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viaxslz · 2 months ago

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▦ ﹒ ☆ CALLING THEM BY THIER REAL NAME ⸒ 별 ꜝ ﹫

享受 ! .°. ݁₊ 𐙚 gn!reader, cw: pet names, fluff, nothing much not proofread :P

CHAN

Pet name norm: Normally you call him everything but "Christopher" baby, babe, Channie, cuddlekoala™. he’s used to being absolutely babied. So the first time you go, “Christopher, can you pass me the remote?” His entire system reboots. He blinks at you like you just called him “Mr. Bang” in a courtroom. “Christopher…?” he repeats, slowly, suspiciously. “Are you mad at me? Did I forget an anniversary? Did I leave the fridge open again? Be honest.” 100% thinks he’s in trouble. Starts checking his calendar for any missed events, already texting Jisung like “DID I MESS UP BRO.” You’re just chilling, eating chips. “No? I just felt like it.” He softens like a microwaved marshmallow. “Oh. Okay. Just checking. But also… never do that again.” Gets dramatic: “Calling me Christopher feels like you’re about to divorce me and take the kids I don’t have.” Then pouts for 30 minutes until you call him “baby” again. Suddenly his tail is wagging. “THERE we go.” Lowkey likes it, though. Won’t admit it, but the next time you call him “Christopher” by accident, he gets a little blushy. Bonus: will use it against you if he’s being sulky. “Fine. I guess Christopher isn’t worthy of cuddles tonight.” You: “…what is wrong with you.”

MINHO

Normally, you call him things like: “babe,” “honey,” “min-min,” “grumpy cat,” or something chaotic like “my little menace.” So when you suddenly go, “Minho, can you help me with this?” He freezes. Turns to you slowly, squints. “Who’s Minho. Never met him.” Immediately acts like you just signed his death certificate. “Are we breaking up? Just tell me. I can take it.” (He cannot take it.) “Minho?” he repeats, mock-offended. “What’s next, you calling me Mr. Lee?” You: “I just… felt like using your real name?” Minho: “Well I just felt like dying a little inside.” Tries to act cool and unaffected, but he’s so dramatic behind the scenes. Lays facedown on the couch like a Victorian wife who just heard her husband say “We’re out of tea.” “You’ve been watching dramas again, haven’t you? That’s what this is. You're turning on me. Betrayal. Treachery. This is my villain origin arc.” The next day, calls you by your full government name just to “restore balance.” “Sure, [Full Name], I’ll take out the trash.” Eventually admits (grudgingly, while cuddling you under a blanket burrito) that hearing his real name from you is kinda… cute. “Just don’t make it a habit. I’m used to you being annoying and clingy.” Five minutes later, you whisper “Minho” again. Him, whispering back: “That’s it. We’re fighting. Pillow war. No survivors.”

CHANGBIN

Usually you call him stuff like “binnie,” “baby,” “cutie buff guy,” or something feral like “my gym rat prince.” So when you casually go, “Seo Changbin, can you hand me the charger?” He physically flinches. “What did you just say?” He’s staring at you like you just called him a disappointment in front of his mom. Instantly thinks he’s in trouble. “Wait wait wait, did I do something? Did I breathe wrong? Are you about to lecture me?” You: “No? I just said your name?” Changbin: “My government name?? In this house??” Dramatically clutches his chest. “You only call me Seo Changbin when you’re mad, confessing to a murder, or turning into a villain.” Starts spiraling for no reason. “Is this about the snacks I hid behind the rice cooker? Because I can explain.” Then gets all sulky. “You don’t love me anymore. It’s fine. I’ll move on. Tell the boys I died bravely.” You: “Binnie—” He perks up instantly. “Yes, that’s me. I’m Binnie. Your favorite. Your small strong man.” Pretends he’s joking, but lowkey sensitive about it. Will side-eye you for the rest of the day like a kicked puppy. “You used to call me sunshine… now I’m just Changbin…” Later that night, burrows into your neck like a koala and mumbles, “Don’t say my real name unless we’re getting married or I’m winning an award. It’s scary.” Next morning you wake up to a sticky note on the fridge: “Pet names only 😤 — Binnie ❤️💪🐻”

HYUNJIN

You're normally hitting him with the extra stuff like “angel,” “pretty prince,” “Hyunie,” “dramatic swan,” or “Michelangelo reincarnated.” So when you suddenly go, “Hyunjin, can you pass me the remote?” He goes dead silent. Eyes narrow. Jaw clenches. Paintbrush stops mid-stroke. “Excuse me?” he says like you just slapped him with a Shakespearean glove. “What happened to ‘baby’? ‘Love of my life’? ‘Muse of my soul’? Am I not your walking masterpiece anymore?” You: “I just wanted to say your name.” Hyunjin: “YOU SAY MY NAME WHEN YOU’RE CRYING INTO MY ARMS DURING A MOVIE, NOT TO ASK FOR THE REMOTE.” Paces dramatically like he’s in a K-drama about to turn evil. “I should’ve known this day would come. You’ve grown tired of me.” Actually gets quiet after that. Not sad just way too in his head. “...Do I need a new nickname? Have I lost my sparkle? Is my forehead too big today?” Ten minutes later, comes back with a list. “So I brainstormed some new pet names in case ‘Hyunjin’ is your new thing. Options include: ‘my gorgeous chaos,’ ‘hot disaster,’ or just ‘🌹.’ Thoughts?” You: “Hyunie, please chill.” He immediately melts. “THERE IT IS. I forgive you. Come cuddle me.” Bonus: if you call him “Hwang Hyunjin” he’ll drop to the floor like he’s been shot. “DON’T USE MY FULL NAME UNLESS I’M GRADUATING OR GETTING ARRESTED.”

HAN

Usually, you call him things like “baby,” “sungie,” “gremlin boy,” “my tiny chaos,” or whatever weird affectionate name pops into your head at 3 a.m. So when you go, “Jisung, can you help me with this?” He turns his head so fast it’s a miracle he doesn’t sprain something. He squints at you like you just betrayed him in a Mafia game. “Who? Who’s that? Never heard of him. Sounds like a loser.” You: “It’s literally your name.” Han: “Yeah but why would you use it? Did a demon possess you?” Immediately starts being weird about it. “Jisung? What’s next? You gonna call me ‘sir’? Should I put on a suit?” Then it hits him. He gasps. “Wait. Are we roleplaying? Is this serious? Do I need a fake backstory? I’m ready. I’m a barista who secretly writes music and you’re my mysterious customer with a tragic past.” You: “I just wanted the scissors.” Han: “Oh. Right.” Pretends he’s fine but keeps dramatically sighing and dropping hints. “Remember when you used to call me your little peanut butter cup? Good times.” Later you call him “babe” like normal and he immediately clings to you like a koala. “Thank god. I thought we were over. I was already writing a breakup mixtape in my head.” But now that you know it messes with his head, you start using “Jisung” just to be chaotic. He falls for it every time. One serious "Jisung" and he’s spiraling again. “What did I do now? I swear I didn’t eat your leftovers. That was Seungmin. Probably. Maybe.” Bonus: If you ever hit him with “Han Jisung,” he will crawl under the blanket and refuse to come out. “I’m not coming out until you say ‘gremlin baby boy of my heart’ again.” “You’re weird.”

FELIX

Normally, you call him sweet things like “Lixie,” “baby,” “sunshine,” “my little brownie,” or “deep-voiced angel from heaven.” So when you go, “Yongbok, can you grab my water bottle?” He freezes mid-step like someone just paused his simulation. Turns around slowly with those wide sparkly eyes “Did you just... call me Yongbok?” You: “Yeah?” Felix: “Did I do something wrong? Are you about to fight me? Should I sit down?” Genuinely concerned because no one uses his birth name unless it’s a government form, a relative, or someone trying to guilt trip him with childhood stories. Dramatically puts a hand on his chest “Are you mad at me? Was the hug I gave you earlier not good enough? Do you want a new hug? A deluxe hug?” You: “Felix, I’m literally just dehydrated.” Felix: “Then why are you dehydrating our relationship with this sudden formality?” He walks away muttering “Yongbok… unbelievable…” like you just told him Santa isn't real. Later shows up with your water bottle, two cookies, and a sticker he found “In case you’re mad at me. Even though I don’t know why. But I forgive you.” You: “I’m not mad, I swear.” Felix: “You called me Yongbok. I’ve been emotionally compromised.” The moment you go back to calling him “Lixie,” he lights up like a Christmas tree “There she is. My favorite person. I missed you. Please never disappear again.” Bonus: you try it again the next day just to mess with him. He clutches your arm dramatically “If you say Yongbok one more time, I’m changing your contact name to Tax Collector.”

SEUNGMIN

Usually you call him “minnie,” “puppy,” “smartass,” “grumpy cutie,” or “my favorite hater” depending on the mood. So when you hit him with a straight-faced “Kim Seungmin, can you pass me the charger?” He doesn’t even look up. Just goes, “Who died?” You: “What?” Seungmin: “You’re using my full name like we’re in court and I’m about to be sentenced. What happened. Be honest.” You: “Nothing happened, I just used your name?” Seungmin: “Okay. Well I’m scared now. And slightly offended.” Side-eyes you for a full ten minutes like you insulted his entire bloodline. “First of all, only my mom and my enemies call me Kim Seungmin. Which one are you trying to be right now.” Acts cool but he’s definitely being petty about it. “Sure. Here’s your charger, [Full Name]. Would you like anything else, ma’am?” Pretends he’s fine but starts purposely avoiding your pet names just to throw you off. “Okay, y/n. Cool shirt, y/n. Want some water, y/n?” You: “Are you okay?” Seungmin: “I was until I got government named in my own home.” Eventually you break and call him “puppy” again. He smiles, victorious, smug as hell “That’s what I thought. Now come cuddle me or I’ll start calling you by your email username.” Bonus: next time you say “Kim Seungmin,” he responds with “Present,” like he’s taking attendance “Kim Seungmin?” “Here. Emotionally wounded, but physically present.”

JEONGIN

Normally you call him stuff like “innie,” “baby,” “cutie,” or something unhinged like “my little menace in a hoodie” So when you go, “Yang Jeongin, can you help me with this?” He blinks at you like you just threatened him. “Excuse me. I know you didn’t just first-middle-last name me with your eyes like that.” You: “That’s literally just your name” Jeongin: “That’s a form of violence and I’m calling the authorities” Immediately grabs his phone “Hello, yes, I’d like to report emotional damage. Cause? My partner called me by my birth certificate name with no warning.” Stares at you in disbelief. “What happened to ‘baby’? What happened to ‘my sweet Innie who I adore more than anything’?” Starts dramatically narrating his downfall. “It all started on a rainy Tuesday when she called me Yang Jeongin. My world was never the same.” You: “You’re so dramatic.”Jeongin: “You’re so heartless.” Tries to pretend he’s joking but secretly keeps checking if you’re mad at him for real. “You’re not breaking up with me, right? Because if you are I need at least a week’s notice so I can emotionally prepare and eat ten tubs of ice cream.” You laugh and call him “innie” again. He instantly grins like a puppy and tackles you into a hug. “Okay good. I forgive you. But don’t ever scare me like that again. My heart is fragile.” Bonus: if you call him “Yang Jeongin” again just to mess with him, he’ll start responding with “Yes, [ Full Name], do you need assistance?” and bow like a waiter at a fancy restaurant

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scarletmika · 2 months ago

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Stay With Me : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/Sentry x Ex-Widow!Reader

Summary: Bob wants to feel useful, to truly be part of the team, but the others don't think he's ready. You take it upon yourself to teach him control, to guide him through. But mistakes will be made, and it might not be possible to keep the darkness from creeping back in once more.

Warnings: fluff, angst, idiots in love, violence, death, language, SPOILERS I guess for Thunderbolts*

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“I really don’t think this is a good idea,”

To be fair, Yelena Belova had every right to be apprehensive of your idea. It had only been a few months since The New Avengers had been formally established, and the team itself was still finding its groove working together. Standing up to Valentina and saving Bob from himself? That was one thing. Receiving missions from Valentina’s team, having to travel the globe in order to save innocent civilians? That was a whole other can of worms that they’d popped open without thinking of the consequences.

The amount of missions the team was needed on was slowly ramping up, going from just two a month to now almost four in just the last month. The entire team wasn’t always needed for certain mission: Bucky, Yelena and yourself had been sent on solo missions, while Alexei had tagged along with John and Ava on others (much to their dismay at times). There was always one agreed-upon rule: Bob was staying in the Watchtower.

It’s not that the team didn’t want Bob with them, because everyone did. They knew he wanted to feel wanted and feel useful, that he didn’t want to simply do the dishes after dinner every night and read through every book that had accumulated in his room. The problem came down to control. When they had fully explained what had happened that day in New York to him, the Void and how he became his worst fears, the small sense of control he seemed to have over his powers had slipped. His worst fear had quickly become losing control once again and hurting his team, hurting the people of the city.

You, though, had another idea.

“I think it’s time, Lena,” you tried to reason with her that night in the kitchen, the pair of you working on the load of dirty dishes together. Yelena cleaned while you dried them and put them away, working in tandem just as you had for many years within the Red Room, memories you both wanted to forget. “Bob is capable of controlling it, I know he is, he just needs help. Just let me train him, show him some basics and help him find that sense of control again.”

“And if he loses control? If the Void takes over his mind again?”

“I’m not scared of him,”

Yelena scoffed, shooting a smirk toward her oldest friend before focusing back on the dishes before them, hoping to finish them sooner rather than later.

“Just because you have a little soft spot for Bob doesn’t mean your idea is the best idea,”

“I’m not asking any of you to help me,” you shot back, bumping your hip against hers with a pointed look for her comment about your soft spot for Bob. “Just trust that I can do it. I believe in Bob, and that’s enough for me to try.”

Yelena paused at the sink, quietly watching as you placed the dishes up into the cabinet where they typically went, and let out a sigh, shaking her head.

“Fine, but it’s on you if it goes wrong,”

“Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Convincing Yelena was the part that you knew would be easy. You’d grown up just houses down from her, Natasha and Alexei, kept there under the watchful eye of your own Red Room spy posing as your mother. You’d escaped America with them, been trained through the Red Room and escaped mind control with Yelena by your side, and brought down Dreykov once and for all with her, too. There weren’t many people Yelena trusted in the world, but you were one of the very few. You knew it might take slight convincing, but she’d ultimately trust your judgement in the end.

