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for ask-travaganza, (still patiently waiting on) free ride part 3?
So sorry it has taken 25 years!
Steven Grant x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo • ko-fi •
• Free Ride Masterlist •
Summary: You recognised Steven, and Jake had no choice but to play along and give in to some impulses of his own. Now Steven has woken right after the act and doesn't know how he got here.
A/N: I'm so sorry this has taken so long, honestly I'm not 100% with this one.
Warnings: Jake being mistaken for Steven, Steven waking up and being like oooohhh okkkayy what?, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, dirty talk Steven kind of just saying whatever is in his mind, cream pie, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 3513
Steven freezes, unable to hide his very obvious deer caught in the headlights expression. He swallows and the audible gulp makes him wince.
A small frown of worry begins to deepen on your forehead. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, good, great even, the best, I…” The words just tumble out like acid, burning his throat as they form. “Erm, I should…” He moves away from you quickly, standing up and then nearly tripping over the trousers and belt on the floor that he doesn’t recognise.
You kneel quickly to help him without thinking, grabbing hold of his forearms to steady his balance.
Despite how he automatically wraps his fingers around your arms, he flinches ever so slightly at the touch, trying his best to hide it. But it was undeniably there.
Something deep and sickening settles in your chest. The pressure of tears starts to form behind your eyes. You didn’t think he was the kind of person who just threw people aside after he’d fucked them.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Steven keeps his eyes trained on your jaw, not high enough to have to look into your eyes and not low enough to see anything. But… well, if he’d slept walked here and, he must of, so… he must sort of have seen everything, right?
His thoughts ricochet around in his head, bouncing off his skull with a ferocious impact. He absentmindedly strokes the inside of your arms with his thumbs.
There’s a little bruising on your neck, love bites he quickly realises. Fresh and still forming. He must have…
“You, erm,” you pause, you want to run. Hide. Leave. But you couldn’t exactly dart out of your own flat now, could you? “I-”
“I’m sorry, love, I’m sorry,” he shakes his head, closing his eyes. God the pain in your voice was like a knife forced under his ribs. You obviously didn’t know he’d been sleepwalking. He’d read about cases like this, sexsomnia, had he done it before? Is that where he wandered off to? Had he been fucking you for months and just not realised?
“I know it was a bit fast,” you swallow, trying not to let your panic overtake you, “I don’t usually, you know… jump into bed with people like that.”
Well, that answered that question, didn’t it?
You breathe in deeply, “I hope you don’t-”
“Love, no, no, no,” he looks up at you quickly, finally taking in your expression. The worry, the apprehension. Part of him screams to just tell you the truth. But what would he look like? A complete idiot. Or you just wouldn’t believe him, would think he was trying to fob you off. Steven couldn’t have that.
“I, I, sorry, I zoned out and sort of-” He started, giving you his best reassuring smile.
“Did you nod off?” You hate how shy you sound, naive and hopeful. “I thought you did, for a second?”
“Yes!” He says, a little too loudly and with a touch too much enthusiasm. “I fell asleep for a second, didn’t I? God,” he lightly bumps his forehead with the palm of his hand as he repeats your words. “Got all… startled for a second, I do that. Sorry. What a man I am? Yeah? Falls asleep straight away after…” His mouth flounders for a second, his mind stalling. It wasn’t like he was a child, it wasn’t like he hadn’t had sex before. It wasn’t like he was even embarrassed by the act. It was just that straight away after fucking sounded so impersonal. Especially when he didn’t even remember the fucking part.
“It’s okay.” You smile warmly, relief washing over you. You lightly touch his cheek and he leans into you instantly.
He must have got so worked up, you reason, self-conscious.
“Thanks love, I…” He pauses and raises his finger, suddenly very aware of his nakedness and that he still had a condom on. “You know what? I’m gonna take this… off. Yeah.” He gestures, trying to be a little bit over the top and lighthearted. And to his absolute relief, you giggle.
“Sure, let me grab you a tissue.” You grin and climb back on the bed to grab some from the bedside table.
“Thanks, I…” He trails off as he can’t help but watch, mesmerised by your bare skin and the curve of your ass. He swallows as you turn back to him, handing over a few tissues.
You pause a little at the look he gives you, his eyes dark.
“Steven?” You say softly, about to inwardly curse yourself at using his name again when he’d acted a little unfavourably to it before, but instead, his breathing hitches ever so slightly. His throat bobs.
“Sorry love,” he takes the tissues, wrapping the condom inside and throwing it into the bin when you gesture to where it is. He pauses again for a second. “You’re so pretty.”
You laugh bashfully, “I… Thank you. So are you.”
“No,” he touches your biceps, feather light in his caress. “I mean it, honestly, truly, so beautiful.”
“Thank you.” You say softly, your voice coming out barely above a whisper. You hold your breath as he leans in and just faintly runs the bridge of his nose against yours while he lightly touches your neck.
You shiver.
“Did I leave these marks?” He asks, his voice low and teasing as he strokes the love bites.
You nod, heat starting to pool in your belly.
“Did you like it?” He brushes his lips against your cheek, moving closer to your ear.
“Yes.” You manage to mutter, your mouth dry.
“Good.” He mutters, placing the softest kiss to your jaw.
You lean closer, biting your lip to keep down the shaky little sigh that wants so desperately to escape. It feels… different, him being so close. It’s strange, it’s like you weren’t just wrapped around each other minutes before. It’s like you’re here with a completely different person.
He darts out his tongue, running the tip over a love bite just along your pulse point and groans when he feels you arch into him.
Steven sucks at the bite, laps at it, sending a spiral of sensation along your nerves as he leans closer, as if he was trying to cover up the marks anew.
He wraps his arms around you, gently urging you back down onto the mattress as he lightly presses his own legs between yours.
By the time your back hits the sheets and his tongue slips past your lips you’re gone. Lightheaded and aching for every touch he’ll grace you with.
He moans into your mouth, his touch light but quickly becoming more demanding as he feels you arching up to him. He moves against you languidly, grinding his hips ever so slightly as they come to rest against yours.
The heat of your core just brushes his semi hard cock and he hisses, shivering as he flinches back a fraction of a centimetre before he pushes closer, greedily drinking down your little moans as he rubs himself against your wetness.
He hums happily, running his right hand along your skin to your chest. He squeezes your breast softly, kneads in between his fingers until your nipples have pebbled as you let out a desperate whimper.
“Fuck yes,” He whispers, pulling his lips back a fraction so he can watch your face. He’s dizzy, his vision dreamlike. So sure that he’ll wake up any minute. He pinches your nipple, delighting in the little whine you grace him with, how your eyes snap open and you give him a look.
“Sorry, love,” He chuckles softly, “Don’t mean to tease.” He leans closer again before he trails kisses down your neck, nipping slightly at your collarbone in a rushed frenzy. Like you could push him away at any moment.
You shiver, digging your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck as he licks between your breasts slowly, looking up at you with his large doe eyes.
“Can I…?” He bites his lip a little shyly, letting the question hang.
You nod and he groans.
Steven bends his neck so that he can lap slowly at your nipples, lavishing one with attention before moving to the other. He moans when you squirm and buck, pressing your skin further into his mouth.
He pushes his heavy cock against your pussy so that he can rub his length along your clit and folds, shivering with how your hot, wet slick coats him. It’s only then that he sucks at your beast, flicking the tip of his tongue as he rocks his hips eagerly.
You moan loudly, your back arching as you hold onto him, pulling him closer. Pleasure twists and churns in your belly, little jolts of electricity running along your nerves as he presses and rolls against your clit in a mesmerising rhythm.
He whimpers as your cries grow in pitch, his hips bucking faster against you as weight settles at the base of his cock.
You pull his hair, a little harshly and he whines, nearly coming undone on the spot, “Fuck love, keep doing that.” He manages to stammer out, gasping when you pull again. “Fucking hell.”
He rocks faster, spurred on by your whimpers and how desperately you cling to him. You want him. You need him.
Your legs hook around his waist as he laps at your breasts, he rolls his hips, the very tip of his cock just catching at your entrance.
His body almost betrays him, moving practically of its own accord. Steven just manages to stop himself from pushing in completely, instead, he pulls back and continues to rub against you. Just the right pressure, the right rock and push.
You moan loudly, practically sobbing.
“Say my name, love, please?”
“Steven,” You whine, and oh god he wants you to say it again, scream it. The way it falls from your lips. How worked up you look as you clutch yourself to him. He can’t control himself.
He groans and pinches your nipples as he covers your neck and jaw with kisses, continuously rolling his hips into yours. It’s so wet and warm between you both, your slick covering him and dripping onto the bed sheets. His mouth waters.
“Steven,” You gasp, your thighs are tensing, shaking around his waist.
“Fuck,” He pulls himself back quickly, “Sorry, sorry, sorry, I got to,” he kneels up, muttering rushes apologies as you whine at the loss of his warmth and pressure.
He practically throws himself further down the bed, grabbing hold of your thighs with shaking hands as he buries his face between your legs.
Your back arches, spine bending as you cry out. His warm, thick tongue drags through your folds, laps at your clit until you're screaming. He moans, long and low, his eyes closed in bliss as he drinks down your wetness and then swirls around your bundle of nerves before he sucks it into his mouth.
You grab at his hair, your body moving under its own will. Pleasure builds and builds and builds, so dizzyingly high and quick. Pulled taught until you can’t do anything but snap. “Steven, I’m gonna come.” You whine, bucking up as he sucks and lets out a small accompanying cry.
His eyes practically roll back as you gasp, your cum hitting his mouth like ambrosia. You shake in his grip, his hands firm on your inner thighs to keep you open and spread as he works you through it. He sucks like his life depends on it, like your pleasure is his only reason for breathing.
When you start to relax he moves back a fraction, lightly licking through your folds to collect and drink down all of your release.
You whine a little softly, shivering from the after effects. But his tongue is so gentle, the touch so light, it doesn’t overstimulate you as you expect. Instead, the warmth is welcome as he laps, occasionally breaking his rhythm to press soft kisses to your legs.
“Steven,” you whisper, your muscles are jelly, weak and boneless. But still you reach out and stroke his cheek.
He looks up at you happily. “Thank you, love…” He smiles dreamily, “Was that okay?”
You can’t help but laugh as you push his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “More than.”
His smile widens and he sits up a little so he can kiss your wrist. His cock bobs between his legs, heavy and red. Practically straining with need.
“Would you… like to?” You nod at his erection and smile.
A little hint of red colours his cheeks, “Well, I mean, erm… no pressure of course, only if you want to, I don’t want to pres-”
You sit up quickly and kiss him, sliding your tongue past his lips and licking into his hot mouth. He whimpers, pushing closer.
“Of course I want to.” You nip his bottom lip lightly and he groans.
“Do you… do you have another condom?” He swallows and you shake your head.
“I… I’m on birth control… I don’t, I don’t have any STDs or anything?” You pause, suddenly a little embarrassed at your bluntness. God, he must think you’re so desperate.
He groans again, pressing closer and shuddering. “I don’t either, have any, I mean.” He smiles and the knot of worry in your stomach dissolves. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“I want to.” You whisper.
“Oh fuck,” He swallows quickly, “You’re gonna make me come on the spot, sound too fucking sexy love.” He kisses your cheek and jaw. “Here,” he gently manoeuvres you onto your hands and knees, constantly kissing and checking in.
You expect him to kneel behind you straight away and sink inside, but instead he dips his head down and runs his tongue only your folds once more, smiling as you jump.
“Taste so good, love.” He mutters, repeating the movement. “I could stay here all night.” He kneads your ass with his large hands as he licks, revelling in your little shakes and moans as he flicks his tongue over your clit before dipping inside ever so slightly. He repeats the movement again and again and again, until you’re digging your hands into the duvet cover and thrusting back to meet his mouth.
“Steven,” you gasp, your back arching. “Please, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to stay upright if you make me come again.”
He groans and grins, moving away slowly after one last lick. “Alright, love, alright.” His hands are warm on the small of your back as he strokes your skin, rubs your hips. The bed dips slightly as he repositions himself, his heart hammering in his chest as he takes himself in hand and notches his tip at your pussy.
“Tell me if something doesn’t feel right, okay love?”
You nod.
“Please?”
“I will, I promise, I-” You moan deeply as he starts to push inside, stretching you so wonderfully.
“Thank you, thank you,” he moans headily, “Can’t bare the thought of you, oh fuck, of you not having a good time.” He gasps, halfway in. He pulls back slightly before pushing forward again, slowly easing further with every slow thrust.
He tries to swallow down a sob, but you just feel too good. “Taking me so well,” he moans, all high pitched. He can’t tear his eyes away from how he sinks inside, how you’re stretched so wide around him. Your walls squeeze and throb, pulling him deeper.
“You feel amazing.” He manages to stammer out as he pushes all the way inside at last.
You moan, rocking back lightly. Even though you’d already felt him splitting you open, he feels even larger at the angle, pushing every thought out of your head to make room for more of him.
He whimpers as you move, his muscles flexing as he bucks shallowly to meet you.
“Steven,” you swallow. “Ah, please!”
He smiles, holding onto your hips with one hand as he picks up the pace, pulling you back to meet every single one of his deep, powerful thrusts. He rolls his hips, changing the angle ever so slightly with each buck, your moans music to his ears and only fulling him further.
When you cry out particularly loudly he groans.
“Oh, fuck love, there?” You nod your head rapidly, pleasure spurting up your spine. “Yes!”
He sobs as he looks down, watching himself disappear inside of you, the heavy sound echoing. Your wetness has dripped down his balls, sunk into the dark curls between his legs. He can see a white ring forming around the base of his cock, growing thick with every buck as the liquid leaks out of your pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, his voice low and desperate. “So fucking good for me, taking me and letting me fuck you and, ugh, feeling so good!” He gasps, his hips smacking into yours, jolting your forwards as he bullies his cock in and out of you.
You moan, thrusting back with all your might and sobbing when he reaches around and rubs at your clit with his left hand.
Pleasure sparks deep, twisting and growing and leaving you powerless to how he plays your body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, his fingers slippery on your pussy as he rubs. He presses his fore and middle finger to your clit while he feels his cock pumping in and out of you with his ring and little finger. The sound of your wetness is making him lightheaded, how you push back and take him so greedily, you want him. The thought echoes with the rapid beating of his heart. You want him, you want him, you want him.
“You’d, you’d,” he swallows, his head too blissed out to know or control what his mouth is saying. “You’d let me come in you, wouldn’t you? Let me fill you up?”
You whine, nodding desperately.
“Oh shit, what, what about if I pull out and come all over your back? Can I? Can I make a fucking mess all over you?”
“Yes,” You manage to whimper.
“Oh god, love,” he whines, “I’m so close, I want you to have it all, all of me. You’re gonna make me come so hard, I can feel it. Shit. I used to, I used to fuck myself and think- think about you,” his voice raises as you buck back against him, “I used to come all over himself thinking about… you!” He gasps, his balls tightening.
“Love, please,” Steven sobs, “I’m gonna come,” he sounds so weak, robbed of strength even though he is pounding into you like a man possessed. “Want to feel you squeeze me, please?” He shivers. “Want to feel you come on my cock, please? Can you? How, how can I help make you?”
You moan low, his sweet needy words twist in your stomach. “Please, just a little bit more, I’m,” you swallow, “I’m nearly there.”
He whimpers. “Love, oh god, thank you, thank you.” He rolls your clit, kissing your shoulder blades as he ruts against you. “Thank you so much for letting me fuck you, thank you so much. Can, can you say my name, can you scream it when you come? I want to hear you say it all the time, every day, want to fuck you every fucking second, I’ll just stay here and be ready for you whenever you want and, oh!”
You squeal, your muscles spasming as you come hard. Pleasure rushes along your veins as your thrust back against his thick cock, keeping him fully inside as your walls pulse and squeeze. Your orgasm burns, leaving only ashes in its wake.
Steven stammers, his whole body freezing except for his hips. He bucks rapidly, practically screaming your name as he finally reaches his peak. He spurts deep inside of you, pumping hot and thick. He shivers, shakes and groans thankfully as you (as gently as you can) collapse onto the bed and pull him down on top of you.
He nuzzles into your neck, his cock spasming with aftershocks. He can’t believe this is real.
“I’m sorry.” You breathe hard, your skin sweaty.
“Hmm?” Steven lifts his head ever so slightly, confused.
“I didn’t say your name.”
“Oh,” he chuckles, about to reassure you that he very, very much doesn’t care at this moment. That you are wonderful, perfect even, and that he thinks that was the hardest he’d ever come in his whole life. And maybe, perhaps he should say sorry for running his mouth like that. But you don’t give him a chance.
“I guess I’ll have to try again the next time you fuck my brains out.” You giggle, angling your arm back so that you can awkwardly stroke his hair.
Steven shivers, next time. Next. Time. His softening cock twitches in your heat.
He wants to answer, but for once his brain is lost for words. Instead, he moans and buries his face into your shoulder, kissing and sucking as he cuddles you tight.
Thank you so much for reading!
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a personal milestone 🥳 + author's note
i finally made it 😭 (there is probably another 10k sitting in my drafts, but i have always tracked word count for this project as a sum of already-published installments)
also a (somewhat long) journal entry below:
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This has been the main project in my life for almost two years, now (I started writing on 1.26.2023). It's my first proper attempt at a novel, and it's one of my first times ever posting original work anywhere 😭
It's hard to say how I feel now, perhaps because I feel too much.
Where to go from here? I considered dropping the series entirely before I hit the milestone because I was very tired. In a way, I felt like I had said everything I wanted to say. But I think I also love this series a lot more than I can properly verbalize.
To be completely honest, writing this series was so lonely. To work for so long on something that I could not show to nearly anyone irl (not family, not close friends, not peers, not strangers I met who I talked to about art); to spend hundreds of hours on something that I could only ever post to a small subset of people... all of that was very lonely. I'm sure other creatives have felt this way too.
And at the same time, hearing what people on snzblr thought became probably the most potent source of happiness in my life (is that pathetic? Maybe so.) I don't think this project was self-sustaining at all; I think to some extent, I wrote it because I wanted to hear people tell me that they liked it. I realize this is a terrible and unsustainable reason to create art, but that's the truth.
On some level, though, I kept writing because I loved Y+V. They've been at the forefront at my life for almost two years now 😭 I spent a long time teaching myself how to write them, and a lot of the themes & choices in the series are quite personal. Embarrassingly, I still want to talk about Y+V all the time.
