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paradiseprincesss · 3 months

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hi!! if ur requests r still open could we get a fic w robert fischer based on deja vu by olivia rodrigo? like maybe reader and robert had like a summer fling but to her it felt like more ykwim 😭 ive kinda been in the mood for some angst lately LOL

btw i love ur fics i start tweaking a lil whenever u post 💀💞

do you get deja vu? | robert fischer

hi anon, first of all thank you! you're so sweet, i really hope you enjoy this & i apologize that it took me so long to post it. i don't know why but i kept revising this fic over and over again. i wanted it to live up to your expectations LOL.

summary: sometimes we don't realize how much things meant to us until we no longer have it.

warnings: smut, p in v, angst, lovers to strangers, robert fucks up lol and now he's forever sad, mdni 18+ only

word count: 2.3k

the city of malibu was breathtaking; every moment spent here was somehow better than the last — how could a place be so beautiful? as you sat in the passenger side of robert's brand new luxury vehicle, you took in the beauty that you were residing in, whilst robert was taking in the beauty of you.

you weren't totally sure how this whole thing happened — but god, did it mean everything to you.

robert had approached you in a bar while you were out with your girlfriends in the city, offering to buy you a drink. one look at his face and you were agreeing because honestly; who would turn down a man like him?

after your friends encouraged you to keep talking to the handsome stranger, who introduced himself as robert, you two just clicked. conversation flowed effortlessly between the both of you, and soon enough, the two of you were going on your first official date.

it was safe to say that robert had charmed you completely, he had you enamoured with him — infatuated, truly. he was a true gentleman, classy and organized, not to mention that he came from money. after a handful of very upscale, fancy, and luxurious dates, the two of you had began seeing each other regularly.

neither of you had put an actual "title," per se, on what you had going on between the two of you, but at this point in time — you didn't see the harm.

so that's the story of how you ended up in robert's luxury car, speeding down the roads of malibu whilst he took you on a weekend getaway here. far, far away from the city you two both resided in.

"i'm craving ice-cream," you said to robert while the two of you were stopped at a red light, "strawberry, specifically."

"what, like right now?" robert asked with a small chuckle, sighing as he admired your breathtaking beauty underneath the heat of the malibu sunshine.

"yes, like right now."

"okay, let's go get some then." robert decided, his baby blue eyes melting your heart as a smile tugged at his lips.

true to his word, robert drove the both of you to a nearby ice-cream shop, and got you your strawberry ice-cream — one spoon for two. that afternoon was spent sharing laughs, sweet kisses, and the strawberry ice-cream that you'd been craving.

even though robert came from money and had more than you'd ever thought someone could have, it wasn't his wealth and status that snagged your heart. it was him, just good old robert fischer. not his money, not his materialistic things, not his cars, no — just who he was.

robert was caring. he was so considerate, listened to you, and was always there for you when you needed him the most. it felt like he was yours, and you were his — and that's how things should've been.

that's how the story should have ended.

but you know what they say; all good things have to come to an end at some point.

"robert," you said breathlessly, "take this dress off of me, please."

"sweetheart," he whispered against your ear as he unzipped your designer dress, "you're so beautiful, you know that?"

"i love—" you paused, suddenly hyperaware of the words that were about to leave your mouth, "i love that you took me here."

you weren't sure if you should've said it — i love you, that is.

robert and you had been seeing each other for the entirety of the summer by the time he'd taken you to malibu, but again; to you it felt like more than a fling. you just weren't sure where he stood with this whole thing between you and him.

"anything for you, sweetheart. i'd do anything." robert replied softly, turning you around as he slipped you out of the dress.

stood in your lacy, white, la perla lingerie along with matching jimmy choo's and stockings (courtesy of robert, of course), you face him with a blush. "how does it look?" you ask shyly, to which robert smiles and sighs happily in bliss.

"you..." he whispered, trailing off for a moment, "you're just so perfect — how are you mine?"

"yours?"

"mine, and mine only, sweetheart. don't ever forget it."

you'd soon come to never forget it — just not in the way you'd hoped.

robert took your hand in his gently, guiding you to the huge, king-sized, luxurious bed in his miami penthouse. no hotels over here; this is robert fischer were talking about — he owned homes down here.

you found your way into his bed, laid up in the pile of silk pillows, as robert found his way between your legs with his hands wrapped up in your hair. he kissed you passionately with a hunger that you'd never seen from him before.

you took your time helping him out of his suit, being dainty and deliberate with your movements — maybe you felt like being a tease tonight. after you'd gotten him out of your clothes, your lacy bra was long gone, but his hands wandered down to the scrunched lace of your underwear.

"may i?" robert asked sweetly, his eyes darting between your pretty face and perky breasts, causing you to blush profusely.

"y-yes," you whimpered, "i can't wait anymore."

"god, when you say things like that — i don't think i can either, sweetheart." robert groaned softly, finally pulling down your white lace panties.

up until this point — you and robert hadn't actually had sex yet. you thought it was sweet; special, even. you thought he really liked you, that he didn't want to sleep with you until you felt ready. obviously, you took this as a sign that he deeply cared about you as a person, in more than just a "fling" way.

as his cock stretched you open perfectly, you arched your back and let out a soft moan, as did he. he started to move in and out of your soaking cunt gently, truly taking the time to make sure you were enjoying this as much as he was.

his cock was thick — it had you feeling fuller than you'd ever felt before from previous partners, and it felt like his cock was made for you. with the way it stretched your pussy out perfectly, hitting every spot just right, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust he gave you.

"so beautiful," robert praised through gritted teeth, "and so tight, fuck."

"r-right there! mmph!" you moaned softly as his cock brushed up against that spongy spot inside of you, causing your cunt to clench around him.

"right there? is that it, sweetheart?" robert cooed, making you nod feverishly.

"yeah," you said breathlessly, "right — f-fuck! gonna cum!"

"thaaaat's it, my pretty girl. drench my cock so i can fill you up with my cum." he encouraged, causing you to see stars as you came around his length.

your pretty little noises pushed robert over the edge a minute or two later, his hips snapping into your cunt as he fucked his cum into you. as you looked up at robert, he had a small smile on his face and his cheeks were dusty. you returned the smile, and he sighed as he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in his embrace tightly after he'd pulled out.

he whispered your name to you softly, causing you to stare up at him with admiration and love. "yeah?" you say softly, intertwining your hands with his as the two of you cuddled in between the sheets.

"i never want you to leave," he said, voice saccharine, "you mean so much to me, sweetheart."

"i—" you stammered, unsure if this was a good time to say it; but you figured it would be. especially after what he'd said to you, after the way he made love to you. "i love you, robert."

you smiled to yourself, but frowned when you realized you were just living in a memory — something that only existed in the past now. reality hit you like a freight train as you were brought back to your current situation; in the same bar you'd met robert at once months ago.

you weren't in miami with him anymore — you didn't even know who he was anymore; perhaps just a fragment of your past. you hadn't spoken since the end of august when the both of you had gotten back from your weekend getaway.

things had changed since then.

it was the middle of a bleak november evening, and the cold weather was depressing. summer had left as quickly as it had come.

"are you okay?" your friend asked as you sipped on your martini, looking as beautiful as ever — but for nobody in particular anymore. "that's your third drink, you sure you there's not something you want to talk about?"

"actually, there is," you say, turning to her as the two of you sat in a secluded little table in the corner of the bar, "doesn't she look familiar?"

as you pointed across from you, your friends eyes trailed along until they stopped at a woman who looked eerily similar to you.

she wore the same type of clothes that you did, down to the brand of high heels. her hair was the same colour as yours, so were her eyes, and not to mention she looked like she could be you if you didn't look too hard.

"looks like you found your doppelganger." your friend joked, nudging your arm but to her surprise, you didn't laugh — nor did you come close to even cracking a smile. "are you sure you're okay?"

"look at who she's with." you say bitterly, and your friend looked back at the woman to see that she was now accompanied by a man — a man who she knew as robert fischer.

at first, when robert walked into the bar on the crisp autumn night, you had to do a double take to make sure you were really seeing what you thought you had seen. once you'd confirmed it was him, you were about to grab your purse and drag your friend out of the bar with you — until you saw who he'd come with.

the woman hanging on his arm was a walking reflection of you; it was like everything was all reused. you silently hoped that maybe you weren't just another one of those girls who he pretended to care about; just saying whatever to get into their pants because they were just his type and nothing more.

but this woman couldn't just be his "type" — she was a mirror image of you.

"is that—?"

"yeah," you answered your friend, "it is."

"didn't he tell you that you guys couldn't see each other anymore because of his fathers passing?" she asked you, to which you nodded, throwing back the rest of your drink.

"i told him i loved him and he told me he didn't feel the same. after everything we did together and everything he said. after he called me his and his only — the thing with his father was just some excuse."

"what a piece of shit," your friend scoffed, "but it seems like he might still be thinking about you — i mean, it looks like he's looking for you in every other woman."

"do you think he gets deja vu when he's with her?" you suddenly ask, causing your friend to laugh softly.

"probably," she tells you, "i mean, who's to say he isn't going out with her just to feel like he has you again?"

"do you really think so?"

before your friend could answer your question, you heard your name being called as you both peered over at the sound. at first, your heart dropped because of the familiar voice that had called out your name — but when you looked over at him, you almost flatlined on the spot.

he hadn't even realized you were at the bar, and that's when it hit you — she even had the same name as you, which made everything ten times worse? or awkward? or weird?

"oh shit," your friend said with shock, "she has the same name as you, too. you can't tell me my theory isn't true now."

"my god." you whisper, feeling at a loss for words in this very moment as you watched the two of them together.

he had his arm wrapped around her waist the same way he used to do with you, but the way he looked at her was completely different. there was something missing in his once lively, baby blue eyes — he seemed so blank. like he was there but also, he wasn't really.

you overheard fragments of their conversations; they were talking about the songs you two used to listen to together, and he told her all about how those were "his favourite songs." you also heard him tell some familiar jokes — the same jokes you two used to laugh about.

back when he was yours for the time being.

"i'm going home, you coming?" you ask your friend, swallowing hard as you felt yourself become teary-eyed.

"yeah, yeah, i'm coming."

as you both made your way to the exit, you took one last look back at robert and his new girl, just to get one last glance — but when you looked back at him, he was already looking at you.

time stopped for a minute, and you'd sworn you'd never seen someone look so full of regret in all your years of living. every time you thought he was going to look away, he didn't. he continued to look at you as if you were otherworldly — as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing in that very bar.

but you reminded yourself of the heartache he caused you.

so, with a heavy heart, you walked out of the bar as you turned away from him, letting him relive the past and linger in the feeling of deja vu.

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alexa-fika · 7 months

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UR WRITING AMAZING MATEE

Pls do more of Rayleigh and shakky those story u posted heal my childhood, they r like the type of parents I wish I had.

Thank you so much for ur work and ofc u don’t gotta do this if u don’t wanna or don’t do requests but thanks have a good one :)

Special Treasure (Rayleigh x gn!child!reader x Shakky)

A/N: YALL I HAVE COME BACK WITH A COOK AM I WRONG OR AM I RIGHT?? Toothroting, cavity inducing heart stopping cuteness ahead

Dividers by @/saradika

“Reader, where were you? Rayleigh questions as he sees his grandchild coming into the bar on top of Millo, their usual Smiledon Companion covered in dirt and grass, his wife in front of him preparing drinks, glancing at the child questioningly

“Outside!”

Rayleigh smiled softly as he approached the child, kneeling down slightly to meet them. Grabbing them from the large feline and putting them on their hip

“What were you doing outside?”

“Causing trouble, I bet?” pipes in Shakky

“We were exploring.”

“Mm, of course,” Rayleigh raises his brow at his wife, who nods along knowingly.

