knew would work.

“J? What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?”, you asked, knowing the answer, but playing along with your plan. He quickly looked over at you for a second in shock, before fixing his gaze back to the road.

“Of course not. I thought you were mad at me.”, he said, confused at your question.

“Why would I be mad at you?”, you asked, wondering what was going on in his head. He’d just saved your life and you weren’t quite understanding how you could possibly be mad about that. JJ just shrugged at your question and quickly deflected it.

“You first.”, he said, not wanting to feel so vulnerable. You sighed and looked out the window.

“I mean, you asked me to stay by the bathroom and I wandered off. This one’s on me.”, you said, surprised when JJ let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, but that’s not your fault. He was probably following us for awhile and how were you supposed to know that some scumbag was stalking us all day? If anything, this one’s on me. I should’ve paid more attention.”, he said, gripping the wheel a little tighter at the thought of his carelessness.

“Is that why you thought I was mad at you? JJ you’re my personal body guard everywhere we go and I am so thankful for that. You had to pee. God forbid. Besides you saved me…again.”, you said, referring to how you and JJ met, earning a small chuckle from him that, in turn, made you smile. When you turned to look out the window again, you noticed that you were almost home, but you weren’t ready to go quite yet, so you quickly spoke up. “Hey can we stop somewhere before we go home? I’m not ready to be all cooped up again.”, you asked, looking over to him with hopeful eyes as if you didn’t already know his answer.

“Yeah yeah, sure, whatever you want.”, he said, smiling over at you when you clapped lightly in excitement. You gave him directions to a lake about 5 minutes away from the house you shared with Rafe and got out as soon as the car was in park. You rushed over to JJ’s side of the car and sent him a shy smile through the window. He shook his head and chuckled at you, before taking the keys out of the ignition.

As soon as the door was open, you were dragging him down a path by his hand, never taking time to notice the blush that crept on his face when your skin met his.

The path was steep and JJ could tell you were leading him up a hill, but when the two of you got to the top, he was shocked. From the top of the incline, you two had a perfect view of the entire lake. The sun was glistening through the trees and hitting the water, making the scene look even more ethereal. He was absolutely amazed at the sight before him, but when JJ looked over to ask you how you had found this place, his heart skipped a few beats. You were just standing there with a tender smile on your face, appreciating the beautiful scenery before you, but the only beauty he could appreciate was yours. You were perfect to him. The way your eyes sparkled as you drank in your surroundings. The way your hair was slightly messy from the wind. The way your face lit up the longer you two stood there. Damn…I knew I was into her, but I didn’t think I was in love.

When you finally looked over to him, he forgot what he wanted to say. He just couldn’t stop staring at you. He was sure he’d never seen something or someone so beautiful before. Between the view and the way you glowed at the sight of it, JJ found himself completely entranced by you. Unbeknownst to him though, his intense gaze quickly started making you nervous.

“What?”, you asked, trying to gauge the look in his eyes. JJ just smiled and shook his head, looking away from you to soak in the scenery once more. His reaction made you close the gap between the two of you and lightly shove him with a scoff.

“Whattt?”, you asked again with a little pout, but smiling when he stumbled back a bit. JJ moved closer to you until he was directly in front of you. If he had stepped any closer your chests would’ve been touching, but you wouldn’t of cared. You liked being close to JJ. It wasn’t until he moved his hand to tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear that you got nervous again and his next words didn’t help.

“You just look stunning. Especially here, ya know? You’re practically sparkling sweetheart and it’s fucking mesmerizing.”, he said, moving his hand from your hair to caress your cheek. You felt your face heat up at his words and your heart beat a little faster when he leaned closer to you.

“Wh-What are y-you doing J?”, you muttered out. Your brain was screaming at you to push him away, tell him that your relationship was purely a sexual one, but your heart wouldn’t let you tell that lie.

“Not anything you don’t want me to do Angel.”, he whispered back, slowly getting closer to your face as his eyes flicked between your own and your lips. “Tell me to stop.”, he said, challenging you in a flirty manner, but your head was too foggy to say much of anything. Once JJ’s nose was touching yours you closed your eyes and let out a sigh. The feeling of his breath on your lips almost made you lean in, but guilt started creeping it’s way inside of you, so you pressed your hands against his chest. You didn’t put in any effort to push him away, but it made him stop moving closer. He instantly dropped his spare hand to rest on your waist as he lightly rubbed circles into the skin of your cheek.

“Just tell me to stop.”, JJ huffed out, wanting more than anything to just close the distance between your lips, but he also wanted to respect you.

When you didn’t say anything and you didn’t push him away, JJ moved slightly closer to you making his lips brush across yours ever so lightly that it made your breath hitch in your throat. He gave you a few more seconds to let you turn him down before softly kissing you. You instantly moved your hands to his hair and he dropped his other hand down to hold your waist. The two of you were already familiar with each other, having kissed dozens of times, but this was different. You couldn’t put your finger on it for a second, too wrapped up in the man in front of you to think of anything else, but then it dawned on you. This was the first time that you had ever kissed JJ outside of the bedroom. The first time that you had ever kissed him without the promise of sex afterwards. It was still passionate, but it was special in a way that you couldn’t even describe. I could kiss him this way for hours, you thought, until Rafe popped into your head. He had always made it clear that the relationship between you and JJ was strictly a sexual one, but only when he was around. When you and JJ were alone, you were supposed to act like you were “just friends”. As if you hadn’t seen each other naked or done…other things a billion times.