Now, convincing Bob was a whole other story, one you knew wouldn’t be easy.

“No uh, no way,” you sighed, watching Bob pace his bedroom and wring his hands together. He glanced at you for just a second before shaking his hand again. “Using my powers means being the Sentry and I can’t be the Sentry without…you know…”

“And it’s been months since there’s been any incident, Bob,” you tried to explain to him softly. Without giving him a chance to pull away you reached forward, silently taking his tense hands in your own and squeezing them. “Look, you’re holding my hands and I’m not being transported into any shame room!”

Bob tried his best to laugh at your attempt to lighten his mood. His cheeks flushed a bright red as he pulled his hands from your own, shaking his head as he sat back down on his bed, picking back up the book he had been reading before you’d come in and pitched your idea to him.

You took a deep breath, wracking your brain for any idea to hopefully convince Bob that this was good for him, that learning control again would be good. The cover of the book in his hands distracted you, a smile crossing your lips in an instant as you recognized it.

“I remember buying that for you last month, along with the rest of the series,” you told him gently, sitting down on the bed beside him and gesturing to the book. “Seems like you’re enjoying it, since I’m pretty sure that’s book three.”

“It’s not bad. Helps pass the time,” Bob shrugged, looking back to you with a shy smile. “You have good taste.”

With a shared smile between you both, you bumped your shoulder with his lightly, glancing down at the book before looking back to his eyes. God, were you fond of those blue eyes.

“You trusted my book recommendations…can you trust me on anything else?”

Bob didn’t hesitate before speaking again.

“I trust you more than anyone,”

The way he said it, so sure of himself, made your smile grow even wider.

“Then trust me when I tell you that this could be good for you. Learning control again will help you, even just the smallest bit of practice and control can be good for you. Please, just try? For me?”

It was quiet between you both for a moment, eyes never leaving one another, before Bob’s voice came out softer than it had before.

“Yeah…yeah, okay. Let’s try,”

It was a process…a long process to say the least. It took almost two weeks before you could even get Bob fully comfortable in the full gym that tower had for him to even consider channeling his powers again. He never liked going to the training room when John and Alexei were there, Walker always managing to make snide comments toward Bob. You knew Walker cared, he just hated wearing it on his sleeve and masked it instead, but that didn’t mean you appreciated the small remarks.

Instead, you’d gotten Bob comfortable with heading to the training room whenever Bucky and Ava were sparring, the pair tending to leave you both alone unlike your other friends.

“I know you can do it. Just focus on it, channel your energy into it, and command your mind to do what you want it to do,”

You didn’t have an extension range of powers the way that Bob did, so you weren’t entirely sure that what you were instructing Bob to do was actually helpful to helping him learn control, or even get comfortable with his powers again. But he was trying, and that was enough for you.

Bob took a deep breath beside you, focusing in on the 20 pound medicine ball on the ground across the room from the two of you. He held his hand out, making your mind flashback to that day in the tower when you were forced to fight against him, something you had refused to do, and you saw the furrow in his brows as he tried to focus in and command the ball to move. There was silence in the room, besides the sound of Ava and Bucky talking across the room.

You watched Bob in silence as he seemed to grow more frustrated, desperately trying to move the ball across the room toward you both. You placed your hand on his arm, thumb gently rubbing across his skin in the most gentle and comforting way you could muster, tone hushed as you spoke just to him.

“You can do this Bob, just focus. You can do it,”

The tenseness in his body seemed to leave him at your words and your touch. Bob pulled his hand back in toward him, and for just a second, he was delighted as the weighted exercise ball finally moved across the floor.

Until it stopped just an inch after moving.

Bob’s head was buried in his hands in seconds, and you could see the deep flush in his cheeks through the cracks in his fingers as he mumbled to himself. You couldn’t entirely hear him, but you could make out the words “mistake” and “useless” clear as day as your hand made its way to his back, rubbing it comfortingly.

John Walker’s obnoxious laughter from the doorway cut through the silence of the room before you could encourage Bob to try again.

“Wow! I thought after a few weeks you’d have his control and powers in better shape there, Widow,” John whistled, stepping slightly further in through the doorway. You could hear Ava mumbling to Bucky about how this wouldn’t but good, but John didn’t seem to care. “I mean an inch! Wow! I mean hey, it’s not all about size right?”

“Walker, that’s enough-”

You tuned out Bucky’s scolding of John, looking back to Bob. His hands had left his face, his eyes trained on the ground, as he continued to mumble to himself about how he was useless. Your blood boiled in an instant, reaching down to take one of Bob’s hands in your own and squeeze it in comfort as you turned your glare back to John.

“Hey Walker? How about you shut it, yeah? If I wanted to hear an ass’s opinion I’d take myself down to the zoo and ask the fucking donkeys,”

John laughed again, shrugging off Bucky as he tried to place a hand on his shoulder, pointing over at you. Your hand tightened around Bob’s as he did.

“Want to say that again, Widow?”

“Ex-Widow, thank you very much. You should remember that your dick belongs in your pants and not in your personality,”

“Keep running your mouth. This little experiment here of yours isn’t good for anyone. Just because you’ve got a little soft spot for Bobby boy here doesn’t mean-”

Walker was cut off as the medicine ball Bob had been trying to move was flung across the room, narrowly missing his head and embedding itself in the doorframe behind him, shattering and splintering the wood and burying itself in the wall. Ava’s gasp was the only other sound as Bucky grabbed Walker almost by the back of his neck, shoving him out of the room with a gruff comment of “let’s go” as Ava followed behind.

Your eyes finally left the piece of exercise equipment now one with the wall of the room, gaze turning back to Bob. His hand was held up in the direction the ball had flown, but it was shaking slightly. You trailed your gaze up to his eyes to see he was already looking down at you, eyes blown wide as she stammered over his words.

“I wasn’t, that- that was a mistake. I didn’t- I really didn’t mean to do that he was, he was just- he’s such an asshole sometimes-”

Your laughter cut him off, pausing him in the middle of his tracks as you gripped his hand tighter, forehead falling against his shoulder as he stiffened for a moment, before relaxing and smiling slightly at the sound of your laughter ringing through the room.

“Oh my god, Bob, that was brilliant! I’m going to use that idea next time Walker decides to be a dick to mask his own troubles, that shut him right up!”

“I didn’t mean to, though,” he quickly backtracked, shaking his head as you lifted your head, looking up at him, though still holding his hand tightly. “It was a mistake.”

“Mistakes happen. We’re human, it’s natural,” she smiled at him, tilting her head toward the ball. “Now…do it again.”

Bob stared at her for a moment, truly trying to discern what he possibly could’ve done to deserve you. You’d stepped between him and Walker down in the vault, keeping the former Captain America from laying a hand on him, you’d almost died in the elevator shaft to make sure he didn’t. You’d refused to fight him that day in the penthouse, trying to bring him back, and it was ultimately you who was the first one to run to him and pull him back from the Void.

When he looked at you, he could feel the flutter in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time. He knew what it meant, but he couldn’t find the words to say it. It was in thinking of that four letter word while staring down at you that he’d pulled the ball right back to the two of you, letting it hang in the air before you both for a moment before dropping it to the ground.

Your eyes had never left his, your smile only growing wider and your fingers slotting between his own.

“Not bad, Bob. Not bad,”

It was a month later that your idea would be fully put to the test.

HYDRA was the most stubborn organization, like an insect that just refused to die. Steve Rogers couldn’t stop them in the 40’s, and there was no stopping them now. They’d rebuilt momentum as an organization during the Blip, with cells popping up around the country. It didn’t take long for information to come in about their new main base; an underground compound hidden within the Five Ponds Wilderness in upstate New York. The New Avengers had been tasked with infiltrating and dismantling the base, taking in as many soldiers within for questioning by the US government, and recovering any intel that they’d managed to steal during their rebuild time.

It was an all hands on deck operation, the team knowing it was going to take all of them in order to fully infiltrate and dismantle this large base. In your eyes, that meant no one was sitting this one out.

“You guys handle dismantling and capturing soldiers. I’ll handle intel recovery…and I’m taking Bob with me,”

The comment had everyone at the briefing table pausing, including Bob, who had opted to sit in the corner of the room after you had asked him personally to attend the briefing with you.

John refused to meet your eyes, knowing his single apology weeks ago wasn’t enough to calm how angry you still were over the situation. Alexei and Ava shared concerned glances, while Bucky and Yelena seemed to have a conversation entirely with their eyes. The former Winter Soldier was the one to turn back to you, giving you a small nod.

“He’s ready?”

“I think he is,” you trailed your gaze over to Bob, giving him an encouraging smile. “The question is, do you think you’re ready?”

Bob looked at his teammates, his friends, seeing the apprehension in their eyes. But all it took was one look back to you, to the pride and encouragement shining in your gaze on him, that had him sitting up straighter.

“I am,”

It was that simple sentence that had Bob finding himself trekking through the wilderness of upstate New York behind you, decked out in a minimal tactical suit that the team had insisted he wear for the mission. He didn’t mind it, anything was better than that monstrosity that Valentina had put him in before.

“Is this normal?” Bob cautiously questioned you, stopping alongside you in a clearing in the woods you’d finally gotten to. “You know…splitting up? The team all uh, went another way didn’t they?”

“Our mission is intel recovery and intel recovery only, so it was easier for us to head through this separate entrance,” you explained, kneeling down in the leaves below your feet and brushing them away, revealing the steel door below your feet. You glanced up at him, smiling. “This should bring us closer to their control room, which minimizes the amount of fighting that we have to deal with.”

Both of you finally making your way through the hatch and down into the halls of the, Bob stuck close to your side as you guided him through the halls, earpieces in your ears alerting you to updates from the rest of the team. The hallways blinked in the emergency red lights you knew would be going off, signaling that the base was in lockdown mode. That meant your friends were doing their job further down the compound.

You’d briefed Bob on the mission on the very short jet ride to upstate. Taking the separate entrance would mean minimal fighting for both of you, which you wanted for Bob. You wanted to ease him into missions like this, especially when he was afraid to fully unleash his powers and be ‘The Sentry’ in fear of losing himself. You found a middle ground, instructing Bob that you would handle the majority of anyone you came across as well as the intel dump to your central computers back at the Watchtower. All he had to do was watch your back for stragglers.

With the compound in lockdown, most of the HYDRA agents had been pulled to the main fight. Using the tech embedded into your suit, you did a quick scan through the control room door, highlighting the agents that were inside.

“Just follow my lead and watch my back,” you mumbled to Bob, hand on the door of the control room, glancing back at him with a small smile. “You’ve got this.”

Within seconds of throwing the control room door open you were inside, launching yourself over the row of computers, legs spread as you took down two agents simultaneously with kicks directly into their throats. You ducked under another row of tables as shots rang out from the gun of another agent, propelling yourself up and above the table toward him. His gun tracked your movements, shots ringing through your ears, but the bullets hovered in place. Bob was barely through the doorway, one hand stopping the bullets from touching you while another held off the agent rushing toward him with ease.

In the signature move you’d learned from Natasha herself, your thighs enclosed around the neck of the agent shooting at you, twisting your body until you were both thrown to the ground, With another single twist of your legs you heard a crack, quickly scrambling back to your feet.

With one agent dead and two down you glanced to Bob, who was entirely fine holding back the agent that was struggling against his powers to get to him. Kicking the chairs before you out of the way, you quickly inserted the USB into the main computer drive, initiating the sequence to download any intel that HYDRA was harboring in the compound.

Bob was simply staring at the man in front of him, head tilted as the agent struggled against his mental hold on him that held him in place. Realizing that he needed to be focusing on watching your back instead of messing with the agent, Bob quickly threw him across the room, the agent’s head hitting a wall and knocking him out almost immediately. Bob smiled to himself for just a moment at the sight; he felt bad for hurting anyone, even if these people were bad people that needed to be stopped. But to have this kind of control over his powers was a miracle to him, something he didn’t believe was possible. And he owed everything to you-

“BOB!”

He frantically turned, seeing one of the agents back on his feet, hand wrapped around your throat and body pressed against the row of computers before them. He could hear your choked coughs from across the room, your feet pushing against the man’s chest in a desperate hope to knock him off of you. It was to no avail, though, as the agent lifted his other hand with some sort of device encased in it. The HYDRA agent pressed the button on top of the device, the entire body of it lighting up red in seconds.

“NO!”

You sucked in a deep breath as the agent’s hand was ripped from your throat in seconds, your own hands flying to your throat as you tried to regain control of your surroundings. Bob with a single flick of the wrist dragged the man aross the room, launching him into the wall opposite you at the speed of light, a sickening crack sounding through the room.

Your eyes locked with Bob’s for just a second before you both looked to the beeping, red device at your feet. Without a moment’s hesitation, Bob flew across the room in what seemed like a blink, grabbing hold of the device and launching it across the room toward the door where you had entered. In the next second he turned, covering your body with his own as he pulled you both to the ground just as the device containing a high powered bomb exploded.

In an instant your hands covered your ears, feeling the rush of heat from the blast and pieces of debris rush past you and Bob. He body stayed crouched over yours, keeping anything from the blast from hitting you. It seemed to go on for what felt like forever until all that was left was the smell of smoke and gunpowder in the air and the faint crackle of electricity from destroyed wires.

After another moment to recover, you crawled out from Bob’s arms, quickly turning to the harddrive behind you to pocket the USB and whatever intel you were able to download before the explosion. You turned back to the area of the blast, and felt your breath leave you at the sight.

The entire wall that connected to the main hallway was gone, the ceiling having come down on top of it as well, almost splitting the room into almost half of the size it had been when you had first entered and encountered the agents. Wires were exposed within the ceiling, pipes leaking down into the room as small fires burned in the explosion area of the rubble.

“Widow, Bob, answer us!” fully coming back to your senses, you could hear John’s voice through the earpiece in your ear. “We heard an explosion, does one of you copy?”

“One of the agent’s had a bomb, but we’re both fine,” you called back to the team, still breathing heavily as you surveyed the damage before you. “The room…not so much.”

“Did you get the intel-”

“That’s not important,” Yelena’s voice cut off John’s, and you could hear the concern within it. “What’s wrong with the room?”

“My best guess is we’re trapped now, given that an entire wall and half the ceiling was just blown out,” you relayed back to them. “We’re underground so I really don’t want to think about being trapped within a concrete room with what I can only assume is a limited amount of oxygen, so if the three super soldiers on this team could hurry their asses over here and help dig us out sooner rather than later we’d appreciate it.”

