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Peaches and Cream - One Shot

a/n: okay yall went crazy for this blurb so I wrote a full one shot for it. lmk if you want to see more from these two! Please reblog, put notes in the tags, send me asks. All feedback is important. It keep me writing! not proofread

warnings: smut, enemies to lovers

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There he was, looking at her with the smuggest look she’s ever seen. He’s tucking his shirt back into his pants, fastening the button and zipper, and looking up at her with rosy cheeks and closed-mouth grin. When all she does is look at him stoically, he chuckles softly, shakes his head, and finishes getting dressed. He leans in to leave a peck to her forehead before departing.

“Harry.” She calls to him, making him turn to look at her. “This was a one-time thing.”

“Whatever you say, Peach.”

And then he’s gone. She frowns at the use of her nickname. The one bestowed upon her by her mother. It was “Peaches” actually, but over the years people have just come to call her “Peach”. It wasn’t something she thought would carry over into her adult life, but she did. Then in bled into her professional life. She doesn’t mind when people call her that…except for him. Whenever Harry calls her Peach or Peaches, he says it in the most condescending tone. Sometimes when he’s feeling especially obnoxious, he likes to call her “Peaches and Cream”. He turned her sweet nickname into something she almost hates hearing now. But everyone knows her as Peach, and she doesn’t want to rock the boat by making them call her, her actual name. (Which she can’t stand. And her middle name is no good either.)

She hates Harry. He’s been a menace to her for years. So how she allowed him to take her home and fuck her into her mattress…she can’t really recall. As she shuffles into her bathroom and washes her face, she thinks about how the night’s events transpired. They weren’t intoxicated. They weren’t under the influence of any kind. They were simply working late, which was nothing out of the ordinary for either of them.

She and Harry are both account managers at a prestigious PR firm – Harris Public Relations & Media Consultation. Harry is a nepotism baby though. His father worked at Harris for years, was the CFO, that whole thing. So it was easy for Harry to get an internship during undergrad in the marketing department. And it was easy for Harry to get hired on as a copy editor while going for his MBA. And it was easy for Harry to move up the ranks until he was one of the lead account managers.

Peach, on the other hand, well…she worked a little harder. She got a full ride to Columbia thanks to hours upon hours of writing letters and essays for scholarships. She thought she might like to go into journalism, but she only ended up minoring in it. What stole her heart was media relations and literacy. She just found it fascinating! The theory behind what media are, and how to properly learn how to use them interested her more than anything. She took a course on the art of media training, and that was it for her. She knew she wanted to do something in the world of public relations. She also looked up to Samantha from Sex and the City, and how she was able to basically build an empire all on her own. That was Peach’s dream, to someday have her own PR firm.

But she knew it would take time to be able to do that. She had to learn the business and make a name for herself. She found an internship during undergrad, but she had to go through a more rigorous interview process than Harry had. She also got her start in copy editing, but for a small marketing company. Working at a place like Harris would be a huge stepping stone for her career. So when a job opened up on the media relations team a few years back, she applied. And thanks to her networking skills, she had some incredible people to put down as references. It took over a month, but she was hired. She was doing copy editing, working with clients, doing some media training to up and coming artists. All things that were good experience for her to get under belt.

Being an account manager though…that’s where the big buck and the notoriety are. This where are a person can put their money where their mouth is. The CEO, now Harris’ son Jeremy, is the one who assigns the account managers to specific clients. Each manager has a team, that team puts together a pitch, and they all pitch it to the client. The client then picks which pitch they like best, and that manager and their teams gets to work with the client going forward. Everyone gets paid a standard salary, but account managers are given a commission when their pitch is selected. Not to mention the pure bragging rights.

So, she knew if she ever wanted her own PR firm, then she’d start needing experience managing accounts. She requested a one-on-one meeting with Jeremy after working for the company for two years. She did good work. She brought him facts and figures. He was impressed. When he asked what she wanted when she was done selling herself to him, she explained her work goals and aspirations. She didn’t say she wanted to have her own firm, no, she told him she wanted to be an account manager here at Harris and she wanted to be the one to continue getting them in the 21st century. She wanted to bring the company more money and more clients. This is exactly what Jeremy wanted to hear. But since she’s a woman, she had to be a bit more persuasive. She knows how Jeremy is. He looks, but never touches. He’s a married man, after all. So, she gave him various things to look at that day. She wore her tightest pencil skirt that fell about halfway around her thighs, sheer, black tights underneath, a pair of pumps that would help her legs look a little longer, and a blouse that showed off her cleavage beautifully.

It was in the bag. Jeremy’s eyes drifted and wandered as she spoke. She pretended not to care that she was being openly objectified by the CEO of the company. And by the end of the meeting, he told her that one of the other account managers would be retiring at the end of that month, but no one knew yet. So, the open position would go right to her if she wanted it. She accepted, and shook his hand, lingering just a tad to make him feel wanted. Giving a man an ego boost is always the icing on the cake. She got exactly what she wanted.

This tactic may not have been obvious to the other account managers, but it was obvious to Harry. He has no problem working with women. He prefers to work in a diverse space, so that’s not the problem. The problem is he knew exactly how she played it. She used her looks and body to weasel her way into an open position that she didn’t have a formal interview for. Harry was hoping there would be a legitimate search done for a new account manager so one of his friends at another frim could apply. But no…Peach got it.

She was given the office right next to Harrys. Glass all around for easy view of the city and the people working at the desks outside of the offices. There were blinds that could be pulled for privacy, of course. She had her own assistant that would help manager her calendar and meetings. And now she’d be able to put her own teams together for pitches. She knew who she liked in the graphics department, and she knew who she liked in the print shop, and she knew who she liked for writing copy. It was all falling into place.

Harry was convinced that she slept with Jeremy to get the position. To him, it seemed like she had no experience for pitching to clients and making the important things happen. To him, she had more experience in damage control, quality assurance, those types of things.

At her first account managers meeting, Jeremy was there to deliver some new updates. He was a hands on CEO, just as his father was. He didn’t just want to be a figure head for the company. He still took on the occasional client and everything.

“And my last announcement is to welcome our newest account manager, Peach.” He smiled in her direction, and everyone looked at her. She smiled at everyone sheepishly, then they turned their attention back to Jeremy.

After the meeting, Harry saw her refilling her water bottle at the water bottle station near the bathrooms. He was going to refill his bottle as well.

“Congrats on movin’ on up.” He said her. At first she thought he was being sincere. Could the nepotism baby actually be a kind person with a soul?

“Thank you, Harry.”

“Please, just call me H, everyone else does.”

“Alright.” She smiled and stepped aside to let him refill his water.

“So, what kind of a name is Peach? Did your parents have an affinity for the fruit?” He asked her nonchalantly.

“No, it’s just a nickname my mom gave me when I was a kid. She used to call me Peaches, and then that shortened to Peach as I got older. It sort of stuck, and I prefer to use it. It’s shorter than my actual name. Rolls off the tongue easier.”

“Ah.” Harry nodded, screwing the cap back onto his bottle. “I bet Jeremy thought you were just the sweetest thing, then?” He said sweetest thing with a slight country twang. Was he mocking her? Her mother may have been from the south, but she was no bumpkin.

“I don’t know about that, but I know he liked what he saw when I showed him my portfolio.”

“Mm.” He nodded again. “Well, bless your heart, Peaches. Welcome to the team.”

He turned and walked away from her, leaving the foulest taste in her mouth. So what if she was born in Georgia. She wasn’t raised there. Her parents got divorced, and her mother moved them up north to Boston where one of her cousins lived. Her mother met a man that worked in IT, and she got a new step-dad in a matter of a couple of years. She doesn’t even have an accent. Her mother barely has one anymore. What the fuck was Harry’s problem?

The two didn’t see much of each other except for the weekly account managers meeting. They were often working on different projects, and they never used the same people for their teams. Jeremy assigned specific managers to specific pitches because he knew where certain people had expertise. Different clients needed different things. So, really, Peach didn’t have to work with Harry all that much. She hated that her office was next to his, but it’s not like he was a distraction.

He knew how to push her buttons, though. He’d throw in various version of her nickname during meetings to make her look stupid and juvenile. Saying things like, “We haven’t heard from Peaches on this”, or, “Settle down Peach and Cream”, or literally anything that would make her the butt of a joke. She loathed him. Harry knew it was childish to pick on her, but he was pissed. If she could schmooze her way into this position, who’s to say she won’t do that again for an even higher position? No way will she ever be the boss of him. Harry works hard, and he’s good at what he does. He’s one of the top account managers at the firm. If anyone’s going to get a bump up, it should be him.

It went on like this for a year. They made each other crazy. Then came the day when Harry, Chris, John, and Peach were all called into a meeting with Jeremy and his executive assistant. This is usually how he assigned really important pitches to a select number of account managers. What both Harry and Peach couldn’t figure out is why they were being called into the same meeting.

“You all are familiar with the popular hotel chain called RJR, right?” Everyone nods and hums in agreement. “They’re looking to rebrand. They’ve had the same logo, slogan, and branding for over thirty years, and they want to change things up. They want to get more young people using their website to book rooms and events. The majority of their clientele are older people, and they love them, but they want to expand and market to more.” Everyone takes notes as Jeremy explains. “You all have experience when it comes to helping a company work through rebranding. This is going to be an insanely involved project, so I wanted my top managers on this.”

Harry thought he was going to explode. Since when was Peach a top account manager? She’s only been at this for a year! Harry’s been managing accounts for over five! He knows he gets paid more, especially since his pitches are usually the ones chosen by the client, but now he seems to have some real competition. Jeremy’s assistant emails everyone the briefing on what the hotel is looking to do. Now it’s on the account managers to do some market research before pulling their teams together. They have a week and a half before the VP of Marketing from RJR comes to hear the pitches.

She stays late every night to do take notes and put her information together. They all still have other work during the day to get done. It’s not unusual for people to stay late. She wants to be able to articulate what different populations are looking for in terms of hotel service. What’s important to these different age groups? 24-hour front desk service? A proper mini-fridge? Storage space? Free breakfast? It’s a lot to consider. If the nightly rate is high, what are the customers getting for that price?

“Well, look he’s still here.” Harry’s graining, agitating voice rings loud and clear to her as he steps into her office. “It’s Miss Peach Pie.”

“What do you want, H? I’m busy.” She says flatly.

“Nothing.” He shrugs. “I was just finishing up my work for the night. I used one of the conference rooms that has a larger whiteboard so I could brainstorm a little.” He puts his hands in his pockets and smirks at her. “Don’t get too excited though, I erased everything, so you won’t be able to steal any of my ideas.”

“Your ideas are probably just as stupid as you are, so I’m all set.”

“Oof.” He puts his hands over his heart to fake that she’s wounded him. “That was a good one. Calling me stupid is so high level.”

“I apologize, I’m a bit tired from the day. I promise to insult you properly tomorrow morning after a good night’s sleep.”

“You know you’re not going to be selected for this, right? You’re going up against me, John, and Chris. You don’t stand a chance.”

“Sounds like someone’s projecting.” She sing-songs. “You’re that scared of me stealing your thunder?”

“All I’m saying is, you’re running with the big dogs now. Some of us aren’t exactly friendly.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice about that.”

“Just don’t be surprised when one of us bites you on the ass.”

“Hm.” She grins and crosses her arms over her chest, leaning back in her chair. “And what would a bitchless guy like yourself know about biting asses?” Harry’s mouth falls open. “I mean, it’s one thing for a woman to work late. I don’t have kids to get home to, and I pay my neighbor’s kid to feed my dog and take him out. But you, a man of such stature and status, you’d think you’d have some hole to rush home to.” She pouts mockingly at him. “What’s wrong? Your pocket pussy just not doing it for you anymore?”

Harry narrows his eyes at her. “My private life stays separate from work. Pardon me for not talking about what or who I get into on the weekends like some of our other colleagues.”

“It’s okay to admit you’re a virgin, H. Everyone does everything in their own time. I’m sure it’ll happen for you someday.” She smiles ever so sweetly at him. “Life isn’t a race.”

“Go to hell.” He huffs, and leaves her office to go to his, gathering his things and leaving her in their wing all alone.

He hates her. He loathes her. He has to beat her at this, he can’t let her win.

After a week and a half of snide comments, and hours upon hours of extra work, the VP of Marketing from RJR is here in the nicest conference room to hear the four different pitches. Jeremy is sitting with her. Her name is Adelaide Benjamin. She looks to be in her late forties, but her eyes are kind. It’s not often the managers get to pitch to a woman. It makes John and Chris a little nervous for their presentations. They’re both guys’ guys. Harry can charm anyone, so he’s not worried one bit. And Peach, well, she’s not stupid enough to relax just because she’s pitching to a woman. Often times in business, women aren’t so quick to support other women.

The four of them get to meet with Adelaide, sharing a delicious breakfast catered by the firm’s dining department. She goes over her plans and what the company over all is looking to do. They all are given time to freshen up and use the bathroom before the presentations start. John goes first, then Harry, then Peach, and then Chris. The four of them are brought back in after Adelaide and Jeremy chat for a while.

“Thank you all so much for your marvelous presentations. I’m going to take back the materials you’ve given me to my team, and talk things over with them. I should have an answer on who I’d like to take this on in a few days.”