“JJ’s not your boyfriend. No sense acting like he is. You’re mine.”, Rafe had said, before proving it to you by fucking you on the kitchen counter…and then again on the couch…and then again in front of your bedroom mirror. Needless to say, you were made completely aware of the fact that you and JJ were just supposed to be “friends with benefits”, yet here you were, breaking Rafe’s rules. As the feeling of guilt slowly crept over you, you found yourself pulling away from JJ just enough to speak to him without making your lips touch again. You kept your eyes closed and your forehead against his, voice coming out barely above a whisper.

“JJ, we can’t.”, you breathed out into the thick air that sat between the two of you. It wasn’t what you wanted, but you weren’t used to getting what you wanted anyway and it was pretty much a catch 22 in the first place. If you continued breaking the rules with JJ, you would feel like you’re betraying Rafe, but on the other hand, part of you longed to defy Rafe’s wishes, just sit in JJ’s arms for hours and get to know him better. It felt wrong to you, being in love with two men, but in some weird way, it also felt right.

“Why? I know you want me and I want you…so bad.”, he whispered back, stepping the slightest bit closer to you, so that your lips were barely touching once again. You leaned into him more and almost kissed him, but you tilted your head down so that your noses were still touching, but your lips were not.

“You know why.”, you said, softly kissing his cheek, but that just upset him, making JJ pull away from you completely. Your eyes immediately shot open to see him running his fingers through his hair and lightly shaking his head, before snapping at you.

“See that’s what I’m talking about. You’re not just lying to me and Rafe, you’re lying to yourself too.” …Ouch

“J, plea-.”, you started, but JJ quickly cut you off.

“No. Okay. Just no, Y/N. I’ve tried to understand, you know, I get it. You love Rafe. But I know what rests beneath those lies that you tell yourself to help you sleep at night. I know that you love me too. I can see it in your eyes. You might have Rafe fooled and maybe even yourself, but not me.”, he said, before turning around and walking back to the car.

You stood in shock for a few moments, dazed by the rollercoaster of emotions that you had to endure for the entire day, but you didn’t want to lose JJ so you let your feet carry you back down the path. All that you could think of on the way down was what he had said to you and it wasn’t until you reached the car that you realized something strange.

Almost getting kidnapped wasn’t nearly as scary as the thought of losing JJ over a few baseless lies. What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

Sidenote: ending sucks as always BUT I have lots of fics coming to make up for that it just might take me a little while to finish them, but they’re on the way. that includes the requests I’ve gotten <3

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aliensunflower-fics · 4 years

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Marinette The Perfect Daughter In Law: A Prompt

[ I've seen a few ‘everyone loves Marinette AU’s’ and a couple Marvel DC ‘all the mentors want THEIR kid to end up with Marinette AU’s’ and well frankly! I felt inspired! So I present to you my new prompt / AU thing! In which all the most powerful / rich / popular people in Paris decide to play matchmaker… ]

It starts when Adrien and Kagami have a less than AMICABLE break up according to their parents and the media anyway in reality it was a really REALLY dull break up. The pair have been ‘dating’ (using each other as an excuse to go out and experience normal teenage stuff) since they were 15. Now at 17 soon to be 18 the pair decided to publicly break up in order to pursue other people and interests. The problem is they never told their parents the truth so both Gabriel and Kagami’s mother Tomeo feel protective and concerned about what must surely be an upsetting first heartbreak for their child. And okay maybe both parents take that out on each other and both get a bit defensive and protective. And MAYBE it ends with Tomeo vowing to get revenge for her daughter. Enter, Marinette. Up and coming fashion designer for the rich and famous! She’s single, talented, and as far as Tomeo knows Gabriel is interested in the girl for her talent. So what better revenge could exist but having Marinette take an interest in Kagami!

Kagami has no idea why her mother suddenly has an interest in Marinette but she wont complain about having more time with her very cute designer friend. And all the outfits Tomeo is paying Marinette to make for Kagami is giving the young fencer plenty of up-close and personal moments with Marinette. And okay Marinette is VERY cute and Kagami wont question why she suddenly has all this tine with Marinette, eating ice cream with the girl and having brunch. But she knows shes absolutely head over heels when Marinette shows up at her fencing tournament gives her a luck charm and cheers her on wearing HER colors. Obviously Kagami wiped the floor with all the competition she cant be seen hesitating in front of Marinette!

On Tomeo’s side of things she makes sure that the paparazzi still lurking around after Kagami and Adrien’s breakup catch photos of what could easily be interpreted as dates between the girls. After all this is a revenge ploy but also Marinette is fantastic so Tomeo is 300% down with Kagami ‘bringing her into the family’ something she tells Kagami after the first paparazzi ‘date photos’ leak into the news. Kagami still has no idea this was an orchestrated affair and just thinks her mothers caught on to her feelings and is overjoyed that Marinette is approved of because after the cheek kiss Marinette gave her for winning the fencing tournament Kagami was preparing to fight her mother for the right to pursue the young designer seriously. After all she never hesitates!

But Tomeo never realized Gabriel isnt the only one interested in Marinette. Audrey Bourgeouis has been keeping an eye on Marinette trying to find a way to get Marinette on to her side and away from Gabriel. So when she sees the photos of Kagami and Marinette she sees an opportunity. After all if Marinette isnt exclusively into men (and those photos of her flushed cheeks as Kagami cleans ice cream off her bottom lip are a clear indication shes not) then Audrey smells opportunity. After all Marinette was Chloe’s first crush! How cute would that be! The next day Marinette is being offered yet another opportunity to intern under Audrey this time with much looser restrictions. When Marinette accepts she suddenly finds herself working with Chloe… A LOT. The pair are modeling together, often paired together for shoots in perfect complementary clothes that screams ‘opposites attract’. Chloe is also helping manage Marinette’s brand and the two start to get along very well. The model photos and their business lunches are soon plastered alongside the Kagami and Marinette outings with parisian gossip blogs finding their interest picked by this potential love triangle.