“Stay put, we’re on our way,”

“Stay put, as if we can go anywhere,” you mumbled to yourself, tearing the earpiece from your ear and pocketing it, ears still ringing slightly from the blast. “Bob, you okay?”

Your eyes stayed trained on the debris before you even as you asked the question. After a moment of no response you glanced to the side at one of the only walls that wasn’t destroyed, freezing in place at the sight of a black tendril like shadow crawling across the wall.

“I made a mistake…it’s my fault…”

Turning fully, it felt like ice had suddenly run through your veins at the sight before you.

Bob was on his knees on the ground, eyes trained on the floor, but he was barely Bob anymore. Half of his face, of the face of the beautiful, broken boy you’d fallen so irrevocably in love with over the last few months was still visible. The rest of him was bathed in shadows, tendrils of it seeping out through the floor and into the walls, as the Void slowly took him over.

“Bob…” your voice was low, cautious, as you took a single hesitant step back.

He looked up at you at he sound of your voice. One single blue eye remained, tears welling in it and streaming down his face, in contrast to the shadow and pinpoint dot that covered the other half of his face. He spoke like himself, but almost like there were two of him, a low and gruff second voice of his layered over it.

“It’s my fault. It shouldn’t have happened I- I made a mistake. I could’ve hurt you, I could’ve got you killed,” his voice broke for a second, a sob almost seeping out of him as the shadows took more of what was left of him away. “I’m useless. All I do is make mistakes, all I do is make everything worse.You shouldn’t have brought me, I wasn’t ready. I- I can’t hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

“You protected me,” you tried to explain to him, voice soft as you crouched down, bringing yourself down to his level as you held out your hands toward him. “You saved me. You didn’t make a mistake, Bob, neither of us knew he had a bomb. You did everything you could. Please just…just listen. Just come back to me.”

He stared at you, one blue eyes and one pinpoint eye, but your words seemed to go in one ear and out the other. The shadows still crept in.

“I’m better off dead. If I’m dead I…I can’t hurt you. I won’t hurt you,”

The shadows crept in again, that blue eye full of tears barely left to look at you, as the Void was seconds from swallowing him whole once again.

Panic filled you in that instance, at the thought of losing him, and you lunged forward. Your knees dropping to the ground in front of him as you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck as you cried, letting the shadows consume you as well.

“Don’t leave me…please don’t leave me,”

It could’ve been minutes, it felt like hours, but in reality it had only been seconds before your eyes opened once more. There were arms wrapped around your waist as your brain caught up with you that you were still with Bob. You flung back, prying your head from the crook of his neck as you pulled back to look at him, just as he looked back at you with a similar look of confusion.

One hand came up to cup his cheek, overwhelmed to simply see his face unmarked by shadows. His eyes trailed over your face before they flickered around the room, face contorting in confusion.

“This…this isn’t one of my shame rooms,”

You followed his gaze, breath catching in your throat automatically as you took in the room. The grand pillars in front of the staircase, the white and black tiled floor beneath your feet, the dim lighting you knew all too well.

The Red Room.

“No…it’s one of mine,”

Bob’s hand around your waist tightened at the sound of heels against the floor behind you. His hand never left you, and your’s never left him as you both turned to face the scene before you.

You were so young, only 9. You stood to the side of the room, still in your ballet flats and hair slicked back impeccably. You recognized the woman in heels, of course you did she’d been your instructor since you were barely old enough to be molded into one of their assassins. She came to a stop before you, glaring down at you. God, you were just a child.

“You were given simple instructions,” her shrill voice cut through the air as you tightened your hold around Bob at the sound. “A simple task. You have been a perfect student…only to fail now.”

“I’m sorry, mistress,”

“There are no apologies here,” her voice cut in again. “Only consequences.”

Two burly men entered the room, holding the arms of a body not much bigger than your own at the time. They tore the sack upon the child’s head off, revealing her face: Polina. You’d grown up together, progressed through every challenge together. Besides Yelena…she’d been the closest thing to a best friend you could have in a place like this.

Bob’s own hands on your waist tightened as the mistress pulled out a revolver from the waistband of her skirt, loading a single bullet into the chamber. Her gaze flickered back to your young 9-year-old self, glare harsher than it was before as she saw your eyes were closed. “Open your eyes, and accept your consequence.”

A single tear made its way down your cheek as this young version of you did as she was asked, holding back her own tears as she looked into the eyes of your friend, just as the mistress’s bullet pierced her skull.

“What…what happened?”

“Simple…I made a mistake,” was the only response you could muster back to Bob. You pulled your gaze from the bloody scene before you, turning back to the man you loved as he watched you. Shaky hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs gliding over his skin as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “Bob…we all have regrets. We all wish we could’ve done things differently. We all make mistakes, whether we want to or not, but it just means we’re human. We are not the sum of all of our mistakes, but what we choose to do differently because of them.”

Bob leaned into your soft touch, his eyes never leaving yours. He shook his head, choking on his own words as he tried to find the words to say.

“All I’ve done is cause you pain…cause everyone pain, because I keep- I keep making mistakes. I don’t know how to fix it,”

You thought about the next thing to say, what you could possibly say to get through to him, but words no longer seemed to do the trick. Instead, your hands held tight to his face as you surged forward, molding your lips to his own.

In a single kiss, you tried to convey every single thing that you needed him to feel. The way that you had cared about him from the moment you’d laid eyes on him, that one single look into his blue eyes had forever held him a place in your heart before you even realized he was the one occupying it. That in your eyes, he could do no wrong, that there was no mistake he could make that would make you love him any less. That you would walk through fire, cross any ocean, or throw yourself into the void of his own mind if that’s what it took to bring him back to you. The press of your lips against his own, the hesitant reciprocation back from him as he tried to navigate this new territory, his hands gripped onto your waist in hopes to ground himself in the moment, you tried desperately to ensure that he knew everything you needed him to know in that moment.

You pulled away, eyes closed as you felt him lean back into you, chasing after the feeling of your lips on his. Your nose brushed against his, hand moving from his cheek to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair.

“Just stay with me. That’s all I need…just stay with me,”

When you finally opened your eyes, you were back in the debris-covered room of the destroyed compound, still kneeling on the floor. You could hear the sound of your friends from beyond the debris, calling out for you as they tried to move the debris before them to get to you both.

All that mattered was the man still wrapped in your arms, shadows faded away as if they’d never appeared to begin with, leaving behind those beautiful blue eyes that shone brightly with one thing only: love.

“Always,”

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c0ffeejelly1 · 10 months ago

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When you don’t say I love you back.

Multiple characters headcannon

Authors note: this is not spelling checked, grammar checked, punctuation checked so don’t come at me. I’m lazy.

Warnings: NSFW Content (kinda)

“Shit..babe!” He boomed to you across from the empty kitchen cabinet, before closing it to quickly put on some slides.

“I’ve gotta head out to the shop down the road for a quick minute, we’re outta snacks to eat with the movie.”

“Oh okay, see you later then, and don’t worry I won’t start the film without you..”

“You better not. Anyways bye, I love you.”

“Yeah.”

The type to walk back in and question it

He didn’t notice that you didn’t reply to him until he had closed the door behind him. That’s when it came to him.

Immediately after the door shut, he ripped it wide open again a confused and offended look on his face, as he stared down at you on the couch. “Babe.”

You turned to face him, an innocent expression painting your features. “Yeah? You forget something?”

“I think you’re the one forgetting something..” You glance around faking a puzzled look before returning your gaze to him,

“No...I don’t think I did. What are you talking about?” He was now crossing his arms at you, a disappointed look on his face.

“Y/N.” Yikes, he’s going first name bases with you; he was not playing around. It was a little funny to watch him react like this though, because you could see the small pout on his face despite the scowl he was presenting to you.

“Yes handsome?” You say mockingly wanting to see how far you could take this.

“Why didn’t you say it back?”

“Say what back?”

“y’know what I’m talking about.“

“Do I?”

“…”

You better kiss him now that you’ve made him sad.

Characters: MIDORIMA, kagami, giyuu, jean, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, osamu, Ushijima, NANAMI, geto, LUCIFER, diavolo, todoroki, Iida. (Anyone you like)

The type to not process it until AFTER they’ve bought the snacks

It was while he was tapping his card to the register that he himself also registered-

“Wait a damn minute.”

He’s rushing his ass back home, the distant yell that he dropped his snacks, left unheard from the poor cashier.

When he arrives home though..

“So..” he starts, falling back onto the couch with you. “You know you're the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met right?” He tries buttering you up a bit in hopes it’ll get you in a ‘good mood’.

“You’re just so SO beautiful, that every time I look at you there are only hearts in my eyes..y’know that right? Right baby?..” you only nod your head trying to stop the smile forming on your face.

“I just.. love you so much y’know?”

“Thank you.”

“Baby, I love you.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

“I. Love. You.”

“Why do you keep repeating that?”

“You’re gonna make me cry.”

You say it back to him once he starts tickling the hell outta you.

Characters: dimple, REIGEN, KISE, rengoku, connie, armin, NISHINOYA, HINATA, OIKAWA, choso, gojo, MAMMON, DENKI. (Anyone you like)

The type to give you a dirty look and repeat it again LOUDER.

“..bitch.”

“Are you not gonna say it back?” Is what he would say to you, but instead he only resorted to giving you a not so…pretty look.

You knew damn well what you were doing. He’s no fool to you and your pranks, but that still didn’t explain the reason why he continued trying to make you say it back.

“Let’s try this again.”

“…” You give him a neutral look, a small smile dying to crack onto your lips.

“Bye, I LOVE you.” He tried emphasising the love part making sure you would get the hint of what he was waiting on.

“Mhm..yeah, now go buy the snacks I’m hungry.” Are you trying to get yourself killed? This is not the type of guy you should be fooling around with this kinda stuff.

“I’m not going anymore” he walks away from the door before striding over to you.

“What? Why? H-hey! What are you doin-” he grips onto your waist before hosting you onto his shoulder.

“Gotta find out why my girls being so stubborn, so what better way than..”

That’s how you ended up here, hands tied behind your back, and a blindfold on, all your senses focused on only him and the distant sound of the TV.

Every time he would say he loved you, If you didn’t reply back to him fast enough the restraints would stay on for an extra minute while he went ahead and watched the movie without you.

“I love you.” Jesus, you could practically feel the devious smirk he had on his face.

“I. Love. You. Too.” You reply with a small hiss through clenched teeth. He only chuckled at your tone giving you a slight pat on your head. “Bet you won’t try this again huh?”

He’s sleeping on the couch.

Characters: AOMINE, SANEMI, eren, UKAI, IWAIZUMI, tendou, ATSUMU, toji, satan, solomon, bakugou. (Anyone you like)

The type to immediately start apologising for no reason

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll never do it again.”

He doesn’t even open the door before he’s on his knees looking up at you for some hint that you weren’t angry at him. “Please say something..”

The reason you obviously couldn’t say anything at that moment was because you just didn’t expect him to go down on his knees and beg for forgiveness for who knows what-

“Look I know this must be about eating the takeout and only leaving the empty bowl behind to make it look as though I didn’t- and this obviously must also be about me stealing your shirt and accidentally using it as a washcloth- or maybe it’s the underwe-”

“OKAY!” You yell putting both your hands in front of his face rendering him confused, “I-I get it! Okay..”

he only cocks his head to the side moments before his face drops when you tell him it was a prank.

“Oh..it is?..”

“Yeah…”

“So you still love me?”

“Very much.”

…

“..wait- what did you do with my underwear?”

He’s gone silent.

He’s getting up.

He’s walking away.

He’s running now.

“Wha- Hey! Come back here!”

“Gotta buy the snacks now, bye!”

This man is NOT as innocent as he looks.

Characters: serizawa, tengen, REINER, kuroo, BOKUTO, LEVIATHAN, Asmodeus. (Anyone you like)

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savanir · 1 year ago

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DP x DC prompt [6]

Weapon design always came easy to Jack Fenton. He grew up with it, all the way back in Atlantis, when he was just a little guppy.

What he wasn’t aware of at the time was that his parents were from a long and prestigious line of scientists and weapon manufacturers in Atlantean society. But things had been getting dangerous.

The King at the time cast them out when they refused his demands of greater, stronger, deadlier weapons. The kind of weapons they knew would not only destroy their enemies, but themselves as well.

They fled and went where they thought they would never be found, the surface.

Jack had the easiest time adapting, being as young as he was getting used to breathing air was a lot less of a struggle.

He adopted one of the most generic male names he could, and adapted the family name of Fenestratus into Fenton. And then it was just living as a human, as humanly as possible, nothing to see here.

By now Jack basically doesn’t know any better. but this piece of heritage is coming back now all these years later, when his son is looking to him for help from the government.

But first he holds his boy close and apologizes, because he sees the fear, and he understands a little too well, and he doesn’t like the picture he’s seeing now that all the puzzle pieces are falling into place.

“I almost became the thing I hate the most. I’m so sorry Danny, I’m sorry I made you feel unsafe in your own home”

The hug is long and warm and tight and Danny isn’t ashamed to admit he might have clung a little bit.

Then Jack holds Danny tightly by his shoulders and gives him a big grin, “Good news though, you’re only half ghost, the other half is not only human but also Atlantean, and there are laws protecting us now” Jack mutters to himself, “I wonder if the whole ghost stuff would actually be put under the meta protection thing… hmm”

Danny blinks for a moment, Jazz gapes, Maddie is suddenly no longer spiraling about how her baby boy got in a terrible accident in their lab and she didn’t know.

“I’m also what?”

“Dad!?”

“oh did I forget to mention that? I thought I did, I know for certain that I had been meaning to”

“Jack sweetie, are you-”

“oh yes, and I remember now, I decided to tell you after our big breakthrough because I didn’t want to distract you, and-” Jack looks sheepish, “I hope you aren’t too mad at me Maddiecakes”

“mad? oh I would never be mad at you about this but we could have- I don’t know, accommodated- Atlanteans are aquatic, well I guess that explains how you could always put away so much water, and when you gave me your umbrella and I thought you were just making an excuse when you told me you didn’t mind and in fact loved getting pelted by the rain-”

Maddie goes on, and Jack thinks to himself that this is exactly the reason why he kept it to himself at the time, Maddie never half asses anything, he’s sure a lot of things are going to change in the house now, it honestly only makes him fall in love with her even more.

Meanwhile Jazz had filled up a bucket of water and then dunked her head in, then came back out not even slightly gasping for breath, just saying “oh my god” over and over.