When I posted to ask if I could send my unfinished/unpolished WIPs, some people reached out to offer to read them... and then I never sent anything over to anyone. I think a part of me could not get it through my head that people would be willing to read something completely unpolished, because... well, frankly, a lot of my drafts are just pretty unreadable; I typically only post things that I have already cleaned up. More importantly, I felt like sending my drafts to people—even people who had given me explicit permission to send them!—was selfish and troublesome.
On some level, I also felt the same about asking others to brainstorm with me: I felt like I was asking them a favor which I did not know how to pay back. Perhaps this is just another way in which I have been cruel/uncharitable to myself, but I never imagined people enjoying receiving my drafts. I could never convince myself that for those people, giving feedback/discussing ideas might not actually be a chore. I was always scared to make writing less of a lonely process because I could only think about how easy it would be for me to ask too much.
This is probably the most honest I've been about this particular subject 😭 I am not good at gauging what constitutes 'too much.' I feel like I can get carried away when someone expresses interest, so I try to preemptively position myself as someone who does not impinge on others... I think that even outside of this series, I have defaulted to this pattern of trying to give and trying not to ask. In that particular sense, I am perhaps to blame for my own loneliness.
Anyways! Recently, I've gone back to (tentatively) writing after months of not writing. I'm not sure if I will post another installment here (maybe if the drafts are 'good enough', I will?), but it's nice to write without worrying so much that what I am writing needs to be publishable/presentable.
If you have ever left tags/comments on my work, and you are reading this, I am grateful beyond words to you for keeping me company + for making me feel like what I was spending so much time on was a little more meaningful :') I always go back to reread them when I'm in need of encouragement. Thank you sincerely for the happiness. ❤️
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for the smut drabbles number 44 "You're really messing with my head here." and 80 "F-Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last long if you keep doing that." with Viktor and Reader just having fun and being gentle with each other? 🥺
I hope you feel better soon and that the stress will go away 💕 I am already eternally grateful for the things you have written (especially LGP) and I wouldn't mind waiting a decade for an update
Ohoho, don't worry, the stress is now ✨gone✨ But more on that later! For now, some modern flavored spice for you and your endless patience w/ me 😘
Tags/Warnings: 18+, Viktor x AFAB Reader, modern!au, phone sex, dirty talk lite, mutual masturbation, he's on the sweeter, cheekier side for once
It starts with, “I miss you.”
Sweet and sad, you sigh it into the receiver the moment he picks up his phone. It’s hardly been twenty-four hours, but he understands the pull. He’d like you close too. Your love speaks loudest twined around him, in all those little touches—fingers in his hair, skin to skin—but this will have to suffice.
You talk and laugh and share your day, and, thinking back, he’s not entirely sure where the shift occurred. Was it the way your voice seemed to turn wistful and needy? Or how he could hear you shuffling around in bed? Was it when he started imagining you fresh out of the shower, curled naked between the sheets with your soft, damp skin after you innocently mentioned you’d just stepped out?
Though, come to think of it, that part wasn’t very innocent at all.
Pretty soon, he can’t help that he’s palming himself through his boxers to the sound of your raw, sleepy voice; that he sighs into the line, but it sounds dangerously near a groan.
“You’re really messing with my head here,” you say abruptly, catching on. “Are… Are we really doing this…?”
Viktor huffs a little laugh and decides to push it. Same as he decides to slip his cock out all the way to stroke himself in earnest. “Doing what?” he asks, sweetly feigning ignorance.
He can hear how badly you don’t want to say it, how embarrassed you are in the heavy silence that follows. Or perhaps it’s that you’re scared to be wrong, but he realizes that too late for mercy.
Because you finally whisper, “Are you, um… Touching yourself too?”
“Mmhm,” he hums, and really pushes it. “Do your fingers feel as good as mine, miláčku?”
You breathe out, shaky, and he can only imagine that you’ve slipped in two to fuck yourself on. “They don’t. Not at all.”
“As I suspected. But you’ll do your best for me, no?”
“To what…?”
“To come like I’m touching you. Always so loud…” he muses. Lets his legs splay wider, thumbing languid circles into his cockhead. “I’d like to hear it.”
Confidence builds in your voice with each word. “You wanna know what I’m doing, too? What I’m thinking about?” you ask, and it has him twitching.
His nod is eager, as if you’re there to see it. Like it’s your pretty hand stroking him off in the darkness. “Tell me everything,” he begs, “please.”
Everything, so that he can conjure the perfect picture of you: Knees knocked wide, nipples teased to puffiness dragging along the sheets, prostrated with your ass in the air, though you’d rather be bent over his lap, apparently. Gives him access, the best angle to play with your pussy; to circle your clit with the flat of press of three fingers when you’re desperate for relief from his teasing. That’s what you wish was happening. What he wishes was happening, too, rather than listening as you rut against your hand and pant into the phone.
But it works and works well.
Especially when you whine his name.
“F-Fuck, I don't think I can last any longer if you keep doing that,” he warns, wound tight.
“I can’t—I can’t either,” you gasp, punctuated by the slick press of your fingers, in and out, so loud he can hear what a mess you’ve made of your cunt. “Vik, you don’t understand what your voice does to me.”
But with how you nearly sob your release into the receiver when he says, “Come for me, then,” he has a pretty good idea.
#viktor arcane#viktor x reader#mdni#arcane x reader#reader insert#my writing#no it's not necessarily lgp but uh the initial hesitance of this reader is.. fitting..#2022 birthday prompts
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Hello baby.
The truth is that I have been having a bad time these days. My dad gave me a car but no one wants to teach me how to drive. The car he gave me is too big for my size and I can't reach the pedals, and even though I tried to explain it, he ignored me and told me I had to used to. Now he sold the one I had and bought another one, it turned out the same or worse.
The thing is that my mom and sister talked to me and told me that I have to talk to my dad and tell him that I don't want to and that the car doesn't work for me. Besides, I have to tell him that I was not accepted at the university for which I applied for the exam.
The problem is that I am very afraid of facing people and speaking for what I want, costs me too much work, I know it is silly but I am very afraid of facing talking to people and it makes me anxious to think about how they are going to scold me. I feel that I am very weak and I would like to be firm but I can't do it. I feel like I fail at many things and I'm really not as good as I thought I was and I feel very bad.
I just wanted to tell it, reading is a safe place for me and so is this blog. I feel like the way you interact with us is too warm and safe. Even if it's anonymous, I feel like I can tell something and receive some nice and genuine response, it's like a hug that I don't dare ask for.
Anyways, I just vent here but I think there's some things I can't talk with some persons in my life, and do anon here it's a way to deal with, for me. Thank you a lot for your amazing stories, it's a safe place for me.
💗💗💗💗
I hope you're Alright and I send you hugs.
Hi baby, I'm very sorry I haven't replied to you earlier, I've been busy but I'm happy to know you feel alright and safe here, may you continue having those positive feelings and using this space to vent and talk about whatever you wish! ❤️
I completely understand you, I truly do... First of all about the car, it's a shame they don't understand why the car isn't the right fit for you and that this might add to the nervousness or insecurity you must feel when it comes to driving... May I ask you how old you are? Because I'm 27, I don't know how to drive but I'll start my driving lessons next month and I'm excited but quite nervous about the fact I might be seen as "too old" (in my country we get our driver's license at the age of 18 but I never got mine for a number of reasons)
Nonetheless, I hope this car situation is already solved by now but if it isn't, remember it isn't the end of the world, eventually you'll find someone nice enough to help you or even find an instructor and learn how to drive, you'll be able to drive off anywhere you want, be independent and not worry about this anymore honey ❤️
Now, about you being afraid of facing people, I understand it in a spiritual level because until like a month ago I was like that, even if I'm nearly 30 I was still asking for permission or approval, mostly from my dad, because I was terrified of disappointing or making him angry, but once he had the stroke and I had to handle everything, I realized I am an adult and I can do whatever I want and I don't have to keep waiting for him to give his blessing on every single step, so I've been more independent, more rational and I've been able to impose myself in situations I'd just be submissive in my personal and work life too you know? This time will come for you too, it's scary and weird to think of it, but you are strong enough and you are gonna get it honey you don't have to worry about everything at all... You'll be fine, my love! I love you and I hope you'll be fine ❤️😘
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The whole time I was watching the new Sanders Side I kept thinking of your theory and You NAILED It like Wow.
Oh my gosh thank you, it surprised me so much tho!
I had it in mind since the first time I saw people theorizing about the new side being a liar, but I literally posted my thought like. 1-2 days before the video came out gjsghsjg
And even tho it was so close from the release, please believe me when I say that the moment the video came out, I cOMPLETELY FORGOT AbOut iT and it was only until the LAST MOMENT where ��Patton” was getting desperate that I was like “Oh. OOOoooooh. Oh No. There it is. Screw this. I didn’t wanna be right to begin with” so I panicked and closed hte vide o
#I wanna talk about this video for days#it was such a masterpiece it be from script to timing to prOPS AND LOCATIONS#AND EVEN THE CAMERA VIEWS AND THE PERSONIFICATIONS AND THE SUBTLETY OF THE WHOLE THING LIKE#I could FEEL that something was off about Patton#but they made me forget about it every time until it was too late and hhHHHH#I loved it#thank you for asking!!!#I love receiving asks about nearly everything but i'm starting to worry I'm talking too much lmfao#I don't feel all too comfortable about updating a sideblog too often and honestly I got literally 0 valid reason to feel this way#Like#this is an artblog at its core#people follow it for the art#i don't wanna annoy anyone with random stuff#heck I annoy myself all the time I can't imagine how it's like for other people#lmfao#okay that went on a darker tangent there let's try to not do this again hsghsj#only reason i'm keeping it here is because I believe not a lot of people read the tags#and theres definitely only a tiny portion of those who do that actually read this far#so it's a cool corner to vent maybe?#that shouldn't happen again anyway#rambles#asks#the-allies-have-the-phonebox#tsdeceit#janus sanders
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3 Player Punishment
genre: smut
renjun x jaemin x haechan x fem!reader
kinks: degradation, male receiving!oral, threesome(? is that even a kink), creampie, gagging
relationship is established
1500 words (exactly), 8275 characters
a/n this took me 50 minutes and it's 1:30am rn lmao
you whimpered when you felt haechan tug on your hair. usually jaemin would chuckle when he saw you in a helpless position like this, but this time even he was looking sternly at you. "aren't you such a dirty slut?" haechan hissed, giving another tug.
you were on the master bedroom's bed. the room was dim as none of your three boyfriends had the light at a higher priority than seeing you fucked and punished. on your stomach, you strained your neck to see them.
renjun cupped your chin and tilted it up to have eye contact. "what do you have to say?"
"i'm very sorry," you whimpered. "please don't go too hard on me."
muted chuckles could be heard from all of them.
"did I hear that right? 'please don't go too hard on me'?" jaemin asked.
"you really should've thought of the consequences before you teased us the entire dinner, y/n. in front of our friends, what's more." haechan said. "now, go on all fours."
you complied immidiately, afraid of risking even more punishment. renjun had his pants off, his cock up and ready for your mouth. he cupped your chin and thrusted his cock into your mouth, your gag reflexes protesting against it. renjun didn't stop until all of him was inside of your mouth. he knew you liked it with the way your eyes looked at him with desire even with tears flooding it.
you could see a small, sly smirk form on jaemin's face as he sat at the corner of the bed, already using his hand to pump his cock. jaemin loved watching haechan or renjun fuck you. he'd wait until your eyes were messy with tears and then come over to fuck your overstimulated brains out.
"haechan," he called out to haechan, who was taking off his pants. "be sure to fuck her really good, alright?"
"don't worry about it." haechan growled.
with renjun rapidly thrusting himself into your mouth and your gag reflex working as hard as the devil, you could say nothing but squeal vainly.
haechan positioned himself, giving one big slap to your ass as he did. he slipped himself in, gave himself 2 seconds to convince himself that you won't be physically hurt, and went animalistic. thrusting into you quickly, grabbing your waist, eyes on your ass, haechan's breathing was quick and loud.
tears escaped your eyes. you felt otherworldly as you felt haechan pounding you from behind and renjun cursing from the front with his cock pumping inside of you. your head felt so light, and the first 2 minutes haven't even passed.
"fuck," renjun groaned. "dirty slut. how many times have you took this dick in your mouth like this? f..fuck."
haechan slapped your ass again, making even more tears leave your eyes. "y/n is nothing but a dirty whore, always wanting to get fucked- hmm?"
you could say nothing but let the tears fall.
"such a beautiful sight for me to enjoy," jaemin heaved loudly. "my little slut with two holes filled."
you looked at jaemin, and felt like you could orgasm just by the sight of him. his eyes met yours, his filled with lust and desire. his hand quickly pumped his cock. his chest heaved as his eyes took in the masterpiece of a sight in front of him.
your eyes were glued to jaemin- whether it was his cock or his eyes. yours were desperate. you so wanted this- renjun and haechan's cock in two of your holes. you felt so euphoric. you felt so full.
haechan could see this.
"you like this a lot, isn't it? that's why you were acting like a complete-" he hissed and grabbed your ass tightly. "-complete whore. couldn't even wait till we got home."
"such a naughty girl." renjun heaved, his eyes unable to look sane with your mouth working magic on his cock.
you cried on renjun's cock, feeling your need to orgasm grow bigger and bigger. you needed to cum soon.
"what is this?" haechan growled, now tugging your hair. "you want to cum?" he felt your walls tighten even more around him.
"don't let her." jaemin instructed.
haechan sadistically grinned. "of course i wouldn't. sluts don't get to pick and choose."
renjun hissed. "shut the fuck up and fuck the shit out of her."
you couldn't take it. the sight, the sound, the feeling of being so filled with haechan and renjun-
you cried loudly into renjun's cock. he groaned at the vibration, thrusting faster. "i'm gon- cum!" you cried, but no one could hear it.
haechan hissed and gave a spank to your ass when he felt your walls squeeze his cock. "cumming all over my cock? you're clenching so tight around me, y/n."
"fuck, i'm going to cum." renjun growled. using his two hands to grab your head, he thrusted deeply into your mouth. your mouth felt destroyed, but you loved it. your entire body felt so overstimulated with haechan's pounding still continuing, but you wanted renjun to destroy your mouth as much as he could. even more, you wanted his cum as deep down your throat as possible.
with hissing and groaning, you looked at renjun's eyes with a small sense of accomplishment as he pumped his load into you. he scoffed when his eyes met yours. still, he pulled out his cock and lied on his back, panting.
as for you, you were gasping and readjusting to not having your throat completely filled by renjun. haechan's thrusts didn't slow down. if anything, it went faster. haechan groaned loudly, his hands digging into your ass. he relished the sight of your body, loving everything about it.
you whimpered and whined, begging him to quickly fill you up. it was overstimulating.
"i'm going to cum soon," he looked at jaemin. jaemin nodded, a sly smile on his mouth. you gulped at the sight of the smile.
haechan gave one final spank to your red ass, thrusted in as deeply as he could, filled you up, and pulled out. he panted, a satisfied smile on his face. he moved to clean himself out, leaving space for jaemin.
jaemin moved onto your collapsed body. cum covered his crotch and hand, but he seemed to ignore it. not when you were in front of him, at least.
"think you can handle me?"
"not too fast, please" you said weakly.
he laughed, amused. "i'll try."
jaemin slipped inside of you easily. he waited for a couple of seconds, gauging your limit. then he started moving. he started at a slow pace, but as time went on he rapidly increased the pace. he was now going nearly as fast as haechan did, much to your gasps and pleasure.
jaemin never really felt physical pleasure from fucking alone; it was making you feel as pleasured as possible that turned him on.
"aww," he cooed, wiping away your tears. "i thought you wanted this badly, y/n? and when haechan and renjun are done with you and it's my turn, you cry so much?"
you wailed and buried your head into the bedding. "so much- so much, so much"
jaemin smiled, amused. "you did want to feel three cocks, baby."
you wailed with overstimulation, already feeling your insides clench at jaemin's cock. you felt stretched and out of your mind, but you knew that you needed jaemin's cum deep inside of you, just like haechan's.
"cumming so fast?" jaemin laughed at your pitiful figure as you arched your back and whimpered loudly. "shh, you want to wake all the neighbors up?"
"need your cum" was all you could say.
jaemin's eyes widened with amusement. he complied, figuring that haechan has fucked you enough. quickening his pace and looking at as much of your fucked face as he could, he came inside of you. a lot of it overfilled and spilled out of you, and he made a point to finger it back in when he pulled out.
renjun crawled towards you and picked you up. he went back to the middle of the bed and lied you down on his stomach. haechan took his left, jaemin his right. the room was quiet apart from your loud attempts to regain a steady breath and to wipe away all of your tears.
"we should do that again sometime." haechan commented.
jaemin laughed. "are you saying you want y/n to be a dirty little whore?"
renjun huffed. "you guys talk too much. let me and y/n sleep."
"alright, sorry~" both haechan and jaemin apologized playfully.
within 2 minutes, all of the 4 of you were dead asleep in a tangled mess of limbs.
#nct imagines#nct au#nct fluff#nct angst#nct smut#nct x reader#nct 127#nct dream#nct haechan#nct renjun#nct jaemin#nct jaemin smut#jaemin smut#nct renjun smut#renjun smut#nct haechan smut#haechan smut#nct dream smut
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Journey through time - Part 3
Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.
Warning: a little bit of angst and a lot of fluff. If you blink you might also see some smut.
A/N: Continuation to Part 2 of the photo series. Here's a link to Part 1 too. Thank you all for reading. I love you guys 😘♥️
Staying alone in Sy's house gave you an opportunity to find out more about your man. You were cleaning his study when you found a box shoved at the very back of a drawer with pictures inside. The first picture was a black and white photo of young Sy, probably in his early twenties. It looked like a candid picture, clicked by someone who must have attentively watched him while he read through some papers. As you rummaged through the box, you found a couple more candid pictures and a hand written letter addressed to Sy.
The box also contained polaroid pictures of a much older Sy. You picked up the one which looked fairly recent, maybe from only a couple of years ago. He had his signature beard, dressed in his suit with his smoldering eyes staring back at you. Behind were the words, "I count myself as extremely fortunate to have accompanied you on your big night, my love." Signed only as "M". You got the sinking gut feeling that it was from an ex-girlfriend, but what affected you more was that Sy had kept her things still.