Chloe for one, was confused at first. Sure she knew her mom was interested in Marinette but she never thought SHE would be working so closely with her first crush. And Chloe tries to ignore it, after all those are dead feelings! And Marinette woud never forgive her anyway so why even- Wait. Is that Marinette in a downright gorgeous golden dress? A-and she will be posing right next to Chloe for their shared shoot? Well… Chloe always thought herself deserving of royalty and damn if Marinette aint the princess of her dreams. Sorry Adriken’s you had your chance to get the girl, but now its winner keeps all and Marinette is the only prize shes interested in. For the record Alya is freaked out by Chloe being nice, but shes more weirded out by Chloe being protective and handsy and downright shamelessly flirty with Marinette. Audrey is pleased when she hears the news and is quick to give her daughter encouragement acting as if none of this was premeditated at ALL.

Oh but they have no idea that this is just the beginning. Because guess who's moved back into town. Adrien’s favorite cousin and aunty. And Felix’s mom is quite the busybody and dammit Felix needs friends! And maybe a cute girlfriend! And oh whos that pretty girl on the magazine cover? Marinette? The one her celebrity connections have nothing but praise for? Perfect! Shes invited to lunch with Felix and herself on friday to discuss movie costumes! And oh Audrey dear dont you think Marinette would look fabulous sandwiched between TWO blondes! Felix hasnt modeled in a while but come now. So suddenly Marinette is being spotted with Felix guiding him about paris and modeling with him AND Chloe under AUDREY’s brand NOT Gabriels.

Felix thought hed really hate Marinette; he tried to ignore her he really did. But shes funny, witty and sweet. Not to mention trustworthy, so a good candidate for a business partner. And thats it, but then he has to admit hes impressed when he rolls up to a photoshoot and Chloe! The definition of brat personified is acting… Bearable. Yes, somehow Marinette has done the impossible! She has tamed the beast known as Chloe. And yes fine he will admit shes drop dead gorgeous and how intelligent of her to learn all sides of the fashion industry and boost her rep with modelling! Soon hes spending more time with her, he tries to argue he needs a guide, that shes the most bearable person to be with! That she is just a friend- Oh god. No it cant be! He sounds like-! Like ADRIEN! And Chloe already told him about THAT mess! No! Absolutely not! He will not lead on Marinette like his idiot cousin! Marinette is a rare and beautiful woman! She could be his queen! And god he has to admit it much as he loathes too Marinette’s smile is enough to make him thank every non-existent god. He will win her heart, show her that she deserves better than his brain dead cousin! Felix is sure mother will approve of his decision to pursue the girl, now he just needs to do more shoots with Marinette...

And that's what finally gets Gabriel to snap. Because REALLY Felix!? Is there no loyalty to FAMILY. Not to mention he was totally drafting a potential contract for Marinette when Audrey snapped her up the witch! But its fine! Marinette has always been interested in Adrien! Surely she still is? Surely she's not been swayed by any of her new suitors! Right? Gabriel knows he can't mess with Audrey’s contract so he goes through Adrien, freeing up his sons schedule and telling him to spend time with Marinette to help her ‘adapt’ to the harsh world of fashion and modeling. He uses Adrien’s heroic nature to make it sound like hed be saving her from Chloe and Felix. And sure enough Adrien bites, using his friendship with Chloe to worm into fittings, meetings, and photo shoots. At first hes just there to make sure Chloe and Felix arent hurting sweet Marinette. But when he sees the blondes fighting for her attention, flirting with her, posing with her in some rather romantic settings. Suddenly hes less worried and more… Jealous? No! Not him! Hes concerned, confused, suspicious! Obviously he needs to spend more time with Mari- Wait! When did Kagami get here to take Marinette to lunch! And why are they all ignoring him!!!

Now Marinette is fully in the public's eye. Gossip blogs are being fed bits of info writing up each ‘candidates’ appeal as THE romantic partner to the Marinette Dupain-Cheng paris new darling, the girl with a heart of gold too oblivious to see the trail of hearts following her around! But there is still another contender yet to enter the game! Jaggeds been away on tour teaching Luka his up and coming protege all the tricks. And lets not lie Luka has his own fans now, enough to rival all the others. Jagged sees Luka as his own son, even calling him as much! Hell hes even adopted Luka and Juleka and when I say adopted I mean Jagged literally got shared custody of the kids when their real dad tried to start trouble once Luka started gaining fame. Luka and Juleka for one love their adopted father and his wonderful fiance Penny. But back to Jagged, being Jagged.

The moment Jagged is back in Paris he's checking up on his favorite designer and hopefully future daughter in law! When… WHAT'S THIS?! All the other ritchies in Paris are playing his game! Trying to get Marinette married into THEIR families! Not rock and roll at all! He was here first! And so being Jagged he decides to make Luka’s stake in the race for Marinette’s heart clear! By spamming social media with photos of Marinette being cute with Luka, taking his measurements, going out with him, the pair babying Fang, the two passed out against each other after a long concert. And he has photos going back at least a year or two! Soon Luka’s fans pick up the hype starting a trending hashtag finding the pair cute! Jagged feels confident that hes won! When Audrey retaliates, and from there its a complete train wreck. Before long each pair has a hashtag filled with cute moments and arguing over whos dating the model / fashion designer!

