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muscle memory | p. wb

waiter!wonbin x waitress!reader | 5.9k words

WONBIN ANON(S) THIS ONE IS FOR Y’ALL!

contains: random idols mentioned for world building, semi-public sex, unprotected sex

you sat next to the pass waiting for the food you ordered for your table to be put out. it was ironically one of the few areas in the restaurant where you could gather your thoughts despite objectively being in the middle of all the chaos. this was the one place in the restaurant where you could actively see all moving parts in the restaurant coming together. next to the pass was also the personal dining room of you and your coworkers, the designated spot where discarded food was up for grabs. so you basked in the organized chaos of your restaurant while eating almost cold parmesan aioli fries.

from your seat on your barstool you could see the cooks in the open faced kitchen work preparing people’s food. you could see the fire coming to life in their woks, and how they didn’t flinch away. you could hear them yelling out terms and phrases to eachother about dishes. you perked up when you heard the items of the dish you were waiting for be called out. you looked down the line quickly, but went back to your slouching position when nothing you needed was there.

you sat there eating the discarded food, half focused on putting something in your empty stomach while half focused on the sounds around you. you waited to hear the signature ding of a new dish being done, but all your ears could pick up was the sound of more tickets being printed and the low-volume music playing in the kitchen. if you got close enough enough and if it was loud enough you could sometimes recognize the words and sing along. you had built up a rapport with them that way, singing along to their songs and passing along compliments from the customers. when they were feeling generous enough, they would even prioritize your staff meal and actually make your on the fly items quickly.

you couldn’t decipher the song in the kitchen. it was drowned out by the million other sounds happening around you. you heard your fellow server yelling into the kitchen about something being made wrong. you looked up to see it was giselle, nearly sitting on the pass to lean as far as she could into the kitchen. any argument she tried to start failed. you knew it would be forgotten after closing, but in the moment it seemed intense. curses were being thrown over the wall on both sides and made it down the line. you wondered if you would have to call for shotaro to mediate the situation, but everyone seemed unbothered as they continued with their job. in less than a minute, giselle was handed her food and she had a smile on her face as she made her way back to the dining room. after seeing the exchange, all you could do was shake you head and go back to your fries.

you had learned a long time ago to stand off to the side when altercations happen. you only recently got in the good graces of most the people you worked with. the last thing you needed was to be put on someone’s shit list for rightfully asking for your food to be ready, or to ask them to calm down.

that was a big problem you developed working here. becoming fine with getting the short end of the stick. if anton sat a seven-top, two five-tops, and three two-tops in your section you only smiled and nodded your head. if someone asked you to come in for them even if you didn’t want to, you said yes. if one of your coworkers asked for your helped even if you were swamped you ran twice as fast to make sure you could save them. you never dared to yell, stomp your feet, or say no. you took it as penance for no other reason than simply existing. you knew everyone was aware of your pushover personality, you just hoped eventually they would give you grace.

normally, you would’ve set your foot down by now, at the very least set up boundaries for your coworkers on what they could ask for. you practiced the speech a million times, each one unique to the unfair things your coworkers would ask for. anton it would be about sitting too many big parties in your section. giselle would be how she rushes too much. winter would be about her laziness when it comes to being on the pass. sungchan’s would be that he helps too much, making you feel inferior at your job. but you keep it all at bay for penance, to make yourself pay for how you unfairly judged your perfect coworker.

you had been hired at the company two months ago. it was hard to navigate at first, having to swallow your pride from not finding a job in your career field. any shame you felt melted after hearing their were multiple “young professionals” at your job. you were even more excited to hear that there was actually someone else with the exact same degree as you, and seemingly went to the same school as you. before you could ask any questions the interview went on, and any questions about other people cleared your mind when you got the job.

when wonbin almost ran into you on your first day, you dropped all of your drinks. it came as a surprise, seeing a face you hadn’t seen in so long. he was different, his black hair that never touched his ears went past his chin now, and he was faster on his feet. he also was the apodeictic leader of the waitstaff, earned through his lack of mistakes, ability to speak his mind, and being a guest favorite. in that moment it became clear who the person that had the same major as you was, and it was too late to quit. you had gotten a taste for the money, and this was the only job on the market that would hire you.

so you stuck through it, swallowing your pride each time wonbin helped you correct a mistake or appease an angry customer. you were grateful for the help, and to have someone who knew what they were doing by your side. something would randomly hit you like a pang in your chest realizing wonbin was better at this than you. all the times you bested him in school seemed to pale in comparison to this, something that actually mattered.

while you were with your trainer sungchan you were distracted, keeping an eye out for wonbin so you could ignore his gaze. what bothered you even more was the fact that wonbin was unbothered. with an exception for the first time he saw you, everything was business as usual with him. he was nothing like the wonbin you used to know, who was petty and didn’t let things go. this wonbin didn’t bring up your past to you or anyone who asked how you two knew eachother. this wonbin only simply said you two went to school together, greatly undermining the time you two together.

working with wonbin took weeks to get used to. they were slow steps forward, finally making it out of the initial awkwardness to exchange pleasantries.

you finally were able to have a conversation with your coworkers while wonbin was present. before you would simply go silent when he came around, avoiding eye contact when he would ask you a question directly.

the conversation was what it normally was during slow mornings, complaints regarding work. you had to spend a ridiculous amount of money on the uniform with no help from upper levels of management. sungchan and giselle shared your complaints, even talking about how later down the line you would have to pay for dry cleaning.

“what would you suggest to fix the situation?” wonbin asked.

it was a question directed at you, unavoidable as wonbin titled his head. you thought for a moment before keeping eye contact with wonbin.

“they could have designated days of the month where they take all of our stuff to dry clean for cheap.” you reasoned.

you felt your heart pound in your chest as you held eye contact with wonbin. you were expecting a rebuttal from him, from anyone before you saw sungchan nod his head.

“there’s discounts for bulk at that place a couple blocks down.” giselle said.

“they could also pay us for buying parts of our uniform.” you added on.

”that would be a dream.” sungchan said.

all of you nodded in agreement before dispersing to get back to your jobs. wonbin hesitated for a second, and your own steps faltered. but he only cleared his throat and went his separate way to tend to a newly sat table.

within two says, there was a list pinned to the corkboard wall for dry cleaning. three times a month, designated days were listed neatly. you already saw a few names, wonbin’s at the very top. you also saw a stack of new waiter aprons and a request sheet to fill out for missing or replacement uniform pieces. you looked around in the break room, feeling angry burn in your chest and eyes. you were hostile the rest of the day, taking it out of your coworkers and customers that were snappy to you first. you didn’t let it out until you caught wonbin in the back of house, sitting in the managers chair as he collected his tips. the anger surged through your fingertips and your feet, causing you to stomp into the room.

“really wonbin?” you called out.

he seemed confused, looking up from his money to your frown.

“what?” wonbin asked.

“i get that this is the first time in your life probably being in a higher up position, but that doesn’t give you the right to claim them as your own.” you quietly yelled.

wonbin sat in the chair, staring at you in shock while your chest finally loosened. the shock and confusion was replaced anger of his own, and you could see wonbin take a deep breath before leaning back in the chair. he looked at you with a calm and even expression now, your exact opposite. he turned in his chair to go back to counting the money.

“i see you haven’t changed one bit.” he said simply.

somehow, that hit you harder than any insult could’ve. it had you averting your gaze from wonbin again, focusing on stacks of paper and the sound of the printer. he said nothing else to you, just letting you bask in the shame of your anger.

when you turned tail to leave you were face to face with a manager, thanking you for your smart idea about the dry cleaning.

“hands please!” winter yelled down the pass.

you snapped up from the barstool, swallowing the week old memory and the stale food so fast it felt like a lump in your throat. you wiped your face with the back of your hand before using a wet napkin to clean your fingers.

you made a straight line for winter working on expo while pinching your server apron between your fingers to dry them. winter’s piercing voice was like a bat signal for the servers, when she spoke suddenly everyone was there. sohee pushed open the two-way door from the kitchen to come to her, with sungchan trailing close behind. eunseok and seunghan were lucky they didn’t have to worry about friday nights, but they had their own personal hell on sunday mornings.

winter handed off everyone’s dishes one by one. you saw more and more people rush off as they had the orders they needed. you waited patiently for winter to hand you the plates.

by the time almost everyone else was gone, you were left with your ungarnished plates.

“i’m swamped, and desserts are coming out soon. can you finish this off for me?” winter asked.

winter posed it as a question and you knew you could say no, but it felt like an order. she barely finished her sentence before she was moving back down the pass, tearing the tickets off to impale them on the metal spindle next to your fries. the pass was empty, and winter relaxed on the barstool to eat your food.

your response to winter sat at the tip of your tongue. your stomach growled, and you started to imagine your tables waiting for their food. were they hungry like you were while you watched winter scarf down the rest of your fries? you could’ve told winter no, to tell her to do your job like you had to do yours. but when you saw wonbin coming to the pass from the dining room you bit your tongue before turning to your plates to garnish.

wonbin saw you finishing the plating. he had empty plates in his hand and was making a path for the dishwasher, but you garnishing your dishes stopped him dead in his tracks. he turned to look at and winter quickly turned to look at him, getting up from her seat to try and look busy working. he saw right through it, tilting his head as she looked at the blank computer screen.

“really winter?” wonbin said.

she quickly shrugged and her eyes got wide to defend herself.

“she doesn’t mind.” she said defensively.

wonbin got a little closer, trying not to make his voice heard.

“she has three large parties all sat within five minutes of eachother. you should do your job so she can do hers.” he said.

winter’s eyes softened sympathetically when wonbin told her about the amount of people. she nodded her head and wonbin headed off to the back of house. he passed by you while you finished your final dish, not sparing you a second glance.

you strategically placed the dishes on the bigger black plate, hoisting it off the pass to rest it on your shoulder. you stole a glance at wonbin for a second, and you could see his eyes dart to the amount of food balancing on your shoulder. the food to feed your seven-top weighed down on you, but you had to start getting the food out now to give yourself grace for the five-top. you could feel winter’s eyes on you as you slowly found the right position for the plate. you turned and started heading for the dining room when you saw sungchan heading straight towards you.

before you could head to the dining room with your food, winter called out to you.

“i have to get this food out to my table.” you said as politely as possible.

“i’ll garnish for the rest of the night. sorry about that.” winter apologized.

the food started to hurt your shoulder, but the acknowledgement and apology from winter made the food feel a little lighter. you nodded your head thankfully before turning back to the dining room.

the rest of the dinner rush went as expected. things went wrong, you had to be bailed out, you had to bail others out. you got tipped well sometimes but got tipped the worst for the bigger parties. you wore yourself ragged jumping up and down for the customers and your coworkers. you ended up staying behind to do opening duties, something that should’ve been reserved for the openers. you were the last of the waitstaff to leave, saying a goodbye to your manager as he locked the door behind you.

when you finally left through the back door into the parking lot, your shift was nearly eleven hours. a quarter after one, calculating your route home made your slippers drag across the paved parking lot as you made your way to your car. you could feel some gravel find its way between the slipper and your foot. the small sharp rock poked through your sock and was stabbed against your foot, but you didn’t care. it paled in comparison to the pain of being on your feet all day. maybe the acupuncture could relieve some of the stress that weighed down on your shoulders.

the sound of your car waking up to you pressing the unlock button distracted you from wonbin on the other side of the parking lot. it wasn’t until he rolled down his manual windows and called out your name that you saw he was there. you have to blink a few times to realize who it was. exhaustion made your eyes droop and a little blurry. when your vision focussed you saw he was beckoning you to come to him. you looked at your car, so ready for you to get inside and drive home. but the guilt your situation carried your tired legs to wonbin’s car. he motioned you to the passenger side. you pulled on the lock handle once, and after wonbin let out an evil giggle he unlocked the door.

you sat quietly in the passenger seat, listening to the quiet music in wonbin’s car. you were only illuminated by the lamppost in the parking lot and the small light in the front seat. you stared straight ahead, awkwardly sitting upright waiting for wonbin to say what he needed to say. his thumbs tapped on his steering wheel, trying to get out what he needed to say.

“you’re overworked.” he said.

you scoffed and shook your hair lightly. you pressed a finger to your temple and turned to look outside.

“everyone is overworked.” you say.

“you are taking on a bigger workload for no reason.” you kept your head turned outside, desperately trying to ignore the caring tone in wonbin’s voice. “just because someone tells you to do something, doesn’t mean you have to.” he says.

“i do it because i want to.” you say quietly.

now it’s wonbin’s turn to scoff at you. you turn your head and narrow your eyebrows.

“what?” you say defensively.

“you want to garnish your own dishes when you have two five-tops and a seven-top waiting on their food?” wonbin asked you a question, but didn’t wait for your answer before shaking his head “give me a break.” he said.

you clench your hands at your sides, trying desperately to remain calm. but wonbin finds ways to push your buttons, found ways to make you so mad. the fake worry, the way he watched your every move without you knowing, the way he was right.

“it’s none of your business what i do.” you said.

“are you just going to keep letting everyone boss you around? do you plan on ever standing up for yourself?” he said.

wonbin had let of of the steering wheel, using his hands to argue with you like he always used to do. you cross your arms into your chest and tilt your head condescendingly.

“you don’t know anything.” you sneer.

