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babymetaldoll · 3 years ago

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I just want you (Chip Taylor / Reader)

Requested: Yes

Word counting: 3.5K

Summary: What would it be like to be married to Chip Taylor? Would it include a lot of women trying to hit on him?

Warnings: Cursing, spoilers of 68 Kill.

A/N: Hello, beautiful people! sorry, I've been a little absent here, but writing my series has taken most of my time! Also, I feel a little blocked, and my personal life has been a mess. But, here it is: my first Chip Taylor fic. Have you guys seen 68 Kill? I love that movie, and I love Chip so much. He deserves the world. I hope you guys like this little story!

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It wasn’t like I didn’t know my husband was handsome, ‘cos you had to be blind not to see his face was made by the gods, and all of his features were simply perfect. I just didn’t know every woman would flirt with him everywhere we were all the time.

And they weren’t even subtle about it. No. They made it very obvious when they looked at Chip each time they stopped by his work. They wanted him.

After all those years together, a part of me had made peace with that. I couldn’t stop them. He was hot, he didn’t want their attention, but he wasn’t rude or anything like it. Chip Taylor was a very polite man who was also very blind to the attention his looks gave him.

Chip owned a small pet sitting business that had started to really take off in the last few months. He had some savings that he used to buy a house when we first started dating. He lived there until we got married, and then we bought a bigger place outside the town. That’s when he decided to turn his old home into his own pet sitting business. And it was a hit. Chip is fantastic with animals. He is great with everybody, but pets just… melt with him. I think they can see the kindness of his soul.

Chip Taylor deserves the best things in life ‘cos he is the best man I’ve ever met. I’ve loved him since the day it took him almost half an hour to walk over and talk to me in the bar we met.

- “Every time a pretty face pops up, my brain turns into a potato- he explained, flustered ‘cos he kept stuttering as he asked for my number.

He was too sweet. Too cute. And he loved me. He had a ring that said so. But again, that didn’t stop most women who met him from flirting with him.

- “Here he is. Little Rascal had a great day today”- Chip walked to the front yard with a french bulldog, who kept barking, trying to get an extra treat from him. I smiled from a safe distance, reading a book sitting on a porch while Chip met with the dog owner. And she was as excited as Rascal was.

- “Hi baby! Did you have a good day today?”- the lady held the leash and caressed her dog’s head a few times before returning her attention fully to my husband.

- “Thank you for taking care of him.”

- “You are very welcome, Kim. It’s my job.”

- “No, it’s more than that. Rascal hates strangers, and he has been an angel with you since day one. I tell you, Chip, you are someone special.”

I know my husband blushed, ‘cos he is terrible with compliments. So he just shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. His shirt raised, showing his very toned midsection. And I swear, I had to force myself to stay put on that chair, ‘cos the way that woman looked at my husband was enough to make my blood boil. I wanted to run over and push her away from him. I wished I could tell her to get her dog and get the fuck out of our property.

But no. I didn’t. Instead, I tried to keep on reading, which was honestly impossible. But at least I didn’t move from my chair. I just stared at that scene, trying to control the urges of smashing that woman’s head against her car.

- “So, do you have plans for the weekend?”- the woman asked him, smiling flirtatiously

- “Not really.”- not the smartest answer, I’ll give you that.

- “Great! that means you can’t say no! I am having a small get-together at my place this Friday. You should totally come.”

- “Thank you, Kim, but...”

- “I’ll text you my address. I’m not taking no for an answer!”

Chip was awkward, he felt pushed to say he’d go, but I knew he didn’t want to. If he did, he wouldn’t have hesitated. Besides, he wouldn’t usually make plans without asking me first. A part of me wanted to run and help him out of that awkward situation, but I knew he had to do it on his own. Yes, he was a grown-up, but after knowing everything he had gone through before we met, a big part of me wanted to take care of him constantly. I didn’t want anything wrong ever to happen to Chip. He didn’t deserve anything bad.

- “Thanks, Kim, really, but… I think I should ask my wife first”- he whispered and smiled kindly at the woman, who didn’t hide the disappointment from her face. I have the feeling she never actually saw the ring on my husband’s finger.

- “Wife? I had no idea you were married, Chip”- he chuckled and nodded as the woman tried to act normal again. But she couldn’t.

- “Yes, I’ve been married for the last ten months.”

- “Just ten months? Well, she is a lucky woman…”

- “Thank you”- Chip petted Rascal’s head and added- “But I am sure I am the lucky one to have her. I still can’t believe she actually married me.”

- “Come on, Chip! Any woman would be happy with a man like you.”

And that was when that woman crossed the line and rubbed my husband’s arm for longer than necessary. He froze and looked at her, not knowing how to get out of that situation. Chip is a sweet soul who still has some significant issues when it comes to setting boundaries.

I jumped from my chair and walked over quickly, with a big smile on my face. The woman turned to me and raised an eyebrow, clearly not knowing who I was.

- “Hello, sorry to interrupt you, boo, but it’s getting late for our date.”

We didn’t have a date that night. But well, now we did.

Chip frowned, confused, and waited for me to explain a little more what I was saying. But, instead, I just smiled and held his hand, making sure that the woman’s hand was as far from him as possible.

- “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N), Chip’s wife.”- I said and waved.

- “Kimberly, nice to meet you.”

- “So you are Rascal’s mom. He is a sweetheart”- I kneeled and petted Rascal’s head behind his ears, right where I knew he liked it. Kim just nodded and smiled.

- “Ok, we should go, it’s getting late. Bye Chip”- she waved quickly, walking to her car. My husband said goodbye and wrapped an arm around my waist as I stood by his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

- “We are not going to her “little get-together,�� by the way”- I whispered, and he chuckled.

- “Good, ’cause I didn’t want to go either. I actually had plans for the weekend, but I didn’t want to discuss them with her.”- I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and felt his big hands caressing the lower part of my back.

- “Which plans?”

- “I’m planning to stay in bed with my wife the whole weekend, watch movies, kiss her a lot, and maybe asking for pizza.”

- “You had me at ˝stay in bed,” Chip Taylor”- I giggled and kissed his cheek- “She was flirting with you, by the way.”

- “I don’t care if she tried to flirt. I only have eyes for you, moonbeam”- I chuckled at the cheesy nickname and felt his lips on mine. They felt warm and soft and filled with love.

But it wasn’t always so easy to shake off the thoughts of a woman flirting with Chip. Unfortunately, sometimes it was harder to remain calm. Some women were more aggressive with their flirting. Some were actually way hotter than me, and sometimes that makes you doubt yourself.

I didn’t know Liza or Violet, so I never knew if they were prettier, more intelligent, or sexier than me. I couldn’t compare or compete with them either, ‘cos they were dead. But some random women made my life a little more challenging from time to time.

- “Chip? Chip Taylor?”- a soft woman’s voice interrupted our conversation and forced my husband to turn around, feeling now also her hand on his shoulder. We were at our favorite bar, having a drink, celebrating the end of the week and another successful month of Chip’s small business. We were chatting about our days, sitting at our usual table, when interrupted.

- “Anna Davis? Hi! How are you?! Long time no see!”- my husband stood up and hugged the stranger like long-lost friends reunited. I had never heard of any “Anna” before. I was trying to remember if I did.

- “I haven’t seen you in ages! What are you doing here?”- Anna said and laughed- “I can’t believe it’s really you!”- and so, they hugged again.

- “Hi”- I waved from the table and smiled at the two of them as they moved apart.

- “I’m so sorry, babe. (Y/N), this is Anna, my neighbor when I was in middle school. Anna, this is (Y/N), my wife.”

- “Hi, nice to meet you”- she shook my hand and smiled at me for a second, and then turned to my husband again and continued catching up.

Chip looked happy and excited to see her. He didn’t have many friends, he still didn’t know how to trust most people, probably why he decided to work with animals instead. He had a good relationship with Jim, the boy who helped him clean, and with a few classmates from the community college. But that was it.

- “I can’t believe you are here!”- Chip was beaming- “Are you with someone?”

- “My friends were leaving. I’m visiting one of my best friends, who moved here a few years ago. But she has to work tomorrow morning, so she wanted to go home.”

- “Do you wanna sit with us for a while?”- Chip asked her and turned to me smiling. Of course, I couldn’t say no. Well, he didn’t actually ask; he just looked at me, and I moved my chair to make room for one more on the table.

- “I would love to! Thank you!.”

I loved the idea of meeting Anna, at first. I didn’t know many people from my husband’s past, basically just his parents. The fact she was his friend growing up sounded amazing, and it meant I could finally talk with someone who knew him when he was a kid and could tell me more stories about my husband.

But Anna had other plans. My husband blinded Anna. She basically ignored me, and he was so excited to see her and talk to her, he didn’t even notice I was being left out of the whole conversation.

At first, it was ok. Chip wanted to catch up with Anna, know what she was doing with her life, and all that. So he asked for her parents and family. Apparently, they were pretty close growing up.

- “Remember each Friday we had a secret sleepover?”- she asked and laughed. My husband nodded and sipped his drink.

- “Yeah! I would sneak into your house and watch a movie.”

- “You know, my parents knew you were coming to hang out after curfew. They just didn’t think it was wrong”- she added and laughed- “I’m just glad they didn’t know about the day we tried smoking for the first time!”

Chip burst into laughter, and so did Anna. I just stared at them and sighed. Neither of them explained the story. They were just too caught up in each other to even notice I was there.

Yes, I was feeling jealous of Chip’s long-lost childhood friend. I knew it made no sense, but somehow, he completely forgot I existed when she was there. Yes, it was probably ‘cos he was surprised to bump into her at a bar on a random night after so many years.

But the more I looked at her, the more I realized she was gorgeous. She had long legs, beautiful golden hair, green eyes. The girl could go to a freaking beauty pageant and win it. Besides, Anna wasn’t acting friendly, if you ask me. She kept rubbing my husband’s arm, repeating how excited she was to see him, and saying over and over again how good he looked… it was a little too much.

- “I tell you, Chip, you haven’t changed a bit!”- Anna smiled and looked into his chocolate eyes, and I swear she nearly sighed. I couldn’t blame her. He is dreamy. But he is my husband, and it felt wrong.

- “Neither have you,”- he added and turned to me for a second. I looked kindly into his eyes, knowing he was happy, and that was enough to make me feel happy too.

- “Can I get you another drink, moonbeam?”- he asked me and stood up.

- “Yes, penguin, please”- Chip nodded and blushed as I called him by his favorite nickname and then turned to Anna.

- “Another?”

- “Sure!”

And suddenly, we were on our own.

- “So, how long have you been married?”- Anna asked me and looked at me innocently.

- “A little over ten months.”

- “Just married! Congratulations. You must still be living the honeymoon!”

- “Yes, we are.”- I giggled and turned to look at Chip, waiting for our drink at the bar. It wasn’t hard being stuck at the honeymoon phase with him. Every day, he made every day feel like the first day we were together, even after three years of dating and ten months married.

- “We used to date when we were kids,”- Anna simply said and chuckled - “It was very childish, but I was his first kiss.”

- “Really?”- I smiled at her, making my best not to look jealous at all. “That’s so cute!”

- “He is adorable. He was the sweetest boy growing up.”- Anna added and kept her eyes on Chip. But for a few seconds, I could see the longing in them, and my struggle not to show how jealous I was got a little harder.

- “So when was the last time you saw Chip?”- I asked and kept my eyes on her, reading her expressions. It took her a few extra seconds to stop staring at him to turn and look at me.

- “When I moved out of town when I was fifteen.”- she sighed and chuckled- “Seems it was a lifetime ago.”

- “Ok, here are your drinks,”- Chip appeared and smiled- “Plus, I ordered some more nachos, ‘cos I’m getting hungry.”- I chuckled and held his hand upon the table, playing with his fingers between mine. Chip looked at me and opened his mouth to say something when Anna interrupted him.

- “Remember that summer you broke your arm ‘cos you fell from the tree in Shawn’s backyard?”

And my husband laughed, forgetting what he was going to tell me.

I stood in front of the mirror and tried to fix my makeup. I looked tired. I was tired. It was Friday night, and I wasn’t twenty-three anymore. I was weary, and all I could think of was getting into my bed with my husband and getting good twelve-hour sleep.

But he and Anna were still talking and having a blast together, remembering the good old times. Now, if you ask me, I had the feeling Anna wanted to do more than just talking to my husband, but he was oblivious to any of her intentions. That was until I walked out of the bathroom and saw Anna’s arm wrapped around Chip as they were dancing.

She was dancing with my husband, and he was laughing. Ok, that hurt. It hurt a lot.

I sat at our table and drank what was left of my drink. I stared at them for a moment and evaluated my options. I could storm out of that place, maybe make a scene and yell. But no, I trusted my husband. I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt me or even cheat on me with her. No. He was naive and a little awkward. But by the way Anna’s hands moved on his body, clearly, she wasn’t naive at all.

