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The Met and the Aftermath

Pairing: idol! Hongjoong x reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: mile-high club, oral (male and female), unprotected sex, breeding, dirty talk, name-calling (princess, baby, slut, etc.), semi-public touching, slight voyeurism, possessive behavior, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, unless its intentional)

Summary: Honjoong dream finally came true, and he can share that dream with you, his lovely girlfriend. Although one comment from his favorite designer made him forget about going to the after-party. Instead, he held the after-party in your hotel bedroom, only for the two of you.

Authors note: It took me a month to write this, so I hope you like it as much as I do. This is not proofread but honestly I couldnt care less.

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The first Monday in May, for some a day like every other, but for the fashion world it means Met Monday. And for you, it means another year of waking up bright and early so you and your beloved boyfriend Hongjoong can rate the outfits on the red carpet. It's something both of you enjoyed very much. Every year, you would witness the passion and admiration Hongjoong has for fashion. He would watch the whole event with a notebook in hand just so he could write all his opinions on the outfits and the designer's name for each one. Sometimes he would stay up even after he had seen all the outfits and sketch his idea for an outfit for this year's theme. Every year you wish he would get an invitation, but sadly not many K-pop idols are invited, it's usually maybe five every year. And every year he would remind you that even if he got invited, he would love to go with his members and not alone. Even though everyone around you thought that no matter what, he deserved to go alone or with someone.

Surprisingly, a few days after this year's Met gala, his manager called him to a meeting about something very exciting and essential. Hongjoong was very nervous walking out of the apartment to go to that meeting; even though he knew it wasn't anything bad, the whole secrecy about it scared him a bit. While he was in a meeting, you went on with your day, not thinking too much about it. In the evening, you were at home just chilling in the living room when Hongjoong burst through the door with the biggest smile on his face. “Someone is in a good mood. How did the meeting go?” you asked him while slowly approaching to hug him. “Babe, you won't believe what happened. Try to guess, I will give you a hint. It's something I wanted all of my life.” he blurted out, almost jumping from how excited he was. “I don't know, they finally found a way to make you taller.” you giggled while he just frowned. “ Ha ha very funny now be serious the answer is more simple than you think.” he encouraged you. To him, it was only logical that you would make a connection between his joy after the meeting and the gala you two watched a couple of days ago. “ I want to be right about my guess, if my gut isn't tricking me, someone was invited to the Met,” you said a little unsure, because what if you were wrong, and now he's just going to be disappointed. But to your surprise, he just smiled even bigger, silently confirming your guess. “ Oh my God, Hongjoong, that's amazing. I am so happy for you, oh God, you must be so excited.” you practically screamed in his face, hugging him as tightly as possible. “Thank you, baby, I am so excited about this. Though I am the only one out of the group that has been invited. Although they did allow me to bring a plus-one, I really want you to be my plus-one. Will you give me the honor of bringing you as my plus-one?” he explained everything in a matter of seconds, he was talking like he was in a rush or something. His fast talking didn't give you the time to really process everything. I mean, it is a huge deal to be invited to an event like this, this was huge for him but also for you. It wouldn't be your first public appearance with him, but you never attended an event of such significance. But despite your initial fears and thoughts, you knew he wouldn't forgive you if you didn't go. “Of course, I will go with you. I would never miss something so meaningful to you. But also I will get a chance to be dressed in a fancy gown and jewelry. I would be a fool if I said no to such an offer.” you say to him, already imagining the whole event even though it's a year away. “Now that you have mentioned dressing up. I already know the designer that will be dressing both you and me for this spectacular night.” he said excitedly, “You know how I went to that Balmain show a month ago, well it seems like Olivier really liked my opinions and style, and he is the one that decided to invite me among other celebrities.” You knew how huge this was, a lot of brands would buy entire tables and fill them with celebrities they like, meaning that Balmain and Olivier choose him, particularly because they also believe that he deserves this. You didn't know what to say, so you just hugged him, feeling like a proud mom.

After this big announcement, your schedule turned upside down. Both of you needed to find some inspiration for what you are going to wear because everything you will be wearing that night will be hand sawn in the next few months. Also, all the jewelry will be made in that time, so everyone needed to act quick. You never realized how much time the preparations for the Met Gala take this much time. Of course, you heard every celebrity bragging about how much time was needed for their outfit to be made, but you never really thought about the numbers they were mentioning. Hongjoong took matters into his own hands, trying to find the perfect inspiration for both of the outfits. You weren't allowed to know the theme, at least Hongjoong tried to keep it a secret from you. All you knew is that the outfits needed to be dark and seductive, which to be honest already sounded like a nightmare to you. You really are attracted to Hongjoong, sometimes even the little things he does can turn you on. So knowing, that you will need to deal with a night full of him just being in his element dressed in some sexy suit, it didn't really bring you peace.

At the beginning of June, you had your first meeting with Olivier in Paris. Of course, Hongjoong needed to be extra, so he rented a private jet for you two to go there. At first, his need to be extra seemed like he just wanted to be a diva, which you understood. But on the day of the flight, it was very clear why he wanted the two of you in the private jet. That morning, you woke up to the feeling of his hands slowly caressing your ass, which wasn't very surprising at first. The realization hit you when he pulled you very close to him and started kissing you and slowly almost unnoticeably he started grinding on you. To your surprise, he didn't go any further, but that also really annoyed you because now you were the one who was desperate for a good fuck. When you got to the airport, you were greeted by his manager and some security, for now, no more people were needed since it was only a meeting to discuss outfit ideas. You entered the jet, and it was very spacious, there were about six seats but also a little secluded sleeping area. Soon everyone was seated and the flight to Paris started. At first, you, Hongjoong, and his manager made some small talk, mainly talking about Honjoongs outfit ideas and how it's a pity that this trip will only be a day maybe two. If you were being honest, this meeting could've easily been a video call. But Olivier insisted on you two coming to Paris to spend some time with him, also, so he could take the measurements, so they can start the sawing process as soon as possible. After a few minutes, the manager suggested you both go rest a bit, since this whole trip and jet lag will be very tiring for all of you.

You and Hongjoong went to the sleeping area, as soon as you went in Hongjoong closed the door to that area with a devilish smile on his face. “Joong what are you planning? I can see it in your eyes, so spill it already.” He just smiled as he slowly hovered over you on the bed. “Well baby, we've both been busy ever since I got invited, and we will be even busier in the next few months. So why don't we make the most of our time on these trips? You know, we can just enjoy each other's company every given chance.” He was very seducing, you got to admit, but the entire idea of fucking wherever and whenever with whoever outside to hear you kinda scared you. “Joongie you know I want you as much as you want me. But we are in the air with both your manager and security in the room next to us. Don't you think it's a bit risky to do something like this?” That's when his entire demeanor changed, his eyes got darker and his smirk got bigger. “Baby, I don't really care where we are or who can hear us. If I want to get a taste of that sweet little pussy of yours, I will do it, no matter the circumstance.” Those words send a chill down your spine, you could feel yourself getting wetter and that's when you decided to not care at all and just succumb to your boyfriend's idea. You grabbed his hair, yanking him down, pulling him in a passionate kiss. You could feel him smiling but also moving his hands all over your body, pulling your shirt up, slowly caressing your stomach up to your boobs when he violently ripped your bra in half. Pulling away from the kiss, you moaned, that action alone leaving your pussy throbbing and your mind hazy. He pulled your shirt up, revealing your hardened nipples, in that process he made sure to kiss each boob and give it the attention it deserves. Every move he made now was just a successful attempt to make you even wetter than you initially were. He slowly kissed down your stomach, pulling down your sweatpants and panties, which were soaked and almost see-through at this point. While kissing your thighs, he forced your legs apart, revealing the most gorgeous sight to him. First, he just kissed your pussy everywhere except where you needed him, teasing you in the most painful way he could. You started whining and bucking your hips up, trying to get him to stop and finally give you the pleasure you required. “Slow down, sweet girl, I am just starting my meal, I don't want to get too full so soon.” He grinned, and you felt like he was mocking your desperation, but soon you felt his tongue slowly licking from your entrance up to your clit and focusing on it. He made sure that you felt every move of his tongue. It felt like heaven, you didn't even realize how much you wanted this until this very moment. His mouth felt amazing on you, tongue slowly circling around your clit, while his hand slowly moved to your entrance. “Oh how I missed this sweet pussy,” he slowly pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers, “I missed your sweet taste and how you always manage to get wetter in a matter of seconds.” He slowly pushed his fingers inside you while kissing you, so you can taste yourself on his tongue. “Seems like you have gotten tighter since the last time we had some time for ourselves,” he commented while moving his fingers in and out of you, trying to find your sweet spot. Suddenly a very loud moan escaped your lips, and that's when he knew that he was doing just the right thing. He kept pressing on that spongy spot inside you, all while trying to muffle your moans into the kiss. Pulling away from the kiss, he went down to your pussy again, giving it all the attention it needed. That was all it took for you to see stars, the moment his tongue came in contact with your clit was the moment that pressure in your lower belly was released. You were still in a moment of bliss, too focused on the pleasure you felt to even notice that Honjoong came just from eating you out. “Oh my God, baby, look what you have done to me. Made me look like some horny teenager cumming in his pants.” he chuckled while slowly laying next to you. “I'm so sorry baby, I promise to make it up to you whenever you say.” you knew that keeping this promise would be harder than it looks like. You were his pillow princess, always the one that gets to feel the pleasure first, so knowing that there will be a day when the roles will be switched made you a bit anxious. “I would say don't make promises that you can't keep, but I would really like for you to keep this one.” he chuckled as he slowly snuggled beside you, already falling asleep.

Before you knew it, you were in Paris on your way to the hotel to freshen up a bit before you meet with Olivier. You felt uneasy being in the car with the manager and security, knowing what you two did on the plane. On the other hand, Hongjoong was unbothered, making small talk with his manager about the meeting and just overall being very casual. You didn't have much time when you entered the hotel room, so you quickly showered and changed your outfit, and off to the meeting you went. The meeting was very nice, Olivier was really excited to meet you, he mentioned that Hongjoong tends to talk about you a lot, which made your heart flutter. Most of the meeting consisted of Hongjoong talking about his idea for the looks, and Olivier mostly agreeing with everything. You were quite surprised when Hongjoong mentioned a dress with a very high slit for you. He is usually against showing you off, because he tends to be very possessive of you, just like he is possessive of everyone around him, even his own fans. But you weren't against that idea, nor was Olivier, he even commented how it would be a shame to not show off your beautiful figure. This comment made you blush really hard, Olivier works with models and a bunch of celebrities like the Kardashians, so this comment made you feel fantastic about yourself. After a three-hour meeting, which still could've been a video call, you all said your goodbyes. Sadly for all of you, there was no time to explore Paris, not this time. Hongjoong had a really packed schedule right now, preparing a new album and a tour takes a lot of time. So after the meeting, you went straight to the airport to go on your flight back to Korea.