Oh, she’s thorough. Today is Thursday, which means they won’t have an answer until Monday. Which means the four of them are going to be on edge until then. It makes it difficult to concentrate on their other projects. Peach’s stomach isn’t feeling too great. She’s not sure if she ate too much or too little earlier. She’s not sure if it’s the nerves. She’s not sure if maybe her skirt is just a little too tight around her stomach as she sits. It’s really a better outfit for standing.

She manages to get through the day unscathed, but around 5:15, she’s rushing to the bathroom. She’s never sure which end is worse for things to come out of, but at work, she’d prefer to throw up. Luckily, that’s all it is. She heaved hard until her stomach was empty, and it was just bile coming out. She stands up slowly, and goes to rinse her mouth out at the sink. She keeps a spare toothbrush in her office, and makeup wipes. She sighs with relief at the thought because looking at herself in the mirror right now…

Her forehead is clammy, her body feels sweaty, and she looks like a raccoon because now her eye makeup has smeared and clumped under her eyes. She’s just happy she had the good sense to put her hair up before coming to the bathroom to throw up. Feeling exhausted, she pushes the bathroom door open only to be met with Harry refilling his water bottle. He looks at her like he’s looking at a ghost. He almost looks concerned? That can’t be.

“Was…was that you in there?” He blinks, and she nods. “Christ, I don’t think I’ve heard someone yak that violently before. Do you always sound like that when you spew?”

“I don’t know, I don’t usually pay attention to the way I vomit while it’s happening.” She wipes under her eyes and sighs when she sees how much makeup comes off on her hands. “I need to go clean myself up.”

“Are you feeling alright?” He asks as he follows her back to her office. He watches as she pops a piece of gum in her mouth, and uses a wipe to clean her face. “Are you sick?”

“My stomach’s been bothering me all day. I think it was something I ate this morning.”

“Well, I feel fine and no one else seemed to get sick from the food.”

“Maybe it’s a stomach bug, then. I don’t know. I plan to take a sleeping aid and knock out when I get home.”

“Could be something else.” He smirks. “Maybe you’re pregnant. What a blessing that would be. You’d go on maternity leave, we’d hire someone on in your place on a temporary basis, they’d excel, and then you’d be fired a month after returning.” He looks off, smiling, as if he can really picture it. “What a world that would be.”

“Just because a woman throws up does not mean she’s pregnant.” She bites. Harry looks at her. He’s never seen her face look so plain and delicate. He’s seen her at the end of the day before. He knows what she looks like when she’s exhausted. This is just the most vulnerable he’s ever seen her. It’s like she’s taken all of her armor off. “I’m packing up so I can go home. Hopefully it was just a one and done.”

“Maybe you should stop by a pharmacy on your way. You know, grab some Nyquil, maybe some O.J., and a pregnancy test, just to be sure.”

“You know, you really shouldn’t be an ass about things like this.” She huffs as she stuffs her bag with her things. “What if I was trying to get pregnant, hm? What if I’ve miscarried? What if I couldn’t have children? Do you know how awful it would be to be questioned like this if I had all that going on? You don’t like being asked about your personal life, well, neither do I. So drop it.”

“You’re right, it was insensitive me to joke about that.” He says genuinely, and it helps her to calm down. “It was stupid for me to even bring it up. I mean, it’s not like you’re fucking anyone. You said it yourself, the only thing you’re going home to is your dog.”

Her bottom lip juts out in a pout. Harry’s about to roll his eyes because she’s famous for using that pout to her advantage, but when he notices her lip start to quiver and tears slipping down her cheeks, well, his entire demeanor changes.

“Shit, I took it too far.” He crosses the room over to her just as she’s grabbing a tissue to dab her eyes with.

“You always do, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” She says through her tears. “Don’t go all soft on me just because I’m tearing up.” She wipes under her eyes and reaches for her coat. “You have no idea what I’ve been through in the last six months because I check my shit at the door. Work is a good distraction. I used to have more to go home to, but I don’t anymore.” She brushes by him over to her door, and she motions for him to leave so she can lock it. “But at least I still have something there that’s happy to see me when I get in. What do you have, huh?” He furrows his eyebrows as he looks at her. “You have absolutely nothing outside of this place.” She zips up her jacket and locks her office door. “See you tomorrow, asswipe.”

She doesn’t see him tomorrow. She actually had to call out of work. Turns out she does have a stomach bug. She’s feeling much better by the time Monday comes around. She knows she was really harsh when she last spoke to Harry, but she doesn’t care. He’s been harsh with her time and time again. It’s about time someone gives it back to him.

Her assistant tells her she has a meeting with Jeremy at nine, so she prepares for that. She wonders if he’s letting her down easy for not getting the pitch. She figures Harry probably got it. She stops short at Jeremy’s office when she sees Harry chatting with Jeremy’s assistant.

“Oh, good, you’re both here. Come in.” Jeremy says, and she and Harry both go to sit on the other side of his desk. “I had a video call with Adelaide last night. After looking over all the materials with her team, she feels as though it would be best if the two of you worked on the account together.”

“What?” They say at the same time.

“She enjoyed both of your pitches immensely, and was having a hard time choosing. She said you both bring different and interesting ideas to the table, and she’d like to see them combined cohesively. You each will still get a full commission, so it’s not like you have to split this one.” He looks at Harry, then at her, smiling fondly as his eyes rake over her body. “Peach, I think it would be a good opportunity for you to work with Harry. As you know, he’s one of the top account managers at this firm, he has plenty of experience under his belt, especially a rebrand of this caliber.”

“Yes, sir, that makes sense.” She says, swallowing her pride a bit as she nods.

“And Harry, you could learn a thing or two from Peach. She’s very up to date on what Gen Z is up to online. Adelaide noted that she enjoyed Peach’s ideas for getting the company on Tik Tik. I know social media outside of Facebook and Instagram isn’t your favorite, but it’s a fad that seems to be everlasting.”

“Tik Tok…right.” Harry nods slowly.

“You have a month to get a concise concept together for her review. You’ll be sent some of their own market research that her team has done. It should help you figure out how to best target the audiences they’re looking draw in. Any questions?” They both shake their heads no. “Excellent. Hop to it.”

The two stand up and leave in complete shock. They don’t speak to each other for two days. Neither of them know what to say to the other. But Wednesday rolls around and it hits them that a month really isn’t a ton of time to put everything together, so they need to meet. They block out the whole afternoon to meet in one of the larger conference rooms so they can looks over the other’s materials and use the whiteboards to brainstorm.

“I still don’t understand the need for a Tik Tok account for a hotel chain. Who would want to watch videos about a hotel?” Harry asks her.

“The videos wouldn’t be about the hotel. People like it when brands jump onto weird trends that have absolutely nothing to do with their product. It’s funny and unexpected. It drive those viewers to their account page which is where a link to the hotel site would be.” She smiles smugly. “I didn’t think I’d have to explain something so simple to you, but that’s on me for assuming you have at least one brain cell in that giant head of yours.”

“Making fun of someone’s personal appearance is shallow, rude, and cheap.” He turns his nose up at her. “I didn’t look at the Tik Tok thing in that way. I don’t use the app myself, so I guess I’m not up on all the trends and whatnot.”

“It’s actually pretty fun. There are definitely people on there with brain rot, but you can just block the accounts you don’t want to see. Let me guess…you use reels?”

“No.” Harry says defensively. “But I have friends that send them to me from time to time.”

“Wait a second.” She shakes her head in confusion. “You have friends?”

“Not all of us prefer to only converse with four-legged animals, Peaches.” He sighs. “What did you think of the mock ups my team did for the logo?”

“I actually really liked them. You had Lee do these?”

“Yeah, he’s always my go to.”

“This one’s my favorite, it’s sleek, not too busy, but it still has some pizazz.” She taps her finger on one of the pieces of paper.

“Alright, something we actually agree on.” Harry sets the other logos aside on the other side of the table. “Now, I was thinking we could do some type of mailer for the crowd that doesn’t like digital marketing. A post card with a coupon code could go over very well. They can be directed to the website or call the hotel directly.”

“We can send it as an email as well.”

“Right.” Harry nods. “I was thinking long-time rewards members could get a voucher for one free night, or free breakfast during their stay. Adelaide said the company is fine with spending a little to make a lot.”

“I think giving that to long-time members is a good idea. It costs more to get and retain new people, let’s focus on the people we have.”

“Exactly.” Harry smiles. “So, here’s a binder full of information I had my assistant put together. If you could look through it and take some notes, I can-“

“I’m going to stop you right there.” She slides the binder back over to him. “I’m not your admin, I’m not going to be the only one doing the clerical work. Also, do not assign tasks to me like I’m lesser than you.”

“Jeremy said you could learn from me. I’m just showing you my process. Like me or not, I have a good track record with my clients. I’ve already looked through the binder and put my notes in the margins. I just wanted you to look it over as well so we have the same information.”

“You could have said that in the first place.” She murmurs.

“You’re very hostile when you don’t need to be.”

“If I’m hostile it’s because you make the environment that way. You’re always so combative. You make everything a competition!”

“That’s our job! We compete for clients.”

“But you’re especially competitive with me. I’m a woman in a male dominated field and office, I have to work twice as hard as you. If I show the wrong emotion, I’m a bitch or a pushover or weak or nasty.”

“Are you telling me that I don’t work hard? That I didn’t work hard to get to where I am?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Your father was the CFO! Of course you got one of the best jobs here.”

“I worked my way up same as you.”

“It wasn’t the same, Harry.”

“You’re right, I didn’t sleep my way to top.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Don’t act so surprised that I figured it out, it’s obvious.”

“What’s obvious?” Her eyes and nostrils are flaring.

“You hooked up with Jeremy, that’s how you got the open position without going through the formal interview process. That’s why you dress and act the way you do. You wanted his attention, you got it, and you have him something in return. Now, I don’t know if you blew him under his desk or if you let him fuck you, but-“ Smack! Harry clutches at his cheek, and looks at her in shock. Her chest is heaving and her eyes are watery.

“How fucking dare you.”

“Did you just slap me?! I could report you, I could-“

“And I could report you for sexual harassment and defamation of character! That’s how you think I got this job? By sleeping with the CEO?”

“It had to have been! I see the way he looks at you. I see the way everyone looks at you.”

“I asked for a meeting with him, not even knowing there was going to be a position opening up. I just wanted to sit with him and go over my goals and where’d I’d like to be in the next few years. I showed him my portfolio, he asked me a few questions, and we had a great conversation. He didn’t touch me, I didn’t touch him, it was all professional.”

“Mhm.” Harry rolls his eyes. “So every time we meet with him, I’m just imagining the look he gives you?”

“What look?”

“Like he’s ready to devour you right then and there.”

“Jeremy looks, but he doesn’t touch. He would never cheat on his wife, he needs her, and he knows she’d leave him if he did anything behind his back.”

“How could you possibly even know that?”

“His assistant told me. She wanted to know what the meeting was for, she was excited for me, and she gave me some tips. So, yeah, I wore one of my best outfits and let my cleavage pop a little, but I didn’t sleep with him. And even if I had, shame on you for shaming me for it. We all have to learn to play the game, Harry. Women are dealt a different hand, so we play the game differently. I didn’t do anything wrong.” She starts gathering her things. “I cannot believe that I have to continue to work on this project with you.”

“I can’t believe you slapped me.” He rubs his cheek and starts chuckling. “Got me pretty good.”

“I’m not a particularly violent person, but you said something totally out of line, H.” She looks at him. “It’s not funny.”

With that, she leaves the conference room. They communicate via email and Teams all day Thursday. She couldn’t bare to be in the same space as him. She even worked in a separate area so she wouldn’t have to look over and see him in his office. They agreed to meet late on Friday to get back to the task at hand. They ordered takeout and got to work. Keeping things strictly professional, not getting distracted by petty conversations. Harry ended up ordering some ice cream through Uber Eats. He’s got a sweet tooth, so now they take a break while they soak in the sugar.

“I think this is really starting to come together.” He says as he walks around the conference table, looking over their materials. “I think we could probably start putting our team together next week.”

“Agreed.” She nods. “I have to say, ice cream was a good idea.”

“Much needed.” Harry sets his cup down and stuffs his hands in his pockets. “I…haven’t formally apologized for what happened the other day. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

“It’s not about the way you spoke to me, it’s about you assuming I was fucking around with our boss to move up. And even if I was, it’s none of your business.”

“You’re right, it’s not.” He slowly approaches her. “To be honest, I don’t think it would have bothered me if it were anyone else.”

“Why? Because you already didn’t like me?”

“Yeah.” He smirks, stepping closer until her bum hits the edge of the conference table. He’s never been this close to her before. “But also…” He places his hands on either side of her on the table, their noses nearly brushing. “I hate the way the other guys look at you, especially Jeremy.”

“What do you care how other people look at me? Why do you even notice?”

“Because after I’m done looking at you, I’m looking to see if anyone else is seeing what I’m seeing.”

“What do you see?” She asks carefully, not faltering or backing down even though Harry is extremely intimidating in this position.

“The most frustratingly gorgeous woman.”

“You’re being mean.” Her bottom lip pouts ever so slightly, and Harry’s eyes darken.

“I’m being serious.” He closes his eyes and presses his forehead to hers. “You have no idea what it does to me when you pout like that.”

“H.”