- “Oh! I’m sorry!”- Anna said laughing when they reached back our table- “I just asked Chip to dance with me ‘cos I love that song.”

- “That’s ok”- I smiled at her and held my husband’s hand tight upon the table.

- “But Chip is such a great dancer! He really knows how to move!”- Anna was asking for it. She wanted to be smacked. But I behaved.

- “He really does,”- I answered and smiled

- “I hope you are not jealous!”- I turned to her and frowned, pretending to be confused

- “Of course not! Why would I?”

- “I don’t know! It’s just that… he was mine way before he was yours and…”

- “He isn’t mine”- I cut her off, and for once, my voice stopped being nice and friendly- “And he is definitely not yours. He is not a dog, Anna, he is a person, and the only owner of his soul is himself.”

Anna stared at me in silence, and Chip wide opened his eyes, surprised by my tone of voice.

- “What I’m trying to say is that… I met him when…”

- “I know what you are trying to imply Anna, you’ve been trying to do it ever since you sat at our table. You feel like you need to prove something, but you don’t. Really.”

Chip held my hand tight and kissed it sweetly. He didn’t say anything to me. He just looked at me with apologetic eyes as I cut him a short smile.

- “Ok, I think I better go now”- Anna stood up and just waved- “It was great seeing you again, Chip.”

My husband smiled and waved as Anna walked away. Then, when he was sure she had left the place, he turned to me. I sipped what was left of my drink and sighed.

- “Sorry if I was rude”- my words were a whisper only Chip could hear.

- “No, moonbeam. You weren’t rude at all. I’m sorry.”

- “Chip Taylor, you didn’t do anything wrong”- I leaned and kissed his lips softly, cupping his face with both hands.

- “I feel like I did.”

- “No, boo, really. She was… clearly trying to get under your belt.”

- “I shouldn’t have danced with her, but she pushed me...”- Chip excused himself and kissed my hand again, as I still held his face and caressed her cheeks with my thumbs.

- “Yeah, you should work on that “No” thing a little harder,”- I whispered and chuckled.

- “Sorry if she made you feel jealous. I had a huge crush on her when we were kids.”

- “She said she was your first kiss”- Chip opened my mouth, but no word came from it for a few seconds.

- “Funny, I told her that just ‘cos she said I was her first kiss, but actually my first kiss was with her cousin Alice.”

I couldn’t hold back the laughter as Chip looked at me with guilty eyes as if that was the biggest secret he had about his past.

- “Well, I bet if I run, I can still catch her!! I need to tell her the news!!”- I said and stood up, just to feel Chip’s arms around me, protectively.

- “Let her think that. We all know who all my kisses belong to now.”

Chip held me tight and close to him as his lips rubbed mine slowly. I felt my head spin as his tongue slowly touched mine, deepening the kiss. I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of Chip’s sweet and passionate kiss. He made sure to make me feel how much he loved him every time he kissed me. In a weird way, Chip’s kisses always felt like our first and last. I think he was always trying to show me his feelings, ‘cos his previous trauma taught him he didn’t know when a kiss could be the last.

- “I love you so much, Mrs. Taylor,”- he whispered, and the title made my knees feel weak- “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

- “I love you more, Mr. Taylor,”- I replied and kissed his lips sweetly one more time- “And just between you and me, I am completely yours.”- I confessed and giggled nervously.

- “I am yours too, moonbeam. You own my heart, and I only want you.”- he whispered and kissed me one more time.

- “You just want me?”- I repeated, and he nodded, looking into my eyes filled with love- “Of all those women who wanna do you, you just want me?”

- “Which women?”- he asked me, clearly confused

- “A lot of women out there keep giving you the fuck eyes.”

- “What?! No way”

- “Do you think Kim invited you to her house for a small get-together? She wanted to get under your belt, penguin.”

- “But I am your penguin, that means I am not looking for any other woman. I just want you.”

- “Just me,”- I repeated again, and he nodded.

- “Just you, Mrs. Taylor”- I sighed, pleased, and closed my eyes for a second “Wanna go home?”

- “You still have to dance with me,”- I pouted, and he held my hand.

- “Whatever my wife wants.”

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kneamet · 4 years ago

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A 16-year-old reader is kidnapped by Jonathan Pine from school. He tells her that she will be trapped in his room until she is of age. Then they'll get married. Until then, she will fall in love with him. She says no one is going to marry the missing girl. Jonathan then takes out the false passport he has prepared for her.

Trigger Warning: obsession, yandere

Word Count: 1438

Character: Jonathan Pine/reader

Summary: you are 16 years old and you live a normal life, completely unaware of the adult person who is obsessed with you

POV Your

"Bye, F/N!" you shouted goodbye to your beloved friend, smiling, but slightly stooping because of the heavy backpack.

In response, the guy just waved at you with his left hand from the black car driven by his mother and closed the tinted window, still smiling a toothy smile.

You grinned at yourself. He was so sweet. So charming that it was impossible not to smile. Turning on the white envelopes in the opposite direction from the car that only recently left, you went to fill your home.

You sighed. Today was a tough day. Probably one of the heaviest that only exist. You were already very tired from yesterday, and today there were two tests on subjects that you don't understand.

Feeling very tired, you could barely move your legs. But you'll have to go, because your parents can't pick you up, because they work, and it's a long way to go home. And why are others being taken away? That's fair! Where is the justice?

You looked around quickly. Now you were on the street where the houses were built right next to each other. You used to come here a lot, and it was very surprising not to see Mrs. Fryer, who was usually smoking on the balcony of her rented house at this time.

But surprisingly, she wasn't there. Where could this old lady have gone? After all, she almost never leaves the house, taking care only of her pets. Or maybe she's looking for new tenants?

You chuckled slightly and turned your gaze to the other street. Here in this house lived a crazy old man who liked to talk about UFOs, aliens and all that. And how did they not take him to the madhouse yet? Oh, yes, he also liked to run in the street in his underpants.

When this happened, you just rolled your eyes and said hello, just passed on. Nothing to disturb a sick person with. Although, to be honest, he was a good conversationalist.

You smiled again, lowering your head down and looking at the sidewalk, which was very wet. I didn't really want to think about my neighbors on the street. Suddenly, F/N took over your thoughts. You couldn't help but smile again.

F/N. Your friend. Best friend. Probably one of the best people there is. It's just unbearably interesting. You can talk to him about everything: about the books you read together, about the movies or TV shows you watched, even about clothes!

And yet sometimes you didn't understand why he chose to be friends with you right from the very beginning of school. After all, in fact, you were no different. Well, maybe I just thought a little differently from your classmates, but basically...

Before you could finish the thought, you suddenly felt something clamped over your mouth. It felt like it was a rag. However, what was that tart and ugly smell?

Suddenly, you felt like your body was wrapped in someone's big arms and someone's adult body was pressed against you. Judging by the reliefs, it's male.

Your eyes widened and you tried to break free from the grip of your hands and tried not to breathe. However, you couldn't do that either, so you had to inhale the suffocating smell, accepting the inevitable.

"We'll get along, my sweet Juliet," a quiet, calm baritone murmured in the back of his mind.

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It was nice to wake up. At least, that's what you thought, since the bed was very comfortable and soft. It was even bliss. Yawning, you rolled onto your side. However, since when is your bed so soft?

"You're finally awake, my sweet Juliet," came a familiar yet frightening voice from your right, and you opened your sleepy eyes in horror, feeling your pulse quicken and your breathing become faster and faster. "I've been waiting for you to open your cute eyes."

A silent cry escaped from your mouth and you tried to get up, crawling on the bed to the left side. However, it didn't save you. Your eyes only widened further when your sleep-soaked eyes were soaked and you could see normally again.

In front of you, sitting straight on a chair, with a straight posture and not even a bit of a slouch, was a very handsome man. His blue eyes, in a soft interest and, you unfortunately did not understand what it was for the feeling, looked at you, accompanying your every movement. His thin lips were slightly parted, but no teeth were visible. His hair was in order, but only slightly tangled in some places. He was wearing a blue flannel shirt with very small patterns and dark brown trousers.

The man, smiling, only moved closer to you. Despite the fact that he was very handsome, he is also scared of you. What were you doing here anyway?

Was he a murderer? Or worse, a rapist?! No! No, no, no! You're not even eighteen yet!

Something must be done. Urgently. I didn't really want to be alone with this man. No, if he'd been younger and hadn't kidnapped you, he might have been your mate, but that's not how life works.

"Who are you? What am I doing here?" you screamed, feeling your heart beat very fast. You could feel your hands sweating from the experience of the unknown. What if this man kills you? Or worse, rape her and then kill her?

"I'm Jonathan Pine, my sweet Juliet, nice to meet you," he said, nodding his head and still smiling creepishly, and perhaps even a little prettily, creepishly.

That didn't suit you. I needed answers. Better yet, you needed something heavy. Something that can hit or knock a person out.

Your eyes darted around the room. It was simple, but for some reason you didn't notice the window. Are you in the basement? But then why is the room so well furnished, even if it is simple? The usual white bed, made up, on which you were now lying, a wardrobe and a TV opposite, and also a small shelf with books and CDs. TV shows? Perhaps, at least some plus.

"You won't find anything here that can help you escape," you were puzzled... Jonathan? Yes, Jonathan. You turned your head to look at him, and when he saw that he had your attention again, he said: : "So you'll stay in this room until you're of age, and then we'll get married!" with a happy intonation, he exclaimed, smiling. Do you have any idea how happy we'll be when you fall in love with me?"

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POV Jonathan

She was here. She was right in front of him. His sweetheart. His angel. His beautiful Juliet. She was so sweet in her confusion and innocence. So cute and disheveled.

Jonathan was deeply attracted to her, though at first he didn't understand how it was possible. Why did he fall in love with a teenager? Why this particular girl who was now looking at him so innocently?

Why couldn't he find a girl who looked like Sophie? Why couldn't he find a girl that would be similar to the jet? But no, the agent managed to fall in love with a teenager.

He liked the look of her: soft, he was sure of it, hair that was a little messy, beautiful eyes that you could drown in, and of course a beautiful body. A body that speaks of what a Goddess she is in her soul. The most beautiful body.

Surprisingly, he had never felt this way about Sophie. That yes. He did not particularly like her body, because it was no longer clean, but had been defiled by another man, a man who should not even walk on the ground.

And here's his sweet Juliet... No, it was completely different. Her body was pure, innocent, and beautiful. The most beautiful body that can exist.

"Are you crazy? Here, answer me honestly? Are you sure you're sane?" Juliet exclaimed, and he winced. He loved her screams, because he didn't understand their meaning. Why yell if you can calmly clarify the situation? "Who will marry the missing girl?" as if mocking him, Juliet confirms, looking at him with wide and frightened eyes, and snapping like a lion in a cage.

"Juliet, you're going too far, don't shout..."

"Stop calling me that fucking nickname, you fucking freak!" his Juliet screamed again, to which he only sighed and grabbed the documents lying on the next chair, which his beloved would use, and opened them, turning them to face her.

"My dear Juliet, please, really, don't. It's not worth it..."

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writinglionqueen · 5 years ago

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Thistle

Summary: Drew McIntyre is a rich businessman and the reader is a sugar baby. She likes to tease her Daddy until he gets home to take care of his little princess. A thistle flower smells so sweet…if you dare get close to her thorns. Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader Word Count: 4,626 Warnings: smut, sugar baby au, daddy kink (ultimate daddy kink), so...a bunch of smut. Special Thanks: To my inspiration and motivation to writing fanfic @writing-reigns! Happy birthday lovely! Thanks for being my shining light and the person who influenced me into posting my works online. This one is for you because I love you. Thank you for sticking with me always. You are an amazing friend. ~Bri💛🖤

~18+ only please. Smut below the cut~

Sometimes, being a tease is the best part of your job. Well, when it’s a client like Drew McIntyre. There’s more of a thrill to tease the Scotsman...why....well;

You could blame it on the fact that he’s probably one of your more attractive clients, if not the most attractive.

You could blame it on his 9 to 5 job; leaving you waiting and wanting in his home until he gets back. Which was great for you. You had time to kill. You had time to plan. You had time to tease.

And Drew....he was none the wiser...even by now. He should know his little Princess’ habits and antics. Whether you were a brat or not. By now, he should know so he’s really much to blame. Which lead you to your current situation.

You smiled to yourself as you tried to get the angle of your phone just right to snap a picture of the lingerie set you had slipped into. Something black. Something with lace. Nothing to fancy. Nothing to simple either. You looked like money and that’s what you liked.

Drew also liked it but, then again, he likes you in anything; whether he buys it for you, whether it’s something classy or lewd and provocative, he likes it.

Obviously, he always liked you in the pretty little lingerie sets you buy yourself. But more so the lingerie sets he buys for you. He buys them because he wants to see you in them. He’s already imagined how you looked in them, but he wants those little daydreams to come to life and sit on his lap, rock and roll for him while moaning his name.