Danny timed it, “yeah okay, I guess that proves it. now I’m starting to wonder if my weird relationship with air is ghost related at all”

#dpxdc #dcxdp #danny fenton #danny phantom #jazz fenton #jack fenton #madeline fenton #good parents jack and maddie #Atlantean Jack #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #I like how Atlantean heritage explains a lot of the enhanced super human abilities the Fentons seem to have #also history repeating itself yadda yadda #Danny is actually a triple hybrid #Danny eventually becoming friends with Garth because of all this would be really sweet I think

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wow-thisismylifeiguess · 4 months ago

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Sentient Gotham

- Bruce regularly chats w her. Like, full blown conversations. He can see a physical manifestation of her like she’s right in front of him, but completely invisible to everyone else

- Zatanna does not believe him. She’s Gotham born and bred and a powerful magician, but she cannot sense a living breathing Gotham the way Bruce claims he can

- Constantine does believe him, but it’s mostly to spite Zatanna

- Gotham calls herself Bruce’s mom and frequently whines about him not calling her that

> “I had a mother. And a father. They’re both dead.” > “WHEN WILL YOU STOP BLAMING ME FOR THAT?!” > “When I’m convinced it’s not true.”

- Bruce’s kids also don’t believe him about the whole ‘I talk to Gotham’ thing for a long time and think he’s either lost his mind, he’s schizophrenic, or that he’s fucking w them

- they do eventually see and speak to her themselves

- Jason first sees her right before his death, which was an incredibly difficult task for her. It’s a combination of reasons. 1) like Bruce, Jason is a Gotham City native and has deep ties to the city, 2) he has deep ties to Bruce, 3) she was also there to comfort Bruce because she knew he wouldn’t be fast enough. But Jason sees this gorgeous woman who cradles his cheek and murmurs soft words to him that he’ll only end up remembering many years later

> “Your father loves you. He tried. So please don’t hate him. It’s my fault, not his.”

- Bruce frequently wonders why it’s him who can see her and no one else, to which she always just says it’s because he’s her son

- Bruce’s connection to Gotham…changes him. He is human, at least…mostly. But there’s an otherworldliness to him that grows over the years which he’s stupidly oblivious to for a very long time

- Gotham has beef w Alfred purely because he’s British

> “I could’ve raised you better than that man!” > “I do not tolerate disrespect for Alfred.” > whining, “But babyyyyyy. He’s an outsider!”

- she adores Bruce’s kids and frequently whines about how they don’t believe she’s real. But at the same time, Bruce is her absolute beloved

- after Jason’s death, she’s the one who basically sends Tim Bruce’s way to stop his self destructive behavior. Tim had been taking pictures of Batman and Robin for a while, but Gotham had fogged over his mind just a little bit to prevent him from putting the pieces together about their identity. When she stops, it finally clicks for Tim and it’s what leads him to becoming Robin

- the kids all have their moment when they finally can see and speak to her. It happens at different times, but the important reason as to why they’re able to do so is due to their relationship to Bruce and the length of time they’ve been around him. It comes at the moment where they’ve reached optimal and absolute trust in Bruce

- Bruce does actually call her ‘mom’, but it happened once and she will never let him forget it

> Bruce getting worked up during a conversation w Gotham in front of Dick and Tim > “Dick….who is he talking to?” > “You don’t want to know.” > “My mom won’t stop badgering me- No. No. I didn’t say that. I didn’t call you that! You can’t prove anything!”

- Gotham comforts Bruce often when he feels like he’s not enough. His failures weigh heavy in his heart, but she’s always there to talk him through it

> “Why me? Why am I the one you picked? I’m not enough. I never will be.” > “You are and you always will be. Bruce, you do so much for this city. For me. For your family.” > “It’s not enough.” > “You are only mostly human, Bruce Wayne. You have done things no one else could ever hope to do. If any one else were in your position, they would not have nearly enough strength as you do.”

- several months later, after Bruce is just idly going over case files, he remembers the ‘mostly human’ part of what Gotham said to him. He’d glossed over it before in his depressive spiral, but now he’s like !?

> “Gotham….” > “Yes, my dear?” > “‘Mostly human’. Care to explain what that means?” > awkward laugh, “Uh…..” > “Gotham.” > “I didn’t do it on purpose! I had no control!” > “Gotham.”

- order of who sees Gotham:

Bruce (obviously)

Jason (first time)

Tim

Duke

Jason (second time)

Steph

Dick

Cass

Damian

- the last three take a while but mostly because they’re not Gotham natives. Dick’s a little bitter about it because he practically spent his entire life in Gotham

> “You’re a traitor.” > “WHAT DID I DO?” > disgust, “Blüdhaven.” > “Oh. Whoops.”

- While Gotham is Bruce’s #1 Supporter™️, she is at times critical of his behavior and decisions. Particularly about things that damage his relationship w loved ones and things that he chooses to do in order to hurt himself

- she finds ‘Brucie’ to be distasteful

> “I didn’t raise you to be a whore.” > “You didn’t raise me to begin with.” > “STOP DENYING ME PARENTAL RIGHTS!”

- Gotham is, obviously, restricted to only appear within Gotham City’s borders. She’s only able to break through that restriction a handful of times, w the first being when Jason dies. There are a few other instances and she’s popped up on the Watchtower and jumpscared Bruce by accident. The JL were very confused and incredibly amused

- She’s able to take on the form of anyone, but sticks to a unique appearance of a woman w long black hair and pale skin. Her eyes are white and she’s typically dressed in a suit

> young Bruce, in awe, “You kind of look like me if I were cooler.” > “You’re plenty cool, Bruce.” > adult Bruce, tired, “Why are you in a suit?” > “Because I look cool, Bruce. You said so yourself.” > “I was ten!”

- she once offered to take on the appearance of his mother and Bruce shot it down so fast. She never brought it up again

- when Clark found out about her, he believed Bruce immediately. He’s the only one Bruce ever told who believed him right off the bat

> “You…don’t think I’m insane?” > “I do.” > “Then why would you lie and say you believe me?” > “Because I do. You’re insane about a lot of things, Bruce. But you sounded too serious when you told me about this, so why would I ever think you’re lying?”

- Gotham begrudgingly likes Clark

> “You hate Alfred for being an outsider, but Clark is in your good graces?” > “He’s an alien. It’s different.” > “He’s also from Metropolis.” > “Shhhhhh, don’t remind me. I’m trying to be blissfully ignorant.”

#she's just a silly little entity #bruce wayne #gotham #sentient gotham #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #clark kent #batfamily #batfam #batman #my post

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noirscript · 1 month ago

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The Fourth

Note: I can't sleep. But I have work in few hours. Fuck. (Woke up at 1 am TuT) Anyway, enjoy! LMK what you think. Comment or something? Idk.

Apologies for the odd spacing. Wrote this ij note and only had the energy to remove the space for the early ones. I have to sleep.

Tags will be added later. READ THE WARNINGS!

There were three rules set by the Fami brothers—and they were not meant to be broken.

First: No other man was allowed within three seconds of you. They monitored this without fail, and the few who had tested that boundary quickly learned to keep their distance—some with broken bones, others with broken memories.

Second: One of them was always watching. Whether through the discreet tilt of a security camera, a mirror placed too perfectly in your room, or the flicker of presence just outside your door at night, there was never a moment you weren’t being observed. Studied. Protected. Possessed.

And the third: You were to become a mother. Not just to a child—but to theirs. Theirs alone. No outside blood. No uncertain paternity. You were chosen, and you were claimed.

They never used it on you. Not at first. Not when you were still wide-eyed, eager to please as their maid. You had been selected by their own hands—picked from dozens of seasoned staff for reasons that no one ever explained, except that you “fit.” At the time, you’d thought it was because you were quiet. Obedient. Trustworthy.

They had grown up with you under the same roof. The sons of the globally-renowned Fami pharmaceutical empire, Cav, Maxon, and Neuvi were born geniuses in chemical manipulation. By sixteen, they had already been granted unrestricted access to the family’s private research facilities. By eighteen, they had created Lotus, an aphrodisiac so refined it could bend both the body and the mind. It erased not only inhibition but memory. After Lotus, you wouldn’t just forget what happened—you wouldn’t even realize something had happened at all.

Now, you were starting to wonder.

You had spent years with them, tucked away in one of the family’s private mansions on the coast, where the sea never slept and the wind whispered through the halls like a warning. They were charming in public, terrifying in private. Sometimes gentle. Sometimes not. But always close.

That night at dinner, you knew things would change the moment you opened your mouth.

“I’ve decided,” you said, placing your utensils down with more courage than you felt. “Tonight will be my last night here.”

The silver clinked. The room stilled.

Cav’s spoon hit his plate with a sharp clang, his jaw tightening as he stared at you like he hadn’t heard correctly. Maxon didn’t flinch—he simply leaned back in his chair with that same polished smile he wore during charity galas and magazine shoots, fingers interlocked, eyes narrowed. Neuvi stood.

“Who gave you that permission?” he asked, voice raised and shaking. Not with weakness—but fury.

You straightened. “It’s not about permission, Neu. I’ve worked here for years. I’ve saved enough. I want to see the world like I always dreamed. You know that.”

He slammed his hand on the table, making the cutlery jump. “You don’t get to make that decision without us.”

“She’s not ours to keep, Neu,” Maxon said calmly, though his eyes betrayed something colder. “Not yet.”

Neuvi’s lip curled, and Cav rose without a word, circling behind you.

You stepped back, heart pounding. “I thought you’d be happy for me.”

Maxon rose too, smoothing his suit jacket. “Of course, we’re happy for you. We support your dreams.”

Then he looked at you and said it again. “Always.”

You tried to smile, but their glances, the way their bodies shifted subtly to block the door, told you something else. You should’ve run then. You should’ve screamed. But it was too late. You never saw the cruise coming.

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They said it was a farewell gift. A vacation. A way to “celebrate your freedom.”

You boarded the family-owned yacht thinking it might be closure—one last memory with the boys who had, in their strange way, been your only family for years.

But once the ship left the shore, something changed.

Your room locked from the outside.

The meals started tasting faintly of something sweet, something… dizzying.

Then came the first night.

They didn’t wait. Not this time.

You were laid out on silk sheets in a room chilled just enough to keep your skin sensitive. The air smelled faintly of Lotus, but stronger now—more refined. You hadn’t even realized you’d inhaled it until your limbs stopped listening to you, until your vision blurred at the edges like a dream sinking underwater.

You felt them before you saw them.

Cav’s voice was first, low and dark near your ear. “We gave you every chance to stay willingly.”

His hand ran slowly along your thigh, pushing the robe you wore aside like it was never meant to be there.

“Don’t worry,” Maxon murmured from above, brushing hair away from your face. “You’ll be safe. You’ll forget this ever happened.”

Neuvi was already between your legs before you could process anything more. His mouth was hot, relentless, and you cried out before you knew why. The pleasure hit like a lightning strike—raw, involuntary. Shameful.

“You belong to us,” Neuvi growled, fingers gripping your hips. “You always have.”

They didn’t rush. They took turns. Then took you together.

Hands pinning your wrists. Teeth grazing your throat. Tongues tasting skin that had never been theirs to touch—but was now. Forever. They moved like parts of one machine—synchronized, ruthless, worshipful in their own corrupted way.

You sobbed. Moaned. Gasped. Everything blurred. Everything bled into heat and scent and the sound of your name on three different tongues.

You were filled. Ruined. Rewritten.

And in the morning, you woke up in fresh clothes, tucked beneath the same silk sheets, smiling vaguely at the soft knock on the door.

Breakfast was served. The sun shone. The sea was calm.

You didn’t remember a thing.

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By the end of the cruise, your body told a different story.

Nausea. Fatigue. Hunger that came in strange waves. The doctor—one of theirs, of course—confirmed it quickly.

You were pregnant.

There was no question of who the fathers were. The test results showed a genetic anomaly—triparental fertilization.

Of course it wasn’t legal. Of course it wasn’t possible.

But nothing had ever been impossible for them.

You sat in the nursery days later, holding a plush rabbit in trembling hands as Maxon placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. Cav leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, grinning. Neuvi knelt in front of you, pressing his forehead against your growing bump with a reverence that made your skin crawl.

“You’ll never be alone again,” he said, smiling. “We’ll take care of you. Forever.”

And somehow, in the thick silence that followed, you knew it was true.

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere male #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere fic #yandere x y/n #yandere male x reader #yandere billionaire #yandere heir #tw.drugging

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myrruwrites · 6 months ago

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Streamer!Jinx headcanons.

Just some basic ideas and drabbles pooled into one post. I see a lot of streamer!ellie and streamer!vi, but barely any jinx if any at all. I don’t know, I just think she’d be the funniest streamer ever.

CW: Cursing? bits of Jinx x f!reader. jokes about jinx being cancelled, homophobia mentions.

Streamer!Jinx who got surprised when she blew up pretty fast. For the wrong reasons, Ofcourse (controversy, because she can’t keep her mouth shut), but once it smoothed over she gained a lot of following from it.

She has no filter. None. The second something pops into her head, she says it aloud. She deals with the consequences afterwards.

Her room is either really messy, or oddly tidy. On that note, Streamer!Jinx that decorated her whole setup and desk, plus her headphones. They’re all covered in scribbles and spraypaint.

Streamer!Jinx that sometimes manages to convince you to play on stream with her, addressing you as a close friend to keep you both comfortable and safe online.

She constantly says “chat” and “gang”, even when she’s not streaming. Vi and Ekko pick up on it and comment on it frequently, using it to tease her.

Rages at Minecraft. 100%. She joined MCC, just to ragequit half way through because her team was in dead last. Her chat watched her leave the server and walk out of her room on the webcam. She had to take a whole 15 minuet break and come back with a cup of coffee to calm down.

She would start a Minecraft hardcore series just to hide in a hole as soon as it turns night, before logging off and never returning.

"Guys this is my first episode of... MINECRAFT HARDCORE!

...

Chat this seems to be my first AND last episode."

Jinx who accidentally revealed your relationship on live. She slipped up and called you "darling" or "babe", and her chat never dropped it.

"BABE?!"

"Holy shit did she just call her babe?"

"Ladies, we have a chance!"

"DID WE HEAR THAT RIGHT"

She tried to change the topic, "We’re going to win this round!", to say she lost, and her chat didn’t drop the topic, would be an understatement.