“Tell me to back off if I’m making you uncomfortable.” He looks at her. “We can get right back to work, and I’ll promise to never get this close to you again.”

“You’re trying to get me caught up in something for leverage.” She pushes on his shoulders to get him to back up. “You want me to make a move so you can hold it over me. You’re being an ass and messing around.”

“I’m not messing around. Jesus Christ, not everyone in this world is out to get you.”

“I never said they were! God, you love to put words in my mouth.”

“I actually only have one thing I’d love to put in your mouth, but something tells me you wouldn’t go for it.”

“Oh, please.” She scoffs. “You’d blow your load the second the open air hits your prick. Virgins tend to lose it a little faster, but I’m sure you’ve looked that up before.”

“Why do you think I’m a virgin?” He laughs, exasperated.

“You seem very sexually repressed.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and looks him up and down. “And all this.” She gestures around him. “It doesn’t exactly scream, ‘this guy fucks’.”

“I’ll have you know I get compliments all the time on my clothes.”

“Just because they fit right doesn’t mean they’re appealing.”

“How would you know if they fit right?” He smirks.

“It’s hard not to notice when you’re always wearing pants that are tight around your ass. You’re like a math teacher or something, you love to lean over a table during a meeting and stick your butt out.”

“It’s more comfortable to stand that way.” He shrugs. “And just to circle back, if anyone’s sexually repressed, it’s you.”

“Me?”

“You’re entire aura screams that you need to get dicked down, and you need it bad.”

“Well you’re right about that.” She agrees. “But not from you. I’m not in the mood to explain the female anatomy to someone. Did you know that women can orgasm too? It’s not just something men can do.”

“Is that right.” Harry nods.

“Mhm, and we can get wet as well. Not something I would expect you to know anything about.”

“Are you wet right now?”

“That’s not a question you ask someone.” Her cheeks flush.

“Why not? Our conversation is already so vulgar. Answer the question, are you wet? Are you turned on? Are you hot?”

“Come find out for yourself.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” She motions to him to come closer. “I give you full permission to touch me and find out.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“I’m not.”

Harry steps towards her, slinging an arm around her waist to pull her closer. His other hand reaches to unzip the zipper on the side of her skirt. His fingers skim along her sheer stockings before tucking them inside. She takes a deep breath, but continues to hold eye contact with him.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” He asks.

“Yes.”

His fingers slide down further, moving between her folds and the cotton cloth covering her. His nostrils flare when he feels how wet she is. He didn’t think he did it for her, he’s pleasantly surprised. She’s not overly drenched or anything, but she’s definitely aroused. They look at each other, both of their hearts beating rapidly.

In a flash, Harry’s hands are flying to her jaw and he’s taking her bottom lip between his teeth. The surprised gasp she makes gives him access to the inside of her mouth. His tongue molds with hers. He’s aggressive, but not in an inexperienced excited way that would have him slobbering all over her, no, it’s the type of aggressive where if he doesn’t keep kissing her they’ll both die. He moves the various papers behind her on the table and sits her up on it. She’s on her back in seconds with him on top of her, pressing his hard cock into her hip. She tries to shift to get him where she wants him, but her skirt is too tight around her thighs. She moans into his mouth and tugs on his tie. They’re doing a lot of grinding and grabbing, but it’s frustrating.

“I’m about ready to just rip your blouse open.” He growls against her mouth.

“We can’t do this here.” She pants. “C-cameras.”

“They’re only in the halls.”

“Harry.” She pushes on his chest and she sits up. “I don’t feel comfortable doing this here.”

“Right.” He runs a hand through his hair. “It’s late, we both got carried away. We should-“

“Let’s go back to my place.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m only offering once.”

“Text me your address, I’ll meet you there.”

She’s freaking out. She almost tells him not to come, but it’s too late. She can see his headlights through her front windows. She opens the front door before he even has a chance to knock, but he’s not complaining because his lips are back on hers. He pushes her up against the nearest wall, hard, and gets a hand wrapped gently around her throat. He hooks his thumb into her mouth, and she sucks on it, but she doesn’t give him the satisfaction of smiling while doing so. She nips at the pad of his thumb before he takes it out.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Upstairs.”

“Lead the way.”

She tugs him up the stairs, and into her room. She starts unbuttoning her blouse, but Harry’s got her on the bed before she can get it off. He kisses on her chest, biting and sucking on the top of her breasts. She weaves her fingers through his curls, pushing him closer to her. He kisses down her sternum and tugs her skirt off of her. He cups her over her stockings, grounding his palm against her. She arches her back slightly and moans. He grips the band of her stockings, curls the material around his fist, and stretches it tight over her pussy. She gasps as he wedges his thigh between hers while keeping the material tight over her. It all provides the perfect amount of friction.

“Go on, work for it.” He says to her.

“Huh?”

“You like working hard for things, right? Show me how you work for your orgasm.” He moves his thigh from side to side against her, and she groans.

She moves along with him, feeling herself get warm all over. He licks into her mouth, and stretches the stockings tighter. She’s breathing heavily against his mouth. She didn’t something like this would be getting her there, but the whole thing is just so hot, and he’s really turning her on. Her back arches as she grinds against him, her head moving from side to side on her pillows, and she comes just as her stockings tear at the crotch.

“Oops.” He says as he looks down.

“Happens more often than you think.” She breathes. “They’re not expens-“

Harry’s tearing them further at the crotch, and moving her panties to the side so he can lick over her. He presses down on her stomach to keep her in place. His mouth is warm, and he’s moaning into her. She’s squirming against him. It’s been a really long time since someone’s made her feel this good. And being fucked by her colleague that she can’t stand is giving her a type of euphoria she’s never experienced before.

Her toes curl when he sucks on her clit. He pushes her thighs further apart, and licks inside of her. He sucks, and licks, and spit, and makes a sloppy mess of her. She’s in complete shock, but she’s not complaining. She’s too busy tugging on Harry’s curls and grinding against his mouth. He told her to work for it, so she’ll continue to do just that.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit!” She comes unexpectedly, and it knocks the wind out of her.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. They start grabbing at each other and rolling around on the bed to get their clothes off. They can’t get naked fast enough. He pins her down again once they’re unclothed, keeping her wrists above her head on the bed. He slips a finger inside of her and her mouth falls open. He sucks on her bottom lip as a second finger joins the first.

“You’re just as sweet as a peach, you know that?” He says hotly into her ear, making her eyes roll back. His thumb starts rubbing around her clit as his fingers work deep inside of her. “Knew you would.”

“You’ve thought about going down on me before?”

“I’ve thought about doing everything to you.” He moves to look at her, wanting to watch her face as he loosens her up. “I don’t have any condoms with me.”

“I have some in my d-drawer.”

“Good. Get one.” He pulls his fingers from her and stands up. She reaches into her side-table drawer for a condom and hands it to him.

“It’s so big.” She says to him as he rolls the condom on.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make it fit.” He knees back onto the bed and knocks her legs back open. He lines himself up with her and pushes inside. “Jesus.” He clutches at the pillow by her head. “Sucked me right in, but you’re still so tight.” He pulls out and pushes right back in. “You good?”

“Yeah, please, just…fuck me.”

He gets a steady rhythm going for them. He wants to get a feel for her body before doing anything fancy. Besides that, he’s really liking the feeling of being chest to chest with her. He sits up slightly to grope at her breasts. He sucks one of her nipples into his mouth and groans. He wants to touch and kiss her all over. He sits up all the way and puts of her legs over his shoulder, moving her slightly so she’s on her side.

“Oh my god!” Her mouth falls open. “S-so deep. Oh my fucking god.” She starts panting, feeling like she can’t even breathe. This position is incredible.

They shift until she’s on her belly, and he’s fully on top of her fucking her from behind. He snakes an arm between her and the mattress. They’re grinding together in perfect sync, moving their hips in slow circles. Her breathing evens out, and he gives her hip a squeeze. He drags his fingers to her ass and rubs her between her cheeks.

“Is this okay?” He asks her. “Can I play with it a little?”

“Yes.” She nods.

He rubs her clit at the same time with his other hand, and she tightens up the second his finger starts to circle around her other hole.

“Need you to relax for me, Peach.” He nibbles on her ear as she tries to calm herself. “That’s good, just breathe.”

She moans out as she starts to feel completely overstimulated. Her clit is throbbing, her pussy is pulsating around his cock, and his other hole is taking his finger in with ease. It’s all too much, and it’s all so good.

“I’m gonna come again.” She shoves her face into her duvet as cries out into it. Harry doesn’t let up one bit, elongating all of the sensations. She can’t stop moaning and crying. He pulls out of her and lays on his back. She immediately shifts to straddle him, sinking down until she’s completely full of him. Her nails rake down his chest. “It’s really annoying that you feel this good.”

“Still think I’m a virgin?” He smirks, gripping her hips to move her along with his thrusts.

“N-no.” She grabs at her own breasts and lets her head roll back. “You can get a lot of experience by just fucking one person.”

“You’re a brat.” He swats at her ass as he chuckles. “Normally I don’t like, but right now it’s really doing something for me.” He sits up and smiles at her. “Keep your wrists behind your back and fuck yourself on me.” She nods and uses her knees to help herself move up and down on him. She switches between that and grinding down on him in circles. His hands come up to grope at her breasts, loving the way they feel in his hands. She tightens around him and starts moving faster. “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck me, god, just fuck me.”

“Oohhh my god.” There’s sweat rolling down her spine, and she can’t help but wrap her arms around him as she comes around him again, kissing him with everything she’s got.

He moves them so he’s back on top of her, hooking an arm under her knee, and fucking into her deeper than he has all night. His free hand wraps around her throat, gently squeezing and applying the perfect amount of pressure.

“Okay?” He asks her, letting up to make sure she can answer.

“Yes.”

Her hand comes down between them to take care of her clit, making him nearly lose it right then and there. He loves it when a woman just takes what she wants to get what she needs.

“I want you to keep your eyes open and on me.” He tells her. “Can you do that?”

“Yes.” She says to the best of her ability.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I wish you could see how you look right now.”

“Harry.”

“Aww, are you gonna come again?” He pouts mockingly at her, and she nods. He nods along with her, still pouting. “You’re gonna come with me, so hold on.”

“Please, I…it feels so good. You feel so good.” Her free hand comes up to his shoulder, sinking her nails into his skin.

“It must piss you off that I’m making you feel this good.”

“You have no idea.” She says through gritted teeth.

Harry grins, and comes down to kiss her. He moans into her mouth as he starts to let go. His orgasm is right at the base of spine, and he’s ready to spill. She moans louder from hearing moan loudly. The room fills with the sounds of their sex, and they both fully submit to each other. He continues with slow thrusts as he drops her legs. His hands cup her jaw as they kiss each other without any precision, they both just need to do something with their mouths. Her hands squeeze at his hips and ass. His skin feels so good on hers.

After a few tender moments, Harry gets up and makes his way into her bathroom to clean himself up. Her head is reeling. What the fuck did she just do?! Did she seriously just sleep with her coworker whose guts she hates?

He comes out of the bathroom, letting the light from that guide him to find his clothes. He glances at her a few times, his chest is flushed and his forehead is damp. She sits up slightly, covering herself with her sheets. She’s overthinking everything. All of this is insane.

And there he was, looking at her with the smuggest look she’s ever seen. He’s tucking his shirt back into his pants, fastening the button and zipper, and looking up at her with rosy cheeks and closed-mouth grin. When all she does is look at him stoically, he chuckles softly, shakes his head, and finishes getting dressed. He leans in to leave a peck to her forehead before departing.

“Harry.” She calls to him, making him turn to look at her. “This was a one-time thing.”

“Whatever you say, Peach.”

And then he’s gone.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #enemies to lovers #harry styles

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wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos · 1 year

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Not to be an Obnoxious Shipper, but I just think it’s so interesting how Chris Sanford was written to be at his core just *careless* with Lucy. From their first meeting till the very end of the relationship, he kept making mistakes that hurt Lucy or just were careless of her feelings. Like, the unthinking cruelty of singing the song that she sang while she thought she was going to *die*, insisting on looking for houses while she clearly was not okay, to being condescending about her job. And I am not going to say Lucy wasn’t hiding in her relationship, but that’s the thing. She spent her entire relationship masking her actual feelings. Lucy Chen who we know as the most empathetic person, who loves to talk through how she’s feeling, who’s so expressive, her boyfriend couldn’t ever tell when she was upset. It took Tim Bradford two seconds to see how upset she was, but Chris didn’t. Chris is interesting to me because he’s not a bad guy, he was just so careless that Lucy could never love him. She could never love the guy who was careless enough to have to be taught about justice, or careless enough to sing the song of the most traumatic experience of her life, or so careless to continuously bombard her with houses on a terrible day. Chris only ever saw what he wanted to see, and if he hadn’t been so careless, he might have been able to notice that Lucy wasn’t actually happy. My two cents anyway.

#lucy chen #chris sanford #tim bradford #chenford #the rookie

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mamirhodessxox · 3 months

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Little party never killed nobody

Jay Gatsby x Fem!Model Reader

Based in the 1920’s

Desc- Jay & His wife held yet another party at the manor but this time with a little spice, he specifically added in a runway just to have his wife reveal herself to the guests in dazzling way

Contents: Fluff, Alcohol, Smoking, Gatsby throwing obnoxious parties, Gatsby being Gatsby, Y/N serving cunt and telling of Tom & Daisy.