Opening the letter and finding another picture inside, you took a moment to look at your man. You had no clue who were those people with him in the picture which only made you realise how little you knew about Sy. The letter mentioned how the person felt like they weren't a part of Sy's life anymore. "I invested too many years to be with you and yet I am here, all alone. I can't take it anymore." It read, continuing to jot down ways in which the person felt lonely while Sy was away and that is why she was deciding to break off their relationship. Your hear sank as you read it over and over again, noting how the edges of the paper was crumbled from being opened too many times. Keeping the box back in its place, you couldn't help but think back on everything that was mentioned as the silence in the big house seemed to envelope you.
You stared at your computer screen showing that you were online, waiting for the green dot to appear on Sy's image signifying that he was online on Skype too. It was your birthday tonight and before leaving, Sy had promised he would have long distance birthday dinner with you over video call. You had cooked his favorite recipe of Sloppy Joe's and got his favorite beer brand, even if you hated the taste of it. Your wait for a few minutes turned to hours with your food gone cold and beer turned warm. You looked at the screen, noting that it was past midnight now and your birthday was over. You couldn't help but cry when you shut down your computer, leaving your food on the table untouched and crawling into bed while thinking back on the letter and imagining if this is exactly how the other girl might have felt.
You sucked in a deep breath before receiving the video call from Sy. It was unexpected and unplanned, but it made your heart swell when his face appeared on the screen. Sy did not smile, he looked lost and deep in thought. Even with the awful quality of the call, you noticed the new scars on his face and how he looked like he had aged over a decade. Your talks were formal, mostly asking about how the other had been, general talk about health and wellbeing. But then you couldn't help but blurt out, "You missed my birthday." Sy sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, "I'm sorry but I had a rough week." You wanted to be understanding but the letter kept repeating its words in your mind and when you looked around, you only saw the emptiness. "But you had promised about dinner on my birthday." In an instant, Sy's voice came out like rumbling thunder. "If you want someone to be at your beck and call, maybe you should think what the hell are you doing with me. I can't be there all the time, I have a job to do here." His roaring voice came out loud from your speakers, bringing tears in your eyes. Anger and sadness mixed together and with a trembling voice, you said, "Maybe I really should think what I'm doing with you. Goodbye, Sy." You disconnected the call with painful heaviness in your heart.
Over the next weeks, you got several calls from Sy but you only spoke to him asking him about his health. The moment he would try to talk about what happened over the video call, you would change the subject. Then one day you got a video message sent to you by Sy. It was being filmed by someone else while Sy stood with a spray painted green German Shepherd. You watched as Sy instructed the dog called "Aika" to fetch a writing pad with papers stuck to it from the steps of the building and turn it around to face the camera. Sy crouched down next to Aika and the first paper read, "I'm very sorry about missing your birthday." He turned the sheet of paper over and the next one had "I'm sorry about acting like a dick the other night." When he turned the paper again, it read in bold letters, "I love you and I don't want to lose you." You felt the stinging feel of tears in your eyes as Sy came forward and spoke directly into the camera, "Dinner with me tonight? I'll make up for everything, I promise." Before the video cut, you heard men laughing in the background with someone shouting, "Captain's so whipped!" and imitating the sound of a whip slashing through the air.
That night, dinner was less about eating and more about sharing your feelings. Sy listened to how you felt about him missing your birthday, apologising profusely about it and telling you he'll make up for it when he gets back. But you felt like a bitch when he told you about his week and how he had lost two of his men during an attack on them. It was now your turn to apologize with tears in your eyes as you imagined losing Sy. You didn't want to ruin the mood but you had to ask about the box. "Who's M, Sy?" You watched as his expression had turned solemn and he had sighed heavily. "I take that you found the box? She was my girlfriend before you. We had been together since college and I won't lie, I really wanted to marry her. But, I couldn't give her the kind of life she wanted." You could hear the sadness in his voice while he spoke. "Do you still love her?" he answered in an instant, "Of course not! I love you, babe. I want no one but you. You can even throw away the box if you want, I just never got back to it and throw it away myself." He then proceeded to tell you he wanted to make you feel his love and explained what he had planned, which made you blush but reluctantly you obliged. Even with the distance of many, many miles between the two of you, you pleasured one another over the call while repeatedly professing how much you loved each other.
You had bounced on your feet nervously while watching the arriving flights displayed on the screen. Sy was coming home and your excitement knew no bounds. His tour had been extended by four more weeks which meant you hadn't seen him in person for almost half a year. But family came first so when he had asked if he could go directly to Austin to meet his folks, you hadn't objected. "What's one more week until I meet you?" You had joked although deep down you craved to be in his arms again. When newly arrived passengers started filing out through the doors, your heart drummed in your chest with anticipation. You nearly skipped a beat when Sy walked out the door with his bags, thinking about the time when many months ago you had bumped into him at this very airport, searching through the crowd for you. His bearded face broke out into a huge smile when he spotted you and you almost made a run for him, launching yourself into his arms while planting kisses all over his face. "God, I missed you so much." He said, hugging you tightly to his chest and not letting go of you for a long time.
The very next day, Sy had taken you out for dinner at the most fancy restaurant in town. You noticed how he was fidgety and nervous, looking at his watch several times. It worried you even more when for the third time that night, he excused himself and left the table. You wondered if he was sick but then were left confused when all of a sudden the speakers started playing the familiar tune of your favorite romantic song. You looked around puzzled but was taken by surprise when Sy walked to you and dropped down on one knee. With a tender smile on his lips he said, "I never knew what I really wanted from my life until I met you. Countless times I have prayed to the heavens for making you bump into me on that day. I was at the right place at the right time, for I met the most amazing and beautiful woman on this planet." You felt you heart pick up a pace knowing exactly what Sy was going to do. Fishing out a blue velvet box from his pocket and opening it to reveal a magnificent diamond ring, Sy continued, "Darlin' will you marry me and make me the luckiest man alive?" There was no hesitation in your voice when you nodded fervently and repeated "yes" several times, hugging and kissing Sy before he placed the ring on your finger while everyone around clapped for the two of you.
Continued to Part 4
#captain syverson#captain syverson fanfic#captain syverson x reader#captain syverson x you#captain syverson angst#captain syverson fluff#henry cavill fanfic
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Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, and Chrollo Head Canons #2
What’s up y’all! Thank you so much to the people who have given me feedback about what posts you all would like to see! This post will be about the “Adult Trio” and Leorio about how they would help their significant other with a subject in college. This one is a good suggestion! I’m going to incorporate fluff in this, as I am a sucker for fluff. I hope you all enjoy this! I most certainly do. This post is about 2687 words but don't worry, it's worth the read! These head canons came from my mind its a coincidence that some of these pictures match the thoughts. Portentous (old English) means wonderful or marvelous (in modern English) FYI: I am thinking about creating a discord server for both Voltron and Hunter x Hunter fans. I don’t know how to use the fancy perks of discord yet, so if you know how to and can help me out, send me a message! Alright, let’s get to it! Obviously these images are from Pinterest.
Discord Server for Voltron and HxH fans!
Leorio
“Mr. Leorio”, as we all know, is a sharp guy. He dresses in a suit, carries a suitcase, and wants to be a doctor. This man knows everything about academics, especially math and science. He will need to know these subjects to be a successful medical doctor.
Leorio received an A- in Calculus II and a B+ in Organic Chemistry. He was the only one that passed with flying colors while everyone else barely made it. He didn’t gloat in their faces but as soon as he got into the hallway he jumped for joy.
He was extremely happy about his progress and counted the days until graduation even though that was in 5 years. Wow! Don’t we love graduate school?!
He deserved the high grades because he spent countless nights studying missing parties, football games, and being with you just to make sure he was on the right track to graduating on time.
As we all know, Leorio wanted to pursue this career because he witnessed his best friend dying in front of him powerless to save him. The care for his friend would have been too expensive. Obtaining his degree was in honor of his friend; he’d save countless children, women, and men who’d all thank him for his hard work.
Leorio didn’t socialize much, but he did find himself hanging around a group of classmates that were a part of a co-ed fraternity that provided information on scholarship money for graduate school and job opportunities. This is where he met you. You didn’t want to be a doctor but instead wanted to be a computer scientist and decided to volunteer for this fraternity job fair.
As he rejoiced, his smile faded when he saw you walking down the hallway; tears falling from your face not caring who stared at you. He quickly walked up to you, put his arm around your back, and gave you a soft hug.
“What’s the matter,” he asks.
You were failing Calculus, a class you’ve been taking since the 12th grade but for some reason, you couldn’t pass it. Everyone else had A’s and B’s, while you had a D. D’s aren't accaetable in college; most make you retake the class.
“Don’t worry. I’ve just passed my midterm. I can help you study. You’ll pass; trust me.”
Later on that evening, he kept his promise but gave it a unique twist. He kept the lights off and lit 4 Yankee-sized candles in the room that smelled like Lavender. In the background, he had piano jazz playing on his speaker. You felt confused for a moment. You and Leorio weren’t necessarily dating but you both flirted with each other here and there. He wasn’t a social butterfly, but he felt comfortable talking to you.
“Um...what’s the music for?”
“It helps me concentrate. Believe it or not, it helps my brain flow. You like it don’t you?”
“No, actually I don’t.” Truth be told you loved it but you wanted to pull his strings a little. He looked up with a confused look.
“Ok. I’ll turn it off.”
“I'm kidding! It’s great!”
Whenever he cannot solve a Calculus question, he reviews similar problems from Algebra II. He applies this knowledge to your problem.
“Perform the indicated function evaluations for f(x)=3−5x−2x^2 . I’ll solve the first part for an example: f(6+t) simply means you will exchange “x” for 6+t. It will look like f(6+t)=3-5(6+t)-2(6+t)^2=-49 . You’d distribute -5 and -2 to the numbers inside of the brackets in which they are next to.”
Wow, that was easy! Wait, not he must think you’re stupid.
“You must think I’m stupid, don’t you?”
“Of course not! It took me a while to understand it too. You’ll apply the same knowledge for the rest.”
After what seemed like 4 hours (which was 2), you finally finished your homework! It was probably wrong but at least you made it past the 1st question! As you blew out the candles and turned on your LED lights instead, you see Leorio sleeping on your couch. Something about his soft face made you smile and place your hand over your heart.
“My little doctor,” you whispered to yourself.
“Well, come give this doctor some company then. I’m freezing over here!”
The throw blanket was large enough for you both. Snuggling on the couch was a great end to a stressful day.
Chrollo
To everyone else Chrollo was “Boss” or “Boss Man” but to you, he was Chrollo. Big C was known for his love for poetry and language.
He read poetry any chance he had at lunch and even dinner. It had gotten so bad that you had to tell him for the millionth time “No books at the table!”
Given his past, he always read at least 2 hours a day or one book a week. Reading is what got him through the day.
He was staying in your dorm for the day to relax because he had taken and passed his midterms to. The young thief thought about hiding in the closet but he didn’t because he sensed that you’d be tense because of midterms.
As you walked through the door, you looked angry, so angry that you could punch a wall. He immediately rose to his feet, threw his arms straight out in front of him, and motioned for you to stop. You just stared at him blankly.
“Come here,” he said like you, on cue, melted in his arms. He was warm and the deepness of his cooing voice vibrated against your neck. “What’s the problem?”
“I’m failing this stupid Shakespeare class!”
“Really?”
“Yes and if I don’t pass this midterm I’m going to fail the class for the 3rd time. I want to drop out! Who needs this scam anyway?!”
Chrollo held you a bit longer until you were ready to sit down and get to business. You pulled out your college’s book about Shakespeare plays and how he used Old English. Chrollo was the perfect man for the job! He’s read Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet several times!
Chrollo read a few stanzas and explained them. He then had you read some on your own and explain them...still you can’t.
He notices the problem immediately. He catches you snuggling comfortably against his toned arm, nearly falling asleep.
Chrollo laid at the very corner of the couch as you lay horizontally placing your head against his chest. You were comfortable but you weren’t able to focus. He notices this and slightly demands that you go sit at the table. When it came to academics, he was serious.
For as long as he had been reading, he has an arsenal of vocabulary words ready to be of use. He created flashcards for you and had you flip them over for nearly an hour. You start to memorize the words!
But you’re not done yet.
“Say the word ‘portentous’.”
“Por-ten-trious…?”
“No. Por-ten-tas.”
“Tias…?”
He moved his chair next to you, just an inch away from your face. He cups your mouth and moves it as he speaks again. This wasn’t a hard clutch, it was soft and he wasn’t irritated but he could sense that you were becoming irritated.
“Por-ten-tas,” he said again.
Instead of letting your cheeks go, his eyes diverted to your lips. They were moist and plump, ready to be met by his.
“Your lips are gorgeous. Kisseth me quite quaint.”
Oh no. Look at the monster you’ve created.
Chrollo created a reward system. Whenever he did things right as a child, he was rewarded with money and jewels. For every word you pronounced and defined correctly, he kissed you once. For each word you got correct in a row, he’d kiss you twice.
Soon enough he had kissed you so much that you couldn’t see straight!
The kisses worked because you passed your midterm! Each kiss placed a stain in your brain that made you remember the definition and how to pronounce it.
You and Chrollo celebrated by drinking champagne and listened to him read Sonnet 23 and 57.
Hisoka
As unusual as it seems, Hisoka is gifted when it comes to Chemistry specifically. That is why you two work well together...there is some chemistry going on between you two.
His hair down and his glasses were his alter ego, it was something that made him act completely different than what you were used to.
When you all were freshmen, he would skip class, attend parties, and would be hungover almost every week but once he was called into the Dean’s office, he changed.
You slightly missed that edgy side of him, but you enjoyed having a serious beau.
Hisoka is a social butterfly and is the life of the conversation and you loved him for it but sometimes it was awkward.
While he was chatting away about Calcium (Ca) and Iron (Fe), you stood there nodding like an idiot. You had NO IDEA about what he was talking about and that is why you were going to drop your chemistry class.
“I saw an imbecile put aluminum foil in the microwave and it burst into flames. How did they not know that Microwaves are the radio waves falling under frequency around 2500 megahertz? Any metallic object detected by radio waves inside the microwave acts as a reflector of radio waves.”
You shove his arm hard. He was acting arrogant in front of his friends. You were used to this but it got on your nerves. You made mistakes, everyone does!...even those that almost burn down the entire dorm room.
You two leave the party and head to his dorm room. Once you were settled, you released a can of anger and threw it all over your boyfriend.
“Hisoka? You just humiliated me.”
“Oh? No one knows that I was talking about you, my dear.”
“Don’t ‘my dear’ me! I asked for your help and you’re ignoring me. I don’t appreciate that. I didn’t ignore you when you sprained your ankle, did I?”
“No, you didn’t, dear. I supposed I have a few hours to kill. What do you need help with?”
Hisoka’s way of studying was much different from other students. He exercises like crazy before he opens his textbook.
He listens to EDM instrumentals while on the treadmill and when he lifts weights. You weren’t standing there like a trophy, he made you lift too.
“Being healthy will help your brain flow more easily. Lift this dumbbell as heavy as you can.”
He ran a mile on the track upstairs. Sweat dripped from his face like he had been standing outside in the rain.
By the time you returned to his dorm, you were beyond tired. You laid your head on his pillow but just as you closed your eyes, he pulled you up on your feet.”
“Not on my watch,” he tutted. “It’s chemistry time.”
You were having trouble memorizing Chemical Formulas and this by far was the most difficult concept you had come across.
To make you stay awake, he turned on a bright LED light and faced it towards the table. The bright light nearly made your head fall off from the pain it reflected in your eyes.
Hisoka grabbed his book and began to write down the major chemicals on the periodic table and their charges.
“Pay attention to the following abbreviations and charges: Calcium is Ca, Chloride is Cl+2, Carbide is C+2, and Carbon Dioxide is CO+2. Read these over and I’ll test you again.”
He did just that but you still weren’t understanding. You were ready to give up.
Stupid scam. Why do I need a piece of paper to determine what I can do? You thought to yourself. Well, it’s obvious. If you can’t do the work now, what makes you think you can do it at a job? Harsh, I know.
“Let me try this,” He said. He carried you to his bedroom and gently placed you on it. He took off his shirt and removed his glasses. “Aluminum has a charge of +3 and Oxygen has -2. If there were three of me and two of my clones disappeared, how many of me are left?”
“Just you, right? One”
“Correct! Excellent.”
Wow, everything started making sense once he took his shirt off.
From then, he just inserted himself into the equation and then it started to make sense! He apologized for running his mouth earlier and promised to keep any more secrets between you two. The night ended with you sleeping in his bed wrapped in a cotton blanket just cuddling and that was it. And bam! You slept as sound.
Illumi
Dating the “hot” quiet history buff was a flex of its own. Sure Illumi didn’t talk to anyone besides you, but it didn’t matter. People swooned if he looked in their direction.
History was a popular major during your era. People were not like their grandparents; they wanted to learn about other cultures besides their own. Illumi’s specialty was in world history and civilizations. The class was very interesting to you but there was so much information, you could barely process it.
Illumi often wrote his essays in one day proofread and all! He often charged people to look their essays over.
One time he made $500 in one year!
Glancing at your transcripts, he notices that you have a C- and offers to help.
“Why are you looking through my stuff?”
Hey, he’s your boyfriend! But still, he should ask.
“Sorry. It was up on the screen,” he said, throwing his hands in the air.
You began to blush in embarrassment. The hottest smartest man in the building now knew that you were failing one of the easiest classes on campus.
Placing his thumb under your chin, he lifted your head to meet his gaze. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I can help you.”
“How? I am so behind! I zoned out after chapter 2!”
“We’ll watch a movie.”
“Oh, God! Not one from PBS is it?!”
“Yes. How else are you supposed to learn?”
He turns on the movie and allows you to lay your head on his shoulder but not too much. He is aware of your tricks and he wants you to pay attention.
Every 15 minutes, he pauses the movie and asks you checkpoint questions. If you got them wrong, you had to stand up with your underclothes on (t-shirt and shorts) in the cool room for 10 minutes. If you got the questions right, he allows you to lay more comfortably. You were already in your underclothes but you were under the blanket.
He made you write down key definitions and the embarrassment of each section.
After the movie, he blindfolds you and reads out a term. Surprisingly, you got them all correct!
As a reward for your past midterm, he takes you to dinner at a restaurant where he slips a promise ring on your finger containing your birthstone.
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As a Kite | R.W
TW / mentions of ouid n getting h*gh , Smut, (Oral - female receiving, dirty talk, a lil dominance) other than that fluffy stuffs.