“i know you’re making yourself suffer for no reason.” wonbin takes off his beanie, running a stressed hand through his hair. you keep your eye on his hand after sparing a glance to how his hair falls perfectly on his face. “is it because you thought i stole your ideas? so you just don’t advocate for yourself anymore?” he asked.

the incident hadn’t been brought up by either of you since it transpired. you half hoped he would’ve forgotten, but you knew wonbin always remembered. you had to pretend like you didn’t care when you shook your head, turning to look out the window.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you lied.

“oh okay.” wonbin laughed. “just because you think we still have childish beef from college doesn’t mean you get to act the way you do.”

“i’m just not used to you being better than me at things.” you say.

it’s a challenge, the way you look at wonbin from your relaxed position on the door. you let your eyes go over his face a million times, resting on his lips after you lick yours. you almost forgot about the rush you got with pushing wonbin’s buttons. the feeling was freeing after a long day of running around for other people all day without saying a single smart remark.

wonbin thinks about the type of person he is now. he thinks about how you two have been in this situation before, with you baiting him. you looked at him the same way you did now. back then he perceived the look in your eye as combative. but now, realization dawned on him. how he had never noticed before was beyond him. his eyes got wide as you leaned in with a smirk on your face. wonbin is timid, refusing to let his mind do something he might regret.

you the one that closes the space between you and wonbin by coming over the center console. you linger there for a second, waiting for his hand to come to your neck before you pull away.

”i’m not sorry by the way,” you brush hair out of wonbin’s face. “you should’ve told you were going to do that before you did it.” you say.

wonbin nods his head, completely giving up any argument he could’ve had with you. your smile is bright—you’ve bested him at another thing.

“i’ll do whatever you want.” he said.

you smiled before going back to wonbin’s lips. his hand on the back of your neck kept you in place, and his tilting head forced you to let him take the lead. you fought for it back through an iron grip on his shirt, pulling him forward.

wonbin settled for letting you stick your tongue in his mouth to let his hand wander your body. he rested over your chest, lightly squeezing your breasts before moving down to your hips. he pulled you forward slightly, a hand underneath your ass lifting for from your seat. you pull away and sigh. wonbin looks at your expectantly, and you let him worry for just a moment before clearing the center console with your legs and straddling him.

“you’re still bossy.” you said matter-of-factly.

“you know, i’m technically not your boss.” wonbin said.

he waited to say it until after his lips were already glossy with your spit and you were straddling his lap. even if whatever you were going to end up doing to wonbin wasn’t allowed, you were too far in now to back down. nothing he said would’ve stopped you from working the buttons on his shirt, or his hands that cupped your chest.

“we can’t get in trouble for whatever we do.” wonbin continued.

he looked up from your chest to look at you. he let your hand go to the buttons on his shirt before he went to yours. it was deliberate and slow, each button made the tension in the car go up. your shirts weren’t even undone all the way before your lips clashed together again.

the kisses were messy like they always were. both of your tongues were mingling, the wet muscles causing a mess on the corner of your lips. the sound of spit being swapped filled the car, and wt kisses cooled the heating skin of your faces. your hands gripped wonbin’s shoulders, and his hand went to your pants. the button was stubborn and wonbin got no help from his shaky hands. it took entirely too long to get your pants open enough for wonbin to plunge his hand underneath the waistband of your panties.

instantly, wonbin almost cursed at your desperation. you were so wet the fabric of your underwear stuck to your folds. he wasted no time slowly sliding a finger into your heat, his eyes focused on your face when he made it to the knuckle. he put his second finger in a little faster, bending them when you brought his lips back in for a kiss.

by the time wonbin put his third finger in your kisses devolved to sucking on his bottom lip. the way you were rutting your hips against his hand and gripping his bicep to keep his hand in place. wonbin watched you use him, unbothered by your desperation. seeing you get wound up so easily and hearing a quiet song about being all alone and needing someone made his dick twitch in his pants.

“been awhile?” wonbin asked.

wonbin’s words were laced with amazement, half talking about himself. the lewd wet sounds and whimpers from you both were already filling up the small space of his car. he was trying to make you feel better while you were still defensive. something in your mind still convincing you everything wonbin said was meant to be sarcastic, even if his pupils were blown wide looking at you.

“shut up.” you whine.

your whiny voice made your words bite less, and the way your hole fluttered around his fingers made wonbin want to keep going. he brought a hand behind your back to pull you further onto his lap. you pressed your chest against wonbin’s, still helplessly rocking your hips into his hand while whimpering into the crook of his neck. he cooed at you and gripped your side to keep you in place. it was the same bruising grip he would have on you in the relationship, one that he would always look at in pride the next morning.

his fingers pushed inside of you at a skilled pace, wonbin would have to pat himself on the back for keeping such a steady groove while he was getting needier by the second. too many times in your relationship he would get lost and chase his own pleasure, going to fast for your liking. but wonbin was matured now, he changed. he could finger you at a pace that made you want more instead of giving you too much, and he could hit the spots you used to like despite the awkward angling in his car. he bent his fingers, smirking to himself when he could feel your body tense.

“fuck.” you moaned into his neck.

you reached out a tongue to lick the hot skin of wonbins neck. he preened closer to your mouth, the only hint he would drop that he wanted you to mark him like old times.

wonbin figured you got the hint, because a desperate hand pushed down his work uniform to uncover previously hidden parts of his neck and chest. your eyes scanned for a second, trying to figure out how high your marks could go while still being hidden. you went for a place on his collarbone and your lips found the perfect spot as if from muscle memory.

“no one will see.” wonbin said.

his hands went to your ass, groping you over the fabric of your pants. he wedged one hand into your pants, reaching all the way down until he could get a handful of you.

you continued sucking on his skin as your hands went down to the tent in wonbin’s pants. you moved so hasty that you didn’t bother with the button. all you did was unzip his pants before reaching into the fly of his underwear to grab his dick. wonbin hiss as he bucked his hips into your hand. his tip was angry and red, glossy from the precum that seemed never ending. his dick sat upright and fit perfectly into your fist.

you wasted no time running your hand up and down wonbin’s length, the sound echoing off the walls in his car. wonbin started sucking on the exposed skin of your chest and laving any area his tongue could reach. you let your body lean back, a spare hand moving your shirt to expose more skin to wonbin. his hands started at your hips and worked their way up, grabbing anything he could. when wonbin got to the nape of your neck he pulled you in for a kiss. desperation from only getting chaste kisses turned to you pumping wonbin’s length faster. he continued to kiss you softly, hissing when the teeth of his zipper rubbed against his sensitive skin.

“does it hurt?” you asked breathlessly.

wonbin nods, reaching for the button of his pants. your shaking hands work together to unbutton the top, and you lift yourself up so wonbin can slide his pants halfway down his thighs.

you two look so pitiful, clothes only half off with forming bruises on your skin. the two of you were breathless only from making out and close to climaxing only from feeling eachother up. you almost forgot you were in the empty parking lot of your job, acting like a reckless horny teenager. if you had half a mind you would’ve gotten dressed and driven home to get ready for your shift tomorrow. but wonbin’s swollen lips called to you, and his dick twitched in your hand without you doing anything. you felt like you were wearing too many clothes and wonbin’s front seat gave you no space.

“should we go to the backseat?” wonbin asked.

you crawled over the center console a little to quickly. you laid down in the backseat, lifting your hips to take off your slacks and panties while wonbin put the driver seat back up. you kicked off your shoes and socks, putting them in the space behind your seat. your button up and bra followed, leaving you completely naked in wonbin’s backseat.

the situation barely had time to settle before wonbin was naked and following you to the back.

“how do you want it?” wonbin asked.

“i don’t know what position is best for car sex.” you said.

you forgot to lace your voice with sarcasm, or something sharp to show wonbin you were still mad. the words only came out whiny, putting a smile on wonbin’s face.

“just tell me what you want,” he runs a finger over the mark on your chest. “it’ll be a nice change of pace for you.” he smiles.

“you’re an asshole.” you said.

you roll your eyes before turning around. wonbin moves back, trying to give you the amount of space you need to get into your position. wonbin knew that you would put your ass up and spread your legs far enough where wonbin could slot between them. he helped you, moving your foot to plant on the floor in front of his so you could find more stability.

”spit” wonbin ordered.

his hand was underneath your mouth, and you gathered the saliva in your mouth to fall into his palm. wonbin’s hand retreated, and you could hear the sound of him spitting and his hand running up and down his dick.

“i haven’t done this in a long time.” wonbin tells you.

wonbin’s wet hand presses on your ass to bring you down slightly. when you hear him moving forward behind you and his tip prods at your entrance, you feel yourself getting lightheaded. the feeling almost makes you forget that you have to atleast try to be a little responsible.

“me neither. but you have to pull out.” you say.

“okay baby.” wonbin says behind you.

“i’m not your baby,” you almost recant your statement when wonbin pushes inside of you. “oh my god.” you moan.

“holy shit.” wonbin curses.

he’s still inside of you when he bottoms out. your walls waste no time clamping around him, almost like they’re trying to keep him inside of you. it’s blinding, and your body tries to adjust to the feeling of wonbin being inside of you again. you barely get used to the stretch before wonbin pulls out and pushes in again.

“so perfect. fits so perfect.” wonbin says.

you can only nod and whimper in agreement when he pushes in again. wonbin’s other hand presses to the side of your ass, spreading both cheeks. something so simple has you feeling something completely different. your whimpers turn you both into moaning messes as wonbin starts thrusting into your spread cunt. your skin is clammy, and wonbin’s hips start pressing against your ass faster and faster. you had to place a hand on the door in front of you for stability. when you tried pushing your hips back to meet wonbin’s he moaned behind you.

“i got you.” he said absentmindedly.

you reacted by reaching your other hand back, reaching for any part of him. wonbin gave you his hand, and then leaned forward to press his sweaty chest to your back.

“wonbin.” you cried.

“i know. i know.” he cooed.

wonbin wrapped his hand around your body, bringing his fingers down to your clit. you could feel his breath hot on the shell of your ear, and you could hear the sounds the sounds he stopped trying to contain. you lifted your back up slightly to be completely pressed against wonbin, so closed you could feel his heart thudding against your back. he sucked on your shoulder blades and let go of your hand wedged between your two bodies to place it over the hand on the door.

“are you close?” wonbin whispered into your ear.

“yes. so close.” you said.

wonbin continued his revolutions on your clit, and started rutting his hips into yours. he was close too, and it took everything in him to not lose himself then and there.

“kiss me baby.” wonbin nearly begged.

you didn’t have to be asked twice to turn your head as far as it would go. wonbin caught your lips hurriedly, placing kisses to your jaw and cheek before kissing your lips successfully. he was overstimulating you both, becoming distracted between all the ways you touched. the fogged windows of his car only made everything worse, heat just circling the area between you two.

you completely froze and no longer kissed wonbin back when you came. it was too hard to focus, each time your walls clamped around wonbin’s dick made you whine out helplessly. you wanted to cry when wonbin pulled away from your body to pull out. your sweat cooling on your ass and back mixed with wonbin’s hot cum. he moaned and pumped his length. he finally letting himself quickly rub at your clit to match the pace of his hand on himself. he kept going, long after the ropes stopped, trying to prolong the feeling of you both experiencing your highs together.

wonbin didn’t pull his hands away until your legs shook and a weak hand pushed his away. your ass went lower and lower and you said nothing while you caught your breath.

wonbin went to the center console of his car, opening it up to pull out napkins from his various takeout orders. he was delicate wiping himself from your back despite wishing he could keep it there forever. you murmured a tired thank you, still in your resting position. wonbin let himself slump into the seat after he cleaned you up, still trying to catch his breath as he pulled up his underwear. he looked at his foggy windows, then to you. wonbin let himself run his hands down the line of your back before affectionately tapping your butt.

“are you alright?” wonbin asked.

your moved from your spot, back on the seat to get more comfortable. wonbin could see sleep pull at your eyelids as you slowly nodded.

“tired.” you said simply.

wonbin nodded knowingly, moving your body so your head rested on his lap. it wasn’t long before your eyes closed all the way, muttering something about giving you ten minutes.

“go ahead.” wonbin ran his hands over creases of your face soothingly. “you got time.” he said

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Never Just Two

Ghoap / Reader

(Wheelchair User Reader)

Chap1, Chap2, Chap3

"A Sargeants Bad Luck"

Word Count: 2k

CW: Johnny can't leave well enough alone, misunderstandings to the max

You were starting to come out of your shell now. Gaining some real confidence. Defiance. Threading your personality into the tightly woven design of this team. You still avoided the couple, however it wasn't out of fear. You gave them the respect of coworkers, but because of their actions you made no effort to befriend them. Simon could handle and understand. But it was wearing on Johnny.

"How do we even apologize?"

He groans, laid back lazily in Simons bed. Who rolled his eyes at the dramatic scott.

"By apologizing."

The masked man grumbles in return. He knew a simple 'I'm sorry' wouldn't fix everything, but it would be a start. The real rough part was to do it, cause that meant they would have to directly explain their pathetic behavior of strategizing against a disabled coworker.

"She already hates us I swear it-"

Johnny sighs, sitting up with a frown. Watching you with Gaz and Price was driving him up the wall. He liked being close knit with his team, knowing them and fighting beside them. Maybe you weren't out on the field with a gun, but now you were officially one of them. And you didn't want a damn thing to do with him. You had every reason to, of course, he knows that. He wants to fix it. You have such a strange affect on Johnny, you make him so damn nervous.