Meanwhile Adrien is drowning in denial as he goes through each hashtag seething about how many MORE photos everyone else has with Marinette, when HE is her very good friend and was here first! Felix, Chloe and Kagami on the other hand have declared open war after they tried to talk to each other about the hashtags reasonably only for it to devolve into “so you agree Marinette is best with me!” - “WHAT! No! Thats not what I said! Besides she clearly is best with me!” - “Ridiculous!” And so on. Poor Luka is having an entirely different reaction hiding in shame unsure how to face Marinette because he WAS going to ask her on a proper date now that she seems over Adrien, because even with everything she's the melody playing in his heart and he had a plan! But now his mom and sister are texting him and teasing him and apparently he has MORE competition! Who do these people think they are to deserve Marinette! No! Luka won't lose Jagged has been teaching him to be bold and confident! And Marinette is worth all of his efforts! Jagged REGRETS NOTHING even if Penny confiscated the tv remote!

Marinette meanwhile has no idea what's going on because the whole class made a dumb bet on when the designer would notice with one of the bet conditions being that no one could tip Marinette off and that they have to keep her away from Paparazzi so they dont spoil it either. And sense Alya is helping manage Marinette’s social media Marinette hasn't looked at it yet so she has NO idea what's happening. But her birthday is coming up next week and Chloe definitely didn't get dibs on planning a surprise party for her all so she could spoil the girl and RUB her GREAT relationship with Marinette into her competitions FACES! The competition however (and Adrien JustAfriend Agreste) have decided that they really aren't going down without a fight!

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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hiii could you do one of tom asking your dad to marry you?? thankuuuuu

okay so I don't believe in boys having to ask the dads, because we are strong independent QUEENS and no man owns me ever, but I hope this is still okay <33

not proof read and written super quick so sorry!

summary: Tom's terrified to ask your dad a very particular question question

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“Mr Y/l/n” Tom called your dads attention from the dishwasher he was loading up. The holidays spent at your parents meant a lot of good things- but mainly food. So much so the dishwasher was almost continually on, just so you didn’t run out of crockery.

“Its Y/d/n Tom, we’ve been through this.” He was joking but with your Dad - Tom could never really tell. At heart your dad was an absolute softie, except no one really saw that except your mum and you. Always a daddies girl, Tom knew how much your dad had meant to you. He had guessed before he’d met you parents , that he would be protective.

And that he was, never frontally rude or cruel. It was more subtle - though to Tom it was very damn clear, he had his doubts. As a people pleaser, Tom didn’t like the fact he didn’t like him. Time and time again, he’d tried to prove just how much you meant to him and yet it seemed to fall on deaf ears. So three years down the line, it was safe to say he was bloody terrified. Heart-in-mouth sort of event. Tom did a lot of ‘terrifying things’: talking to massive studio heads; going on stage with thousands of people screaming; jumping out a plane even.

But no, a single conversation with your dad had his adrenaline going like nobodies business. Asking to marry you.

“You going to just stand their gawking? I hope the moviestar doesn’t make my Y/n do all the housework?”

“No sir I-of course I don’t” Stammering his way through with wide eyes, Tom practically leapt across the kitchen to the opposite side of the dishwasher to your dad. Secretly your Dad was chuckling away to himself, taking absolute delight in how terrified the ‘movie star’ was of him, but managed to keep a steely outershell. In silence, the two uunloaded the dishwasher, Tom desperately racking his brains for conversation starters.

This is what he did for a living, learnt the speech he’d spent hours preparing, then retell it. Why then, was Tom having such an issue with the script he’d arguable practiced the most? Deciding he needed a buffer, Tom went to the safe space of small talk.

“So how was the pub? Y/n said you were meeting some old friends?”

“Watched the match, bloody awful game and Wilks was crap, I don’t know why he even started.” Now this football talk was something Tom felt safe in. He had learnt as much as he could about your dads team - just so there was some mutual conversation.

“Yeh tell me about it, I caught the last half. Though the ref made so bad decisions too, that penalty never really was VAR or not.”

“Thats the most respectable thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

The next couple of minutes were spent with both men raving fanatically, letting all their anger out on the pretty subpar game this afternoon. In fact, Tom swore your dad actually laughed along with him at one point. Admittedly he’d caught himself almost immediately- but for two seconds, he had cracked it.

With the last mug placed in the cabinet, Tom was quite frankly shocked at what your dad said next. He had presumed that since it was late and everyone else was in bed, Y/d/n wouldn’t want quality time with his daughters boyfriend.

“You fancy a nightcap son?”

He’d never called Tom that either. Frankly, you dad preferred the nickname ‘moviestar’ because he knew it infuriated Tom. Made the tips of his ears flush bright red, that was Toms tell - one that your dad had noticed too early on.

Jerkily Tom nodded, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he followed the elder man to the sitting room - where he kept the scotch glasses and bottle. No sooner had the drinks been poured, that Tom practically exploded with his thoughts.

“Mr Y/l/n-sorry I mean Y/d/n I-I um I needed to ask you something.” All he got was a long sigh and a nod, encouraging him to continue. “I-uhm….”Tom scoffed, clearing his throat because all of a sudden it felt like he hadnt had a drink in 10 hours, mouth completely dry.

“Well first off-and all respect. I know I don’t have to ask you. Y/n is the most independent and strong woman and we aren’t living in the 1950s. But, well but she loves you alot.” Tom stressed that last point especially, looking up to your dads poker face. It put him off for moment.

It was just how grumpy he looked, it was bloody terrifying. Taking a big gulp of the malty liquid, Tom steeled himself once again. “ And she respects you, your opinion always matters and I’d never come between that. And Y/n, she likes her traditions right? Like the stupid hat game you all play at Christmas dinner which makes no sense to me? Or the puzzle that you don’t start till everyone’s pretty drunk and tired at 3 o’clock in the morning on christmas? So that is… uhm thats why I’m asking you.”

Again all Tom was met with was a stern gaze, once again taking another generous sip of the scotch.