In the next few months, everything got really hectic. Hongjoong would spend most of his days in the company working on everything that needs to be finished before the tour. Meanwhile, you focused on your work as much as possible. You two didn't really see each other. Sometimes you would wait for him at night and even then both of you were too tired to even speak, so you would just cuddle or maybe try to watch something, but most times you would fall asleep at the begging of whatever you were watching. You missed Hongjoong a lot, you would think that you are used to these periods of not seeing each other, but it's hard. Of course, you would text each other during the day, but nothing can change the physical aspect of your relationship. You missed cuddling him and kissing him, but most of all you missed your passionate nights together. Sometimes you tried to satisfy yourself, but that just didn't work, nothing could ever feel as good as your boyfriend. You tried distracting him while he was working by sending dirty texts and photos, but that wasn't successful. He would reply with the same energy, but that wouldn't last very long or give you enough encouragement to try to make yourself feel good. At one point you just gave up, hoping that at least when he goes on tour, and you go with him of course, you two would have some time for intimacy. And you weren't wrong at all, of course, most of the time he was busy with rehearsals and filming interviews, but most nights he would be full of adrenaline after the concert, and he would use that energy on you. That's how you found yourself in the position you were in right now, naked, covered in hickeys, while he kept thrusting in and out of you. Every thrust felt heavenly, he was hitting the spot every time while slowly kissing your neck and telling you how good you feel around him. “Oh love, you feel so good around my cock, always so good for me.” you just moaned at his words, not being able to form any thoughts let alone full sentences. Everything about this felt so good, you were on cloud nine, literally. “I'm…. I'm going to cummm” you silently screamed, not being able to produce any sound louder than a whisper. “Oh yes, princess, cum for me, show me how much you missed this.” his words sent you over the edge you came on his command like always. Not much later, he was also cumming inside you, your pussy squeezing him and milking him for everything he's worth. Afterward, you two just lay there enjoying each other's presence. “I'm sorry for not being able to spend more time with you, I hope nights like these can replace it.” he apologized even though he knew that you don't need him to. “Baby, you know that I'm not mad at you, and believe me if this is how you apologize maybe I should be mad more often.” you laughed as you hugged him throwing your leg around his waist and taking in his after-sex scent. “Oh, don't worry, I will find reasons to apologize like this even when you aren't mad.” he chuckled, hugging you back as he slowly calmed down his breathing and fell asleep slowly.

The rest of the tour went smoothly, with a lot of sightseeing and a lot of long nights with Hongjoong in your hotel room. The next stop was Paris and you knew what that meant, it was finally time to try on your dress and Hongjoongs suit for the gala. You were excited, to say the least, you have seen the sketches of the outfits and they were stunning. Yours was a black floor-length dress with a lot of diamonds and a diamond necklace to top it off. As for Hongjoong, his outfit was just a simple black suit, but there was a twist, he won't be wearing any dress shirt underneath just suit and that's it. Just imagining him in that made you excited and wet. But you needed to stay calm and collected, you really didn't need anyone at Balmain to know how horny you are for your boyfriend.

When you got to the fitting, you met Olivier and some of the seamstresses that made your outfits. Your outfits were on the hangers with your jewelry laid out in a velvet box, everything was like a dream, you were speechless just looking at the outfits. “Someone is mesmerized by the dress I see” commented Olivier looking at you. “How could I not be, the dress is magical. Thank you so much for making this dream come true.” you hugged Olivier as tight as you could. “It's my pleasure, truly. You just need to be careful, one of my dresses was responsible for Kim's daughter, I do not want to be responsible again.” he chuckled winking at you and Hongjoong. You just laughed, Hongjoong on the other side was very confused but smiled. “I will leave you two to try on the outfits, just call if you need help, and when you are done.” Olivier went into the other room with the seamstresses, leaving you two alone. “I see you are very happy with the dress. I'm glad we succeeded in making something you really like.” Hongjong said, while taking off his clothes to try on his suit. “Baby, the dress is so beautiful, I couldn't be happier about it. Thank you so much.” you thanked him while taking off your clothes. “What did Olivier mean when he said he doesn't want to be responsible again? You know, that comment about Kim's daughter.” Hongjoong asked as he fixed some parts of his suit. You knew that he didn't know much about celebrities like the Kardashians, so it seemed normal that he asked. But how do you explain this without it seeming like you are asking him to make you a baby. “Oh, about that, well Olivier made the dress that Kanye bought for Kim's birthday, and well let's just say that Kim got more than that dress as a present for that birthday,” you explained shyly. “Please help me with the zipper,” you asked him, and he practically ran to help you. “What do you mean, she got more than a dress?” I don't get it,” he asked again, zipping your dress up and helping you put on the necklace. “For fuck's sake Hongjoong, they made a baby that night and Kim said that it was because of that dress,” you said, a bit annoyed for having to explain such a thing. You looked up in the mirror in front of you to look at the dress, but the first thing you saw was your boyfriend smirking at you. “ Oh, so that's what he meant by that. I'm just confused why he said it like it's a bad thing,” Hongjoong explained rubbing your hips, looking at you“ I don't think that it would be a bad thing to claim my baby, show everyone that you are mine.” You gulped as Hongjoong's hands went around your lower belly, caressing it like you are already pregnant. “Well, maybe it's not a bad thing, maybe that was just a warning or a prediction,” you commented, already feeling your panties getting wet, but also feeling Hongjoong get hard behind you. “So you wouldn't mind if we played around without any protection. It's already making me hard just thinking about feeling all of you on my dick. I can't wait to fill you up after the gala.” he said, pushing you against his hard-on, making you whimper desperately. You couldn't contain yourself, the whole idea of him cumming inside of you made you extremely aroused. “You know we need to call everyone when we are done, but I can't go in front of them in this state, plus you owe me if I remember correctly.” Your mind immediately went to the flight when you joined the mile-high club. With that in mind, you just went down on your knees ready to give him the best blowjob of his life. “Oh, my obedient little slut knows what she promised. I will remember this, don't worry.” He unbuckled his pants, and you pulled down his boxers, wrapping your tiny hand around his much larger dick. He threw his head back the moment he felt your hand on the head of his dick. Putting his hand on your head, he slowly guided you closer to him. You opened your mouth, leaving tiny kisses on the head of his cock as you rubbed his base. “Princess, you know it's not your place to tease, give daddy what you owe him, and be a good slut for him.” You knew that you will regret it if you do not listen to him, so you immediately opened your mouth, wrapping it around him. Taking all of him inside was a crazy idea, but you made it your priority right now. He felt himself touching the back of your throat and your cheeks hollowing around him, which made him feral. Throwing his head back, he bucked his hips into your mouth. “Oh yes, baby, that's right. You're going to swallow it all, milk me for everything I'm worth.” And that's exactly what you did, you brought your hand to his balls, slowly massaging them to make him cum faster. Not long after that, he was cumming down your throat, making the most erotic noises. “Oh my God, baby, that was amazing, my love.” He praised you, giving you a hand to help you stand up. He wiped the corners of your mouth with his thumb, pushing it inside your mouth later, so you can suck off everything from it. “Brush your hair a bit, I'm going to call everyone in to finish the fitting.” He kissed you before going out of the room to call Olivier and the seamstresses in. The rest of the fitting went smoothly, there was no need to change anything, so you were done in half an hour. After that, you two had some free time, so Hongjoong decided to take you shopping for some gifts for his family and yours.

Finally, the day Hongjoong dreamed of, feels funny thinking this since usually people say this about their wedding but well. Hongjoong and you arrived in New York on the morning of the gala, probably the worst plan ever, but you don't have much of a say in these plans. You had breakfast at the hotel when you arrived, after that the preparations started. There was about thirty people in the hotel suite, you got your hair, make up and nails done all at the same time. The goal was to get you both ready on time, everyone worked like you were already late. Hongjoong was paranoid about being late, so he made a plan with the manager to do everything as fast as possible. Honestly, you were also kind of scared, not of being late, but of people's reaction to the two of you on this event. Him being there seemed natural, but what if people wanted someone from the band with him and not you. But there wasn't much time for what ifs, you needed to get dressed and go to take some pictures before leaving the hotel. As soon as the last flash went off, everyone was rushing to get the two of you in the van and to the gala. There was a lot of pressure and stress with everyone around you, but you calmed down the moment you felt Hongjoong squeeze your hand and smile at you. The ride wasn't too long, it almost felt like you teleported there. When the van stopped, make up and hair touched you up one last time and off you go to the carpet. There were a lot of celebrities already there before you, that gave you a bit of peace, knowing that all that rushing wasn't worthless. The moment you two stepped on those stairs camera flashes were everywhere, honestly you thought you are going to go blind because of them, but everything went smoothly. Hongjoong gave a couple interviews talking about how important and meaningful this is to him, which designer made your outfits and many more questions. Soon you were in the museum, you went through the exhibitions and sat down on the table that was assigned to you. When you sat down, you felt yourself relaxing, finally some peace without rushing anywhere. Hongjoong made some small talk with some people that were at your table before the performances and dinner started. To be honest, you didn't really know who were you sat with, but I guess that is the protocol for people who are invited for the first time. Everything was great when dinner started, until you felt Hongjoongs hand on your thigh, squeezing it and caressing it. You looked at him, but he didn't budge, he looked so calm eating like nothing is happening. He in fact didn't stop caressing your thigh, going higher and higher every time. You pushed his leg with yours, but he didn't even look at you. He just pushed himself closer to you and whispered in your ear. “Baby, stay calm please, nobody needs to know that I'm getting you ready for our after-party.” That sentence alone shocked you, you remembered Olivier's comment and how it inspired Hongjoong. You tried to stay calm as his hand went closer to your pussy. You were soaked by the time his hand was on your pussy. He massaged around your clit before he moved your panties to the side and slid his finger inside. The performances started at that moment which made you relived since everyone was watching them and not you. Hongjoong pumped his finger in and out of you very slowly, making sure to press on your g-spot every time he went in. You needed to cover your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from whimpering or, even worse, moaning at that very moment. He continued playing with you until performances were over, the moment they stopped he pulled his finger out, brushing it on his pants. “This is exactly how I need you wet, bothered and in need of some good fucking. The moment this is over, we are out, rushing to our hotel. Understood.” he whispered, and you just nodded slowly, trying to collect yourself so no one notices the change in your demeanor.

As soon as the dinner was over, Hongjoong rushed you to the van. Everyone was talking about the after-party, but you knew very well that's not where you two were rushing. When you entered the van, everyone was screaming and congratulating you, it seemed like the internet really liked you two on the carpet together. That was a small relive for your thoughts, but not for the ache between your legs. When you got to the hotel, the staff already packed their staff and were on the way to their rooms, which left you and Hongjoong alone in your suite. The moment Hongjoong closed the doors, your lips were on his, kissing him hungrily. He just chuckled, he got you just how he wanted, you were wet and needy. You made your way to the bedroom, where he helped you to get out of your dress, but he ordered you to keep your heels and necklace. He took off his suit in a matter of seconds, he pushed you on the bed, kissing your neck and down to your lower belly. “Are you ready to be marked as mine for everyone to see. I can't wait for you to be pregnant and full of my baby.” He rubbed your clit slowly before pushing two fingers inside you. The pleasure wasn't strong, you needed more, you craved his dick inside you. You squeezed your walls around his fingers, trying to give him a hint that you required more. “Someone is very needy. My baby mama is craving something bigger than my fingers, huh.” You could only moan at his words, already too far gone to say anything or form any thoughts. “Don't worry, I will make sure to get you full and pregnant by the end of this night.” He took off his boxers, pumping himself a bit. “Come up princess, spit on my cock and stroke it. I need this to be comfortable for my baby mama.” You propped yourself on one hand, spitting on his dick and stroking him to make it wet. As you did that, you looked him in the eyes, which turned him on even more. That dazed look in your eyes gave him confidence, he knew that only he can make you feel and look like this. He went down to kiss you and push you to lay down as he positioned his cock on your entrance. “Oh Hongjoong…. Feels so good, so full.” You moaned like never before, the stretch gave you just what you needed. “ Yeah you're feeling full baby.” He continued thrusting inside you, the tip of his dick brushing on your g-spot, making you see stars. Stroking your clit, he latched onto one of your nipples while his other hand massaged your other boob. “I can't wait to see your boobs full of milk for our baby.” He covered all of your sensitive spots, your stomach felt like it's going to burst. “Now mama, I need you to cum for me. Cum for daddy, so he can breed you nice and full.” Every word was punctuated by his thrust, every thrust made his tip slam into your g-spot, that was your limit. Your pussy started squeezing his dick, he rubbed your clit faster and that's when that pressure in your lover belly was released. You came all over him, he continued thrusting, feeling your pussy squeeze him trying to keep him inside. Throwing his head back, he came inside you, his tip touching your cervix. “Oh yes, mama, keep everything inside. Don't you dare a single drop to leave your pussy.” He slowly took himself out, pushing one finger inside you to keep everything inside. He laid beside you, stroking your hair with his other hand. “Thank you, daddy, for filling me up.” You smiled at him, as he kissed your forehead. He pulled his finger out and went to get a towel to clean you and your panties. “Daddy is now going to clean you up. I'm going to try to be gentle, I know you are sensitive.” You just nodded, as he slowly cleaned you and put some panties on you. “Thank you baby. I can't wait to see if we made a baby tonight.” He laid down, hugging you closely. “Me too. Hopefully for the next year we will need three invitations.”