He tried first with coffee. Leaving a cup ready for you in the common room, where you'd usually sit by your laptop doing your morning routine and chatting with Price. He can fix this, little things at a time. He was never exactly great at leaving things be.

But then he sees your face, scrunching with confusion staring at the mug in your spot. Johnny doesn't speak up yet, watching emotions flow through you. You take the mug, carrying it back to the counter. Mortified, he watches you pour it right down the sink. Turning to the coffee pot to pour yourself a new cup. As you prepare it, he realizes what happened. He wants to slam his head through a wall.

Fucking idiot.. He made it no where near how you like.

His next attempt, he was sure it would work this time. At least get him on your better side. Was to adjust some of the cupboards. Johnny noticed how sometimes you struggled to reach all the way up with your sitting position. Taking the time to remove the cheap box cupboards, and screw them in a bit lower on the wall. He was almost finished when Gaz interrupted him.

"Hey mate you wanna help with the recruit situation? Got a couple idiots fightin' in the mess hall."

John groans, nodding and heading out with the fellow sargeant to deal with it. The cupboards were mostly done, he just had a couple screws to tighten back up.

By the time he was walking back to continue, he hears a crash. And your voice cursing out. Gaz and Johnny look to eachother before rushing towards the common room. And where you were, holding the detached handle of the cheap cupboard, the rest of it fallen on the floor. It almost fell on you. Once again Johnny wanted to bash himself. He opens his mouth, but Gaz is already coming over to you.

"You alright?"

He asks, resting a hand on your shoulder. His free hand takes the cupboard door and tosses it on the countertop.

"I'm fine just-"

You glance at Johnny, blinking as you see the screwdriver poking out of his pocket. Your eyes shoot away from him. Lips pressing into a tight frustrated line.

"I'm good."

You mumble, reaching to grab something else from a more stable cupboard.

"So you're way of apologizin' is making her coffee that could give her diabetes and dropping a cupboard on her head?"

Simon asks, crossing his arms. Watching Johnny bump his forehead repeatedly against the bed post. The brit is leaned back in a chair, mug of tea in his hands as he watches his distressed scottsman.

"Tha fuck is wrong with me?"

Johnny mutters exasperated.

"You're pushing too hard. We'll apologize tomorrow. Leave it be Johnny."

Simon advises, his hand coming over to his partners shoulder. Giving him a stern squeeze. It was for the best. Give you some time to cool off from Johnny's attempts, hopefully you won't take his actions as more threats. They've done enough of that bullshit.

Johnny swallows.. leave it be. That's what he should do. That is the plan. Leave it be and tomorrow they'll get on track to make things better. He was never good at leaving things alone. He just drowns in the paranoia of your hatred. The way you look at him and Simon makes his stomach ache, embarrassed to admit that it matters to him what you think of them. They started off so harshly with you. Now he's left to watch you show the rest of the team utter warmth and acceptance, things they should have shown you.

Now they're fucked. Utterly fucked. He didn't leave it be. Far from that actually. Johnny slams the door shut behind him in the room. Looking pale with wide eyes. Simon raises a brow at him. Johnny swallows.

"I know ye said ta leave it-"

"What did you do?"

Simon growls, Johnny sucks in a breath. Slowly revealing what he was hiding behind his back. The footrests to your chair. Simons jaw snaps shut, snapping the cigarette in his mouth clean in half.

"What the fuck were you thinkin'!?"

Simon curses, wrenching the footrest from Johnny's hand. Looking down at it with furrowed brows. The blue eyed man starts his explanation.

"I thought I could fix it- she was talkin' all mornin' about it being too high. That it needs lowered cause it hurts her ankles- she was workin' out so I tried adjusting it and the damn thing just fell off-"

Rambling about how his intentions were to assist you. Make things better. But this was far from it.

"Johnny you don't fuck with a mobility aid."

Simon scolds instantly, eyes narrowed. He had a fucking plan. An apology to make. The damn bastard couldn't wait one night!? He runs a hand over his face with a groan.

"You couldn't put it back on?"

Johnny deflates.

".. The screw was stripped. Gotta find a new one that size-"

They're interrupted by harsh banging on the door. Johnny grimaces. Simon gives him a deadpanned glare. Should have let it be. Simon pushes the footrest back into his lovers hand, turning him with a push on the shoulder. Grumbling sarcastically.

"By all means love. Go explain yourself."

Johnny sighs and reaches to pull open the door. Opening his mouth to spew apologies but you don't even give him the chance.

"Where the hell do you get off!?"

You boom, face twisted in a snarl. You are fuming. Sitting in your chair, arms crossed, nails digging into your own skin. Eyes lit up in a furious glare. Your chest heaving up and down. Your feet hanging just above the ground is a sore reminder of Johnny's worst mistake of the day.

"Y'know- I was fine with letting you guys do your thing and not bothering you. But you have no fucking right to make my life hell when I haven't done a god damn thing to either of you!"

Johnny's throat is impossibly tight, strangled by his own actions.

"Lass I'm really-"

"Don't call me that. You call me by my name, or nothing at all."

You snap. He takes a breath and nods. Mumbling your name. Simon stands behind him tense and looking at you.

" 'm really fuckin' sorry. I never meant ta break it."

"Why would I believe that? You've been fucking with me all day!"

You say, brows furrowed. Johnny blinks, shaking his head as he tries to pitifully explain himself. A feared soldier on the battlefield, a menace of explosions and tech, now babbling out excuses to you.

"No- I swear- I was tryin' to find a way to apologize ta ye."

"Apologize? .. Then why wouldn't you just fucking say that?"

You huff.

Simon cocks his head to the side, looking at Johnny with a glare.

"Yeah Johnny, why didn't you just say that?"

He repeats, trying to beat his point into his stubborn partners head. They could have apologized and not been in this mess. Johnny swallows and gives Simon a glare from the corner of his eyes.

"Yer nae helpin'."

Simon rolls his eyes, looking at you again. For once, a little softer. You've been fucked over all day.

The blonde mindlessly adjusted his balaclava a bit, before clearing his throat. Gesturing you inside the room. You give him an untrusting look, before rolling your chair into the room, letting him shut the door behind you. You grumble something under your breath, snatching your footrests back from Soaps hands. Resting it on your lap for now.

Simon grasps Johnny by the nape of the neck, pressing down on him with an authoritative grip to sit down on the edge of the bed. They were going to talk. They were going to start making this right. By doing it the right fucking way so help him god.

"You got every right to be angry. You deserve a proper apology yeah? No excuses. Just the truth."

"Bit of an understatement.."

You mumble, making Johnny wince. Simon nods in understanding. You suck in a tight breath and continue.

".. I already told you I wasn't telling anyone about you guys- so what the fuck do you have against me? .. That I'm new? That I'm not Laswell? ....Is it because of the chai-"

"No!"

Johnny says quickly, Simon almost says it at the same time.

"It's nae like that.. we were right pricks. We know. I really was tryin' ta make it up to ye today. Jus' dinnae know how.. and kept fuckin' it up.."

Soap rubs the back of his neck, blue eyes full of remorse and swimming in guilt. Simon sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"We made a .. Few mistakes. We got off wrong from the start. The apology is long overdue. But we are sorry. We can pay for the repair."

You glance between the two of them with eyes of scrutiny, trying to dig for any hint of insencerity. When you find none you huff in annoyance, it would honestly be easier to hate them.

"Doesn't need a repair. Just a new screw. ... Just thought you did it on purpose."

You mutter. Johnny's shoulders sink.

"I promise ye I dinnae..I wouldn't."

Simon huffs, arm resting on Johnny's shoulder. He looks down at you.

"We're a team.. you're good for this team. We need to start treating you better. As one of us. .. Maybe we can start over right."

"No."

They blink at your rejection. But it's clear you're serious. You raise your brows at them.

"You guys don't just get to start over when you're assholes... Fix your actions instead."

You say, crossing your arms. Simon swallows thickly, you were right. You could go and tell Price of their treatment. Not only get them reprimanded, but you could come clean about all of them and get them in some real trouble.

"No more running around behind my back. Tell me when you want to help out.."

Johnny lifts his head at your words, opening his mouth. But you hold up a hand and give him a light glare.

"And no touching the chair anymore. Shouldn't have to say that at all."

You say, Johnny nods instantly.

"I deserve to be here. I know you're a Lieutenant, and I know you're a Sargeant. But I have a job to do too. Frankly it's to make sure you guys get back alive..... I'm not telling Price what happened."

Both men slack with relief. But you're not done yet.

"But if you pull that shit again. I'll transfer out. I know my worth. I'm not going to stay where I'm not wanted."

"We know-"

Simon starts.

"Then act like it."

You finish. Effectively silencing them. Simon gives a short nod to your order. In a way it was hard to describe the affect you had on them. Your strangely strong and suffocating presence. You weren't to be stepped on. You weren't to be taken lightly. Not anymore.

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hearts4golbach · 4 months

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could u do johnnie guilbert smut? maybe with him being sub? like whimpering and shit 💀 idk how else to explain lmao 😭

Disco Stick. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.)

warning: consensual sex under the influence of alcohol.

im not sure if all of this is true so if its not pretend it is!

The club was definitely not my first choice of entertainment, but it'd do. Me and F/n pulled up to the most popular club near us, hoping we'd meet new guys to spice up our boring lives.

we got in surprisingly quick and went to find somewhere to sit and get drinks. we settled on the bar, sitting in the very far corner so we wouldnt bother anyone. I ordered my usual while f/n decided not to drink at all so she could drive us home. sadly, next time id be designated driver.

"its boring over here, once you get your drink lets go walk around or something." she offered, sipping her sprite.

i nodded in agreement. shorty after, i finally got my drink and we got up to walk around. i sipped on my drink as we began to walk into a crowd. i was worried id spill it. i pushed through a couple people carefully, making not to disturb anyone. 2 guys with black hair stood in front of me, i began to swerve around them before one turned around, bumping into me. luckily, my drink didnt get spilt.

"shit, i am so sorry." i heard an old, oddly familiar voice apologize.

"its all good," i looked up to see his face. "no fucking way, johnnie? do you remember me from chemistry?"

excitement twinkled in his eyes as he smiled. "yeah, you were the best lab partner i ever had. how could i forget?"

"i remember you too!" jake said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"sorry, jake! how could i forget you, you always made chemistry genuinely funny!"

"junior year chem was the shit with the 3 of us!" johnnie added as he giggled.

"we should catch up! ill buy you 2 a drink!" i yell over the blaring music.

"im down." he grinned. i grabbed his hand and we walked back to the bar, f/n and jake behind us.

as we sat back down, i introduced them to f/n. "this is f/n, she didnt go to the same highschool as us but we went to middle school together and weve been friends ever since."

jake shook her hand and johnnie waved. "im jake, and this is johnnie." he said, tilting his head towards johnnie.

"hey! its nice to meet you guys." she smiled sweetly.

we spent a couple more hoirs drinking and reminiscing over all of the awkward but funny moments we had together. the three of us were the chemistry group as people would say. although we fucked off a lot, all of us ended with a 95% or higher because we made that class bearable. id rather not talk about my other grades, though.

by the time we were leaving, me and johnnie were drunk as fucking sailors. we held onto eachother, stuck like glue as we giggled over everything. we frequently tripped, unsure of our footing causing f/n or jake to help us regain our shared balance. i had my arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other holding onto the arm that was wrapped around my waist. me and johmnie clicked, just like old times.

f/n and jake threw us in the backseat. johnnie laid his head on my shoulder and i rested my head on top of his. i was nearly asleep before i was awoken by johnnie gagging loudly. "ew, what the fuck was that about?" i slurred.

"i felt like it." he laughed. i rolled my eyes and got out of the car as we parked. i dragged johnnie out behind me and gripped onto him the same way i had before.

while i was drifiting off, f/n and jake had decided theyd just stay the night at our apartment. me and johnnie were estatic about our sleepover. "why dont we just share your bed?" he smiled and laughed, making his eyes squint.

i sighed contently. "that sounds amazing. you can be my pillow." i smiled sweetly.

"of course." johnnie slurred, following me into my room.

"goodnight, lovebugs, sleep tight." f/n teased while jake ooo'd from the living room.

i laughed at her comment and laid in bed next to johnnie. he looked deeply into my eyes, looking like he had something to say but holding back. but i knew what he wanted to say, and i wanted to say it too. "i was in love with you all throughout highschool." i confessed.

"really?" his face brightened, "i was, too. theres not a day where you dont cross my mind, still." he admitted.

"me too, i was so scared to reach out. i wish you said something before we graduated." i frowned.

"me too." he whispered, his eyes flickering down to my lips then back up into my eyes. his blue eyes pierced through mine, making my insides turn to mush.

we gazed into eachothers eyes for a solid minute before i leaned in and kissed him. he immediately kissed me back, grabbing my waist and pulling me in. it was passionate and needy, making chills run down my spine. i pressed into him, wanting more. his tongue swiped my bottom lip. i ran my fingers through his hair before flipping us over and sitting on top of him. his hands carefully slid down to my ass, giving it a gentl squeeze before moving down to grip my thighs.

johnnie pulled back. "is this okay?" he asked, breathing heavily.

i nodded fast, pulling him back in. i grinded down onto his hard member, making him whimper quietly into my mouth. he began to take off my shirt, breaking the kiss long enough that i could get his off, too. i lazily unbuttoned his pants, not bothering to break the kiss. i felt his hot breath heavy on my face. i pulled his jeans down just enough so i could see his boxers.