“Look I know you have your doubts about me- “ That got a response, a snort of agreement from your dad as if saying ‘you think’.

“But-but I really love your daughter. She’s my whole world and I can’t imagine being without her. And I know my lifestyle probably doesn’t fit with how you imagined your daughter to have. I mean-I’m not always at home and I’m away for months but- but…. look.” Tom sighed, shifting awkwardly on the sofa to directly face your dads armchair. “When I’m homesick and tired and grouchy from filming and I get back to the hotel I facetime Y/n. Everyday. And just seeing her smile, you-you know, the really soft small one that makes her dimples pop out? One look at that smile and everythings fine. Because all I’m thinking about is seeing that smile for the rest of my life. When she finds out she’s pregnant with our kid, when we’re taking them to college. I mean even when we’re 80 and probably sick of each other- she’ll still have that little smile that puts me into this sort of stupor. I just- I love her. And I’d do anything for her, I always will, I promise you that. So-so” With a shaky breath, Tom delivered his hitline.

“This is me just letting you know that I’m going to ask her to marry me and- I really hope she says yes.”

Tom was almost out of breath, and the breath he did have was shaky, looking up desperately at the older man across from him. He watched with wide eyes as your Dad placed his glass back on the drinks table with a clink, before leaning forward and standing up from the chair. He groaned slitghtly at the movement (his knees werent what they used to be) and took the two steps forward to be stood right infront of Tom’s seat. In that moment, Tom honestly thought he was getting a punch to the jaw at the very least. Afterall, he had just pretty much demanded that he were to propose to you.

As he braced for impact, tensing all his muscles, instead what he felt was a light pat to his right shoulder. Tom trailed his eyes up your dads figure to see what he thought was a gentle smile on his face too. Though he hadn’t ever seen your Dad smile at him before, so couldn’t say for certainty.

“You’re a good kid Tom, and you make Y/n very happy. Just pull yourself together when you ask her alright son? Didn’t think moviestars got stage fright.” And with that, your dad turned his back, heading toward the doorway that lead to the stairs to the bedrooms. Stunned, it took a moment or two before Tom processed - long enough that he had to leap up and call your dads name to get him to halt in the hallway.

“So is that a yes? You’re giving me permssion?”

“Oh Tom….” Your dad sighed in the lowlight of the hallway, in a more muted voice - now they were closer to the bedrooms where both you and your mum were sleeping peacefully. “ You already said, Y/n is strong and fiercely independent. I don’t control her, heck I don’t think she’s ever listened to me and never will. But…. for the record, I hope she says yes too and… I know she will.”

Scoffing in excitement, Tom combed a hand through his scalp, feeling such a wave of relief it was almost indescribable as your dad turned and trudged up the stairs. Once he heard the door of your parents bedroom close, he couldn’t help himself. He ran back into the kitchen, where he preceded to do an excited jumpy dance thing.

Because it meant a lot. To have your dads approval, to have your dads support. That meant the world. Not only for the sake of proposing but also, everything Tom said was true. He wanted to build a family with you - which meant that man was going to be the grandparents to your kids one day. That man had helped to craft you into the person you were today - his ‘person’. His perfect angelic, sweet woman.

Whenever he felt this excited, this happy, this elated - theres only one person he wants to be with. So, after turning all the lights off and checking the doors were locked (with a very obvious spring in his step) he then hopped up the stairs. Tiptoeing around, he got ready for bed in no time, before getting to the highlight of each evening.

Delicately he crawled into bed, sliding under the covers, so as to not disturb you. Naturally though, feeling the bed dip made you turnover- hooking your legs round his and resting your head on his chest. Tom chuckled quietly at your cuteness, stroking your cheek lightly with his thumb. It was enough to rouse you awake, enough to make you acutely aware of the thundering sound from his chest. With tired eyes, you propped your chin on his breastbone looking up at him with concern.

“You alright T? Hearts really racing.” He only replied with this loopy lovesick grin, his right hand coming to cup your cheek.

“Go back to sleep darling, I’m okay.” He did look okay, but he was almost too smiley and even with a foggy sleepy brain, you were still suspicious.

“Whats going on, you’re being weird?”

“Nothing…. your dad and me just had a chat… He called me son.” That shocked you too - clearly the conversation you’d had with him about being nicer to Tom had rubbed off.

“He did?”

“He did…. you are beautiful you know?” Now he was definitely being weird. You furrowed your eyebrows, as if trying to read his mind because something odd was going on in there.

“Now you’re just being creepy. What’s up?”

Tom just leant forward to kiss your forehead, then pulled you down onto his chest.

“I just love your family and I love you, you know that?”

“Are you trying to get into my pants? Because my parents are literally in the next room.”

“Oh shut up and kiss me.”

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 3 years

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Dick and Jason’s Friend (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader)

Characters: Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: None

Request: Would you feel comfy doing Bruce Wayne/M!R where M!R is good vigilante friends w/ Dick&Jason. Then one day they take M!R to mdetBruce in the batcave after patrol & they fall head over heels for each other. Bruce is a stuttering mess & M!R is blushing AF & it's all adorably awkward tension. Eventually Dick&Jason are like "For F's sake, just go out, pls." They "force" Bruce&M!R to take a night off an go on a date & it ends cute? (Maybe teasing from Dick&Jason but they're okay w/ it?). 😬😬

“Took you long enough.” Jason commented as you finally arrived at the meeting spot they had arranged to meet you with earlier that day, ‘they’, being Jason Todd and Dick Grayson.