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malum-forev · 1 year ago

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Hi, can I request ex husband!bucky x reader with the prompt “what makes you think you can…” from the bingo card??

Hi hiii thank you sooo much for your ask! Sooo, I kind of blacked out and ended up writing something that's over 3k words long. Hope you like it! It's kind of a part 2 to this story I wrote! I thought this prompt fit perfectly! get ready for ANGST CENTRAAALLLL

“Please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up.” (Y/n) begged, hearing the third ring on her side of the phone.

She didn’t know what to say. Hell, she didn’t know it was happening until this week! It would have gone completely unnoticed if it hadn’t been for an especially excited teacher. (Y/n)’s stomach just about dropped onto the floor as she heard her daughter’s teacher say how generous and kind Bucky was.

Another ring, one more and I can hang up. She thought but no, nothing with Bucky was ever simple. He couldn’t not answer the phone when (Y/n) wanted. Was that too much to ask? For Bucky to read her mind?

“Hey, do-“ Bucky stopped himself, trying to mask it with a cough. He couldn’t call you that anymore, he had to remember that. “What’s up?”

“Hi, I just wanted to ask you about something but I guess you’re busy so I’ll just-“

Bucky laughed. “I’m never too busy for you.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, talk about nothing being simple. He couldn’t even make the divorce that he wanted easy!

“So, I didn’t know this happened or better yet how it happened but,” She took a deep breath. “Peanut’s school is having a gala, a fund raiser and somehow P put your name down.”

The line went silent for a couple of seconds.

“I tried to explain to the school that you would be busy and that you don’t even go to your work galas.” She tried to joke, gnawing on her bottom lip nervously.

Bucky broke the silence with a noise. “Mhm.”

“But they said that when the parents saw the school was auctioning a day with an Avenger, ticket sales went up like 200 percent.”

“Oh Peanut.” Bucky groaned.

“I know you’re probably going to be busy,” (Y/n) said. “I just had to ask. P threatened to paint her hair blue if I didn’t give you a call.”

“She gets that from you.” Bucky’s low chuckle sent tingles through her body.

(Y/n) leaned on the wall behind her with a deep breath, she could always count on Bucky to calm her nerves. “Sure, we can say P gets her determination and ability to blackmail from me and not her father, James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes.”

Bucky’s belly laugh warmed (Y/n)’s heart, it had been a long time since she’d heard it.

“When’s the thing?”

“It’s next Friday but don’t worry, we can auction off something from that old box I have in the attic. Maybe that old leather jacket-“

“Don’t you dare.” Bucky playfully growled. “Never get rid of my lucky jacket! If I remember correctly that thing is the reason I got a second date out of you.”

Her mind went to that moment in time, all those years ago. It was Bucky’s favorite but he said it looked better on her.

“Is P going to the gala?” Bucky interrupted (Y/n)’s thoughts.

“Yeah, kids can go too.” She continued. “How about you ask Sam to submit a signed shield. The prototypes that no one uses-“

“I’ll be there.”

“What?” Her eyes just about bulged out of their sockets.

“I’ll be there.” Bucky repeated casually, like it wasn’t the first time ever he wanted to go to any of Peanut’s school events. Let alone a gala!

“You do know you’ll have to wear a tux, right?” She noted.

“You’ll be there, right?” Bucky asked.

“Mhm.” (Y/n) brought her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“Then I’m sure I can find one or two in the back of my closet.” Bucky smiled thinking about his options. She won’t be happy, but it’ll be worth it. He thought.

“Oh-okay. So I guess I’ll see you next week.”

(Y/n) smoothed the fabric of her dress nervously. Did Bucky forget he was supposed to be here? Was he sent on a mission at the last moment? She looked over at Peanut at the kids table, so excited that her dad was finally going to something at her school.

When she first started, some of her classmates and teachers didn’t believe she was Bucky’s daughter. (Y/n) and Bucky had chosen an extremely protected private school for the same reason, they didn’t want someone else telling P about the Winter Soldier, not before she was old enough to understand.

After the first tear dropped from Peanut’s eyes, when she told her dad no one at school believed her, you best believe Bucky picked her up every single day. He would often take off his jacket as soon as he got to her school just so everyone would shut their mouths. No one was to make his little girl cry, ever.

(Y/n) turned to the bar behind her and ordered a glass of champagne.

“Do you think he’s actually going to come?” One of the women next to (Y/n) asked her friends.

“Honey, if he does, you gals better take out a loan because that man is going home with me.” An older woman laughed into her drink.

“A recently divorced hunk? Sign me up. I don’t need the full day, just a couple of hours with him and it’ll be enough.” Another one said.

(Y/n) cringed at their words. She obviously has eyes, she knew what her ex-husband looked like but did people have to talk about him like he was just a piece of meat?

The whole room suddenly got quiet. (Y/n) looked left and right to see what had happened and it wasn’t long until she found out. Bucky strolled into the room.

He did not. (Y/n) thought.

Bucky was wearing the tuxedo he wore at their wedding. The black-on-black combination made him look even more mysterious than he already was. But every ounce of his dark persona disappeared once he heard the two magic words.

“Hi Daddy!” Peanut came running towards Bucky at full speed. With a small umph Bucky picked up his daughter and twirled her around.

“Hello princess.” Bucky smiled, melting for his sweet little girl. “Why don’t you tell me where mommy is?”

Peanut pointed a chubby finger towards (Y/n) and she held up her champagne glass, the murmurs and gasps of the women next to her didn’t go unnoticed.

Bucky placed Peanut back on the floor and set his eyes on (Y/n), it was like everything and everyone around him became blurry. He could only see her.

“You’re late.” (Y/n) looked up at him.

“I’m the talent, I am never late.” Bucky smiled at her, the kind of smile that made women all over the world want to drop to their knees, for various reasons.

(Y/n) laughed, pushing Bucky away with her left hand. Bucky took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing the spot on her third finger where her ring used to sit.

“You look radiant.” Bucky came closer to (Y/n) placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

She took in his intoxicating smell, it had been forever since she’d been this close to him. (Y/n) took a deep breath, the memories coming to life again. But before she could get lost in the past, the present came into view.

(Y/n) cleared her throat and took a step back before turning to the women gawking next to them. “Ladies, may I introduced you to my ex-husband, James?”

Bucky rolled his eyes and turned to them, a forced smile playing on his lips.

(Y/n) slipped from the group with a light laugh and sat down at her table, the auction about to start.

It wasn’t long before Bucky’s category came up, women desperate to cheat on their husbands without actually doing it. (Y/n) smiled cheekily as she saw Bucky fidget on the stage, the bright lights made him feel like he was a show horse.

“Mr. Barnes was kind enough to auction a day with an Avenger, the winner of this would spend the day at the Avengers Compound and meet some of the people responsible for our safety!” Peanut’s principal spoke into the microphone.

“I can’t assure a tour of the compound.” Bucky’s raspy voice said through the speakers.

“We’ll see the details later.” The principal waved him off. “How about we start the bidding at four hundred dollars?”

“Five hundred.” A woman way too old to be with Bucky, and that’s taking into consideration that he’s over a hundred years old, raised her bid card.

“Six hundred.” Another woman said.

“Seven hundred.” A third spoke.

Bucky’s eyes kept getting bigger and bigger, he hadn’t considered the fact that women would actually bid to be with him. He turned to (Y/n) with pleading eyes.

“Mommy, aren’t you gonna bid on daddy?” P asked her.

“Honey-“ (Y/n) was about to explain how for some people spending a day with her Dad would be the experience of a lifetime, when one of the women she heard speaking so vulgarly about Bucky raised her card.

“One thousand dollars.” The woman had a smug look on her face.

“Going once-“ The principal said.

“Mommy do something.” Peanut whispered.

“Going twice.” Bucky threw his head back. Fuuck. He thought.

“Go-“

“Two thousand dollars.” (Y/n) raised her card.

Bucky’s head snapped forward at the sound of her voice. His scowl turned into a smile.

“Sold, to the lady in the back.” The principal’s eyes just about turned into dollar signs.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Bucky whispered, hiking Peanut’s body up. At some point in the night she had fallen asleep and now her father was carrying her to (Y/n)’s car.

(Y/n) waved her hand. “It was nothing. I couldn’t let you spend a day with that hornets’ nest. She would’ve eaten you alive.

“Still- thank you.” Bucky’s kind eyes were one of the first things that drew (Y/n) to him, the same shade he now shared with his daughter.

(Y/n) unlocked her car so he could strap Peanut in.

“So, when should I pick you up?” Bucky opened (Y/n)’s door so she could get in.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, about the auction thing. You don’t have to do that, I’m sure you’re going to be busy.”

“How’s next Thursday at 8 sound? We can take P to school and I’ll give you an extremely memorable ‘Day with an Avenger’.” Bucky’s smooth words coated her heart.

“I’ve already had a couple of ‘Days with an Avenger’ and they haven’t been that memorable.” She teased.

“I can think of a couple of memorable days where you would beg-“

(Y/n) clamped her hand over Bucky’s mouth. “You can’t say that!”

“Would I be lying?” Bucky’s muffled voice said proudly.

“I’ll see you next Thursday.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes with a smile. “Please don’t be late.”

“Promise.”

The doorbell rang at 7:50 am on Thursday.

“Be careful Peanut!” (Y/n) yelled as she opened the door. “Don’t fall from the stool! I don’t really feel like visiting the hospital right now.”

She huffed as she opened the door. Mornings were always chaotic but now, without another pair of helping hands it felt impossible. But here he was.

Bucky stood at the other side of the door, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. A bouquet of her favorite flowers on one hand and balancing two coffees on the other.

“Good morning.” Bucky placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Need help with anything?”

(Y/n) stepped aside with her jaw on the floor, letting Bucky come inside.

“Hiya Daddy!” Peanut beamed, shoving another forkful of French toast in her mouth.

“How’s my number one girl doing this morning?” Bucky asked, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

(Y/n) stepped into the kitchen, feeling like she’d walked into another dimension.

“Sorry doll, you’ve been bumped down to the number two spot.” Bucky winked at (Y/n) and her eyebrows shot up. “You still keep the vases on the top cupboard?”