She got cancelled for homophobia once, because she went on a 'just chill and talk' live about how she didn’t approve of Caitlyn and Vi being together. It got taken the wrong way and had to explain that she’s infact Queer with a girlfriend. She defended herself with "Guys, I’m literally dating.." after she revealed your relationship, and then went on a rant sesh about you. She’s the biggest yapper ever.

Her twitch account got banned or suspended once because she got so mad at a kid on Fortnite that she cursed him out and went overboard. (Again, she has no filter).

She mainly plays Minecraft and gun games. But sometimes she’ll do longer lives for charity where she’ll play the chat’s top pick.

She accidentally showed your face on stream once, forgetting to tell you her webcam was on. You didn’t realise until later that day there were edits of you on your own fyp or twitter TL. "Babe, you might wanna see this.."

Jinx still gets confused whenever she sees an edit of herself. Also, she has a public favourite folder of edits of you. She doesn’t know how to edit it to make it private.

Once you got comfortable showing your face on webcam, Jinx hosted a “do my hair and Q&A” stream where you braided and brushed her hair while you both answered questions. Any excuse to spend time with you at the same time as working.

Notes: first time ever writing jinx, so I thought I’d start with headcanons. Do we want a streamer!jinx fic? Like an actual fic? Pls give me ideas on what to write abt her

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hazzashouse · 6 months ago

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Forgotten - Harry Styles one-shot

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! This one is a bit sad but I hope you’ll like it!

Summary: After Harry forgets an important anniversary, tensions boil over into a heated argument that leaves both of you hurting. Harry is forced to confront his mistakes and the cracks forming in your relationship. Determined to make things right, he sets out to prove that his love for you is stronger than his faults.

Triggers: arguments/raised voices, miscommunication and emotional tension, feelings of neglect/loneliness in a relationship, brief mention of crying and hurt feelings

Pairing: Harry Styles x female reader

Harry stepped into the house, running a hand through his hair as he closed the door behind him. It had been a long day, back-to-back meetings and calls about the tour, and all he could think about was collapsing into bed.

But when he looked up, you were standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed tightly, your expression a mix of anger and something sharper—disappointment.

His brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

Your gaze flicked toward the dining table, and his stomach dropped. The candles, the neatly set plates, the untouched food—it all clicked too late.

“It’s our anniversary,” you said quietly, your voice trembling with restrained anger.

“Shit.” The word slipped out before he could stop it. He ran a hand through his hair again, cursing himself. “I—fuck, I forgot. I didn’t mean to, I just—”

“Got busy?” you snapped, cutting him off. “That’s your excuse for everything, isn’t it, Harry?”

“It’s not an excuse,” he shot back, a defensive edge creeping into his tone. “You know how crazy things have been. I’m trying to keep everything together—”

“Everything except us,” you interrupted, your voice rising. “Do you even care anymore? Or am I just supposed to sit here, waiting for you to remember I exist?”

His jaw clenched. “That’s not fair. You know I love you. I’m doing all of this for us—for you.”

“For me?” You laughed, bitter and sharp. “Don’t put this on me. I didn’t ask for your schedule to swallow you whole. I didn’t ask to be forgotten.”

“Forgotten?” he repeated, his frustration bubbling over. “I’m out there working my ass off, trying to balance everything, and you think I’ve just forgotten about you? That’s not how this works!”

“It’s exactly how it feels!”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut, but he didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to explain, to make you understand how much he hated being away, how much he hated this argument. But the words got stuck in his throat, tangled up in his exhaustion.

You shook your head, tears shining in your eyes. “I can’t do this right now.”

Before he could stop you, you grabbed a blanket from the closet and headed for the couch.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice quieter now, tinged with desperation. “Don’t do this.”

But you didn’t look back.

———————

The house was silent, the weight of your argument pressing heavily on Harry’s chest. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word you’d said. Forgotten. The word echoed in his mind, a sharp reminder of how badly he’d messed up.

Around 2 a.m., he gave up on sleep, his body restless and his guilt gnawing at him. Quietly, he slipped out of bed and padded down the stairs.

There you were, curled up on the couch, your face turned toward the backrest, your body stiff even in sleep. The blanket you’d brought was tangled around your legs, barely covering you.

Harry’s chest tightened at the sight. You looked so small, so vulnerable, and it killed him to think he was the reason you were here instead of beside him in bed.

Carefully, he grabbed another blanket from the chair and draped it over you, tucking it gently around your shoulders. He crouched beside the couch for a moment, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

———————

When Harry woke up the next morning, you were already gone. A note on the counter simply said, At work. See you later.

The pang of guilt in his chest only deepened. He couldn’t leave things like this—not after last night.

When you came home that evening, the house smelled incredible—like garlic, herbs, and something warm and inviting.

You stepped into the kitchen, dropping your bag by the door, and froze. The dining table had been reset, fresh candles flickering softly, and a vase of flowers sat in the center. Harry was there, standing by the stove, wearing an apron that made you bite back a reluctant smile.

“Hey,” he said, turning to face you, his expression equal parts nervous and hopeful.

“What’s all this?” you asked cautiously.

He stepped closer, wiping his hands on the apron before pulling it off. “This is me trying to make it up to you. For last night. For forgetting. For everything.”

You stared at him, your emotions tangled. “Harry, I—”

“Please,” he interrupted gently, his eyes searching yours. “Let me say this.”

You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest, waiting.

“I know I’ve been…distracted,” he admitted, his voice low. “And I know I’ve been terrible at showing it lately, but I love you. More than anything. I hate that I made you feel like you don’t matter, because you do. You’re my everything, and I never want you to doubt that.”

Your throat tightened, and you looked away, afraid he’d see the tears welling in your eyes.

“I’m not perfect,” he continued. “I’ll probably mess up again. But I want to do better. For you. For us. If you’ll let me.”

When you looked back at him, the vulnerability in his expression made your chest ache. Slowly, you stepped closer, your walls crumbling. “You really hurt me, Harry.”

“I know,” he said softly, his voice thick with guilt. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if that’s what it takes.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He pulled you close, his chin resting on top of your head as you finally let the tears fall.

For the first time in weeks, you felt like you had him back.

The two of you ate dinner together, talking and laughing like you used to. It wasn’t perfect—there were still things to work through—but it was a start.

And for now, that was enough.

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demie90s · 10 days ago

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CONTROL YOURSELF

Diana Taurasi x fem!reader

MASTERLIST | MORE

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:Diana Taurasi isn’t just a legend—she’s your undoing. When Diana walks into the room, you unravel. She turns you quiet.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~ 2.5k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:Emotional tension, slow burn, sensual power imbalance, psychological unraveling

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Sensual tension, emotional restraint, dominant energy, physical reactions (shaky hands, clenching, breathlessness), soft obsession

Oh, she makes it hard to keep it together. Not just a little hard. I mean shaky hands, deep breath, thighs clenched like I’m trying to hold the ocean in type hard.

Diana Taurasi walks into the room and suddenly I’m not me anymore. Not the talkative, bold, always-got-something-smart-to-say version everyone else gets. No. Around her, I’m soft-spoken. Careful. Shy in a way I didn’t even know I had the capacity to be.

She’s got this presence, man. This thing. It’s not just the way she looks—though God knows that’s enough. That tall, fine, smooth-walkin’, no-fucks-given look she wears like custom armor. No, it’s deeper. It’s the energy. The way the air shifts when she steps in. The way her eyes find yours and stay there.

She doesn’t glance. She locks in. And when it’s me she’s locking onto. I forget what day it is. What planet we’re on. If my heart is still supposed to be inside my body or beating out of my damn mouth.

It’s humiliating, how fast she strips me of everything I thought I knew about myself. Usually, I talk too much. Run my mouth ‘til people laugh or blush or roll their eyes. I’ve got charm, okay? I know how to work a room.

But Diana. She is the room.

When she walks in, my voice packs up and evacuates. My usual wit starts buffering. It’s embarrassing. One time she brushed past me to grab her water bottle and I froze so hard I almost dropped mine. Literally had to talk myself into walking away like a normal person.

She doesn’t even know. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. None.

She’ll ask me simple shit—where’s the file, did you see that article, how many points did I drop in that game—and I can answer. But I never just answer. I overthink. I look everywhere but at her. I speak slower, like my mouth is trying to figure out if it’s safe.

And if she steps closer. Oh, I’m done. Done. Like today.

She was trying to find something—an email or link or video or something she’d asked for. I had it. I always have it. I’m quick like that.

But instead of just showing her like a normal person, I tried to explain it. Roundabout, convoluted, damn near cryptic—because if I leaned in, if I touched her phone, if I got too close, I’d forget how to breathe. Again.

She finally groaned, impatient. “Oh my g—Just show me.”

My heart damn near stopped. My fingers twitched. My lips parted. But nothing came out. I just stood there.

She looked at me, exasperated and gorgeous. “You good?”

“…Yeah.”

Lie number thirty-four of the week. I am not good.

I am wet for absolutely no reason. Unnecessarily. Irrationally. Just standing there, fully clothed and dying. From what? Her voice? Her vibe? Her scent?

Yes. Yes I am bitch.

I don’t know how someone makes their presence sexy. But she does. Diana stands like she owns whatever’s beneath her feet. She speaks like she already knows what you’re thinking. She listens like she’s taking notes for later—like maybe she plans to undress your thoughts before your body.

I’m not saying she’s trying to ruin me. I’m saying if she did? I wouldn’t stop her.

I know I’m lucky my skin is dark because if I was lighter, she’d see it. All of it. The heat. The red. The God-help-me-she’s-talking-to-me glow. I play it cool, sit quiet, sip my water, blink slow—but inside I’m burning up. I’m clenching air. I’m whispering prayers to a God I don’t talk to unless it’s about her.

She doesn’t know what she does to me. But she will. One day I’m gonna crack. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow.

But one day, Diana’s gonna say just show me again—and I’m gonna grab her hand, pull her somewhere private, and say:

“You asked.” And then I’ll let her see just how bad I’ve been holding it together.

It starts with eye contact. That’s it. That’s all. She looked at me. And I blinked for thirty whole seconds like my brain just hit the kill switch.

Diana fucking Taurasi. Six feet of God-did-something-dangerous, with a stare like a trigger and a mouth that moves like every word is an invitation. I was just trying to exist, just sitting there—probably on my phone, probably scrolling nothing—and then she looked at me. Not glanced. Looked. Made eye contact.

I folded internally. Like it was a damn natural disaster.

Horny. By accident. Like it wasn’t even a choice. A force of nature, plain and simple. Like catching a fever when the wind blows or crying in church for no reason. Just boom—there it was. Warm in my gut, hot in my thighs, my pulse skipping like it’s tryna warn me. I had to get up and walk. Couldn’t even fake it. Couldn’t stay seated and pretend I wasn’t suddenly soaked through my underwear from a look.

And here’s the kicker.

She saw me go.

I didn’t think she did. I was smooth, or so I thought. Kept my face still. Walked off like I needed air or a charger or whatever. Didn’t speak. Just dipped. But she noticed. And now she’s following me.

I feel her before I see her. That voice low and calm behind me. “You good?”

My hand hits the wall first. I’m in the hallway now, nowhere special. Just leaned against it like I’m catching my breath—which I am. But I don’t look at her. I can’t.

I just nod once.

“Mhm.”

She steps closer.

I swear… if she touches me, it’s over. If her hand so much as grazes my wrist, I’m liable to slide down this wall in front of her and embarrass my entire bloodline. Because the effect she has on me?

It’s not normal.

It’s chemical. Like smoke in the lungs or lightning through copper. My chest’s tight, and my thighs are tighter, and I can’t get my eyes off her mouth.

She’s talking. I don’t even know about what. But I’m watching her lips like they’re speaking directly to my clit. Every now and then I huff in response, just to let her think I’m listening—but my eyes are dazed. Half-lidded. Focused on the curve of her mouth, the flick of her tongue when she pauses.

Still, she doesn’t stop talking. She thinks I’m quiet. Thinks I’m being shy or rude or cold or tired. But I’m none of that.

I’m suffering.

Because I can feel this. Deep in my body. The ache. The slow throb of want that’s turned more into need. My heart’s not beating—it’s growling. There’s a tension just under my skin that has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with wanting her teeth in me. Her tongue. Her hands. Something. Anything. My jaw’s clenched so hard, I could probably snap a pencil between my teeth.

And still… she’s talking. Still watching me. Still not touching me. I’m trying—trying—to stay upright. To be normal. To hold whatever shred of dignity I’ve got left.

But then she leans in a little.

Not even dramatically. Just slightly closer. Her hand lifts like she’s gonna gesture or fix her hair or something completely innocent—but the second her face gets near mine, I hum.

A soft sound. Barely a breath. “Mm…”

I drop my head like I’m praying. Like I’m trying to hold the devil back.

My back still against the wall, but my knees weaken. I slide down an inch. Just an inch. Just enough for her to notice. Mid-sentence, she pauses. I feel her watching.

My hands are on my thighs now, gripping hard, and my face is doing its usual thing—expression blank, eyes low, lips slightly pursed like I don’t give a fuck. But I do. I so do. I’m dying here.

I know—oh, I know—she can feel it too.

She has to. Either she feels it just as much or not at all. That’s almost worse. That means I’m suffering in silence, flushed and throbbing while she stands there, perfectly calm.

I’m melting against this wall like a bitch in heat, blinking slow, heart pounding like it’s trying to crawl out through my teeth.

If she kisses me, I’ll cum. (Yall im freaked out ion even care)

That’s the truth. She wouldn’t even have to do much. Just lean in and whisper something hot, something soft, and I’d fall to my knees, smiling through it. Shake all the way down. That’s how deep she’s got me. That’s how badly my body wants her.

She has no idea. Or maybe… maybe she does. Because when she tilts her head, lets those eyes drop to my mouth the way I’ve been staring at hers, I feel it.

She’s like a walking and talking hazard . And I’m ready to be destroyed.

Let me be real. I’m no better than a man right now.

Because she’s still talking—full sentences, gestures, probably saying something useful—but I don’t hear a damn word. Not one.

All I see is her mouth. Her lips. The way they move, stretch, curve, lick. God. The way her tongue presses into the corner when she pauses. Like that mouth wasn’t made for interviews or strategy. Like it wasn’t wasted on words.

No. That mouth. That mouth could be so much more useful.

On parts of my body that are literally screaming. Minus the ‘s.’ One scream. One sharp, high-pitched, echoing-in-my-spine wail that hasn’t left my chest since she looked at me.