“Exploring, eh?” The white-haired man asks with a sly smirk

“Where were you exploring?”

They stay silent, playing with their grandfathers hair, trying to evade their gaze as they shrug

“Hm,” Rayleigh muttered

He then raises his eyebrows.

“You think I'm going to get mad?” his voice was light yet stern

“Yeah,” they say, hiding their face into their neck and continuing to play with his hair

Rayleigh chuckles, rubbing their head with one hand as he speaks to them.

“Well, I'm not...I know how it is. Being young and curious.”

“But you should never go off without telling someone where you're going.."

“But I went with Millo!” They exclaim, pulling their head out and gesturing at the large feline

“I mean a proper person,” Rayleigh chuckles,

“Millo, doesn’t count”

The toothed cat lets out a small indignant yowl at his comment, Reader reacting similarly with an offended gasp

Rayleigh scoffed at the cat's reaction, finding it amusing.

“There, there, Millo, you'll live.” Shakky Laughs.

“You're lucky you're adorable, isn't that right?” he said, looking at the cat.

“You're being mean to Millo Grandpa!”

“Now, Now both of you know I didn’t mean it like that,” Rayleigh says with a frown,

“but you need to understand it makes your gramps and gran worry, alright? You're our treasure, you know?”

“Im sorry,”

Shakky smiles, opening her arms for Rayleigh to pass them to her, he smiles obliging her silent request

“Come here” she says taking a hold of them

“We’re not mad, As we said, you are really important, and we simply worry, there are dangerous and gross people not far from here.”

“I just wanted to explore a little, but I didn’t mean to go far. “

Rayleigh scoffs and pulls the child into his arms, planting several kisses upon their cheek,

“It's fine... Just let me know next time where you are exploring; I know you're more than capable on your own, but still, I'd like to have an idea of where to look for you."

“Oke”

“Now that we got that out of the way, what were you doing that got you covered in dirt?”

They shuffle in their grandmother's arms, digging something from their small backpack

“I was getting you guys flowers!” They exclaim, pulling said plants out and handing two roughly arrays of flowers

Rayleigh’s face breaks out into a smile,

“For Us, you brought us flowers?”

They nod excitedly handing them the mix-match bouquet of flowers

The elderly couple exchange a look before embracing the child, who is now buried within the confines of their affection.

What do we think? Originally I thought it was missing something but I re-read it and I really like it, what are our thoughts? Im going to try the Dokusha reader for a test run, btw it’s about a certain lazy ice lord 👀. Im editing it right now maybe even a second part today if yall like it?

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vesuvianhermitcrabs · 4 months

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The Arcana M6 When MC Is Crunchy

For context, MC can crack every joint in their body (knuckles, back, knees, hips, the whole shebang) and one day they just get on all fours before twisting and bending and making this horrific cracking crunching bone noise right in front of their terrified LI

(This is extremely self servient)

Asra

In all fairness, they already knew. Does that mean they're used to it? It's complicated

You were gone for a long enough time that he forgot what it was like to live with a human sheet of bubble wrap

The first time he heard your crunching after they brought you back, happy tears flooded his eyes, because it was such a you thing, if that makes sense

They're a little sad they can't do it too, though

Of all the LIs, he's absolutely the least disturbed, and at the end of the day, he thinks it's pretty sick

Nadia

Oh dear. That's not right

More concerned than anything, immediately takes you to the court physician to figure out just what's wrong with you

You will be rushed there as quickly as possible before you even realize what's wrong or have the opportunity to say anything

When you gently explain to her that you're just built a little strangely she'll just sit there and stare at you, dumbfounded

Then she'll throw her head back and let out a relieved, hearty laugh

You see a shiver go up her spine every time you do the crunch ritual though (she's trying really hard to be supportive)

Julian

Holy shit. Him too.

Imagine all the mischief you two could get up to! Crawling out from beneath the bar tables and scaring the shit out of everyone in the joint (pun intended) with your full-body crunches? If you're down he's down is all he's saying–

He's mostly sure that it's not bad for you or anything. Probably. Actually he never really cared to check, seeing as he's lacking a little in the self-care department

Mazelinka can sense when it's about to happen and gives you the most soul devouring glare whenever either of you is about to crunch

Portia

She's devastated.

Growing up, Julian could always do that, and you know what? She was always really jealous. She cannot physically pop one joint in her whole entire being

And she hates it with a passion

She doesn't hate you, of course... but she will work until she inevitably burns out trying to distract herself from you and her brother's shared ability

She comes home one day, declaring that she's come to terms with not being able to do it as well, but she is glad that you and Julian have something in common. You're glad she's happy, even though it's been three weeks since the crackening

This will make for great teasing material in the future if you're willing to utilize it

Muriel

He does posess the ability to crack his knuckles and neck, but anything beyond that is a little much

The first time he saw/heard your full body crunches it was on the trip with Morga, who stood next to him, watching in morbid fascination

His right hand flew up over his mouth and he started towards you like he thought he should help, before stepping back. He realized he has no idea how to help you and waited it out in horror

Now the joint cracking just puts the fear of god into him a little bit

He has SO many questions (he'll never ask but he definitely has them)

He still loves and accepts you, no matter what quirks or flaws you have (but seriously though what the heck)

Lucio

MC what are you doing...?

OH GOD.

He hates it. The sound makes his skin crawl and he thinks there's something wrong with you, no matter how many times you explain to him that you're okay

...but he's not going to give up on you. He goes to dozens of "medical professionals" to try and find some sort of miracle cure to fix you (your poor wallet lol)

Still brags about it to random people for no reason, even though he seriously, genuinely, honestly, truly DESPISES the crunch

Morga thinks it's great

Btw just thought I should clarify, these full body joint crunches are genuinely horrific, which is why the M6 had such strong reactions 😭😭

Imagine bending into horrible knotted shapes while the loudest most eardrum shattering crunches come from you, for an extended period of time if that helps 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

#the arcana headcanons #the arcana mc #the arcana #the arcana hc #the arcana x reader

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cappymightwrite · 6 months

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I think jonsas dismissing j+d as something a pure invention is dishonest. We know they're gonna have a connection with each other and if it's not romantic then GRRM shouldn't have made Val as a Daenerys stand in. There are grounds for their romantic entanglement.

We don't "know" anything. It's all theories and it's all differences of opinion and interpretation! Bar possibly R+L=J, I'll always bristle at any theory being proclaimed as "basically canon."

But I'll tell you, and I'm being honest here, the evidence I find most "compelling" re J+D is... it's just how fucking derivitive it is. Oh sure, there are grounds all right... derivitive grounds.

No, genuinely, that's what that theory rests on most of all... it's how expected it is—he's ice, she's fire, wink wink, nudge nudge. She's the hot dragon lady, he's the hot broody guy. She's a Targ, he's a Stark, rival houses but... oh, what if... what if love overcame and maybe, if just for one moment (before he nissa nissas her) they are infinite!!

Give me a break, give me something MORE! I'm putting Jonsa in the bin here and I'm talking from a narrative perspective! J+D is derivitive as hell and sure, people like derivitive things, I do too at times, but I think if GRRM really aspires to elevate his series to something more than your run of the mill fantasy he should also aspire to something more challenging and subversive in the romance department too.

Maybe I'm just being contrary, pushing up against the status quo opinion, but I think BNFs need to be far more rigorous with their analysis of their possible future dynamic, which, btw, I don't deny will be there, and actually, I'm looking forward to it because what I get from Val is far more foreboding, imo, than lovey-dovey romantic. Again, that's my opinion, which you can disagree with, that's not me being "dishonest" to myself, concealing some burden of J+D truth.

Look, if GRRM is a reductive, unimaginative writer when it comes to romance (this self professed Romantic btw) then yeah, maybe I'll eat my hat and he'll go there and we'll get a tarted up version of the dog's dinner we got on the show... riviting stuff, can't wait. I just think (again, my opinon here) that he'll be a lesser writer for it if he does.

Honestly, these BNFs love to throw about the Faulkner quote like it's going out of style, but I really do wonder how many of them have actually read him... hmm, could be something to do with agendas, but who am I to say! Thanks for the ask.

#cappy's thoughts #jonsa #no patience anymore

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hard-core-super-star · 1 year

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Hey!! How are you? I hope you’re doing well. Since it’s world cup rn, is it okay if I request a Hailee steinfeld x soccer! Player reader? Reader played in England their whole career and got back home to play for L.A. They’re an energetic person, but also really dorky and awkward, especially when they first met Hailee at a party. Reader gets all mushy and blushy around her and Hailee makes first move after one of the reader’s games since the soccer player was so shy to do so. I don’t have any preference for the ending, so you can choose!

Btw, I love your work!!

my thoughts will echo your name [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x soccerplayer!reader

summary: you meet your biggest crush at a party and let her slip past your fingers. thankfully, your feelings aren't as one-sided as you thought.

warnings: none; hailee being a flirt, R trying to match energies (and failing a little); light mentions of being outed; light trauma dump?; me not knowing shit about sports and pretending like i know what im talking about

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: once again, let me reiterate that i know basically nothing about sports, soccer included, but i tried my best and hopefully the descriptions don't feel forced. i do have to admit i loved writing this and you can probably tell by the length. it got away from me a bit by the middle but hopefully its not boring. anywho, thank you for the request, lovely anon. (and for the support) i hope you like it <3

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You weren’t sure how you ended up here.

A casual night out with some of your old friends somehow turned into you being roped into going to a party fit for a famous actress, not a soccer player. Then again, getting to crash Hollywood parties was one of the less well-known perks of the job.

A perk that was beginning to backfire on you.

You don’t know how Zendaya managed to get the information out of you, maybe it was the drinks or the genuine joy of getting to have a conversation that didn’t involve discussing game stats or strategies. You’re not sure how it happened but you somehow let it slip that you’ve always had the biggest crush on a certain Marvel actress who caught your eye the second you walked into this stupidly crowded party.

You thought it was a harmless comment that would stay between two friends but of course, life had other plans. And by life, you meant your 5’10 friend.

You had gone to get another drink from the very inviting bar and by the time you had gotten back to your friend, she was in the middle of a conversation with said crush. You were about to turn around and head the other way when Hailee’s brown eyes met yours once again. Except this time it’s not from across the room.

This time, she’s right in front of you…and you’re definitely about to make a fool of yourself one way or another.

Zendaya notices the way the brunette’s attention shifts toward you and she steps in, giving you no chance to walk away. (You don’t know whether to be upset or grateful about that) She waves you over with a bright smile. “y/n, there you are. Have you two met?”

You shake your head and take the few steps that were left between you and them. You tell yourself the warmth on your cheeks is due to the wine you’ve been drinking and not Hailee’s bright smile. “I haven’t had the pleasure. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Finally, huh?” She replies with a perfectly arched eyebrow. “I didn’t expect you to be a fan.”

Her words make your blush grow stronger and you’re suddenly incredibly glad for the lack of lighting. You rack your brain for something interesting to say and maybe it’s the drinks or the easy confidence the actress oozes but you end up sounding flirtier than you expected.

“We all need hobbies, right? I hope that doesn’t ruin your opinion of me, though. I’d hate to lose out on my chance for an autograph.”

“Hmm…” You feel weirdly exposed as her eyes trail up and down your figure. “I’ll think about it.”

She doesn’t give you a chance to react, much less reply, and instead walks away to strike up a conversation with someone else. You wait until she’s far enough away before turning to Zendaya with a dumbfounded expression on your face. “Did Hailee Steinfeld just check me out?”

“Yup. And I think she liked what she saw.”

“I’m gonna pass out.” You’re technically joking but you’re pretty sure your legs have turned to jelly from the brief exchange.

“I’m not carrying your drunk ass home if you do,” she replies with a laugh.

“Fake.” You playfully punch her shoulder, which earns you an eye-roll and a glare, before handing her your untouched glass of wine. “I’m gonna get some air.”