(Y/n) slowly nodded, the shocked expression never left her.

Definitely an alternate dimension, it’s the only explanation. She thought.

Drop off was perfect and the ride to the compound was actually pleasant.

“You got a new car.” (Y/n) hummed, looking around Bucky’s new SUV.

He nodded proudly. “I can’t ride around on a bike forever. Plus, you asked me to get a car.”

“I asked you to get a car over a year ago.” She snorted.

Bucky shrugged, the relaxed smile on his lips never faltered. “Took me a while but I got it.”

(Y/n) eyed her ex-husband curiously. Fresh haircut, cologne, pressed t-shirt. New car, more present. Something changed. “Okay, who is she?”

“Who’s who?” Bucky’s forehead creased.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. “I’m not a child, you can tell me who she is.”

“If you’re trying to say I’m dating someone, I’m not.” Bucky looked a little offended.

“I never said anything about dating.” (Y/n) laughed. “You can get some without making it official.”

“I’m not doing that either.” Bucky grumbled, his grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles white.

“I’m sorry for asking. I didn’t know you not getting any was a sore subject.” She held her hands up in surrender and laughed. “You do know you can do that right? I’m pretty sure the papers we signed mean that we’re no longer together, meaning you can have se-“

Bucky’s groan interrupted her, he ran his palm through his face. “Can we not talk about my sex life please? I actually have a nice day planned, and it doesn’t include this topic of conversation.”

“You. Have a day planned.” She emphasized the words.

“Please feel free make me sound more like an asshole.” Bucky chuckled.

And what a day did he have planned.

It started by taking her to the newly renovated Avengers Museum on the compound. Bucky showed (Y/n) a few never before seen pictures of himself from the 40’s.

“The investigators dug these up.” He smiled.

“You were a baby!” She laughed, posing for a picture next to the blown-up print of him.

“You think Peanut will look like me when she’s a little bit older?” Bucky came up behind her, resting his head on hers and tossing his arms over her shoulders.

(Y/n) relaxed into his body. “You want her to look more like you? She’s basically your twin.”

His laugh made her whole body vibrate. “What can I say? We should have tried to get a boy after P, maybe he would look like you.”

Afterwards came a late lunch by the lake followed by a tour of the new wing dedicated to Steve Rogers. Bucky had thought of everything. He asked Sam to pick up Peanut from school and make sure she did her homework, took a bath and brushed her teeth before going to bed.

The sun was setting as Bucky drove (Y/n) home, he rested his hand on the center console hoping she would take it. It wasn’t long until she intertwined their fingers.

Bucky opened her side of the door and helped her down. (Y/n) leaned on his car.

“Thank you for a lovely day.” She smiled. “Don’t know if it was worth 2k but, I had an amazing time.”

Bucky fake gasped, clutching the left side of his chest. “You don’t think I’m worth two thousand measly dollars?”

“Some of us actually have to work to get two thousand dollars, not just pose around and look cute.” She bit the inside of her cheek to stop a smile from forming.

Bucky stepped closer to her. “Well I would pay you way more than that to pose around for me. You already have the cute thing down to a T.”

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, dragging his knuckles against her cheek and stopping at her lips. Bucky pulled her closer to him and placed his lips on hers. At first it was soft but once his brain registered what was happening, it turned dark and hungry. It was like he was running out of oxygen and the only thing that could breathe life into him was her kiss.

With a gasp, she pushed him away.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) asked breathlessly, bringing her fingers to her throbbing lips.

“(Y/n), please.” Bucky sighed. “I want you, I need you. And I’m not talking about stupid sex, I’m talking about you. Talking to you every day, telling me off for things I do or don’t do, I want us. Together.”

Her eyebrows creased, she felt her body heat up with rage. “What makes you think you can kiss me like that? Like nothing’s ever happened. Like you’ve forgotten we’re not together anymore.”

“Please.” Bucky’s crystal blue eyes reddened. “Do you want me to get on my knees? Because I’ll do it. I’m begging you, please take me back. I want to be with you, forever.”

(Y/n) sniffled, tears of her own threatening to fall. “I’m not falling for this, not again. I’m about to finish mending my broken heart, I’ve just finished putting the pieces back together and for you to come here and-“

“I’m trying-“ Bucky cried. “I’m really trying to show you that I’ve changed.”

(Y/n) let out a dry laugh. “Does going to one gala and buying a car mean you’ve changed? I asked you to buy that thing for a whole year and you never even thought about it.”

“But I’m doing it now, does that mean anything?” Bucky asked with saddened eyes.

“Yes, it means that you only want me because you can’t have me.”

“That’s not-“ He tried to argue but she turned towards her door.

“Thank you for the nice day James but, I have to go to my real life. The one in which we’re still divorced and you have to leave for some undisclosed amount of time to a classified location. Do you remember? Your reallife.” (Y/n) opened her front door, thanking Sam for taking care of Peanut.

Bucky was left on the driveway with tears running down his cheek.

Part 3 here!

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nexility-sims · 9 months ago

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𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 / ❛ boy crazy ❜ part 1 (@armoricaroyalty)

❝ The Lover's Gala was the Armorican Queer Front's biggest annual event and 2044 was the 25th Anniversary. The organization's communications team had spent months putting out stories about the gala and the celebrities and members of the royals family expected to attend, trying without much success to turn the event into a major cultural major. Overnight, Princess Zofia (and her new boyfriend) blew them all out of the water. It was only his second time in Armorica, and the first time they'd appeared in public together since the funeral. It was only natural that they landed on the front page of every newspaper in the country, the gala (and the work done by the AQF) a vague footnote after paragraphs upon paragraphs breathlessly speculating about the intimate details of the lovebirds' long-distance relationship. "

♥ shoutout to gabe for pitching this very fun idea, as well as for the title card, the contextual prose, and, of course, my beloved daughter miss zofia augusta st. fleur !!!!!!! she's my favorite barbie doll & has been for a long time :^) i guess i love and adore my son as well, but nonetheless. this is special in part because it's the first time i've written them speaking outside of a parody piece that will never see the light of day. anyway, enjoy this super premature dialogue-inclusive, full-color sneak peak of Them™

PART 2

TRANSCRIPT:

{Light music, overlapping conversations}

[Z] It’s gotten so long since December!

[R] Anything for you.

[Z] Anything at all? Promise?

[R] On my life.

[Z] So ... Can we leave then?

[R] Well, that’s actually your call—

[Z] Okay, let’s leave right now!

[R] We’ve been here for only a short while, Fia.

[R] Even less if you count the “restroom break.”

[Z] That was worth it, and no one even noticed.

{Knocking}

[Z] Occupied!

[Z] Anyway, Hannah’s still here. Even Pidge. Et cetera. We can go.

[R] They walked out ten minutes ago—Hannah with Hugo, Margaret following Arthur. All through a servant’s door. Very conspicuous.

[Z] Did they? Huh. So they did.

{Rui laughs}

[Z] Look, if we leave now, it’ll be perfect. It’s barely nine o’clock. We can go back to the city, change clothes, go dancing—!

{Imaginary club music thudding} [Z&R V.O.] Party all night—bet you don’t believe me, but we actually do have good clubs [Rui snickers] or, like, one I like a lot—then I get a cheeseburger—[no pickles]—right! Oh, remember that poor cashier in Nakawe? You sure told him. [“Plain” means plain.] My hero! Anyway, then you carry me and my sore feet to bed. Ideal night.

[Z] You can keep this on, actually. Maybe ditch the jacket.

[R] Undo another button or two?

[Z] Of course. [Soft sigh] You get me.

[Z] The rose is also a must.

[R] It’s for you—a keepsake.

[Z] Aw. Our first appearance and our first Valentine’s Day ...

[R] A sign, probably. Meant to be.

[Z] Romance novel worthy. I’d read it.

[R] The boxes are checked: excitement, fate, many graphic—

[Z] No! Erotic. {Repeats in Armorican} Memorize that one.

{Murmuring}

[R] Do you think I should’ve worn a tie this evening?

[Z] What?

[R] If we were home, obviously not. But, Armorica is ... People here seem to care a lot about unnecessary things. So, was that a misstep?

[Z] {Laughs}

[Z] Pfft. Hugo didn’t even have his jacket on.

[R] {Scoff} I am not Hugo.

[R] I want to make a good impression—on your family, really. This visit is different. They’re all, for better or worse, paying attention to me.

[Z] Are you kidding? Mission accomplished. [Z] Trust me, they love you! Now, come on, let’s go already—!

#ahhhh happy v day everyone !!!!!#sorry to literally everyone else #but they are my favorites of favorites hands down #ch.zofia #ch.rui #part two Soon

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howlingday · 6 months ago

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Seuqcaj

What if Jacques Schnee was... Well, what if he wasn't Jacques Schnee?

Winter: My father had a stroke years ago.

Willow: He didn't really. Weiss just says he did to excuse his behavior.

Jacques: Did you know that the peanut is neither a pea, nor a nut?

Ironwood: ...So, I understand you were once a huntress?

Jacques: Oh, wait... It is a nut.

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Lisa: I hear you can you say your name backwards. Is that true?

Jacques: Seuqcaj!

Lisa: And what is your favorite food in the whole wide world?

Jacques: Seuqcaj!

Lisa: ...

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Weiss: Mother! Have you seen Whitley?! I think I lost him!

Willow: When was the last time you saw him?

Weiss: Last night, when I took him on his first date.

Jacques: I remember my first date~!

Jacques: Your mother never looked lovelier~.

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Willow: Well, I think Whitley looks dashing, and if you won't go to the gala with him, then I will~!

Jacques: What about me?

Willow: I was going to give you some rubber bands to play with, but if you insist, you can come.

Jacques: Oh... I could have had rubber bands...

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Willow: Thank you all for coming tonight. Now, we all know why we're here tonight, don't we?

Jacques: To see those keeno nitro rockets! Vroom, vroom~!

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Winter: I'm at a loss... I don't know if there is a way to fix Penny.

Willow: Your father is working on an experiment of his own. Perhaps you two can collaborate?

Winter: (Walks into Jacques' study w/ Willow, Sees convoluted contraptions at work)

Jacques: (Looking through a microscope)

Winter: And what is the... purpose of this experiment?

Jacques: I'm developing the world's very first fish-powered death ray! It'll make Roman Torchwick's version look like a joke~!

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Jacques: (Standing next to a snow-woman) Winter, your man troubles are over because I found you the perfect mate~!

Jacques: His name is Ken and he lives in Malibu. He has a girlfriend named Barbie, but she's not much of a lady. More plastic than person, if you know what I mean.

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Weiss: Father, I'm in love with two people, and I don't know who to choose between them.

Jacques: Oh, that is a tough one. I had gone through similar travails when I was with your mother.

Maybe in the past?

Jacques: (After beating a man senseless) I punch like comet, then drink 'til I vomit, I'm Jackie the Sailor Man~! (TOOT! TOOT!) Agh agh agh agh agh!

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Willow: Weiss! Jaune! I'm so glad you could make it!

Jaune: It's wonderful to see two people together after thirty years.

Jacques: (Stabs Jaune with a fork)

Jaune: OW!

Jacques: Oh! He is real~!

Weiss: ...Ugh, not one of his better days.

Willow: I'm afraid it is. I just don't know what to do; our marriage has never been this shaken and Jacques just isn't the man he used to be.

Jacques: (From the very top of a high pillar, Dressed up as) NANANANA! BATMAN~! (Swings down, Choking out a server) BATMAN~!