Fair warning this is basically pwp and I'm not ashamed because I am the biggest simp for my boy Ron 😍 I'll probably end up writing the 2nd part as I am a thirsty girl xoxox
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Dragging my feet up the stairs to the Gryffindor commons was like hell after a long morning in the dungeons for potions.
I had a free afternoon, one that was usually spent pestering Ron to indulge in a food adventure or a trip to the astronomy tower to get away from it all. There's nothing that I wouldn't do for my best friend. In the summer before my first year, Ron and I made a promise to always look out for each other, mainly because I was way too scared to roam Hogwarts on my own but also because He had already had the craziest first year he could've imagined. We have been inseparable since, There were never any secrets between us and to him I was an open book.
I knock on the door to the boy's dorm, hearing the giggles of the weasley boys coming from within, after a few moments a glazed eyed Ron opens the door, smile beaming at me from ear to ear. "How're we feeling this afternoon, Ronald?" I ask, the faint smell of we*d hitting my senses as I step into the room, "brilliant thanks, I'm glad you're here," he says, I take a seat on his bed, greeting the twins with a smile, "you boys wouldn't happen to be high at all, would you now?" I laugh, "As a kite, dear Y/N" George speaks, "and Georgie made some if his signature brownies, just for you" Fred adds, handing me a foil packet, which I gladly take.
Getting high with the boys was not too unusual, It's been a smell I'd familiarised myself with during my childhood spent at the Weasley home, at first it was Bill's doing, then the Twins, with Ron, Ginny and I following along soon after. I've been lucky to have a wizarding family like the Weasleys, with Molly taking pity on my mother and sister who were both muggles, offering to step in and handle the wizarding side of things with my father out of the picture - a gesture I could never repay.
Fred and George left Ron's dorm to head back to their own after hours of giggles, deciding to take a not so simple detour through the kitchens to satisfy their newfound hunger. This left Ron and I in the room alone, my fingers running through his soft hair as his head lay in my lap, "If you keep doing that, ill fall asleep..." He hums, causing me to laugh gently, pulling a little at the hairs at the back of his head. He watched my every move, dopey grin still all over his face.
"Bloody hell, I think I'm in love." Ron admits, I roll my eyes, "I know Krum's in the castle, Ronald but you're going to need to win him over with more than that." He sits up, looking at me with all seriousness, before shaking his head, "Not Krum... You. I'm in love with you, Y/N." I freeze for a second, shock is not the word I was looking for, perhaps confusion? Sure Ron was an attractive young lad and he was funny, funnier than the twins (not that I'd tell them that), he was charming, kind, strong, caring and by godric he was perfect, but in love with me? He was everything I needed, he was patient with me, he listened to every worry, he was there on my good days and bad days, yet here i am staring at his lips, wanting nothing more than for him to just kiss me. That was it.
I think I love him too, how blind have I been to not have seen this sooner. "Ron, I-" I smile grabbing his hand that had found its way to my cheek, leaning into his touch. "I love you." I breathe out, looking deep into his eyes.
I found out a lot of things about Ron that night; Number one - Ron is absolutely adorable when he's high.
Number two - Ron is literal putty in my hands as soon as I'm playing with his hair
Number three - Ron was in love with me, and I with him.
And finally, Number four - Ron is not the gentle lover I thought he would be, and I am weak the second he's whispering about all the dirty things he wants to do to me. He is a Rough lover, rougher than I expected.
He liked to take control, pinning me against the sheets, placing kisses to every piece of skin he laid his eyes on. "I can't wait to hear you moan for me, darling" he places a kiss to my forehead before resting his own against it letting go of my wrists to pull me up, hand pressed against the small of my back, "tell me if it's too much, we go as far as you want." I run my hands through his soft hair, pulling him in for a kiss, I could smell the cinnamon, a scent I'd associated with him, his kisses were powerful and spoke a thousand words to me, I pull away from his lips for a moment, trailing kisses to his ear, whispering gently to him. "I want you Ron, I need this, make me feel good..."
That was all it took to send him to overdrive, I fell in love there and then with the way his eyes darkened as we fumbled to undress each other, frantic and needy kisses being pressed against each other's skin. He pushed me back against the bed, kneeling between my thighs, as he hooks his fingers into my underewear, pulling them down my legs, a hunger in his eyes, "fuck, you're already so wet," he hums, "what is it you want first baby, my fingers or my tongue? hm? I don't hear my girl begging for anything, I may have to leave her here, untouched and needy. That sounds like fun..." I roll my eyes, big mistake, his hand grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him, "I don't expect attitude from you so early on." he warns "Beg." he almost growls, fingers ghosting over my thighs, "Use your words and tell me what you want." This side of Ron I'd never seen before and it was unlike anything I'd expect from him, but I need him. "I need your tongue baby, please Ron, I need you." that was all he needed, kisses trailed down my body to between my legs, "Good girl," he smirks, blowing gently on my clit, causing a shiver to run through my body, his tongue already on me before i could register what was going on. His tongue was skilled, licking and sucking at my already wet pussy, It was pure heaven. He pulled my clit between his teeth, sucking on it, which in turn caused me to attach my hands to his soft, gorgeous hair, keeping his lips pressed firmly against me "Don't stop, Ron, It feels so good!" I moan out, my fingers in his hair only egging him on further.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, kissing his way up my body. The sounds of laughing boys echo through the hall, growing closer and closer to the door. "for fuck's sake," he groans, reaching over to grab his wand quickly locking the door with a spell, before anyone walks in on us "colloportus!" he looks down at me with a smile, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he helps me back into my clothes. "I hope I wasn't being too much, I don't want to scare you off." I laugh, reaching up to smooth down his hair, making it less obvious that my hands had previously been tangled in his gorgeous locks. "Bloody hell, as if you couldn't get any sexier... I don't think you were doing nearly enough" I tease, He smirks, picking me up off the bed and carrying me to the door, "good, because I've hardly even started with you, Princess"
"Ron, mate if you don't open this door ill kill you myself, I'm bloody exhausted." Dean groans from the other side of the door, banging on it a little harder than he had been before "Room of requirement after dinner?" I suggest, he nods, placing me down to my feet, pressing a kiss to my lips to say goodbye, "I don't want to open the door because I'm not finished kissing you yet." I roll my eyes, grabbing my wand to unlock the door again, before swinging it open.
Seamus, Harry and Dean burst into the room, swinging their bags onto their beds, "If it was just Y/N in here I don't see why you had to lock the door," Dean whines, Harry scanning over Ron's face, to his hand which is still gently holding onto mine, "I think we may have been interrupting something here, guys" he speaks, crossing his arms looking between the two of us, cueing me to slip out of the room before there are any more questions "Shove off, Harry" Ron jokes, his eyes following my movements to the door, I poke my head back into the room, "Oi, make sure you save me one of George's brownies for after dinner, don't scoff them all!" I smile at the boys innocently, "I will do, Ba-Y/N" Ron quickly corrects himself, nobody catching onto his slip up, "Don't have too much fun without me!" I laugh, Ron responding quickly "I wouldn't dream of it."
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Sherlock x Mute!Reader •Part 7•
Metal crashed against metal as you yanked wildly at the handcuff around your wrist until you felt warm blood running down your ice-cold hand.
Silently sobbing you sank back on the bed. The sudden lack of noise made the dark room even scarier.
How have you ended here? What happened and why the hell can't you remember?!
These thoughts got stuck in your head, drove a rollercoaster, and made you feel sick.
Helpless you tried to remember what had happened, tried to puzzle everything together but the last thing you remember was going to bed alone in your flat.
Alone.
The word echoed in your head.
Something in the back of your mind told you that this wasn't right.
There was this feeling, this feeling of being watched. You had it right before you fell asleep.
Suddenly you remember that something was being pressed on your face. You couldn't breathe anymore and smelled something sweet. Panicking you had woken up and saw someone standing next to your bed. He was pressing you down and covered your mouth and nose with a piece of cloth.
It was Jonathan.
You screamed inside your head, wanted to punch yourself for your stupidity of trusting a man you barely knew instead of trusting Sherlock.
Your eyes darted to your left as a door was opened with a loud squeaking sound and bright blue light fell into the room.
A man was standing in the frame and threw a large shadow on the ground.
"Finally awake?", a deep voice asked with a sarcastic undertone and his heavy steps resounded through the room as he walked towards you.
"Oh, it was so easy to twist you around my little finger", he hummed as he tugged on his black curls, pulling down the wig from his head and revealing short blonde hair.
He chuckled as he saw the scared look on your face.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not gonna harm you.", Jonathan pulled a phone out of his pockets and stood there for a while, typing something, before he sat beside you on the bed and turned the camera on, holding the phone away so that you both were visible on the screen.
"As long as Sherlock does what I want."
"Let's play a game, Sherlock.", the man in the video said and grinned evilly.
Watson heard this sentence for at least the 20th time in a row now since Sherlock kept restarting the video which he received 10 minutes ago on his phone.
"Watching it over and over again won't get (y/n) back here.", Mycroft said, trying to bring his little brother back to his senses but Sherlock completely ignored him, restarting the video again.
Annoyed Watson stood up from his chair and snatched the phone out of Sherlock's hand: "That's enough now."
"I should've stayed with her.", Sherlock mumbled under his breath and ran his hands over his face, his black shirt stretched over his back and arms as every muscle in his body tensioned.
Suddenly he stood up and threw his hands in the air: "For god's sake I should've stayed with her!"
"It's not your fault.", Watson tried to calm him down, shook from his unusual behavior.
"Don't fool yourself, Watson, of course, it is! That lunatic is just kidnapping her because of me."
On Sherlock's phone popped up a message from an unknown number and Watson gave it back to Sherlock. He swiftly opened it, just to nearly drop it as he saw the content of the message.
It was a picture of you sitting on the bed, a blanket half over your shoulders and your right hand was laid over the left. It was dark but Sherlock still noticed the handcuffs and the bloody strains underneath them on your skin. Your hair was parted to both sides of your face and you had a smile on your face. A forced smile, your lips were curled up but your eyes showed fear.
The phone rang loudly and Watson jumped.
Sherlock answered the call with a cold expression.
"Such a pretty girl, don't you think?", the man on the other side chuckled darkly.
Sherlock's hand tightened around his cellphone: "Don't you dare to touch her.", his voice had a deadly sound and even Watson needed to gulp since he never heard him talk like this.
"Oh, I won't, what are you thinking of me? But you should hurry.", the man made a dramatic pause. "It's getting really cold in here."
He chuckled again before he hung up.
Slowly Sherlock lowered his hand with the phone and stared blankly out of the window.
Watson didn't dare to speak and waited for Sherlock to tell him what was up, but he stayed silent and the only noise was the beeping of the disconnected phone call.
Without a word, Sherlock turned around, threw his coat over and rushed with fast and heavy steps past Microft and Watson and down the stairs. Watson followed him to the street and just about made it into the cab in which Sherlock had hopped in.
"Where are we going?", Watson asked as the car started driving.
"The national gallery."
Your shaking ice-cold fingers were wrapped around each other, your knees were tugged under your chin and your arms were pressed at your body to keep the warmth inside.
Your teeth silently chattering was the only sound in the room, beside the rattles of your handcuffs around the bed frame sometimes when you shifted your weight.
Jonathan had left you alone hours ago, he said that he needed to prepare something for Sherlock and you were scared of what he had planned, scared of what he might do to him.
His evil laugh still echoed in your head and made you shiver more than the cold air around you.
"If you're ever scared, my love, then count to three and think of me, count to ten and think of a friend, count to a hundred and your fear will be tamed"
You remembered your mum saying this to you whenever you were scared after what had happened to you as a child. After you lost your voice.
Warm tears rolled over your cheeks as you counted to three and thought of her smile and laugh, her warm embrace and her soft voice.
More and more tears rolled down your cheeks and you began sobbing as you thought about Sherlock.
1
Thought about him taking care of you on the day you had burned your hand in the café.
2
Thought about this proud smile he had on his face when you kept the keys for the register.
3
You remembered the day when he got you out of the hospital to eat some chips together.
4
And then took a ride with you on the London Eye. You knew that he had watched you and had a smile on his face as he saw you being so amazed by the night view.
5
You thought about the days you had tried to ignore and allure him since he wouldn't talk to you about the case and ended up being followed by a slightly sad and jealous Sherlock. Now you were sure that he hadn't understood his own feelings at this time and probably was really confused why you made him feel like this.
You chuckled slightly. When you would get out of here alive you would try to seduce him even more, you loved the look on his face when he was too confused about his own feelings.
6
The picture of you sitting on Sherlock's lap, both of you sleeping, popped up in your mind.
This was the moment you got aware of that you really loved him. You never felt so safe and like home before, then in his arms.
The thought of this brought a warm feeling back and you noticed that you had stopped sobbing and shivering.
7
You remembered him entering the café after not having seen or heard from him for over three months and that smile that crawled on his face as he saw you.
8
He had pulled you in this tight hug instead of saying hello and made your heart melt.
9
A loud bang ripped you out of your thoughts and brought you back to the dark and cold reality.
You held your breath and listened to if there were any other noises but everything remained silent.
Just as you gave up on listening a bright light suddenly flooded the room and you had to cover your eyes, pressing your face into the stinky mattress.
Blinking you tried to get used to the lack of darkness and it took you some seconds to see the big tv on the opposite wall.
It showed Sherlock and Watson who just came running into a big white room with paintings on the walls and you immediately noticed that it was a room from the national gallery.
"Will you tell me now why we needed to go here?", Watson asked out of breath as he watched Sherlock examining every painting in the big room.
"The picture.", Sherlock just answered and walked into the next room. "He made her look like the Mona Lisa and where do we usually find paintings?"
"The national gallery", Watson sighted.
Suddenly Sherlock's phone rang and he hesitated for a second to pick up.

"Where's (y/n)?", he asked straight out.
"Oh Sherlock, I'm not gonna make it so easy for you. Don't you remember that I wanted to play a game?", the voice on the other side said with amusement.
Sherlock tried hard to keep a straight face: "I already solved your little puzzle to get here and I don't want to keep on playing."
A loud laugh suddenly echoed out of the speakers from every corner of the room and Watson whirled around.
"If you don't want to play the game then you won't be able to safe (y/n). Aren't you having fun? I thought you liked puzzles, Sherlock."
The voice filled the room with a dangerous atmosphere.
Sherlock remained silent, grinding his teeth.
"I see, good choice.", the voice chuckled. "You know, I'll give you something to think about: she's here, somewhere, and I already told you where."
Sherlock narrowed his eyebrows, he couldn't think of anything right now, the feeling of fear for you had crawled into him and wouldn't let go anymore.
He took a deep breath and placed his hands in a praying position to his lips.
His eyes darted fast over the paintings on the wall to find anything that would show him where you were captured.
But he couldn't find anything.
"There got to be something!", Sherlock muttered and ruffled his hand through his hair in frustration.
A chuckle echoed out of the speakers again: "Oh Sherlock, don't make it so hard for yourself. I said that I already told you where she is."
Sherlock stopped in his actions and his eyes widened.
"Stupid!", he suddenly scoffed. "My god, Watson, why didn't we notice that earlier?"
"What? What didn't we notice earlier? Sherlock!"; Watson shouted after Sherlock who already ran down the hall.
A swear escaped Watson as he chased after Sherlock's flapping coat...
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taeil — part of the my bloody valentine collection.
prompt. soulmates are connected by a red string.
synopsis. taeil thinks the whole system is bullshit. he needs to take matters into his own hands.
warnings. tread cautiously. swearing, mentions of death, blood, mentions of kidnapping, violence, turning a 'lil dubcon near the end, severe stockholm syndrome, manipulation
disclaimer. a friendly reminder that i do not, under any circumstance, condone or support any acts like this. this is not love and this is not how a normal relationship should be like. the things i write are all fiction and should be treated as such and if you don’t like it, please do not read it and waste your time hating on it. the 9 members of nct 127 do not act like this in real life and shouldn’t act like this in real life.
thank you to. sexeh sam @yukwonghei, cutie charlie @dundun-baby, and baby rina @greenish-taro for beta-reading!
since he was a kid, he’s fantasized about meeting his soulmate. creating scenario after scenario of how he’d meet ‘the one’ as he had cheesily addressed and had absolutely freaked when he finally saw the red string tied around his right wrist on his 20th birthday—courtesy of the soulmate rules of the universe, where one will finally be able to see the string tied around their body once they’ve come of age.
for years before he met that other soul who’s destined to be with him, taeil would stare at the red thread lying across the floor, disappearing under the gap of his door and out to the world unknown. he’d be so distracted, so aloof and in his own world as he anticipates the long-awaited day until his professor calls him out—“moon! do yourself a favor and stop daydreaming!”
until his friends snap him out of it—“thinking of them again? really?”
until his parents shake him out of his thoughts—“don’t worry, i bet they’ll love you!”
sometimes he just loved staring at the string, it was something so measly as a bunch of threads intricately woven together yet it held such a symbol in today’s world. call him lovesick or stupid but was it really wrong to feel excited? taeil’s even betting the person on the other side of this string is just as excited as he was, if not more.
in the man’s eyes, the strings are a symbol of something more than love—it symbolized the person the universe has created especially for him and no one else.
taeil can’t even imagine a world without these strings. how difficult it would be, to love and invest in someone who will only end up breaking your heart? no, the strings also meant reassurance.
assurance that he won’t get hurt.
an assurance of faithfulness.
he had only been a wide-eyed fresh grad looking for some place to intern when it happened. like a scene right out of a cheesy romance movie—he felt the persistent tugs of the string before finally meeting his soulmate. well, using the word meet to describe the whole ordeal is a huge stretch because it was more of a holy shit, is that my soulmate? rather than a hi, i'm your soulmate, taeil!
he merely saw the back of her poised figure but taeil’s heart felt like it wanted to explode, his emotions a mess and feeling everything to the extremes. nervous. scared. anxiety. happiness. excitement—it was all coming at him like bullets.
as taeil stared at her back, walking away, johnny kept shoving him forward, encouraging him to finally approach the person he’s been waiting for ever since that soulmate string appeared around his pinky.
but he couldn’t—not because he was so anxious he’d accidentally vomit the 4-cheese whopper he had for lunch but due to the line of people trailing behind his soulmate like a bunch of baby ducks to their mom. the thought of coming up to his soulmate and introducing himself in front of all those people?
romantic, maybe, but taeil doesn’t have the stomach to do that.
he remembers how much johnny had wolf whistled, unbelieving of the fact his friend managed to snag the possible heir to the company they’re attending an interview in as his soulmate.