I’m tryna be civil. I swear to God. Trying to be a good teammate. A good listener. A functioning human being. Hands folded. Back straight. Face blank.

Trying so hard not to look like I’m mentally straddling her. But my thighs are pressed together like they know what’s at stake and my breathing’s shallow, like I’m on the verge of doing something I can’t take back.

Because I want to ride her face. Plain and simple. No deep metaphor. No long, dramatic simile. Just raw, hot, face-riding desire that’s sat on my chest like a demon since I first caught sight of her smirk. What’s doja cat say?

Would I be embarrassed? Absolutely.

Would I finally get Diana? Also yes.

In this hallway that feels like it’s shrinking.

Like the walls are moving in. Like there’s too much air and not enough. Like my body’s overheating and there’s nowhere to put all this want.

I shift my weight against the wall like it’ll help. Like adjusting will make the tension less heavy, like pressing harder into this sheetrock will cool me off. It won’t.

It doesn’t. My thighs are burning, my jaw’s tight, and her voice keeps hitting my nerves like drumsticks.

Maybe she’s testing me. Seeing how long I can stand there, nodding every few seconds, while the fantasy plays behind my eyes on a loop. My hands in her hair. My hips rolling. My breath catching on her cheekbone.

The way she’d grab me if I tried to move too fast. The way I’d beg if she slowed down.

She’s just…talking. Still.

While I’m trapped here. Slick. Unwell. Fantasizing in high definition with my head cocked like, mhm, totally understand, when all I want to say is:

“Get on your knees or let me use your face. Either way, I’m not walking out this hallway dry.”

But I don’t say it. I bite my lip. Breathe slow. And hum again when she leans just a little closer.

The hallway feels smaller now. Like it’s closing in on me. Or maybe I’m expanding—swelling with heat and frustration and the kind of need that makes it hard to breathe through your nose.

Still standing in front of me, voice low and steady like always. I swear I’m trying to be normal. To nod when appropriate. To keep my face in that neutral, unimpressed shape I’ve mastered so well. But she’s not making it easy.

That soft curve of her upper lip, the way she licks the bottom one when she pauses. The slight tug at the corner when she smirks like she knows she’s said something slick.

The throbbing between my thighs is not figurative. It’s a full-blown, undeniable ache. I’m uncomfortable in my pants. Like, shifting-my-weight-awkwardly, don’t-look-too-close, “maybe I should go pray” kind of uncomfortable.

And still, she stands too close. And still, I try to act like a good teammate.

In my head I am riding her face.

Not slowly. Not romantically. I mean grinding down on it like I lost my mind somewhere near her collarbone. My thighs locked tight around her ears, my hand in her hair, my eyes rolled so far back I might see God—or whoever made her.

I’d probably cry later. Call myself names. Lock myself in my room and swear I’ll never be horny again.

She shifts, and I flinch. Not visibly—just a flicker of breath, a blink. But she reaches out, wraps her fingers gently around my wrist, and I almost die. Because that touch? It’s not even sexual. It’s not rough or teasing. It’s soft. Just a light hold.

Like she’s grounding me. Or guiding me. Or maybe I’m just moving on my own and she’s the gravity I’m giving into.

Either way—my body leans. I stand quickly, like I can outrun the feeling. Like if I move fast enough, I’ll be okay. But I’m not. Not even close. Because she doesn’t let go. She holds my wrist, and I move straight into her.

My forehead hits her chest. Soft. Warm. I melt. Fully.

My knees don’t buckle, but they want to. My eyes squeeze shut. My other hand curls at my side like it’s begging for permission to hold onto something—anything.

And then I whisper it.

“…Please stop touching me.”

It’s barely a breath. I don’t even say it with meaning. Not like I want her to stop.

It’s more like a cry for help. A weak protest from whatever part of me still has sense. Because I’m unraveling in real time. In her arms. In the middle of a damn hallway. With nothing between us but her shirt and the thin thread of self-control I’m holding onto by the grace of God.

I’m not a dom. I don’t have it in me. Not with her. Not with Diana, who’s steady and calm and so much older than me in a way that makes her dangerous.

She’s not new to this game. She knows.

That’s the part that scares me. She probably knows exactly what she’s doing. The subtle touches. The way she always gets close when she talks. The eye contact. The voice.

She’s built for control. She’s holding me up like she owns me.

Like she’s letting me pretend I still have a say in anything. I’m letting her. Because fuck… She’s so hot. And I am so, so gone.

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myrrusstuff · 5 months ago

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Streamer!Jinx Headcanons!

CW: Cursing? bits of Jinx x f!reader. jokes about jinx being cancelled, homophobia mentions.

She has no filter. None. The second something pops into her head, she says it aloud. She deals with the consequences afterwards.

Her room is either really messy, or oddly tidy. On that note, Streamer!Jinx that decorated her whole setup and desk, plus her headphones. They’re all covered in scribbles and spraypaint.

Streamer!Jinx that sometimes manages to convince you to play on stream with her, addressing you as a close friend to keep you both comfortable and safe online.

She constantly says “chat” and “gang”, even when she’s not streaming. Vi and Ekko pick up on it and comment on it frequently, using it to tease her.

She would start a Minecraft hardcore series just to hide in a hole as soon as it turns night, before logging off and never returning.

"Guys this is my first episode of... MINECRAFT HARDCORE!

…

Chat this seems to be my first AND last episode."

Jinx who accidentally revealed your relationship on live. She slipped up and called you "darling" or "babe", and her chat never dropped it.

"BABE?!"

"Holy shit did she just call her babe?"

"Ladies, we have a chance!"

"DID WE HEAR THAT RIGHT"

She tried to change the topic, "We’re going to win this round!", to say she lost, and her chat didn’t drop the topic, would be an understatement.

Her twitch account got banned or suspended once because she got so mad at a kid on Fortnite that she cursed him out and went overboard. (Again, she has no filter).

She mainly plays Minecraft and gun games. But sometimes she’ll do longer lives for charity where she’ll play the chat’s top pick.

Jinx still gets confused whenever she sees an edit of herself. Also, she has a public favourite folder of edits of you. She doesn’t know how to edit it to make it private.

Notes: first time ever writing jinx, so I thought I’d start with headcanons. Do we want a streamer!jinx fic? Like an actual fic? Pls give me ideas on what to write abt her. This was re uploaded from my old blog @myrruwrites.

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magic-shop-stories · 14 days ago

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Your content has literally made me cry insanely hard several times now, and I mean that as a compliment. As a break from all that bittersweet, would you maybe be up to writing something sweet/funny about bts introducing their s.o to the members?

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ahhh... THANK YOU so much for the kind words 🥹💜 Sorry this took ages, but I hope this is what you wanted! I accidentally deleted my draft when I was halway through and had to rewrite it all, so I was a bit pissed and ignored it for a while - I'm sorry... Anyway I hope you enjoy reading! — c —💜

BTS Introducing their Significant Other to the Members - HC

Pairings: BTS x reader Rating: G Genre: fluff, comedy, romance Warnings: none

KIM NAMJOON (RM)

SETUP

plans a "low-key intellectual hangout" at his apartment

= poetry books, ambient jazz, charcuterie board

he spent two hours arranging cheese by acidity levels

he’s nervous

you can tell by how often he adjusts his glasses

How He Introduces You

Stage 1 (Formal)

“Everyone, this is [y/n]. They’re a [job] and… uh… they like Murakami?”

practiced this in the mirror countless times

Stage 2 (Panic)

when Jin raises an eyebrow

he blurts

“They also hate cilantro. Like me.”

as if this is the ultimate compatibility test

MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Jin

immediately slides you a glass of wine

“Rate his bedroom skills. Scale of 1 to dimples.”

Namjoon drops his knife

Namjoon: “HYUNG. WHAT.” You: “Solid 8. Loses points for explaining Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason after.” Jin: “Classic Joon-ah.”

Jin high-fives you

Yoongi

lurks by the bookshelf, then deadpans

Yoongi: “You know he cries during Her, right?” Namjoon: “It’s a philosophical response!” You: “He cried at a McDonald’s commercial last week.” Yoongi: “Keep them.”

= his version of approval

Hobi

drags you to the dance floor

a.k.a. the 3x3 ft space by the speaker

Hobi: “Teach us your signature move!” You: [attempting the sprinkler] Jungkook: “Iconic.”

he joins in

Namjoon watches fondly, forgetting to be embarrassed

FUNNY MOMENT

Taehyung finds Namjoon’s Notes App open to “Reasons I Love [y/n] (Draft 7)”

reads it aloud

“1. Their laugh sounds like wind chimes. 2. They don’t judge my plant names. 3. They...”

he snatches the phone

Namjoon: "Privacy is a thing, Tae!” You: “Wait, what’s #3?” Jin: “Obviously ‘they tolerate my hyungs.’”

SWEET MOMENT

Namjoon Checks On You

pulls you aside

hands cupping your elbows

“You okay? They’re… a lot.”

his thumb rubs circles on your skin

“They’re perfect. Like you.”

his ears turn red

“I... uh. Galaxy. You’re my... universe. Or something.”

= poet ruined

AFTERMATH

Jungkook adds you to the “BTS Group Chat”

nickname “Joon’s Better Half (Literally)”

Jimin texts you later

“He’s so whipped. Welcome to the family.”

Namjoon falls asleep on your shoulder that night

“Told you they’d love you.”

KIM SEOKJIN (JIN)

SETUP

transforms his penthouse into a "Michelin-Star Experience"

= candles everywhere, suspiciously perfect table settings, a 7-course menu

greets you in a silk robe that accidentally flaps open

"Relax, jagiya! They’ll be jealous of how hot we look."

How He Introduces You

Stage 1 (Grand Entrance)

"Members! Meet the reason I’ve upgraded from ramen to truffle oil!"

winks

spills champagne on Yoongi’s shoes

Stage 2 (Panic)

when Jimin coos "Aww, hyung’s blushing!"

he deflects

"It’s chef’s glow! Also, they beat my Super Mario Kart record. Marry them."

MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Yoongi

Immediately sniffs the "homemade" bisque

Yoongi: "Tastes like... Yeosu’s Seafood Palace. Three Michelin stars. Interesting." Jin: "I... adapted their recipe!"

he sweats visibly

You: "He burned water twice this week. We ordered in."

Yoongi smirks

slides you his number

"Call me when he starves you."

Hobi demands a "Couple Dance Challenge!"

Jin: "Observe my tango!" You: "That was the sprinkler, babe."

Jungkook films it

caption: "Worldwide Clumsy."

Taehyung pulls you aside mid-salad course

Taehyung: "He owns 37 BTS plushies. Sleeps with an RJ nightlight. Tell no one." Jin: "YAH! Stop seducing my partner with secrets!"

flings a bread roll

FUNNY MOMENT

Soufflé Incident

Jin’s "signature dessert" collapses

Jin: "NO! MY MASTERPIECE!" Jimin: "It’s a metaphor, hyung! Like... collapsed dreams?" You: "Or just bad baking." Jin: "Fine! Emergency dessert!"

pulls out a bought cheesecake

SWEET MOMENT

Jin Checks On You

finds you hiding in the kitchen, overwhelmed

"Hey. Worldwide Handsome to the rescue."

leans against fridge

"They’re idiots, but our idiots. Okay?"

tugs you close, voice uncharacteristically soft

"Yah. You’re my favorite view."

presses a kiss to your flour-dusted hair

AFTERMATH

Group Chat Add

Jin creates "Jin’s Prettier-Half Protection Squad"

= members OT7 + you

first message:

Jin: "RULES: No flirting with my partner! No stealing cheesecake! Jungkook stop sending gym selfies!"

Jimin sends a selfie of him and you and Jin’s abandoned soufflé

"New couple photo!"

MIN YOONGI (SUGA)

SETUP

does not do "meet the members" events

but after six months of dating, he finally caves

on his terms

brings you to his studio under the guise of "needing feedback on a track"

= a lie

it's just the only place he feels in control

How He Introduces You

Stage 1 (Casual Avoidance)

"This is [y/n]. They're... here."

gestures vaguely

refuses eye contact

Stage 2 (Defensive)

"No, you cannot interrogate them. No, Jin-hyung, they don't want to hear about my trainee-era mullet."

Stage 3 (Unintentional Softness)

when you compliment his equipment

mumbles under his breath

"They know their shit..."

tiniest smirk on bis lips

this is how the members know it's serious

MEMBERS' REACTIONS

Jin leans against the mixing board

Jin: "So. How exactly did you tolerate this grumpy cat long enough to date him?" Yoongi: "Hyung. Leave."

he is glaring

tho doesn't deny the "grumpy cat" label

You: "I bribed him with coffee. And silence." Jin: "A soulmate."

Hobi immediately challenges you to a "studio dance-off"

= a.k.a. embarrassing Yoongi

you attempt the "Haegeum" choreo, failing spectacularly

Yoongi: "Yah. Stop."

he's hiding a smile behind his hand

Jungkook notices the extra headphones Yoongi bought just for you

Jungkook: "Hyung... you never share your studio."

Yoongi: "They're quiet. Unlike some people."

you catch his pinky brushing yours

FUNNY MOMENT

Jimin finds Yoongi's secret playlist titled "[y/n] Vibes"

= full of lo-fi and one Taylor Swift song

Jimin: "Oh my god. Yoongi-hyung has feelings." Yoongi: "Delete that. Now."

too late

screenshot is already in the group chat

You: "I knew you liked 'Cruel Summer'!"

SWEET MOMENT

Yoongi Checks On You

between members' chaos, he tugs you aside

"You good? They're... a lot."

his thumb traces your wrist

= his version of a lifeline

you whisper "I love them. And you."

he looks away, but his ears are red

AFTERMATH

Taehyung adopts you as his "new muse"

starts sketching you during meetings

Namjoon texts you later

"He’s never let anyone touch his studio equipment. Ever."

Yoongi "accidentally" leaves his hoodie in your bag

"It’s cold..."

it’s July

JUNG HOSEOK (J-HOPE)

SETUP

plans a "fun, casual, totally-not-overwhelming" dance studio hangout

room is suspiciously clean

there's a snack bar with heart-shaped rice balls

he's changed outfits three times

insists "It's just chill."

he is bouncing on his toes

How He Introduces You

Stage 1 (Enthusiastic)

"GUYS! This is my favorite person!!"

lifts your hand like a boxing champ

Stage 2 (Panic)

when you look nervous, he blurts:

"They can dance! Probably! Watch this..."

tries to spin you

you stumble

he catches you

"...Graceful!"