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For the last 3 years Gatsby was known for throwing parties & obnoxious ones at that, at first they were to impress Daisy but once he met you he knew she had nothing compared to you, you were known throughout New York for being straight forward with people & modeling the top fashion trends of the 20’s that Daisy wish she could participate in.

You two got together almost immediately after meeting and now tonight marks your 1 year anniversary with Gatsby and he only hosts his parties now for you and only you. To hell with Daisy’s impression of his parties. He wanted you to make a grand entrance tonight so the man rented out a whole runway JUST for you. The two of you walked around the mansion checking out tonights set up. Your arm locked in with his as you held a martini in your free hand “How do you feel darling? Would you like to add in your own flair my dear?” Jay muttered in your ear making you smile up at him “Nothing could be more perfect Jay. Y’know you don’t need to throw these extravagant events for me my dear. I’m already impressed with your admiration for me.” He hummed and shook his head “Nonsense. You’re my wife darling it’s my job to do all the theatrics for you. Now, let me show you the outstanding runway just for you my dear.”

Hours go by & night had finally invaded the sky as well as the galaxies stars, the house was practically lit up in a spew of colors with music blaring throughout the East egg, multiple guests welcoming themselves inside your humble abode, Gatsby finally announced your name to reveal yourself to the guests who adored you the most but never as much as him, You walked your way down the glittering runway as you wore the most expensive flapper dress with sequin & other glitzy accessories acquired to the dress swinging around while a feather was attached to the headband you wore upon your head.

You soon walked off and attached yourself to Gatsby with a grin while placing a kiss on his neck “Oh my dearest one you’ve never failed to impress me” he grinned and ran his hands down your back before spinning you around “I hope you don’t mind dear but I have invited over some friends, Y/N this is our neighbor Nick.” You smiled “why darling of course I wouldn’t mind, Half of the city is at the house anyway” You smiled and held out your hand to his friend “It’s a pleasure to meet you dear Nick” he smiled and shook your hand

“And you as-well Mrs Gatsby, I hope you wouldn’t mind terribly but I’ve brought my Cousin & her husband with me, Daisy & Tom buchanan to be specific” You knew who they were & they were your least favorite type of people, You hummed distastefully as Gatsby held you close as he took the wheel “Why of course not, why don’t we all find somewhere quiet and catch up hm? What do you think dear?”

You looked up at him & smiled in approval. The 5 of you made your way to the library & Jay was seated talking with Tom addressing his condescending remarks while you stood behind Jay staring down Daisy before kissing his cheek before she ran her mouth. “Perhaps it’s classless for a woman to stroke up on her husband in-front of guests no?” Tom quirked an eyebrow up at his wife as Nick cleared his throat uncomfortably while you decided to play hooky & sit on Jays lap embracing his arms around your waist before you went off.

“Classless? No dear I don’t believe i’m the one lacking class You see, the only woman here who lacks class is You daisy darling, You also lack a sense of self respect for yourself as-well, You willingly married a man who lacks respect for the other race because he thinks only white people are the ones to be in control, You also married a man who has no respect for you either, I’m sure everyone in this very room know about his scandalous affairs with another woman besides You.” Jay cleared his throat “My apologies she’s ju-“ you look around at him and glare “Do not interrupt me Jay I have not finished speaking. It is also classless to be a gold digger that only marries men for the glitz & glimmer and also leaving another man behind because he was busy defending this country, Being a gold digger that lacks self respect is in-fact classless so do not compare me to you ever again especially in the home you’ve been invited to Daisy, it’s a privilege to be in the same room as me and be in my house, It’s a privilege i’m even speaking to you.”

Daisy sat there in utter shock while Tom stood up to smack you but you stood up as-well “I wish a brute like you would lay his hands on me, Your just a dumb classless man who was born into money instead of working for it like Jay, Your a man who lacks respect for the opposite race and women, your a dumb man that reads big books with long words to make you feel smart when you lack intelligence now rid you and your wife’s presence out of my house before I have you removed.” Jay stood behind you with his hands against your shoulders as he watched the wedded couple leave while Nick stood in amazement “Your the first person to tell them off like that.” Jay chuckled and wrapped his arms around you “She’s a fire cracker isn’t she? She’s quite an honest woman I’ll say.”

You hum and turn to wrap your arms around your husband as he presses his lips against you while the light of the fireworks popping outside of the library’s window shines against you two. Nick hummed “Yes well I suppose I should make it home.” You two weren’t even listening so he left anyway. Gatsby pressed your body against a desk and ended the night off with true excitement between you two before the sun came up.

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thatsnotmygunflash · 8 months

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Okay @simpledontmeanpeachy this is like a week late but I finally got the inspiration I needed to write prompt 25 "It gave me great joy,"

I really fell in love with this and might add to it honestly (or someone else can if they want) it's set in a world where Barry grew up in the foster system and turned out way differently.

Len was nursing his first drink of the night at Saints and Sinners an hour before his crew was suppose to meet up for their weekly check-in when Hartley came waltzing in the front door. Len didn't bother to turn and look, taking a smooth sip of his beer as the young scientist came up to the empty bar.

"Rathaway, little early, even by your standards." Len said in observation. Hartley Rathaway wasn't the newest addition to his Rouges or even the youngest, but he was by far the smartest and most capable out of the lot. They had worked three big jobs together in the past year and a half and besides his sister, he was the only one Len felt gave it to him straight and pulled his weight enough for it to mean anything to Len. He wouldn't call them friends, but they were friendly. Not friendly enough, however, for Hartley to show up without an agenda.

"I wanted a chance to speak privately before the rest of the crew show up,"

"About?" Len assumed it would be business Hartley wanted to discuss but this must be something he didn't want the rest of the crew to know about yet.

"You heard about the new player in town, right?"

How could he not, when it was all anyone in the city wanted to talk about lately.

"The Chemist?" At Hartley's nod of confirmation Len tilted his chin down in understanding. "I've heard whispers, why?"

"He approached me last night, said he needed a little tech support, willing to pay more than well for my time too."

"Did you take the job?" Len had never cared about Hartley's freelance work before, unless it directly effected Len's own timetable, but they had never had issues with scheduling before. Len made sure of it.

"You're not asking the important questions, Snart."

"If you have something to say, Rathaway, say it." Len didn't enjoy the condescending smirk painted on Hartley's face and he definitely didn't like a single word that came next.

"He's planning on hitting the Federal Reserve, the same one you're planning on hitting in two months. Which wouldn't be a problem for you, if he wasn't planning on making his move next week."

"Next week." Next week. Next. Week. There was no way. The Chemist had just hit First National two weeks ago. He couldn't be that reckless, especially when the cops and the papers had painted him to be some kind of evil-mastermind. Len had been casing the Reserve himself everyday for four months, there was no way he would have missed another thief doing the same.

"Yep. He doesn't even have a crew either. Plans to do it all by himself. Seems like kind of a loner. Pretty though. And smart. Meta too, I think. Full package really."

"You think he can pull it off." Len didn't need the snort of agreement Hartley let out to let him know he was right. Hartley was not an easily impressed man, which meant this Chemist was someone to be on guard with.

"Oh, definitely. Especially with my help covering his tracks, but, because I knew he'd end up iced for fucking with your job, I convinced him to come here tonight to talk to you about joining the Rouges."

Hartley had told a man who enjoyed explosives where his entire crew was meeting tonight. The nerve of this kid.

"And you just expected me to be okay with that?"

"Well, obviously." Hartley scoffed, waving a dismissive hand in the air when he saw Len's icy glare. "I thought you'd agree it couldn't hurt to have other smart and pretty people around to look at. You should have seen his face when I told him I worked for you. It gave me great joy. Watching him go from obnoxiously cocky to painfully desperate just at the sound of your name. I think you have a fan."

A fan. A fan. The Chemist was a fan. Good lord.

"You better pray this works out in our favor, Rathaway, or it's your ass."

"I'm not worried." Hartley shrugged carelessly, his smirk turning into something like delight when the door opened behind them.

"And why's that?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Hartley replied, pointing a finger behind Len's shoulder.

"Wha-" Len turned to see who the new comer was, losing his voice and the ability to move when he caught sight of an unmistakably familiar face. Len couldn't believe what he was seeing. Barry Allen, the flirty barista from the coffee shop Len had been using as cover for his stakeouts of the Reserve was standing just three feet in front of him. The same Barry Allen that he had taken home with him five nights ago. The same Barry Allen that had not taken Len's one night stand policy well.

Barry gave a lazy wave, not bothering to hide the challenge in his eyes or the smugness coating his voice.

"Hey Lenny. Miss me?"

#i will never shut up #about Barry's villain potential #I didn't plan on the ending but I like it a little too much now #but who isn't a sucker for a coffee shop au #even if it is just a cover for the both of them #there's just so much I could do with this #coldflash #captain cold #the rouges #the chemist #writing prompts

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noodleblade · 1 year

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Flip It, Reverse It

Anonymous Commission for Role Reverse KOBD, featuring Medic!Breakdown and Scout!Knock Out:)

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He doesn’t belong here . It was the first thought to cross Breakdown’s processor as he took in the mech before him.

In the quiet of Breakdown’s little, dingy clinic, the mech before him practically glowed. Sleek lines, thin plating, and flashy paint jump; too bright, too clean, too shiny. Clearly a racing frame, from the protoform to the absurd paint job. His glossy red refracting the dim lighting in an iridescent glean as he tapped his claws impatiently on the counter. White hot flames danced across his forearms and Breakdown could only assume the effect was just as obnoxious on the tracks in his alt. Sly red optics surveyed Breakdown’s modest clinic with cutting criticism, lip plates pressed together in disapproval.

‘Must be lost.

There wasn’t a chance for scrap the little speedster purposefully sought him and his shoddy clinic out. He was a long way away from the well-maintained and sleek tracks of Delta, very far from the typical bodywork shop that specializes in speedsters with their high premium upgrade stock. Here, everything was in disrepair: the roads, the buildings, the mechs.

The mech before him was too put together. Even with the nasty tear in his forearm plating, Breakdown could see his lines were sleek and clean. A mech built for a speed Breakdown could only dream of. A mech meant for the tracks and spotlight, somehow lost in a sector designated for heavy-duty maintenance mechs.

As Breakdown brought himself before the speedster, those vicious red optics snapped onto him.

“You're the medic?” the red speedster sneered; a teasing, condescending little smile on his faceplates. His optics scanned up and down Breakdown’s frame, darting over every scuff and imperfection he could find. When the optics landed on his large servos and thick digits, the speedster laughed . “With proper creds?”

Breakdown remained still and impassive. His clinic wasn’t exactly legal and he didn’t really have proper credentialing; Certainly no institutional training, like he’d ever get accepted if he applied. With a frame like his, there was only one type of work lined up for him. So while the mines became the center of his life, his want for more never ceased.

If he could not follow the conventional path of forged medics, he would drive the road less traveled and find alternative means. Everything Breakdown learnt had been self-taught. He had watched the medics with eager optics at the mines, scourged outdated data packs for anything he could learn, and had grown accustomed to patching up the other mechs in his mine shifts. Enough to a point where they stopped calling the one shift medic, a tired, old bot that barely did a diagnostic before slapping them with a reframe order. Like anyone on the crew could afford it.

Medics were expensive and much of their training was specialized in race frames. They’d look at the lopsided gait and want to immediately perform surgery to fix the bearings without bothering to look at a simple realignment. In race frames, a lopsided gait was typically the cause of overstrain from high speed transformations. In bigger frames with thicker armor, it was often a displacement of weight. Breakdown knew his frametype and that of his fellow bulkier mechs. He knew to look for things medics on Velocitron overlooked or wanted to simply fix with expensive reframing surgeries.

“If you want a place with proper creds you’re in the wrong neighborhood,” Breakdown grumbled, turning his back on the too-bright speedster.

He began sorting through his latest box of thrifted supplies. It was a gift from his last client in lieu of payment. Breakdown didn’t ask where the mech had gotten it or how, simply taking the crate without a word. Most of the equipment was outdated and defunct, but he could scavenge a few things and make use of them. It would certainly be a better use of his time than dealing with a misplaced speedster.

He pointedly didn’t look back, simply waiting for the telltale sound of a revving twin-turbocharger engine. But it never came. The tapping claws returned, louder and more pronounced. If they were impatient before, they were aggravated by the small snub.

“But you're…discrete,” the racer added, the slight teasing lilt in his voice seemed to be a permanent fixture. “I just want to make sure you don’t make a bigger mess than it already is.”

“If you don’t trust me-” Breakdown turned to see the racer had come closer, their chests nearly bumping as he turned.

“Oh,” the speedster’s smile had morphed, any faux-politeness was gone and it was all sharp edges and denta. “I don’t trust anyone.” Nimble, thin claws gripped one of his servos and raised to optic height to examine. For a lighter frame, there was a surprising amount of strength behind his grasp, as he moved Breakdown’s servo this way and that. He plucked one of Breakdown’s digits between two claws and manipulated it, bending and flexing it to evaluate its range of motion. Breakdown could only watch as the red racer pouted. “You aren’t going to scratch up my finish with these, are you?”