“lucky little asshole,” johnny muttered.
taeil had been experiencing the post-effects of seeing his soulmate that he just weakly punched johnny’s arm for the heck of it. he probably didn’t even hear the name his younger friend had called him. taeil’s mind is clouding over, no thoughts in his head but the white polo shirt she wore, sleeves neatly rolled up, and the black pencil skirt hugging her legs and making her ass look so plump.
focus. he needs to focus on the interview right now or else he won’t even have the chance to work here and officially meet her. everything the interviewer asked passed through his head like paper planes in a classroom, shamelessly asking the woman sitting before him to repeat the question, too busy reveling about how their soulmate story would be the cliché office-love. not that taeil minds, he’d love going to work together—
two weeks later, johnny receives an email of acceptance. taeil doesn’t.
the man nearly threw his laptop away out of sheer disbelief and anger. okay, sure, maybe he could’ve done better in the interview but he graduated with latin honors in college! and from a prestigious college at that. he shouldn’t even be applying as a mere intern with the skill set he had yet he went with it because he’d always dreamed of working there.
and now knowing his soulmate is possibly someone who holds a high position in the company? everything just kept getting better and better for moon taeil.
except for that fucking email—pft, or lack thereof. how can they not accept him when he’s more capable than johnny, anyway? for fuck’s sake! taeil doesn’t even ask that guy for rent and he’s so thick-skinned that he stayed up to this day and freeloaded off taeil’s food and shelter.
the absolute unfairness of the situation makes taeil’s blood reach a fever point. he’s completely lossed it, leading him to spit “get the fuck out!” to the other male occupant in the apartment with eyes glaring and lips pulled into a nasty sneer.
johnny’s never seen taeil this upset before and decided that he’d be better off abiding by the older man’s wishes instead of contradicting it.
no. no. no. this can’t be happening. if taeil doesn’t work there, with her, all his sweet fantasies won’t come true and god forbid she ends up falling for another person in the company.
anyone would be naturally drawn to taeil’s soulmate. in his eyes, she’s a goddess in the flesh. taeil doesn’t even need to see her face, from the few seconds he saw a glimpse of her, her presence and allure in itself is already eye-catching. the way her low ponytail swished from side to side as she walked, her back straight and head held high.
taeil needs to see her again. maybe if she finds out he’s her soulmate she’ll put a good word in and he’ll get hired.
yeah. yeah, that’s a good plan.
“please get out of my office or i’ll call security.”
or not.
“no, wait. but i just said i’m your soulmate!” to further prove his point, he even raises up his pinky and sure enough the other end of the string is tied around hers. the incessant pull is there and if not for her sharp cold eyes anchoring him to the ground, taeil would’ve long been soaring high in cloud nine.
“and i said i don’t care,” she snaps just as her fingers sneakily pressed a button in her phone. “i have a fiancé. the whole soulmate bullshit doesn’t apply to rich people. so for the fucking last time, get out of my office.”
“but—”
the double doors of the vice president’s office bounces off the walls when two burly guards barge in. dressed in a white long sleeves and those heavy tinted shades of glasses that taeil hates. the two men waste no time in hooking their arms underneath the smaller, frail man as he thrashes against their arms.
“how can you not care about your soulmate?!” taeil can feel the beginning licks of the flames eating up his whole world as everything comes crashing down before his very eyes. “i’ve been—i’ve been waiting my whole life for you and this is how you treat me?!”
he doesn’t know what hurts more, the scratch in his throat as he screamed with all his might or the stoic look written on her face as the guards haul him away.
when johnny heard the news he’d never felt so sorry for his friend. rumors that initially circulated only between the executive board members had spread and trickled down to the common folk on the lower levels. johnny making it a mission to find out, had extracted himself from his usual cheery and extroverted self to blend in with the background. taeil has yet to talk to him after he got kicked out, so asking his friend—or ex-friend?—about what happened is out of the question.
but like any other breed of rumor, the tale of their vice president’s soulmate barging in her office is ever changing through each mouth that tells the story. johnny doesn't know what to believe in. he’s been trying to put off a meeting with the older man ever since he started crashing in taeyong’s apartment instead. not that taeil himself even tried reaching out to johnny, anyway.
so why should he, when he doesn’t even know what he did wrong?
but there’s a nagging voice at the back of johnny’s head. his conscience isn’t too loud but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s there and it doesn’t need excessive volumes to be heard. all it takes is a second of distraction from the paperwork he does, attention straying from the task at hand, and his body will automatically be wracked with guilt.
knowing how much taeil had waited for his soulmate to come to his life, knowing how taeil can readily give everything up for his soulmate without even meeting them yet… and now knowing taeil just got the worst ever rejection in his entire life?
johnny can’t possibly imagine the pain he’s going through. is he really going to choose now out of all times to be petty because taeil kicked him out when he didn’t even bother asking johnny for anything in return during his stay in the apartment?
so when taeil finally contacted him, the sketchyness of what he had asked for flew right over johnny’s head. rational thoughts flying out the window because taeil needs him, he should his friend after everything taeil did for him—
“hey, uhm… i need insider’s information, can you do that for me?”
you shook your head at the long story johnny told you. tuffs of your hair have escaped the intricate pigtails taeil has put your hair up in earlier before he left for work. he’s always hated having your hair messy, but at the moment you couldn’t find yourself to care.
“i wouldn’t put it past taeil’s original soulmate…” you think aloud, mouth speaking before you can stop yourself as you stare disdainfully at the dulled string wrapped around your pinky—it lost its divine red glow after your captor had cut it off on the same day he whisked you away.
ironic, how easy it was to destroy something so important.
you backtracked, realizing the gravity of what you said before looking up at your captor’s friend. johnny doesn’t look all too impressed and he sighs at the pleading look in your eyes. please, don’t tell him.
“i guess you’re somewhat right…” he gives in, coursing his fingers through his hair. “taeil had been… very passionate on finding his soulmate. but i mean, come on, why’d you even marry someone who isn’t your soulmate? i don’t blame taeil for doing what he did to them.”
johnny ignores the way your breath hitches and your body halts all movement. “what—what did he do?”
“paid them a ‘lil visit after gathering enough resources from someone on the inside,” his face stoic, voice monotone. johnny doesn’t like talking about this one. “he studied their schedules, where they live, where they work, how they get to work, what time they sleep, what time they wake. then just one day…”
he drags a finger across his neck.
“oh.”
pathetically, it was all you can say. why did you even bother to ask, anyway? if taeil had been willing to exert force just to keep you in line, then he has the stomach for whatever gruesome deaths he subjected his soulmate and her fiancé to.
you nibble on your lip as you stare at the knot of thread lying on the floor. you don’t see the need to wear the collar wrapped around your neck when that knot is good enough a reminder that you’re now bound to taeil. that he’s fucked around with your destiny and decided he’ll have you out of all people.
its hard to believe taeil once almost worshipped the soulmate bonds, not when all he’s ever done is look at it like it's the bane of his existence and calling it a curse to humanity.
“do you know that you’re—”
“that i’m the 5th? yeah, i know. i saw all the knots on his string.” you defeatedly say, a vivid image of the knots spaced across his string like tophies. “taeil doesn’t like me staring at them, though.”
and you yourself didn’t like staring at them. you never thought something so small and insignificant can mean something so sinister. the knots on his string acting like a body counter. will he get sick of you one day and you’ll just be another knot on his string?
“you’re nothing like his soulmate—i’m not insulting you or anything, i’m just saying the truth. the past girls all had at least something in common with her but you… nothing. not even your hair shines like hers, and that’s even after taeil has taken good care of you.”
this doesn’t soothe you in any sense and before you can open your mouth to retort, the familiar beeping of the code getting punched into the keypad cuts you off.
taeil stood in the entrance as he shrugged off his coat, his polo crinkled at some areas and pieces of his hair had escaped that slicked back hairstyle.
“you’re home early…”
your blood runs cold when he doesn’t even offer you a glance, skipping you out and immediately addressing johnny. “i thought i told you to go home already after delivering the food.”
you admire the way johnny’s eyes roll. must be nice not to be so fucking terrified of the man. “yeah, but your current sweetheart here was lonely and practically begged me to stay.”
the sting of betrayal never grows familiar.
“i never said anything—”
“you did, have you forgotten already?” you hate the show of lust clouding in johnny’s eyes as he stares you down. this can’t be happening right now. “have you forgotten how you even came unto me? whined like a bitch about how taeil doesn’t even fuck you hard enough and you had to fake orgasms all the time?”
“that’s not true!” your frustration manifests as tears. they sting your eyes as you look at taeil. “i never said anything—”
but you pale when you realize they’re not even listening to you, the two guys fist bumping in the foyer and exchanging a few words like “thanks for telling me,” and “no problem, bro,” were heard before taeil is heatedly storming up to you.
you feel numb as you look over taeil’s shoulder at the little smirk johnny shoots at you. have fun, he mouths mockingly and then he’s out the door, extracting himself from the mess he created.
when taeil wordlessly drags you across the hallway, you thought he’ll make a right turn and into the bedroom but imagine your surprise when he pulls you instead towards the bathroom. he wastes no time throwing you against the cold hard tiles as he tells you only one thing.
“strip.”
“taeil…”
“you don’t want to be replaced.” it doesn’t take a genius to know taeil had hit the nail on the head. all your movements come to a halt, looking up at him with an unreadable look in your face. “that’s your fear, isn’t it? that if you die, if i kill you, i can just look for another girl and you’d be forgotten at the snap of a finger. i’m right, aren’t i?”
you gulp, his words stinging even if he didn’t mean for it to sting. or maybe he did. taeil takes a step closer to you, studying your appearance as he brings a hand up to caress your tear-stained face.
spots in your clothes are wet due to the splashes of water on the tiles, and the clips in your hair that once looked neat and perfect are now hanging in disarray, falling off in some places.
“i’m sorry,” you sob. “i’m sorry, john—johnny’s lying. you—you have to—to believe me. please don’t replace me… i’ll be good, i promise…”
truly, there’s no better motivator than fear. and there’s no better way to mess with someone’s head than using their weakness against them.
“you say you’ll be good but i tell you to strip and you couldn’t even do that?”
taeil could never imagine replacing you. he finds it stupid, whatever that brought in this fear of yours, but it doesn’t mean he won’t be extracting every little bit he can get out of this.
he can only stare in awe when you start wiggling your way out of your pretty pink clothes, eyes drinking every bit of your skin slowly being exposed to him as he reaches behind you to open the running water, slowly filling the bathtub.
“get in,” he instructs and you waste no time.
as he sheds his own clothes, he can practically feel the want radiating off you. he knew johnny’s lying, but he humored his friend still. there’s no way you can fake the noises you always make. plus, taeil has seen one too many times the cum dribbling out of your cunt after he’s fucked you into oblivion. he scoffs. harder? then he’ll be breaking you in half already.
taeil swats your hand away as it reaches for his cock and he hopes you don’t notice it twitching before you when you let out a cute whine.
“you want it?”
you nod urgently, salavitating at the thought. taeil was more of a giver to his partners, it’s rare for him to take his pleasure first but you’re far from complaining.
“oh, i don’t know…” he pouts, fisting himself in front of you before giving it a few testing pumps. he swallows the hiss threatening to spill from his lips, chuckling instead at the intense look in your eyes as it follows his hand movements.
you were by far the most compliant girl he’s ever had, someone who’d rather stay than escape. his methods of forcing someone into submission worked extremely well with you. so really, how can he let go of his glorified little pet?
“you’re not lying to me, aren’t you? i got hurt, you know, with what johnny said… i guess i was doing something wrong.”
“no!” your reply is immediate. “no, that’s not true—”
hands wrap around your throat like a vice. “how about you prove it to me, love? tell me everything i want to hear.”
now, this is easy. you’ve practically memorized everything you need to tell him to boost his ego. it doesn’t even take much of an effort.
“i love your cock so much that my body hurts. it hits all the right places inside of me and i will never even dream of wanting another man because they won’t be able to fuck me like you do.”
you feel giddy when he smiles that satisfied smile, your toes curling in anticipation as he leans in to give his obedient darling a kiss—
until he shoves your face down the water.
it doesn’t take much effort to wrestle your limbs down and insert himself into you, groaning at the feeling of your lush and moist walls sucking him in. you’re always so damn wet when he fucks you, oh how much he loves it. loves how tighter your cunt wraps around him as you squirm and fight him to get to the surface of the half-filled tub.
it was only after a few deep thrusts did he relent and pull you up, the few hair clips in your hair floating in the water around as you gasp greedy amounts of air. one look at taeil’s face pulled in ecstasy is enough for you to know it was well worth it.
maybe being rejected by his soulmate was a blessing in disguise. maybe the disobedience of every girl he took before you had been deliberately well-planned. or else he’d never would’ve met you.
taeil was right. all the soulmate and soulmark shit is utterly useless and stupid. because you are by no means his soulmate, but fuck he’ll never let you go.
not when your destiny is to lay there underneath him, taking whatever it is that he gave you like a good little whore.
#yandere nct#nct imagines#nct scenarios#yandere taeil#yandere nct 127#taeil imagines#taeil scenarios#taeil smut
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hello !! can i request some hcs or one-shot for kageyama (or any character you want ) with a foreigner (canadian maybe ? i'm from canada !) bf ? i love your work, thank youuu !!!! •//v//•
Summary: Transfer student L/N Y/N meets Karasuno volleyball team through tutoring and Yachi
Pairing: N/A
Format: Heacanons
Warnings: None
Notes: I decided to do just Karasuno in general because I was struggling slightly with this (I have no idea why I struggled so much). I’m not the proudest of this but I hope you like it. Also, the language thing may not apply to everyone because I’m going based off my own experiences with learning Spanish and being around those who either don’t know English or know very little.
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You had just moved to Japan and even though you had been studying Japanese since your parents said you guys were having to move there; you struggled to talk to people.
The teachers were nice to you about it, understood how Japanese was one of the hardest languages for native English speakers to learn, and tried to find you a tutor.
Yachi appeared in your life like a ray of sunshine because she was one of the few at Karasuno that was pretty good with English, but she was so shy and anxious that it was hard to talk to her at first.
She’s tutoring you every other day and then she becomes the manager for the volleyball club and switched to only studying on the weekends.
That’s when you meet Kageyama and Hinata, who are struggling in English and Japanese kind of like you are (except you’re really good in English).
You join the study group easily, you and Hinata help each other with Japanese and English while Kageyama is writing down the answers you’re giving them.
When the study session is over, Yachi makes the comment that you didn’t stop to ask what someone had said once, which meant you were getting better with Japanese.
“Of course, I am. I have the best tutor ever,” you said as he ruffled her hair and she gets all flustered at the contact.
Then she says she may not be able to tutor you anymore because of becoming the team manager and you start begging because she was the only first year that understood English good enough to talk to you.
“You could always convince Kageyama and Hinata to study with you, even though they may struggle to talk with you sometimes.”
It’s an idea that you don’t explore until you start really struggling with your summer homework.
You call Yachi, desperate for help and you can hear her sigh on the other line before she agrees.
Kageyama and Hinata are there too and they are telling you how smart you are because you’re so good at English.
“I was born in Canada. English is my first language.”
The look on their faces and Hinata is then amazed at your Japanese while Kageyama just stares at you in awe.
“What’s volleyball like in English?” Kageyama asked and you laugh a little.
“I’ve actually never actually seen a volleyball match and only girls played it at my school,” you said and both Hinata and Kageyama just can’t believe it.
Instead of studying, you’re being bombarded with reasons why you should either watch a game or join the team. Yachi is trying to calm them down.
“Hey, he could be busy! Stop harassing him!” Yachi exclaims and is throwing her hands around all over the place.
“Don’t worry, Yachi. It’s kind of adorable,” you said and neither of the freak duo understood what you just said because it was in English (which was on purpose).
One day after studying, Kageyama asks to speak to you and you are kind of excited but not because your Japanese isn’t the best outside of study sessions.
You blame your parents for only speaking English at home for the reason of struggling with Japanese when at school and attempting to make friends.
“L/N-san, you should come to one our practices,” Kageyama said and you just stare at him because it was unexpected.
“I can try, I just know nothing about volleyball.”
“I will teach you everything you need to know about volleyball,” Kageyama said and you just nod because you’re pretty sure it doesn’t matter if you said yes or no at this point.
You go to one of their practices after they get to move on to the November tournament and it’s kind of stressful in a way. You��re impressed though.
You somehow get roped into going to practices nearly everyday with the promise of tutoring afterwards.
“Do you remember what that was called?” Kageyama asked and you just nod even though you kind of can but can’t say it aloud.
It’s like all those moments when you know what you want to say but you just can’t verbalize it. This time it’s literally just the word ‘receive’
“Kageyama, stop harassing Y/N and get back to practicing,” Sugawara said and of course, Tobio listens.
You’re about to go over to Yachi when Suga stops you and you just look at him kind of scared and confused.
“I’m sorry about Kageyama. You don’t have to come to practices for him though, no one will be upset.”
You would definitely stop going if you weren’t learning more slang Japanese from Tanaka and Noya or having Tsukishima correct you in a way kinder than you expected.
“It’s actually pretty cool watching you guys play,” you said with a smile and Suga chuckled before he walked off.
Noya suggests you become a manager because “you come to practice every day anyways.”
“He may not be comfortable with that because everyone we go against only speaks Japanese,” Tsukishima said nonchalantly. “Also, he probably doesn’t want to deal with your screaming.”
Tsukishima is right about being hesitant to join due to maybe not knowing enough Japanese to understand what’s going on all the time You were pretty sure that you’d know what was going on at least 75% of the time.
“Y/N! You came to practice again?” Kiyoko asked and you nodded, trying to figure out what you wanted to say.
“I really like the team.” There was more you wanted to say and you were getting nervous. “I don’t know some words in Japanese.”
“Oh, maybe try to explain them? I’ll try to help.”
Kiyoko is a literal angel.
“You and Yachi.”
“Managers?” She asked with a weird look and you nodded.
“Manager is what I want to be.”
That was such a choppy sentence and you want to die from embarrassment. You want to tell her that you really are better with words.
“You want to join the team?” She asked and that was what you were trying to say but your brain wasn’t processing.
“Yes, that!”
Takeda doesn’t necessarily try to talk you out of it but tries to make you aware.
He explains how everyone around you may speak Japanese you understand and you can’t always ask what they mean, which you knew. You didn’t grocery shop alone when you first got to Japan for that reason.