"fuck, y/n," johnnie whispered, pulling my shorts and underwear off from under my skirt. he didnt bother removing it.

i desperately oulled his boxers down, revealing his hardened cock. i bit my lip as i looked up at him. "youre okay with this, right?"

"yes, please, i need you so bad." johnnie moaned quietly, gripping my hips as i

lined up my entrance with his tip.

i slowly began to sit, just as eager to feel him inside of me as he was. "you dont know how long ive wanted to do this, pretty boy. fuck, you feel so good." i moaned, leaning down to kiss his neck, i sucked and bit, leaving dark hickeys all over his neck and chest.

his fingertips left prints in my hips, which were most likely going to bruise in the morning but the pressure was perfect. he melted under my touch, whimpereing curses under his breath.

i sped up the pace, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. "youre so amazing," i moaned, placing my hands on his chest and tracing his tattoos.

"fuck, if you keep doing that im going to cum even quicker." he admitted, throwing his head back and biting down onto his lip.

i swiftly bounced on his cock, moaning and praises filled the room. "you fuck me so good." i tell johnnie, making his cock twitch inside of me.

"im going to cum," he whimpered and moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

"cum with me, johnnie." i cursed under my breath.

my body tensed as i felt my stomach swirl and knot. i hit my climax, slowly riding his dick to help him ride out his high as well. he pulled out and came all over my stomach. "fuck." he said one last time, his body going limp.

i dropped down next to him, pulling the covers over our naked bodies. "i needed that so bad." i admitted before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

wrapped in eachothers arms, we slept like rocks.

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polakina · 11 months

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history lesson

pairing: steven grant x reader

rating: explicit

outline: people say not to mix your personal life with working life. The rules change when your working life is a major turn on for your personal life.

warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, slightly dom steven,

requests are open! hope you enjoy, petals <3

masterlist

Making your way through London, you smoothed out your pants where creases has started to appear from sitting on the bus for the past twenty minutes. Holding your tray of coffees in one hand, your hands brushed over your thighs before moving up to rearrange your hair. You decided to let it down today, its usual place being tied up to stay out of your face. But you had a tour today, and wanted to look your best. You were lying to yourself, really. You didn’t want to look your best for the tour. Not when someone else was who you wanted to catch the attention of. Not that you needed to do much, the two of you were practically joined at the hip anyway. But after being apart for so long, different shifts meaning you hadn’t been able to spend a night together in the past three weeks.

It was proving to be a lot harder than you both thought, being on one another’s mind constantly. It was hard to get him out of your head, but it wasn’t as though he was a burden living up there. The two of you lived on opposite ends of town, work really being the only time you’d ever pass one another unless you both had the same day off. Which rarely ever happened.

As you walked to the museum, your mind drifted back to the last night you’d been with eachother. How much fun you had both had. Sure, he was a quiet, reserved character inside of work. But outside? Fuck, it was as though he was an entirely different person. The whines, the begs, the pleads for you, it clouded your thoughts and made you throb a little. God he always sounded so pretty, and you were hoping that you’d be able to hear those noises again soon.

Shaking your head, you clicked back to the present, narrowly avoiding a young couple walking your way with no intention of moving aside. Turning the corner, your eyes met with the all too familiar museum building of which you had worked at for the past few years. You were not ready to face Donna today, but you weren’t complaining, not when you’d be seeing Steven today.

Up the stairs your feet took you, past the various people dotted around on the steps, some sitting and staring into space, others standing and having a chat about where to go next on their little outing. Manoeuvring around them with quiet “excuse me”’s, you entered the museum to be greeted with bustling crowds and the smell of freshly displayed artefacts. J.B was sat at his usual seat, not doing his job as always. You didn’t even have to look at his screen to know what he was watching. Fucking otter videos. What an incredible security detail your workplace possessed.

“Hey, J.B,” you called out while passing him, only to hear a quiet grunt in response. Typical. Walking past him without saying anything further, you made your way through the building to the staff room. But not without making a short pit stop at a certain someone’s designated working space.

“Morning, Steven,” you said as you approached the gift shop desk where he was arranging snacks on the counter. Placing your coffee tray down, you took out the coffee you collected for him and slid it over to him.

His eyes took their time trailing up your form before eventually meeting your gaze. “Morning, sweetheart. You look nice.” The slight stammer in his voice was, had and been, present since the two of you met. Even after years, he was still so shy around you. You couldn’t lie, you loved it. The way he would stutter over his words when he noticed you, how he fumbled with his fingers in overly public settings until you took his hand in your own to calm him down. You would never grow tired of it.

“Thank you. I have another tour today, high school kids I think. Not that I think they’ll particularly care about Egyptian history,” you half joked, liking how it pulled a smile onto his lips, even just for a minute. “I’m sure they’ll enjoy themselves,” Steven responded, leaning his forearms onto the counter. “I know I would.” You smiled at that. How his eyes fought to stay on your face, even though all he wanted to do was take you all in.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Donna beat you to it. “Oi! You two, the hell are you doing? Take…whatever this is,” she gestured to the two of you with waves of her hands. “And do it after work, ‘kay? You’re not paid to ogle at one another.” You bit back an amused smile as she turned on her heel and swiftly clacked away into the main greeting hall

“She’s a bundle of fun, isn’t she?” You rolled your eyes as you heard her shout at another employee. That woman could wake the dead if she put a little more effort into her micromanaging. Turning back to Steven, you pushed yourself off the counter which you were leaning against and grabbed your coffee. “I’ll see you after my tour, yeah?” He nodded, and you winked before walking off. You just missed the way his cheeks reddened slightly as you left.

Three hours later, your tour was over, and ran surprisingly successfully. Packing up your materials, storing your laptop away in its respectable place in your bag, and making sure you hadn’t left anything lying around for Donna to lecture you about, you made your way over to Steven’s station. To your surprise, he wasn’t there. Very out of character for a shy and rue abiding employee. Donna was going to have his head for this. Setting your bag atop the counter, you stepped around it to look behind where Steven left his work possessions, in search of a note or something that might indicate where he had gone.

Three minutes of your searching passed, nothing to be seen. About to give up, you moved to turn around to leave, until two hands grabbed your waist, slinking around it until they rested on your stomach. You knew it was Steven, his unique touch burned into your memory, but it was strange for him to do this in such an open setting.

“Steven, what are you-”

“Shhh,” he whispered in your ear, voice dropped to a low baritone that nestled right in the space between your legs. “They’ll hear us.” There was something different about him. Darker, more intense. You loved it.

“What’s gotten into you?” You whispered back, before he spun you around for you to face him. “I’ve missed you,” he answered, eyes flitting between you and the door opposite his desk to make sure no one interrupted you. “We haven’t been able to have each other in so long, always being too busy with work. But then you come in dressed so pretty, and I can hear you in your tour, and I can’t help myself.” You liked this new side to him. More desperate, pleading, needing you now.

“So what do you want, Steven, hmm?” You wanted it in words. You knew exactly what he wanted from you. You just wanted to hear him say it. His eyes widened a little as he tried to keep his voice to a whisper.

“We- I want you. Need you. Now.” The cracks in his voice pushed you over the edge and you couldn’t deny him or yourself any longer. The second you nodded to give him what he wanted, he was pulling you into the storage room behind the gift shop. You eagerly pushed yourself through the door and as soon as you heard the door click behind you, you were being guided to the nearest unopened wooden crate. His lips pressed against yours wildly, frantically, as though he was trying to explore all of you at once. Steven’s hands roamed all over your body before settling on your waist, lifting you onto the crate. Standing between your opened legs, his hands were wandering all over again. Up your stomach, ghosting over your breasts and to the buttons of your shirt. Popping them off quickly and efficiently with deft fingertips, his lips never left yours as he pulled the shirt from your body. Your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you. Soft whines expelled from his throat as his lips travelled south, peppering kisses along your jaw, down your neck, never leaving your skin. “Need to fuck you. Can I fuck you? Please?” His breathy moans were like ecstasy to you. You were entirely addicted to it.

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt his hands grope your breasts, thumbs brushing over pebbled nipples. “Right here? In the storage room where anyone could walk in?” You whispered back. He nodded eagerly, looking up at you with lustful, expectant eyes. “You needy thing. Of course you can, baby.” He wasted no time after hearing the words fall from your lips, fingers moving swiftly to your pants, undoing the button and zip in record time.

“Wanna taste you. Missed you so much.” Steven mumbled incoherent sentences and praises, barely heard by either of you. You wanted him. Badly. Wanted his touch, his lips, his tongue. Everything. You could barely register that he’d pulled down your pants and already dropped to his knees in front of you. He was looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, his large hands rubbing up and down your bare thighs. “Let me make you feel good. Please. I want to make you feel so good.”

Fuck it was heavenly when he begged for you like this. You grew wetter with every word he uttered. “Make me feel good, baby,” you whispered down to him, a sternness lacing your tone. An eager nod confirmed that that was exactly what Steven was about to do.

Within seconds, his head dove between your legs, tongue licking a stripe through your folds, but narrowly and intentionally avoiding your clit. He continued that a few times, his tongue working wonders on you, but your clit neglected. He was teasing you. He knew every inch of your body, spent many months committing it to memory. He knew every part of your body from head to toe, every part which made you moan, whine, cry out for more. He was doing this purposefully to you. As much as you’d want to punish him for teasing you like this, you needed him too badly.

Gripping his curls between your fingers, you tugged his head up a little so his eyes flicked up to your face. “Don’t tease me, baby. Or you won’t get what you want,” you warned, trying not to sound as fucked as you already felt. He nodded, humming quietly against your pussy before delving back in.

Sucking your clit into his mouth, he revelled in the breathy hitch in your throat as you tried to keep quiet. One hand stayed wrapped around your thigh while the other slipped between your legs, his fingertips finding your dripping hole. Pushing one finger in and curling it at a delicious angle to catch that spongey part inside you, he repeated the ministration with vigour to pull more moans from you, adding a second finger and scissoring them inside you.

He was too good at what he did. Not that you would have expected it from first glance. But he was a quick learner, and an enthusiastic one at that. There had been many nights where he had just explored you, learned your favourite places to be touched and kissed. He was your student, you his teacher, educating him on the ways of pleasure for both you and himself. By God, had it worked. He was practically skilled in the art of it.

You could feel it building fast. The pit in your stomach, coiling and churning into waves of expected pleasure that was about to crash over you. Your thighs caged his head in tighter, one hand gripping his hair to keep him in place while the other held you up, palm flat against the crate just behind you. “Oh fuck…fuck, fuck fuck. Yes right there,” you breathed out as his tongue and fingers worked in unison, faster and faster as he felt you getting closer. It crashed over you. Violently. Waves and waves of pleasure surging through your body, tensing all your muscles and clamping Steven in place as your orgasm took over you. You fought to keep quiet, your hand which previously rested atop his head, now flew to your mouth to cover your moans.

Coming down from your high, you saw Steven stand out of your peripheral vision, sucking the juices of his fingers and revelling in the taste.

“Fuck, what’s gotten into you?” You breathed out, panting a little. “I’m not mad or anything, just surprised.”

He grinned a little, standing between your legs once again, his chin glistening with your sweet release. His hands braced himself on either side of you, palms pressing into the crate as he leaned towards you. “You just looked so good, giving that tour, talking about history. I dunno, just couldn’t help it.” He had a dopey smile on his face as you pulled him in for a kiss, softly brushing your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Me talking history turns you on?” You kissed his cheek, hands brushing down his chest, fingernails digging into his shirt as you raked them down his body. You felt him nod against your lips, and you smiled against his cheek in return. “Naughty, in the workplace you can’t even control yourself, huh, baby?” you practically heard him whimper at the words. He lived for the way you spoke to him. Craved it like a drug. Always wanted more, and to his happiness, you were always willing to give it. “Gonna fuck me in the museum? Where any of our co-workers could hear us?”

Steven as already nodding before you’d finished asking him the question. All he wanted was you. Wherever that happened to be, he was desperate for you and your touch. You smiled at him, one of your hands trailing down past the belt on his pants to the prominent bulge in his pants. Cupping it and squeezing it gently, you were already pulling such pretty noises from him. Your lips grazed his ear before you spoke again. “Come on then, baby boy, show me just how much you want me”. It was a miracle Donna didn’t hear what came after those words.

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rockinrobinst · 2 years

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EDDIE X Bookworm/Romance Reader.

Warnings: F reader, loneliness and mentions of bullying. Use of Y/N.

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You'd graduated far past shame at this point, so it was with a 'i don't actually care if you see' attitude that you'd packed a romance novel in your bag to read during lunch that morning. You were new and did not have many people to speak with at this stage and no one seemed particularly interested in changing that

It was almost cliche, that whenever you expressed an interest in anything someone within the school would find a way to make fun of it. You'd been humiliated when you'd said you like to read fantasy books in a class introduction in English.

You'd had your books knocked out of your arms for saying you didn't really enjoy a certain movie, and the same for saying you did enjoy another.