Breakdown removed his servo from the other’s grip, threw his helm back and laughed. Typical race frame: self-centered, vain and entitled. He couldn’t be more of a stereotype if he tried.

“What’s so funny?”

It was clear the speedster wasn’t used to being the one laughed at. It showed as his plating flared out in agitation, optics narrowing to antagonizing slits.

Breakdown almost felt bad; he knew how it felt to be the end of a joke. On Velocitron, that was basically his entire existence. He’d learned to wear ridicule and jabbing words as armor, letting them roll off his back like harsh wind.

“‘You want me to patch you up or not, Red?” Breakdown’s chronometer showed how late it was and he didn’t want to spend the rest of the night cycle going back and forth with this little vain speedster.

In lieu of an answer, the racer walked over to the single medberth and hopped on it. He held his arm out impatiently, red optics daring. Breakdown simply shrugged and grabbed the few things he needed to patch the mech up.

It was a nasty looking tear; the metal plating of his forearm peeled up and torn. Breakdown didn’t have the supplies to craft him a new one- the type of plating too expensive to even consider keeping stock of, even if it could be used on his normal clientele -but it wasn’t the first frame repair he ever made. If anything, it was his specialty. Almost all mining incidents resulted in ripped and crushed plating and Breakdown had become somewhat of a master at returning it back to shape without the cost of replacement.

“I’d recommend turning your sensor net down.”

“Aren’t you supposed to do that?” The speedster raised an optic ridge skeptically. Clearly not his first crash.

“Not a forged medic,” Breakdown said simply.

He didn’t have a diagnostic cable nor any of the system override programs medics used to monitor and adjust their patient’s internals. He certainly couldn't afford the reformatting to integrate those programs. He had a few numbing gels and creams but that stock was limited and reserved for his most extreme cases. Breakdown would be as gentle as he could but reshaping metal was not a clean and painless process.

“I guess you get what you pay for,” the racer muttered but after a klik he nodded his helm for Breakdown to continue.

He ignored the dig and got to work. As much as the racer irked him, he couldn’t afford to be picky. It was easier to just duck his helm and get to work, like he’s always done. Even if he could feel those sharp optics watching his every movement. So be it. Let him watch.

First, Breakdown worked on flattening out the plating, uncurling it from where it had peeled back. He used a small torch to heat the thin plating and thick tongs to bend the armor back to its original position. Once it was roughly where it was supposed to lay, he worked on welding the tear back. It was concentrated work.

As much as the speedster above him was obnoxious and annoying, Breakdown didn’t want to make a mess of his already fragged plating. There was a small part of him that wanted to perfect the job, to throw it in the speedster’s face that yes he knew what he was doing and yes his frame had nothing to do with his function and skill. He may be slow and bulky but he was also methodical and dedicated.

He let the welds set as he got up for his finer tools. While it wasn’t ideal to continue to manipulate the plating while the welds were still fresh, he knew there was no chance in Pits that the speedster would come back for a follow up for him to finish the job. He’d probably chalk it up to a shoddy job and Breakdown didn’t care for who the racer was but he couldn’t stand the idea of proving the smug crankcase right.

Red optics followed him as he collected what he needed from around the small clinic. The tools looked ridiculous in his servos, clearly meant for smaller, more delicate frames. Breakdown was used to them, had pilfered them long ago and while they were rusted and thin, they almost became an extension of his own servos when he was set to work.

By the time he returned with his next set of tools, the first welds he had laid had cooled enough that he could begin refitting the armor to its original shape. He used the other speedster’s arm as a reference, mimicking and reversing the plating’s lines and grooves to return it to its original structure. He was bent low, optics honed in on the heated red plating and nothing more. He almost forgot who the metal belonged to until the speedster spoke, voice silky and smoothing and a touch in awe.

“Most medics would just replace the whole thing. Takes less time. Cheaper.”

Breakdown didn’t respond immediately, not until he finished curling in the edge of the metal.

“‘Only cheaper if you can afford it in the first place and foot the bill to others.”

The speedster hummed in agreement, falling silent once more as Breakdown moved to the final section of plating.

Here was where the forearm met the wrist joint. The plating naturally thinned out and hugged the joint, only leaving enough room for the mech to rotate and twist but tight enough to act as a protective seal. The edging of the plating has to be rounded out to follow the natural curve of the joint and fit along the side seams so as not to leave too large a gap. In ten kilks, Breakdown was satisfied with the lay and set his tools aside.

The speedster’s red optics were bright as he moved his arm. Before he could futz with the still warm plating, Breakdown grabbed his elbow joint, holding the arm still. With his other servo, he grabbed the speedster’s smaller, clawed servo and used his grip to rotate the wrist joint, checking his work and making sure the alignments matched up.

“‘Didn’t think you’d be so thorough,” the speedster purred. He almost sounded impressed if his tone wasn’t just bordering on mocking. “Hope this dedicated care doesn’t cost extra.”

“You ever shut up?”

The speedster laughed, optics swimming in mirth. “No.”

Breakdown, satisfied with the movement, released the speedster’s limb. “Let the weldings heal completely before you attempt a buffing and repaint.” He knew a vain speedster when he saw one and this red mech before him had to be the vainest one yet. The flame motifs on his doors were not cheap decals, they were expertly painted to follow the planes of his frame. “Keep transformations to a minimum until everything is set and-”

“Yeah, yeah,” the speedster waved off, optics still admiring the work. “I’ll be real careful with it, doc. Say…” he gave a coy glance up, the effect slightly diminished by his sharp gaze “I don’t suppose you offer those services.”

Breakdown nearly laughed, but the noise caught in his intake at the rather demanding shift in his field. “Are you serious?” The speedster had nearly clawed Breakdown for being too rough on his already fragged plating and now he wanted Breakdown to buff and paint him.

The mech shrugged, puffing out his sleek chassis. “I’m not one to joke about something as serious about a medically necessary operation-”

Breakdown did actually laugh that time, the red mech’s faceplates shifting in annoyance. “ Medically necessary , my aft.”

If the speedster bothered to slow down and take one look down the defunct strip of pavement that his clinic resided on, he would see most mechs weren’t fortunate to be fast, sleek and always shined to perfection. Most were just lucky to have their frames intact.

“Doesn’t even matter,” Breakdown shook away those thoughts. Trying to explain any of that to a vain, pretentious speedster would get him nowhere but frustrated and angry. “I don’t have anything you’d approve of.” There was one buffer in the clinic and it only ran at half speed before its gears started whining and he didn’t even want to hear the speedster’s complaints about his paint stocks. He had three colors and none of them as sleek and vibrant as his current cherry red finish.

The speedster’s face shifted to that of a pout, almost cutely if it wasn’t so late and taking up Breakdown’s precious time.

“You should invest,” the speedster decided, climbing from the medberth. “It’s how you keep repeat customers.”

Breakdown rolled his optics. “Clinics don’t usually operate under the want of repeat customers.”

“A business is a business, darling. It’d be a shame if it were to fail due to lack of resources.” The speedster eyed Breakdown for a long moment. “Especially with such gentle, steady servos.” Whether it was a compliment or a jab, Breakdown didn’t know. He didn’t have time to ask as his HUD pinged and a deposit of credits rolled in. Far too many credits for the patch job he’d given.

Breakdown turned to tell the speedster he’d overpaid but all he caught was last flashes of red as he transformed and pelted down the road, uncaring of the new welds still fresh and tender.

It wasn’t until the roar of the engine quieted, leaving the alleyway still and silent as it always was that Breakdown finally looked away. He grumbled, turning back to his clinic. He still had to clean and close up. With how late it was, he was probably just going to pass out on the medberth and deal with the rest later.

He groaned as he sat down. His knee joints were happy for the relief and his back strut popped as he stretched up and back. He wasn’t used to working on smaller mechs with more intricate details, having to hunch over for long periods of time.

He looked at the payment again, well beyond what he would reasonably charge but paid with so flippantly that Breakdown could only assume it was nothing. However, Breakdown wasn’t going to take it as a hit to his pride or pitiance. A donation, a kind and generous one at that. It’d be enough to help fix up the leak in the roof and restock on medgrade energon. He’d probably have a little left over even. Maybe, he’d even upgrade the buffer. In honor of the donor of course.

Breakdown couldn’t stop his chuckle as he caught the designation at the end. Of course , the flashy speedster in the brightest, shiniest red paint would be called Knock Out.

He’d probably never see the mech again. There was a sobering reality to that. It wasn’t as if Breakdown necessarily wanted to see the speedster again, but the creds thrown his way were nothing for a speedster like Knock Out. He’d probably already forgotten about the decrypted clinic in the middle of nowhere. It was irritating and grating and Breakdown couldn’t put into words why but knowing that to Knock Out, he was nothing while Breakdown was forced to remember his superiority was irksome.

However, the irritation had melted by the next night cycle, wiped away when the dazzling red mech walked through his clinic. Knock Out smirked at Breakdown, optics bright and challenging as he gingerly pointed to the smallest scratch in his finish demanding that the good doctor tend to him.

#kobd #knock out #breakdown #tfp #maccadam #transformers #my fics #commissioned work #flip it reverse it

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Pairing: Todoroki Yosuke x f!reader

Summary: ah, Oya High! The bane of y/n's existence! Why? Because she hated Todoroki's guts, or does she?

Warnings: enemies to lovers, swearing, degrading language, fluffy ig?

Authors Notes: I bet Yosuke could actually treat someone so well if he had charisma

Requests: @shiropatootie

She lay sprawled out on her bed, phone pressed against her ear listening to her brother ask a 'small favour'. The weather had taken a turn that afternoon, the heavens opening to rain with a dash of doom and gloom in the atmosphere, and her brother left for Oya the morning without an umbrella.

She groaned, rolling onto her back, "Ew why should I?...No, what if he's there? I can't stand his face, it's so condescending and he just haaas to be wherever I am," She exasperated, ending the call after giving in to his whines. It was true, l/n y/n and Todoroki Yosuke hadn't gotten along since the day they met, which, by the way, was an absolute nightmare. She called him ugly, he called her pig-like, she pulled his hair, he punched her, you get the gist. Now they avoid each other, truly repulsed by each other's presence.

♡

The worst thing about miserable weather and Oya High was that everyone seemed to cram into the school at once, congesting every possible hallway. Y/n, being a female, ducked and weaved through, clutching the umbrella in her fist, grumbling profanities as she barged through towards her sibling's common spot (which was just another manky classroom with a couple torn sofas in and porn posters on the walls). Times like these made her wish she didn't have a day off, she liked her job anyway, but dealing with a school full of men was not the vibe.

Sliding the door with vigour, she pelted the umbrella at her brother, who was lounged out on a sofa in the corner, "Ow, what the fuck, y/n?" He whined, rubbing his chest where the item collided.

Folding her arms, she cocked a brow, "You asked, you shall recieve. You're such a dumbarse, next time, don't even call." She turned on her heel to make the trek through the halls again, fighting off the yelling when her exit was blocked. Tall, slender, uniform worn perfectly? "Fuck outta my way, ugly."

Smirking, Todoroki stepped closer, sliding the door shut behind him. "I don't think you'd want to walk home in that," He pointed to the storm outside, he was correct, with that wind no-one would be able to walk in a singular direction. It was a miracle the school was still holding. "So you're stuck here, little bitch."

"I'd rather be run over by Lemura," the speed she had walked away was unlike other, even the guy who was sat next to her brother moved so she could sit in his place. If there was one fight nobody wanted to see, it was Todoroki vs. Y/n, that was ugly. "I'm going to sleep, wake me up when the storms over."

Needless to say that she did wake up, but laying down with a ratty blanket tucked to her chin. Eyes fluttering open, vision blurry and eyes sore, she pushed herself up and used her nails to comb through her hair. The room had emptied, but the roars from some sort of fight travelled through the ground floor obnoxiously. She rubbed her eyes, vision clearing only to see his figure slouched on the sofa opposite the room - legs spread in that seductive way men sit, manspreading but as if they're waiting for you to sit on them. They remained dead silent, not a sound except shuffling, breathing and a lot of eye contact and thick air strangling them.

He was too smug, "Good afternoon, you look like shit. Sleep well?" God Todoroki's voice was so taunting, and unfortunately it was still storming outside, only worsening as now the wind was howling.

"What are you still doing here? Thought you would've left me since you enjoy my suffering." She mumbled, throwing the blanket over the back of the sofa and collapsing back into the cushion.

Todoroki scoffed, unfolding his arms and slinging one over the back of the sofa, "Wasn't gonna leave you alone in this place, are you stupid? And I like teasing you, it's fun."

"But why? You hate me why don't you just get one of your lackies to supervise so you can go off and I don't know, assert your dominance? Makes me think you like me." She mocked, turning her head to watch the rubble outside fly across the courtyard. It was such a shithole, how it was still standing was indescribable, how it was sanity was impossible, she didn't ever ask about the bathroom hygiene situation.

"I never said I hated you. If I hated you, well you simply wouldn't exist to me." Y/n's head snapped around in shock, eyebrows raised in disbelief at his words.

She blinked twice as to process the situation, "So that's why you follow me? Because you actually like me? As a person?" She leant forward, elbows on her knees.