You had known the pair for quite a while. You met Dick when he fell out with Bruce and went off to do his own thing. He was still a teenager then, and despite you having no responsibility or reason to look out for him, you still did so anyway. You were closer to Bruce’s age, but you two had never worked together, in fact, you were almost certain Bruce had never heard of you since you were more of a myth, working outside of Gotham. You took pride in being hardly known to the public since that meant that any enemy you made would struggle to identify your weaknesses and strength, giving you the upper hand. In fact, it took several interactions with the ex Robin for him to realise you were a vigilante. Dick always kept in contact with you, though kept it lowkey on your request. He only called for your help once in the past, and that was to help Jason after his resurrection. You managed to find Jason, befriend him, and talk to him, and you kept an eye on him to make sure he was okay until he calmed down enough to talk to Bruce again. It had been a few years since then, and while you had stayed in close contact with both of them, them now being grown men, you hadn’t stepped foot into Gotham. Until now.

“Sorry I took so long. What did you need me for?” You asked them.

“Did you notice how quiet it is?” Dick commented. You hummed in agreement as you thought about it.

“Calm before the storm?” You asked.

“Exactly. Last time this happened, we got overwhelmed, so we told the old man that we would call in some favors to help just in case our theory was right.” Jason told you.

“Smart decision. Where do you need me?” You asked them. They looked at each other, before looking back at you grinning.

“Want to see the batcave?”

The boys very proudly brought you to the mansion, and while Alfred started to scorn them when he saw them with you, after a quick explanation, Alfred calmed and led you down to the batcave so you could meet the others finally. “Hey losers, here’s our backup!” Jason called, making everyone turn to you three.

“This is Y/N, he’s a vigilante from out of the city.” Dick explained shortly. “We’ve known him for a few years.”

“How long’s a few years?” Damian asked suspiciously.

“Since before you were born, squirt.” Jason told him. “He’s helped us both out in the past purely because he could. He talked me into talking with you losers again.”

“Did you meet Dick when we fell out?” Bruce spoke up, speaking directly to you.

“That’s true. Saw him wondering around getting a reputation and getting the bad type of attention, so I made sure no one with a grudge got too close.” You told Bruce. You came up to him, offering a hand to shake. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” You told him.

Dick and Jason were honestly expecting their adoptive father to be unpleased at meeting the man that was their for his sons when they went rogue on him, so when he shook your hand, and smiled? They froze. “Nice to meet you too, thank you for keeping an eye on them when they needed it.”

Alarm bells sounded in the heads of not just Dick and Jason, but Tim and Damian as well. The four quickly gathered around each other as Bruce gave you a tour and showed you the gadgets there, all of them taking periodic glances at you both. “Is… father feeling okay?” Damian asked.

“I don’t know. I was expecting him to be pissed off.” Jason told him.

“He’s never just accepted someone so fast, usually it takes months at least for him to finally cut people some slack. What if it’s a way for him to try and deduce Y/N?” Tim theorised.

“While showing him all our tech? Definitely not…” Dick commented. “He’s never acted like this before…”

“...Yes he has.” Alfred spoke up, approaching the group, getting their full attention. “If you recall, he acts like this when he as a certain soft spot for someone…”

“...You mean like Selina? Wait, are you suggesting Bruce has a crush on him?” Tim asked bewildered, and everyone stopped to look at you both, now stood to the side, talking quietly about something, but judging from your soft smile that they could see, it was rather heartfelt, probably about you looking out for the two oldest boys, and the boys remembered that Alfred was right.

“I have an idea… go along with it.” Jason told them. “Hey, we’re gonna head out on patrol and look for any signs of trouble. If we find anything we’ll let you both know.” He spoke up. Everyone quickly caught on to what the plan was.

“Yeah, it’ll be bad if things start kicking off while we’re all still in here.” Tim agreed, everyone starting to head for the exit.

“Okay, what do you need from me?” You asked them,

“You’re our backup, remember? Get comfy and make yourself at home until hell breaks loose.” Dick assured you. “Until then, maybe you two could talk about future partnerships?”

“It would be a smart decision.” Damian also added. “It would also give you both time to warm up to each other.” He then mumbled

“What was that, Damian?” Bruce asked.

“Nothing!” He called, picking up his speed till they were all out of the cave. “How long do we have to wait for them to get along?”

“They’re already getting along, it’s more of how long till they’re together. 10 bucks it’s a week.” Dick told him.

“When they do get together, Y/N is gonna be my favourite parent.” Jason joked.

“He’s already your favourite parent.”

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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panjakes · 3 years

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Runaway With Me

Parings:SunwooXblackreader

Summary:Yn and the prince have a secret relationship that has to come to an end... but not if Sunwoo can help it

You sigh as you put a few papers into a folder getting up from your chair. You walk into the Royal sitting room but not before knocking

“Come in”

You open the door walking over to the king

“Ah senator! This is my assistant Yn! She’s been with me since she was a little girl! Her father was my father’s assistant” he says patting your back

“Hello Mr.Senator” you say smiling and shaking his hand. It seems that all you do these days. Smile and shake hands of important people

“Hello Ms.Yn! My what a beautiful smile you have” he says giving you a smile

“Oh thank you! Uh sir I need you to sign these papers for me” you say handing the folder to the king

“Of course! Do you know what’s for diner?” He asks picking up his pen

“Uh I believe your favorite sir” you say to king on your heels

“Okay! I do wish you’d cook for us again your cultural food is delicious” the king says making you giggle

“Well thank you sir just let me know when and Id do it again” you say with a fake smile. Last time you cooked for the royal family you didn’t really want to but the king drop a pretty stack on your desk

“And she cooks? Yn please tell me has anybody courted you?” The senator asks

“Uh no actually. I’m always busy with work I don’t really have time” you admit

“The senator has a son around your age about two years older than you?” The king asks looking back over at the senator

“Oh yes my Hyunjae just turned 23 not to long ago! And I also have another son Juhaknyeon!” The senator says proudly

“Oh uh-“ before you finished your comment the king cuts you off

“I’ll give them your information” the king says happily

“Oh no that won’t be necessary” you say but your words fell on silent ears as the king starts to write on a paper giving it to the senator

You sigh as you take back the folder and bow before leaving. You close the door with a sigh. Why must those men be so persistent?