She gives you a nod in response and you walk away in search of some privacy to freak out over the fact that you seriously flirted with Hailee. And she...liked it? What were you supposed to do now besides overthink every second of that interaction?

For now, you settle with stepping out onto a somewhat secluded balcony and letting the silence fill your mind instead. You walk over and lean against the railing while your eyes take in the twinkling lights in the distance. You’re in the middle of admitting how much you missed L.A when you hear footsteps approaching. You don’t look to see who it is, assuming it’s a random influencer or something like that.

“You look like you’re having fun.”

Your heart skips several beats at the sound of that soft voice. You force yourself to keep your focus somewhere else, knowing the second you look in her eyes you’ll lose the last remaining bits of your calm demeanor. “Yeah, I love being alone while everyone’s in there partying.”

You can feel the warmth of her body as she comes over and leans against the railing with you. You fight back the urge to scoot closer to her.

“I have a song about that.”

“I know.” Your eyes widen once your words catch up to you. “Shit, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.”

“Well, you did say you were a fan.” She lets her comment hang in the air and you can basically hear the underlying question she’s waiting for you to answer.

“I, um, I watched Bumblebee right before I was sent over to play for England,” you explain. “Let’s just say it struck a chord.”

You try not to think about the overwhelming loneliness that accompanied you that first year away from home. A loneliness that only got more and more severe when you came out to one of your teammates just for her to out you the second she got a chance to. The mere memory of it makes you shiver.

You can feel her eyes on you. You even catch a small glimpse of the understanding and concern hidden within them out of the corner of your own eye. “Let me guess, you feel like an outsider too?”

“Doesn't everyone?” The question slips out before you can stop it. You don't know why your heart is so insistent on spilling out all its secrets to this warm and ethereal riddle of a woman but you can't find a way to stop it from happening. And maybe you don't want it to.

Maybe a part of you believes you'll find what you've been looking for in Hailee freaking Steinfeld of all people.

“Is that why you came out so soon? To feel less alone?”

You shake your head and force the truth out of your mouth. “No, I, uh…I was outed. My manager said it was better to release a statement myself before the news spread too far but the damage was done. I got shoved out of the closet before I even played a full season.”

“I-”

“Don’t say it. I don't want your pity.”

You fear you've come off harsher than intended when she doesn't reply immediately. You're about to turn and apologize for being a sensitive jerk when you feel her hand brush against yours. You wait with bated breath, almost not believing she’s even real.

But then her hand gently grasps yours and you swear the lights in the distance grow just the tiniest bit brighter.

“It’s not pity, by the way. I’ve been there too.”

That’s all it takes for you to throw caution to the wind and finally turn to face her. You’re almost expecting her to laugh and tell you she was kidding, that despite all the signaling and the hairpin drops, she’s nothing like you. And yet there’s nothing but absolute sincerity in her gaze.

It sort of feels like she’s taking you apart and putting you back together at the same time.

You try to keep your focus on her eyes and not the tiny gap of space between your faces but you fail miserably and sneak a glance down at her lips before you can stop yourself. You’re standing so close together that if you leaned in just a bit more you could-

“y/n! There you are!”

You jump away from Hailee at the sound of another voice, successfully dropping her hand and putting space between your bodies in one move. You’re not sure why you react that way but you do your best to ignore the way your movement wipes that gorgeous smile off of her face.

One of your teammates approaches you, rapidly telling you way too many details about the arrival of another cluster of soccer players. The last thing you want to do right now is walk away from Hailee. Especially after the reaction you just had. But unfortunately, you don’t get a choice in the matter.

Your teammate grabs your arm and starts to lead you away before you can attempt to protest. You turn back to say something, maybe to tell Hailee to come with you or wait for you or anything at all before she slips away, but by the time your eyes are searching for her, she’s already gone.

You swallow down your disappointment and force yourself to smile despite the storm of thoughts brewing inside of you.

You keep your eyes peeled even as you’re pulled from one meaningless conversation to the next, hoping against all reason that you’ll catch a glimpse of Hailee before the end of the night. You don’t get your wish and you do your best to act like it doesn’t bother you when it’s really the only thing you can think about.

You think about it even once you leave the party and go back to reality. A reality you’ve grown to love but find absolutely tiring at the moment. A certain type of tiredness that doesn’t come just from training for hours every day.

You feel borderline insane with how much time Hailee’s been spending in your mind lately but no matter what you do, you can’t shake off the feeling that you messed things up before they even started. It would be so easy to just pick up your phone, go on Instagram, and send her a simple message.

You don’t do the easy thing though and instead, fill your Instagram stories with cryptic song lyrics and game day announcements. You tell yourself you’re doing it because it’s part of the job but you know deep down you’re just doing it with the hopes of a certain brunette stumbling upon your announcements and showing up to your first game back in L.A.

You tell yourself it’s just wishful thinking up until the day of the game. You make a habit of not checking your phone a few hours before you have to be out on the field which means you miss a certain someone’s reply to your story telling you she’ll be cheering you on from the stands.

Despite your lack of knowledge about Hailee’s appearance, the excitement coursing through your veins is palpable from the second you step foot outside the locker room. The chaos that greets you on the field is one you love more than anything else in the world. The ear-ringing cheers, the smell of the grass beneath your cleats, the beautiful L.A sun shining down on you, everything about it makes you feel more at home than ever before.

It’s like your mind turns off and instead allows your body and instincts to take over for the entirety of the match. Time seems to fly by while you’re playing and it’s not until after the game is over (a game your team won by two goals) that you return to yourself. Which more than anything means you manage to catch sight of Hailee right before you head back into the locker room.

You almost think you hallucinated her due to your exhaustion until she walks in a few minutes later. You suddenly understand why your teammates decided to run off to clean up and change on the other side of the room.

That does mean you’re alone with the one person who’s been running through your mind all week…and you look like an absolute mess.

You try to channel the easy confidence you pulled out of thin air the night of the party but your mind goes totally blank and you end up making an awkward joke while wiping the sweat off your flushed face with a towel. “I didn’t know they gave backstage passes.”

She shrugs, clearly amused by your flustered response. “One of the perks of the job, I guess…and my brother knows a guy.”

“Right.” You let out a humorless laugh before burying your face in your towel. “Ugh, can we please just pretend I’m still funny and charming?”

She doesn’t respond and you fear the worst when you hear the sound of footsteps. You don’t realize she’s walking toward you and not away from you until you feel her fingers wrap around your wrists. “I don’t know, I kinda like you like this.”

You groan, feeling your face grow hotter, if that’s even possible. “That’s not helping, Hailee.”

She laughs before pulling your hands down and away from your face. “Are you always this difficult?”

“It’s the trauma,” you reply.

You finally gather enough courage to look up at her and your breath catches in your breath as your eyes meet. That same feeling from your conversation on the balcony creeps up your spine once again.

Hailee looks at you in a way you’ve never experienced before. Like she’s pulling away all the debris you’ve placed in the way of your real self. In the way of your heart. Somehow, she sees past all the bullshit and the excuses, and for some reason, it doesn’t scare you. It excites you more than any soccer game ever could.

You swear she can read minds because the corners of her mouth fully lift up into a breathtaking smile the second that last thought crosses your mind. She leans forward a little. Just enough for you to feel her breath against your lips before she speaks again. “Kiss me.”

She doesn’t need to tell you twice.

You lean forward in an instant and replace the space between you with your lips. The kiss is slow and gentle and full of feelings you can barely comprehend.

A part of you is worried you're feeling way too much way too soon but then you pull away just enough to be greeted by that same smile that stole all your thoughts away the first night. It's a smile that tells you you're not alone.

And it's like you're finally able to breathe for the first time in years.

“I'm gonna go so you change,” she says in a soft voice. “Come find me when you're ready so we can go celebrate. I'll buy you a few drinks.”

“Only if you let me buy you dinner.”

She gives one more quick kiss before stepping back. “Deal.”

You watch her go with the goofiest, most dumbstruck, grin on your face. Hailee Steinfeld will probably be the death of you and you have absolutely no problems with that.

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Jealousy » Will Ospreay ⁰²

plot: reader gets into an argument backstage at wrestlekingdom with will and the next night he gets protective when david finlay attempts to flirt with her

trope: ex lovers to enemies to lovers

pairings: kenny's adopted sister reader x will ospreay/ reader x slight david finlay/ and jay white

warnings: slightly hints at smut! violence, blood, angst, alcohol usage

a/n: part two! next part is the last part, it ends at forbidden door. jay white is not married in here btw.

italics r once again representing japanese bc im too lazy to actually type in translations

A heavy puff of air escaped Y/N's lips as she plopped down on her bed, she was absolutely breathless. "That was good, like surprisingly perfect" she mumbled. Jay smiled as he laid back down next to her, pulling Y/N's body closer to his. "Why the sudden interest in me anyways? I mean yeah, we stayed friends after you rejected me but it's still a little odd," Jay said as Y/N tugged the covers over them, regretting to turn on the AC.

"First off, I apologized a million times about that, you gotta let that go. Second all, can't a girl just call up a guy to have sex without making it a big deal?" Y/N glanced up at him and he surprisingly nodded in agreement with her. "I suppose you make a good point. And it was very worth it. You're very good at it by the way," Jay complimented, rubbing her back.

"Why thank you," Y/N smiled. As Jay leaned down to kiss her, he paused hearing the doorbell ring, "You expecting someone?" He asked. Y/N furrowed her brows in thought, then came to the realization of who it probably was. "Okay, either it's Mercedes, or there's a slight chance it's Kenny who shouldn't even be here till another three hours." Y/N quickly stood up and pulled on the nearest shirt which just so happened to be Jay's and she slipped on her pajama shorts.

More knocking was heard from her door until it stopped when she headed down the stairs. The door opened and Kenny entered, tucking his key back into his pocket. "Y/N?!" He turned to look up the stairs and spotted Y/N, immediately smiling. "Kenny? What are you doing here?" She happily ran into his open arms, extremely happy to see her brother after months of being away from him.

"My flight got here early, I tried calling you but your phone must've been off or something," he explained, pulling away he furrowed his brows at the shirt she wore. "Who's shirt is that? It looks way too big for you," he walked past her and headed to the bar she had and grabbed himself a water. "Uhm, no it's mine. I have a lot of these." Y/N lied, leaning against her couch. "Really? Never seen you were those before," Kenny shrugged, deciding to drop the unimportant subject.

"So did you wanna grab lunch or something?" Y/N asked, trying to think of a way to get Kenny out of the penthouse without him seeing Jay. If he seen Jay, he'd probably kill him. "I think I'm gonna take a quick nap and then if you're still up to it we could go for dinner," Kenny smiled. Though it quickly dropped when a shirtless Jay White ascended down the stairs, "Dinner sounds amazing actually." Jay smiled, throwing an arm around Y/N who practically froze.

Kenny squinted his eyes, "Y/N, why is Jay White in your living room," he gestured to the shirtless man, "and shirtless too, might I add." Y/N cleared her throat and removed Jay's arm from her shoulder in which he only wrapped it around her waist in response. "Right uhm, he was just visiting. You know, catchin' up, reminiscing of the old times," Y/N faked a smile, patting Jay's back and he raised a brow.

"Mhm, and that's why you're wearing his shirt? Just reminiscing?" Kenny raised his brows, a small smirk etched at the corner of his lips.

"If that's what you call reminiscing then sign me up every day," Jay added with a grin. Y/N elbowed his ribs with an eye roll, "Shut up."

"Oh no, please, don't stop on my account. I'm gonna go take that nap. Just keep it down." Kenny headed up the stairs, walking past a genuinely shocked Y/N and Jay. "Wait, you're not mad?" Y/N spoke up, causing Kenny to pause in his steps and turn to look at her. "Nope. As long as this keeps your mind off of Will, then please, keep going. I welcome it. Besides, it's not really my business who you choose to be with," Kenny said before continuing to his room.