He also explains how late in the season it is to join, but you could if you really wanted to.
“You obviously know the best option for you and I can’t stop you from making that.”
Everyone on the team pretty happy you joined and Tanaka and Noya make sure to make a big deal out of the fact they’ll help you whenever you get confused.
Ennoshita then makes the comment that they would have to actually good at formal Japanese and English to really be of help, which deflates the two starters.
Surprisingly, enough Tsukishima is one that helps you most because he can tell when you’re trying to figure something out when others can’t.
Tanaka screams out “maji de” and looks frustrated, so you know he’s upset but you don’t know what to say to help if you don’t really know what he said.
“He said ‘seriously’ aka majime,” Tsukishima said as he took a drink out of his water bottle. “He’s pissed about something; I didn’t see what.”
You had never heard Tsukishima speak English until then and Hinata had once said he was a terrible tutor, but you’d disagree.
“Sorry, I won’t be at practice today I have to go to the doctor,” you said and Hinata got all wide eyed, even though everyone went to the doctor constantly in Japan.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I just have to go for the.” The words were there and you knew them because your mom had told you them yesterday but what were they again?
“He’s going for his yearly checkup.”
Tsukishima saves the day again when Hinata would have probably just stared at you.
Yachi helps you understand the rules to the game better than if you would have tried to research it yourself and she even helps you make a notebook of the English terms (you had to look some of them up or ask your parents) to Japanese, which made it easier for you to learn.
#haikyuu x male reader#male reader#maler reader insert#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x reader hc#haikyuu headcanons
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Unexpected Places (Pt. 11 of 11)
Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader
Word count: 2 K
Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.
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{Vikings Masterlist}
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Walking slow, you keep up the pace of a heavily pregnant Aslaug. The news of the child on its way came on the last day of the feast for your wedding and it was well-received by everyone. The snow falling gives Kattegat an amazing look, with everything painted white. The ocean is starting to freeze, but there are still boats coming and going, doing the last trades by sea before the ice keeps them away, having to endure the walk instead of sailing here.
Heading to the main hall, you stop when Aslaug stops, a hand on her swollen belly. “Everything alright?”
“Yes. I just need to lie down for a while.” She answers, setting in motion again. “Ragnar sons are always–” She's cut short once you enter the hall, the high number of people gathered around getting both your attentions. “Did something happen?” She asks, raising her voice. Ragnar comes to stand beside her, very protective ever since he found about the pregnancy.
You make your way to where Ivar is, seated on Ragnar's throne. “What's going on?” You ask him. “Bad news?”
“Boats were seen sailing this way.” He answers, gesturing, and dismissing the men. “With your brother's flag.”
“What the hell does Aethelwulf want?” Shrugging your shoulders, you stand beside Ivar, who takes your hand and places a kiss on it.
“Ask father.” He says, clearly annoyed.
Raising an eyebrow, you look at Ragnar. “Last raid I might have left implied that you were here on Kattegat, so... I think they came to take you back.”
“Why would you do that?” You inquire, hands on your hips.
“They were really pissing me off.” Ragnar justifies, and you roll your eyes.
“Are they coming for war?”
“No,” Bjorn says, entering the hall and dusting off his clothes from the snow. “I don't think they're planning on battle us, on our ground, with such few people.”
“Good. It means I can just tell them I don't wanna go and they'll leave.” Sighing, you look at Ivar. “And here I was planning on asking you to take me on the next raid.” You complain to Ivar, shooting Ragnar an angry glance. “England came to me.”
“Missing home?”
“Are you seriously asking me if I want to sail for weeks, stay on a camp in the woods for the entire summer for any other reason than to staying with you?” Faking an annoyed tone, you raise an eyebrow at Ivar.
Giggling, he bites his lip, nodding his head. “My mistake, princess.” Winking, he turns his attention back to his father. “Let's do what we have to do and get this tiny problem out of our lives so I can enjoy winter with my wife.”
“Speaking of enjoying the winter, I'll fix myself a warm bath and I hope you to join me.” With that, you turn around and head inside, ignoring the low chattering your words caused.
The word got out, you think, about Ivar being able to perform sexually. But since you were the first one to know, you don't mind the gossip.
The girls don't take much time to get everything ready, and you let them help you undress before you step into the tub. You always use Ivar's tub now, since you just moved into his bedroom after the wedding. As if you weren't sleeping here before. A few moments later you hear Ivar coming inside, taking off his clothes before joining you, making the hot water spill off when he moves inside, settling down next to you.
“You're so beautiful.” He whispers, immediately pulling you into a kiss, and you can't help but smile as you cave in, running a hand through his chest.
“Thank you, handsome.” You mutter when you pull away to breathe, biting your lip.
“Won't you even consider it?” You don't follow, so you pinch your eyebrows together, looking at your husband.
“Consider what?”
“Going back home.” There's fear in his voice, and that's a sentiment he only shows to you.
Ever since the announcement, Ivar has been listening to some rude things. People are mean, some of them at least. They say you'll leave him, trade him for a full man. That you'll get tired of him soon enough. You've been into awful arguments with some people about it, and Ivar have nearly killed a man a few weeks ago. With time, these comments are fading away, but it always gets to him. And when it happens, it's your mission to reassure him your love hasn't changed, it has only gotten bigger.
“I am home.” Caressing his cheek, you smile. “This is where I belong.” Your voice fades when you remember you have something to tell Ivar. It's been a while since you've been feeling odd, and your period is very late. “Actually, I need to talk to you about something.”
He furrows his eyebrows, a question on his face. “What is it?”
You know he wants kids, you've always knew. And you've been waiting until you're sure. And you're kinda sure at this point. “Ivar, I... I may be with child.” Speaking low, barely a whisper, you focus on his expression, trying to read it.
But you don't need too much. Ivar's lips break into a smile, and he kisses you deeply, until you're out of breath. “I'll be a father.” He says when you pull away.
“Yes, you will. And if it depends on me, you'll have a bunch of children, my love.” You can't wait to tell everyone, to let them know Ivar can do what they all doubted.
“I love you, (Y/N). More than everything.”
“We need to talk names now.” Giggling, you caress his face. “Everyone will have a suggestion.”
“We'll have to do it later.”
“Later? Why? Are you planning on doing anything now?” Smirking, you don't need any other answer than the kiss he gives you, and suddenly all the rest is put aside for a moment.
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Hours later, when the sun is about to set, you're at the docks, watching as the two boats approach. A great number of people came too, of course, to see how it'll play out. There are soldiers, ready to fight if that's the case, but if it depends on you, it won't come to that. It doesn't look like they're here for war.
It gets your attention when one of the men, standing on the edge of the ship, recognizes you. He raises his eyebrows, but you don't show any expression. Slowly, he and a few men step out of the boat, eyes scanning through the Vikings, ready to defend themselves and their leader. That's when you recognize the man, Sir Wilfred, one of your father's man, now working for your older brother. He was kind to you, so you don't have your walls all the way up.
“Princess (Y/N).” He greets you with a small smile, taking your hand and placing a kiss on it. “It's a true blessing to find you alive and... Well.”
“It's good to see you too, Sir. Hope you made a safe trip here. But may I ask why did you and such a small army bothered to sail all the way to Kattegat?” Cutting straight to the point, you offer him a small smile. Ivar, who stands beside you, gets a worried stare from Wilfred, and you can feel his anger emanating.
“King Aethelwulf, your brother, sent us. After Ragnar Lothbrok told him you were here, brought by your own will, he decided to give you a chance to reconquer your old life, as a princess, by his side.” There's more than he's saying because you know your brother. It doesn't sound like something he would say. Aethelwulf wants you back because he can't even begin to imagine who would want to stay here. And he's ego demands him to try and get you back, so he can present you to his court, telling them how you came back to your senses and abandoned the barbarians.
“Tell my brother I have no intention of leaving Kattegat.” You begin, getting a weird expression from Wilfred, and some of his men start gossiping with each other. “I made myself a home here, among the Vikings. I even married one.” Gesturing at Ivar, you have to bite back the laugh that threatens to emerge at the surprise on Wilfred's face. “This is Ivar the Boneless, my husband and the father of the child I'm carrying. And I believe you know him very well Sir.”
“My princess, I don't understand–”
“I'm thankful for this... Rescue party you brought with you across the ocean, but I don't need to be rescued.” Cutting him off, you step back a little, gesturing at the people who stand behind you. “This is my place now, my people. My house, my King and Queen, my husband and friends. I'm not being held against my will. In fact, I didn't come against my will.” You raise your voice, so all of his men will listen, so the truth can find a way to your brother's ears. “With the same people you call soulless, barbarians, monsters, I found great happiness, something that I never had back in England. And I apologize if you had to endure such a journey for nothing, but I won't be going with you. And, just in case you were ordered to take me by force, I must advise you not to try it. Because you will lose.”
“My princess, those aren't the orders,” Winfred speaks again, clearly uncomfortable. “King Aethelwulf commands that, if you are indeed here by your own will, and refuses to return home, he will tell your people you died, and never again you'll find refuge in his kingdom.
Laughing a little, you shrug your shoulders. “So be it.” You simply say, looking at Ivar, who has a smile on his lips. “I'm not going anywhere.” You tell most to your husband than to anyone else. “It was good to see you one last time, Sir Wilfred.” But now I must ask you and your men to sail away from Kattegat. Your presence here isn't welcome.”
“I wouldn't stay even if you invited me, Prin... (Y/N).” He quickly corrects himself, and the change of humor makes you giggle.
“I wasn't planning on inviting you, Sir. Have a safe trip back to England.” Nodding at him, you turn around, walking away with Ivar next to you. Everyone steps out of your way, and you notice how some of Ragnar's men take a position to follow the Saxons back to their ship and until they're far enough from the town.
The commotion soon stays behind as you make your way back home, the wind, which gets colder by the day, messing with your hair.
“I love both of you,” Ivar says, out of nowhere, making you stop on your tracks by the main hall's entrance.
“What's that now?” Squinting your eyes, you stare at him, a chuckle caught in your throat.
“You make me happy. Like I never thought I'd be.” He comes closer, a hand on your belly. “This child is the very image of what we feel. And I never thought I'd ever love someone this much. Or that someone would love me even though–”
“Well, I love you. Just the way you are.” Your heart warms up at his smile, genuine and kind. “Now, let's get inside. It's getting cold.” Taking his hand, you pull him inside.
Many things are on the way now. The child, the raids, on which you do want to go every once in a while. The road is long and full of surprises, but you're willing to enjoy every step of the way. You never thought this would be how your life turned out, but as crazy as it is, it's good. It's the proof that love and happiness can be found in the most unexpected places, and you found both those things in a town across the world, with people who live in a completely different culture, in very different ways. But you would do it all over again, and now that you're here, you'll never take things for granted. You'll never trade this for anything else, not even for the throne of Wessex. This is far more valuable than all the crowns of the world.
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It was the start of an long overdue extended weekend, and I was going to thoroughly enjoy some one on one time with the wife!
Unfortunately, she had a days worth of work to tend to...so she sent me on ahead. Give me time to stock the getaway kitchen for our time and save her the running around on 'vaca'!
Upon check-in, the host informed me that everything had been stocked as ordered and that the bungalow was ready..."please enjoy your stay". Hmm, maybe she called ahead and had everything delivered...easy peasy!
On my way out, I received a message from my Mistress...
"Don't think the rules have changed because you're on vacation!"
Mistress has had me orgasm free now for almost a month. I manage just fine to hold off with the wife, but she tortures me (like it's so horrible...lol) endlessly when I don't give her my cum!
"I have 6 days here, only 1 alone. I have no intention of self release!! May I have permission to release with her?"
"NO! I knew you would ask. That's why I took careful measures to be sure."
My cock immediately began raging in my shorts! Straining helplessly against the cage, with an almost constant dripping of pre cum. "Whatever did she mean, 'careful measures'?"
As soon as I got into the bungalow I knew...she was here. Now my raging hard on began to simply and intensely throb!! Rounding the corner to the living space, I was greeted boldly by
❤️🔥 which nearly induced an involuntary release!
"Were you planning on self pleasure sessions before your wife arrives? "
"N... no! She caged me before I left home."
"Poor baby! Show me, now!"
"Yes Mistress."
"She didn't even lock it! Well now, this changes my plan. I'm going to make you regret your denial fantasies! I'll have you in a pool of your own dripping pre cum and tears before I let you sleep tonight! First, let me 'click' this in place. Now, gather yourself up and meet me out front, we need a good lunch before I make you question everything you've ever told me about your dirty little habits and fantasies!"
"No, I don't care who hears the conversation! Tell me all about how bad you want to jerk your cock right now. How, if you weren't locked in that cage you would stroke yourself the whole meal in hopes that I would let you cum! Could you shoot all the way to my thighs? Would you cover my feet?
Except...
"Nnnnnggghhhhhh!!!" She has her tempo perfect!
"Yes Mistress! If I were free I would be definitely be stroking! And if allowed I would try my best to get your thighs, with your toes rubbing my balls your feet would be positively dripping from my constant leaking."
I hadn't even heard my phone, I was so entranced in telling my filthy secrets!
"Is that your wife? "
"Huh? Oh my phone. No, an old friend from school. Had a thing for a while."
"Oh!? Is this something we need to devote some time to? What did she say?
"She wants to know who I'm with, since you're not my wife. And she sent this...
"So, she's here? Maybe we should invite her over for the fun! Go ahead! Tell her you're caged, but we would love her to come over and tell me all about your time together! Is she coming? She should sit next to me, you can soak her feet too. We can both tease your cock while we talk about what a filthy pervert you are! In fact, I'm going to invite her back with us for the night!"
"For the night? My wife will be here in the morning! She might understand you being with me, but not her too!"
"Don't you worry your drippy little head love! She'll be gone before your better half gets into town, and that won't likely be till after lunch anyway. 😉 Now, let's get this party back to your own private little hell!
As soon as we hit the door they had me strip in the middle of the room, there were 2 other ladies setting up what I can barely describe as a milking chair!
Which I would seeming endure long into the night! I was fitted with a faux, strap on cock, notably larger than myself. Then there was discussion of who wanted to ride first!
The 'ex' spoke up "you ladies enjoy that ride, I plan to start by riding his face, I've always loved that tongue of his!"
One of Mistresses helpers promptly removed my cage..."this thing is very close to the fake one Miss, numbing cream everywhere?
"Yes dear, the whole thing! We're going to ruin him tonight, over and over, hour after hour of devine pleasure with absolutely ZERO chance of cumming! I told you, you would be a pile of tearful doubt over your denial fantasies!"
Mistress say quietly by and watched as I was used, like a toy! The 'ex' gleefully smiling down on me as she slipped her sweet pussy over my tongue. The other girls bouncing aimlessly on the faux cock strapped to my hips. Taking turns stroking my numbed cock vigorously, mocking me! "Cum on! Cum on me while she rides your fake cock! Don't you want to cum!?"
After ex's 2nd orgasm soaking my cheeks, she clamored off my chin and told the girls..."I have an idea that will drive him to the edge, then we can switch around and keep him there"
She settled one girl squarely above the faux cock, and forced eye contact as she held tightly to it while she slowly slid down my numbed cock! The other girl promptly jumped up and onto the faux, completely blocking all view I had of myself receiving any pleasure!
2 beautiful women riding my hips, ex disappeared between my thighs and dynamically applied the pressure... licking, sucking and massaging my balls. My pleasurable senses went from a rock hard, numbed 3.5 to a boiling hit 9.9 in the flick of a tongue!
Fight as I could, no way could I get over that edge! I was, in fact, a tearful and blubbering mess...
Mistress was right! I was indeed begging for rest! She just laughed and shrugged her shoulders, gleefully giggling "not a fucking chance! This is where we really start to have fun now! Everybody off the ride."
I could barely hear them talking, merely more than a whisper. Then Mistress said to ex "those are our plans, you can stay and play if you're into it." To which ex replied "follow my lead"
When they reappeared, her girls were both wearing strap on cocks!
"What the f....." Ex covered my mouth and calmly said "here's a little rest, maybe. You were always curious about just how dirty a slut I could be, now you're gonna see!
Ex proceeded to straddle one girls faux cock while the other moved in behind her. While I watched Mistresses ladies defile ex in a manner I often dreamed of being (a more involved) part of, Mistress began rub ice cubes around the base of my cock! Then she stuffed my frozen and still throbbing cock into a smaller cage! Once back in a cage, ex swallowed the faux on my hips in one smooth motion! I could feel the heat of pre cum again, with every trip down my fake cock her chin hit the cage causing fresh drops. After what looked like a bone chilling orgasmic quake Ex pulled up and straddled my fake cock laying back across my chest while one girl pushed into her, the both of them banging around the cage. The other girl...well, I guess Mistress had watched long enough as she stepped calmly over my face for me to watch her associate fill her sweet pussy with another fake of my cock! Mistress seemed very pleased with my tongue mixed in, I don't recall the number of times she came, but I do recall the taste!
The last thing I remember is all 4 of them in front of me chanting, in fact taunting me to cum while taking turns with each other...
5 more days of vacation!
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my school works are piled up this past few weeks (graduating tingz) and i just started reading the deadlock novel it feels like i'm reading a sokkla fic every time Mcashe has a scene because they just give off the vibes skskskskksksks. BTW, what's your top5 fav scenes from the novel? PS: I'm smiling like an idiot while reading the novel ughh i hate myself
I KNOW, RIIIIIGHT?! *-* and don't hate yourself, my anon friend, I spent the whole novel smiling and laughing and losing my goddamn mind because I was having the time of my life xD enjoy this beautiful content as best you can!
I mean, frankly, Reunion already had all the Sokkla vibes I could've wanted/needed to ship these two like FedEx and I always knew I wasn't getting off this ride anytime soon. But gosh, this book... it gave me everything I wanted and MORE! Their dynamics are soooo similar to Sokkla team-up dynamics, two power couples kicking ass and taking names... oh, I just love it so much. I probably will end up reading the book a third time soon x'D
As for my favorite scenes, damn, this is tricky xD
KEYCHAIN! HE MADE HER KEYCHAIN!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! God, it's just amazing how the book explains the "vintage" look for Ashe's hoverbike the way it does, and that they literally built it together *screams!!!*, but then he gives her that keychain for her birthday present, and the implications!! THE IMPLICATIONS!!! He gave her a keychain she's held onto for TWENTY YEARS?!?!?! Ships in the OW fandom have sailed far and wide with less than breadcrumbs: we literally have been granted a boon from the GODS with all this extra context for the little things in Reunion xD
Ashe going to hell and back to save her kidnapped BFF-for-whom-she-totally-doesn't-have-feelings-yeah-yeah-sure-Jan. I love the fact that McCree is, in a way, Ashe's damsel in distress and not the other way around xD Of course, it's what you'd expect from an Ashe-centric story, but it's still an amazing sequence, all around. Gotta highlight how she loves the way he smiles like a madman when they have that shootout at the end, and how he worries so much over Ashe's injury when he took an even worse one than she did (the Sokkla vibes in that particular situation were SO STRONG! I SWEAR!).