MEMBERS' REACTIONS

Jimin immediately challenges you to another dance-off

Hobi: "Babe, show him your signature move!"

you do

Jin leans in

Jin: "How do you handle his morning energy? Does he sing while making coffee?" You: "He does the cha-cha while toasting bread." Jin: "Ah. A menace."

Yoongi lurks in the corner

Yoongi: "They seem… quiet." Hobi: "They’re mysterious! And scary good at Mario Kart." Yoongi: "…Keep them."

FUNNY MOMENT

Jungkook: "Do they know about Hobi’s shower concerts?" You: "Oh, I have playlists. Wanna hear his Noraebang version of ‘Dynamite’?" Hobi: "TRAITOR!"

chases you

you hide behind Tae

SWEET MOMENT

Hobi Checks On You

pulls you aside mid-chaos

hands framing your face

"You good? Too much? I can tone it down."

you whisper: "I love your chaos."

he grins so wide his cheeks hurt

"Yeah? Good. Because this is your life now."

AFTERMATH

Taehyung adds you to his "Favorite Humans" list

Namjoon texts you:

"You survived. Welcome to the circus."

Hobi falls asleep that night, head on your lap

murmuring: "Knew they’d adore you."

PARK JIMIN

SETUP

plans a "cozy movie night" at the dorm

complete with fairy lights, a mountain of blankets, every snack known to mankind

he’s bouncing with excitement

texting you all day

“Hyungs are gonna love you! Just be yourself! But maybe don’t mention the time I cried over Toy Story 3.”

How He Introduces You

Stage 1 (Excited Puppy Mode)

“GUYS. THIS IS MY PERSON.”

literally drags you into the room by the hand

Stage 2 (Possessive Cuddles)

pulls you onto his lap in front of everyone

“Mine. Look at them.”

Jin coos

Yoongi groans

MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Jin immediately tests your humor

Jin: “Jiminie sings in the shower. Rate his high notes.” You: “Depends. Is dying whale a note?” Jimin: (gasps) “Betrayal.”

but he’s grinning

Jungkook: “They’re perfect for you.”

Hobi challenges you to a Just Dance duel

you attempt “Butter”

tripping over the coffee table

Hobi: “10/10 for effort!”

Jimin claps like you won an Oscar

Yoongi raises a brow

Yoongi: “You know he steals hoodies, right?”

you pull up sleeve to reveal Jimin’s stolen BTS tour shirt

Yoongi: “Ah. Another victim.”

he smiles

FUNNY MOMENT

Taehyung finds Jimin’s Notes App open to “Reasons I’m Obsessed”: “1. Their laugh. 2. Their eyes. 3. They let me bite their sandwiches.”

"TAEHYUNG-AH. DELETE THAT.”

tackles him

“Wait, #3 is accurate though.”

SWEET MOMENT

Jimin Checks On You

between movies, he pulls you into the kitchen

hands framing your face

“You okay? Too much?”

eyes wide, earnest

“They’re amazing. Like you.”

he melts

“Jagi… I’m so happy.”

kisses your forehead

Jungkook awws from the doorway

AFTERMATH

Jungkook adds you to the “BTS Chaos Group Chat” as “Jimin’s Favorite Human.”

Taehyung DMs you

“Welcome to the Jimin Protection Squad.”

sends a selca with Jimin mid-pout

Jimin falls asleep curled around you

KIM TAEHYUNG (V)

SETUP:

Taehyung doesn’t plan introductions

he orchestrates experiences

instead of a casual meet-up, he surprises everyone (including you) with a "Renaissance-Themed Picnic" in a secluded garde

there are velvet blankets, antique teacups...

How He Introduces You

Stage 1 (Dramatic)

wearing a beret and a silk scarf

presents you like a masterpiece

"Members, behold! My muse... the one who laughs at my bad jokes and steals my sweaters."

Stage 2 (Unscripted)

when Jimin coos, Taehyung pulls you into a slow waltz

"They’re also really good at this."

you are not?

he doesn’t care

MEMBERS’ REACTIONS

Jin raises a champagne flute

Jin: "Finally, someone who appreciates real art, like my face." Taehyung: "Hyung, please." You: "I do appreciate your face, Jin." Jin: "Keep them."

Yoongi eyes the harpist who has been playing

Yoongi:"How much did this cost?" Taehyung: "Art is priceless, hyung." Yoongi: "That’s not an answer." You: "I’ll Venmo you half." Yoongi: "I like them."

Jungkook challenges you to a "flower crown showdown"

Taehyung: "They’re winning." (you are not) Jungkook: "No way! Mine has daisies!" You: "Yours looks like a salad."

Taehyung wears both crowns for the rest of the day

FUNNY MOMENT

Hobi finds Taehyung’s "Love Notes to [y/n]" journal

reads aloud

"Day 87: They sneezed like a kitten today. Perfect."

Taehyung: "Privacy, Hobi-hyung!"

but he’s grinning

You: "I do sneeze like a kitten." Jimin: "This is the cutest disaster I’ve ever seen."

SWEET MOMENT

Taehyung Checks On You

pulls you aside under a willow tree

"You okay? They’re a lot."

his fingers lace with yours, squeezing gently

he kisses your knuckles

"You’re stuck with us now."

AFTERMATH

Jimin adds you to the "Protect Taehyung’s Heart" group chat

it’s just pictures of him crying at dramas

Yoongi texts you later

"He’s never been this happy. Don’t break him."

then sends a "Just kidding. Maybe."

Taehyung falls asleep in your lap

"Told you they’d adore you."

JEON JUNGKOOK

SETUP

plans a "chill gaming night" at his place - which means:

8 consoles hooked up to a TV (as big as possible)

snack mountain that could feed a small army

him nervously reorganizing the controller cords for the 15th time

How He Introduces You

Stage 1 (Excited Puppy)

"Hyungs! This is [y/n]! They're... they're THE BEST!"

proceeds to lift you in a bear hug

Stage 2 (Possessive)

"And they're MINE so NO FLIRTING ESPECIALLY YOU TAEHYUNG!"

Stage 3 (Panic)

when you wave hello, he suddenly realizes: "Wait... do they even LIKE video games?!"

MEMBERS' REACTIONS

Jin immediately challenges you to Mario Kart

Jin: "If you beat me, you get my blessing. If I win... you have to call me 'Worldwide Handsome' for a week." Jungkook: "NO FAIR HYUNG YOU'RE A PRO AT THIS"

you proceed to absolutely demolish Jin

Jin: "Okay I hate you. Welcome to the family."

Yoongi takes one look at how JK keeps touching your shoulder and smirks

Yoongi: "So. How long until you move in?" Jungkook: (spits out his drink) You: "About three weeks ago?" Yoongi: "Knew it."

then goes back to his phone

Hobi makes you do the "ARMY chant" as an initiation

when you nail it:

"OH MY GOD THEY'RE PERFECT KEEP THEM FOREVER"

FUNNY MOMENT

Taehyung finds Jungkook's secret playlist titled "Songs That Remind Me of [y/n]"

plays it on the Bluetooth speaker

it's just 'Perfect' by Ed Sheeran 17 times

Jungkook turns tomato red and tackles Tae to the ground

You: "Awwwwww" Jungkook: "DON'T 'AWW' THIS IS SERIOUS"

SWEET MOMENT

Jungkook Checks On You

between games, he pulls you into the kitchen under the pretense of getting drinks

cups your face

"You okay? They're not too much?"

you smile

"You're doing so good jagiya. They all love you."

kisses your forehead before anyone can see

finds you teaching Jimin an English slang word

watches from the doorway with heart eyes

Jimin: "Yah! Your boyfriend is making that gross lovestruck face again."

AFTERMATH

you are added to the group chat as "Kookie's Heart Attack"

Jin sends you monthly "How to Deal With Jungkook" guides

Jungkook changes your contact name to "My Win 🏆"

shows it off to EVERYONE

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azzishands · 27 days ago

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Fan of a fan - Chapter four

Paige x Azzi

A/N: This is kind of a short chapter, so I'm def gonna try and update the next one this week as well. Hope you like it!

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Azzi wakes up from hearing her phone vibrate. She opens her eyes and tries to move her arm to make the noise stop, but for some reason, her arm seems unable to move. Fully opening her eyes she sees Paige lying on her right shoulder, fast asleep, snuggled up to her side.

The actress’ stomach flips at the sight. Her right arm is trapped under the blonde’s head, so she carefully tries to reach her phone with her left one.

The screen lights up with the name “Zendaya” on it. Not wanting to wake the other girl up, she declines the call and texts her friend instead.

Azzi Fudd: Can’t talk right now

Zendaya: Where are you? We’re supposed to shoot in an hour

Shit, Azzi thinks as she looks at the time.

Azzi Fudd: I’ll be right there

Azzi slowly and carefully frees herself from the singer, staring at her during every movement to make sure she doesn’t wake up. She looks around the room and sees their clothes spread out everywhere. She simply gathers them and puts them on, smiling a little to herself as the night before flashes in her mind as she collects each piece.

Fully dressed, she walks over to the bed quietly, just to look at Paige one last time. Her heart melts at seeing the blonde woman sleeping so peacefully. It reminds her of a cute little puppy, like a sleeping golden retriever or something. Azzi can’t help herself but to lean forward and gently stroke the blonde hair away from Paige’s face, planting a small kiss on her forehead.

And with that, she leaves the hotel suite.

Azzi hails a cab outside the hotel, riding to the location of the photoshoot she’s supposed to be at already.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she says as she enters the photo studio with quick breaths, clearly having rushed there.

“It’s alright,” the creative director says. “We’re behind schedule a little bit so it’s all cool. But you gotta sit down for your makeup and hair right away.”

The actress nods and goes straight to the makeup chair, greeting the makeup and hair artists with a “sorry I’m late” and “nice to meet you’s”. She takes out her phone while the artists are doing their things, and sends a text to Paige, explaining why she had left.

“Well look who’s in the same clothes as yesterday,” Zendaya comes in with a full on smirk.

“I forgot to set an alarm,” Azzi just states. “Thank you for calling me.”

“And why did you forget in the first place?” Zendaya continues to tease.

“You know why,” Azzi just mumbles.

“Yes but I would love to hear all about it,” the co-star raises her eyebrows.

Azzi, feeling a bit conscious about the fact that the makeup and hair artists were still very much there, in her face, didn’t really know what to say.

“We can talk about that later,” she dismisses a bit embarrassed. “Let’s just focus on the shoot now.”

The two actresses are put into different outfits, shooting for a magazine for their upcoming movie. The shoot isn’t done until around lunch, and Azzi hasn’t looked at her phone once, partly because she wants to focus on the shoot but also because she’s feeling a bit nervous just thinking about if there would be a notification from a special someone or not.

“So tell me now, how was your night?” Zendaya asks as they’re walking together from the photoshoot to find someplace to eat lunch after having finished the work of the day.

“It was… great. She’s great, I really enjoy being with her,” Azzi confesses.

“Bro, tell me the juicy details, don’t be so vague,” Zendaya scoffs. “Did you do it or not?”

Azzi rolls her eyes with a big grin. “Yeah, we did.”

“OH MY GOD,” Zendaya jumps up and down, slapping Azzi’s shoulder.

“Calm down,” the younger one blushes.

“No, tell me EVERYTHING.”

“I am not gonna tell you everything.”

“Okay but tell me something,” Zendaya keeps on pushing.

“Well, she’s actually way cuter than you’d think, and really down to earth,” Azzi smiles. “And very observant. It was everything I imagined. And so, so hot. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Zendaya replies. “You gonna see her again soon?”

“I don’t know, we fell asleep after, you know, and then I left her this morning when she was still asleep. But I left her a text, telling her to text me when she wakes up.”

“And has she?”

“I haven’t checked.”

The two actresses enter a sushi restaurant and order their food and proceed to take their seats in the corner of the restaurant.

“Check your phone now,” Zendaya urges.

“Fine,” Azzi says and takes up her phone.

No notifications from the blonde one. But one from Ice Brady.

Ice Brady: Someone had a good night? *Photo attached*

“Oh. My. God.” Azzi says with her mouth wide open.

“What?”

“Ice sent me a screenshot from The Hollywood Reporter, there’s pictures of me and Paige leaving the club yesterday,” Azzi sighs. “Fuck, they’re fast.”

“Let me see,” her friend says and grabs the phone. “”’Is Azzi Fudd the new groupie of The Huskies’ Paige Bueckers?’ What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Cute pic tho, I like how she’s holding onto your wrist as if her life’s depending on it.”

“Yeah, the picture in itself isn’t the problem,” Azzi makes a face. “It’s more about the story they’re gonna invent from it.”

“You know this will blow over in a few days,” Zendaya comforts her friend. “After all, it’s just a photo of you guys escaping the paparazzi. It would have been another thing if they caught you kissing or something.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Azzi nods. “As long as they don’t have any photo evidence, it’s just empty claims.”

—

The scent of Azzi Fudd overwhelms Paige the second she wakes up. She can’t help but inhale deeply, smiling at her senses. Until she stretches out her arms and slowly realizes that she’s alone in bed.

“Azzi?” she mumbles confused as she opens her eyes and looks around. But there was no sight of the actress anywhere.

A pang of sadness hits Paige. Did she leave? And when did she leave? What if she left the second Paige fell asleep last night?

Paige puts on her sweats and walks to check the bathroom. No one there. She goes to the hall and sees that Azzi’s shoes are gone.

But before the sadness fully takes over, Paige grabs her phone and sees the notification from the woman.

Azzi Fudd: Good morning! I had a photoshoot this morning, that’s why I had to leave so early. I hope I didn’t wake you up. I had a great time with you, text me when you’re awake:)

Paige checks the time. It is 1 pm right now, and Azzi sent that around 8 am. It warms Paige’s heart that she had texted her.

But before Paige can even respond, Aubrey calls her.

“Wassup,” she answers the phone.

“Bro, good morning to you. Is Azzi there?” Aubrey asks.

“No, no she’s not,” Paige replies confused. “Why?”

“Have you been on your phone yet?”

“No, I just woke up. What’s going on?”

“The paparazzi pictures of you and Azzi are going viral, and the headlines are that Azzi is your new groupie.”

Paige shakes her head in surprise. Well not surprise, she’s well aware and experienced how the media paints things awfully. But she never gets used to the audacity of the media.

“Shit, I gotta call Azzi,” Paige just says.

“Before you do, how was your night?” Aubrey asks.