However, while he’s away, his little minx liked to play. Teasing him was always fun and easy. It didn’t take much. You gave him cute little morning pictures that were very tasteful and cute...until you’ve already had lunch and you knew the man wouldn’t be back for several more hours.

You knew what would get his mind racing, get him hard at work, and get him to absolutely ruin you when he gets home.

So, sending him a picture of you wearing the cute lace he’d bought you, sporting makeup and a pout and asking when he’ll get home, like you didn’t know, got your heart racing as well. You could feel the slick start to dampen the lace of the panties you wore. But that was the point. That was the game. Two had to play.

And play they did.

6 like always, princess.

The text was quick. The text held the little nickname he gave you when you knew you were going to get it. It made you shiver in lusty anticipation.

And make sure you’re wearing that when Daddy gets home.

Your heart leapt in anticipation and you couldn’t help but smile at the text you received.

You were going to get it. You were definitely going to get it.

The thought of what Drew must be trying to do to not try and peek at the photo you sent, to make it less obvious that his cock was hard in his pants for the rest of the day -come on, he must’ve been- because he had hours to cultivate what he planned to do to you when he gets home. You had the same amount of time to make a worthy excuse and make up for it.

You set out to rectify it...the only way you knew how. You stayed in the little lingerie set, only covered by a robe as you lounged around his place. You made sure you told your other, few clients that you were going to be busy for the next couple of days. If Drew was going to be in a mood when he got home....you were sure to need the recovery time.

Drew paid you handsomely for the time you spent either with him or in his home so you couldn’t complain about not being able to see other clients. Not that you had a whole lot of other clients either because of Drew. Not that he got jealous...but...he can...it was beside the point. Drew always paid you well enough to exceed what you would need for rent money, but he would pay you well enough to have money to practically spend on whatever you wanted. It was a nice deal so you couldn’t be upset at not being able to see your few, other clients.

Drew was hotter anyway...much better in bed, a lot more experienced and way more into your pleasure above his own...plus...he wasn’t into fucked up shit like one of your other clients are. It always made you shudder to think about.

However, Drew was amazing. Every aspect of him was amazing; his looks, his accent, his bank account, his size.

Which was why you liked being around him longer. So, taking these couple of days to spend some time with him was going to be the best thing for you, even if you had to wait for the Scotsman who was stewing in lust, as were you.

You tried going about your day like you usually would, but you had to stop every now and again because the anticipation that thrummed through you made you shiver in delight. The thought of Drew coming home to find you, with his sexy shit-eating grin and all, made your body downright shake. Any thought of Drew always made you quiver.

Especially knowing there was a bit of a punishment coming your way tonight.

You felt the hot slick coating the lace of the panties you wore...and it didn’t lessen as time progressed through the day. Eating lunch was hard because you just couldn’t sit still. Even as you wrapped yourself in an outrageously expensive silk robe, it didn’t lessen the torture you were providing for yourself.

You knew what Drew would do. Teasing and frustrating little ministrations until you beg him to fuck you. That’s what he wants. It’s always what he wants. He wants you begging and needy under him. He liked you needy. You were more vocal when you were needy.

The torture got to a point that you even leaned against the polished marble island counter to cool yourself off. You wouldn't even try to touch yourself. Not yet. You didn't want the anticipation to lessen. The cold of the stone was helping, though, that was until your phone buzzed. You looked to the device, finding a text from Drew telling you he was just getting out of the office. You looked at the text with a smile before your teeth sunk into your bottom.

God, you couldn’t wait for him to get home.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself as you slipped your eyes clothes to imagine what his reaction would be once he was through the door.

He could be stoic and calm when he punishes you for sending him those pics....

Or....

He could be downright feral, full of grunts and growls and pent up sexual frustration.

Either way....it was going to lead to mind blowing sex that would leave you sore in a good way. Bow-legged and feeling him for the next day and a half...if you were that lucky.

Sighing, you pushed yourself away from the island counter. You rounded it to scrounge up some wine. Something sweet to settle your mood so you were more mellow.

You poured yourself a quick glass to sip on while you paced the expensive house. You’ve seen a lot of the house already, but you liked to imagine spending your time with Drew in every room. Especially while you wear what you currently had on.

So far, your favorite rooms were the library and the office. You liked Drew’s extensive book collection for one....but he’s also had fucked you against his desk before. You were never going to forget that night. Which is where your feet took you, into his little office space, complete with his desk and a few bookcases of old looking books. You felt along the polished mahogany of the desk, smiling because you knew which drawer holds the tie he used to bound your wrists together. You longed to do it again.

You downed the rest of your wine, settling the glass on the desk. One of Drew’s cleaning ladies would take care of it. You would’ve done it yourself but....you wanted to bask in the thoughts of wanting another office time with Drew.

You heard the front door open and your heart kickstarted into action.

“Princess?” his voice called out throughout his home and you hustled yourself down to greet him. Your silk robe flowed behind you as you loosened it at the cleavage, trying to be a tease before Drew could even get his hands on you. You moved around a corner of the hallway that lead off the entryway to find your Scotsman there.

He looked good, as always. He wore a light blue dress shirt covered in a navy suit with his matching navy dress pants and his black dress shoes. His long, dark hair was tied back neatly, and you couldn’t wait to feel his hair between your fingers. The only thing “out of place” was his dress shirt. The top two buttons were undone, and he forgone a tie. So, there was the tantalizing view of his tan skin, just waiting for you.

You smiled at him before you moved into his body, feeling his strong arms wrap around you.

“Hi Daddy,” you said innocently while your arms wrapped around his neck and he leant in to kiss you. You let him but, at the same time, you felt his large hand slip across the silk robe to cup your backside. A gasp left your lips.

“Hi baby,” he murmured while smirking down at you; his dimple prominent. “Are we still wearing those knickers?” You smiled at him, catching the way his wondering grey eyes took in your form.

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” you said to him, running a hand down from his neck to tease at the open part of his dress shirt.

His head tilted in playful curiosity as he used a hand to untie the silk robe. His eyes were focused on the way the material fell open, revealing the lace that clung to your body. Drew said nothing but you caught the way his tongue poked out to wet his lips for only a sliver of a second. His large hand moved to cup your hip, drawing his thumb across your hip bone as he took in all of you.

“Damn, princess,” he said in awe. His voice had gotten deep with lust and you shivered in its aftermath. His hand moved around your hip to cup your ass. “I knew this set would look amazing on you. I didn't realize it would look downright perfect on you.” Your cheeks heated at that. Drew was a man who lived to compliment and spoil you. It was amazing to hear his praises for you.

He leaned down to kiss along your neck as his large hand danced across your skin. His fingers skimmed the lace, leading to the front before he cupped your sex through the lace at the same moment he nipped at a sensitive spot.

A gasp left you before a whimper tumbled after as his large fingers felt at the dampened spot of the panties.

“You’re so wet,” he commented. “Have you been waiting like this since you took those pictures for me, little one?” You nodded. Your voice was going to fail you if you tried to tell him. Drew hummed against your skin as his thick finger pressed against your clit through the lace of the panties. Your hips buckled but Drew was quick to hold you, tightly, around the waist. You were panting, holding onto Drew with your face tucked under his chin as he continued to rub you out.

With a growl, Drew stopped to grip you by the back of the thighs before lifting you up. You whimpered as you wrapped your legs around his waist and held him close. You tried to rut against the prominent bulge you can feel through his pants. Drew carried you to his room before depositing you on the grand bed. He smirked down at you, lifting the left side of his mouth, making his dimple prominent as he looked down your lace and silk covered form. Under his watchful eyes, you rubbed your thighs together and across the soft sheet, reveling in the way they felt against your sensitive skin. Your fingers toyed at the silk robe and the lace of your bra. It caught Drew’s eyes.

Good.

He tilted his head back just a bit.

“Take it off for me, princess,” he said to you. “Put on a show for Daddy.”

You smiled at him as he took a step back. You rose to your knees. With light touches across your heated skin, you teased yourself as you slid the silk robe off your form. It fell away to gather at your knees, but you didn’t stop there. Oh no. You rose a hand to cup the back of your head as your other hand roamed down the front of the lace bra, across your tummy and down past the lace knickers to feel at your thigh, close to where you were soaking wet for Drew’s attention.

You made your hands trade places, not lifting either from your skin though. You let them slide down your skin, thinking in the back of your head that they were Drew’s hands on you.

“Come on, little one, take it all off,” Drew urged you. You didn’t realize you slipped your eyes closed until you, smirked and looked up at Drew. Slowly, though, you slipped your hands to the clasp of the bra. You slowly unhooked it, making Drew wait and be patient as you held the cup of the bra, so it didn’t slip off completely.

Biting your lip, you let the lace bra fall to the bed. Your eyes went to ensure Drew was watching while you uncovered yourself for him. He gave an appreciative hum and his lips twitched into a smirk. A smile graced your lips as you reached your hands up to cup and play with your breasts. You squeezed the supple flesh, letting your mouth fall open and a soft ‘oh’ to leave your parted lips before you pinched and rolled your left nipple. Drew’s smirk only grew, but you knew you had to move on.

You still wanted the thing you sought for when you sent him those naughty pictures.

Slowly, you released your breasts and ran your hands down your sides while your hips swayed from side to side, slowly. You dipped your thumbs into the waist band of the lace panties before you started to roll the panties down just a bit. Teasingly, though, you pulled them back up with a giggle. A shiver sparked down your spine because you heard Drew growl at that.

“Enough teasing, princess,” Drew said to you. “Let me see the mess you made.” That made your heart skip a couple of beats and a gasp to tumble from your lips. With excitement shaking you to your core, you reached for the waistband of the lace once more to draw the material down your thighs.

Drew gave a sudden curse. He could see your panties glistening with the wet mess you left in them. You smirked at him as you removed the panties from your legs.

“Jesus Christ, baby girl,” Drew said in awe. “Looks like you worked yourself up for me.” You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle as you waited for Drew to give you your next bit of instructions. Drew moved closer to the bed while he started to slide off his overcoat. “Why don’t you play with yourself for Daddy? Let me see how wet you are for me.”

You were quick to comply to his wish. You wasted no time in lying back against the bed, a smirk on your features as you spread your legs for Drew. With nimble, shaky fingers, you teased your clit, watching the Scotsman undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one. He watched you play with yourself; a smirk toyed at his lips and made his dimple prominent. He moved closer to the bed, making no move to fully take off his dress shirt or pants.

A thought raced through your mind and sent a thrill throughout your body as he didn't even try to take off his pants; did he plan to fuck you with his clothes still on?

“No,” you whined, batting your foot against his clothed thigh. “Take it all off.” Drew smiled.

“Princess,” Drew teased you, pulling the ends of his shirt from his dress pants. “You teased me at work. Sent me naughty pictures. What makes you think I don’t get to tease you now?” You said nothing at that. So, his punishment for you was to tease you, not getting the things you want...he was evil.

You gave a whine, spreading your legs a little more, toying your clit to watch his storm-grey eyes peer down at your self-ministrations.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” you said. “I just thought you liked it when I wear my lingerie.” This was a simple game you were playing. Play around with him to get exactly what you wanted. Give him what he wanted so you can get what you desired from him. Which was saying sorry now, ask him nicely to get his clothes off, be good so he’ll fuck you.

Drew smirked.

He knew your game well. He reached for your leg, gripping you by the ankle to pull you to the end of the bed where he was standing. A gasp left you as you slid across the sheets. He made sure to situate your legs on either side of his broad hips while he stood at the edge of the bed.

“Oh, I love you in lingerie, princess,” Drew said. “But, sending me pictures while I’m at work...now that was you being a brat. What makes you think I’m going to give you what you want when you were being naughty?”

“I’ll be good,” you said with a pout, jutting out your bottom lip in mock innocence. Drew leaned over you, pressing his large hands down against the bed, both on either side of your head.

“Should’ve been good to start out with, princess,” he teased before one of his hands lifted, trailing down your body before he freed his cock from his pants, gripping it in a firm hand. A whimper left you as he stroked the tip along your slick folds, bumping your fingers out of the way. He pressed his cock against your soaking slit, and you felt your body ease him in slowly because of how wet you were. The feeling of his thick shaft slipping inside of you made your toes curl, make your whimper catch in your throat, and made your thighs tense around his waist.

“Now,” Drew grunted before he bottomed out inside of you. His large hips pressed against yours as you took all of him. “If you make a mess on these pants, little one, I’m gonna take you over my knee.” You shivered at that. Your cunt clenched around Drew who growled at the pleasure of it. “Understand?” You nodded.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, knowing he wanted to hear you say it. Drew smirked down at you, rolling his hips against yours so you could feel his cock shift deep within you. It felt like your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the feeling of being so full.

“Good girl,” he murmured before rolling his hips away, before shoving himself forward. You let out a strangled whimper to feel him so deep inside of you.