He mimicked her posture, "You could say that. You're very entertaining and fiesty, I like it. And you pack one hell of a punch when pissed off." Y/n sighed, flopping back again and rubbing her face. Initially she thought he was just playing, but he would've dropped it by now and made some sort of rude remark about her. He was right though, the last time she had punched him, his skin bruised purple, and quite frankly, she wanted to punch him again.

"Don't make me punch that pretty face of yours, 'Doroki, maybe it'll knock some sense into you." She continued to whinge, only provoking his unstoppable habit of teasing. Surprisingly, he stood up and strode across the room. The sofa dipped, but y/n didn't turn her head too quickly, feeling his hot breath in her perimeters. One unexpected feature about Todoroki was that his hands were smooth and soft, and these hands gently pulled her hands away from her face and softly tilted her chin up to lock eyes.

"So I'm pretty now? Have you been lying? That's not what good girls do, is it?" He mumbled, the space between them getting smaller with noses just grazing, "Come on, y/n, let's be honest. Neither of us actually enjoy fighting like this."

"Yosuke, if you're gonna kiss me just shut up and do it. Don't be a pussy." She spat, gripping the collar of his jacket and fusing their lips together. He cupped her cheek, returning the sweetness of the kiss. It wasn't anything deep, it was closed but he could taste her cherry chapstick, the same one that flustered him everytime she puckered her lips after applying it. He didn't even mind if it transferred to his, as long as he could taste her forever. They pulled back slowly, eyes fluttering opening but never leaving the intense gaze. His fingers traced from her cheek to her tingling lips, the pad of his thumb nestling on her bottom lip,

"We don't speak of this...unless in private." He smirked, the teasing of his tone melting off his lips like honey.

"The more you keep taking and looking like you're gonna devour me, the more likely I am to do it again."

"Bet."

[Masterlist]

#high&low #highandlow #h&l #yosuke todoroki #todoroki yosuke #todoroki yosuke x reader #high&low x reader

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Hi! What ongoing fics are you currently following??

oof, I've been so busy lately that I haven't had a chance to really follow any but here are some I know about! And if anyone else has more, please reply with some others!

you are my destiny (you are the reason that i still believe) by @alwaysxlarrie

Being a new employee at a company means that you have to learn to brush off the shitty bosses, shitty coworkers, and not getting the credit you actually deserve for things. At least, that's been Harry Styles' experience. Coworkers who steal his ideas in pursuit of getting praise and a raise, and a boss who's indifferent at best and condescending at worst. Harry has learned to expect this reality for the foreseeable future. He's accepted it.

What he hadn't expected was for Louis Tomlinson to waltz into their company, and his life, and change around everything he thought he knew about fate.

A Cinderella AU.

Of Hangovers and Hell by @unreadablehandle

Harry is not exactly a loves-social-gatherings guy. So when Niall talks him into going to a party, one during which Harry somehow ends up in a room of no other than the pretentious athlete Louis Tomlinson... shit goes down.

(very loosely) inspired by that one selfie, you know which one

The Habit I Can't Break by @cyantific

While searching for a healthy alternative to fill the void that one habit left, Louis gets hooked on something and someone totally different. This new experience pushes him way out of his comfort zone, making Louis realize he’s capable of so much more than he could’ve ever imagined.

Or… The one where Louis quits smoking and tries to get healthy, and Harry is the fitness instructor who helps him achieve those goals while making him sweat in and out of the gym. In which Harry and Louis still meet at bootcamp, just not the one you’re thinking of.

Featuring Lottie as the supportive sister who drags her brother to bootcamp class, Louis as the grumpy (and very recent) ex-smoker, and Harry as the instructor with exhausting amounts of enthusiasm and one obnoxious pair of yellow trainers.

real love (ain't that something rare?) by roguesue / @theroguesue

Louis Tomlinson has been taught to appreciate life for the little things, to never take anything for granted and to always enjoy the things you have, no matter how little or insignificant they may appear to be. But when his mum marries a rich man, he’s suddenly thrust into a life he’s always hated.

He is determined to keep hating the life he's loathed since he was little, but everything changes when he meets a rich spoiled brat named Harry Styles, who as it turns out, has the power to more than change his mindset.

You, Me, (and everyone we know) by Imogenlee / @imogenleefic

Rockstar Harry Styles has been making headlines since he was barely legal. After a string of bad decisions, PR nightmares, and an obvious inability to take anything seriously, management and his other band members insist he needs a full-time, live-in personal assistant. After hiring and firing half of the executive PA's in the city, the boys stumble across one that might be able to put up with Harry's shit.

Applicant: Name: Louis Tomlinson. Qualifications: None. Experience: Two weeks. Why did you leave your last job: Boss was a wanker. Past Employer Referee: Absolutely not. What made you apply: I didn't. Why the fuck are you idiots making me fill this form out after you forced me to take the job?

Save Me (from myself) by Imogenlee / @imogenleefic

The problem with being friends with Liam Payne was that he had a lot of friends... and forced them to be around each other. When they finished high school, both Louis and Harry were equally relieved that they wouldn't have to tolerate each other constantly or whatever it was that they did.

For five years, it worked out perfectly. They'd only had to see each other a handful of times.

Unfortunately, Liam had to go and get engaged, ask them to both be groomsmen, and then go full groomzilla on their arses. With just twelve weeks to plan the 'perfect' destination wedding and throw every ridiculous pre-wedding celebration Liam and his fiancée stumble across, it was safe to say they were firmly back in each other's lives.

And no one could have predicted that was exactly what they needed.

Give Me Your Forever by twinflamelarry / @twinflamebreeze

Being born without any superpowers is about as normal as life gets, that is unless you are growing up in an academy full of kids with supernatural powers. That's Louis' life, being the ordinary one. These kids and this stringent academy are all he has known in the name of family and home. Eighteen bittersweet years, some friendships and a tragedy later, the academy falls apart, leaving everyone with the only option of moving on. And Louis does so, all in the hopes of leaving the past and that particular curly haired boy behind.

What happens when all of them return under the same old roof after seven years? The answer is, definitely not a happy family reunion. Louis could prepare for all of it; bitter family members, traumas of the past, old love and whatever life-altering secrets that will unravel during this visit, but how does one prepare for... possibly the end of the fucking world as we know it?

Or an Umbrella Academy AU with a good portion of gay romance.

it's you by harryanthus_annuus / @harryanthus-annuus

A threat clouds the success of Marcel Cox’s 2022 World Tour. In the final hour of desperation, his team sets out in search for a double. Only too happy to have someone else take the figurative bullet for him, Marcel makes sure this ‘Harry Styles’ bloke finds his list of assignments ample — including wining and dining his much-loathed PR boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson.

Calm after the Storm by Darling28 / @darling-28

Louis and Harry have been best friends since childhood and lovers since they were 15. They can't imagine their lives without each other and yet that's exactly what they both have to cope with when Harry is allowed to do a year's internship abroad. Both initially believe they can manage it but everything suddenly crumbles and neither of them knows how to hold on to the other.

While Harry suddenly has a rising career ahead of him, Louis slips into an abusive relationship after their break up without realising it.

But what happens when Harry comes back and stands in front of Louis again after years of separation? And how do you deal with it when you still love the other person as much as you did from the beginning?

I've Got Demons, You've Got Scars by @mission2feelike

Harry’s life has been ruined twice. Once, the first time his alpha raised his fist four years ago, and then again today when his job discovered that he is an omega in a world where omegas, especially bonded omegas, have no rights. Now, he’s stuck trying to figure out how he’s going to take care of his four-year-old daughter, Mia. Just when it’s looking completely hopeless, a possible job arises. Someone is looking for an omega to help an alpha in need. The only problem is that the alpha has been diagnosed with Alpha Rage, a crippling disease that causes an alpha to become feral, making them succumb to their most instinctual, primal versions of themselves.

A story of an omega that’s been broken, an alpha that can’t trust himself, and their unlikely relationship.

Lovingly known as 'The Feral Louis Fic'.

Unrequited by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

Omega Prince Harry of England has been engaged to Prince Louis of France ever since he was a young boy. Having met him at four and forming a bond, Harry is upset to find that Louis no longer treats him like a friend, instead treating him coldly.

However, Louis has his own dark secrets and Harry doesn’t know just how many dangers linger in French Court.

#wips #ask #anon

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(Re)Discovering A Strange New Spock: “The Naked Time” (1x04)

Previous: Charlie “X”

Next: The Enemy Within

A meta anthology where I re-examine TOS, especially Spock, in light of the new information Discovery & Strange New Worlds has revealed about him to us.

Onto the Analysis! (SUPER EXCITED for this one!!)

Opening Banter w/ McCoy

Now, the appropriateness of Bones’s comments in regards to Spock’s physiology has been a topic of debate since the moment that the nature of Spock & Bones relationship has come into question.

We know they’re both massive smartasses, the most pointed of Bone’s remarks being “assuming you call that green stuff in your veins blood”. Which poses the question, has Spock obnoxiously corrected or split hairs or revealed something he should’ve said much earlier about his own physiology talking to McCoy? We know for a fact the answer is yes, often while also calling Bones ability to do his job into question a la “beads and rattles”.

If my speculation is right, McCoy probably expected Spock to go off on some “um, actually” monologue. Instead he gets a snide remark about how happy Spock is his physiology is not Human. Ironically, admitting to delight, which is of course, an emotion.

If there is anything that notoriously, repeatedly pisses Bones off is Spock looking down upon humanity and being disgusted by the humanity that is within himself. That flares Bones temper more than any insult Spock ever throws at Bones himself. He bites his tongue this time, but we know he won’t always.

All that being said, this is the friendliest they’ve been (with Jim’s life not in the balance) since the M13 Salt Vampire incident in The Man Trap. Even if the banter is condescending, it’s better than outright arguing/hostility.

Spock & Chapel Under The Influence

So the WHOLE point of this episode is that the virus not only intoxicates but reveals the hidden nature/truths that the infected individual has been repressing, it unleashes emotional inhibitions. My point being…

I don’t think Chapel has admitted ANY of this to Spock’s face before, ever. In fact, I’m willing to bet they will never have anything candid and truly romantic in Strange New Worlds because of the newfound significance of this scene.

She will be pining for him for the next seven years, because he is engaged. She will get engaged to Roger Korby, who is so much like him but not. Roger will disappear, presumed dead, before they can be married. But Spock is here, she knows Spock is alive, and this virus is making her feel some kinda way about it.

Another layer to this is that Spock’s feelings regarding Chapel are obviously perturbing for him. This much is true in SNW as it is in TOS, he’s letting her touch him but refuses to call her Christine, Chapel only calls him Mr. Spock. The familiarity, the friendliness is gone but the emotions are there. He says “nurse, you shouldn’t-“ because they’re both engaged, but he lets her touch him.

The way he freezes and turns when she blurts out “I’m in love with you Mr. Spock” is such an Oh God No moment for him. Which is why I’m thinking she NEVER told him the truth. He can’t even look at her as she makes truthful, intense observations about who he is that fill him with shame even if they shouldn’t.

Then all he can do is apologize profusely! Is he apologizing for being human or for being Vulcan? Is he apologizing for leading her along without noticing? Is he apologizing because he doesn’t love her in the way she would like him to? Is he apologizing because he can’t be with her because they’re both engaged? Is he apologizing to her because he wants to do away with the failings of emotion altogether??

Is it ALL of these things at once?! Probably! Not only that this is one of the last times he calls her Christine post SNW! I would like to say THANK YOU Strange New Worlds for making this scene so ridiculously juicy! Holy moly!

Spock Under The Influence

After an incredibly emotional encounter like that, is it any wonder Spock has a full on nervous breakdown? All that grief, all that rejection, all that turmoil erupting to the surface the minute he walks away from someone who understands him, or at least tries. Regardless of how he feels about her.

We haven’t seen him process any of the awful emotional losses he’s taken up to this point. So we can presume that losing Michael, letting Pike sacrifice himself for him, his failing engagement with T’Pring, and now the intense encounter with Chapel are all hitting him like a ton of bricks. The virus isn’t allowing him to use his Vulcan training to compartmentalize any of it anymore.

He tries to use the good old fashioned Vulcan mantra “I am in control of my emotions” which fails. He then tries to calm himself by telling himself he’s an officer, and “my duty is to” to what? To your family? To the sister you lost? To the fiancé who’s rejected you/you’ve rejected?To Starfleet? To the Captain you lost? To your new Captain? Who provokes new emotions in you that you despise? That sends him flying off the handle even more. Logic and duty are failing him.

He stumbles over to the view screen, he tries to communicate? To work? “Too late” too late for Chapel to reach him because he’s chosen his Vulcan nature over his Human one? Too late to stop himself from caring about other people? Why? Because Kirk carved into his heart before he was aware and could prevent it? All of the above? Again, probably.

Then, he tries to start doing math (presumably). Which is where the L’tak Terai comes in. My guess is it gets worse when he’s distressed, he can’t do whatever he was trying to do on the monitor if he’s too upset to keep the numbers, or anything else, ordered properly in his mind.

We see him desperately try to communicate with Michael and his mother in Light & Shadows by repeating the coordinates to Talos IV in the wrong order over and over. We can only assume he feels like he’s lost his grip, so for whatever reason he is, with effort, counting by twos, in order. This also fails him as he ultimately becomes a sobbing mess before he can get to eight.