"Jesse McCree, are you trying to make me say you're handsome?" "Am I?" ... do I need to say more. That FLIRTING. These two were on fire already and they'd only known each other for like... weeks, at this point? x'D He has no sense of moderation, he's soooo into her and doesn't hide it at all. Ashe is so busy trying to plot all the crime and Jesse's practically like a shojo heroine, "oh I can feel it, this is how my love story begins!", basically xD
Finally I pick a not-McAshe scene... to bring up the one where Ashe picks up the Viper on her last moment in Lead Rose Manor. That moment was just... POWERFUL. The feeling of epicness in that scene just overwhelmed me when I was reading it xD
The ending of the book :'D the fully formed Deadlock Gang ready for business, down to the explanation for the Est. 1976 in the logo... *sobs* the fact that so much about the character design choices in these two characters is a shoutout to the past they share is just... *gross sobbing* oh, I just love it to pieces, I'm not even sorry.
Ashe's bike race to save B.O.B. x'D that whole situation was bonkers but I looooved how fierce she was about protecting her one and only buddy while growing up (AND THAT JESSE BLUSHED WHEN SHE TAUNTED HIM WAS JUST THE CHERRY ON TOP!). I appreciated learning more about the Omnic War and its consequences, how Ashe reflects on having escaped it practically untouched in virtue of her money and societal privilege while her new friends all faced many hardships to survive. But I can't help but also love that, however uneasy others could have been about the Best Omnic Butler, Ashe was so fiercely loyal to B.O.B. that she nearly broke Julian's nose herself over his ridiculousness x'D That's HER big omnic buddy and she's not about to lose him to anyone, not her shitty parents, not a bet in a race, NOTHING! (and it's so cute that B.O.B. is just as loyal to her, too *sobs*)
Ashe grabbing McCree's arm to explain things to him on their first heist and him being all "you gonna leave that there?" and only then does she realize her hand's still on him x'D what a McCree line, and he was absolutely enjoying the attention, he doesn't even pretend otherwise.
Everything poetic McCree says or does... meanwhile Ashe's like "um yeah I don't care about poetry I want money", right until his poet soul totally smashes her square in the heart with the KEYCHAIN!!! But damn, I swear I thought McCree would hold back a lot more, and yet there he was, saying things like Calamity was brilliant and mysterious... you could practically hear B.O.B., Julian and Frankie going "I can see what's happening..." in the background xD
The conversation about what they wanted to do once they were loaded with all the cash they could possibly want. That one was a real number on my heartstrings. It ties up to what I said earlier with Ashe finally being in touch with people who are completely removed from the ridiculous social circles of her parents and her school, people who really lost a lot in the war. But where Julian and Frankie seem to look at the past a lot, I loved that Jesse is basically just thinking about the future. The fact that he says he wants to chill out in a farm and that this is what he wants in life... many, MANY, shippy wheels have turned in my head since I read that <.< maaaany...
WHEN JESSE NEARLY FALLS AND ASHE CATCHES HIM!!! UNDERRRATED AS HECK!!! The fact that he's taunting her about fear of heights, then he nearly plummets to his death because ironies are beautiful xD and Ashe pulls him back to safety only to say that she's not afraid of heights but afraid of ~FALLING~??? I mean, okay, sure, maybe I'm reading too much into that line... or maybe I'm not <.< either way, the truth is I just love how absolutely broad of interpretation that scene and that DIALOGUE are :> ehehehe.
Oh, their first encounter. The fact that it's so cute and fun, and that it's this low in the list tells you how GOOD this book was x'D "You've got an awful lot of grit for a rich girl," first words he spoke to the love of his life xD then how they talked and laughed together about the crazy stories he shared (she was crying of laughter for the first time in her life! precious girl!), and then how she sat in the car thinking about the strange feeling she was left with after meeting him... they seriously had a meetcute in prison, how can a ship get any better? xD
WHEN HE COMES BACK TO HER WHEN THEIR FIRST HEIST GOES WRONG!!! That Ashe expects him to just leave after she falls off their getaway vehicle, but Jesse saves her and goes "pfft that's just not my style", basically... *sobs* without realizing it she ends up picking up that particular philosophy of his, saving her friends no matter the cost...! Honestly, though, the fact that every time something like this happens it hits Ashe like a truck racing downhill with no brakes because she's NEVER been cared about by anyone but B.O.B. and she's completely new to friendships and bonding with people... and in the mean time, Jesse immediately is "ride or die" with her because that's how he rolls... beautiful relationship dynamics between characters who influence each other for the better are just beautiful :')
A silly one here: Jesse enjoying the good life in Lead Rose. That description of him looking like a marshmallow in the CHAISE LOUNGEEEEE!!! (the one he references in their in-game interactions *CRYING SO MANY TEARS*), was just too cute to bear x'D Ashe just jumping back into work mode... while he was just thrilled to be a marshmallow in a towel xD
... So, um, I went overboard because I love this book a little too much for my own good :> what can I say? When things I love are good, I go wild xD There's probably more scenes I loved, but these... thirteen? XD are the ones that came to mind.
I think one of my favorite things now is reexamining Reunion with all this extra context in mind. The first time I watched that cinematic I, of course, fell in love with these two outlaws because how could I not? But while subsequent rewatches revealed a lot of things I didn't pay enough attention to the first time around, the book has done even more than I could imagine possible for a short that was already as shippy as could be xD
Ooookay so, shippy ramblings about Reunion, coming up! (simply because I have to put these down SOMEWHERE XD and your ask was a good idea for that, anon!)
First off, Jesse very much staged the whole rodeo in Reunion. He sent the tip to Ashe, he wanted Echo's crate specifically. He thought they could work together, basically, despite knowing it was entirely possible that those hopes wouldn't pay off. This train, according to the wikia, was a government train, so Jesse is very much telling Ashe to give a finger to the government for all he cares, all he wants is one (1) crate.
Ergo, Jesse, for all his "nice guy bountyhunter" deal, doesn't disapprove of Deadlock's actions. If anything, he counts on them to be exactly what he needs in order to get what he wants. He practically trusts Ashe to pull off the train heist disaster perfectly and only steps up when it's time to collect Echo.
Then the wacky shoot-out happens, it's veeeery charged (the UST is so thick, I swear...), and Jesse wins. He ties up Ashe, floats her off on the payload with the rest of the gang, and he sets Echo free. He's helping her out very nicely and everything, but the context in question is... he received the recall notification thingy XD Winston called him back to Overwatch, and Jesse...
... Jesse doesn't want to go back.
Jesse says "they want me", and the displeased tone of his voice, paired with the look on his face when he says that line, speak for themselves.
That, in my humble opinion, isn't the sequence of expressions you'd expect from someone who intends to return to the group where he thrived, had the time of his life and found his true calling. To me, he actually looks irritated about the recall (the sequence of expressions during that line is much better when you watch the full thing x'D), as though he REALLY doesn't want to return. He's not against Overwatch, I'm not quite saying that, otherwise he wouldn't have set Echo free and told her to go back at all... but this isn't remorse. It's not "Oh, I'm not good enough for Overwatch anymore". Nope... this is "My time with them is over and I don't plan on going back unless I have no choice", as far as I can tell.
If OW2 does bring him back into the fold and he's a perfectly chill and happy guy about it, I'll seriously be surprised. I mean, he could have set Echo free and, once his business is over, returned to Overwatch with her, he could have been in the Paris cinematic if he'd done that...
But he's not there.
Which outright says he didn't do that :> oops.
Basically, I think Jesse's reaction in Retribution (where he's markedly the most morally correct one of the bunch, and he's the former outlaw :'D) tells you his displeasure with Overwatch ran very, very deep. And someone can very easily say he felt the same way about Deadlock and that's why he left them for Overwatch... but that's conjecture. His displeasure with Blackwatch (and, in consequence, Overwatch), however, is FACT. And the previous conjecture falls flat pretty quickly considering he's perfectly fine with Ashe's train heist, even sets it up himself, from what the story suggests, so... how ~appalled~ was he over her choices and actions? Not appalled at all, if you ask me, and after you read Deadlock Rebels, you actually understand why: Jesse trusts Ashe.
From the first moment she enters the same prison block he's in, he's drawn to her. He wants to impress her, he absolutely enjoys her company and making her laugh (just as much as she enjoyed laughing at his wacky stories), and he's plain thrilled that she comes back for him when she does. Ashe manages the gang with inexperience but she's always willing to improve, and you see Jesse sticking with her through thick and thin, supporting her at the best and worst times alike, always putting his faith on her and constantly watching out for her (he protected and shielded her from attacks with his own body sooooo many times *sobs*). Ashe starts out intending to keep most profits for herself, and Jesse doesn't care much at first... but then she starts to share profit equally between their team. She works on her own bike herself, her own ride, and she plans and solves problems as best she can, to a point of even going overboard with planning too much. She's wild, reckless and takes insane risks... and this guy loves every second of it. The matter of morality regarding the actions of a criminal gang is, of course, something to think about... but as far as the book goes, Ashe mainly targets her own family, their specific brand of bullshit, and in the process she ends up helping lots of people and even saving lives that might not have been saved otherwise. I'm not going to put my hand on the fire here and say Deadlock never ever did anything absolutely wrong to people who didn't deserve it... but for a criminal gang? They're honestly the most wholesome one the OW team could have come up with, if you ask me.
So where you see Jesse is very much antagonistic with Reaper/Reyes, where he loses his temper with the guy's choices, he doesn't ever do that with Ashe. Overwatch ARE supposed to be the good guys... so how weird that Jesse McCree, reformed outlaw, ends up so disappointed with these guys when he was actually thrilled with Ashe's managing of their gang, as far as we saw. So much so that, when it came down to it, Jesse McCree, 20 years later, still counts on Ashe to give him a hand (without her full awareness) with a little operation to help out an old friend of his. Also worth pointing out: he doesn't want to fight at all, while Ashe, of course, does. Deadlock for life, is what Jesse said... and he's not Deadlock anymore, hasn't been for who knows how long. Worse yet... his tattooed arm is gone. It's like all his ties to Deadlock have been severed.
And even so, he came to Ashe and hoped she wouldn't want a shootout with him. Even when he knows she might be beyond unforgiving because of the betrayal (he has seen directly how outraged she was about a certain someone betraying her in the book...), Jesse goes back anyway and hopes it won't come to this.
THE IMPLICATIONS, MAN!!!
Carrying on: Echo is surprised that Jesse shows no intentions of going back to Overwatch. She asks him what he's going to do... and what does Jesse say?
He puts his cowboy hat back on (the symbolism in this short, I swear...), and when she asks him what he's going to do, he tells her "I've got some business to attend to."
THE MUSIC PICKS UP.
AND THEN HE CLIMBS ON THE BIKE HE BUILT WITH ASHE.
YOU GET A DELIBERATE CLOSE-UP TO THE KEYCHAIN.
THEN THE CAMERA PANS UP TO FOCUS ON THE PICTURE, TORN AND TAPED BACK TOGETHER, THAT ASHE CARRIES ON THIS BIKE, A BIKE WHICH, LET'S BE REAL, IS BASICALLY A MCASHE BABY CHOPPER/HOVERBIKE HYBRID, AND AS SHE PUTS IT LATER, IS...
HER
BIKE!!!
When Jesse says he has business to attend to, he could pick up any bike he wants (since it'd stand to reason that the other guys Ashe came in with would have bikes of their own). He could escape on horseback for all we know xD so there are lots of options... but no. He takes HERS. Right after saying he has "business to attend to".
Look, I could be wrong. I could be dead wrong. I can absolutely be digging around and going INSANE because nothing I ship EVER gets this much content.
But we literally get a guy saying he has "business" to take care of, and the cinematic focuses exclusively on elements that, even BEFORE Deadlock Rebels, all point towards Ashe?! You could easily say that taking her bike is just the final nail on the coffin, his last trolling idea to mess with his one true love... but that picture is right there. That picture, with them in their youth. The picture, btw, was bigger than just them: B.O.B.'s hand is there. The top of the picture is uneven, suggesting Ashe probably tore it to shreds in a fit of rage... and then specifically put together THEIR PART. And then she taped that to her bike's dashboard. Meaning, she carries the goddamn memory of Jesse with her EVERYWHERE SHE GOES. And she does it WILLINGLY.
Which, in turn, answers why Jesse expects MAYBE Ashe wouldn't go full-on hostile when they meet: this trolling cowboy knows exactly what he means to Ashe. He's not surprised when he sees that picture on the bike. He doesn't toss it away, which he could have, if he were saying "we are history now, forget it gurl" (and let's be honest, what a dick move that would have been @_@), he doesn't flinch after noticing and then goes "yeah, no, I'm picking another bike".
NOPE. The familiarity with which they talk, the way he hopes she'll just let him walk away, the fact that she DIDN'T change the keychain and bike in all those years and he's not even SURPRISED...
Jesse knows how much she loves him, point-blank. He's completely aware of it... and he's very much okay with it.
So much so... that I'm something of a 90% sure that the business he intends to deal with is ASHE HERSELF.
And no, I don't mean he's going to go on another shootout with her... I mean, evidently, that Jesse wants to come home. That he's tried the life of Overwatch, and he's decided to leave it behind. He's turned bountyhunter now, vigilante, pretty much... but he comes back to Ashe all the same. He's come back for the first time in who knows how long (going by Ashe's expressions and sarcasm with the "you promised you'd write" line, it miiiiiiight be they haven't seen each other since he got recruited into Blackwatch), and he expected a peaceful encounter, no less.
A good question to ask here is... what did Jesse hope would happen, if the encounter HAD been peaceful? He would've released Echo, sent her away to her business, and stayed behind anyway because he had business to deal with. Which business? :'D why... the business that would've been standing right in front of him.
There's no other, logical reason why this cinematic would put Ashe and McCree's picture into focus right when McCree says what he does to Echo. There's no other reasonable choice why McCree would turn his back on Overwatch quite so firmly. We know he had two important ties in his life: Overwatch and Deadlock. And Overwatch stole him away from Deadlock for a VERY long time. Well over half the time Deadlock has been in operations, as far as I can tell. He picked Overwatch over Deadlock once before... and now, it seems he's picking Deadlock over Overwatch instead :')
The follow-up short, Roadtrip, doesn't do anything to change my mind. The trolling jerk, Jesse McCree, hovers past Ashe's payload, where she's just... complaining, as she hovers xD going by what I know of the game and that map, the payload may just be en route to the gang's hideout, so that, I'd say, could explain why she hasn't climbed off it or escaped in any way (which she reasonably would have, if Jesse was trying to, I don't know, send her and her people to the authorities).
My point here is, however, that Jesse is headed the same way the payload is. If his destination is the same one, he'll beat it there for sure. Maybe, yes, he'll go away and drive well past the hideout... but maybe that's exactly where he intended to go.
Maybe, in the end, Reunion is about a man who's finally coming home :D
In addition, goes without saying, Ashe's rant about how everyone falls to pieces over Jesse showing his "stupid mug" (uh-huh, stupid, ANGELIC mug, we know what you really think, girl xD) ends with her saying she should have "put a bullet in him the minute he showed up".
Which begs the question of why didn't she.
Then, of course, she says she hates McCree when he drives past her while listening to some really ridiculous honky-tonky-sounding music x'D I cannot even help but imagine him deliberately picking that radio station or whatever it was just to annoy Ashe when he drove beside her, and so that she can get extra pissed when she retrieves her beloved bike, turns on the music and it's just more honky-tonky stuff x'D but anyway, the thing is she shouts after him, tells him that's her bike and says she hates him. B.O.B. wordlessly speaks for us McAshe shippers by giving Ashe the most "sure, Jan" side-eye in the history of side-eyes, and Ashe notices and is outraged enough to knock B.O.B.'s little hat right off his head again.
Again... this is renowned outlaw Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe, sitting on a payload, groaning about the guy she once very much had feelings for (and that doesn't even begin to cut it, if you ask me x'D) and for whom she tooooootally doesn't anymore, that picture on her bike doesn't MEAN that, OBVIOUSLYYYY!!, and so, she sits up, complains and doesn't do much of anything to get out of her current situation, right? :>
So, summing up my current understanding of EVERYTHING, thanks to Deadlock Rebels and my obsessive rewatches of Reunion + Roadtrip:
Jesse deliberately sought out Ashe so she would indirectly, unknowingly, help him set Echo free from the government's clutches.
Jesse hoped for a peaceful encounter despite knowing he might not get one.
Jesse has no intentions of returning to Overwatch but was willing to perform one final act of service for them by releasing Echo so she'd go give Winston and co. a hand.
Jesse is NOT surprised to see that Ashe: 1. Didn't change bikes at some point in the twenty years since they built it. 2. Didn't swap the ignition key for a button, the way she says she thought to do it in the novel until he gives her the keychain. 3. KEPT THE POETIC AF KEYCHAIN, despite resenting Jesse for his betrayal. 4. KEEPS A PICTURE OF THEM IN THEIR YOUNGER YEARS PASTED ON HER BIKE'S DASHBOARD.
Jesse claims he has business to deal with: he doesn't clarify said business verbally, but every shot after he says those words focuses on elements related to Ashe... and then, along with the novel's context, it's elements related to their BOND. Everything in that shot, EVERYTHING, is connected to the two of them. Elements that weren't shown before or during their shootout, and that are only introduced in that final moment when McCree is off to deal with his "business".
Ashe doesn't climb off the payload or stops it (which, going by how McCree simply pressed a button, and Ashe isn't immobilized in the least, she easily could have done it too if she had wanted to). Suggesting that, wherever the payload is heading, it isn't anywhere dangerous for Ashe and her crew, ergo, she is 100% sure McCree isn't trying to screw her over by turning her in to the authorities or so (or, at worst, she's completely confident that, even if he is going to do this, she'll be able to get out of it easily).