“Are you going to go through with it?” A voice says behind you causing you to jump. You turn around and see sunwoo. The prince.

“Go through with what sir?” You asks. He chuckles bitterly before pushing gently Against the wall.

“Are you going to let those boys Court you?” He asks

“What? Of course not” you say

“Yeah okay the only man courting you is me...now give me a kiss” he says smirking

“Sunwoo! We are in the palace!” You whisper

“I don’t care if I want to kiss my girl I’ll kiss my girl” he says still smirking. You lean up and give him a quick peck to the lips

“Really?” He asks with a raised brow

“Yes really I have work to do bye!” You say quickly running away back to your office

Ounce you reach your office you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. You and Sunwoo had been seeing each other for over a year now.

At first it was all just some fun but now you two were in a hidden relationship. Much to your choice. Sunwoo would love to have your relationship known. But he was a prince and you were a commoner. In what universe would that work?

You go and sit back at your desk and before you knew it you were lost in your work again. You didn’t even know it was late until a knock was on your door

“Yn? The king says it’s late” Kathryn, one of the servants says coming in

“Oh it is!” You say looking at the clock on your desk

“He asks if your going to the party tonight?” She asks making you sigh

“Do I really have a choice?” You sarcastically asks making her laugh

“I think we both know the Answer to that” she says closing the door. You sigh gathering your things to leave. You completely forgot about the party tonight. Good thing you bought your dress a week in advance.

You got home and did your hair and makeup. You put on your shoes and rush out the door back to the palace

You weren’t late but you should have been there a lil earlier. You wave and smile to the important people you’ve met before.

You great everyone quickly as you walk over to the king

“Good evening my king” you say curtseying

“Oh Yn you and your formalities!” He says pulling you into a hug. You groan and hug him back. You quickly curtesy to the queen and the princess

“Yn! The senators son’s will be here” the queen says. The king must have told her about earlier

“You are so lucky! They are so hot” the princess says earning a nudge from her mother

“Well I’m not really looking for marriage my queen” you say with a fake giggle

“Oh we all say that! I said the same thing! Now look at me! Married with children” she says laughing. You give a fake nervous laugh

You wish these people would understand your not interested.

“Oh here they come!!!” The princess says making you nervous

“Don’t worry Yn you look beautiful” the queen says. As if that’s what your worried about

“Good evening my king” the senator says as he and his sons now

“Senator price! How are you this evening?” He asks

“I’m well thank you! May I say this event is very nice” he says making the king chuckle

“Thanks to my lovely Yn!” The King says making you sigh

“It’s no big deal...really. I just sent out invites and got decorators and catering” you say

“And how are you this evening Ms.Yn? You look beautiful” the senator says

“Thank you Mr.price I’m doing well” you say

“These are my sons Hyunjae and Juhaknyeon. Boys this is Yn the young woman I told you about” Mr.price says

“Yes you did mention a young woman but you forgot to mention how beautiful she was” The boy named Juhaknyeon says taking your hand bringing it to his lips to kiss

If Sunwoo wasn’t running laps around your mind 25/8 this would have actually make you give an genuine smile

“Thank you!” You say

“May I please have this dance?” He asks you

“Uh no I’m sorry I don’t dance” you say giggling

“She’s lying we dance all the time” the princess says smirking your way. You glare at her as Juhaknyeon takes you to the dance floor

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen please do tell me are you with someone?” He asks

“Uh well it’s uh it’s complicated” you say as he spins you around

He spins you around just in enough time for Sunwoo to enter and see. He quickly walks over to his seat next to his sister

“Sunwoo! Your late” his mother says

“Why is Yn dancing with Juhaknyeon?” He asks ignoring his mother

“They’re cute right! He’s so going to court her” his sister says making his blood just boil.

“Everyone listen please!” The king says tapping his glass. Everyone stops what they are doing going to sit down.

Juhaknyeon sits down bringing you down on his lap. You struggle a bit trying not to make a big scene but to no avail. You gave up and say awkwardly on his lap

Sunwoo watches with jealous eyes. How dare Juhaknyeon touch his woman? And how dare you let him.

“I’d like to make an announcement! I want you all to meet some special and important...my soon to be daughter in law!” The king says smiling making everyone clap and cheer.

Just then a woman in a pink dress walked in with the biggest smile on her face.

“Daughter in law?” You whisper

“This is Hayumi! She will be marrying my son!” The king says pointing to a shocked Sunwoo. He locks eyes with you. You shake your head and get up leaving

Everyone runs up to Sunwoo congratulating him. But he wasn’t worried about that he was worried about you. Juhaknyeon noticed how upset you were and decided to follow you out the ball room

“Yn! Hey Yn! Wait!” Juhaknyeon shouts. You sigh rolling your eyes before looking back at him. You really don’t have time for this

“Are you okay! Why are you upset about the announcement?” He asks suspiciously

“It’s just...we’re bestfriends and I’m hurt that he didn’t tell me he was engaged” you say lying quickly

“Understandable my bestfriend got married and didn’t tell me. I would have been the greatest best man” he says making you laugh

“Yn! Yn!”