Klein: (Sighs) Very good, sir.

Clerk: ON STRIKE!

Jacques: Excuse me, my good man, but I could put you through with a man who can help. A man named... Batman..

Clerk: Er, that won't be necessary, sir.

Jacques: Oh, yes, it will! (Chops in the neck) BATMAN~!

Willow: (Sighs) Not every bullhead is on strike, are they?

Jacques: (Looks around, Sees Icarus Flights)

On said flight...

Jaune: I guess I could help, but I'll need a babysitter for Adrian.

Willow: This- This flight is dreadfully bumpy!

Jacques: I'll go have a word with the captain. (Enters Captain's cabin, Gasps) A pig?! (Grabs Six Swans bottle) And he's been drinking!

Pilot: (Pig Faunus, Burps)

Jacques: Wait a second... Pigs can't fly... PIGS CAN'T FLY! (Bullhead nosedives)

In the middle of the ocean...

Willow: (Reaching for an oar)

Pilot: (Grunts unintelligibly)

Jacques: I don't care how many stewards and stewardesses you bagged; you're still a lousy pilot!

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Weiss: Not to worry. I know just the man for the job; my father!

Later...

Adrian: (In a car seat, Giggling as he bounce) I love monster truck show~!

Jacques: (Driving monster truck) Hm? What show? (Continues crushing cars in the street)

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Weiss: Father, are you sure you're up for this?

Jacques: Weiss, it's only headmaster. Could I do any worse than Ozpin, or Ironwood, or Lionheart, who sold out his huntsman to Tyrian Callows for protection from Salem?

Whitley: Hm... Maybe he is cut out for this.

Jacques: Of course I am! (Pulls on face mask) Now let's rob that bank!

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Lisa: Our candidates are entering the stage now. Atlas Headmaster James Ironwood, Happy Huntress Robyn Hill, and former Councilman of Mantle Jacques Schnee. Councilman Schnee, an opening statement?

Jacques: As the first Faunus female head of the human supremacy group, I'd just like to say Atlas SUCKS!

Adam: This might actually hurt us more than it helps us.

Lisa: And Councilman Schnee, what would you do in the event of a Grimm invasion?

Jacques: (Cooking at podium, High-pitched) Then, you sprinkle your chicken liberally with old spice~!

Willow: Oh, Jacques, what can we do to save our darling son?!

Jacques: Not to worry, Willow, my darling wife. I have friends in high places who can help us!

At Atlas HQ...

Ironwood: Jacques. Always a pleasure.

Jacques: General Ironwood, my son is being held hostage in Menagerie, and I need you to save him. I've funded Atlas Academy for years, and I've never once asked for anything in return!

Ironwood: You asked to be made councilman of balloon doggies.

Jacques: I never asked to be made councilman of balloon doggies, the balloon doggies demanded it of me!

Jacques: (Holds up balloon doggy) Isn't that right?

Jacques: (Falsetto) "No!"

Jacques: Quiet, you!

Ironwood: Oh, Brothers...

#rwby #the critic #jacques schnee #willow schnee #winter schnee #weiss schnee #jaune arc #whitley schnee #lisa lavender #james ironwood #adam taurus #klein sieben

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lunerna21 · 1 year ago

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……Is anyone else kinda disappointed with how Playful Land ended up being?? Or it is just me??

***Slight Spoilers for Playful Land Ahead***

Don’t get me wrong, it was an enjoyable event and everything and I loved seeing new people bonding that we typically wouldn’t see interact like Leona and Trey.

But besides that, it felt sort of lackluster compared to Glorious Masquerade.

Like Azul, Idia and Malleus and the others demonstrated growth compared to their involvement of the main story. Even in Glorious Masquerade, we witnessed everyone going through something traumatic with how dangerous the Fire Lotuses could be, to the scary thought that anyone could lose their magic forever because of Rollo’s choices.

Like I was on the EDGE of my seat as I’m watching students from NRC fight this with everything and EVERY SINGLE STUDENT progressed and showed how much they’ve grown over time.

AND I LOVED IT! ITS STILL MY FAVORITE EVENT!

…..But I don’t think Playful Land lived up to the potential it could have been…

Don’t get me wrong, Fellow blew Rollo out of the water with how fucked up and dark the concept was for Playful Land.

I had to stop SEVERAL times to compute the fucking fact that this is happening to people, and many others weren’t able to stop Fellow and Gidel in time. Like shit was FUCKED UP

BUT WHY DID THEY STOP TALKING ABOUT THE DUDE BEHIND THE SCENES INVOLVING HUMAN TRAFFICKING!?

LIKE NO IT SHOULDN’T JUST END WITH EVERYONE CELEBRATING AND DANCING AND SINGING

SHOULDNT SOMEBODY REPORT WHOEVER THIS WAS, MAYBE HAVE FELLOW RATTING HIM OUT SO IT STOPS HAPPENING!?

Like why did they show Ace slightly scared with the concept of turning into puppets? If it was me, I’d be shitting bricks thinking my body is slowing turning into a mindless puppet and never returning NRC.

And even Kalim I feel like they didn’t really use the opportunity to grow from how he was in Book 4. Ortho showed some growth, but Fairy Gala Remix demonstrated more of how much Ortho was beginning to grow from an android to a human being, to being himself.

Not only the main three, but Lilia, Jade and the others didn’t really get a spotlight moment where we feel proud from how far they came from their involvement in the main story.

ALSO ME BEING AN ACEYUU PSYCHO I WAS HOPING FOR A MOMENT LIKE IN GLORIOUS MASQUERADE WITH ACE COMING IN TO SAVE US OR SHOWING SOME HINT OF WORRY.

BUT NO. NOPE. WE DIDNT GET ANY OF THAT AND I WANNA FLIP THE FUCK OUT I NEED MORE ACEYUU MOMENTS TOGETHER

One thing I did enjoy was there was more interaction with Fellow, Gidel and MC, even after the reveal of Fellow and Gidel’s intentions.

But I just feel like it didn’t live up to being a potential contender for Glorious Masquerade.

Even some of the groovy cards weren’t spectacular. I loved Ace, Ortho and Kalim but the others kinda seemed half-assed

AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHY THEY ALWAYS FUCK UP THE COLOR OF LEONAS SKIN IN EACH OF HIS GROOVY CARDS!? That and it just looks they didn’t put any effort into his groovy whatsoever.

Can we please give Leona a stunning groovy with perfect lighting and color for once!?

I’m kinda worried of what they’re gonna do with the concept of Halloween next year, but I just hope they don’t make it another traumatic event like the past Halloween event

Let’s just give the NRC students and staff a break because what the fuck they went through I would’ve been traumatized, ESPECIALLY TURNING INTO A FUCKING WOODEN PUPPET

AND I HAVENT EVEN SEEN ANY OF THE VIGNETTES BEING MENTIONED (part of it obviously due to some cards not having a vignette) but when Glorious Masquerade came out EVERYONE WAS IN SHAMBLES

I guess only time will tell, but let me know what you thought of Playland Land too I’m super curious if it’s only me who felt this way

But anyway, enjoy the rest of your day~~!❤️❤️❤️

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maccreadysbaby · 6 months ago

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Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

bentley is so clueless about like everything and it kind of makes me happy and sad 🫠 fun fact this boy has never seen two people kiss on the lips apart from movies, he has absolutely no idea what a healthy romantic relationship looks like lmao

part three

❝ MAFIA FAMILY (PT 2) ❞

SUNDAY — JULY 15 — 1:48PM

BENTLEY HAD BEEN STARING AT TWO PIECES OF A TORN NAPKIN FOR WAY TOO LONG.

Call me! One said, followed by a phone number and the name: Vera.

Text me, said the other, with a number and the name: Layla <3.

Bentley tapped his fingers on the coffee table. “Why do you think she put a heart on it?”

Asten, Jason, Dick, Tim, Steph, Duke, Damian, and Cass hardly batted an eye away from their intense game of Mario Kart. (Bentley was terrible at Mario Kart. Hence why he was staring at a napkin instead. Plus, only eight players could go at once. He didn’t mind.)

It was the day after the gala, which was commonly considered a lazy dayaround the Manor. Bentley enjoyed it very much, just hanging out with his family. Everyone was rocking sweats, and they had all slept through breakfast in favor of gorging on terribly unhealthy snacks, which was fun. (And probably giving Alfred a bunch of grey hairs.)

Jason, Damian, Duke, and Cass were sitting on the long sofa, while Steph, Tim, Dick, Bentley, and Asten took up spots on the floor around the coffee table. They also had a string of movies lined up to watch later, one of them being Bentley’s favorite, the Outsiders. (Dick always pulled it out after Bentley had an attack or a rough day, he realized, which was nice.)

“She’s a teenage girl. She probably thinks it’s cute,” Jason shrugged, leaning forward and focusing hard, his fingers moving impossibly fast on the controller. His white streak was hanging down toward his eyes and he kept blowing it away. “Girls love all that stuff.”

“Or she thinks you’re cute,” Asten added. Bentley scrunched his face up, glaring across the coffee table at him. He was too busy winning the race to see it.

Bentley looked over at Steph. “Steph? You’re a girl.”

She snorted, pushing one of her French brains behind her shoulders. “I mean, I used to sign my name with a heart, so I guess that’s a possibility.”

Oh. So it was normal?

“But also, when I dated Tim, I-“

A throw pillow nailed Steph right in the face before she could continue, so hard she fell over in the floor.

“Ow!”

“We are not going there,”

“They probably just want to be friends with you. You should text them,” Dick suggested. He was focusing so hard on the game that his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth. “If you want to.” He added quickly.

“You should totally text them,” Asten piped up.

Bentley looked back down at the numbers. “What am I supposed to say?”

“Something like, hey, it’s Bentley, I really enjoyed hanging out with you the other night,” Duke said, actually taking a second to flick his eyes over to Bentley momentarily. “So they know you’re not just doing it to check a box.”

Jason scoffed. “Or you can just say hey instead of being a suck-up.”

“Maybe hey, it’s Bentley. So they have a little context,” Dick suggested.

Bentley sighed heavily. Why was this so confusing and difficult?

“Context is for losers,” Jason replied.

“Is that why I never know what you’re texting about?” Tim rebuddled, and Jason retaliated by shooting something at him on the game.

Dick looked over at Bentley, flashing a soft smile, blue eyes shining. “Just say what you want to say, kiddo. There’s no right or wrong way to do it.”

“Except cussing them out,” Steph added. Damian rolled his eyes at her, or maybe at the whole situation in general.

“If it were me, I would not text them at all. They were being rambunctious and interruptive during an important gala,” Damian muttered. His eyes were trained on the screen in a freakishly unmoving way. He was in second place.

“Some people like having friends,” Tim replied.

Damian scoffed, and Tim’s vehicle got shot at again.

“Whoa, no one told me we were playing Mario Kart,”

A chorus of grumbles and unhappy mutterings came with the appearance of Bruce’s voice.

Bentley glanced up, smiling lightly at him when he walked into the den in a t-shirt and pajama pants, something very out of the norm for Bruce Wayne. He caught Bentley’s eyes and smiled back, gray irises gleaming just like Dick’s did. (Bentley never would’ve thought Dick was adopted if he hadn’t been told, really.)

“That’s because you’re the worst Mario Kart player in history,” Jason mumbled, taking Damian’s second place spot, which caused a barrage of weapon firing to come his way.