Highschool was just like that you supposed. So, rather than sit in the cafeteria you'd found a shady spot by a tree and curled up with your latest Judith McNaught novel and your lunch. You'd been so engrossed by the novel you'd not actually heard the bell ring, and by the time a teacher caught you, you were 15 minutes late. In your hurry, you left the damn book there.

It wasn't there when you got out of class. You swore up a storm as you stomped your way to lost property. While the office ladies were not sympathetic, they said they'd call your parents if it was found.

It took Two. Fucking. Weeks. But they called, and your book was back in your hands, after a slightly judgemental look from the office lady. You raced home, enthusiastic to keep reading. After showering and changing you lounged in the bed, opening the book to find it'd been defiled.

Someone had written in your book. You were angry, for a moment, and hesitantly started reading before you noticed it wasn't name calling, just messy annotations in the margins.

You quickly flipped back to the beginning, and sure enough there were notes in the margins the whole way through. Little chapter summaries on the first page of the next chapters.

The notes weren't. . . Approving necessarily but they weren't bullying. You closed the book and tried to identify how you felt about it. You were a little pissed that someone wrote in your book but from the little notes you'd read so far, it was like having a friend read with you. It felt exciting.

You started from the beginning, reading all the little annotations and laughing harder than you normally would at the book. You firmly disagreed with some of the points and took to marking those points in red so you could argue back with your anonymous reader.

You read all through dinner, and stayed up late to finish, spurred on my comments like "wow, what a coincidence" when the two leads met 'by accident' and "What does that even mean" to a flowery line description of the Hero.

The comments continued, though the steamy scenes ("Does gravity even work like that?", "There is NO way that feels good", "... Adding that to my bucket list" )

Through the drama ("JUST TALK TO EACHOTHER", "Please for the love of god just FUCK" and "Jesus. H. Christ)

And to the conclusion of the book, with the characters happily in love ( "FINALLY" "This would have been better with monsters" and "I can't believe she's pregnant!")

You finished the book at one in the morning, turning to the last page and seeing a phone number scrawled in the messy writing you'd come to enjoy.

"Call me" was written underneath.

You didn't even hesitate, scrambling down the stairs and dialling the number in the darkness of the kitchen. Anxiety hit you once the phone was ringing. It was late who would even-

"Hello?" A groggy voice answered and a rush of humiliation ran through you as you heard the deep voice. A guy then, you thought.

You wanted to say so much. You wanted to say that that was the best way you've read a book, or that you appreciated his thoughtfully designed annotations but instead you came out with "Is this the asshole that wrote In my book?" There was a beat of silence and then loud, boisterous laughter came down the phone. You could feel yourself blushing just at the sound and snapped, out of embarrassment "Was this some kind of joke!? It's not fucking funny"

The laughter stopped as suddenly as it started and the person on the other line said "No . . . What makes you think that?"

You huff "You're laughing at me"

You can hear the smile in the voice when they reply "Not at you."

You're clutching the phone tighter when you spit out "At what then!?". Through all the anxiety and humiliation fuelled anger you do notice the voice sounds friendly. You kind of ache a little at that, wanting a friend here so badly it knots your stomach.

The laughing voice comes back with "I wasn't expecting a call for fucking ages. It took me two weeks to read that book. What, did you skim it?"

Oh. That settles the anxiety in your stomach a little and you let out a viable breath, shrinking on yourself a little when you say back, quietly "No, I just read quick. I stayed up."

"I see, you're a bookworm then!" The voice sounds so fond somehow, so endearing that you burst into tears.

You try to muffle it, you do, but the intake of breath carries across the line and with a panicked "Shit, I'm sorry! What did I say?!"

You giggle at that, laughing through your tears as you take a steadying breath "No no, it wasn't you." Another sob leaves you "it's just- nice."

"Nice" the other person says, confused.

You hum in agreement, still crying but quieter now "no one's been this nice since I got here" you say, shyly.

An understanding noise comes through the line "ah" they say, suddenly shy as well.

You take a few steadying breaths before saying "Thank you"

"You're welcome" they say, the smile back in their voice "So...."

That makes you laugh again "So..." You repeat, in a slightly teasing matter

They laugh again. It's loud and happy. It make you smile and you're sure they can hear your quiet laughter through the phone.

"Do I get to know your name, little bookworm?" The voice is teasing. Deliberately light but you can tell there is a little flirting in there.

Oh. Your blush is back.

"Y/n" you say, quiet, "Do I get yours?"

"Eddie" they say and for the first time they sound nervous.

You're quiet for just a moment before you ask "The Eddie that makes scenes in the cafeteria?"

"Yeah...."

"Oh! You're in my math class." You say, excited, not mentioning that you'd never actually seem him attend said class, but glad you found a point of connection.

A relieved laugh comes through the line and it makes you smile as he said "Am I now?" You only him lowly in agreement before he asks "Do you have anymore books I can write in?" He asks, voice heavy with suggestion.

A huge grin breaks out on your face and you close your eyes "I've got a better idea" you tell him

"Oh? And whats that?" He asks, voice still flirty

You try and match his tone when you say "we could just read em together? My books can stay pen free"

He laughs again and you join in "Alright little bookworm, it's a deal. Mine or yours?"

"Mine. When?"

"Where do you live?" You tell him "I can be there in 10"

"It's a date" you say, breathless.

"See you soon, little bookworm" he says, the fondness that had made you cry back in his voice.

"See you soon, Eddie." You say.

It's not until you hang up the phone that you realise the time. It takes you all of ten minutes to plot a way to sneak your new friend into your room. Just as you're finished dumping water bottles, snacks and spare blankets in your room you see lights outside, via your window, and see a van pulling up.

He had arrived.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female character

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p1-f1 · 11 months

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Stress Relief

Pairing: Kyle Broflovski x Reader

Pronouns: None

Warnings: None!! Total fluff

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You weren't sure how, but your stuck up and usually stubborn boyfriend had to convince You to go out on a date. Kyle Broflovski, your beautiful ginger boyfriend was a study freak. He wanted to ace all of his exams, but he still made time to go out with you. And time, well, for you.

"Dear, please. Its a nice windy nighht, it'll be just the two of us?"

He begged, holding your hands in front of you. He was a tall man. You weren't short, but you weren't tall either.

It had been a few minutes of him whining and begging, it was adorable. Eventually, you caved.

"Fine, but only because I have a craving for wind. You know what I mean.. "

You trailed off, looking away from him in thought.

Kyle was a clingy guy, he loved touching you.

Not in a sexual way, but in a romantic and affectionate way.

He put his slim finger under your chin, lifting your head to look at him. His eyes were soft, an almost reassuring smile on his lips.

"I promise, we'll have fun. I will make sure of it. Don't worry about the plans, money, anything. You deserve to relax."

Kyle pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, and a small caress to your cheek.

"I'll let you get ready. There's no need to dress up, my love. Just get comfy."

Of course, you had to listen. If you didn't, Kyle would wait until you were comfortable to leave. He would make sure of it.

You found yourself in his car, wind blowing through your hair. Kyle's pale hand on your thigh, caressing it with his thumb. He left you with music management, as always. You were the designated passenger, after all.

Your boyfriend pulled up to a little hole in the wall restaurant you two knew, it was your special place. You started to open the door, only to have it closed, by Kyle. He stepped out of the car quickly hurrying to your side. The man opened it, holding out his hand for you.

"Your majesty. "

He joked, making him and you both chuckle. The next thing you knew, you were laughing and eating, not a care in the world. You hardly remembered the project and assignment you had due in a few days.

After the dinner, you expected to be taken to your dorm, but instead, he drove down the back roads. To a small cliff spot, which was also your spot. The cliff was placed above some trees, to where you could touch the leaves if you reached. The stars were bright. The night was cool. Your boyfriend was smiling, like the brightest star there.

He led you to the edge, sitting down and soon after sitting you down as well. Your legs dangled over the edge, teasing the trees below. A few owls sent a call. A few trees rustled. That was all that filled your ears. The sound of nature.

"I love you."

His soft voice spoke up. It was soothing, almost deciding to lull you to sleep then and there.

"I love you too."

You spoke with the same soft tone, turning to look at him. His eyes met yours. He had been admiring your features for a few minutes, already. A hand reached out, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

In that same moment, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. And you did the same, your lips were almost made for eachother. They fit together perfectly.

Who cared about the ever so stressful project, when you had an amazing boyfriend to get attention from?

#south park #south park fanfiction #fanfiction #kyle brovlofski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x yn #south park x reader #south park x yn

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thegirlfromhawkins · 2 years

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Moving In w/ Eddie Munson

Sorry for the lack of posts the last couple days I uhhhh had very good Friday night and let’s just say I now have some inspiration for some fics in the future. Once again thank you for showing support! Requests are open as well! I did just make a masterlist too!

✪ The pure joy this boy feels when you guys have secured your deposit on your new apartment is beyond comprehension

✪ You both had been working so hard to save up money and with Eddie finally graduating and finding a job the reality of waking up next to you everyday was finally coming true

✪ Packing up everything was a whole big ass task and you best believe that Eddie got the Hellfire Club to join in and help

✪ (even Steve came over although he was complaining the whole time about how much shit Eddie had laying around his room)

✪ When the time came to officially move in getting a good nights rest was off the table because of both of your excitement

✪ Loading up his van with the essentials first you made your way to your new place soon to be called home

✪ Eddie insists on bringing the heavy stuff in but your determined self wasn’t gonna sit back and relax

✪ “Woah woah! Babe that box is heavy. Let me get it.”

✪ After proving your strength dragging up the box full of kitchen appliances you wanted to plop down right then and there on the floor

✪ “I told you to let me get it…”

✪ Finishing the first round of boxes to drop off you knew it was going to be a long day

✪ For the second round of things Hellfire had finally showed up at the trailer

✪ (and Steve thanks to Dustin talking him into it)

✪ With a lot more help you were able to move things way faster and in fewer trips

✪ Although there were moments when everyone was getting tired and frustrated once everything was in the apartment it was all worth it

✪ Now with it being nightfall Eddie and you sit on the hand me down couch you managed to get while relaxing for the first time since that morning

✪ Making your bed for the first time together was something so simple but so exciting to Eddie

✪ All he could keep thinking is,’This is ours! Our bed! Our bedroom!’

✪ Total disbelief would follow him for the first few weeks in the apartment

✪ As you both began the unpacking process it led to a whole new excitement

✪ You were both able to mix your personalities and interests with your decor and Eddie putting your cassettes next to mine made his heart ecstatic

✪ Expect to be eating off paper plates during the whole getting settled in process because no way were either of you going to be doing dishes after having to work and unpack

✪ There were a few instances where you guys had a lot of back and forth with where certain things should go but Eddie let you have the final say on almost everything

✪ By almost everything I mean everything but where his baby goes (his guitar)

✪ “Eddie? Come here does this poster look straight?”

✪ “It looks great darling.”

✪ “Mmmm, no it needs to be lower on the right.”

✪ You both had your own designated spaces for your own things not just clothes but he had his own corner in the living room where he kept all his d&d stuff and of course there was a place for his guitar

✪ Like i said you both keep your music together and let’s just say it takes up the majority of the top of the dresser

✪ Actually all of it

✪ Completing the move in process after a month… yes a month shit takes time

✪ You invite Hellfire and your other friends over for a little housewarming party

✪ Everyone has a great time and it’s not hard to see how happy you and Eddie are now being on your own

✪ You did get a few thoughtful gifts from people

✪ Robin gave you a few horror VHS movies to add to your collection by the TV

✪ Dustin gave you both your very own walkie talkie which doesn’t seem all that exciting but he even tried to wrap it up and make it cute for you to open so clearly this boy cares

✪ The long night concludes and there you and Eddie are once again wrapped up in eachother on the couch

✪ Stars are shining through the windows and a dim light is coming from the kitchen

✪ Eddie just takes the moment in feeling you cuddled up in his arms, seeing the new home you’ve made together, and finally feels like his life is truly beginning

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donutsupremacy · 11 months

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Summary

"After the Vision Hunt Decree's sucessfully abolishment, your dear beloved big brother has the opportunity to see you after what felt like decades... It sure is a surprise to see you with someone else."

Warnings

Oni!GN!Reader

Reader is Arataki Itto's little sibling

Fluff fluff fluff very fluffy

Reader having a vision is not mentioned, but can be read as still having one or not anyway

Protective but still goofy itto

Romantic-Haitham

Ooc

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A/N: I started playing HSR, I'd write fics for my lovely Gepard or soon to be husbando Luka, but I didn't pay attention to the lore enough lol

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"He should be here..." You muttered, your clawed fingers rapidly tapping against the surface of the smooth wooden table. "Soon?... Maybe? Hopefully?"

You leaned outwards from your seat to scan the streets once more, frantically looking around for the familiar white haired male you knew as your older brother. However, the bustling streets of Port Ormos had no signs of the red Oni anywhere.

An annoyed sigh erupted from your lips, slumping onto your wooden chair in defeat. "I hope he didn't get caught in the storm... or the boat sunk..."

"Haven't you heard of the word 'Jinx' before?" The grey haired man sitting across from you asked, setting his book down and crossing his arms. "If you keep naming each and every negative outcome that had a reasonable chance to actually occur—"

"Yeah, yeah... It might happen..." You sulked, moping in your seat like a kicked puppy. And that was exactly his image of you, a sad, cute and lost puppy wimpering in it's seat across from him.