"That went surprisingly well," Jay commented.

"This doesn't mean we're gonna be a thing by the way," Y/N said, walking towards the kitchen. "Never said I wanted that anyways," Jay shrugged, seeing no problem with that. He didn't want a relationship either. He was still trying to get his ex back anyways.

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"I'm excited. What about you?" Y/N walked beside Kenny, her duffle bag on her shoulder as Kenny pulled his and hers suitcases. "Honesty, I just can't wait to kick Ospreay's ass," Kenny shrugged. Y/N cracked a small chuckle and sighed, "Yeah, he's one of the very few reasons I thought about not resigning with New Japan to be honest. I can't stand being around him." Y/N opened the door, letting Kenny in first as he was pulling the luggage.

"What changed your mind?" Kenny asked, looking at the map to locate his locker room that was gonna be put right next to Y/N's. "Honesty? I had a talk with Kota and he helped me realize that I shouldn't let Will get in the way of what I'm truly happy doing. I wanted this before I was with Will and he shouldn't have an impact on my decisions anymore." Y/N followed Kenny down the halls, not seeing many wrestlers around, mainly just the crew that helped put everything together.

"Wow, you should ask Kota for advice more often then. You don't make the brightest decisions when it comes to your love life." Kenny unlocked the door to her room first, figuring she would take more time to get ready for her press conference. "Oh shut up, that's so not true," Y/N denied, setting her duffle bag on the metal black chair.

"Oh yeah? Fine, then name one of your exes that actually turned out to not be a piece of shit," he compromised, knowing Y/N couldn't argue with that. "Uhhh...wait no, I dated uhm, actually you make a good point. Fuck. It's not my fault though. I get very attached." Y/N frowned, sitting down on the sofa. "And that's okay, it's not your fault. You just need to be careful with these guys, especially wrestlers. Most of these guys aren't interested in relationships." He did make a good point. Most wrestlers just wanted sex. And she couldn't blame them much, nobody had time for a serious relationship.

"Noted. Now, I'm gonna get dressed. I'll see you soon." Y/N gave a quick side hug to Kenny before he left.

A few hours later, Y/N was called to do the press conference for her upcoming match at WrestleKingdom that was less than ten hours away. Y/N sat down at the table, setting down her title on the table, she crossed her legs and looked to her right where Kairi was supposed to be.

Y/N took this a chance to start without her as she then picked up the mic, "Are you kidding me? You expect this person to be able to dethrone me and she can't even show up on time? I'm supposed to feel threatened by her? I'm supposed to feel scared?" Y/N chuckled sarcastically.

Kairi walked over to the table, rushing a bit and Y/N gestured to her, "Look who decided to join the party. Did wasting my time feel good darling?" She sarcastically asked.

A minute in, Kairi was answering a question on what she would do if she won the title, in which Y/N felt the need to interrupt. "This is absolutely ridiculous! Let's get something completely straight, Kairi." Y/N stood up and took her championship off the display, "You will never win this belt as long as I hold it and let me tell you something, it is not leaving me anytime soon because there is nobody capable of beating me. And after I retain tonight, I will continue to run through each and every division there is until nobody is left. Because, I am the greatest wrestler ever."

Y/N raised her championship proudly, glaring down at her opponent. "This conference is over. Enjoy the show." Y/N set down the mic and walked out, not even bothering to second glance at Kairi.

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It was a gruesome battle in the Tokyo Dome between Kairi Sane and Y/N Kingley for the IWGP Women's Championship. It was sometimes even hard to watch. They were beating the crap out of each other like no other. It was hard to predict who would even win. They were both so close.

Y/N screamed in frustration as Kairi managed to kick out of her blue thunder powerbomb off the top rope. She hit the mat in frustration, sitting up with desperate eyes. "Give up!" Kairi breathed heavily, shaking her head 'no', she exchanged strikes with her. Kairi performed another devastating knee before making her way to the top turnbuckle.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to get a breath in as she just did a german suplex to Kairi off the top rope and immediately performed a shooting star press after. The match was almost over and it was obviously one hell of a match. Kairi was killing it and some even thought she might actually just pull a win over the champion. But, Y/N wasn't gonna let that happen.

Y/N crawled over to Kairi, attempting a cover but Kairi kicked out at two. "Fuck! Just give up!" Y/N leaned against the ropes, running a hand over her hair in frustration.

Kairi stood up tiredly and immediately ran and knee'd Y/N before she could block it. She dragged Y/N to the turnbuckles and began to climb up the rope. The crowd automatically assumed it was over for Y/N the minute Kairi hit the insane elbow. But, as Kairi performed it, Y/N got her knees up at the last second. Kairi groaned and Y/N stood up and jumped onto the top rope, performing her finisher, the Royalty Deathdrop. Again, it was basically a backflip off the top rope into a DDT.

She hit it perfectly. "ONE..TWO..THREE!" Y/N grinned and tiredly crawled to the bottom rope, attempting to pull herself up as they announced her name as the winner. The official handed her the title and raised her hand before she immediately collapsed back onto the mat, barely able to hold herself up. Her body was battered and bruised so it was surprising that she wasn't even unconscious.

Kairi stood up and immediately went towards Y/N, extending her hand in respect towards her competitor. The crowd watched in anticipation, waiting to see if Y/N would accept her hand. Y/N hesitantly took Kairi's hand and the crowd applaused. Kairi pulled the taller woman up and raised her hand, showing a sign of respect for the retaining champion.

All until Y/N's hand dropped, the music hit. The music of Mercedes Moné, FKA Sasha Banks.

The crowd cheered, obviously most knowing who she was. Y/N sat down on the middle turnbuckle, watching as Mercedes ascended down the entrance ramp. Kairi stood near Y/N as they watched Mercedes enter the ring. A whole new look on her, she was almost unrecognizable if you seen her as Sasha Banks in WWE. This was an entirely different woman and she wasn't here to play games. She was here to make history, money and win championships.

Kairi looked at Y/N silently asking if she wanted her to stay. Y/N shook her head, waving her off and Kairi stepped out of the ring, letting Y/N handle her business.

Y/N stepped up, not liking the disrespect of Mercedes. She didn't have to say anything, she just raised her IWGP Women's Championship right in the face of Mercedes, not backing down to her.

Mercedes stuck her hand out, Y/N looking at it in suspicion. She took it hesitantly and Mercedes smiled as they shook hands. A show of respect. Y/N went to pull her hand away but Mercedes held it tightly so she couldn't let go. She pulled Y/N in, making her drop the title and performed what looked to be a gory bomb only it was straight into a DDT. Y/N groaned as she hit the mat, selling it perfectly so it made Mercedes look like a huge threat.

Mercedes walked over to the title and slowly picked it up, then dropped it onto Y/N's barely conscious body. "Give me a mic," Mercedes stuck her hand out, leaning between the ropes, they quickly handed her a microphone and she slowly made her way back to Y/N.

"Y/N, awee, congratulations on making history tonight, once again. I also know a thing or two about making history," Mercedes grinned, the crowd cheering for her. "I am here, in New Japan and Stardom to make some more. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the standard. The conversation. The blueprint, and the CEO of this women's division."

Mercedes kneeled down next to Y/N's body, the champion not even attempting to get up or open her eyes. "So Y/N-San, enjoy your IWGP Women's Championship while you can. Because at Battle in the Valley at San José. Imma leave you bankrupt bitch. And you can bank on Moné." Mercedes took the championship and lifted it up, throwing the mic to the side as her music played.

Y/N rolled out of the ring once Mercedes made her way out. She grabbed her championship and let one of the officials help her walk to the back, holding an ice pack to her neck. "Take me to my dressing room please," she requested.

They helped her to her dressing room, bringing several packs of ice as well before leaving her by herself. Y/N groaned in pain as she pulled off her tank top and pressed the ice onto her bruised shoulder. There was a knock on her door in which she casually assumed it was either Kenny, Mercedes, or Jay, so she granted permission for them to come in. But, unfortunately, it was just Will.

"What do you want, Will? Don't you have a match with my brother coming up?" Y/N muttered, wincing as she attempted to untie her boots. "I just wanted to come check up on you. That was one hell of a match." Will sat on the table and carefully took her leg, and to his surprise, she let him. "Good, cause I feel like crap." She let out another wince as he pulled off both of her boots, "How's your ankle feel? I noticed you sprained it early on in the match."

"It's just sore, luckily it's not a big deal. I don't think I'll need boot or anything. I just kinda tweaked it," she explained, setting some ice atop of her hurt ankle. The chime on her phone caused both of them to glance down at it, Will's expression morphing into a scowl when he seen it was Jay White texting her. Will cleared his throat as she picked up the phone to reply to Jay's text. "Uh, so I overheard your brother and Jay White talking and I was just wondering if-"

"If we're dating?" Y/N finished for him, setting her phone down to look at him. Will sighed and Y/N pursed her lips, not surprised he was being nosy about her private life, "whether we are or not, that is none of your business. I made myself clear that we have to let each other go and I'm sticking to that."

"What about friends? Can't we at least be friends?" Will asked, but it seemed almost like begging.

Y/N blankly stared, "Will, look back at the last time we tried that. I ended up in your bed. I will not let myself fall back into your traps. It is over. There is no more us." Will shook his head, standing up and running a hand over his blonde hair, "No, no this isn't you, this isn't us. What's this really about? Jay? Cause, what does he have that I don't?! Tell me."

Y/N stood up, barely able to stand on her ankle but she was becoming irritated of the conversation, "What do you want to hear, Will? That he doesn't compare to you? That he can't please me like you? Cause frankly if I said that, I would be lying to you and myself."

Will simply grinned, cracking a small chuckle, he stepped closer to Y/N, "now we both know nobody could please you like me and Jay certainly isn't changing that fact." Y/N rolled her eyes, "and how would you know?"

"Oh come on, we both know lying isn't your strong suit. Even after all these years, you still can't tell the truth." Glaring at him, she shoved his shoulder, "you are the last person to talk about truth! You cheating son of a bitch!"

Will clenched his jaw, growing tired of her bringing up the past. "How many times do I have to apologize?! I'm fucking sorry! That was three years ago! Let it go, Y/N!" He exclaimed at her.

Y/N scoffs quietly under her breath, "Get the fuck out of my room, Will."

Will shakes his head in disbelief, "Congratulations Y/N. Have a nice life. I won't be there when you come crawling back after Jay leaves you in the dust."

Y/N simply rolls her eyes as he walks out, slamming the door on his way out. "Fuckin' child."

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The show ended with Kenny taking the IWGP United States Championship from Ospreay. It was one of the best matches Y/N's ever witnessed, even if it caused her so much stress to see. Every bump Will and Kenny took was nerve-wracking to say the least. But, they both pulled through and successfully finished the match. She found out from Kyle that Will lost a pint of blood and injured his shoulder though he would pull through and be fine.

As of now, Y/N was heading to do a little promo in response of Mercedes's debut. With the help of a crew member, she sat down at the table and set her drink down. She adjusted the mic and glanced around at all the reporters and such. "Today I will not be answering any of your questions because of Mercedes Moné," she spoke in Japanese.

"I had the most exhausting match of my career and she just shows up out of the blue to steal my spotlight?! Do I have to remind you who I am Mercedes? I am Y/N fucking Kingley and you will not disrespect me! You think because you came from WWE that you're all big shit now? Well let me educate you love. This isn't WWE, this isn't slow paced, this isn't a playground. When you step in the ring with me you won't be the same. You made a mistake coming here. And now I'm gonna send you back where you belong."

Y/N stands up, looking directly into the camera. "I accept your challenge. Let's see if you can keep up."