“Ugh, it was amazing. Azzi Fudd is unreal,” Paige smiles. “I guess dreams do come true.”

“Aw, you’re adorable. Can I be your bridesmaid at your wedding?”

“Shut up,” Paige says, annoyed and slightly amused. “I’m hanging up now.”

Paige goes on social media to check what’s going on, and indeed what Aubrey had told her was true. ‘Azzi Fudd joins the obsession every teenage girl seems to have with The Huskies singer’, ‘Paige Bueckers newest conquest is none other than the Golden Globe winner Azzi Fudd’, and so on. Every headline wanted to paint Paige as a notorious fuckboy, and Azzi as the slutty victim, and it made Paige’s blood boil.

The singer calls the actress.

“Hey you,” Azzi answers the phone. “Awake now?”

Paige calms down immediately at the sound of the actress.

“Hey, yeah. You know, you were allowed to wake me up and say bye,” Paige says with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry for leaving like that,” the actress says.

“Nah it’s cool, I just mean that you don’t have to be afraid to wake me up, like at all. Even if you just wanted to tell me that you’re going to the bathroom, it would be okay, you know?” Paige quickly says, not wanting to make Azzi feel guilty about leaving like that.

“Is this for future reference, you mean?” the actress smiles.

“Exactly,” Paige says, her heart beating faster, knowing that they both somehow had just confirmed that there might be another night like the last one.

“Gotcha. How did you sleep?”

“So good,” Paige answers. “But you must've gotten only like five hours tops, judging by the time you sent the text.”

“Yeah I’m a little tired today, not gonna lie. I forgot to set an alarm, so I woke up by Zendaya calling me, asking me where I was,” Azzi tells her.

“Damn, how did I not wake up by that,” Paige says.

“You were pretty much knocked out,” Azzi chuckles.

“I wonder why,” Paige smirks.

“Hmm, I have some ideas,” Azzi playfully says.

Paige hesitates for a second before she decides that it’s best to not play around it.

“Have you been on social media yet?” Paige asks.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’ve seen them?” Azzi states more than asks.

“Yeah. How are you feeling about it?”

“It’s fine. I mean it’s nothing new. If it’s not this then it’s something else. What can you do? As Zendaya said, this will blow over in a few days. Some influencer might cheat on someone tomorrow, who knows.”

Hearing those words was extremely comforting to Paige, and she finally understands why celebrities often date other celebrities. She felt instant gratitude for Azzi’s calm and mature approach to it all. Someone who’s not in the public eye would probably freak out by now.

“God, it felt good to hear you say that,” Paige confesses. “I didn’t like the way they painted you out to be just another girl for me. I mean-”

Paige panics a little bit, not having realized fully what she had said and how it can be interpreted. Even though Azzi Fudd obviously isn’t just another girl for her, it felt weird to acknowledge that this early on.

“Don’t worry,” Azzi cuts her off. “It’s fine.”

The singer hears Azzi’s words, but it still doesn’t make her less upset about those headlines.

“Just… Promise me you’ll tell me if it ever gets to you?” Paige says softly, and Azzi’s heart skips a beat. “I don’t want to tarnish your image.”

“Paige…” Azzi says with a sad smile, just as softly. “It’s not your fault.”

The way she said it, with that soft voice, with a tone that makes you feel so seen and so cared about, it moved Paige.

“Still,” she whispers.

“I promise,” Azzi says firmly. “If you promise to let me know if it ever bothers you too.”

“Deal,” Paige says.

“So, how long are you gonna stay here in LA?”

“Why, you tryna see me again?” Paige teases.

“Nah,” Azzi deadpans.

“I’m actually leaving tonight.”

“For real?”

“Yeah,” Paige sighs.

“Well shit,” Azzi says. “Where are you going?”

“Portland. We’re playing about eight more shows on this North America tour, which is about two weeks. Then we have a little break until the Europe tour.”

“Busy girl,” the actress just states.

“You’re the one to talk, miss working-early-on-a-saturday-morning,” Paige chuckles.

“I guess we’re both busy women,” Azzi says, wondering reluctantly to herself if their schedules will be an issue for their newfound friendship.

“But you should come see me in Minnesota before we go to Europe,” Paige says, so casually.

Azzi lets out a breath of amusement. This girl really makes everything so easy.

“I mean, if you can and want to,” the singer adds.

“I’ll make sure my schedule is free for that,” Azzi smiles from ear to ear. “Wouldn’t want to miss Minnesota when Paige Bueckers is there to be my guide, would I?”

“It’s a once in a lifetime experience, what can I say?” Paige chuckles. “So, I guess I’ll see you in two weeks?”

“I guess so,” Azzi replies. “Oh and Paige?”

“Yeah?”

“Just know that you’re not what the tabloids make you out to be,” the actress says softly. “Like, at all. They don’t know you.”

Paige swallows hard and takes a deep breath. Azzi had struck a nerve with that comment, probably not realizing how much Paige struggles with what the tabloids say about her. What anyone says about her, really. It had mostly been okay, but from time to time they would tear her down, make her out to be something she’s not, and it always made Paige feel so small and tenuous. How sheer hatred could get in her head on a random night, just reading her own comment sections. She should be better at handling it by now, and she has become better, but not anywhere near how she wants to be. It might be hard to imagine, how the confident lead singer in a famous band, who never seems to be fazed by anything, actually really gets affected by false narratives about her.

That’s why it meant a lot to her to hear Azzi say that. A lot more than Azzi probably understands.

Paige croaks out a weak “I appreciate that”.

“I’ll see you in two weeks then, blondie,” Azzi says, wrapping up their phone call.

“Can’t wait.”

They say their goodbyes, and hang up the phone. Paige just sits on her bed, replaying every single word said between them just now. Azzi sure knows how to calm her down without even trying.

Six hours later, and the band is on their way to Portland in their tour bus. It’s a spacious one with bunk beds and even a couch and a TV in the back, where they’re currently sitting, trying to do some songwriting while on the road.

Paige is sitting comfortably on the couch with an unplugged electric guitar in her hands, playing some chords, trying to come up with some melodies.

“Mhm, how do you know everything I haven’t told you yet,” the singer hums. “How are you able to meet me in the middle when I’m all the way over here?”

“I like that,” Sarah nods along. “Do it again,” she says and records it on voice memos on her phone. Paige sings it again.

“I’ll name the recording ‘Azzi Fudd’,” Sarah says with a huge grin on her face, and KK and Aubrey burst out laughing.

Paige’s eyes widen. The audacity of the bass player. “Sarah!” she exclaims.

“What, is it not about her? Do you have anyone else in mind?” Sarah innocently asks.

“I don’t- I mean I-” Paige stammers. “Fuck y’all. I’m not writing any more.”

“No come on, we’re just messing with ya,” KK says, walking over to the singer and gives her a hug. “We’re just not used to hearing you write happy lyrics, that’s all. But we love to hear it.”

“What do you mean, I’ve written lots of happy lyrics,” Paige mutters, feeling more embarrassed than mad.

“Okay girly pops,” KK says sarcastically.

“What did you guys do after we left the club last night, by the way?” Paige asks to change the subject.

“We just hung out with Zendaya,” Aubrey answers. “She’s cool.”

“Yeah, she’s like our friend now,” Sarah chimes in.

“Aww, did you guys make a friend, I’m so proud of you” Paige coos like a proud parent and pinches Sarah’s cheeks.

“Stop,” Sarah moves away from the blonde.

“She told us all about how it was to film Dune and Challengers, it was really cool to hear, and now I kinda want to watch them all again,” KK says.

“Yeah, let’s have a movie night!” Aubrey agrees. “With lots of snacks.”

“But I wanna watch a Azzi Fudd movie,” Sarah says. “I don’t think I’ve ever watched one.”

“Bruh, what? How can you not have seen any of her movies? You live under a rock?” Paige frowns.

“I’m not really into those types of movies,” the bass player shrugs. “I just watch horror and comedy.”

“You mean you only watch unserious movies,” the singer deadpans.

“If Azzi Fudd would’ve done a horror movie, you would’ve loved it,” Sarah argues.

“Maybe… But that would probably be a Jordan Peele type of horror movie then, not those horrible indie horror movies you watch,” Paige says.

“Don’t-”

“OKAY, whatever, y’all can fight about Azzi Fudd’s movies another time, I wanna watch Dune!” KK interrupts.

“Nah, Sarah has to watch Ricochet now,” Paige protests. “You gotta see Azzi in it, she’s incredible.”

“You can’t go a day without seeing your girl?” KK crosses her arms, really wanting to watch Dune.

“Bro, I’m not gonna be able to see her in two weeks, don’t even start,” the singer responds.

“Two weeks? You’re not gonna go home to see your family during break?” Aubrey asks.

“No I am… She’s gonna come to Minnesota.”

“Oh.”

“Girl, you’re down bad,” KK just says. “But we’re gonna watch Dune anyway.”

Paige just shakes her head, letting KK have it this time.

After all, she’s gonna see the actress in person soon again.

Two more weeks.

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#azzi fudd #paige bueckers #pazzi #pazzi fics

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A Dream Like You

Female reader x Aaron Hotchner

A/N: I did something… hormonal 💀 may delete later

summary: you and Aaron share a bed on a case. oh, also you’re both in love with each other and totally oblivious. And sexually frustrated 🫠

cw: Idk how ratings work but I’m pretty sure this is explicit. (sm*t?) No mention of Y/N! Also quite a bit of swearing, which is unusual for me.

A/N (main): this is my first time writing anything remotely sexual. It’s short! I was writing something completely different but it ended up as… idk what this is. Also I’m sorry for any typos. Enjoy 💀

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You wake up to the most perfect warmth enveloping you. And the delightful smell of soap and a citrus scented laundry detergent. You sleepily bury your nose into the smell. Except the source of the smell is Aaron, who immediately startles awake at your movement, only to go completely still when he realises you’re the reason for the wonderful warmth pressed against him. He tries to move away but you pull him closer, pushing your breasts against his chest and your leg between his thighs, dangerously close to his now extremely hard cock.

You move against him in your sleep, rocking against his sensitive underside, causing him to moan. This was bad. So bad. He really needed you to wake up.

“Hey”, he whispers.

“Mmm”, you mumble into your bedmates neck. “It’s so nice here. Don’t want to get up”.

God you were killing him. He tries to move away, not wanting to disturb your much needed sleep, but you just hold onto him tighter. Were arms supposed to feel this good?

“Please wake up”, he pleads. You needed sleep, but if you kept rubbing against him, he was going come, and then things would be very very uncomfortable. He tries to shake you awake but you rock your hips against him again.

“Fuck”, he hisses, pleasure rushing through him. Your sleepy mind finds immense satisfaction at his voice and starts moving against him harder.

“Oh God”, he chokes.

“You feel so good baby”, you whisper in his ear. You throb with desire. “I need you”, you whine, the friction from your movement sending you into a state of bliss. God you’ve never had a sex dream this good.

Aaron feels his heart race with your movement but it’s your words that cause him to get harder. How was he supposed to forget how you called him baby? He tries to shake you off.

“You need to wake up. I-“, his words are cut off by an uncontrollable gasp of pleasure that escapes him.

You feel desperate for the feeling of him inside you. “Fuck me. Please fuck me”, you beg. It takes all of Aaron’s willpower to push you off of him and he jams a pillow between you. He immediately gets on his feet, needing to get away from you. You let out a disappointed whimper and that’s all he can take before he rushes into the bathroom. He turns the water on in the shower before stepping under it, trying to get the cold water to cool him off. But nothing is helping. He wraps his fingers around his hard shaft, slowly moving it up and down. He grits his teeth together, the memory of your words making it almost impossible to not vocalise his pleasure, but you were still asleep and if you woke up, he’d have to explain why he was so flushed. So he tries his best to be quiet. Your voice plays in his head - “you feel so good baby”. He strokes himself faster. “I need you”. His knees buckle in pleasure. “Fuck me. Please”. His mind goes blank as he experiences an euphoric climax and his legs shake as his gratification covers the bathroom tile. Fuck. He’s never got himself off that fast. Shit. He just fucked himself thinking about you. He immediately feels a surge of guilt. He is your boss. He is not supposed to feel this way about you. And you had thought you were sleeping. He has no excuse for his behaviour. He towels himself off and checks his watch for the time. 4am. It’s too early to get up but he cannot get back into bed with you there so he gets dressed. He leaves a note explaining that he’s gone to the precinct to work on the case and that you should join later with everyone else, then quietly slips out of the room.

The sound of the door closing stirs you from your sleep. You reach for your nightstand to check your watch, but find nothing. The panic of being in a strange room makes you sit up and you remember that you’re in a hotel room on a case. You reach to the right for your watch again only to realise you’re not on the side of the bed you slept on. And that you’re alone but you hadn’t been when going to bed. You notice the note on his nightstand. Of course he was already up at 4am. Unless you had kicked him out of bed by rolling onto his side? Oh God, you hope not. And why did you feel so… sensitive? You notice the pillow between your thighs. You recall your dream, and his sounds of pleasure, groaning in frustration and burying your face in the pillow. Only you’re overwhelmed by the smell of Hotch. It’s enough to have you throbbing again. You’d just had a sex dream of your boss. While in bed within him. Why couldn’t you be attracted to anyone else? It was so embarrassing. And completely inappropriate. You had to pull yourself together. But you felt a desperate ache between your thighs. And the smell of him was overwhelmingly good. Before you can really think about what’s happening you bring one hand to your breast, palming yourself through your shirt and slip your other hand into your sleep shorts, rubbing your sensitive nub. Were dreams supposed to be that vivid? The memory of his body against yours has you imagining your fingers are his. You slip one finger inside, then two. His would be so much thicker, so filling. You throb against your digits at the thought. You can almost hear his moans. You fuck yourself harder. God it feels so good.

“Yes Aaron”, you pant, and you’re not sure if you’re thankful that he’s not here. You pinch your nipples as you swipe at your sensitive bundle of nerves and suddenly remember the sound of him whimpering. It’s enough to make you see white. Your orgasm rips through you and you’re soaked in sweat by the time you come down from your high. You stare at the ceiling, contemplating when you’ve ever had an orgasm that good. Never.

You were so fucked.

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A/N P.S. : I hope you liked it! should I post the writing that inspired this? It’s pretty much the opposite of this - far away from smut land and very much the capital of pining city. It’s much more my usual style. Anyway let me know what you think :)

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#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #bau team #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #smut #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #emily prentiss #derek morgan

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