Alhaitham planted two fingers on the hard covered book, sliding it over to you. "Your brother will arrive eventually. If it helps to calm that endlessly chaotic mind of yours down, occupying it by reading something to your preferences will help greatly."

You took the book, flipping it to see the title. "Eh? Since when were you into Inazuman related stuff?" You asked, seeing the familiar picture of a purple and green baring it's sharp fangs at eachother, the title above written as; 'The Serpent and Drakes of Tokoyokoku'.

"Don't you remember? Back when you first arrived in Sumeru's Akademiya?" He asked, prompting you to recall that fateful encounter with the male.

The tall bright ceiling towered over you with lights that could blind anyone if they stared at it too long, rows of bookshelves displaying a variety of reading material, students either standing next to said bookshelves or sitting by themselves, engrossed in their studies.

The interior design was no laughing matter. It was so simple, yet, modern compared to your usual Inazuman designs that you were used to. So much plant life... and books.

You blinked in confusion, you didn't think the House of Daena would be this big. You felt like a small insignificant spec of dust in this room, and quite lost too.

"Eh... how in the world am I going to find that—"

"Standing around here and whining about getting lost instead of asking around for help isn't the best idea." A stoic voice spoke behind you, causing you to jump before turning around. "Oh. You're an Oni."

You touched your horns, but the markings on your face were pretty obvious too. "Uhh, yeah, i'm an Oni! My name's [Full Name]!" You chirped, offering him a handshake.

He stares at it for a second, with a blank expression, before eventually giving you a single firm handshake. "Alhaitham. You're from [Darshan], aren't you?"

"Eh? How'd you know?" You asked in shock, only for it to dissipate into embarrassment when he pointed at the book held closely to your chest, which had the Darshan's logo imprinted on the cover.

"Isn't the Vision Hunt Decree still ongoing? How did you get past Inazuma's borders?" He asked, crossing his muscular arms. He was way more muscular than your kin. "And you dropped this on the way in the House of Daena."

He hands you 'The Serpent and Drakes of Tokoyokoku', you thanked him before explaining your decision to leave Inazuma was long before the decree was implemented. You dearly missed your brother, but he respected your decision nonetheless. It was your dream to enter the Akademiya, after all, why would he want to crush it?

And as you continued to explain it, you weren't aware of his focused gaze on you.

You were cute when you ramble endlessly.

You giggled fondly to yourself, your legs swaying back and forth childishly underneath the table. "Yeah! Yeah! I didn't think you'd... ah..." You felt your cheeks flare up, hiding the bottom of your flushed face with the book.

"Didn't take a romantic interest in you because of our personalities clashing? Let's be bonest, no one would. But..." He reaches over and holds your hand, smiling affectionately at you. And he rarely smiles. "Your little ramblings weren't the only thing attracting me to you."

You melted when he brought your hand up to kiss your knuckle, something he knew would make you swoon without fail.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Port Ormos, stood a white haired male and his pet bull. "Uhhhh, hey, did we take a wrong turn near that rock we saw? I feel like we should've taken a left instead of a right... I don't see little [Nickname] anywhere, and we are in Port Ormos, right?" Itto asked, the little bull responding with an equally confused 'Moo'.

"Eh, we'll find our way there. There's a sibling out there waiting for us! Let's roll, Ushi!" Itto marched towards a random direction, his head held high despite receiving many confused looks.

Alhaitham stared at the white haired man walk by without realizing he had accidentally ignored his little sibling, who also didn't realize he was here. 'Certainly related.' He thought as you continued to descrive your brother's appearance, all the while neither of you realized the other was nearby.

He didn't bother using his words, only leaning across the table and held your chin. Flustered, you stumble over your words and froze in your seat. "A-Alhaitham?..." You whispered softly, your heart pounding against your ches—

"Oh! Itto!!" You cried as soon as he turned your head to face the said male nearby. Hearing your voice, the Oni turned around to see you enthusiastically waving at him. "Little [Nickname]!! Hah! See, Ushi? I told you Oni can sense eachother nearby!" He exclaimed proudly before running towards you,

With the grey haired scribe behind you, you ran towards your brother and jumped into his arms. "How's my lil' [Nickname] doing? It feels like an entire decade went by since I last saw you! You've grown so tall!"

"Speak for yourself!... Oh, hi Ushi!" You greeted, giving the little bull a chin scratch. "Man, I have so much I wanna talk about! But how's the gang? Any new rare beetles you caught? Is miss Shinobu still taking good care of you?" You asked, bombarding him with one question after another.

All the while, Alhaitham was silently reading the book and standing behind you, wondering how you could tolerate that boisterous laugh of his since birth.

"Relaaaaax, my lil' compadre. I know you wanna know all about my super cool adventures and how the Arataki "Shogun Slayer" Itto took on the Almighty Raiden Shogun all by himself!" Itto boasted, basking in your praises.

Alhaitham stared at you in disbelief for actually believing in this obvious lie. Then again, there's a reason why you're both related.

"If I recall, it was the traveller who defeated the electro archon. They're also the reason why the Vision Hunt Decree was sucessfully abolished and lifted Inazuma's border." Alhaitham suddenly spoke, closing the book and crossing his arms.

The white haired male's eyes widened at his built figure, his arms were far more muscular than his, the suit he wore hugged his body tightly and showed off his abs. Who in the world is this guy and what kind of training regiment did he go through!?

"Ohh, right! Taki', this is Alhaitham! My boyfriend—"

"BOYFRIEND!?" He yelled, his voice echoing loudly in the air.

Alhaitham only blinked, unfazed by the Oni's sudden outburst and the many eyes staring curiously at the scene. All the while you shrank under their gaze, smiling sheepishly at the grey haired male who gave you the usual blank expression.

"Hold up, hold up, hold up. Since when did you start dating!?... And why him!?" He asked, his eyes hurt and betrayed. You winced internally, you haven't seen those puppy doll eyes since you left Inazuma.

"T-Taki', don't get upset. We... just got together pretty recently, right, haitham'?" You asked, your eyes gazing into his for help. Alhaitham, though knowing that was an obvious lie, only sighed and lazily nodded in agreement.

He doesn't care if your relationship with him was publicly announced, so as long as he doesn't end up getting more work just because he's taken. But, it seems like this would be a tiring reunion for him.

"As for why we... starting datin—"

"Is it because of his muscles!?"

"...What?"

Alhaitham barely flinched when the white haired male suddenly grabbed his wrist, lifting his arm up and gesturing to his biceps. "Look at him! He's absolutely beefy! As a preeeetty buffed dude myself, it ain't a surprise when there's a fan club dedicated to the One and Oni! Everyone loves a dude with muscles!... How did you get so buff anyways? You better not lay a hand on my lil' [Nickname]!"

"[Name]'s dating me for a reason. They wouldn't have continued our relationship if it they held no romantic feelings towards me. Besides, it doesn't benefit me whatsoever if I harm them. There's a reason why I chose them as my [S/O]... because I truly do love them.." Alhaitham stated, his eyes— though normally cold and unfeeling, was full of affection and love as he stared at you.

Itto stumbles over his words, waving his clawed hands around frantically. "Benefit this, benefit that, yeah, yeah, whatever. What if they run into some... I dunno, some dangerous dudes!? You—"

"Well then, what can I do to reassure you that I won't?" Alhaitham interrupted. "I don't exactly need to seek for your approval of our relationship, nor would I let them be harmed in any way. But if it helps to ease your mind, let me know how I can 'prove' myself to you."

Just to make you happy, he'll satisfy this... guy.

The white haired man blinked, processing his proposal. His eyes stared at his muscular figure for a minute, tapping his chin with squinted eyes as he thought of an idea. "Heh, well, you said you would protect em', right? Wanna make a bet on that?"

Itto cracks his knuckles, his arms bulking up slightly while showing a toothy grin. Despite having smaller biceps compared to Alhaitham, the male thought of him as a small fry. "I challenge you to an Onikabuto Battle Royale!"

He presents the brightly coloured bug in his fingers, small legs swimming in the air aimlessly. Alhaitham blinked, raising an eyebrow at the obvious fact that he doesn't have an Onikabuto.

"Ohh, hi there lil' guy! What's his name?" You asked, playing with it's legs. A giggle left your lips as it's nuzzles your finger, seemingly showing you affection.

"Say hello to my new compadre; The Sibling-Oni-Bonder-Boyfriend-Breaker!" Itto announced, presumably making up the name on the spot, you only continued to play with the bug while your boyfriend smirked a little.

"Aww, he's adorable!... Except Haitham' doesn't have one... We're in Sumeru, not Inazuma." You sheepishly stated.

"Bah!— Pssh, yeahahaha! I know. I know. And since he doesn't have one, he forfeits! And i'm the forever unbeatable champ of Onikabutos!" The Oni exclaimed, puffing out his chest proudly and smirking to himself.

"How about this—" Alhaitham walks back to the table, removing one of his sleeves before rolling his shoulder. Your face flushed, his muscles flexing at every movement almost effortlessly. "—Lets just get this over with. Fairly and quickly."

Propping his elbow on the table, Alhaitham nods at his opened hand, gesturing at the seat for your brother. "Oh! An arm wrestle, huh? Hah, rookie mistake! I'm also known as 'The Undefeated Arm Wrestling Champion'! Get ready to lose!"

To be fair, Alhaitham disliked physical challenges, opting for more intellectual-related games. But to not upset you and your brother, he decided it would be more fitting for something small and physical.

Without missing a beat, he takes his seat across Alhaitham, locking hands and fingers with the male. You jogged over excitedly, taking a seat in the middle as to not upset either one of them. You loved them equally and dearly, it kind of hurts to see your brother acting so dramatic about your love life.

But you understand, after all, you've only got eachother.

You hold their locked hands, deciding to be an unbiased referee. Itto smirks confidently, gripping the table for stability with his other hand as Alhaitham did the same. "Ready?~ Three, two, one... go!"

Letting their hands go, it (unsurprisingly) came as a shock when Itto's hand was slammed onto the table with a soft but audible thud. "Gaaah!" The Oni yelped, nearly thrown off his chair.

Alhaitham released the male's hand, his muscles twitching a little under your gaze. It never fails to make you flush, and that blush never fails to make him amused.

"Wah?? Heyheyhey waitwaitwaitwait... you were by like— one second early! That's not fair at all! C'mon, let's go again. And this time; I won't be going easy!" He rubs his wrist and goes back to the same position earlier, waiting for your boyfriend to accept his rematch.

Alhaitham looked at you with bored eyes, he didn't want this pointless shenanigan to drag on endlessly. You grinned sheepishly, mouthing 'One more round?' to him.

He stared at you, brows furrowed and wanting to decline... but, it seems your puppy dog eyes never fail as he begrudgingly locked hands with the Oni once more.

And he sure regrets agreeing to this rematch.

"Best out of 57!" The white haired Oni exclaimed once more, gripping his sore wrist and rotating his near tired hand, the faint sound of his bones cracking made you cringe.

Alhaitham, on the other hand, leaned back and rolled his eyes. "How long do you want this to drag on for?" He asked, voice a little dry.

You gave him a cup of water, guilt eating you up for asking your boyfriend to accept every rematch. You looked at your still determined brother, who's still begging for one more round. "Itto..." You moved your chair closer to his, wraoping your arms around his slightly muscular ones. "Haitham's tired... C'mon, just let this go? For me?"

"Seriously, why'd you pick this dude to take care of you?... Am I not good enough?" He asked, voice growing softer at the end as he stared at you with glossy eyes.

You sighed, enveloping him in a hug. "Now, when did I ever say that? You're my one and Oni big brother, you have a special place in my heart because we've been through a lot."

You heard a quiet sniffle, his shoulder shaking a little. "There, there... You can let it out." You reassured softly, patting his back. It bring you memories of when he'd do the same, the days where you'd trip over a rock clumsily and bawled our eyes out as he cuddled you while reassuring he'd 'Take revenge on the rock'.

"I... I'm not gonna cry. I'm a man!" He croaked out, you pulled away and already seeing tears streaming down his face. "I just miss you, lil [Nickname]... I don't wanna lose you to this weirdo!"

Alhaitham coughed into fist, before taking another sip of water whilst you pout at him. "You won't, big bro... And he won't do anything bad, I guarantee it!... Besides, if I ever get a vacation, i'll always visit you in Inazuma!... If Alhaitham joins me?...."

You slowly turned to Alhaitham, showing him the best puppy eyes you could muster. Which— you didn't need to out much effort in anyways. "A vacation is a vacation. Less work for me, more time to be with you. As long as I can rest in a quiet, solitary place with you. You may be a handful, but at least you know how to handle yourself well and I don't have to bother cleaning up any mistakes you might've left for me."

Itto visibly narrowed his eyes, but noticing how happy you looked when he agreed and how he doesn't hesitate in doing whatever you want— You both truly love eachother.

Even if Alhaitham sounds stern, cold and unpleasant, you don't seem bothered by it at all.

"...Fine, i'll let him be your man. But you better take good care of them if i'm not around! This Oni's got a lotta work goin' on with the gang back in Inazuma, so I can't always visit you in Sumeru." Itto said, puffing up his chest proudly.

"No problem! Since the decree's been removed, we can write letters more frequently! But we'll worry about that later... I wanna show you some mushrooms we can play with!" You exclaimed, tugging your brothers arms, your eyes filled with childlike excitement.