Bruce looked appalled as he sauntered over toward the coffee table and couch. “I am not,” He muttered, ruffling Bentley’s hair on the way by. “Hey, chum. How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” Bentley shrugged, glancing down at the napkin pieces. “Trying to decide whether to text those girls or not.”

“From the gala? What were their names?”

Bentley tapped his fingers on the coffee table. “Vera and Layla.”

Bruce hummed in acknowledgment, shoving himself between Dick and Jason on the couch. “I think that would be nice.”

Bentley said nothing, but instead, pulled his phone out of his pocket and set it on the coffee table, screen up.

He guessed hey, it’s Bentley sounded best.

“Should I text them in a group?”

He got varying answers of yes, no, and whatever makes you comfortable. Which wasn’t very helpful in the slightest.

So, he settled on it. He opened his messages, added both Vera and Layla’s numbers to a group, and texted: hey, it’s Bentley.

And for some reason, he suddenly wanted to chuck his phone across the room and into a pit of lava, so instead of destroying a perfectly good device, he turned it off and tossed it on one of the chairs sitting behind him.

“He threw the phone. That means he did it!” Steph half-squeaked in excitement, even though Bentley knew she hadn’t even been looking at him. He swore everyone in the family had more than two eyes.

Not much was said besides a muted woohoo from Asten, which, honestly, could’ve been directed toward the game. Bentley was glad for it. Actually texting these girls was awkward enough as it was.

Not thirty seconds later, Bentley’s phone started ringing.

He felt eyes on him as he moved from the coffee table to grab it, peering down at the caller ID.

Vera.

With a breath in, he grabbed his phone and made his way out of the den.

“Don’t have too much fun, B,” Asten called behind him, and he shook his head, not looking back. He knew everyone was staring.

Why did they make Bentley talking to girls such a big deal? Other than the fact that it was his literal first time taking to girls his age, there was nothing special about it.

When he made it to the top of the stairs, he pressed the green button and put it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey! Great timing on your text, our plane just landed,” Vera said, her voice much more cheerful than it had been at the gala. “JFK is a disaster, though. I hate airports.”

“Hey, Bentley!” Came a second voice he recognized as Layla’s.

“Hey,” He replied, walking into his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. He walked around for a moment, tapping his fingers on his pants awkwardly. “Where… did you fly to?”

“Us? We live in New York City,” Vera replied.

Bentley furrowed his brow. “Isn’t that, like, right next to New Jersey, though? Why’d you fly?”

“If you had the choice of car or plane, wouldn’t you pick plane?”

Bentley shrugged. “I guess so.”

“Exactly,”

Bentley said nothing, but sat down on his bed with a little poof noise.

“How are you today? Better than yesterday?”

“Layla, that’s rude,”

“How is that rude?!”

Bentley snickered lightly. “I’m better than yesterday.”

“That’s good,” Layla replied. “That was scary.”

“Layla!”

“What?!”

“What she means is she’s glad you’re feeling better. And, in my opinion, your powers were awesome,” Vera replied. “I mean, I guess you weren’t having an awesome time, but… they were still cool. Do you control liquid?”

Bentley shrugged. “I guess. At first I thought it was just water, but I‘ve done champagne, and tea, and b-… uh, and… uh, stuff like that.”

“Were you about to say blood? You were totally about to say blood!” Vera exclaimed. “Bentley that’s epic!”

“Not really,” He sighed. “Especially when I lose it like I did last night.”

Or, y’know, when he almost murdered the Secret Keeper by bending her blood.

Crap. Vera.

Bentley tapped his fingers on his pants again. “Can you read minds over the phone?”

He heard them both laugh. “Don’t worry, cowboy, you’re safe unless I’m next to you.”

“Oh,” Bentley breathed. “Good.”

“So; big question,” Vera started. “For you, Wayne.”

He picked at his bedsheets. “Okay?”

“Are the Wayne’s a mafia family? I promise I won’t tell anybody,”

Bentley snickered, bringing his legs up and sitting criss-cross. “What? No.”

Vera grumbled. “Darn it. I thought I finally figured out why you’re all so strange.”

“Strange?” He questioned. “What do you mean strange?”

“Y’know. You stay home a lot, and do business stuff. To be such a high profile family, you’re not in public a ton. Which is weird,”

“And you were calling me rude for asking how he was?” He heard Layla mutter.

Bentley shrugged even though they couldn’t see him. “Well, lots of us are homeschooled or in college. We’re basically either at home or gone.”

Vera hummed. “Homeschooled huh? How boring is that?”

“Vera!”

“Don’t scold me, blondie,”

“I guess it can get a little boring, but it’s not so bad. I like being home with my dad,” Bentley explained, scooting so he was against his headboard. “Sometimes I miss Gotham Academy, though.”

“Really? Why?” Layla asked.

Bentley shrugged. He did miss it, sometimes. It seemed like there was something new at Gotham Academy every day (even without the psycho teacher incident), and at the Manor it was just… the same. Every day.

“I don’t know. We go out and do stuff, but sometimes it just feels like I’m living the same day over and over again,” He explained. “Real school wasn’t like that. Plus, having a teacher talk to you is much more entertaining than just reading from a computer.”

“Sounds dreadful,”

Layla snorted. “You really need to re-think this whole what’s nice and what’s rude thing, V.”

“How old are you?”

Bentley furrowed his brow. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” Vera spat.

“I’m turning fourteen in October. I’ll be in ninth grade this fall. Why?”

“Bentley, you should come to our school!” Layla exclaimed loudly, so loud it sounded kind of muffled on the phone, like she was really close to the microphone.

Bentley blinked a few times. “Uh… you live in New York City.”

“Yeah, but our school’s awesome. Our friend Summer’s aunt is the headmistress!” Layla explained.

Vera snickered. “Yeah, it’s a year-round boarding school for metahumans. I’ll send you the link to our website.”

Boarding school. Didn’t that mean the students lived there? Bentley wasn’t so sure about that part, but being in a school where he didn’t have to worry about being a metahuman sounded pretty cool. And, Y’know. Not staring at a computer in the Manor for the rest of his life.

“Okay,” Bentley replied. “I’m not sure about the whole living in New York part, though.”

“I mean, I guess you could drive back and forth every day, but that’d be a lot of car time,”

“Yeah… it sounds cool, though,” He stated, picking at the blankets.

Vera sighed. “Anyways, that mafia question was all I had for ya. We’re about to hop in a taxi. Make sure to look at the website, yeah?”

“Okay,” Bentley replied. “Bye.”

“See ya,”

“Bye, Bentley!”

The call was ended, and before Bentley could even put his phone down, he got a text. A website link.

Redwood Academy for the Gifted.

He hummed lightly, tapping on the link.

Going to a real school again, especially for high school, actually didn’t sound half bad.

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fandomtherapy44 · 1 year ago

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Klaus x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Marshall the younger sister of Hayley Marshall. Side note I love Hayley one of my favorite characters. Basically Y/n will be pregnant instead of Hayley and I will be changing some things up but then that it should stay pretty close to the series. I hope you enjoy the story! Also, if you like I have a Castiel x reader

Paring: Klaus x reader

Word count: 1,286

Warnings: Some language, Typical the Originals violence, Spoilers for season one of The Originals, Pregnancy

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saradika

Chapter 3: Tangled up in the blue

(POV: Y/n)

I walked in the room Hayley was in and she was sitting in the middle reading something. “Hey Halys, what are you reading?” “Oh N/n nothing nothing um how is my niece slash nephew this morning?” She said trying to ignore what she was just caught in. “They are doing well. They are so tiny right now that I barely notice them sometimes, but they remind me with sickness every morning.” I said smiling at them and rubbing my stomach. “Right, I'm sorry you have to go through that.” She said, trying to comfort me. We go downstairs and we can hear Rebekah and Klaus talk and also hear them mention me.

“The werewolves would like to know what the plan is.” I said standing next to the doorway. They both look at us and Klaus's stare seems to linger. “Well, that depends what plan you mean, love-- my plan for global domination, or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world?” Klaus remarked and in response Rebakah threw a pencil with super speed and he kind of deserved it. “The plan to rescue Elijah. You know, the good brother? The one who is now in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back?” Hayley said, stepping in the room. And I didn’t love the good brother thing. “In the front, if we're being specific.” He said smirking with a little bit of the devil. “You two said that you would get him back. So, is there a plan, or what?” It’s nice to see my sister care more about than me. Maybe with Elijah or someone else she could find her own happiness.

“Oh, Hayley I'm sure they got this so what is the plan?” “Thank you, Y/n, at least someone believes in me, well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy-- he's, my friend. Albeit one who is unaware that I'm trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend, nonetheless. And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenage witch, I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly-- -- Sister, please.” “And thirdly, the plan, as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back.” Okay so maybe he doesn’t have a plan. “That's... that's not the whole plan, is it?” Hayley said with a little disbelief. “Please! Klaus may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical.” Rebakah said I think complementing him. "And that's only the Plan A, love! There's always a Plan B.” I'm a little scared to ask but I do. “And what's Plan B?” “War.“ Oh shit.

Rebakah and Klaus leave I guess to put their plan in motion. While Hayley and I are left by ourselves again. She goes to read her nothing again and I go to the library to research child well everything. I am shifting through the books when I come across one where it tells how big the baby is each trimester and according to the fruit sizes for pregnant women my son or daughter is the size of a watermelon seed. It is so strange how something so small right now is that I care more about it than I ever thought I would.

It was later in the night and Klaus was back getting ready for the gala. It was involving their huge amazing egoistic plan. “If you're debating between the bowtie or tie, I would choose the tie. It's more of this decade.” I said, smirking against the door. “Ah love, is that a jab at me and I thought I was the funny one.” I walked more into the room.

“Yeah, well if I'm going to be a mom I should properly work on my jokes. And you should work on your dad jokes too.” “Please I am Klaus Mikaelson. I do not do “dad jokes”.” “Oh, come on, humor me, give me one shitty joke.” “Ok only if you stop jabbing at my age.” “Deal.” “Why was Cinderella so bad at soccer?” “OK that's a start, why?” “She kept running away from the ball.” “Wow that was a shitty dad joke if I ever heard one.” “Well, you asked, love.” He said in his British voice that always made my heart beat quicker than it should. “Um well I will leave you to your plan.”

Hayley and I were walking by the pool, and we heard some branches snap, and we looked up and saw two wolves looking at us. I leaned over to Hayley and whispered, “You see them too?” “Yeah” “Oh thank God.” We are both so enthralled by the wolves that we didn't sense Sabine behind us. “You're not supposed to be out here.” “Gah! Holy shit don’t sneak up on a pregnant werewolf!” I said catching my breath. “Ha ha sorry was not my intention.” Hayley was already ready to integrate her.

“Who are you?” “Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Sabine. We met. I'm one of Sophie's friends.” “You're one of the witches.” I said. “Sophie just asked me to come keep you two company while everyone's out. You know, it's drawn to you. The child you're carrying is part vampire, part werewolf. You and Klaus made something special.” She gestured to the wolves behind us. “Thanks I know, I wish I knew what it was.”

“You know, I can do something about that, if you want. I mean, find out if it's a boy or girl.” “I thought you couldn't do witchy stuff around here.” Hayley said with confusion. “It's not magic, just an old trick my grandmother taught me. Come on. You have to be a little curious.” Sabine said to me, holding at her hand for me to take it.