The problem isn’t because logic is failing him or because of his L’tak Terai, it is because he has been deeply, vehemently, neglecting his emotions.

“I’ve Got It, The Disease… Love”

When Kirk enters, Spock immediately reveals more of the truth to Jim. His attitude toward his mother has changed since the earlier meltdown “just because one of my ancestors married a human female” has transformed “my mother, I could never tell her I loved her”.

Chances he regrets how he’s been regarding her previously. Which lends more credence to my L’tak Terai (inherited from Amanda) theory. While his resentment for his father always broils beneath the surface. This is the closest he’s come to relying on his humanity since SNW.

“Jim, when I feel friendship for you I’m ashamed” he says this like a revelation, like he wasn’t aware of the shame until now, or at least not it’s source. He’s allowed himself to get close, and the sign he’s beginning to accept that lies in the fact that he only calls him Jim in this scene. He’s allowing himself to care about Jim and acknowledging that truth within himself. Something he’s been fighting since The Man Trap.

But Jim (understandably) isn’t listening, which frustrates Spock. He’s trying to be vulnerable against his usual judgement right now. So he speaks in the language Jim is speaking, violence. They’re hands are locked in a stalemate for a moment. A stalemate Spock could easily win if he wanted to considering he smacks Jim across the room moments later. The logical conclusion is that he allows it to be a stalemate.

We already know how Vulcans regard touch, touch of the hands especially. If nothing else it is a desperate “stop fighting me, look at me, please listen to me” move, perhaps telepathic, perhaps not. I wonder if Spock had surmised that the disease transfers through touch, and in his inhibited judgement, allowed himself to infect Jim. Forcing Kirk to be as vulnerable and uninhibited as he is.

What does Jim do as he realizes the infection has gotten to him? He tells Spock not to love, whether he’s referring to Spock telling him he was his friend, a confession of affection, or was informed that love from when their hands clutched. He is telling Spock not to love him, that they’re both better off without love.

Spock watches with sympathy as Jim reveals that the weight of being the youngest captain in the fleet, not only that but captain of the flagship, is CRUSHING him. Jim interestingly correlates how Spock feels about him to his burgeoning affection for Janice, but feeling as though he can’t ever reach for her. As if those feelings weren’t all that different.

Like Spock, he’s terrified that if he lets himself feel, it will destroy everything he’s worked so hard to maintain. In this, Spock looks at the man he’s finally allowed himself to acknowledge as his friend, and sees himself. In that moment he follows his sister’s advice “find the person that seems farthest from you, reach for them”.

All he can do to help Jim now is to try the impossible, the one in ten thousand chance. He does the thing that is hardest for him to do, he follows his gut and takes the risk, the intermix formula. Because right now, it’s the only chance they have, and Jim needs him, Kirk said as much himself.

Closing Banter

When Spock enters the bridge, he’s still infected, and asks Kirk if he is alright. He calls him “Jim” in front of the entire crew for the first time, rather than as a hushed aside.

There’s a subtler conversation going on between Spock & Jim when Kirk asks what the time warp did to them. He is not only asking in a literal sense, but asking what transpired in the conference room did to the two of them.

I believe this confirmed that when Spock tells him they have three days to relive. Almost as if he’s asking if he wants to just pretend what happened did not, that it’s water under the bridge. Kirk’s response is “not those last three days.” As if to say no, what happened between us matters to me.

“This does open some interesting prospects Captain” then conveniently followed by some technobabble. The question, now that they both acknowledge the confrontation was important for their relationship, is what do they do now?

“We may risk it one day, Mr. Spock.” Other than the literal professional conversation they’re having what else could this possibly mean? Other than that they will one day risk openly caring about each other, being open to love, whatever form that does or does not take.

It is an unbelievably important moment for their relationship, and for Spock overall.

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johannwolfgangvongoethe · 9 days

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Hello valued mutual-in-law (I am the twitter mutual of Matt’s whose friend is long term essaying with him over curiouscat, for context); I just wanted to say I just read your writing on disability within enstars you linked in reply to one of the curiouscat exchanges (which I’ve been reading bc I like seeing what both people involved have to say) + the post about guardianship re: the Merus that it linked to. Just wanted to say thanks for writing it all because it was really insightful — particularly the Sakuma segment, because I’m not very well-versed on the two of them and especially not with Rei, who I’m mostly acquainted to through being a casual enjoyer of the oddballs’ group dynamic, as well as a 2winkP (the latter of which provides sort of complicated feelings on him based on Setsubun & its aftermath, or general lack thereof that’s only really brought up in Nightclub from what i’ve seen do far;;). Like I did know to a basic degree about the Wagahai & Orei selves being personas but the detail in which you went into them + the way his disability affects him & his relationship with Ritsu really gave me some new insight on him & a motivation to learn more up on him.

Tldr; I enjoyed your thoughts and writings on the mixed bag of disability representation in enstars, thank you for writing all that it was nice insight, and it helped me understand the Sakumas — particularly Rei — better. Good posts op

HIIII holy shit, thank you so much for reading them. JUST HOW FAST WERE YOU.... i am really happy to hear you liked them!!! its just a lot of rambling but i love to yap + i love when others yap and it introduces me to a new perspective...... in my mind were holding hands and dancing in a meadow <:)

genuinely, i think no one can be immune to the oddballs, right. theyre just good. see.... my partner is a shuP and my bestie is a natsumeP and matt is a wawaP and i am a rei guy by necessity and ..... THIS IS HOW I KNOW NOTHIONG ABOUT KANATA.... i feel like often orienting oneself around enstars as a series is extremely about picking like a handful of charas to major in and knowing people who are into everyone else so you experience enough secondhand lore LOL

i extremely get you though, rei is not sympathetic. i am on pc but what i mean is 2winkP handshake emoji kogaP = Fuck That Guy

i could talk about rei (and ritsu for that matter. tho i havent read that much about him) in the context of disability forever.... and it feels important because it is an angle that discussion about him is just EXTREMELY lacking. it often feels like barely anyone bothers to think about how much being ill shapes his person, his relationships, his job, his actions.... and i cant really blame people either because they probably havent made the necessary experiences to really internalize how big of a deal that is...

and narratively..... there is a big trend of characters being very lenient with him and basically thanking him for being.... extraordinarily condescending, nosy, emotionally unavailable, and actively a danger for everyone involved. the worst examples that instantly come to mind for me are repayfes, setsubun (as you mentioned), and dont even get me started on hidden beast.

+ often hes some sort of deus ex machina plot device for lazy writing and its SO obnoxious.

setsubun specifically is so weird because i understand and support his weird cartoon villain act (as in, its engaging to read and an interesting manifestation of his issues) and obviously i LOVE the drama of characters being unwell and causing issues for others that way... conflict is great... but the way the twins react to it purely positively at the end is just a really disappointing. like i dont expect them to truly nail that hinata almost died an hour ago but come on. (ig sandstorm tries to pick up there....) also sort of why i never brought anything in there about being "monstrous" and how "monsters are created" up in my disability post.... really really fits the topic and a lot of it is coming from the horses (reis) mouth but the context hinata and yuta experience it in is just an entirely different one. hm....

its sort of a similar deal with himeru, right. narratively i am disappointed. they dont get chewed out by the people i want. and hes doing evil shit. but then i see him and i go :( thats my funny menhera man.......

#sorry i started ranting........ i have so much energy to shittalk characters i actually enjoy

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a-student-out-of-time · 9 months

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See i feel like something at play with the "writters intention vs how the character is percieved by fans" thing is the fact that just because a character is an unlikable person that doesn't necessarily makes them an unlikable character, and i feel like writters often forget about that. Like, Power from chainsaw man is a terrible person and definitely not the kind I'd want to hang out with irl, but as a character she's so funny and entertaining that you can't help but love watching what she'll do or say next.

On the opposite side of the coin, there's times where writters want to make a character liked by the audience and do so by making them pure rays of sunshine that can't do no wrong, sometimes even going as far as not giving them flaws, and this just leads to a character who's often pretty unremarkable and boring because it's no fun watching a perfect person be perfect all the time. Tanjito from demon slayer is a good example of this to me, for a while the only real flaw he had is that he would constantly break his swords, but even that the show felt like they couldn't let be and went "No that wasn't Tanjiro's fault, it was just the guy who makes them that sucks at his job".

//Yeah, I think that's a really important reason to have some secondary opinions from beta-readers. You know how you want your characters to be perceived, but that's not always going to translate into the writing or into peoples' minds 100% of the time.

//For a bit of an older example, the early seasons of Star Trek: The Next Generation are supposed to make Captain Picard and the crew of the Enterprise seem enlightened and upstanding, but they instead come off as smug, condescending, callous and often cowardly. It wasn't really until Season 3 that the show began to shift into the show that would be better remembered by Pop Culture.

//Compare and contrast characters like Khan Noonian Singh and The Outrageous Okana. Khan is THE iconic Star Trek villain, a genetically-enhanced superhuman with a commanding presence and the power to back it up. The prequel novels go further in expanding on his character, and really show how this guy could conquer everything from Morocco to China during the Eugenics Wars.

//In contrast, does anyone even know who Okana is? He appeared in one episode of Season 2 and was intended to come off as this suave, dashing ladies man, and basically an expy of Han Solo. What he actually came across as was an annoying sleazebag whose charming roguishness was all just told to us, while all we saw of him ranged from boring to annoying. There's a reason he never showed up again.

//Or hell, just think about all the comic relief characters who come off as more obnoxious and annoying than funny. The ones you want to see less and less of every time the story shoves them into your face.

//Now, when discussions are made about characters who come across as too perfect or never make mistakes, the term "Mary Sue" gets thrown around, and I always feel the need to remind people that these traits don't make a Mary Sue/Gary Stu. That's only applicable when a character literally becomes the singularity at the center of the story, where everything has to about them in some form, regardless of how they're written or why.

//Perfect/flawless characters can be annoying as well, but that feels more like it's the result of, as you said, perceived fears that a character being disliked. That if they make mistakes or turn out to be just wrong about something, we'll think less of them. This is only true if these things are the result of a character being stupid to make the plot reason, rather than character flaws.

//Dynamic flawed characters are the most interesting and most engaging ones in any story, and if you're worried how they come across as, get some outside opinions and see how you can improve.

//It's not about making a character less flawed or more cool, but better communicating the details about them that you want people to pick up on.

#mod talks #a student out of time

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Rating: 2.5/5

Book Blurb: There’s a magnetic attraction when a happy-go-lucky gig worker agrees to a fake relationship with a rich, uptight New Yorker in this steamy romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young.

Star Shine Meadows is all about freedom, thanks to the hippie parents who raised her. Juggling her jobs as a professional costume character actor and a line sitter, she believes in no expectations, no stressful ambitions, and no-strings-attached relationships. So when she meets a birthday girl’s grumpy uncle while working a princess party, she can’t help but needle him. She’ll never see him again, and honestly, he's pretty hot.

Rafe Whitman may be a veterinarian with a great bedside manner, but that doesn’t mean his patience extends to anyone with opposable thumbs. His family will not stop nagging him about finding “the one,” so when he runs into obnoxiously cheery Star again, he makes her an offer: He’ll pay her more than she would make doing her odd jobs if she’ll pretend to be his girlfriend at family gatherings. She can stop sitting in line waiting for someone else’s new phone, and he’ll get his family off his back.

When the tension between them heats to a breaking point, Star’s desire for "no strings" is tested against Rafe’s staunch stability. They say opposites attract, after all....

Review:

She's a quirky girl who's only real goal in life is to live her best happy life and to not get into a serious relationship, he's the hot grumpy vet she meets at a party who she can't help but want to get under (his skin and in bed)... and he's offered her 10 grand a month to pretend to be his gf so his family will get off his back. Star Shine Meadows is the quirky girl, she works as a party princess and a line waiter. At her latest job she spots the very hot Rafe Whitman, a veterinarian who is sick and tired of his family trying to set him up after his previous gf cheated on him. Despite how annoying he finds Star and how much she can't help but want to annoy him and sleep with him, he offers her a deal: pretend to be his girlfriend and he'll pay her 10 grand a month. What starts off as pretending soon becomes very real, but how can they make a relationship work when Star doesn't believe in serious relationships or compromising in a relationship and Rafe is all about monogamy and his entire family is constantly trying to change Star and trying to force her to be someone else. I'll start off by saying this book had potential, however Star was so annoying as a character, I get where she's coming from, she has had a hard childhood that has definitely jaded her views on relationships and monogamy, but she's so hell bent on being "quirky" and "not like other girls" and "not judgmental at all" but it does not come off all that cute. I grew to like Rafe, but he was also super condescending and his family is a mess. Seriously their families were messes and I am happy that both Rafe and Star manage to find a compromise to their lifestyle and their relationship but it was a bit of a rough start to the book. Overall if you like opposites attract and fake dating give this one a go!

*Thanks Netgalley and Berkley Publishing Group, Berkley for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #the love plot

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notanotherreidgirl · 3 years

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ok ok forcing mommy kink spence to watch you ride a dildo after hes been very very bad and he’s genuinely SOBBING,,, its absolute torture and hes begging for you to just let him touch you instead of the stupid plastic toy

Ask and you shall receive - here ya go

wc: 790

Warnings: degradation, use of toys, masturbation, mommy kink

“Open.” Spencer’s mouth dropped open immediately, his obedience standing in stark contrast to his earlier behavior. Not one hour ago he was entertaining a throng of students during office hours, even letting one go as far as to perch herself on his desk, leaning forward just far enough to afford him an eyeful of her cleavage while asking him asinine questions that steadily trespassed into dangerous territory.