"No way! You talkin' about those bouncy mushrooms! Wnat are we waiting for? Let's roll!" Itto yelled, punching the air with a fist while you looked at Alhaitham.

"...Sitting this one out, my energy is needed for some paperwork back at home." Alhaitham explained, dreading the loads of unnecessary projects asking for approval. Most of which might've come from his blonde roommate.

You shrugged, running over to his side and pecking his cheek before dragging your brother away to a spot where there were plenty of bouncy mushrooms. "If you're too tired, you can share the workload with me!" You exclaimed, before running off with Itto.

As Alhaitham stared at the two of you running off to who knows where, the corner of his lips slowly tugged upwards. "Have fun, love. Reliable as you are, there's no need to worry about the paperwork, i'll handle them all today. Just prioritise on your happiness and his."

Perhaps that contagious smile of yours was another thing he was attracted to.

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A/N: Ahahrhquabix I had this sitting in draft for a while and wanted to finish this once and for all. Took a break for my mentality after losing another 50/50. (5 Losses back to back to back to back to back ;-;) Spent 145 wishes and only got 1 Kazoot, AND HERE I THOUGHT THE RNG GODS WOULD THROW ME AND BONE BECAUSE I WANTED C2 KAZOOT BUT GOT C1 KEQING INSTEAD—

Gl and may all of you [Desired character] wanters be [Desire character] havers <3

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin oneshots #genshin alhaitham #genshin alhaitham x reader #genshin impact reader insert #genshin impact arataki itto

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v-anrouge · 1 month

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CREWEL X KONIG SCHENHEIT IDEAS!

Crewel met him before Vil went to NRC at a fashion show.

Maybe after Vil was born, and Vil got lost at the show as a like three to five year old. Vil maybe hides under a chair cause everything is loud and scary, he can’t find his papa. And suddenly a big fluffy white coat is in front of him, then someone crouches down to look under the chair. Crewel loves kids, and his heart melts at the sight of the tearful blonde boy. Crewel offers a hand to help him find his guardian and little Vil all but leaps into the man’s arms. Strangers are scary but so is being very short around adults who can’t see you! So Crewel carries the boy around, asking about his dad. “He’s super cool, and the handsomest! And the best papa ever!” And Vil settles down talking about how cool his dad is.

Poor Konig is panicking looking for his young son before he feels a tap on his shoulder and seeing the prettiest man holding his sniffling son! Crewel and him sit next to eachother during the show. And obviously poor Vil gets bored out of his mind, so Crewel finds a few games to play. How many red shoes can you find? Bet I can find more! After the show, little Vil is knocked out, snuggled under Crewel’s coat, and Konig “feels kinda bad removing him from it” so he and Crewe are kind of “forced” to get dinner! They didn’t have a choice!

They stay friends, even as Vil grows up, and Vil has known they’ve liked eachother since he was seven. Nobody crinkles the magazine when they see their “friend” on a date like that. Vil tries to play matchmaker. “Poor papa is so lonely, I’m going to school and can’t give him the affection he needs!” “Uncle Divus is so stressed from teaching! He’s probably sick of being around kids. Maybe I can have a babysitter and you and him can talk about taxes!” (Cause that’s what adults do obviously!)

Vil finally shoves them together when he starts at NRC, and knows they’re dating, they’ve been pining for years now, but he can also pretend he doesn’t see it. He even stays silent when he sees Crewel walking into class wearing his dad’s chapstick, though he does internally cringe a bit.

Vil also takes over their wedding, and demands to be the flower girl, Crewel’s dogs are the ring bearers. And when Vil is interviewed about his dad marrying his teacher he just says “finally!”

OK I WANTED TO ANSWER THJS ONE KAST AJJWJXJS

TGIS IS SO SO SO FUCKING CUTE SO GOOD OMFG I honestly was thinking of them starting to date when vil was already grown but him as a child is MUCH better, esp in that scenario.

just imaging vil growing up considering crewel part of the family and eric/konig (in case anyone doesn't know eric is vil's dad stage name, konig is just a name they made for him) is just getting teary eyed hoping one day he'll truly make part of it. little vil playing cupid 😿😿 i just know he'd use any excuses he got to make crewel stay over, when he'd get sad he demanded both of them pampered him all day, which they did until vil fell asleep in both of their laps with the movie still just starting.

grown vil just so sick and tired of them beating around the bush and just rolling his eyes when his father still refers to crewel as his friend. imagine vil's smile when they FINALLY refer to each other as lovers after YEARS

AAHHDJHSDJJS THE WEDDING PART AJSHSJEDJS please the wedding would be so so beautiful, crewel designed both of their suits because he wanted them to be special, adding in small details that would make it clear that they're for them and no one else, vil would be crying so much, so so proud and glad to see his fathers together and happy at last. ANS THE DOGS RAAAHHHHHHHHDDHDHDHEHDDBEBSHSB

OLD MAN YAOI WILL RUIN MY LIFE ERIC X CREWEL IS REAL

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 my silly #FAV FAV FAV

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professor-amaryllis · 4 months

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[Pelliper mail....? Oh! That's a Delibird in there! And it has a present! Delliper mail!(?)

Inside the hefty package is various items, a mix of cool finds and handmade curios! You have received:

A utility Held Item clip! Helps pokemon who don't have hands make use of held items! And look- already has a poison barb slotted into it! The clip end is also clipped onto a dragon fang!

A long... Tube of fabric? After closer inspection, it's two sweater arms stitched to eachother, with elastic cuffs at either end... Oh! It's a makeshift sweater for Slinky! ... How would Slinky even use this without just slithering out of it..?

A bag of cat pokemon toys, labeled with some sneasel stickers.

An elastic, handmade bead bracelet! Threaded onto it is a dulled poison barb, possibly letting Amy match one of his team members (without stabbing himself if he moves the wrong way).

A set of plant safe nursery paints, meant for decorating or labeling plants in plant nurseries, but it's useful for plant pokemon too!

Some carved pokeball shells, one depicting the face markings of cooper, and the other depicting Slinky's hood markings.

A galvantula sized pokemon sweater. Clearly wasn't originally meant for galvantula before the sides were cut up. Now it fits perfectly!

A little desktop zen garden kit, complete with little Oddish figures! The kit was clearly tampered with, as the sand bag was replaced with a shimmering pouch of stardust, and a small wooden figure of a dustox was added.

A modified purple hoodie. The hood has fluffy pipe cleaner antennae popping out of them, the front has little dustox leg designs, and the back has dustox wing patterns painted onto them.

.... A framed doodle of a Weedle sitting in a hot dog bun. Huh.

And last but not least: a handwritten note! After a bit of deciphering, it says:

"Hey there, Wild Guy. Hope the holidays are treating you well. Gathered 'n made some stuff that made me think of you. Can't believe the year is already over, it's been crazy. At least we know the next won't get any worse, hah. I'm honored to be able to call you a friend, and I'm looking forward for many more years. Don't age too quickly now. - Skrub, Cham-Chams, & the rest."]

Skrub my friend! What a delightful surprise to receive such a thoughtful gift- or series of gifts as it were! I apologize for the delay in my response, but I may have gotten a bit... distracted. I do love these though- I'll be headed to an expert as soon as I am able to transfer Slinky and Cooper's pokeball shells for these new ones, they're beautiful! Oh, and Slinky absolutely loved the sweater, Thank you again :)

#pokemon irl #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #ask #skrubbing bubbles #slinky the arbok #//aaa i typed this out and never sent it im so sorry #//also i know it said it was sweater sleeves and wouldnt be big enough for how massive slinky is but also its too cute so its stretchy lmao

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 2 years

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I have GOT to know what the boys would do around someone they've come to admire but said person doesn't know they're Force Sensitive. Or maybe they do know but don't know what to do with it, or they're hiding it? So really I'm asking for Force Connections and how they would feel eachother through the Force. I NEED FORCE ROMANCE BABYYYYY.

They're trolls, you know that right? They're competitive, they will fuck with you, and they will make things awkward. And you will love every minute of it.

Let's assume, for the sake of convenience, that we've forgone the Rule of Two and everyone's involved in some capacity of Academy training.

My preference is Sith, but you can choose the course of study for yourself.

I . Force Flirting

Feral uses the Force to lift your hair (if you've got it) or tweak at your robes. Little gentle flutters designed to get your attention -- to look around to find out who's doing it. He's a bit of a tease: giving you a grin that warms you thoroughly when you find him, but can be easily smothered until next time when he gets bolder.

Savage floats random flowers to you while you're studying ancient texts. It's cute until there's a pile stacked up beside you, and a Zabrak halfway across the compound removing an entire rose bush from its roots because you haven't been paying attention to the charming offerings he's been leaving you in a stack. They smell nice, at least.

Maul doesn't understand the definition of flirting. He trips three acolytes on the way to the training pavilion in a demonstration of his prowess and his power as if you might admire him better for it, and defeats each of his opponents quickly and with a viciousness, two of them by cheating, just to see if you notice him. Every time you ignore his displays, he gets a little bolder, until finally, one of his victims crashes into the wall next to you. He's thrown them. It gets your attention.

NSFT below 👇🏻

ii. Force Seduction

Feral sends lewd visions: little snippets that end abruptly. Teasers meant to titillate, images of what he'd do to you give the chance: your hands on the wall, bent over by the hips, his teeth on your throat in a display of dominance, your nipples pinched between his fingers. Your favourites arrive when you least expect it -- flashes of filthy, desperate things that leave you rattled and wet for him: the ridges of his cock glistening with slick, or the rare, treasured feeling over overwhelm that comes from an orgasm. Just a sliver; a little impression. You spend your days and nights thinking of him, tortured into near-rapture, indifferent to everything but the next image he'll send you like it's a promise for what's to come when he actually touches you.

Savage traps you during one of your training regimens. The simulator is meant to destabilize and distress, but you find yourself walled between two strategically shifting obstacles as the ground gives way. He appears between them, smirking, and disappears. It's a moment before you realize he's altered the obstacle course you're using to train, and the thing you need to escape is him. The floors move. The walls cave. And you find yourself running the gauntlet, not to escape him, but to lure him deeper as he gives chase. It's a thrilling feeling, knowing he's manipulating the game -- hemming you in until all other exits are lost. It's a show of his strength, you're certain: but you don't mind when the walls close off behind you, eliminating all escape routes as he appears. The walls fold in with a gesture and silence descends. He smirks when you tell him, "If you wanted to get me alone, you might've asked nicely." But Savage is a man of few words, and when he bends down, leaning in for a kiss, he lifts your legs easily to wrap around his waist with a huff of laughter. You bite his lip.

Maul is the worst of them because he has no shame whatsoever. The result is sitting through a lecture where you can still feel him, even though he sits halfway across the room, invisible fingers dipping between your legs and into your shirt. It becomes a game, because you can watch him from a distance just as he plays with you: unadulterated, shameless, unfolding clothes and slipping between your folds -- indifferent to everyone around you, trying to make you scream with every stroke and caress; every press of plush lips in places that leave you squirming. Breathing hard. Making fists as he fucks you with a subtle gestures beneath his desk. You know he can't feel it, but he loves watching the show -- and you, wanton and desperate, head thrown back in a room full of people, clenching on invisible fingers thrusting into every orifice, cursing his name in the same breath that you scream it.

#Darth Maul #Savage Opress #Feral Opress #Feral (Star Wars)#Maul #Darth Maul x Reader #Darth Maul x You #Savage Opress x Reader #Savage Opress x You #Feral Opress x Reader #Feral Opress x You #Darth Maul Smut #Savage Opress Smut #Feral Opress Smut #Inappropriate Use of the Force #Sith Academy #the night market of dathomir

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hazyla · 8 days

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Woah woah, okay. So I just finished spirit of justic except for the special episode. Current thoughts from a foggy memory:

realizing this post is super long so it’s under the break, also soj spoilers

Implied that Phoenix and gumshoe correspond on their own when Phoenix mentions something to Edgeworth. When he’s questioned about it he just says something like “I have my sources…” and Edgeworth tells him to inform his source of a paycheck cut.

Even though Athena got a case of her own to do I feel like she didn’t have as strong of a presence and idk man balancing three lawyers kind of a crazy move

I found rayfa oddly charming because of her silly insults

Not utter dogshit but I see why people generally dont like dual Destinies and spirit of justice as much

My mom misses gumshoe

I did not call the queen being powerless like at all

if there’s another ace attorney game I want a dedicated scene about Apollo and Trucy getting told the truth

Hard to pick a favorite case but I think I liked case 2 and turnabout storyteller just bc it was pretty fun. Also can not believe Athena’s case was the super short filler one!

would’ve appreciated more Maya

cannot believe they just added on characters that were never previously mentioned. Oh yeah, there’s a secret fourth group gramarye member. Apollo? He actually has a brother and was left behind by his foster father at about fifteen or so.