“Oh, Daddy,” you bit out a whimper. Drew growled quietly as his hips started to pump a steady rhythm into you. It started to rock the bed. It started to make your body jolt and jump. Your breasts bouncing ever so slightly with every thrust.

“You like that princess?” he asked, stilling himself when he was pressed as deep as he could go inside of you. The wet noise of your cunt made you clench your eyes closed, ignoring the roaring sound of endorphin-filled blood rush to your ears because you were absolutely filled by Drew. You pawed at Drew’s chest, your fingers trying to splay against the furred skin, trying to hold onto something, anything, to make you feel grounded. So, the pleasure didn’t build up too fast and you’d become Drew’s naughty girl again. You wanted to be good now. You didn’t want to cum without permission. Especially as he started up his rhythm again, like he never lost it.

But Drew scooped your wrists up in a large hand before pinning them above you head. A whine left you as you tried to writhe in his hold, effectively lost in the pleasure of his hips rutting into yours. But you wanted more. You always did. Being the teasing brat you were, there was more to be had in this situation.

“Daddy let me touch you,” you cried to Drew. Your eyes opened to see his smirking face as he fucked down into you. “Please, please, please, please.” You begged on every thrust. “Please I’ll be a good girl. Let me touch you.” Drew’s smirk was devilish. It made your head spin. Drew let your wrists go in a moment and you didn’t waste a second. You reached out to feel at the open slit of Drew’s shirt. Your fingered at his heated skin before your hands roamed up to Drew’s head. With quick ease, you pulled the hair tie keeping his hair in a ponytail, allowing the dark strands to cascade down so you can feel it.

But a harsh thrust against your g-spot made you curl your fingers in his hair, gripping them and pulling. You let out a whining gasp and Drew growled. With your head thrown back in pleasure as the Scotsman above you rammed into your g-spot over and over again, he took advantage of your exposed flesh, to nip and suck and mark your skin.

Usually you had a rule against hickeys....but everything has always been thrown out of the window if Drew was involved. Your hands released some of his hair, but they moved down to the back of his neck and to the collar of his shirt. You gave little whimpers and whines as you tried to push the material off the man above you.

Drew growled as he stopped mid-thrust. Your hands fell away from his collar as he went to straighten up. The Scotsman pushed off the shirt before fixing your legs around his hips.

“Daddy,” you whined, “take your pants off.” Drew smirked. Instead of giving you what you want, the man pushed himself inside of you and stilled there. One of his large hands pressed under your hips and moved you across the bed so he could crawl onto the duvet as well. Drew elevated your hips just slightly, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist as he started up his rhythm once more. “Fu-uck!” The new position allowed the Scotsman to rut against your g-spot while he brought his thumb to stroke your clit. Your hips went wild for it; rocking up to meet his hips and hand, again and again. Gasps fell from your lips as your eyes clenched shut in pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes....please Daddy?”

“What is it you want, baby girl?” Drew asked you. There was teasing uplift in his voice. Like he was amused by your begging nature.

You knew what you wanted. It’s what you always wanted; more.

“Please.....faster. Please fuck me faster.”

“Always so needy for Daddy,” Drew said down to you. But his hips picked up speed like you wanted them to. You cried out, reaching for Drew and he bent down to hover over you. You grabbed at his shoulders, trying to just hold on. “Look at you.” His husky voice made you shudder down the length of our spine. With your heart hammering away and your body trembling with your building pleasure, your head spun. You probably looked so fucked out, with the sweat that glistened on your body, your eyes unable to keep open as Drew fucked down into you.

Euphoria roared in your ears, swam in the fog of your sensual contentment, lit your nerves on a live wire of ecstasy that had you singing and whimpering under Drew.

Your tummy kept clenching and unclenching in your pleasure that was building and building to a jumping point, one you wanted to run to head on. Drew just had to get you there. You were so close.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered out, looking up onto the storm-grey eyes of Drew. He smirked.

“Are you, Princess?” Drew asked. “You’re gonna cum for me?” You could only nod, clenching your hands against the strong muscles of Drew’s shoulder. The pleasure felt like it was crawling up your throat, forming into a whine that tried to escape but was cute off by a cry as Drew nipped at your collarbones with a growl. “Then cum for me. Cum for me right now, baby girl.” With a whimpering cry, you let go, letting your pleasure wash over you and crash through you.

Your climax drawing your body taught around him, your spine and back lifting off the bed as Drew growled and fucked you through it.

“Daddy,” you cried to him. “Daddy please cum.” You watched the Scotsman’s eyes clench shut as he did such that. A groan left his lips while his heat seeped inside of you.

The man gave you a few more thrusts before stilling above you. It left the two of you panting, the two of you feverish as you tried to calm down.

With quiet ease, Drew pulled out of you, leaving you whimpering atop the duvet. Drew moved off the bed quickly before stripping himself of his pants. He went to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. With a happy sigh, you slipped your eyes closed. You listened to the tap running from the bathroom’s sink for only a moment before the bed dipped and Drew was there, wiping you down. You watched him as he did so, his hair fell into his face until he was finished. He flung the washcloth he used to the floor before flicking his hair back out of his face. He looked to you with a soft smile before he settled beside you in bed.

You were quick to curl into his side, throwing your leg over him. His hands fell on your hips while you tucked your head under his chin.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured to Drew, giggling after. “Guess I'll send you more pictures if it means you’ll come home and fuck just like this.” Drew chuckled. It was deep and it made you shiver.

“Don’t forget, princess, I can and will put you over my knee if you do, and teach you a lesson, the hard way,” Drew said to you. Even as your eyes closed, you smiled instead. You knew he was good for his word.

“Ooh,” you teased. “I’m scared.” Drew’s chest jumped with a laugh and he squeezed your hip.

“Believe me, my Thistle,” Drew said to you, using a nickname he only uses when you really pushed his buttons. “You should be.” You bit your lip.

Your Daddy was good to his word.

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Hello, my dear readers!

So, I’ve been a little missing in action this week, haven’t I? Well, I can’t say much on the topic without losing my job... Let’s just say, there may or may not be a debut in the works for a few of the kids at the company I work for. This means I’m spread out fairly thin and working at weird hours of the night on minimal sleep, so please be patient with me as I try and balance my job and this blog!

Enough about me. It’s been almost a week since the MGA’s episode four, and boy do I have some things to say.

Let’s start with Team A as usual. I had mixed feelings about this team, mostly because I’ve never tried to hide my disliking of a certain member here. While he turned me off of the group, I still do especially enjoy the rest of the members! In the last episode, we really got to see Jinhee shine as a dancer and leader, but with this performance, I realized that her vocal ability is really average… I guess it’s okay because she’s such an extraordinary dancer. I was shocked with her wig though; was she trying to be Hannah Montana or something? It was kind of lame. If you’re going to go for pink hair, commit to it like Junmyeon and Jonghyun did instead of doing some odd wig show. I’ll be honest, a lot of this team didn’t leave an impression on me, which is sad because last week I mentioned how amazed I was by Jeno and Hyunjin’s dancing. There was nothing special about the choreography. I have to say though, Hyunjin articulates very maturely for such a young kid. His speech inspired me, and if he were to grow older and join an idol group, that’s some leader-worthy pep talks right there. He also pulled off a tough rap decently, so I think I like this kid. I was relieved when Jeno was eliminated rather than him (sorry, Lee Jeno!) I thought Jonghyun should have been the one to go home instead, but I’m not exactly going to she tears over the decision.

Team B was… such a mess. While Guanlin was cute with his heavy accent, he impressed me with how much his pronunciation while rapping had improved. It wasn’t perfect, but it was certainly better than before (and maybe even better than my Korean had been within the first few months of moving here). Kim Bora really deserved the leader title here, and I hate this whole “leaders can’t be repeated” because obviously, if you appoint someone who’s unfit to lead, your team is screwed. God, my blood has never boiled more than when I saw Junhoe’s attitude. Being a group leader is no joke, but he treated it as if it didn’t matter? I wanted to slap him and send him off the show. When you’re an idol, you can’t act like that, especially in the public eye. There’s a fine line between being mysterious and being a dick, and he crossed that by miles. I’m happy Bora whipped him into shape, but even then, to me it felt like he was trying to have all the spotlight. Besides that, I felt bad for Donghyun and I hope his foot is okay. He really can’t dance though, so thank God they did an easier choreography (yet he still managed to mess that up but whatever). Oh, I almost forgot to mention Wonwoo LOL! Seriously, he got no screen time and he has negative stage presence, so can you blame me? I was hoping for him to get eliminated this week, but then this team ranked 3rd… I was disappointed. I don’t think that weak performance deserved to rank that high. The song choice was fun though.

Team C… Okay, this is going to sound real bitchy, but like, has anyone else noticed how weirdly Yoongi talks? It stuns me every time, and I know it’s not his fault, but sometimes I just want to plug my ears when he opens his mouth. I was pleasantly surprised, though, to see him evolve from an awkward guy begging Hyuna for help, to a proper leader. Though, she carried him through it like a baby, but still, he was standing on his own two legs by the end. Speaking of Hyuna, can she just stick to rapping instead of mediocre singing? I know people were freaking out about it but she’s really just… LOL. I’m really glad Minhyung got eliminated this week. Compared to the rest of his team, he’s so lacking, and I hate using age as an excuse, but he was too young and immature to be in the competition. There are others around the same age, but they have mental maturity, whereas this kid runs out when he gets frustrated? He would never last long in the industry with that mindset. I hope he fixes that before trying again. Other than that, you know I just have to comment on Kim Doyeon. She looks like a natural on stage, and she really has it all: a pretty face, perfect proportions, charisma, vocal ability, and she’s a good dancer. Share that, please, Doyeon? As for Moon Bin, I think he deserved more screen time. Maybe he’s just boring, I don’t know, but I was sad. He has a lovely voice and stage presence. MNET, do the kid some justice!

You guys probably know that one of my least favourite contestants was in Team D. Yes, I’m talking about Minatozaki Sana, and this episode really didn’t give her a redemption arc in my heart. She still has an attitude about losing out to someone else on her team and doesn’t even try to hide it. It just makes the whole team atmosphere feel awkward when she sulks, and it made me uncomfortable to watch. Even when Haknyeon tried to cheer up (so sweet, by the way, and was he flirting a little or am I imagining things?) she was so… I don’t want to dislike her. Sana is a good dancer, but she just feels really fake and bratty. Pfft, and MNET tried to edit Yerim to have that personality but they edit Sana so you feel bad for her. I won’t be fooled though. This team also had another case of poor leadership. Jungkook had the title, but he treated it exactly like that—as if it was only a title and didn’t hold any responsibility. I’m pretty sure I said this last time, too, but he has no stage presence whatsoever! As a dancer, that’s so vital, and it’s probably the biggest flaw to have. I wasn’t surprised to see him eliminated. Oh, and Choi Youngjae… He’s such a good vocalist, but he can’t dance, so I wonder why the team chose such a dance-centered song. On a happier note, Longguo’s cat is so cute. Him and Haknyeon being cat ladies made me smile because it’s so relatable and their friendship is adorable. I really like Joo Haknyeon. He’s a flower, quite fitting with the concept. Not only was he a sweetheart to every contestant on the team, but he also gave his best. Even though his nose bled, he kept practicing by himself to make sure his performance was perfect. I’m amazed.

I don’t really have much to say about Team E. They barely had any screen time. There wasn’t anything memorable from these participants (whether scandalous or not), despite the fact that they chose such a powerful song. Maybe that’s where they went wrong. Choi Yoojung danced and rapped well, Kyungri held her own while dancing and singing. Lee Luda was really naive at the beginning, thinking the dance would be easy. At least she wasn’t the worst dancer in the group though—I think she’s rather average, enough to blend in. Plus, she doesn’t need to dance when she can sing like a goddess. Taehyung was really lacking. He was an okay leader, but all he can do is rap. His dancing was atrocious; why did he agree to such a hard choreography anyways? Personally, I think he should have been eliminated instead of Juyeon, because out of everyone, Juyeon was the most well balanced in every aspect. I’m sad to see him go, and I wish him the best of luck.

Can we just talk about Team F’s introduction? Ha Sungwoon called himself “bananappa” and that made me cringe so hard. Was he on crack? LOL kidding, but seriously. That’s so weird. His nickname aside, I think he made a really good leader. The thing with Sungwoon is that he really supplied a positive atmosphere with the group. Watching their interactions, you could see they were genuinely happy and friendly, whether they were practicing or not. It was quite refreshing, really, which I guess is why they gave themselves the name “Fresh and Fruity” or whatever it was. I’d like to see this group of people debut together, in all honesty. They have a good balance: Sungwoon as the main vocal and leader, Mingyu as the main rapper, Jinsoul and Yerim as lead vocals and dancers. It’s also a perfect ratio of females to males, so they could be kind of like the co-ed group KARD? Anyways, there’s not much to say about them because they were so good and I really enjoyed the performance (another story within a choreography, Sungwoon seems to be good at that). I definitely think they could have been third place; I don’t know what’s wrong with the CEO’s. The dance to Shine isn’t all that hard. Rather than being a good dancer, you just need charisma to pull off the trendy moves in the chorus, and everyone in this team (especially Jinsoul) have enough. Shout out to Yerim, though, who MNET decided not to evil edit this time, instead cutting her out completely. We see you and your hard work. All in all, I thought this team was doomed since Lee Minhyuk pulled out of the competition last minute (you’re really going to let your group members down? Okay), but they did well.