Sunwoo comes running out with pleading eyes causing you to roll your eyes. You didn’t want to hear it

“Yn let me explain!” He says grabbing your hand

“I’m going back to the party I’ll give you two a minute” Juhaknyeon says before turning and leaving. You wait until you hear the door close before snatching your hand away from him

“What do you want Sunwoo?” You ask bitterly

“Baby just listen! Let me explain myself”He says

“Explain what?! That your getting married to another woman?? A woman who’s not me?!” You ask bitterly

“Baby I don’t even know her! The sprung this on me to! I’m just as shocked as you!” He says grabbing your hands again

“Baby please believe me! I’ve never met that woman a day in my life. Nor do I want her! She’s not the woman for me you are” he says bringing you closer to him

“Doesn’t matter Sunwoo. Your a prince. I’m a commoner. We have no business being together.” You said stepping away from him

“Yn” is all Sunwoo says as he feels the warmth of your hand disappearing from his

“Go be with her. It’s for the best” you say walking past him back to the ballroom

“Runaway with me” Sunwoo says stopping you dead in your tracks. You turn around looking in his eyes. He was serious

“What!!?” You asks. He walks back over to you holding you in his arms

“Runaway with me. We can runaway and be together somewhere else” he says looking into your eyes

“But...you won’t be king if you-“ Sunwoo cuts you off with a passionate kiss.

“Who cares about being king if you can’t be my queen” he says holding your cheeks in both hands

“Sunwoo this is your home” you whisper

“Home is wherever you are” he says making you laugh

“You are so corny” you say making him chuckle

“What do you say?” He asks bitting his lip nervously. It was silent between you two before you spoke up

“Okay.let’s do it” you say firmly making Sunwoo smile

“Let’s do it

A week after the ball is when you two put the plan into action. You collected your last pay cheek and called in sick for a couple days. You packed light. A few clothes and shoes and Your hair supply. You were just waiting for night to fall. The whole day you were anxious.

Around 8:26 a knock was at your door. You opened it thinking it was Sunwoo but you were met with the royal guards. Your face fell and all you could think was “busted”. That was until the princess came from behind them

“Hello Ms.Yn the princess wishes to speak to you privately” one of guards say

“Uh okay come in” you tell her. She nods walking inside and you close the door behind her

“A duffel bag? Going some where Yn?” She asks

“Uh nah girl that’s just a small load of clothes” you say waving her off

“You and my brother are planning to runaway tonight aren’t you?” She asks making your jaw drop to the floor. How’d she know about your relationship? And how was she so spot on with the plan?

“Yeah last week I seen you run out the ballroom and I went after you to see if you were alright and over heard you and my brothers conversation. Never would have guess you two being together” she says giggling

“Sooyoung...please don’t tell the king and queen. I’ll just leave by myself I don’t want to get Sunwoo in trouble” you say putting your hands up in defence

“Tell? Girl please I’m not here to snitch I’m here to help” she says handing you an envelope. You slowly take it opening it seeing a bunch of money

“Sooyoung” you say but she puts her hand up with a smile

“Take it. You’ve been with this family since a little girl. You deserve happiness” she says hugging you. You smile and hug her back

“Thank you sooyoung I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you” you say pulling back from the hug

“No need to. Just write me back when I’m an auntie” she says making the both of you laugh

“Yn baby we have to go! There are hella guards outside your do-Sooyoung? Why are you here?” Sunwoo asks coming from the back door

“Just wanted to give you two a proper send off” she says smiling

“She knows” you say grabbing his hand

“I’m upset you didn’t tell me! I’m your favorite sister!” Sooyoung says punching Sunwoo in the arm making him wince

“Your my only sister” he mumbles rubbing his arm

“You two have to go before dad notices”sooyoung says wrapping her arms around him.

“I love be safe and careful” she says to him

“I love you to and I will” Sunwoo says grabbing your bag

“Take care of my brother Yn and I love you to” she says hugging you next

“I will I love you to sooyoung and thank you again” you say before joining hands with Sunwoo. You wait until sooyoung was out the door before you two ran out the back door to a loading dock

“My friends dad is sailor...he’s going to take us somewhere else” Sunwoo says kissing your forehead

“I hope this works” you mumble

“It will” Sunwoo says as you two reach the doc

“Sunwoo!!!”

“Eric!! Thank you for doing this for me man” Sunwoo says hugging the other boy

“It’s no problem bro anything for you” he says smiling then turning his attention to you

“And this must be her. Hi I’m Eric” he says shaking your hand

“Yn. Nice to meet you” you say tiredly

Just then a old man walks over to you three

“Sunwoo! How are you?” He asks hugging Sunwoo

“I’m good Sir it’s been a while” Sunwoo says smiling

“It has been now where do you need me to take you?” He asks

“Anywhere far away from here” Sunwoo says sighing

“I got you son! Is this the girl?” The man asks turning his attention to you

“Yes This is Yn. Yn this is Mr.Son he’s Eric’s dad” Sunwoo says introducing you two

“Hello sir” you say

“You have to be a special girl to have Sunwoo on a boat he’s never set foot on one of my boats ever” Mr.son says making you giggle

“I must admit I don’t like boats or water but for her I’d do it” Sunwoo says smiling. You yawn and lean into him

“My next stop is Kailua Hawaii. She should get some sleep” Mr.Son says

“Okay thank you again sir” Sunwoo says. Just then you could feel the boat moving.

“Come on baby let’s get you to a bed” Sunwoo says guiding you to a room on the ship. You sigh taking your shoes and clothes off laying in the bed

Sunwoo does the same laying next to you. He smiles grabbing you bringing you closer to him

“I love you Yn” he says making you smile tiredly

“I love you to” you say leaning in kissing his lips

“We’re going to be happy” he says

“Yeah together” you say falling into a deep sleep

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