Did the archaeologist guy just… steal a bunch of shit from Adrian’s exhibit? He had literally everything. Good god I wonder how he felt about that scroll having gravy on it

on the plane ride back why did Trucy sit (and fall asleep on) Edgeworth instead of idk her father. What did Athena really want to sit there or something. It’s very cute but also why

Actually Maya and Edgeworth should’ve sat next to eachother on the plane so they can debate about plumed punisher. “You gave away your one of a kind steal samurai themed watch FOR A RIPOFF KEYCHAIN” and then he throws her off the plane (personally, of the belief he would throttle ms inmee [not actually])

about that, it’s so funny to me that he ranted about the show to Datz, a guy he just met and is a revolutionary

Need to mention that Edgeworth’s cravat gets attacked by a dog, I don’t even have a comment I just need to iterate that fact

The breakdown scenes were fun and dynamic but idk I didn’t care for them that much

kind of thought they were gonna channel Apollo’s dad Jove fucking justice

It was funnier when I, for a split second, assumed that since nobody knew the name of his father that Apollo chose his last name to be Justice.

just now realizing that Apollo who shares a namesake with the god of music has two musician parents now

I am so happy that the 3d sprites look better than in dual destinies I don’t know if I could take it if they looked like that again

My mom’s favorite character design is Rayfa’s (but her favorite character is Susato who has nothing to do with soj)

Maya should get an “I survived TWO kidnapping” shirt because everyone wants leverage over Phoenix.

From what I saw online before playing the game I thought nahyuta would be super insanely awful, and then they introduce him as a level headed guy. Then I think oh he seems okay, and then he tells Apollo to go to the depths of hell and that he’ll be reincarnated as a piece of shit

When investigating phoenix tells Edgeworth that he think’s he’d like a gaudy house, to which Edgeworth is offended. And then Phoenix makes fun of him for his bright red sports car in his mind.

Would’ve loved a reference to some older characters, like Iris who is just like never brought up again. Anyways, what’s with spirit channeling families and being super fucked up

i am so sorry to say that Apollo looked like really good in that one cg with his hair antenna down (the one where he almost drowned) (not my best moment)

How in the world did Apollo survive as a teenager? If dhurke left him 10 or so years before this he’d be about fifteen? Did he just get dropped off at a boarding school, who the hell took care of him and how did he become a lawyer.

Why didn’t Amara just resume the throne herself? Idk if I totally missed something but isn’t she still a rightful heir

Khura’in spent EIGHT HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS ON A LIE. THEY WERE DONATIONS. AND FIVE YEARS OF LABOR (Amara’s tomb)

So funny to me that nahyuta drags Ema around everywhere like a little ragdoll back and forth country to country

The pun names in this one were wild 🤪 (suggested emoji)

oh god what if Edgeworth and rayfa were to talk about plumed punisher

Yeah we’re back to this, edgey’s sitting in a rebel hideout with lizards hanging from the ceiling and he watches the plumed punisher??? I kinda forgot the timeline but either Maya is currently kidnapped or dhurke’s in jail “oh okay I’ll stay behind” “let’s turn on the tv” “what the fucj is this”

One time phoenix’s phone went off and I jumped out of my seat because I also have the steal samurai theme as my damn ringtone

I get that it’s just fun sprite stuff but where does nahyuta get all his necklaces? How does his floating ribbon work?

In aa4 with my vague recollection, there’s a scene that kind of made me assume Ace attorney definitely took place in some weird fantasy land that coexisted with real world. (It was something that had to do with the founding fathers? And apollo “yes I know what America is” justice, like they currently don’t live there. It was some exchange during the case where klavier’s guitar blows up). Guess how surprised I was when oh golly now they’re full blown Americans!

since I mentioned aa4 and I already got off track everytime my mom hears that song (which Apollo made his ringtone) she complains about it and gets bad flashbacks. She told me everytime she hears a piano arrangement she thinks about the case. Maybe it wore off by now but it was her version of blue badger

Uendo was my favorite witness

Yeah I don’t think I have anything else to say, what a nice note to it on.

Nope I remembered something, queen ga’ran made me want to use the royal we.

#haz text #ace attorney #spirit of justice #long post #soj spoilers #apollo justice trilogy

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cyphersyndromes · 2 years

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The Seven husbands of Roseanne park

Inspired by: The Seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo ( Evelyn and Celia)

Sypnosis: Blonde princess, Roseanne park, is known for her infamous roles in Hollywood classics such as Gentlemen prefer blondes, Some like it hot, and Niagara. Her messy relationships have caused her to marry and frequently divorce, leaving the public on their knees to see her next lover, Although no one quite knows the raging flame inside her heart for her co-star, Y/n Y/l/n

Setting: Oscar night 1958, Rosie and y/n recently got into an argument, causing them to distance from eachother for 7 months leading up to the night in which rose and y/n both got nominated for an oscar.

Warnings: fluff, reunion,angst, closeted relationship, glamour galore :)

Oscar night, 1958. The golden age of Hollywood consisted of talented actors all wanting the title of an oscar.

Roseanne silently picks on her fingernails, nervous for the night as she was nominated for best actress for her role in Gentlemen prefer blondes. She was sitting in the back of a limozine, dressed in a stunning green gown that accentuated her figure along with pearls to her neck. Truly a gorgeous sight. To the left of her was her "Husband" Harry Reid, accompanying rose in a black classic tuxedo.

Harry notices his wife in discomfort and grabs her wrist whilst holding her hands. "It's going to be fine Rosie, you won't run into her, and if by any chance you do, nothing will happen," he says

"But I want something to happen harry, I haven't seen her in 7 months and 8 days, I know I messed up with y/n, I just want to talk to her for at least a few minutes," Rose says as she looked at her husband.

"Maybe Porter is there with y/n, you can also talk to him if you see him, I know how much our breakup has affected your relationship with him and I'm sincerely sorry," she said.

"Let's not worry about that right now, we are almost there, cheer up a little Rosie" harry said while giving her a reassuring smile while looking out the window, seeing they are the next car to walk on the red carpet whilst mobs of paparazzi are awaiting their arrival.

"Are you ready for this?" Harry says fixing his hair

"Ready as ill ever be, let's give the people what they want," Rosie said as the event coordinator opens their car door and immediately is shunned with flashing lights and chants of rosies name.

Rosie stepped out of the car, revealing her glamorous green dress making everyone on the carpet swoon in awe. A true princess

"Over here!....... Right here Rose!!!" was heard throughout the various clicks and flashes as rosie is posing with her husband alongside her.

She is guided forward toward the carpet whilst lights followed her. She and Harry promptly smile and pose for pictures as the audience is roaring for her dress.

"You all are lovely, truly, " rose says as she blows the cameramen kisses.

Holding Harry's hand, she is making her way inside the venue til loud roars erupt all over the carpet

Rose promptly turns to see what was causing the commotion.

As her loud surroundings were fading into a dead silence, her heart pounded, igniting the flame that was once presented amongst her before

There she sees her beloved y/n.

Wearing the most beautiful light pink dress, neck covered in pearls, and hair as shiny as it always has been, y/n, the most notable ginger in Hollywood of course.

She's is as beautiful as ever, my beautiful princess

Harry turns to see rose in complete awe as her eyes were glistening with pure devotion. Grabbing her hand once again, Rosie snaps out of her thoughts and smiles back at harry and quickly walks into the venue to get seated.

Rose and Harry were seated in their designated seats whilst waiting for the best actress category. Rosie was already uneasy due to her laying eyes on her ex-girlfriend. She had low expectations for this night, as in she would not take home the oscar. If any case she did not take home the trophy, she surely hoped y/n did.

Whilst watching other people's speeches, rosies heart felt heavy, as this is truly a remarkable experience, being at the Oscars with her husband ( who was actually her gay best friend). Everything was starting to hit her, causing her to pick at her fingernails once again.

"We will now be presenting the Nominees for best actress in a film" The announcer says.

"Nows the moment" harry says while squeezing rosies arm.

" Eleanor Hawke, Princess, and pearls...

Charlise Damsel, Say no to this

Y/n Y/l/n, Gentlemen prefer blondes

Roseanne Park, Gentlemen prefer blondes

Amber Monroe, Bulletproof girl "

"And the Oscar goes to..."

"Y/n Y/l/n, Gentlemen prefer blondes!" the announcer says

Feeling a spinning sensation, Rose clapped, feeling bittersweet, although she is happy to see y/n take home the oscar, seeing her is the most painful experience of them all.

Y/n stands in shock, hugging her "husband" Porter as she swiftly makes her way down the aisle whilst hearing the sounds of thousands of claps surrounding her.

Rosie stood and clapped, seeing her walk by the aisle next to her as if everything was in slow motion

She was mad because y/n looked extra pretty tonight, making the void she had in her heart open up even more as she missed her so much.

missed her cute kisses she would give when rose was pouty-faced, missed her sneaky moments when they would both run out of the set and hide backstage to have a quick makeout session.

missed how her hair fell perfectly onto her shoulders, almost as if the movie she was starring in was her true form

missed her laugh when they would read the most absurd books together

rosies heart heaved, seeing her walk down the aisle whilst picking up her long gown, flashing that beautiful smile.

She could've sworn y/n briefly made eye contact with her, looking away quickly.

"Oh dear," y/n said as she was handed the oscar and positioned the mic to her height.

"Wow, I'm so so so shocked I can hardly believe it dear god, um where to start," she says while looking at the audience.

" I would like to thank everyone who worked on Gentlemen Prefer blondes, such an extraordinary movie and I was so honored to be apart of it, alongside getting this oscar of course " y/n laughed

"I would also like to thank my wonderful husband, Porter Francis, thank you for being you truly, I love you, baby," she says causing harry to tense up alongside rose

Rose glances at Harry and grabs his hand, caressing his thumb gently to ease his nerves.

"And I have one more thing to say," y/n says as she looks at the trophy and sets it on the stand next to her.

" I would like to give thanks to a mystery person..." y/n says as she glances over to rosies row, laying her eyes on her, making rose shudder.

"Shit bitch" harry whispers to Rosie as she gulps.

"Although this person and I haven't talked in a while due to a slight indifference, I want them to know I still think about them, and I don't want to give up on them yet.." y/n says whilst still looking at Rosie.

" I remember asking this person if I was tolerable, in a sense that I could be of good company to a person like them, and they told me that if I wasn't tolerable to some that they would be the one to tolerate me, and now that I'm up here saying this speech with this award in my hand, I wonder how tolerable I am to you now," y/n says as she draws a faint smile in her face, chuckling to Rosie.

Rose smiles chuckling while a teardrop slowly streams down her face.

" To this mystery person, Please don't lean too close to the TV when this replays on all the channels okay!!" y/n says with a smile as a tear too slowly drops down her face.

Y/n then grabs her award and is escorted off the stage while everyone claps.

Rosie claps and sniffles as she was crying subtly to her speech directed at her. and the way her girlfriend embarrassed her with the one moment she broke her tooth leaning into seeing y/n on screen in her living room tv.

She truly missed her and knew she had to talk to her.

As the award show continued on, rose sat in her seat, looking around desperate to find y/n.

Rosie sees a pink gown and ginger locks get out of their seat and make their way to the restroom.

Perfect

"Harry ill be right back" she says

Rosie excused herself from her chair whilst handshaking fellow friends and directors that she worked with.

Walking down the aisle towards the restrooms, she felt a massive lump in her throat, as if she was about to throw up her words as she had so much to say to y/n.

She pushed the door to the restroom and saw y/n near the sink, washing her hands whilst drying them to put her gloves back on.

Everything stopped.

A moment of pure nothingness.

".Y-y/n?" Rose said, causing y/n to drop her glove and turn to face rosie.

"R-Rosie" y/n says nearly tearing up.

rose looked at y/n with such intent, and sorrow, as she missed those gleaming eyes, always protruding with such eagnerness.

Rose dropped her fur coat and ran to hug y/n, experiencing so many emotions.

"Before you speak please let me explain, I'm so so sorry my love for arguing with you. I was so frustrated with the headlines about my sincereness with harry as they found pictures of my car at porters place, which in reality was our place. I'm truly so sorry for lashing out at you, I wanted it to work between you and I dear I truly did, and I still want it to. Living with this double life has really taken a toll on me, not on your behalf, but on mine, I know it's not acceptable for us in the world, but I promise that won't ever affect my love for you darling, Please never forget that the sun rises and sets with your smile. At least to me, it does. You’re the only thing on this planet worth worshipping y/nnie. I won't ever do that to you ever again my love." rose cries out while embracing y/n

Faint sobbing is heard and rose pulls out the hug to see y/n crying. She places her hand on her chin, wiping away her tears.

"Please, I'm so miserable without you, it was so hard to even get out of bed without having your hands under my shirt grabbing my boobs, gosh I fucking missed that Rosie I missed everything about you " y/n chuckles as she looks up to rosies eyes while tears are still streaming out of hers.

"I know it's impossible in this stupid close-minded world, but I really wished I could've just screamed how much I loved you up there, could you imagine that??? me declaring my love for you" y/n laughs whilst rosie is smiling caressing her face.

"Actually I cant dear, can you show me" rose says laughing.

" ROSEANEEE PARKKKKK!!! I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL!!!!!!!" y/n screams

Rosies eyes open in disbelief and quickly laughs while moving her face closer to y/ns, missing her touch.

"honestly, I don't really care if anyone were to walk in enough for me to do this" Rosie says as she lifts y/ns face up with her index finger and smashes her lips upon hers, closing the void in her heart that longed for y/ns touch

As if everything were in slow motion, y/n and rosies lips collided, ending the war between their two hearts that were fighting for each other's touch.

Y/n tip toes to wrap her arms around rosies neck, causing her to break away from the kiss and smile, looking upon her lover's eyes as they slowly directed from her gleaming orbs back to her irresistible lips, longing for more.

.....

So so so cute, ugh i love evelyn hugo and celia so you know i had to do it.

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