Buckle in for the wild ride that Team G will take you on. I really wasn’t ready. So, there’s an obvious elephant in the room: Lee Sungyeol. In my last post, I talked about how I thought he was too old to be an idol now, and I still stand by it. If anything, this episode only solidified my opinion. Really, what kind of an aspiring idol has a fucking kid? And he so shamelessly showed it off on television for the whole nation to see. Has anyone ever seen an idol that’s freshly debuted, have a toddler? It’s insane! If you have one, at least try to hide it. Already, his age sets him apart from everyone else, along with his lack of skill (Sungyeol is an average singer at best, he can’t dance, and he barely has stage presence). But like, dude, you really want to pursue a career as an idol when you have a kid to take care of? You’ll have no time for the kid, will barely see them, and idols don’t exactly make the most money unless you hit it big, which he definitely can’t do. You need a steady, reliable source of income or else your kid will suffer. Kick him out of the show already!

Now, we’ll tackle the next problem of this team: Kim Chungha. I was really rooting for her, but she’s not much different from Sungyeol. She so blatantly exposed her relationship with Koo Junhoe, as if she wanted to brag? I know she was crying and all, but at least call a female friend and vent! Or if it’s a male, let it be someone who’s not a contestant! Or vent away from the cameras—this is ridiculous. I’ve never been so speechless. And all this after seeing Junhoe’s slacking off makes me wonder, was he late because he was fucking Chungha in the bathroom or something? LOL! They both lost my support. Soojin was my favourite leader out of this episode; she showed dedication to helping Sicheng with his vocals, while still keeping it light and fun. She can dance and sing as well, which we all know I love a woman with many talents. Sicheng was a really good dancer as usual, and Somi too (both their vocals are still lacking though so I hope they work on that). The performance was good overall, so I’m okay with them ranking second. By them, I mean Sicheng, Somi, and Soojin: the three S’s. The other two are such a big NO from me.

I can’t dwell too much on Team H. Not only am I exhausted and sleep deprived, but my heart broke with this team (I think you guys know why). Yongsun seemed to be a really good leader. She’s very funny and likable, not afraid to make a joke out of her weakness in dancing. Plus, she’s one of the best female vocalists on this show. Her and Daniel dancing together was hilarious, I have to admit. They have good chemistry as, like, the Beagle Line of a group. I was also surprised that everyone on this team can play instruments? It’s a coincidence you don’t really expect, and the fact that they utilized this surprise is so surreal to me. I don’t know why. I think it’s because I have a thing for bassists and Kang Daniel plays the bass (what fate is this)? And the bass line for Deja Vu is so sensual��control yourself, Naomi! Can you imagine my reaction to Hyunjung and Daniel acting all cute and flustered together like some puppy love? I almost cried. Almost. Maybe if I learn to play an instrument he will love me too? No hard feelings though, Hyunjung. You’re too talented for me to hate, and you’re pretty. If you make Kang Daniel smile and I get to see that smile, that’s all that matters. Anyways lol that hug and his blush. Wow, the kids on the MGA’s are really acting wild, aren’t they? I hope they all clean up their acts, or at least make it less obvious, by the time they become idols. Overall, this team’s performance was good and faintly reminiscent of H.A.M, so I believe they deserve their title as first ranked for this week. It was something new, something unexpected, something covertly sexy that I really enjoyed (rest in peace to Minho, though, who got no screen time despite killing the rap, the dance, and being super attractive).

I guess that’s all for now, guys! I’ll try not to be as late with my next post, though I can’t make any promises with how hectic work is at the moment. This was also fairly rushed, but I hope it was worthwhile! If not… Well, then, feel free to exit my blog. To those that enjoyed my thoughts, feel free to follow me on twitter @naomiwj and send in your reactions, opinions, and/or fangirl with me !!!

Thanks for reading, fellow netizens! See you next week!

♕ Naomi Wang ♕

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parkerrogersgirl · 7 years ago

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Tempting Fate- Chapter 7

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2,558 (we’re super wordy sorry not sorry)

Warnings: swearing, cuteness

A/N: Hey, y’all! @sonofadeanwinchester and I decided it’d be cool if we wrote a series together. SO, HERE’S CHAPTER 3! Please, please, please give us feedback. Feedback is the glue that keeps the writers together. We need the feedback. Send either of us an ask, and we’ll just send each other screenshots. Or you can send it to both of us. Thanks, lovelies.

You excuse yourself from the table, grabbing your sister’s arm and taking her to the living room.

You hug her tightly, “okay, first of all, HI!!!”

She hugs you back, kissing your cheek, “god, I missed you!!”

You step out of the hug, crossing your arms while you look at her. “Second, what the hell was that about?”

“(Y/N), he BROKE you. I was the one who had to help you rebuild you after what he did to you. He LEFT you to go get famous.”

“He was just a kid then, Em. He’s different now. He’s an actual adult now. He knows he fucked up. We sat next to each other on the plane coming here from L.A., and we talked the whole way. I had no idea how bad he felt about it. We’re trying again.”

She groans, rubbing her temples with her fingers, “so you love him, huh?”

You nod, looking at her warily, “never stopped.”

She sighs, hugging you again, “I know, babe. And if you really love him, then I guess this is okay.”

You squeeze her, then let go, “can I go finish eating with my boyfriend now?”

She groans, “fine. Just no PDA, please?”

You wink as you walk out of the living room, “no promises.” You walk back into the kitchen and sit back down next to Seb, leaning over to kiss him deeply, and you giggle, “you taste like syrup.”

He laughs, kissing you back until you both hear a groan from the entryway, “wow I’ve been here for 5 minutes and you’re already back to your old ways.”

He stands up, walking over to and hugging your sister, spinning her in a sister, “EMILYYYYYYYY!!”

She laughs, smacking him, “Sebastian Stan I will kill you if you don’t put me down right now.”

He sets her down, arms raised in surrender.

You raise an eyebrow at her, “funny thing about that, Em. If you kill him, I kill you.’ Sebastian shakes his head, looking at your sister, “you haven’t changed at all.”

“Yeah, yeah, go eat with your girlfriend.”

He shrugs and sits back down and you finish eating while your sister gets some coffee. She sits down across the table, and you feel Seb’s hand on your thigh. You blush as he starts tracing circles on your leg, slowly creeping up your thigh. You reach down and move his hand, then excuse yourself to go get ready for the day. You walk back up to the guest bedroom, Sebastian following close behind. You walk over to your suitcase, trying to pick out clothes for the day. He closes the door behind him, and seconds later you feel his arms around your waist, and he’s kissing your neck.

“What do you think I should wear, Sebby?”

He smiles against your neck, as he does every time you use his special nickname, “you’ll look beautiful no matter what, darling.”

You roll your eyes, picking a pair of khaki shorts and a blue tank top. You walk back over to the bed and strip, putting on a sports bra before the rest of your clothes. Your standing in your bra and underwear when you feel Seb’s eyes on you.

“Can I help you?” You turn and face him, eyebrows raised.

“I don’t think we have enough time for what I’m thinking about.” He gestures to the tent in his pants.

You shake your head and finish getting dressed, trying not to laugh. You hear fabric swish behind you and turn, seeing Sebastian almost completely naked. You gawk at him for a minute, and he smirks at you, “see something you like, babe?”

“Seb, hurry up. We don’t have time for your shenanigans.”

“Shenanigans, eh?” He runs over and picks you up, tossing you onto the bed. He moves on top of you, kissing you roughly. You moan into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I thought you said we didn’t have time?”

“I said we don’t have time for shenanigans. I never mentioned making out,” you say with a wink.

You kiss him harder, biting his lip. He groans into the kiss, getting more passionate. You pull away for a second, fanning yourself with your hand, “if we don’t stop now, we won’t make it out of here for hours.”

He closes his eyes, “you’re right. It sucks, but you are right.” He kisses you softly one more time, then gets off the bed and finishes getting dressed. He’s wearing a blue Captain America t-shirt and khaki shorts.

You laugh, looking at him, “babe, are you trying to match colors with me?” He looks at his clothing selection, then back at you, then back at his clothes. “Well, I wasn’t, but now I want to. It’ll be cute.”

“Won’t someone recognize you? You’re making yourself a target with that shirt on.”

He shakes his head, “I’ve learned that if I wear Marvel stuff, people don’t recognize me because they don’t expect the actors to be wearing this stuff. Besides, I have ways to hide.”

You slip on your black TOMs, and Sebastian groans, “are you serious?” as he pulls a pair of black Sperrys out of his suitcase.

You grin at him, “I think fate is taking things a little too far.”

A few minutes later, you and Seb are downstairs with your mom and Gabe waiting for your sister.

“EMILY HURRY UP YOU’RE THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON GOING,” you yell.

“Why?” Seb asks, confused.

“Since she’s in the college program, she has 9 passes we can use. Well, I guess since there are four of us now we can only go for two days,” your mom explains.

He shakes his head, “I don’t want to take up the passes, I can just buy my own ticket.”

“Babe no it’s fine, just use the passes.”

“No, really, I’ll just get my own ticket. You guys should be able to go for 3 days. That was the plan until yesterday.”

You kiss his cheek, grinning, “thank you, Sebby.”

He kisses the top of your head and your sister finally comes down the stairs, “alright, alright already. You guys need to chill.”

You all pile in the car, with your parents in the front and you, your sister, and Seb in the back seat. You’re so squished that you’re practically sitting on his lap, but you know he doesn’t mind. You’re going to Magic Kingdom first, which is only about a 15 minute drive. You’re practically bouncing, and you remember the last time you went to Disney with Seb and his mom before he left.

You woke up with Sebastian jumping on your bed. “Sebastian, what the fuck? It’s 8 in the morning on a Saturday. Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t do that, (Y/N). We’re going on a road trip.”

“I don’t want to go on a road trip. I want to sleep.”

“Wellll that sucks because everyone else is ready to go. GET UP.”

You groaned, sitting up slowly, “do I at least get to know where we’re going?” “NOPE. But you’ll like it, I promise.” He winked and departed from his room, leaving you to get ready for the day.

You got dressed and put on comfortable shoes, assuming you’d need them.

You headed downstairs, where Seb and his mom are waiting for you. You glared at Seb, “I’m sleeping on you in the car.

He winked at you, “you’re good at that.”

After a half hour in the car, Sebastian woke you up. He nudged you, pointing at the signs. You start seeing signs for “Walt Disney World” and “Magic Kingdom,” and you smack Seb’s arm.

“WAIT WE’RE GOING TO DISNEY?!”

He grins, giving you a hug in the backseat, “told you you’d like the surprise.”

“Damn right I’m surprised. You could’ve just told me.”

He shook his head. “If I told you, you wouldn’t have that look of awe on your face right now.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course I do. My best friend in the world brings me to one of the most amazing places on earth. You come here with your best friend and not have a look of awe.”

He cocked his head to the side, smiling. “I am.”

“In awe?”

“Here with my best friend. I don’t just bring anyone along with me to Disney. Only the ones I like.”

“You like me?”

He rolled his eyes. “Something like that.”

“Good because there is only one person in the world I would want to ride Space Mountain with me.”

He placed a hand over his heart. “Awh. That’s so sweet of you to say.”

I cocked a brow. “I thought so. I wrote it in my latest fan mail letter to Mr. Carrey.”

“You write fan letters to Jim?”

“Duh, don’t you?”

“Of course not. I just watch his movies and idolize his every move.”

“Sounds like someone is jealous. You want me to write you a fan letter Mr. Stan?”

He winked at me. “One day you will.”

“As if you’ll have time to read a letter from little old me.”

He made a face. “Doesn’t matter how busy and famous I get, I’ll always have time for you.”

“You better have time for me. And I better be the only you thank in you Oscar speech. Besides your mom, of course.”

His mom chuckles. “He’s gonna be too busy fixing his hair in the bathroom when they call his name.”

And right on cue, his hands glide through his brunette locks. “Not true.”

“How many times in the run of a day do you fix your hair?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, like four.”

“Wrong. Twelve.”

“You kept track?”

“Of course. Who else is going to explain why you weren’t able to make it on stage to accept your award. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to inform you that Mr Stan is too busy fixing his hair again, and is unable to come onstage and accept his award.’ You know I’m right.” I punched him playfully. “Come on, I’m gonna be front and center, rooting you on and cheering along with the other fifty million women who will want your body.”

“You want my body?”

“Not me. But those other women sure do.”