I am currently on the laptop researching what the hell I heard tonight, and I hear a knock on the door. It was Klaus. “I thought you might like to know; Elijah is returning to us.” “Really that’s great you should go tell Hayley it would make her feel a lot more easy.” “She hardly knows him, and yet she misses him. What is it about my brother that always inspires such instant admiration?” “I think it’s that he was kind to her even though she is not the one who is carrying the baby.” He looked like he was thinking about my words, and I continued. “You know Klaus you have kindness too.” Shocked were his emotions. “That night that we um spent together I wasn’t that drunk I wanted to, and part of the reason was that I saw you.” He looks like he was deep in thought and went to walk out. “Also! I learned something today. I think it's a girl.” As he left, I saw a smile on his face. And I am left to translate whatever Sabine said tonight.

I'm lying on my back and Sabine is holding a pendant over my stomach. “I think it's a girl.” A girl? A baby girl I am so filled with joy right now. “No... wait.” “Wait what? Please tell us she's not having a mini-Klaus.” “Hayley! I will be happy with any gender Sabine, so lay on the news.” The necklace starts to glow, and Sabine drops it. All of a sudden, her eyes roll back in her head, and she begins to chant in a low voice. “Hoc est infantima malom. Nos omnia perditu el eam."

Hey everyone, thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I know they are pretty short but that’s because Hayley is only in a couple scenes sadly, per ep in the first half of season but I tried to add more for Y/n, so it is a little bit different then the show. I guess the writers were waiting to bring in her wolf pack storyline then just being pregnant so she can actually do something. If you like Supernatural, I also have a Castiel x reader. See yall next time.

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teyvathandymenclub · 1 year ago

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First Meet - Kamisato Ayato (P.1)

Story: Unexpected change of plans leads you into even more unexpected situation.

Characters: Kamisato Ayato

TW: N/A

“I'm so nervous.” You sight as you finish up your make-up.

“Do not be. They won't even notice that you are here.”

“Well, that´s nice to know.” You gaze at your friend.

You were supposed to spend this night curled up under a blanket eating and watching whatever you fancied. But, your friend called for help and you couldn't say no. So now you're on some fancy gala night/ball in a dress that is too tight, because the girl they were meant for fell sick.

“How am I supposed to carry these heavy plates when I am not even able to properly breathe?”

“”Well, you know that you could say no.” Your friend winks at you.

“You are right. Sorry. Let's do this.”

As the sun disappeared behind the mountains, staff lit up what looked like hundreds of lanterns around the endless gardens of the local diplomat´s private property. All the guests started to fill every corner of the garden and gather in numerous groups. This magical image of the warm evening filled with soft candlelight and fresh ocean breeze made you appreciate this unexpected opportunity.

The whole night went unexpectedly smooth and you and a few other girls were walking around the last guests to make sure that they had everything they needed.

Even though the night was a blast, you were impatiently waiting for them to leave, because your feet were screaming at you to finally get out from the killer heels you were wearing for hours now.

There is a bench! Your mind alerts you. You look around if no one is watching. Five minutes, that's all you need. As you reach the bench in the furthest corner of the garden you can almost hear your feet sight out of relief. You quickly unstrap the heels and stretch your fingers.

“Oh my god, that's so good.”

“What is? May I know, too?”

Hearing a strange man's voice out of nowhere makes you jump. When you finally spot the dark silhouette in front of you, you start to retreat, but you tremble and fall over the bench right in the flower bed.

“Oh my! Carefully!”

A stranger runs to you and reaches his hand to you.

“No! Please, do not touch me.” You quickly crawl in the opposite direction.

“Miss, I am sorry that I scared you, but there is no need to act like this.”

You stop and turn to him.

“Dear Mr. Whoever, you scared me and now you expect that and I let you near me? I need to protect myself!”

“Of course, I understand. May I introduce myself?”

“Go ahead.“

“I am Kamisato Ayato and you are currently laying on my favorite flowers.”

“The Yashiro Commissioner?! I didn't know that you live here.” You jump on your tired feet. “I didn't even know how you look. Please, do not punish me for my behavior. And for your damaged flowers. I promise that you will never see me again.”

“That would be unfortunate.” Ayato smiles.

“What? Um. I mean… Pardon?”

“You are something else and it's quite refreshing.” He laughs. “I do not recall meeting a woman so full of fire and chaos. Ever. Every lady that I met is so behaved, sophisticated, and mannered, and you…”

“Thank you, I guess?”

“Yes, you can take it as a compliment.” He chuckles. “Please, sit down and let me help you.”

Ayato picks up your shoes and gets on his knee. As he takes your foot, you try to free yourself from him, but he holds you firmly.

“I just want to help you. Will you let me?”

“Yes.” You whisper and loosen yourself a little bit.

Ayato slowly straps your heels and when he is done, he looks up at you and smiles.

“I should go now, they will be looking for me.”

“I am sure that they would not. I have already said my farewells to everyone. And besides that, now you are busy making me a company.”

“Thank you. For this weird, but special evening. Your gardens are really beautiful at night.”

“It's really beautiful all the time, but I have to admit that nothing beats the night atmosphere of our home.” He smiles. “Maybe…” Ayato frowns.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe only the sight of morning rays filling every little corner of the estate. Would you like to see it?”

“I… Oh. I don't think I should.” You blush.

“I didn't mean it like that, but I would be lying if I say that I don't like the idea.“

“I should go.”

“Of course. Here, take this.” Ayato offers you his coat.

“You have to.”

“No, I can´t, but thank you.” He points at your dress.

“Why didn't you tell me sooner?!” You freak out. Your whole back is ripped open and your underwear is on display for everyone. You grab his coat and wrap yourself. “I can't go home like this.”

“Come with me. I will help you.”

You follow Ayato right into his house. As you enter, he offers you his hand and you accept it. He leads you into a spacious room and leaves. “I will be right back.”

After a moment he comes back with a long silk dress and hands them to you.

“Why do you have women's dresses here?”

“Well, I guess you do not know that I have a sister either.” Ayato smiles. “I will wait outside.”

“That makes sense.” You frown and quickly undress. At least you tried before the ripped zipper got stuck in your bra and hair, too. “Oh, god.” You try to free yourself somehow but without luck.

“Is everything ok?” Ayato asks and enters the room with a hand over his eyes. “It's been almost half an hour. If you don't like the dress I picked, I can bring something else.”

“No. I just… I am such a mess. It's been a long day, and now this. I am stuck and I think that I won't make it without your help. Would you mind?”

“No, just let me…” He puts down his hand and realizes that you are almost naked. You can feel how he is absorbing every inch of your bare skin.

“Please?” You interrupt him.

He quickly comes to you and after a moment he gets you out of the contraption that used to be a dress. Ayato also helps you to get into the new dress.

“Just in case.” He chuckles.

You feel every little touch of his big hands and almost ask for more. As he zips you up, you realize, that he smells like the ocean. Fresh cold water with hints of some kind of spices. When he is done with the dress, he takes your hair and to your surprise, he starts brushing it. As he puts them up and pins them with some kind of brooch, he places a kiss on the back of your neck. You cannot help but gasp for air as shivers cover your whole body.

“All done. He steps away to look at you. You look stunning.” He smiles.

“Mr. Ayato?” A strange voice interrupts you. “Did you need me?”

“Yes. This lady needs company on her way home. Will you take her home safely?”

“Of course.” The young man smiles at you and offers you his arm. You take it, and just like that, you are leaving. Without even saying goodbye. One last time you turn around and realize that Ayato is still there watching you leave.

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noaltbruh · 2 years ago

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hey! hope you’re doing well 💕 this is actually my second time requesting for you (my first one was from last year and it was headcanons of abbacchio and fugo reacting to the fem! reader who’s intimidated by them. if you don’t remember, that’s fine LOL i only remembered since your blog looked so familiar for some reason), so i’m back again 😂😌 anyways, i was just scrolling through twitter and i found out that one of my favorite k-pop girl groups, blackpink, will be having a concert in my city in a couple of months and i got so excited i almost screamed (actually didn’t since my dad is currently asleep HAHA), so i was wondering if i could get some headcanons of the bucci gang reacting to the gn! reader getting excited over their favorite artist/group coming to naples for a concert (and also worrying about whether or not they can actually attend, worrying that something unexpected like a mission might happen)? hehe, tysm!!

Ohh hi there, my friend! Yes! Of course I remember you, I had a blast with your first request, it was one of the first things I wrote during Summer time and it was so fun 😊

Ah! I've heard of that group before, though I've never listened to them myself, this was a really cute ask, thanks for stopping by again :)

Bucci gang taking S/O to a concert 🎶

Giorno 🐞

Ok, first of all, there's a high chance Giorno already knew about the group coming to town before you did lol.

I feel like he'd keep track of your favorite singer/band's tours and activities, since he can tell you'll probably want to attend their concerts too, understandably.

When he found out, however, that the group was straight up coming to Napoli, he hesitated a bit. It is quite the dangerous city, after all. He was hoping maybe they'd sing in a nearby town and you could attend safely, but alas that wasn't a chance.

Because of this, he had to sit down a moment and consider whether or not you should have gone or not. He knows that telling you not to would have hurt you a lot, but it was for your own well being and he'd blame himself if something were to happen to you.

Thus, after a while, he decided that he would have accompanied you to the concert himself and would have brought a couple of guards along too. A bit overbearing, I know, but he absolutely wants to make sure that nothing bad happens to you.

Imagine the scene: you're coming to scream and yell at him about these news, when he pulls out two fresh front row tickets just for you.

And I can only guess that the yelling gets even more intense after this. It gets quite a laughter out of him too.

If you thanked him for those, he'll just give you a lil' kiss, telling you that it's not much and that you can think of it as a little apology for all the times he's too busy with work to spend time with you.

"It's been a while since we've spent an evening together just the two of us, it'll be fun, non credi, tesoro?"

Okay, he probably takes this way too seriously and dresses up like he's going to attend a gala or something. Giorno's never been to a concert in his life, but he's doing his best.

He won't be letting you go even for a moment. He claims that it's because he doesn't want you to get away from him and get lost, or even worse, hurt. And while it's true to an extent, it's partially just an excuse to hold you as much as he can.

He most likely listened to and memorized a couple of songs ahead, so that he's familiar with what he's going to listen to, but he won't sing along in any case.

He may find the excessive noise and the amount of people a bit overbearing, but he won't let you notice and will try to distract himself looking at how excited you are. It makes him happy too.

He got you a special pass so that you'll get the chance to meet your idols in person and get an autograph from them. Don't ask how, he...He just did.

Bruno 🤐

Okay, Bruno is most likely used to your " slightly over the top" reactions...But I suppose you can only imagine his surprise when he suddenly heard you scream from the room nearby-

He immediately rushed to see what was going on, with Sticky Fingers ready to be put in actions at any moment.

So, when he found out that it was just some news about a concert, he took a huge sigh of relief and probably asked you not to ever do that again, unless you want to give him a heart attack.

Needless to say, Bucciarati is not exactly very keen for you to attend the event, and he'll be telling you immediately, not wanting you to get over hyped over it and end up getting disappointed.

He'll try to explain as calmly as possible why he thinks it's dangerous. He doesn't mean to limit you nor your freedom, but when you're tied to the mafia, some things just aren't the same as for normal people.

Seeing your disappointed expression, however, he'll instantly start to regret his decision and blame himself for making you sad. Me might suggest the two of you go somewhere else that evening instead, as a way to cheer you up.

When that doesn't work out, it'll be your turn to persuade and beg him to let you go, gotta insist when he's the most vulnerable.