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"I don't think I'm up to this," Y/N states as she glances at Mercedes and back to the road. "Girl, yes you are. You're the one who brought up this whole party. You can't back out now," Mercedes replies, fixing up her makeup in the mirror. "That was before I fucked up my ankle and got into a fight with my ex. Who, mind you is going to be there." Mercedes chuckles at her over exaggerating, "Which gives you the perfect chance to get back at him."

"With who?" Y/N questions, parking the car in front of the bar.

"Him." Cedes smiles as she points at Jay who was currently walking towards the building. Y/N purses her lips, finding it to be a good idea, "That could work."

They both walk into the bar together and Mercedes follows Y/N, who obviously knew the majority of people there. Y/N finds Kenny talking with some friends and go over there, immediately hugging him. Kenny smiles realizing it's her, "I thought you weren't gonna show," he said.

"Someone changed my mind," Y/N says, and Mercedes gestures to herself. Kenny chuckles and embraces Mercedes. "Thanks for getting her out. Y/N usually hates parties." Mercedes laughs, "It's my pleasure. Do you know where Jay is?" Y/N raises a brow at Mercedes question.

"Uh yeah, he's just over there." Kenny pointed across the bar and Mercedes nods and smiles gratefully. "Great. Thank you. We will catch up later. I'm gonna steal Y/N." Mercedes takes Y/N's hand and drags her across the bar towards Jay. "I don't think this is a great idea-"

"Hi Jay!" Mercedes waves, dragging Y/N over meanwhile Y/N kept trying to slow down because of her ankle. "Mercedes, right? We met at the show yesterday." Jay sticks his hand out and she happily accepts it, "Yes. That's right." Y/N smiles meekly at him, but tries to avoid eye contact. "So what can I do for you ladies?"

"We are having some car trouble and Y/N here is gonna need a ride home later so I was wondering if you could take her home for me. I'm sure you know where it is. It's not too far from here." Mercedes lies and Y/N looks at her with a mini glare. Jay chuckles, nodding with a grin, "Of course, it's no trouble."

"Awesome. I'll catch you later Y/N. Have fun." Mercedes waves and walks over to talk to some of the joshi wrestlers.

Jay takes Y/N's hand and helps her onto the stool carefully, "You don't actually have any car trouble do you?" He questions in amusement. Y/N chuckles lightly and nods, "you are correct. But she's definitely gonna leave me here despite that."

"She sounds great," Jay joked.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to use the ladies room. I will be right back," Y/N excused herself swiftly. Honestly, she just wanted to fix up her hair as it was flowing everywhere courtesy of the wind from outside. She finished up quickly, washing her hands and walking out, going to find Jay again. Though, a hand blocked her, causing her to look up at the man, known as David Finlay. She didn't necessarily have a problem with him. She just didn't like him. But then again, not a lot of people did.

"Uhm, what can I do for you?" Y/N looked at him, slightly confused. He smiles, "I just came to tell you, I watched your match, and you did amazing, it was a great match. One of the best I've ever watched." He says. Y/N smiles for a second, "Oh, well thank you, I appreciate it. But if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my friend." She goes to move past him until he blocks her way again. "Come on, stick around a bit. Give me a chance. We can get to know each other beautiful."

Y/N cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable with him. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." David raised a brow, "and yet you're sluttin' it around with Jay? Come on, you can do so much better." Y/N scoffed, "Excuse me? What did you just call me?" Y/N goes to push pass him when he grabbed her arms, keeping her in place. "Oi, get your hands off her." Next thing she knew, Will had pushed David against the wall, she glanced down at her arms, seeing red handprints on them from how tightly David help her.

"She's not interested bruv. Move on." Will pushed him away, David walking off with a scoff, making a small inappropriate comment about her.

Will turned to Y/N, seeing her in a trance, not moving or speaking. He set a hand on her shoulder, "You alright love?" Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, glancing at his hand on her shoulder. She blinked, "Leave me alone." Y/N walked away, wincing at the pain in her ankle, she reached Jay, standing by him on the stool. "Do you think it's possible for you to take me home? I need to get out of here."

Jay nodded immediately, paying for the drinks and helping Y/N out of the bar, he had seen Will watching in the corner and assumed it must've been about him. Jay helped her into the car before driving them off, heading to her place, obviously knowing where it was. "What happened back there?" He asks, breaking the silence.

Y/N didn't glance at him, texting Mercedes and Kenny on her phone, telling them that she was leaving early. "Nothing important. My ankle has just been killing me." He knew she was partially lying but chose not to push on it. "I'm sorry to drag you away, you could go back if you want. You don't need to stay with me or anything." Y/N said, setting her phone down.

"It's alright. I'll stay. I want to."

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Law and order :: KIM MINGYU

' With Mingyu being named the new CEO of the top company, his father hires you to be his lawyer to keep him in line and out of trouble. '

Warnings: Unprotected sex, slight exhibition, biting, choking, use of candle wax, handcuffing, oral (both)

lawyer! reader x CEO! Mingyu

A/N: And after a long wait, here is this beauty. S/N= Secretary's name, btw. Also as per usual, the ending lowkey sucks (I'm horrible at writing endings, lol)

~Bambi

You were the best at your job and refused to be treated lower than such.

"Y/N L/N!" You halted your steps down the courthouse hallway, turning to face your angry opponent who you had just beaten. He gripped his briefcase angrily as he approached you, his anger becoming worse at your calm appearance. "What the hell was that back there? Who do you think you are?!"

"Your client already lost when he picked you." You offered him a small smile before continuing to walk out of the courthouse, leaving your angry opponent in your wake.

When you arrived back at your office, your secretary quickly fell into step with you. "You have a meeting with the CEO later after your lunch break, then another meeting with the sales team as they want to run some stuff by you."

You are the legal expert for a top tech company. You were the person everyone ran their plans by to make sure it was legal, along with any contracts or anything else that needed legal advice.

"Alright, anything else?" you asked as you entered your office, removing your coat as you opened up your large window blinds that shows an amazing view of the city. Your secretary clicked on her tablet for a moment before saying "you have a one-on-one meeting with the CEO's son around 4."

You paused at her words, looking at her with slight shock. "Mingyu is actually here? I thought he moved abroad." Your secretary nodded, handing you a glass of water. "He did, but for some reason the CEO brought him back." You nodded, not choosing to gossip about whatever your boss wanted to do. After you finished doing a report, you followed your secretary to your CEO's office. "Ah, Y/N, come in. Shut the door and come sit." You did as you were told, moving to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

You handed the folder you put together while working on the case, the older man flipping through the papers. "I was able to win the case that was going against our sales department. We should be fine from now on but, if that other company wants to come against us once more, I'm always open to winning once more." Your boss nodded, chuckling as he tossed the file onto his desk. "You're the best, Y/N. One of the best assets I have in this company."

"Thank you, Mr. Kim." You smiled at his praise, watching as he stood up and approach his wine bar. "You are coming to the meeting later, right? It's important." You nodded, watching as he poured himself a glass before returning to his seat. The CEO always held meetings every two weeks and always had you there as you were deemed important to the company. He would always praise you, thanking you constantly for keeping the company afloat. If the company did an employee of the month, you were sure you'd get it every time.

"There are going to be some changes that you may not be happy with, but it must be done." You asked him what he meant, the old man waving away your question before your secretary popped her head in, letting you know that it was time for the meeting, much to your CEO's happiness. "Ah, great. I'll meet you there." You nodded before walking to join S/N, walking with her to the large meeting room on the top floor. Once you both entered the elevator, she turned to you, a smile on her face. "Have you seen the CEO's son? He's so hot." You furrowed your eyebrows before turning to her, watching as her smile quickly fell and she put back on her professional exterior, which made you laugh. "You can find him hot, but don't let it interfere with work." You patted her back as she nodded, walking with her to the room.

The room felt different as you took your usual seat, your secretary standing behind you with the other assistants of the others on the board. It felt like how it was when you joined the board the first time: you were the youngest on the board as everyone else was in their 30s and 40s, along with the fact that you were the only female. They fought the CEO long and hard to get rid of you, but when their sectors got into legal trouble, they immediately turned to you for help.

The CEO soon walked in, his son in tow. He wore a nicely pressed suit, his hair long enough to reach the bottom of his neck and his eyebrows. You had to agree with your secretary; he was pretty hot.

Once everyone sat down, the CEO cleared his throat, signaling the beginning of the meeting. You all went through the usual meeting things; giving updates on each sector, going over the international sales, etc. When it was your turn to give your report on the sales team court case, you noticed Mingyu staring at you. He did it every time you spoke or moved; his eyes would scan you before returning to focus on the others. It made you feel a certain way, but you decided to ignore it as you wanted to look professional.

Near the end, the CEO finally stood up, motioning for Mingyu to do the same. "As you know, I am an old man and I've been taking care of this business since my father handed it to me. I would like to enjoy the same golf fields my father has, so I am retiring." Your eyes widened as everyone expressed their worry, wondering who the new CEO would be since he was stepping down. The old man only raised his hand to silence everyone, placing it then onto Mingyu's shoulder. "My son will take over the company. He had managed the international sector for years and had done a great job. I think it's time my son takes his rightful place as CEO." You knew you couldn't complain about the decision, glad that you still had your job. The others, however, were full of complaints; he's too young, he hasn't managed the whole company before, etc. The old man's hand raised once more, silencing the room. "The international sector is one of our biggest sectors and he did it all alone. He has earned this. And, if you want to discuss age, just look at Ms. L/N. She's one of our youngest board members and has done an amazing job." You thanked him quietly, noticing how everyone now looked at you with the same annoyance they had when you first joined, but now also giving it to Mingyu, who also looked at you.

Once the old man answered more questions, the meeting was adjourned. As you packed up once everyone else filed out, the old CEO asked you to stay behind. You signed for your secretary to leave for the day as it was quitting time for her anyways, sitting back down to talk to the man. "I need you to keep a close eye on Mingyu and this company. Out of everyone else that was in this room, I only trust you to ensure that no one tries to take his spot." You nodded, your now former CEO giving you a gentle smile. "I hope you take great care of him and this company. The last thing I need is for him to get into some kind of legal scandal and end the company my father worked hard for."

"I understand." You offered him a smile before excusing yourself and making your way back to your office. You wondered why he trusted you so much when he had some of his closest friends on the board.

The sun had begun setting when you reached your office, filling it with a beautiful orange. As you entered, you jumped when you noticed Mingyu sitting in one of your chairs, waiting for you. When you asked him if he needed anything, he nodded. "Just wanted to get to know you. I know we'll be working closely from now on, so I wanted to introduce myself without my father."

"It's alright, Mingyu." You started to clean up your desk, Mingyu watching you before standing up, moving to your bookshelf, and looking at your many books and pictures. You glanced up at him as he picked up a photo of you, noticing how well the sunset hit his face, showing off his chiseled jaw. "So, we're near in age? You don't seem as old as the other men on that board."

"Yes, we are. Also, don't worry about them. They'll come around when they need you." You came over to take the photo from him, placing it back onto the shelf before going back to gather your things. You wanted to go home and relax before having to deal with work all over again tomorrow. However, Mingyu had different plans. "Are you clocking out?" You paused at Mingyu's question, nodding before noticing a smile coming onto his face. "Great. Let's go out for some drinks and dinner. I'm hungry." Before you could respond, he walked out, heading towards his office to most likely gather his items. You sighed, leaning against your doorway as he returned with his coat. As you both walked, he asked you a few questions about yourself, obviously trying to get to know you. You asked your own questions about him, Mingyu answering them as you entered the parking garage. It was mostly empty as everyone had already gone home for the day except for some janitors. "Alright, where are we going for dinner?" You took out your keys, unlocking your car as he followed you. "The high estate restaurant. You know where that is, right?" You nodded, placing the restaurant on your map. As you did, you ended up bumping into Mingyu's hard chest, Mingyu chuckling softly as you gently stumbled backward. "You better watch where you're walking, Ms. Y/N." You only rolled your eyes, entering your car as he did the same.