“Give it about five years and I’ll win you over.”

You arrive at the park and quickly get out of the car, practically pulling Sebastian toward the main gate. He buys a three-day park hopper pass, and the extent of his fame finally sinks in. He’s wearing a cap and sunglasses, but the woman working the ticket window recognizes his name on the credit card and freezes, completely shocked. Seb puts a finger to his lips, winking at her. It makes you slightly uncomfortable, so you go over and stand by your parents while you wait for him.

“What’s wrong,(Y/N)?” Your mom asks, concerned.

“It’s just so different now. Sebastian is famous, and everyone knows who he is. The ticket clerk recognized him and he winked at her, and it just made me uncomfortable. Also this whole thing with him having money is really hard to get used to…”

Your mom shakes her head as you trail off, and Seb’s arm snakes around your waist. “Are we ready?”

“Yeah, Emily’s just getting the passes-”

“WHO’S READY TO DISNEY?” your sister yells, waving her passes in the air. She hands one to you and each of your parents, nodding at Seb, who’s holding his own ticket. You move his arm from around your waist, taking his hand and squeezing it. Your tickets get scanned, and you and Sebastian practically run in. You walk hand-in-hand down Main Street, U.S.A. and it takes you back to when you and your love were 17, and you thought nothing would ever pull you apart. You stop and get Mickey Mouse ice cream, and Sebastian gets a Dole Whip, moaning as he tastes it.

“Wow, didn’t hear you moaning like that in bed last night. I’m hurt.”

He chokes a little, looking over at you, “it’s just as good as it was back then, if not better.” He takes your hand again and you hear your parents whispering behind you. “What are you guys talking about back there?” You say, taking a bite of Mickey’s head.

“Oh, just how good it is to see you two together again. And how cute it is that you match.”

“Cute? I thought it was gross,” your sister chimes in. “Shut up, Emily.” You keep eating your ice cream, and Seb finishes his. He leans over and takes a bite of yours, and you smack him lightly, “Sebastian Stan, get your own Mickey.”

“I only wanted a bite. I’m not gonna get my own when my girlfriend has one and we could just share.”

You shake your head and take the last bite, throwing the stick away, “too late.” You look up and grin, noticing you’re in front of Cinderella’s castle. Seb says something to the photographer, who nods, and you and your family get in line.

Sebastian turns to you, “so you’re gonna get a picture with your family, and then it’s just gonna be you and me.”

“I’m fine with that,” you say as the photographer waves you forward. You get in position with your family, and the picture is taken.

They disperse and Sebastian comes up, winking at you, “gotta be quick, baby.” Seb nods at the photographer, and he quickly takes off his cap and glasses and turns to face you, taking your hands in his. He smiles and says, “I love you,” making you beam at him as you look into each other's eyes, and the picture is taken. He slips back on the disguise, and takes the photo slip from the photographer, passing him a $20 bill.

You take his hand and head back to walk around with your family, but your mom looks at you seriously.

“We think you guys should go do your own thing. Your mom and I will mostly be shopping, and your sister will probably end up working or meeting up with friends or something. You guys go have fun, we’ll meet up with you later,” Gabe says.

“Really, guys? I thought we were supposed to be doing this as a family,” you say, frowning.

“Honey, Disney is your thing. We always took you here because of how much we loved it. We don’t even do rides or anything. This was for you because of how much pressure you’ve been under lately. We did this vacation for you.”

You grin, hugging your parents and Emily before waving goodbye. You turn to Seb and ask, “can we walk down Main Street a little longer? I just wanna look around.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he smiles, wrapping an arm around you and walking down the street with you. You walk slowly until something catches his eye, and he perks up.

“Hey, do you wanna go get us some coffee? You know what I like, I’m just gonna go run to the bathroom real quick.”

“Ummmm sure? Meet you back here?”

“Sure thing, gorgeous.” He kisses you softly, then disappears into the crowd. You shake off his strange behavior, getting in the neverending line of Main Street Bakery for his stupid coffee.

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todokori-kun · 7 years ago

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WELCOME BACK, QUEEN!

(Awww I hope you’re feeling ok *hugs* I get how you feel, stuff like that used to happen to me all the time ;-;)

I WISH I HAD MORE FRIENDS TO DRAG INTO HAMILTRASH HELL. (omg how did they react, though????)

LAURENS LEADS A SOLDIER’S CHORUS ON THE OTHER SIDE

MY SON IS ON THE OTHER SIDE

HE’S WITH MY MOTHER ON THE OTHER SIDE

WASHINGTON IS WATCHING FROM THE OTHER SIDE

TEACH ME HOW TO SAY GOODBYE

…Baby Luna still sounds cute to me XD

(True stories about Tiny Evans:

Once, when I was about four years old, mom let me play in the bathroom. She later came in to find the entire bathroom flooded…I hadn’t bothered to turn the water off and just kept playing calmly in the middle of the mess XD she says that when she asked me what happened, I was just like “Mommy, the rain came down from the sky…”

And once mom bought me a tiny Beauty and the Beast doll, with super tiny accessories (I was probably around five years old). I was playing with the doll on the bed. Then I decided to lie down, holding one of the doll’s tiny shoes in my hand….I dropped the shoe and it went straight into my nose 0.0 When we went to the hospital they couldn’t get it out (they gave me a nosebleed trying) and then they said I should have surgery.

Then we went to a different hospital. The doctor took a look, told me to lie down, and then got it out in a few seconds (…)

And I was also super attached to my toys when I was little. I’d refuse to let mom wash my favorite teddy bear because I thought the washing machine would hurt him, and I hated it when people shoved my toys away into a toy box because NO the dollies can’t BREATHE if you do that)

Yeah, I think that most kids have a bratty side to them XD some kids are worse, though. One of my little sister’s friends once kicked another boy because he kept playing with my sister instead of her…like, literally kicked him in the face. The poor kid was just coming down the slide, she was waiting at the bottom and kicked him 0.0

I wouldn’t give you time to cry. If I must suffer, Queen Luna must help me…maybe you could distract them with snacks?

Oh, that’s great! Your mom sounds cool :D

Hmm, I’ll try to find it :)

ok, yeah, I did hear that Fairy Tail’s plot sucks XD (and of course there’s the fanservice ugh.) I was thinking about checking it out just because so many people seem to watch/read it (and hate it) but maybe not lol

Queen. QUEEN. I know I recommended HxH to you but…well. Please google the Legendary HxH Hiatuses before you make a choice you might regret (if you’re brave, you can still dive into the fandom anyway and suffer with me).

BUT ALSO. Levi has an HxH twin. His name is Feitan, and HE’S SHORTER THAN LEVI

(And YES fellow OPM fan!

btw, I just saw a comic with Hisoka meeting Saitama. *Schwing intensifies*)

Can you imagine what would happen if Evans and Kimblee got in a fight, though? (assuming that Kimblee does ‘like’ Evans enough not to kill her.) Because I just realized that if Kimblee got blood on the carpet I’d definitely be mad- I’m an almost Levi Level clean freak in some ways. If the carpet was white not even a Philosopher’s Stone could save him. And if he brought the dust, dirt and ashes from his explosions into the house with him I’d probably feed him to Pride.

(idk what this is but I just made myself kinda angry thinking about Kimblee dripping blood on a white carpet lol)

That would be adorable until Pokemon Pride decided he was hungry.

I’m not sure what that is, sorry ^^;; are you talking about Bertl’s death scene???

Yes. The clean freak in me rejoices every time I look at his new hair. (seriously though it was REALLY greasy in Avengers and The Dark World.)

Idk how I never thought Roma might be the Clown Boss omg. She’s horrible but she’s also amazing.

Nah, I worry for Urie’s health (physical and emotional) but he’s not going to die. I don’t think his character arc is finished yet, and besides, there’s so much he hasn’t done yet, so many promises he has yet to keep (like, oh, I don’t know, the whole thing with Shirazu’s body). Also have you heard the theories about how Shirazu’s probably going to be on the next volume cover?

If Mutsuki kills Yomo I’m really going to start hating TG. (though tbh it feels like he might die here ;-;)

Touka…I don’t like her and I really don’t like all this Touken stuff but I don’t want her to die, because I think that if she did, Kaneki would just go right back into his angsty “I want to die in style and sacrifice myself” mode…and that would be bad.

(Speaking of Touka though:

I read a theory on tumblr that Juuzou might be the one to kill her if she does end up dying. Like, a while back Ishida wrote a poem for Juuzou where he's trying to decide whether to kill a cat or a dog- when he chooses, there’s a line about a ‘rotten womb’, suggesting that the animal he killed was pregnant. The poem ends with Juuzou thinking that it really didn’t matter in the end, because he himself was going to die anyway.

Mutsuki called Touka a cat several times back in the chapter where they fought, so Touka=Cat, the pregnant animal Juuzou killed, and Kaneki=Dog? So Juuzou might have chosen to kill Touka and spare Kaneki, who was once his friend? And Kaneki kills Juuzou to avenge his wife?

I don’t think this is going to be canon and I don’t WANT it to be canon (it would be too much for my feels), but it’s interesting)

And I'm still waiting for the moment Shuu finally decides to confront Kaneki about that night on the L.E building

Yep, I’m going to try to play Waltz’s route soon! I’ll let you know when I do :D (But I refuse to play the Bad Ending because I now know what happens in it and wow. Just wow.)

I’ll try to listen to the music too!

Yeah, it’s pretty easy to tell that Lady Karma and Prince Karma are the same person. For me it’s the eyes…

Wonder what Llama’s like? (Probably Burr-levels of salty and bitter because of his dad’s fondness for weird nicknames)

Maybe I’ll play the bad ending just to torture myself with whatever happens to Varg lol

I seriously wish we could date Delora, Jurien, Parfait and Emelaigne, though. We could trade Rod’s route for one of them? (again, not that I don’t like Rod but I feel like a Delora or Jurien route would probably be WAY more interesting than his)

I can’t even use ‘Evans' in Otome games, that would be really embarrassing…I mean, even with Reader x Character fics, I can’t bring myself to use my own name so I always read the Reader’s name as literally 'YN’ in my head XD

TY Queen Luna. I might be blushing a bit right now. (Please don’t write any more Fritz HCs they’re too amazingly fluffy I’ll die.)

Queen Luna/Karma would be the best though. Karma probably thinks you’re the most beautiful, amazing person in the history of the entire universe.

-He often asks you for book recs, will always give you his honest opinion of them once he’s done reading

-likes reading with you better than that, though. Just cuddling together while he reads over your shoulder or something (idk I feel like Karma would like books)

-does your makeup for you. Not if you don’t want him to, but if you ever have to go to a party or some big event…he’ll insist (and do a great job of it too).

-of course he goes shopping with you and helps you pick out clothes. Then he insists on buying all the outfits that look good on you (though of course, in his opinion, that’s everything you try on)

-he’ll try to help you remember things and keep track of your stuff better, but even if you still forget he usually remembers. Will find whatever it is you lost and hand it to you with a playful smile, teasing you a little bit (he honestly thinks it’s cute)

-he’s immediately interested when he hears you used to learn archery and will ask you to teach him if you can still do it. In exchange he’ll teach you how to use a sword if you want him to (if you say yes he won’t go easy on you, but will always be impressed with your efforts and will be sure to compliment you and tell you how well you’re doing)

-if you two ever have to go to some social event, he’ll quickly notice if you’re feeling overwhelmed and will lead you away into a quiet corner, where you can just have some calm, private(ish) time together, talking about your day and watching the people around you.

-I think Karma likes sweets too (there was that thing with the Chamaeleon cupcake and I think I read another line about him eating cake in the game? not sure about it though) so he’d probably buy a bunch to try with you and would think your obsession with them is adorable

-he teases and flirts with you a bit, and doesn’t mind if you tease him back. However, if you ever flirt back at him, it doesn’t matter if it’s bad or cheesy- he WILL end up blushing. He’ll try to play it cool but the blush is just too obvious

(hope these are ok ^^;;)

Well, the friends weren’t exactly impressed. But hey if I was able to bear them for a week, they can bear 2 hours of good music XD They did find Guns and Ships interesting though, because of the speed of rapping XD

RISE UP, RISE UP, RISE UP

ELIZA

MY LOVE, TAKE YOUR TIME

I’LL SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE

RAISE A GLASS TO FREEDOM…

Wow. Just. Wow. I never managed to flood the bathroom, though I did blame my sister for stuff she couldn’t have done anyway XD And the thing about the shoe… couldn’t they’d just taken those thingies you pluck your eyebrows with (but bigger) and gotten it out with them? I mean, i’m no expert, but how did they manage to give you a nosebleed XD

I’m 17 years old. I still value all my toys, especially the plush ones and wouldn’t part with them no matter what you offered to me. Hell, I still can’t sleep without a plush toy XD So I don’t think that was weird at all :P

That’s… a bit aggressive… should the kid get it checked out XD

I’ll distract them, you run :P

Nope, don’t even try with Fairy Tail, unless you’re really into magic and guilds. The tasteless Fanservice and lack of plot make it infuriating. The only reason why I stuck with it was because I wanted to see my OTPs get together (THEY DID N O T)

Ah, I’ve heard of those... a bunch of manga I read go on hiatuses all the time as well, so I don’t think I’ll mind ^^ I’m still not sure, tho, since it has 387 chapters and that might take time to catch up (hah, i once read 130 chaps in one day, but that was a special occasion XD)

WHOAH SOMEONE SHORTER THAN LEVI WHAT Tell me everything XD

Hi, yes, I love Genos and Sonic (Saitama as well lol). Metal Bat is fucking awesome, because he is so dedicated to his little sis. Old man Bang (almost called him Old Man Fu XD) is freaking awesome!!! And let’s not forget out favorite loli, Tatsumaki, aka Terrible Tornado.