And so, with some stubbornness, the man ultimately accepts. Of course, you won't be going alone, he'll make sure he doesn't have any important duties to attend to that night, so that he can safely escort you himself.

And once you do get him to satisfy your request, a part of Bruno is almost kind of happy you managed to change his mind. After all, his responsibilities often keep him away, so he's more than glad to be able to take a break and enjoy a night off with you.

"Sigh...Alright cara, if this truly matters so much to you, I suppose I can make an exception this time, ma non ti ci abituare troppo, mh?"

Just like Giorno, he gets front seats for the both of you. He loves to spoil you whenever he gets the chance to, although he kind of wished you didn't yell in his ears after seeing them again-

He probably dresses up even more formally than his friend- he barely knows what a concert is, cut him some slack.

He knows the songs they're going to play simply because he heard them from you. He's a bit confused since he doesn't understand how you can like a band that doesn't even sing in a language you know-

But he gets in the mood pretty fast and actually finds himself vibing to the music it's than he had thought at first.

He thinks you're adorable getting all excited as soon as they start singing. He might even film your best reactions as a way to keep a memory of the evening you spent together.

Mista 🔫

Buddy when Mista first heard you scream, he just screamed along because yes. He's used to people yelling and knew it was a shout of excitement and not fear or a call for help.

Once you're done screeching, he just laughs and asks you what was all that noise about. And when he hears the reason, he starts laughing more lol.

Don't get me wrong, he loves concerts and music, he just loves to mock you considering your favorite group is a k-pop band.

After you tell him to knock it out or straight up slap him, it's up to you, he tells you that, of course, he will be coming with you. He's not missing out on a concert in his town, and most of all, he's not missing out on a night out with you.

Yes, the music is not exactly his ideal first choice, but whatever, anything is tolerable as long as it's not classic.

Honestly, the idea of an unexpected mission possibly ruining your night only goes through his head once you're about to buy the tickets. It goes something like:

"Hol' up, what if some stand user tries to kill us while we're there? ...Eh, ma chi cazzo se ne frega, I've got a gun" purchase.

For the event, he most likely wore his usual outfit and just slammed a jacket on it.

Once you actually get to the concert, dude basically feels at home. He loves crowded places and music, what else could he asks for?

He's got no clue of what the heck they're saying while singing, but he has heard you jamming and listening to their songs on full volumes in the past, so he knows how the rhythm goes.

It's quite the funny scenario: you perfectly singing along to the lyrics, while Mista just makes a bunch of weird noises, hyping you up with and arm wrapped around your shoulders.

The little pistols will be dancing on top of your head during the whole thing, while number five just covers his non existent ears with his hands.

Either way, the two of you had a blast, but he will still be making fun of k-pop music just to piss you off lmao.

Narancia 🍊

Another boy one who's able to know about the concert even before you do. It was an accident, honestly, Narancia just loves music in all its forms and keeps up with all kind of genres, even the ones he's not really into.

Moreover, even if it's not exactly what he usually likes, he just made himself listen to all the songs from your favorite bands and artists, because even if they aren't his style, the remind him of you and it's enough for him to love all of them.

Which means that IN THE EXACT moment the news about the tour are out, he finds out about them, not wasting a single moment.

And with that exact same speed, he obviously runs to warn you. That way, the two of you can get hyped and excited together! He loves when you get so happy about something you love, it makes him full of beans too.

You immediately rush to buy the best possible tickets you can find, you can't wait even a second, or someone might get to them before you do, and he's not gonna let anyone take them away from you when you're so joyful.

Kind of obvious by now, but the idea of something going wrong due to a mission or an enemy stand never even reaches him, all he can think about is having a great time with his great girlfriend.

"Hell yeah! We're gonna have a blast at that concert, you can count on it! Uh? Of course I love their songs! Potrei mai non amare qualcosa che ami tu, tesoruccio?"

He attends concerts very often, and he doesn't hesitate to leave the town to go to one of them if he particularly likes the singer or band. He can't wait to share one of his biggest passions with you :)

While it embarrasses him a bit, if you want to wear matching clothes related to whoever is going to perform, he'll be down for it with little to no persuasion a lot. If you wish to do it, he'll do it too, anything to make you smile.

Get ready, because he'll be bringing along a lot of snacks for the whole night too. Are they allowed? The answer doesn't matter, since he's gonna take them with him regardless.

While it may surprise you a bit, Narancia actually sings along pretty well to almost all the songs with you too. He's just listened to them so many times thinking about you, they got stuck in his brain, despite having no clue of what they're actually saying.

To be honest, he's actually been blasting them in his earphones even more once he found out about the event, just for a chance to impress you a bit and have even more fun.

And while he may not have thought about it before, if, hypothetically, someone were to brother the two of you while you're enjoying the music, he's got his dagger and Aerosmith to keep you safe.

Fugo 🍓

Fugo canonically listens to K-pop. Trust me bro, Araki told me in a dream.

No matter how much you push him, or how obvious he is: he will never admit he likes this kind of music. Never. No, he doesn't care if you won't tell anyone, he doesn't care if you love it you, he's got a minimum dignity he CAN'T waste away.

As a result, while he had heard that the band might be coming to town, he decided to ignore the news until he heard you scream.

And, as a result, he screamed back at you not to ever do that again, and that if you ever do, Purple Haze will just go batshit crazy and may accidentally murder whoever is in the house.

Once, much to his dismay, you ask him to go together, he categorically declines your offer. It does pain him to do so, but he has his reasons not to accept.

Social gatherings like concerts do make him quite nervous, and he can't calm his nerves at the thought of an enemy hurting you during the performance.

He's among the hardest to persuade into changing his mind, but you're confident you can do it, as despite how much he denies it, it is pretty blatant that he'd love to go as much as you.

Maybe let him cool down a bit and then ask him again, it might be easier to get to him in this taste.

"Cucciola...Please, try to understand where I'm coming from, we may...Urgh, you really won't bite, won't you? ...Alright, Spero solo tu sia cosciente delle possibili consequenze, fragolina"

He stays right next to your side while you buy the tickets, claiming that it's because he doesn't want you to somehow mess this up, but it's actually because he wants to feel the joy of acquiring them too.

He WILL complain a lot about going and say he's only accompanying you in order to keep you safe. God he's such a terrible liar you can't even bring yourself to call him out.

Despite the fact that he's a deadly Mafioso who has killed an enormous amount of people with his deadly poison, he's scared to attend the concert.

The thought of being surrounded by all those people and the music blasting so incredibly loud in his ears makes him feel incredibly sick. You can clearly see how nervous he is when you actually go there, you can't help but feel kind of bad for him.

Just hold his hand tight and tell him that everything is fine. Soon enough, your touch and the sound of the music he secretly loves will do the trick. Seeing him finally cracking a smile during the exhibition makes you even happier.

He'll have to stop himself from singing along with everyone else, but if you're careful, you may notice him humming some of his favorite songs very quietly. Don't say anything about it though, because he'll get embarrassed and immediately stop.

Abbacchio ⏮️

Have you seen this man? Look at me in the eyes and tell him you genuinely believe he'll willingly take you to a concert, if you asked him to.

To he honest, if you didn't tell since your father was sleeping, you might as well contain your screaming right now too, because he know he will get pissed off if you just started screeching without a good reason.

So just show him the news about the concert and prepare yourself for a single, stern, blatant and disappointing "no" as an answer, while he goes back to whatever he was doing before.

To be completely frank, at first he didn't reply this way because he was scared of an enemy, but because he straight up does not want to go. His introvert ass despises concerts.

And when the possibility of a threats pops into his mind, it'll just give him even more of a valid reason not to accept.

He doesn't get why you'd even want to attend, when you can just listen to their music for free whenever you want.

Just like Fugo, there's no point in insuring at first, just leave him alone or change the subject, put him in a good mood, if you can.

And once you think you might have a chance, ask him again. If you're good enough at persuading, he may consider giving you his approval, but only if you do something in exchange for him too...

...Which is probably just finding a way to keep the others away from him for a whole so he can rest his head a little lol.

He was just planning on telling you to go alone and do whatever you wanted, but then he remembered that you could have been in severe danger if you went on your own...

And so, after some reflection and a long sigh, he agreed to accompany you. He'll never openly say it, but a small, small part of him is happy he can at least go on a date with his partner...Even if it's in a huge, crowded and loud place.

"God, mi farai uscire di testa one day. Fine...But I'm only doing this because I''ll be damned if you die for something so stupid"

He probably reconsiders his decision two hours before the concert, but sadly, he knows that it's far too late to retreat now.

Low-key dresses up like he's about to attend a funeral or something, but you don't question his decisions because, delicate being anticlimactic, he looks hot either way.

He secretly borrowed a gun from Mista for extra precautions and will bring it with him just in case, but you won't know about it.

Somehow, the guards did not notice either, but they would have probably been too intimidated to say anything in any case.

He's just getting dragged by you to your places without saying a word, or grunting lightly at best.

Even so, despite his apparent annoyance, when the band starts singing and you're too busy paying attention to them to notice him, he may actually unconsciously smile while looking at you.

Your enthusiasm is very contagious to him, after all, and it helps distract from the immense amount of people around him.

Just...Please, choose something a bit quieter for your date, next time ^^"

Trish 🎙

Trish loves music, doesn't mind crowds too much and isn't very strict, so she won't have anything to say about you going.

...That's what I would say, if she wasn't a jealous girl.

Just a lil' friendly reminder that this girl is working to become, and partially already is, a singer. But she doesn't have a problem with other music artists themselves.

She has a problem with YOU wanting to attend their concert. Why? Why is this so important to you? Do you like their music more than you like hers? Mh? Is that it?

As a result, once your screams reach her, she isn't particularly annoyed, she's used to be around people yelling for literally no reason and she doesn't even notice anymore.

It's when the finds out the reason for your excitement, that she immediately get stiffs and just...Stares at you with a "I'm not angry, just disappointed" look.

Just kidding, she is angry.

And so, your excitement soon enough turns into nervousness, as you try to explain that yes, you still love her, yes, you still think she's the best singer, and yes, it's...Just a concert, despite how much it pains you say that.

Honestly, the doesn't even remotely consider an enemy possibly getting in the way, it's the last of her problems right now.

Well, seems like you won't be attending it. It might be important to you, but you don't want to hurt your girlfriend's feelings.

...That is, however, until the next day you hear her softly knock on your door, with a special...Something in her hand: two tickets and a special pass to meet the musicians.

Her pride may be big, but not as bit as her love for you. So, she decided that she had reacted excessively and bought these as a way to apology, though you can see the embarrassment on her face while she says all of this.

"I'm...Sorry for what I did, non avrei dovuto prenderla così sul personale. Do you still want to go?"

Not everything I said at the beginning is a lie though, and once she agreed on going, she can't help but find herself actually being quite impatient for the night ahead.

Sure, she'll try not to show her enthusiasm too much, but hearing some of the singer/band's songs from you, she actually kind of...likes them. She's got an ear for music and easily memorized the rhythm, although not the lyrics.

When the night finally comes, it's almost admirable just how comfortable she is despite the large amount of people, guess she's just used to it, mh?

She feels very proud of herself showing off the perfect places she's reserved in front of the stage just for you, being famous has quite a lot of advantages.

She inevitably finds herself humming the songs while you sing along so passionately. She'll try to deny it as soon as she notices, but she gives in quite enough and softly accompany you and the singers during the performance.

Finally, she'll be taking a lot of videos and photos of the two of you the whole time, but if she ever looked ugly in even just a single one, it's getting deleted before you can even blink.

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