You couldn't help but feel butterflies as you drove, your hands gripping the wheel tighter than usual. You didn't know why you were so nervous; it was just dinner and drinks with your boss. That's it.

When you arrived, you noticed Mingyu wasn't there yet. You shrugged, walking in to get a table for you both. The host gave you a once-over as you approached his stand, giving you an annoyed look when you asked for a table for two. "What do you think this place is? A reservation only, ma'am." You hid how shocked you were at his voice, preparing to walk out to tell Mingyu when he came inside, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He smiled at you, leading you to back to the stand as the host once again looked up from whatever he was doing on the computer. "Reservation for Kim Mingyu." The host quickly typed it out, offering him a smile as he told him he had to the same table as always. Mingyu nodded, accepting the two menus before holding his arm out for you to hold, which you hesitantly accepted. As you both made your way through the expensive-looking restaurant, you asked him if he came here often. "It's one of my favorites. Whenever I come back here, I always come here for dinner at some point." He led you up the stairs to the second floor, leading you to a table next to the large floor-to-ceiling windows. He handed you one of the menus, then handed you the flowers. "I saw a flower stand on the way here and thought you may like some." You thanked him, hoping he couldn't see the heat that rose to your cheeks as you placed them into a chair next to you.

He went through the menu with you, recommending some of his favorites. You both settled on an appetizer, placing the order as Mingyu poured you some wine. The atmosphere felt like a mixture of romantic and friendly, making you feel comfortable with you. He offered you a smile as he placed the glass down in front of you, waiter coming back with your appetizer. "Ah, is she another one of your dates? You always come here with random women, Mr. Player."

You felt any romantic feeling you had in that moment evaporate, taking a small sip of the wine. Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head before rubbing his forehead. "No, she's not. She's a coworker of mine, I just wanted to take her out."

You sat quietly as they finished their conversation, leaving you and Mingyu alone. "Sorry about that. My father will often put me on blind dates and set them up here,'' he smiled. "He's hell bent on getting some grandchildren."

"I've heard," you couldn't help but smile, glad that you weren't just one of the many girls he brought out like a player, but slightly disappointed that it wasn't. "Your father talks about wanting grandchildren all the time."

"He knows what he wants." You and Mingyu continued to talk, even when your main courses came out. After dinner, he led you outside, offering to walk you to the car, which you accepted. "I had a great evening, Ms. L/N. Maybe we should do this again, sometime." You couldn't help but bite your lip at his suggestion, his eyes going to your lips staying on it as he said "you shouldn't bite your lips, Y/N. You could hurt them." You immediately stopped, clearing your throat as you gripped the door handle. He's your boss. This wasn't a date; this a was friendly dinner between coworkers.

So why did this feel different.

For the next few weeks, Mingyu would have meetings with you every Friday separately from everyone else to discuss the legal standings of the company. It was more lighthearted than the regular board meeting, making you feel more relaxed. You also couldn't deny the light tension that built between you and Mingyu; it started in the parking lot of the restaurant and was building at every interaction you both had.

"Ms. L/N, Mr. Wang would like to talk to you." You looked up from your papers, your eyebrows furrowed. "Of the communications sector? What does he want?" Your secretary only shrugged, making you sigh. You don't interact really with the board members outside of the meetings; you usually meet with their assistants to discuss things that pertain to them. You followed her to his office, noticing that Mingyu was marked as out on a business trip, which is why today's meeting was to be held tomorrow. When you entered Mr. Wang's office, you were surprised to see him just sitting on his desk, one window open as he was smoking. He took a few more puffs before tossing it out the window, reaching down onto his desk to hand you a piece of paper. "Sign it."

"Excuse me?" You weren't fond of his rude tone, taking the paper from him to look it over. It was a petition to change the CEO to him. Mr. Wang was close to the CEO as they always went golfing together. "If we get everyone's signature, I can overtake the child." he lit up another cigarette, pointing to the paper. "Make sure you sign it and then bring it to the meeting tomorrow." You didn't even bother to argue with him, taking the paper with you as you walked back to your office. It felt so under handing to do such a thing, yet you could see it coming; the sectors weren't getting away with the same things that they used to and wanted to be able to spend their days leaning back in their chairs and doing absolutely nothing while their subordinates do everything.

You kept it in your office, flipping between doing your work and looking at the paper. You didn't know why, but you felt worried for Mingyu and wanted to talk to him as soon as possible, but knew he was out for business and was unavailable.

You had just parked your car in your driveway when you received a call from your secretary. She had some things to file for you, so she was working late. "Just wanted to let you know that Mr. Mingyu is back and in his office." You felt your heart leap as you thanked her, backing out of the driveway and driving back to the office. When you arrived, the sun was mostly set. You gripped the paper as your quickly walked back into the office, getting into the elevator as your secretary and the other assistants watched, all confused on why you came back.

You quickly rushed to his office, roughly swinging open the door, surprising Mingyu. He had just returned as he had to work late on some things, and he knew you had already clocked out. He watched as you slammed a paper onto his desk, offering you some water and a seat, which you accepted. "Some of the other board members are trying to replace you under your nose. If I signed that petition, it would be enough to go into a vote and if it was half vs half, you wouldn't get to keep your position. The voting would keep going until we all agreed on someone and-"

"Y/N, calm down. Breathe." Mingyu gently gripped your shoulders, standing over you. He led you in some breathing exercises, helping you calm down. You weren't ever like this when it came to work, but with this being a threat on Mingyu, it drove you crazy. It sounded so stupid to you, making you laugh softly, Mingyu doing the same. He leaned back to sit on the desk, picking up the petition to read it. Now that you were calmed down, you could admire him; his tight polo shirt that showed off his toned body and biceps, his hair that was a bit messy, showing that he had ran his hands through it one too many times. He wore tight dress pants and dress shoes, accompanied by a black belt that looked like it had been loosened. You wanted nothing more than to flip it open and-

"Thank you, Y/N for bringing this to me. I had heard from some of their assistants about Mr. Wang planning this. I'll take it from here." He offered you a smile, placing the paper back down. "I would like for you to do something for me, if you can before tomorrow's meeting." You nodded, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. "Can you draft some stuff for their positions to be stripped? I want to scare them a bit."

"I can, but that seems mean, Mingyu." You didn't know where your playful tone was coming from, Mingyu laughing softly. "Doesn't it? I just want to scare them into compliance."

"Did you do that back in your old sector?" Minyu shook his head at your question, leaning back more on his desk so his back was against the computer monitor. "They all knew I was the boss, so they didn't try to. But now that I'm here and they don't particularly want me to be their boss, I guess I got to show them I mean business." You smiled at him, liking the side of him. It took you a moment to realize that the sun had now set, his office only lit by the candles he had going and the light from his monitor. It felt oddly romantic, in a way. "Well, it's getting late. I should-"

"Before you go," you paused gathering your purse at Mingyu's rushed words, asking him if he needed anything. "Did you come all the way back to the office from your house to bring me that?" You nodded, Mingyu scanning your face for a second before offering you a hand, helping you to stand now in between his legs. "You deserve something for that, don't you think?" your breath hitched at how his voice had slightly dropped, nodding. His hand still held yours as he pulled you a bit closer, the front of your thighs now pressed against the desk as his thumb rubbed your knuckles. "What do you want, Y/N?"

Your brain became fuzzy at his voice and the feeling of sexual tension that rose in the room, your hand, with a mind of its own, slipped from his hand to move slowly up his arm to rest on his shoulder. Mingyu scanned your face as you squeezed his bicep, his hand moving to cup your face. "I always found you so beautiful, Ms. Y/N. It was so hard to not ask you out when I first saw you."

"Mingyu," you breathed out softly, his thumb moving over your bottom lip, a small tsk coming from him. "You've been biting your bottom lip, haven't you? You bite them all the time when you're stressed or when you're typing things out," he continued to graze your bottom lip, his lip twitching when your tongue came out to gently swipe his. Mingyu took a moment before gently pushing his thumb into your mouth, which you accepted. He tilted his head to the side, his thumb moving to hook in your cheek to roughly pull you in for a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands gripped your waist, kissing you passionately from the built-up tension. He moaned your name against your lips, his tongue moving with yours as he picked you up, switching places with you. When your back hit the monitor, you both pulled back from the kiss. Both of your breaths mixed together as you untucked his shirt from his tight pants, Mingyu glancing down as you pulled it up. He helped you pull it over his head, tossing it to the floor.

You let your hands move down his abs, Mingyu putting his hands in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail. "What are you up to, Mingyu?'' you asked him playfully as you hand reached his belt buckle, Mingyu offering you a smile. "I'm just trying to make sure you can see what you're doing, Ms. Y/N. I've been wanting this for a while, and I want to see all of your beautiful reactions."

He tugged on your hair, Mingyu leaning down to kiss you as his free hand began to work on his belt. He removed his belt, tossing it to meet with his shirt as your hands moved to work on his pants. When you successfully unbuttoned them, he helped you push them down his legs. "These pants are so tight, Mingyu. It's like they were painted onto you." You noted as it was hard to get them down his legs, Mingyu laughing softly. "Yeah, they've been in my closet for a while, and I haven't worn them, so I just put them on and left. Harder pulling off then putting on, I guess."

You hummed as your hand moved to caress him over his underwear, his grip in your hair tightening as he moved his hips to meet your hand movements. His free hand moved down to your top, unbuttoning the first few buttons to show the tops of your breasts, the sight making him groan and his cock twitch. "Fuck, they do look perfect." He leaned down to kiss them, moaning when your hands went into his hair while he began to suck a hickey onto one.

After a while, you gently pushed him back so you could get down on your knees, Mingyu pushing down his underwear in the process. His cock was on the thicker side, the top already leaking precum, making you moan. You gently licked it, Mingyu hissing as your tongue moved over his tip, collecting all of his precum before you began to take him into your mouth. He tossed his head back, his eyes closing as you began to bob your head, taking more of him each time. "That's it, Y/N, good girl," He moaned, his hands coming to hold your head as his hips began to move, fucking himself in your mouth. His thumbs rubbed your cheeks as he fucked your mouth, offering praises as he moaned. He licked his lips as he pulled out, noticing a mixture of spit and his precum now collecting on your breasts. "Oh, my fucking god, you're so hot."

He helped you up, kissing you messily as you moaned his name, removing the rest of your top. Mingyu picked you up so your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you to his desk, helping you on it. He pulled off your panties, tossing it over by his pants as he slowed down his kisses. You ran your hands up his back as you both kissed, moaning against his lips as his hands confidently unclipped your bra, his hand coming to cover your breasts with his hands, massaging them as he pulled back from the kiss, his lips shiny from it.

He gently pushed you back, so you were resting on your hands, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples, making you toss your head back. He moaned around it, his tongue playing with it as his hand slipped down to play with your clit, making you moan louder. "Shh, baby. Those assistants may still be here. Don't want them to hear how good I'm making you feel, yeah?"

You nodded, closing your eyes as he pushed a finger into you. "So wet, baby. Did you want this as much as I did?" You nodded, frantically, Mingyu responding by pushing another finger into you, moving both at a rough pace. He licked his lips as he watched you, leaning back to spit onto your clit before mixing it into your slick, inserting another finger before he pulled away, using the slick on his fingers as lube as he stroked himself.

"I've been wanting this for so long, Y/N." He gripped your hips as he slowly pushed in, your head leaning back to rest on the monitor as he began to move his hips slowly. You dug your nails into his shoulders, moaning his name as he sped up slightly. He picked up one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, helping him move deeper into you as he began to fuck you.