I’m not sure I want to imagine that fight... anyway it ends, it’s catastrophic XD

YEP, Bertl’s death (still crying). So the (I think) comic went like this: Armin has eaten Bert, and Reiner was captured and he looks at Armin, obviously realizing what happened to Bert and breaks down crying. Then, in one final act of defiance, Bert’s conscious manages to suppress Armin’s for a second and tells Reiner that he has nothing to apologize for. I cry.

I can’t wait for Ragnarok *^* More Loki, more Thor, more Marvel!!

Just. I honestly have no idea what to think about TG anymore... The things that happened lately have been pretty hard to stomach and so many things have been left unresolved. And all the death flags and the fact that Yomo might lose to Mutsuki, despite being canonically stronger than them. Tbh, I think I might just drop it (again XD)

I seriously can’t wait for you to play Waltz’s route :3c Lol, Waltz’s bad end is the anomaly! ((SPOILER)) The only bad end where the boy character doesn’t die, yet is the worst story-wise ((END SPOILER))

I really want to meet Llama XD I mean, if he’s Karma’s brother, he must be fabulous σ(≧ε≦ｏ)

Technically, Fritz’s bad end isn’t too different from the others, I just like Varg too much XD

Y’know... we could always write our own routes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That’s one of the reasons why I’ve adopted the name Luna XD No embarrassment. But I once watched an anime where a character had the same name as me. Not only that, she also looked a LOT like me and we shared a few personality points. It actually made me pretty happy. And then, later, I found out that a part of the fandom shipped her with my, at the time, favorite character. I could never read fanfiction of the two without getting embarrassed XD A significant portion of the fandom hates her, though, even though she didn’t do anything wrong other than, surprise, ‘interfering’ (???) with a popular yaoi ship. (Since her x the character was implied canon). Long story short: Luna gets embarrassed watching anime.

Are you suuuure~ I might just write some to embarrass you huehuehue I’ll wait till you finish Waltz, cause I want to see your list of faves ^^

Y’know at this moment I’m incredibly glad I physically don’t blush. Cause I’d be a fucking tomato if I could. φ(ﾟ ωﾟ//）♡ I think that, no matter how much of a shy potato I am, I’d flirt back with Karma just to see him blush huehuehuheuehue And I’d always, always accept sword-fighting lessons from him *^*

#evans #submission

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~ Tell Me About Your Troubles ~

Request: BonesxReader where the reader gets attacked/assaulted and is too scared to tell Bones who it was, because he's a superior @captian-hannah-kirk

Words: 4843

Warnings: Cursing, attempted sexual assault, alcohol, sexual harassment & some really bad pick-up lines

Beta'd: By the lovely @yourtropegirl. You can guess what I'm going so say now: Thank you very much, you made my text so much better! It was lovely to chat with you!

A/N: My first request! I'm sorry if that weren't your exact words, but my 'lovely' Word-Document decided to break down and delete itself, so I lost the request and had to write it again from my mind. I hope this is what you were expecting when you wrote the request and that you enjoy it! I'm sorry it took so long, but I couldn't find an end to the story and the flashbacks. Also: I've never been assaulted or attacked like that, but I got bullied through middle school and got inspired by some of my own experiences, so I'm really sorry if I portrayed it wrong.

+ I got a lot of the dialogue parts from here: www.simplewritingtips.tumblr.com/post/146124254753/more-dialogue-prompts

The sound of your communicator startled you and you almost fell out of bed when you stretched your arm out to grab it from the bedside table, only to realise that it wasn't there.

Groaning you pushed yourself off the pillows into an upright position and rubbed your eyes, trying to guess where the sound came from. A look at the clock told you, that you had only been asleep for a short time and that it was still in the late hours of the morning.

Following the constant sounds of the comm you reached the kitchenette and found it in the sink. Weird. Sleepy you took it and flipped it open. “Dear sleep, I know we have some problems...”, you mumbled.

A laugh was the response. “Well, Good Morning to you too Y/L/N!”

“I don't see anything good about this. It's not even morning.”

“Right you are Y/L/N! It's actually almost noon!”

You rolled your eyes and leaned against the cold surface of the kitchenette. Only your captain could get so happy about the misery of a crew member. “Yeah, but it's still night for me!”

Silence. Then after a few seconds you heard some shuffling, a few whispered words and a big sigh from your captain. “I'm sorry Lieutenant. I forgot that you switched to the Gamma shift, Bones just told me again. Are you adjusting well?”

You frowned. Not because the CMO was on the bridge, he spend more time there beside his beloved captain than on his actual job anyway, but because of the fact that he knew your shift had changed. With a shrug you forgot about it. He probably needed to know such things because of his obligations towards the crew and their well being.

“I probably would if I could actually get to sleep”, you said then rather angrily into the comm.

Silence. Again.

You sighed in defeat. “I'm sorry. I went to bed just over two hours ago, after a rather long shift because someone”, you emphasized the word, “forgot to tell my old boss that I was transferred to another shift. He came to my quarters, desperately looking for me and demanded I show up for work. 'You cannae do that! We need all engineers we got! How do you think this beauty stays in Space?' So... I worked both shifts.”

More shuffling and whispers could be heard. “Ah yes, my bad. I told Sewell, but forgot to tell Scotty. He didn't back down or think of asking me, did he?”

“Nope”, you said, popping the p. You walked to the sofa and made yourself comfortable, knowing very well that you wouldn't be getting back to bed in the foreseeable future.

“Hm. Speaking of Sewell, you seem to have made quite an impression on your first shift with him. He requested you as his partner on the away mission tomorrow. You two are going alone”, you could practically see the captain wiggling his eyebrows and smirking. “That’s why I woke you up from your beauty sleep in the first place.”

You should be happy. Happy to be requested by a superior to accompany him on an away mission, no matter how easy it may seem and happy to be approved by the captain, but the mere thought of being alone with that man made your breath pause and your heart heavier.

The captain however took it as a sign of happiness. “Great! I'm happy for you Y/L/N! You're a hard working crew member and deserve some time in the spotlight. You'll get briefed tomorrow morning, right before the mission. Until then sleep tight, I'm going to clear your schedule for tonight so that you can gain some strength. Kirk out.”

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, threw the comm somewhere across the room and let yourself fall back onto the sofa. Desperately, you started to pull on your own hair. How are you going to survive tomorrow? It was bad enough that you were on the same ship as him to begin with and now the man you never wanted to see again was your boss!

x-x

“What are Vulcan eyeglasses called?”

The moment those words left your roommate's mouth you saw Nyota roll her eyes and huff out in annoyance, drowning the rest of her scotch in one swift movement. She may never tell anybody, but you knew about her little or even big crush on the instructor.

“Spocktacles!”, you answered and winked at her, “Nyota could sure use s-” But before you could finish your sentence, she stomped on your foot. “Ow! My poor foot had nothing to do with it!”

It was a typical night for you and your friends. After classes and some homework, you always met up in the fresh and windy city of San Francisco to either get a drink, hang out or watch a movie. Since you had seen every movie and no new ones were out, you met at your favourite Irish Pub.

Right now you were seated in a booth, squished between two of your friends and opposite of Nyota and your roommate.

“Exactly!”, your roommate laughed. “Oh! By the way, I heard he's in charge of the starship assignments for the cadets. I hope he...” But a fist to his shoulder stopped him. Shocked he stared at Nyota. “Ow! What was that for? You're particularly feisty today!”

“Shush now! Look at that!”, she said and pointed at something or someone behind you. As you started to turn around to get a look at it or him/her too, she stopped you. “No! Keep your eyes on me, he mustn't know that we've noticed his glances.”

Confused you kept your eyes on her face, trying to deduce what was happening by her facial expressions. Suddenly she started to smile brightly and waved someone over. “Over here Dan!”

Both of your friends on either side of you gasped and turned around simultaneously. “Oh my God! It's Daniel Sewell!”

“Who now?”, you asked.

“Come on! You must know who Daniel Sewell is! He's like the cutest guy on campus right now!”, your roommate swooned.

“I thought you said his name was James Kirk-.”, you began, but were interrupted.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, Nyota... Y/N!”

Your gaze stayed on the table, not in the mood to look up. You didn't care if he was cute or even handsome, because the only man you'd swoon over didn't even know you existed. How should he? You were only a second year engineering cadet while he was almost finished and already an established doctor. Not to mention: He was a few years older than you.

“I'm sorry”, you could hear your roommate say and felt a foot stomp on yours again, “She's shy around strangers. She somehow hasn’t heard of you yet.”

“Don't worry. I thinks it's great that she doesn't know who I am. Especially because I was about to ask her out, now we can both get to know each other! So come on, let's dance!”

Your head snapped up and your vision focused on his open hand. He wiggled his fingers, inviting you to take it. Slowly you focused on his face, which you had to admit, wasn't that far from handsome, searching for any kind of sign that he was fooling with you. “You... You what now?”

He let out a hearty laugh. “I'm asking you to dance with me, babe!”

Your face scrunched up at his choice of words. You really didn't like it when someone called you babe or any other kind of sweet nickname, especially when you didn't know that person very well. But the excited squeaks of your friends left you with no other choice as they got up and pushed you into Dan's arms.

It wasn't that bad in the beginning, you danced slowly and quietly together until he decided to say something that made your stomach churn. “Hi, I'm bisexual. I'd like to buy you a drink later and then get sexual.”

You stopped dancing and managed to not punch him in the face right then and there. What was he thinking? “No thanks”, you managed to say through gritted teeth, “I don't drink and I don't get sexual with people I just met, but I'm sure that there are a lot of girls that would happily jump on that invitation, based on your reputation.”

“But isn't your name Google? Cause you've got everything I'm searching for. I don't want somebody else.”

You raised your eyebrows. He was most likely trying to fool you and get on your nerves. He couldn't actually be trying to flirt with you, could he? Not with those bad pick-up lines.

He seemed to smile at your confusion. “Well, you see”, he said and pushed you closer to him by wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, “I want you. You don't seem like the others, no... you definitely aren't like the others. You're hard to get, you're fun. I've been watching you for a long time now and the only boy you hang around is your roommate and he's gay. I like challenges sweetheart and you are one.”

“Who said I'm not interested in anyone?”

“Come on, a girl like you? Like I said, I've been watching you. You're confident, hard working, ambitious and not to mention beautiful. If there was someone, you would've grabbed him by now.”

He definitely just wanted to annoy you. You snorted, made yourself stiff and tried to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, but you didn't get far as he grasped you around your wrist and pulled you back into his body, leaning dangerously close to your lips and letting his hands wander to far down.

“I don't think you know me as well as you'd like. Because that's not how you gain my interest.”

“Then let me guess, you like trampolines? Cause I got something for you to bounce up and down on”, he said and smirked.

Suddenly, after you almost cried out in annoyance, Nyota stood by your side on the dance floor. “No... babe”, she said mockingly, “She hates trampolines after she almost got a concussion falling down from one. So. Let. Her. Go.” She grabbed his hands and squeezed them, earning a little whimper from him and made him let go of you.

“I'm so sorry Y/N! I didn't know he was that... that...”, she began, tears forming in her eyes, as she lead you outside into the fresh air to the rest of your friends.

You squeezed her hand. “Don't worry. Nobody could have known that, at least we were in a populated place, it could've been worse. I'm just glad I won't have to see him again. Let's warn the others about him.”

Sadly it didn't stop after that night. Naturally nobody believed you, you were a nobody and he was like the quarterback of the Starfleet Academy. So, even though you made it very clear that you had no interest in him, he still flirted with you, got close and touched you at inappropriate places every time he saw you between classes or in the mess hall.

How happy you were when you found out that cadets were being placed early onto the starships due to an attack on Vulcan. At least until you found out who was going to be your new chief engineer.

x-x

“What are you doin' here?”, a deep voice called out as a man decided to sit next to you even though the whole bar was empty.

You sighed and didn't even bother to look up, knowing it was Leonard who had sat down. “Ya know”, you said swirling the half empty glass of scotch around in your fingers, “not much. I'm not able to go back to sleep. My body doesn't care that I'm exhausted. It's noon, lights are on and people are eating. Therefore it's not sleeping time for me.”