Jesse drives in the same direction the payload is headed. Another hint that suggests he might intend to head to the Deadlock hideout and that, whatever business he has left to deal with, it involves them.
If his intent ISN'T to go to the hideout... Jesse is still guaranteeing that Ashe will come after him by stealing her bike, the 18th birthday gift he gave her, and the picture she keeps of them. That he takes that very bike practically serves as painting a target on his back for her to hunt down, and he KNOWS IT.
In short: Jesse will have plenty of business with the Deadlock Gang in his future, and going by how pleased he seems to be when riding the bike, he's perfectly happy to handle that business on his terms, whenever he wants to handle it.
Extra tidbit: there's nothing in Deadlock Rebels about Jesse's smoking habit, something he definitely did pick up at some point while in the gang because, hahaha, he IS smoking in the picture Ashe keeps of him :> Which makes me wonder why, of all pictures Ashe chooses to keep on her bike's dashboard, she picks one where he's smoking.
Then, it makes me wonder about the fact that Jesse deliberately starts smoking when he's standing right in front of her (and then he winks at her!). He tosses that cigar after things get kind of dangerous for him because B.O.B. does something, and then... then he goes back to smoking.
RIGHT WHEN HE'S CLIMBING ON THE BIKE.
Like... seriously...
*unintelligible fangirl screaming*
I could be looking too deeply into this. I know I could be. Maybe Blizzard just wants me to go CRAZY with little symbolism and hints charged with SO MUCH MEANING that maybe don't have as much meaning as I thought it did...
... But man, I've sailed into the depths of the shippiest oceans for many ships that have gotten actual breadcrumbs from canon. I've gone wild over ships that have zero opportunity to become a thing in canon continuity. I've written a nearly 3M words story based on a ship that is just UNEXPLORED AMAZING POTENTIAL and ngl, I love exploring it myself, so I don't even begrudge canon that much for not giving it to me anymore.
But the fact is, no ship in OW, as far as I've seen, has remotely as much content, hints and strong ties as McAshe does -- at least, no ships between heroes. We had a cinematic that was CHARGED with significance, with little gestures, with even the smallest facial expressions that carried soooo much more meaning than whole episodes or even seasons in TV shows. And then? We got a novel. A full novel depicting their origins and exploring their dynamics, how tight their friendship was, and how some strong feelings were certainly brewing there, even if neither one was ready to act on them yet (as far as we saw...).
Finally... I'll say I did start working on a Sokkla Western AU ages ago because the idea I had for one was pretty amusing. Then Reunion dropped, and I said "Why would I need to finish that story anymore when the Sokkla Western AU is RIGHT HERE?!"
And that's it, I will stop rambling now because this got insanely long x'D but thank you very very much for giving me this chance to go WILD on everything I can see, within all those canon hints, with these two *-*
#anon#mcashe#the fact that canon is treating me right for once#is blowing my mind and always will#look I can end up crying in a heap when OW2 drops and we find out that nothing I thought of was real#it's entirely possible#... but we already got so much#SOOOOO MUCH#that I can't even say I'd be mad x'D#I am one happy camper on this ship#and I love them to pieces#I wish I had the time/chance to make all the art I've been inspired to about them *cries ten rivers*#one day... one day
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AFTER HOURS chapter two
Summary: Enemies to the public, friends to their close ones, friends with benefits between them. Rival companies and an attraction that can’t be ignored.
Tim Drake x reader
Warnings: swearing, mature content, smut, 18+ only, mention death of parents, car crash mentions.
A/N: Chapter twooooooo it shall be getting more interesting next chapter😏
Word Count: 3.6k
It seemed that her life seemed revolve around business meetings. Nine in the morning, another at eleven, two at noon but there was no way to attend both, a final one at three. Meeting after meeting, and for what? To hear the same things over and over again? Some people choose to do this for the rest of their lives.
There was something about the busy Gotham streets that always caught her attention. Maybe it was the sound of the horns, or the people yelling within their cars. Gun shots or screams. There was always something to distract her from whatever meeting she was forced to listen to. Maybe it was because she didn't want to listen to it at all.
Of course, running this company was important. Without her parents, she had to take control of it. It was an important company too, just along side WE, they worked to make Gotham, and the world a better place. That didn't mean that she wanted to here about the statistical analysis of it all.
Not to mention that the weight of her parent's anniversary was heavy in her mind. Four years since they had been gone, four years of blaming herself. They went to Gotham to visit her, if they had just stayed home, they would still be home. Car accidents happen all the time, but that didn't make it any easier.
The second that the final meeting was over, she couldn't seem to get out of that room fast enough. She just wanted to be in the privacy of her own office. The door nearly slammed shut as she closed it. Back against the wall, heavy breathing as she tried to hold herself together. It was always hard on that day of the year.
A bright bouquet of flowers was on her desk. With a shaky breath, she headed over to see who they were from. It wasn't rare for her to receive flowers. Gotham's greatest bachelorette - more like people wanted her for sex and money. Without that company, she wouldn't have been idolized like that.
The bouquet was grand: flowers of every color and kind poked out from it. Whoever this was, they had spent a lot of money on it. (Y/N) picked up the small card and read what it said.
For your parents. I know days like these aren't easy, I'm sorry. - T.D.
"Those are pretty."
"Ms. Vale," her jaw clenched at the sound of the voice behind here. Great, this was the last thing that she needed to deal with today. Vicki Vale had a tendency to show up on her worst days. "What do I owe the pleasure of today and who let you into my office?"
"I let myself in," she said. Vicki Vale stood tall and proud. She had a large purse over her shoulder which surely held a plethora of notebooks and pens. Always ready to catch a story and always eager to stir up drama within the city. "Hope you don't mind. Just wanted to ask you a few questions about this new business deal that you're about to make. But, now I'm curious about the flowers, who're they from?"
"Why don't you tell me?" She sat in her chair as Vicky sat in the one across from her. "You do enjoy making headlines about me and my, as you say 'promiscuous life'." There had been many titles about (Y/N) - between her risky clothing, the second that she were talking with a man outside of business, or her attempts for normal dates - she was there.
Vicki casually reached her perfectly manicured finger tips towards the card from the flowers. Before she could even come near, (Y/N)'s palm slammed down on the desk. She pulled the card towards herself and out of the reach of Vicki. The last thing she needed was for the reporter to put two and two together to realize T.D. was Tim Drake-Wayne.
"Another hopeless lover of yours?" She raised an eyebrow. There was no answer. "I just wanted to ask you what you thought about Wayne Enterprise's attempt to stop the progress of your new development? Mr. Drake - sorry, Mr. Wayne, had lots to say on the matter, I hope you do as well."
"As a matter of fact, I don't." WE's attempt to stop the development was futile. Even Tim had told her that. There was no reason for them to try and stop it when in the end it would benefit both companies. They just wanted their name on it rather than hers. Everyone in both companies knew that.
It was for namesake that there was disagreements about the development. She was lucky enough to have beaten Tim to it first. This was going to a be a massive break for the company, one that would sky rocket sales and put you neck and neck with Wayne Enterprises once again.
"Mr. Wayne is your biggest competitor, aren't you worried?" She continued to pry. (Y/N) had gotten skilled over the years of not letting the curiosity of others get to her. She was able to keep her face straight and her mouth shut - even when she had lots she wanted to say.
"Mr. Wayne has always, and will always be my biggest competitor. Unfortunately for him, I was the one to give the statement first about this new addition to the city. I will become Gotham's biggest economic resources, just as I have always tried to do in the past - and just as Mr. Wayne has always done in the past."
"So, you're saying that you public enemies?" Vicki pressed. She had always known about (Y/N)'s vendetta against the WE, but there had never been a statement that she tried to take the company down so hers could thrive. That was never her intention, they could co-exist always.
"I'm saying, Ms. Vale, that Timothy Drake-Wayne is a smart man. He knows when to push through fights, and he knows when he is losing. This time, he's lost. The next time, I won't be so lucky. Those who are fighting for the same cost are never enemies," she firmly stated.
"Will you be attending the Wayne Gala?" Vicki continued. Of course, there always had to be questions that weren't related to the company. She wanted anything to see (Y/N) with a man, just to make a headline for the decade. In all these years, not once had she been caught in the dating scene.
"No. I've made a donation, but I will not be attending," She answered. The tag from the flowers seemed to burn the skin of her hands. Tim sent those flowers because he worried, not because he wished to impress her. "Don't you have some better reporting to do rather than finding strings to cling onto of my personal life, Ms. Vale?"
"That'll be all for today."
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Tim's bouquet of flowers felt heavy in her hands. The weight of having to visit her parent's graves was always a hard task to do alone. As time passed, it seemed easier to go visit them. Years of working hard to make them proud, years of showing them how much the business they started thrived.
There was nothing more that she wanted than to make them proud. Even as a child - working hard in school, playing sports, everything that would have brought a smile to their faces. In death, it felt like she needed to work even harder. Then again, as time passed, she forgot the sound of their voices, the crinkle by their eyes as they smiled, she forgot the warmth of their hugs.
As time passed, she forgot that she could be happy.
Work consumed her in the past four years. Late nights at the office, early mornings, weekends even. She lost friends, disconnected from family, deterred everyone away. Running this company had changed her life, and not necessarily for the better. The responsibility of it all was almost too much to handle on her own.
"Mr. Wayne's son bought these for you," she spoke to her parents graves. Tim's flowers sat on the grass, bringing some brightness to that gloomy day. "Surprising, I know. He's very kind, I think you guys would like him if he wasn't running Wayne Enterprises. At this point though I think you would like any man that I talked to.
"I miss you both, a lot. I'm securing a new development in the company, it's really going to pull us ahead this time. Dad would have thought it would have been a risky move, but I did it. I beat them for once. I hope you guys are proud of me up there, I'm really trying to make this city a better place in your name.
"Happy anniversary mom and dad, I love you," she sighed once more before heading back to her car. The walk back seemed long. Her shoulders hung low and she furiously wiped away the hot tears that threatened to spill down her eyes.
To her surprise, Tim was there, leaning against his own car right next to hers. He was reading something on his phone, but as he heard her footsteps, he looked up. "Mr. Wayne, thank you for those flowers, they were beautiful. What are you doing here?"
It wasn't often that they met up in public without there being some sort of business meeting along with it. Tim shoved his phone in his pocket and gave her a smile filled with sympathy. To be honest, he was visiting his own parents. Their chat the previous night had edged him to go visit their graves.
It just happened to be lucky timing that she was there as well. Tim didn't want to disturb her, but he did wish to speak to her. He always wished to talk with her - not just about business. He liked being with her, she was refreshing in his life of darkness. Without evening knowing much about it, it seemed she understood him more than anyone.
"I was in the area," Tim vaguely answered. He knew that he could tell her that he was visiting his parents just like she were but he felt deterred from doing so. Besides, upon seeing the redness in her eyes, he didn't want to worry about anything besides her. She had been crying, it was evident for someone like him. "I'm glad you liked the flowers, they used to be mother's favourites."
"They stirred up quite the fuss with Vicki Vale today," she tried to joke. Tim rolled his eyes at the sound of her name. He wasn't her biggest fan, in fact he was far from it. Vicki had single-handedly meddled into his life and forced him to live an entire year with a fake spinal injury and crutches. He had gotten off of them just before meeting (Y/N).
"She came to see you too, huh?" Tim shuddered at their meeting that afternoon. Question after question about his involvement with Ms. (L/N). Vicki was sure that there was something going on between the two of them - and for once she was right. "The new development or your latest hot date?"
"Considering my latest hot date is non-existent, it was the development. But, she was pretty eager for me to say something about you," She half-smiled. Tim shook his head, of course. Vicki was always trying to start a turf war or make the two of them fall in love. "I know you just came over last night... but I could really use a distraction from today."
A distraction. That seemed that was all he was to her. Nothing more than something to get her mind of the life she was thrown into. Of course, that was what it was all about at the start. Fucking to forget. He knew it, he went into their benefit relationship knowing it but as time grew...
"There's nothing wrong with taking a break from work," Tim changed the subject a little too quickly. In the four years he had known her, she had aged. Worried creases were around her eyes and scattered on her forehead. Dark circles always under her eyes. It worried him. "I'm not saying leave or anything, but you can have fun every once in a while. It's a Friday night, why not go to the bar with your friends? Let loose and live a little."
Tim was right. She wasn't the young eighteen year old anymore that would have been chastised for having a drink. It was legal for her to go out and have fun, maybe tonight was the kind of night that she deserved. Her parents wouldn't want her to sulk over their deaths, they would have wanted her to live her best life.
Going out was exactly what she needed. Not a distraction, not something that would keep her mind busy for a couple hours just to fall back in her pit of despair. She needed a genuine change in her life, and maybe that started with connecting with old friends and making some new ones.
As no words came out of her mouth, Tim took the time to realize that it was his moment to leave. She was obviously deep in thought with his words. He placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it before getting into his car. "I hate when you call me Mr. Wayne," he told her.
It was true, not only did it make him feel old, but it also made him feel like they didn't know each other at all. That was far from the truth, they both were far closer to each other than they would like to admit. Tim knew of her desire to keep their relationship business - and emotionless sex. They were after all, public enemies.
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For the first time in years she woke up with a hangover. Pounding head, upset stomach - it was a feeling that she didn't miss. It wasn't rare for her to sleep naked in her own home, but it was to feel a heavy arm across her waist. Dark hair, muscular back - for a second she swore it to be Tim, but this man wasn't nearly as broad as he was.
Aside from the thumping in her head, memories of what happened the night before started to resurface. She had taken Tim's advice and called up her friends to go get a drink. One drink turned to two, which turned to shots and getting plastered. It had been so long since she had seen them all that letting loose was almost too easy.
She knew that she shouldn't have gotten that drunk, but having fun like that for the first time since she started working at that company was exhilarating. Unlike she had thought - her friends accepted her right back in. They knew that she was under a lot of pressure and that making time wasn't easy. They were just thankful for that night.
So, with a small reunion at the front of the bar, they headed in and got hammered. She treated her friends round after round - partially because she easily could and partially for an apology. It didn't take long for them to become a laughing mess while catching up and remembering the old days.
By the time the night was coming to an end, her friend pointed out the man that had been eyeing her up for hours. Whether it was the alcohol, the need to continue her good night, or to show her friends that she was just as fun as ever, she went to the man. Minutes later, they were walking out of the club and into a taxi.
Now, he was asleep in her bed and she had no idea whether or not anyone outside of her friend group knew what had happened. The man stirred. He pulled himself closer towards her as he woke. Warm brown eyes met hers, a genuine smile. What was his name? Jacob.
"Good morning beautiful," his voice was hoarse, sexy. Her mind raced between the option of soaking up some more moments of fun or getting back to her usual self and kicking him out. She went with the first one as he glided his hands along the curves of her side before placing his hand at her jaw.
It made her falter. This man... as good looking and as sexy as he was, he wasn't Tim. He didn't please her like Tim did. He didn't make her feel as good as Tim did. Even the sound of his voice didn't bring her the same amount of excitement. Why did she feel like she betrayed him? They were allowed to sleep with who they wanted.
She pushed away the feeling. Tim was the one to tell her to go out and have fun. Let loose from the burden of running a company and just the kid that she was. Sleeping with men, getting drunk, that was all part of her teen years that she missed out on. Tim wanted her to have this.
"Coffee?" She asked. Maybe that would stop the ridiculous headache she had. Or maybe she was using it as an excuse to get out of bed with him. Jacob nodded. He pulled her in for a long kiss, lingering against her for just a moment too long. The two of them grabbed whatever scattered clothes they could before going to her kitchen.
As the smell of coffee beans filled the air, she checked her phone for the first time that morning. Unlike the endless abundance of emails that she had gotten - there was a plethora of missed calls and texts. This was far from usual. Her eyebrows furrowed as she opened up the one from her closet advisor.
A picture of her and Jacob leaving the club, pictures of them kissing, her taking shots and drinking with her friends. Is she really mature enough to run this company? Black bold letters stared back at her. This was exactly what she was trying to avoid. The media had taken her one night of fun and turned the city against her.
"Fuck," she breathed out.
"What's wrong?" Jacob asked. Genuine concern was in his eyes for why she was suddenly upset. She was frozen in her spot, unable to tear her eyes away from the screen. Jacob stood behind her, hands on her shoulders as he glanced over the article itself. "Oh." He never assumed that the media would do this.
In the bar, he knew who she was. Everyone in Gotham knew who she was, however he never expected her to be that beautiful in person. His friends had been hyping him up all night to go talk to her, but he knew it would never be a success. So, when she came to him, he couldn't say no.
Now, he worried that in one fowl swoop, he had tainted everything that she had worked so hard for.
"I think you should go," she told him, not trying to be rude. This wasn't his fault, none of this was. It was her fault for agreeing to her friends to go after him, it was her fault for agreeing to Tim's idea. Tim. This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't offered. Was this a ploy to get her company to fall so he could come out on top?
"I know it doesn't really mean much from someone like me, but... No matter what Gotham has to say about you, I think you’re the only one keeping this city somewhat sane," Jacob told her. He genuinely thought her to be a good person - not just some chick with a nice ass and easy access. There were people in Gotham that wanted to see her succeed, regardless of her age.
It was a hard idea to get through her head - people believing in her for her brain, not her body. So many articles, just like the one she read this morning, forced her to a life that made her weary of trusting people. She wanted to be seen as powerful, influential - not as a little girl who ran around sleeping with people.
"Thank you," she smiled. "If it means anything, I did have a great time last night." Jacob chuckled, but agreed. He waved a final time and left her home. Reluctantly, she went through the rest of the texts that she had gotten over the night. All of them were the same - reminding her that she was still an immature kid.
The board of directors, her friends, advisors - everyone seemed to have seen it before she had. It was the text from Tim that stood out to her the most. I see you took my advise, hope you had fun last night. Don't worry to much about the paps.
Don't worry? Don't worry? The great Tim Wayne had nothing to worry about, ever. Her on the other hand? She was constantly under scrutiny. In the eyes of society, Tim was the perfect candidate to take over WE. He was smart, cunning, he had a way with the people. It seemed that there was never anything bad for someone to say about him.
Her life on the other hand? She fell under Gotham's microscope and was picked apart until there was nothing left beside the mistakes she had made. This was another mistake, another mishap that would push her back and make her fall under the hand of Wayne Enterprises. The same man that tried to convince her that this was the best thing that she could do for herself.
This was Tim's fault, and she was furious.
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