You gripped the desk as he watched your breasts bounce, Mingyu leaning down to take one into his mouth as your hands met his hair once more. "Mingyu, please."

"Please what, hmm? Cause if I go any faster, I'm going to fuck you so hard, and I won't be able to stop until you're shaking."

"Prove it." As soon as the words left your mouth, Mingyu pulled away from you and your body, picking you up to place you against the window, the cold feeling making your arch into him as he pushed back into you. He held your hips tightly as he moved his hips roughly, causing you to moan loudly, stuffing your face into his shoulder to hopefully silence yourself. Mingyu had other plans, though, gripping your head so you tossed it back, his lips kissing around your neck as his hips met yours roughly. You felt yourself tighten around him, feeling yourself become close, Mingyu noticing as his thrusts picked up. "That's it, Y/N, be a good fucking girl for me and cum. Cum all over my fucking cock like I fucking deserve."

You came roughly around him, Mingyu immediately peeling your body from the window to move you to the desk once more, having you bent over it as he began to fuck you once more, his hands coming down to slap your ass. "That's a good fucking girl, my good girl. You're still so fucking tight even though you just came all over my dick." You whined at his words, Mingyu's hips fucking into you harshly as you came once more due to your sensitivity. He paused to look at one of the candles, an idea coming to his head. He leaned over, dripping the some of the candle wax onto your back, making you moan. "Look at that, baby. You look so good for me, now." He placed the candle back down, removing all the dried wax from your back before he began to move his hips quickly once more, feeling his cock twitch as you clenched around him, begging for him to cum.

Mingyu pulled out to cum on your ass, moaning your name as he leaned forward to bite your shoulder, moaning your name loudly as he shook. He took a moment to calm down before pulling back grabbing a tissue to wipe off his cum off of you before himself. He carefully helped you get dressed, having you sit on the desk as he tucked in his shirt, then moving to button yours. As he did, he smiled at you leaning down to kiss you softly, making you smile as well.

"It's late, I should go." You softly pushed back from Mingyu, carefully standing (with his help) gathering your purse. Mingyu watched you, biting his bottom lip before he stopped you, leaning over to kiss you softly once more, wrapping an arm around your waist. All of the sexual tension was out of the room, the only thing left was the feeling of romance. You couldn't help but realize that you had gained feelings for him, pulling back from his lips as the realization hit you. Mingyu noticed your change in demeanor, removing his arm from your waist as he cleared his throat. "Goodnight, Mingyu." You offered him a smile before leaving quickly making your way back to your car, passing by the assistants and your secretary. When you entered your car, you rested your forehead against the wheel. You looked so stupid; how could you sleep with your boss? Mingyu probably thought the worse about you.

When you returned home, you stripped and got into the shower, wanting to just clear your head and sleep, but you couldn't help but think about what happened between you and Mingyu; the way his hands felt, him calling you his good girl, the way he kissed you and held you.

"Get it together, Y/N." You sighed, running your hands through your hair before resting your head against the shower wall, trying to clear your thoughts once more, but all you could think about was him.

All you could think about was Kim Mingyu.

~ * ~

"It's time for the board meeting, Ms. L/N." You looked up from the paperwork you had to fill out for a court case, thanking your secretary before walking with her to the meeting hall. You had been so busy that you had to come in early to get started. You had forgotten what was supposed to happen this meeting, hoping it would be a quick one. When you entered, you realized you were the last person to join, everyone turning to you as you and your secretary sat down.

"Now we can begin." Mr. Wang stared at you with an annoyed look, your secretary offering one back as you opened your tablet to take notes. Mingyu cleared his throat before taking out a sheet of paper, the other board members stiffening at it. Mingyu held up the unfinished petition the board members made to replace him, his face showing how annoyed he was. He held up his hand to silence Mr. Wang, who started to try to explain. "I will not accept any sort of petitions to replace me. If you think you can, come say it to my face. Don't go behind my back and make some stupid ass petition like we're in middle school voting for class president." He ripped the paper in half, tossing it onto the table, much to the board members upset. You couldn't lie, you did find this side of Mingyu attractive; noting his locked jaw, his stern voice, how serious he seemed. It all made you wet.

Mingyu soon met your eyes, making you look back at your tablet, as if he was about to yell at you, feeling your cheeks heat up as you had been caught staring. "I've had Ms. Y/N start on some contracts for each of you. If you guys think I should be replaced, then you guys should have that option too." He then ended the meeting, leaving while the men threw questions at him. "We should leave now before they turn to us." You agreed with your secretary, packing up before walking out, making your way back to your office and the large amount of work you had to do. "That was the most interesting meeting I've ever had, Ms. L/N. Did you see all of their faces?" You agreed with her, noting how funny it was.

After you had finished your work, you began to pack up, stopping when there was a knock at the door. You met Mingyu's eyes as he walked in, asking if he needed anything. He walked in wordlessly, closing the door behind him before leaning his hip against your desk. He still hadn't answered your question, which you repeated. "Would you like to go out for dinner?" Mingyu smiled, making you raise an eyebrow. At your confusion, Mingyu turned to check that no one was watching you both, reaching into his pocket before pulling your panties from last night. You hadn't realized that you didn't put them on when you were getting dressed. As you reached forward for it, he put it back into his pocket, his hand moving to gently grip your waist. You paused, looking up at him as he stepped closer. "You can say no, but I would like to have dinner with you once more."

You didn't think about saying no, agreeing immediately. He told you to wait for him as he grabbed his things, walking away to get his items. Once he gathered his things, he followed you to the parking lot. "I'll text you the address." You nodded, heading to your car before getting in. You took a moment to check your appearance and reapply some lip balm and perfume, agreeing that you look nice before checking your phone, placing the address into your GPS, beginning your journey.

When you arrived at the address, however, you realized it was his house. You bit your lip as you exited your car, Mingyu pulling in next to you and did the same. "I thought we could have dinner here." You nodded, following him inside.

~ ** ~

"I received so many emails from that Wang guy about me betraying him. He was going to pop a blood vessel about it." You laughed, Mingyu chuckling as he placed his wine glass down. You both had long finished eaten dinner and were now chilling in his living room, drinking wine and just talking. It felt nice. All of your nervousness about getting close to him left you as the wine gave you courage. Mingyu moved so his arm was laying on the back of the couch, his hand coming down to rest on your thigh, his thumb rubbing your skin as he listened to you talk. He nodded, his tongue coming out to wipe his lips, your eyes moving to watch.

"Y/N..." He whispered, moving closer to your body as if you were a magnet. You wrapped your arms around him as you both met in a kiss, Mingyu's hands moving to cup your cheek. He tilted his head as the kiss grew more intense, giving you the chance to kiss down to his neck, leaving hickies in your wake, his hands moving to your waist. He moaned your name as you sucked on his sweet spot, Mingyu pulling back to meet your lips once more as he stood up with you, both of you stumbling down the hallway as the kiss grew messily.

He pinned you against the bedroom door, his hands moving to remove your bottoms as you worked on removing his clothes, leaving his glasses on. When you had stripped him down to his underwear, he led you to the bed, having you lay down. You watched as he got settled on his stomach in between your legs, his hands massaging your thighs as he kissed around your legs. "Mingyu, fuck, eat me out please."

"As you wish," he quickly leaned in to suck gently on your folds, his tongue moving out to play taste you, making you moan. "Oh, you taste too good," he moved back in moaning loudly as he began to lick and suck hungrily, pulling back to quickly toss away his glasses before moving back in. You gripped his hair, trying to pull him back as it felt so good all at once. Mingyu pulled away from you with a pop, making his way to his closet, leaving you to catch your breath.

"You're being bad, Y/N." You turned to see Mingyu walking out from the closet, holding handcuffs. He licked his lips, moaning at the taste of you, making you clench around nothing. He gently gripped your wrists, handcuffing your wrists to the bedpost before he returned to standing in front of you, sinking back down to his knees. "Now, let me enjoy tasting this pussy."

"Mingyu fuck, oh fuuuck" You gripped the handcuffs as he dove right back in, his tongue moving to play with your clit as your thighs clenched around his head, his free hand moving to cup your throat, choking you occasionally. He didn't stop once you came the first time, Mingyu saying how he wouldn't stop until you covered his face in your juices.

As your thighs shook from having your 4th orgasm, he sucked on your pussy once more before pulling away, patting it, making you shiver from how sensitive you were. To Mingyu, you looked so hot; handcuffed to the bed, your chest rising and falling, covered in sweat; it was like you were straight from his wet dream.

He wiped his face, crawling up the bed as he kissed up your body. "Mingyu, please" he paused at your plea, asking what you wanted. You couldn't put the words together, wrapping your legs around his waist. He smirked, pressing his cock against your pussy, allowing you to grind against it. "Can you handle it, Y/N?" You nodded, moving your hips faster, trying to relieve yourself more. Even though you had cum so much, you couldn't help but want more. Mingyu nodded, halting your hips before pushing down his underwear, slowly pushing into you, leaning forward to kiss you softly.

"I'll take care of you, Y/N." He smiled against your lips as he began to move his hips slowly, his hands coming up to remove the handcuffs from your wrists. "Lemme hold you while I fuck you, ok?" He laid down on the bed with you, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as you wrapped your legs around him, meeting him in a loving kiss.

It felt connecting.

It felt like you both were becoming one as he moved, holding you close and whispering how much he cared about you as he moved. He intertwined your hands together as he moved, his eyes showing how much he loved you as he moved, kissing you softly.

"I'll show you how much I love you, Y/N, even if it takes all night long."

~ *** ~

"Another great win, Ms. L/N!" You thanked your secretary as you entered the office tossing a file onto Mr. Wang's desk as you passed by. You had just won another case for the commutations department after they had offended someone, pissed as it was their 4th case that month.

"Your meeting with CEO Mingyu was moved up as he has a business dinner later. He wishes to see you as soon as possible." You thanked her, letting her know that she could go on lunch. As you made your way into his office, you noticed Mingyu shutting the blinds. Once you were inside, he locked the door behind you and shut the remaining blinds, turning to you with a smile. "So, how long are we going to have to meet like this until you tell everyone we're together?" Mingyu smiled at your question, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kissed your forehead. "I'm telling my father tonight. Then, I'll tell everyone else. I know my father likes you, so I have no worries about his reaction. Everyone else is a different story."

"Well don't worry, I can sue them for defamation" you joked, meeting him in a sweet kiss as he moved you to his desk, having you sit on it. He slowly sunk to his knees, placing your legs onto his shoulders as he worked on removing your underwear. "Did you win your case?"

"Of course I did." You leaned back as he placed your panties into his suit pocket, Mingyu looking up at you with a smile before giving your pussy one lick.

"Good girl."

#seventeen #svt smut #svt mingyu #svt scenarios #svt fanfic #mingyu #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #seungkwan #woozi #dokyeom #the8 #seventeen imagines

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THE DAY I PICKED UP DAZAI COVER - CARDS/ CONTAINS SPOILERS!!

Ok so the new cover for The Day I Picked Up Dazai was just released and i decided that Harukawa definitely used the cards for their meanings so!! That's what the post is about

First, the left side: i think it would be Side B.

Next to Dazai's head we see Three of Spades. It clearly references the Beast universe of side B (change of plans, emotional pain that Dazai went through). "It could announce a cancelled date or a misunderstanding between two lovers", (btw this is NOT a ship post, let's just assume the lovers in all of cards as very good friends or something) which is the case later in the book where Oda thinks Dazai is the bad guy. The "cancelled date" could be their meeting at the Lupin bar that didn't happen in side B.

Well those r self-explanatory. Nine of Diamonds is next to the Spade.

Now to the Side A, the right side.

There's a Joker next to Dazai. I guess it does describe him pretty well there. He came to Oda's house on purpose knowing he will survive there.