“Yes, I know. It's a shame you had to change from the Alpha shift directly to the Gamma shift, it does take a toll on the body.” He raised his hand and beckoned the bartender to himself. “A glass of water for the lady and a glass of Bourbon for me please.”

“A glass of water?”, you asked, frowning.

“Well darlin'”, he said turning around to face you and took your glass of scotch away, touching your hands for a small moment and sending shivers through your body. “I was there when the captain gave you the orders for the away mission. And as your doctor I don't think drinking until you black out is the right method to 'gain some strength'. There are some other ways to get your body to sleep. And also, for God's sakes woman, it's only noon!”

“Speak for yourself.” You watched him as he drowned the last bit of your scotch and chuckled. “What are you going to do? Drug me? Give me a Hypo?”

“Darlin', it's ten p.m. somewhere in the world. Time is just a concept here in space, it's all just artificial, created by light to confuse primitive brains and let them live in some kind of normality.” When the bartender came back with the two glasses he reached for the Bourbon but you were faster. With raised eyebrows he followed the glass with his eyes and saw how the brown liquid disappeared behind your lips.

You shook your head. “Amazing. I'm sitting here with a grumpy doctor, who just happens to lecture me about how stupid my brain is, as if were not the same species! Why don't you just call me an alien for not being able to sleep with light! My night couldn't have been any better!”, you mocked him, not knowing if what you just said even made any sense and being meaner than you actually intended to be.

“I think you should stop drinking”, the doctor said calmly.

“I'm fine!”, you shouted and put the glass so roughly down, that it got a little crack. You grabbed your things and stood up. “But don't worry, I'll go now. Happy?” You were normally not an upset, grumpy or angry person, but your way to handle difficult situations was mostly by getting angry at someone or something else. And sadly, the doctor just came at the wrong time.

You were almost at the door to the corridor when you heard a chair squeak and a muffled “I swear sometimes she annoys me more than Jim” before a hand softly grabbed your wrist. Not softly enough though, because you couldn't help yourself and let out a soft whimper, when the doctor grasped your already bruised wrist.

x-x

“My, what have we here? Your legs look beautiful. How about you give me a kiss?”

Your heart sank at his words and for the first time you were happy about the fact that you were lying under a console that had a short circuit, due to your coffee splashing all over it. “I wouldn't do that even if you paid me a million dollars”, you sassed back, hoping he would move on.

He didn't. Instead he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you out from under the console, kneeling beside you and then proceeded to grab your wrists and pressing them down to the ground, preventing you from standing up.

“Let me go!”, you hissed.

“There's no hiding how hot and bothered you are babe.”

“Yes, I actually am bothered! Bothered by you because you're hurting me! Keep your fucking hands and lips to yourself!”, you panted as his hands started to move from your wrists, that were now red from his strong grip, to your shoulders and his head leaned down.

“Struggle all you want cutie.”

“You know we can't do this! You're my boss for crying out loud!” You tried to hide your fear with sarcasm, but it sounded more as if you were unsure about your statement instead of it being sarcastic.

“Heh. And how do you plan to stop me?”

“Like this”, you growled, panic and adrenalin taking over when you felt his breath on your neck and you kicked him in the groin.

With a painful scream he let go of you and jumped up. “This. Never. Happened!”

x-x

“Everything okay darlin'? Did I hurt you?” Leonard was already pulling up your sleeve to look at your wrist when you stopped him and broke down in tears.

“I’m sorry I’m crying. I don’t know why I’m crying. I-I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Let it all out darlin'”, he soothed you, pulled you into a warm embrace and waited until the tears and the sobs started to subside. “Now tell me, what's going on?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like everything is falling apart and I don't know what to do or how to fix it.”

“As your doctor my conclusion is: You definitely need a good night's sleep. Right now. And have you eaten anything in the past hours? I think you may be an emotional drunk.”

You laughed and wiped away your tears, shaking your head at his question.

“Okay. How about you go to your quarters, take a nice shower and prepare to go to bed. In the meantime I'm going to make you a little soup with bread and some tea. Is that alright? It will also help you sleep.”

You shook your head again, this time signalling yes, until you thought about it and shook you head no. “No, wait. It's very nice that you're doing this for me, but you don't need to. You don't need to give a damn about me”, you said, trying to sound like the southern doctor in front of you.

“Frankly darlin', I want to give a damn. I'm your doctor and you're going on an away mission tomorrow, it's my job as your prote... as your doctor to make sure that you're physically ready for it.”

You sighed internally. Of course it's not because he considers himself a friend of yours or more, he's just one of the nicest and hardest working doctors you know. “Alright. You know where my quarters are but make sure the soup's tasty!”

x-x

“Wow, you look hot. Can't believe that I got you all to myself today”, Sewell whispered in your ear, as you entered the transporter room to get briefed before the mission.

You gulped and turned most probably red and looked at the captain who was talking to Scotty. Behind them the doctor was looking with a rather angry expression at Sewell.

“Mission's simple. We got a distress call from the inhabitants of the planet Luona. Apparently their source of energy stopped working sometime last week and they want us to take a look at it”, the captain said, looking at his PADD.

“It shouldn't take more than three hours, lassie. Four max”, Scotty added.

“Alright”, Sewell looked at you and grinned, “ready?”

“As ready as I can be”, you sighed and the last thing you saw before the golden light of the transporter beam totally engulfed you was an angry Leonard taking a step closer to the captain.

“Ah damn!”, was the first thing you heard when you materialized on the planet. It was beautiful and looked like the Amazonian jungle. “I forgot my tricorder and my tool bag in the transporter room. Let me contact the Enterprise again, don't worry babe, it won't take long.”

You rolled your eyes and took in the beautiful landscape. You've never been to a jungle, but you heard that it was warm and humid there, making you sweat way too fast, but the temperature here was nice and cosy, not too warm and not too cold.

“Hello? Chekov? It's Sew- got problems- forgot the to- can you beam it- hello? Hello? Can you-.”

“What are you doing?”, you asked confused when Sewell started to speak in short and unfinished sentences. You could see that he was fine, but you couldn't think of why he would make the Enterprise believe that you were having technical difficulties.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”, you screamed as he threw his communicator with all his might against a big stone and watched it break into a thousand little pieces.

“I'm giving us freedom. Yours needs to go too.”

“No! Stop!” You fought against his grasp as he tried to pull your communicator out of your hands. “Let the communicator go Sewell!”

“But Y/N”, he said smirking as he pulled the communicator out of your hands, pushing you back a little and held it over his head and out of your reach. “You know you can call me Daniel, right?”

“Daniel, I beg you, give it back.”

“No”, he laughed, “I told you I got you all to myself today. We're going on a date.”

Disgusted you looked at him and watched him taking out the batteries of your communicator and caught it, as he threw it back to you. “Date? We're on a mission! The inhabitants are waiting for us! Don't you think they're gonna come searching for us, if we don't show up? Besides, I already told you I don't want to. How many times do I have to say this? I. Don't. Have. The slightest interest in you! I wouldn't kiss you if you paid me a million dollars!”

“Last time you said that, you didn't sound so sure. I thought you only had concerns because I'm your new boss.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“Sometimes you need to make your sarcasm a little more clear then.” He grinned and made a step closer to you, placing his hands onto your hips.

The situation you were in began to dawn on you. It wasn't like the first time you met him or all the other times after that. Now you had no communicator, no contact to the Enterprise and nobody to help you out of this mess. You looked away as tears started to form in your eyes.

“Look at me”, Sewell said softly and placed his hands on either side of your face.

“No.”

“Look at me!”, he hissed and moved your face, forcing you to look at him.

“No!”, you screamed, grabbed his hand and bit it.

“You idiot! You're going to regret it!”, he wheezed and hit you square in the face.

Screaming you lost your balance, let the communicator fall to the ground and stumbled over a stone, making it loosen up and crumble down the slope behind it, taking you with it. After some painful moments and somersaults you were thrown onto your belly, feeling a searing pain in your leg as a stone fell on it and crashed the bone. “Aargh! I'm trapped!”

“That wasn't my fault. That's on you!”, you heard Sewell scream down the slope. “But don't worry, I'll go get the locals. Just hold on babe.” You heard his feet shuffle through the leaves on the ground and his humming getting quieter.

“Wait! You can't leave me like this! We don't know if there are any dangerous animals around!” You tried to heave the stone of your leg, but you only managed to intensify the pain in your body even more. It was kind of hard to do or see anything behind you, since you were on your stomach.

The shuffle stopped. “Well then, I guess if you were to die it would count as a mission accident. Sad, but not inevitable.”

“You're sick! I thought you liked me! What was all that flirting about?”

“I told you Y/N, you're a challenge and I like challenges, but I can always find myself a new one.”

“The moment I'm on the ship again, I'm going to report you Sewell!”

“Honey, I'm innocent until proven guilty. You've hit your head pretty bad, sustained some painful injuries and I'm your superior, still perfectly healthy. Who do you think they'll trust more?”

“Her”, a new, but familiar voice suddenly said, “You just got proven guilty. Bastard.” A muffled scream and some sounds as if somebody got beaten up could be heard. Then after a while an impact created a little breeze that caused some leaves to drift down the slope and land on you.

“Y/N?!”

It took you a moment to realise that it wasn't Sewell screaming. “Leonard?!”

“Y/N!”, you heard him gasp and soon the continuous drumming of shoes hitting the ground could be heard. A few seconds later Leonard was kneeling beside you, cradling you in his arms.

“You okay?” His eyes were darting all over you, searching for other injuries besides the obvious broken leg. When you nod he visibly relaxed his tense muscles. Then he gets serious again. “I'm going to need to move the stone. Otherwise the Enterprise might not be able to differentiate between you and it. It will hurt.”

“Don't worry. It already does. Getting the weight away can't be worse.”

He panted as he heaved the stone away from your leg, immediately cradling it and taking out his tricorder. “Enterprise, beam us up. And send somebody else down to get the idiot. He's unconscious.”

Back on the Enterprise he didn't wait for the medical staff to arrive with a stretcher and took you into his arms, bridal style. The lights of the corridor began to blur as your eyes filled with tears, from your throbbing leg bouncing up and down and not being held as securely by the doctor as one would wish.

Running through the med bay doors he put you softly onto a biobed in an isolated section and called for a nurse and some hypos. Before you could say anything, he held up his hand and started the bed, watching the vitals change.

“Was that the reason for your strange behaviour yesterday? Was he the reason?”

You didn't dare to look into his eyes, feeling the sadness and the betrayal radiating from his body. “Yes.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” He took your hand in his and squeezed it assuredly.

“You heard him. He's my superior, nobody would've believed me.”

“Really? That’s weird, because Lieutenant Uhura came running down to the transporter room shortly after you both got beamed down to tell the captain with a frantic voice to beam you back up, since you two had a bad history together”, he said while thanking the nurse that just came in and taking the hypo from her.

You groaned and let yourself fall back onto the pillows of the biobed, not even flinching when he brushed away the hair that had fallen out the compulsory ponytail to give you the hypo, but his touch did send some warm feelings through your body.

“I'm going to work on your leg now, it may sting a little and feel weird when the bones grow back together, but it shouldn't hurt.”

“Thanks”, you mumbled and watched him work carefully on your leg. His face was totally concentrated, his eyes solely focused on their task and his hands quick and steady. “I'm the stupidest person alive!”, you suddenly burst out, almost making the doctor jump, but his skilful hands stayed still on your leg.

“No, you're not”, he said in his calm voice and rolled over to you on his chair, after he finished bandaging your leg.

You suddenly frowned and tensed again. “Why were you down there?”

“Stop tensing. Let me help you relax”, he said not answering the question, rolled to the backside of the bed and started to massage your shoulders.

You let out a content sigh as his warm hands eased the stress out of you. “Does that feel good?”, he asked in his husky voice that sent shivers down your spine.

“Hm...” You nod and closed your eyes. “But you're not going to be able to evade the answer. Why were you down there?”

“We lost your signals. First Sewell's, then yours. We couldn't get you back up, so we had to send someone down.”

“Ya, I figured that much”, you whispered almost incomprehensible, but you were sure the good doctor would understand you. “But why you? Why not Nyota or the captain?”

“Because Jim knows that I made a vow to protect you.”

You nodded again, still with closed eyes. “As a doctor right? Because you could help us if something bad had happened, which obviously did-” You wanted to say more, but a breath on your neck let your heart rate spike up and your eyes shoot open, expecting to see Sewell again.

You hadn't even realised that his hands disappeared from your shoulders and hadn't even heard the chair roll back beside you, but somehow, even after what you had gone through, staring into the hazel eyes of your doctor and having his face so close to yours made you unbelievably calm.

“No, woman", he sighed hesitating, not knowing if he should go on or not. "Damn it...", he mumbled and took a deep breath. "It's because I love you!"

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