You raised your eyebrows when she started to inquire into his love life, expecting him to end the conversation right then and there but you should’ve known better. Spencer’s mind turned to mush whenever he caught even the slightest glimpse of a pair of tits, his genius IQ rapidly deteriorating. “So Dr. Reid, what are you up to tonight? Is there a lucky Mrs. Reid waiting for you back home?”

“Oh, I - uh- no, I’m not married, if -um- if that’s what you’re asking.” Spencer frantically redirected his gaze back to her face but it was too late. The student came in even closer. “That’s too bad. So you’re gonna be all alone?”

That was enough. You shot out of your seat in the back and made your way to him, elbowing your way past adoring students. “Hey, you ready to go?”

He looked up at you with wide eyes, mumbling yes as he scrambled to shove ungraded papers into his satchel. His obnoxious student scooted off his desk and looked you up and down. “I didn’t know you offered private tutoring, Dr. Reid”

“He doesn’t.” With that, you stalked out of the classroom with Spencer hot on your heels. He started to explain himself but you whirled around, seizing his chin in one hand. “Save your voice, darling. You’re gonna need it tonight”

And you kept your promise, putting his pretty mouth to work as soon as you had him undressed and restrained. He moaned around the dildo, gagging as you worked it down his throat but doing his best to swallow the toy determined to do a good job.

“Bravo Dr. Reid, it seems like you do know how to use your mouth after all,” you withdrew the dildo and tapped it against his lips. “Too bad these lips aren’t good for anything more than sucking dick”

“Please Mommy, I was going to say something to her I just -”

“You just what?” He didn’t have an answer and you smiled cruelly as you kneeled on the bed, running the tip of the dildo through your folds. “That’s what I thought. You just can’t help being a desperate whore. Did you want her to fuck you? Would you call her Mommy too?”

At the last question, you sank down on the toy and he let out a low whine, bucking against his restraints. “No, I wouldn’t! You know I wouldn’t. You’re the only one. The only one for me. Please, I’ll show you. Let me make you come.”

“Now why would I do that?” You were rolling your hips over the toy at a steady pace, snaking a hand up to pull down the cup of your bra and roll a nipple between your fingers. His lower lip began to tremble, trying his very best to hold back the tears already blurring his vision and pooling at the corners of his eyes. But you weren’t done yet, reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. You began to ride the dildo with renewed vigor, throwing your head back as your breasts bounced up and down. “Fuck, it feels so good, baby. I don’t think I even need you anymore”

“Don’t say that, Mommy. Please please please, I’ll do anything - anything you want,” he whined pitifully, taking in the tell-tale signs of your impending release. He tried to convince you with one last wave of begging, the words spilling out amongst his copious tears. “Please, just untie me. I’ll show you. I can make you come so much harder than that stupid toy. I promise, Mommy”

However, Spencer’s impassioned pleas had the opposite effect, prompting you to chase your high even more fervently. When your orgasm crashed over you, he let out a chorus of unrestrained whimpers making your release all the more sweet.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from you, watching with rapt attention as your back arched and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. He regarded the toy with childish jealousy as you eased yourself off of it and tapped it to his lips once again. You gave him a stern glare and he parted his lips, allowing you to fully sheath the dildo in his mouth before giving him a condescending pat on the head. “Good boy, keep that warm for me. I’ll be needing it later"

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#blurbs #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut #sub!spencer #my beloved sub!spence with a mommy kink #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #unsuitable for work

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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Bucciarati - My little Seastar

Sister reader. Enjoy~

"Hey, Bucciarati! Can you help me for a sec?"

You turned towards the direction of the voice calling you and stopped in your tracks on the wooden docks.

"What do you want, Valentino?" You spat, a bit more harshly than intended.

The smug boy who was crouched on his zodiac chuckled at you. "Aw, come on, Bucciarati! Don't be like that. I just need some help to tie the rope. Your dad is a fisherman, right? You should know knots like no one else!"

Even though he had said this as a way to woo you and flatter you somehow, you couldn't help but hear it as a condescending remark. You crossed your arms over your chest and he pouted at the glare you sent him.

"Pretty please~? No funny business, I swear! Look, the guys aren't even here, I'm all alone. You can trust me!"

That's right. Valentino and his little gang took great pleasure in teasing you and bothering you at every corner and it pissed you off. No matter how much you insulted them, ignored them or avoided them, they never seemed to stop their stupid and useless bullying.

But sadly, oh so sadly, the Bucciarati that you were was kind. Too kind. You despised that you were so gentle-hearted, but in the end, this is how your father and brother had raised you.

You huffed and slumped your arms loose along your body, defeated. "Fine!" You dragged your sandals over the dock and approached him. "It better be quick."

The boy beamed as you embarked on the zodiac next to him, "Sure thing! Thanks a lot, girl. I'll make it up to you!"

He gave you the ropes as you crouched down at his place and got to work. But without you noticing, the boy had swiftly slid his leg over the vehicle and easily jumped back into the dock, leaving you behind.

Before you could even turn around and ask where he was going, the brat, now accompanied by all three of his little buddies that appeared out of their hiding spot, all kicked the zodiac off of the dock before you could even tie it.

"Waah-!"

You lost balance at the violent jerk of the boat and yelped, letting go of the ropes that could have saved you from your demise.

You couldn't even get back to your knees and try desperately to grab onto the dock's wooden planks. You heard the boys snickering and laughing at you as you drifted farther and farther away from the land into the water.

"I fucking knew it you disgusting piece of TRASH!" You yelled at them, angry with them obviously, but also angry with yourself for granting that bastard the benefit of the doubt. "You know damn well I can't swim!"

They all seemed to laugh even louder, obnoxiously. "Too bad for you Bucciarati! Maybe you shouldn't be so stupid next time! BWAHAHAHA!"

"YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE VALENTINO! SCREW YOU!"

Your curses and wails seem to fall into deaf ears as you drifted even farther away from the coast, with no way of even paddling back.

Looking around towards the much bigger boats parked along the docks, you could only hope 'he' would hear you.

"PAPA!! PAPAAA!!!" You called desperately. Surely he would hear you, he wasn't far after all, you did come all the way here to bring him his lunch. He must still be somewhere around the fishing boats.

After a few more vain attempts to call for your father, you settled to accept that he wouldn't hear you, nor would the other fishermen that were already far gone from their boats to bring their catches to land.

You sat on the damp zodiac and brought your knees to your chest, not even caring if your sundress slid down your thighs indecently and got stained by the salty water. Stupid Valentino couldn't even keep his tiny boat clean.

"Stupid, stupid..." Your voice cracked, threatening to break into a sob. "If he was a sailor he'd be dead before even sailing. That's how stupid this stupid boy is. Stupid."

With only your expletives to reassure you in your demise, you buried half of your face in your arms now craddling your cold knees.

Everything was so silent, the sea did a great job at muting every sound around the coast and you felt the loneliest and most scared you had ever been since you were a child.

You thought nobody would find you, and you'd be dead drowning because you could never learn to swim and since nobody even noticed your absence in minutes that felt like hours, nobody would cry for you if you died here either.

And so the stinging tears prickled at your eyes.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice calling your name, but brushed it off as the wind. "Y/N is that you?"

You looked up towards the insistant voice in a sliver of hope and, like an angel fallen from heaven, you were met with the caring blue gaze of your big brother from the railings of one of the high boats right next to where you had drifted to.

"Bruno!" You gasped and got up immediately, almost falling over from the sudden sway of the boat under your weight. "A-ah! Bruno help me, I'm stuck!"

"Hold on!" The worried face of the male hesitated to leave you for even a split second. "I'm coming down. Don't move."

You nodded at his strict tone and waited for him as he disapeared. Your breath caught in your throat with stress, even though you were reassured to finally have a savior. And what a savior it was, your one and only big brother.

Barely a minute passed before you saw him come back and unravel an emergency ladder down to you. He made sure the ladder was all tight and secure and almost immediately after, Bruno jumped over the railing, to your grand fright, and started climbing down, your heart pounding with worry for him.

He finally arrived down and stepped into the zodiac, joining you, like a glorious hero, saving the day. You barely let him any time to react as you threw yourself into his chest and gripped viciously at the back of his shirt, scrunching it without care, scared to be alone at sea again.

Bruno wanted to scold you and yell at you for recklessly playing around all alone in the docks and ending yourself in such a dire situation. But when he felt you trembling and squeezing him like your life depended on it, which ironically it did, the elder couldn't help but sigh and wrap his long arms around your shoulders, a gesture of comfort.

"... What happened to you?"

"It's-" You choked a sob and Bruno tutted and shushed you softly, patting your head to calm you down, just like your mother used to do when you were a child.

"Shhh, it's okay bambina, I'm here now."

He felt you relax and you sniffled a few times before mumbling into his shirt. "It's Valentino! He tricked me! I hate him! He's such a coglione!"

"Hey! Language." He scolded and pinched your arm, earning a little 'ow' from you, "What would dad think if he heard you say such words? Bite your tongue, young lady."

"S-sorry..." You croaked a little ashamed of your outburst and lifted your head up at your brother. "They always do this to me... Valentino and the others... Why...? They know I can't swim and they throw me into the water all the time..."

Bruno let go of you to cup your face and wipe your tears off. He did not let it show to you but he was infuriated. There was only so much patience an Italian man could have when his family was being targeted. Especially his little sister and the only lasting woman of his life.

"Shh, stop crying now, mia stellina marina. I'll deal with them later, okay? Let's get you home for now."

"They'll see." You sniffled as your breath steadied, calmed by Bruno's soft tone, "When I'll marry a big, tall, goth policeman, he'll beat them up for me and then, they won't act so cocky anymore."

He huffed with amusement at your words before he let you go and laid a gentle hand on your back to usher you towards the ladder. Bruno, still with a bit of confusion, mumbled to himself without you hearing it.

"... Why goth, though?"

Only now had you noticed the zodiac had stopped drifting since Bruno found you, held onto the much bigger boat by a phantom blue and white arm and a golden zipper that you'd recognize from a mile away.

"Can we... Can we let the zodiac in here?" You asked hesitantly towards your brother who paid no mind to it.

"Who cares? It's not ours."

With thoughts of Valentino's expensive motorboat getting lost in the sea, you slowly took ahold of the ladder's ropes and started climbing, Bruno keeping it steady for you until he was sure you embarked in safely.

He then joined you up and lent you a spare jacket that he thankfully thought of taking with him in the morning, covering you from the cold of your drenched dress against the littoral wind.

"Thank you Bruno..." You softly uttered and hugged his warm jacket closer around you, "I always cause you trouble..."

"Nonsense, piccolina. I could never live knowing my sister is crying, cold and afraid somewhere." He squeezed your shoulder against him as you approached the stall your father and his colleagues were filling with freshly caught fishes. "I'll make sure you're the one that never gets troubled again..."

Fortunately for you, the day ended much more peacefully than it had started and your father was happy and relieved to find you safe and uninjured. He had specifically instructed Bruno to not get involved or make a scene, but of course, his son was a stubborn mediterranean who could not let anything just slide.

It was not the first, not the second, nor even the third time this boy, 'Valentino' and his friends, had taken offense towards you.

So, Bruno would make sure the zodiac Valentino had worked oh-so-hard to afford, part-timing as a waiter, cleaning after people's messes, scrubing disgusting shit-stained lavatories and cutting his hands off of plastic and metal scraps scattered along the beaches for a few cents per day, got thoroughly anihilated to pieces.

"NOOOO!!!! MY ZODIAC !!!! MY 50 000€ BAAABYYYYYY!!! WHYYYYY???!!"

The very next day, as you walked along the docks to bring some fishing materials to your brother, you heard the painful wails of a very familiar boy kneeling down and crying on the woodplanks, his screams echoing against the shore.

"SHUT UP BRAT! You'll think about your money after you pay for the fines I'm about to give you. You think you can get away with polluting the water with your gross ass wreckage?" A tall and burly policeman wearing purple lipstick growled at the kneeling boy, no signs of mercy in his baritone voice. "You'll have a reason to cry when you pay for the oil you spilled in here. You're lucky I'm not throwing your ass in jail right now."

"Officer please-" Valentino pleaded miserably, but the policeman did not hold back on pushing all fives of the different citations he had owned by having pieces of his zodiac scattered all around the precious ressourceful ocean.

"You have two weeks to pay up and clean all that shit." The officer fixed his shades over his nose before turning around to leave. "And expect to receive a salty lawsuit soon. Fucking whiny bitchbaby..."

The policeman left with a determined and impatient step as you witnessed the entire scene with wide eyes, not noticing your brother approaching.

"Oh no... That's horrible..." You gasped with sympathy and worry, "I hope the fishes and corals won't get impacted by the oil spill..."

"Oh don't worry," Bruno chuckled, taking the heavy loads off your hands, "I made sure to zip that out of the water."

You blinked, confused.

"...What?"

"What...?"

That fic was inspired by the very first scene of H2O, I love that show so much, and I can't wait to post my mermaid fics in store!

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