I don't know if the partner here would refer to Chuuya (he was barely mentioned in the novel), it could also reference Dark Era Buraiha Trio, but either way i wouldn't pay much mind to this part. "Whatever loneliness you feel, it will pass." Could both refer to TDIPUD Oda meeting Dazai and becoming friends and later on to Dazai joining ADA. It's also a fun line to see after Dark Era Oda told Dazai that "Nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness".

I think this is another self-explanatory one. Again, this could mean both Dazai and Oda and then Dazai and the ADA.

The last card is Jack of Clubs (at least i think it's the Jack). This is the only shown card next to Oda (on the white background), so i think it could mainly refer to him.

Anyway yes that's all sorry for this very lazy and definitely written with no sense to it thing but i just wanted to keep this somewhere so I don't forget to cry each time i see this cover, bye

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd odasaku #oda sakunosuke #dazai osamu #bsd beast #the day i picked up dazai #sab posting #harukawa please

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idrkwhatthisisimsorry · 1 year

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Flying to Italy pt.1

Description: Y/N finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her with her best friend, and decides to take the trip she had planned with him to Italy anyways, but alone. But she meets Harry along the way, and so it goes... Does she decide to stay with Harry, or is it too soon and too fast? Or will she forgive her boyfriend? Only time will tell.

Warnings: angst, cheating

Word count: 1K

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A/N: hey! I haven't written in a while, and I have never posted Harry on here, but I'm on a serious kick with him rn and I've been thinking of this idea for a few days and I really wanted to write it, so here y'all go! I hope you enjoy, it's gonna be really good. This takes place in about early 2019 btw! Not everything is gonna be totally correct timeline wise, so just pretend it is lol

"Hey, me and Lily are going to go out tonight, I don't think Colin can come, are you up for it?" Jackson, my boyfriend said. I've been dating Jackson for almost ten years. We've known each other since we were fifteen, and we've been dating since we were sixteen. He's my rock and my best friend. But not as much as Lily. She's been my number 1 since we were about five years old. She's been dating her boyfriend, Collin for about four years now, and little does she know, he's about to propose when we go on our Italy trip in a few days together. I'm a little jealous because Jackson hasn't gotten the balls to propose to me, but I couldn't be happier for my best friend.

"Uhhhh, I might come later, but don't count on me, I have a lot of catching up to do on work if I don't want to work while we're in Italy. You guys gonna be in the same place all night?" I tell him. Any normal girlfriend would be skeptical of their best friend and boyfriend hanging out without either of their partners, but I've known both of them for so long to know that they're just good friends. We were just a trio throughout high school and college until Lily finally met Collin, and if I had any skepticism, that was all thrown out the window after seeing the way her and Collin were together. I would go as far to say they're even cuter together than me and Jackson.

"Yeah, we're going to R bar. If you don't come, it's fine, babe, I'll just see you when I get home. Love you." He said, as he gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door. "Love you." I said back, as he walked out.

...

I finished up enough of my work, and decided to go meet up with him at the bar. I quickly changed and did light makeup and got an uber.

I got to the bar and didn't see him or Lily with our group of friends. I walked over to one of them, "Hey have you guys seen Jackson? He said he and Lily were gonna be here with you guys tonight." I asked, still looking around the bar. "Uh, last I saw them was about ten minutes ago when he said they were gonna go get a drink from the bar, but I think I saw them walk off somewhere." Alex said, giving me a nervous face, which made me really nervous. I've never had reason to not trust him before, so I didn't expect what I was about to see and hear as I walked towards the bathrooms. I went into the women's restroom and didn't see Lily, and obviously I couldn't go into the mens, so I walked over to the single unisex bathroom door, and put my ear up to it. Someone was obviously having sex in there, very loud sex for that matter. I knocked, just in case my worst nightmare was coming true. "Busy!" A voice, very similar sounding to my best friend of twenty years, called out. I tested the door handle, and in their drunk idiocy they forgot to lock it, and I barged right in on my boyfriend fucking my best friend. Her small black dress, that she actually borrowed from me, hiked all the way up to her stomach, and his pants pulled down just low enough for him to be sticking his dick somewhere he shouldn't have.

The second he saw me, his eyes went wide and he immediately went wide and he pulled out of her and started to pull up his pants as quickly as possible. "Y/N-" "I don't want to hear it, Jack. The two people I thought would never hurt me. How long have you two been fucking behind my back?" I yelled angrily. "No no no no no, Y/N, this is the first time this has ever happened it was such a mistake, I'm so sorry, please, you're my best friend, I am so so sorry." Lily said, apologizing over and over again, as if those words could ever reverse her actions. I just stared at them in horror, tears threatening to spill over, my heart breaking as I knew I was losing the two people I cared about most in my life all in just five minutes. "Your sorry means nothing to me. I trusted both of you. I loved both of you, and you stabbed me in the back. I never want to see you again. Either of you. Might as well cancel your tickets to Italy once you're done fucking each other." I say, as I slam the door shut and leave the restaurant as fast as I possibly can and order an uber to the nearest hotel.

...

I sat in my expensive ass hotel room contemplating almost every single life decision I'd ever made. How long had this really been going on? Was it really the first time? How stupid have I been? And what was I going to do about Italy? Where was I going to live? My brain was going a hundred miles a minute, while I just sat there crying in my short little dress I wore to the bar. For him. Because I knew how much he loved that dress. Loved. He didn't have the right to love anything about me anymore.

I was so excited for everything in the future. We were supposed to spend a whole month in Italy together, the four of us. I was so so excited. I never got to travel ever, my family never had enough money, and then I went to college, and then I had to work my way up in my career to have money and actually get time off. Jackson and Lily have both been to Italy before, so it's not like this is some huge new experience that they're going to miss out on.

I laid on that bed for hours just crying, and thinking about what to do. I was going to go to Italy and forget all about people that never deserved me.

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Saying israel isnt related to judaism is antisemitc, brah. Bar none. Israel is the second word in our most important daily prayer and "next year in jerusalem" our annual call to action during the Zionist holoday of passover where we celebrate going HOME to ISRAEL 😱. if you keep listening to the small majority of self hating, white passing american jews on tumblr you're gonna keep being called antisemitic cause you are.

netanyahu and the right wingers suck. So do the arab colonizers whove refused peace since the un told the muslim occupiers they had to share their atolen land with native and returning diaspora jews

[re: this post]

OMG, anon is this really what you wake up for in the morning?

I want anyone reading this to note that anon had to create a strawman argument to attack me for something that I never said

It’s weak sauce, “brah”

This is how some people have to argue when they cannot actually defend their feeble, misguided, deadass wrong opinions

Show me where I ever said that “Israel isn’t related to Judaism,” and I’ll delete my blog

What I said was, “Jewish people are Jewish whether they're religious Jews who have been to a synagogue, or not. Non-religious, non-observant Jewish people are still Jewish people. Intentionally conflating ‘religious Jews’ with all Jewish people is antisemitic,” and then I said that “conflating Israel with all Jewish people is also antisemitic”

It’s all right there in the post, “brah”

And how tf are “Arab colonizers” and Muslims “occupying” a place where they’ve been living since forever? Do you think that Native Americans are also occupiers??

Please stop talking

You’re embarrassing yourself

Arab peoples are Semitic, as are Jewish people. Jon Stewart once touched upon this extremely salient point, and I haven’t forgotten about it ever since. BTW, he wasn’t on Tumblr when he said this (and neither was Seth Rogan), but EYE definitely brought it to tumblr

And I think it’s cute that you think I care what Zionists call me. Like, I haven’t ever been called antisemitic, but it wouldn’t carry much weight coming from Islamophobic, racist zealots who routinely call other Jewish people antisemites just because they disagree with them—the bulk of the students protesting at Columbia University are Jewish (many with direct ties to Israel, or descendants of Holocaust survivors), but I guess somehow their voices aren’t supposed to count, because they don’t agree with YOUR fuckery?

Pfft

Please STFU and don’t bother me again

But just for added clarity: This is not a “religious” war, this is about ethnic cleansing, illegal settlements and land grabs that Israel has been doing nonstop and continuously since 1948

In conclusion, anon you are full of shit and about to get blocked if you continue with dropping this bullshit in my inbox, because I refuse to debate every rando with a keyboard and an internet connection—maybe try Discord or find a subreddit for r/assholes?

But before I go, I’ll leave this video (the transcript is in the original post)

and a link to this post, where people who actually know what they’re talking about explain it far better than I ever could.

#anon #ask #answered #palestine #israel #weaponized antisemitism #weaponized zionism #weaponized identity politics #identity politics #idpol #anti zionism ≠ antisemitism #columbia university #student protests #campus protests

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lexmista · 6 months

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Julian Devorak, 193 cm, 38 y.o.

The Arcana

N, R and SR card desings

ooh julian~

i remember when i just opened the game, and i saw his face, i was like "yep yep, i know who is my favorite already". curly red head with a mischievous smile? woooo, that's the stuff baby!

but julian resonated with me on another level too, super depressed person, who doesn't let go of his past mistakes, who will make everything to sacrifice himself for a good deed to atone for his past.. but he's also very kind, brave, flirty, adventurous!

very happy with my outfit designs, except N one, that's his original outfit, such a slay tho. i received some feedback, and his original outfit ranked higher than mine, haha... ah.. well, that's okay too!

(screenshots from the game "the arcana")

julian is also simply a human, and he is 37 thanks to this post, very compelling evidence! btw the tallest mf in the group!!

he has a red gem in his right eye to mimic his plague red eye in games. he woke up in nu: carnival world already with crystal eye, so it wasn't painfull dw dw

julians conterpart is, surprise surprise, olivine!

it kinda happened like "uuhh other picks are so easy, sorry julian yours is not as fitting 💔"; but it's still good because one, they're both human, two, they're both slutty, what else do you need? hehe

so julian got isekaied a year or so prior to main three, and oh, ✨️ spoilers ✨️met zoro in water territory. they bonded together over longing for sea adventures and drinking in bars! so they both went on some silly and exciting adventures. by time of main events, they both are back and renting an apartment in port town, in water territory.

i'll tell more about them in zoro's post ùwú

later, he, zoro, apollo and ginnojo would make good drinking buddies ♡

i imagine them going around local bars and just having fun together, sharing news or adventures with each other, and helping to uncover some past memories!

#nu: isekai carnival #nu: carnival #multifandom #fan work #isekai #julian devorak #the arcana #artists on tumblr

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roguelov · 7 months

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(This is not a request btw!!) Interesting concept I was thinking about, but imagine this: the New Inn has a bar and reader being the bar tender and there’s immediate chemistry with all three of them (Hob x R X Morpheus)

Literally the thought is making me need them omg😍

FUCK YESSSSSSSSSS

You being the new hire (and one that immediately caught Hob’s eye)

When Morpheus visits Hob has to introduce him to you and Morpheus becomes enamored with you and your smile

Morpheus and Hob definitely watches you as you work and when you laugh with customers they can feel their hearts leap in their chests. And what they don’t see is how your eyes always glide back over to them and feel your heart skip at the sight of the two extremely attractive men

Also late nights where the inn is closed and you’re cleaning up but Morpheus and Hob are at the bar chatting with you as you clean (Hob tries to come behind the bar to help but you forbid him saying ‘while I’m here it’s my bar so you can’t come back here’ and they just chuckle)

It seems like one of them is always there while you’re on shift which never bothers you in fact you love it (you love it more when they’re both there)

If a customers gets rude/snippy with you Hob and Morpheus seem to appear out of nowhere and escorts the problem away (Hob gives this tight smile pushing them out while Morpheus glares until the person gets uncomfortable and leaves)

And the day the two men approach you with the idea of a day out with them you leap at the chance with a giddy smile and they know right then and there something wonderful was about to happen

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #robert gadling #hob gadling #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #hob x reader #dream x reader x hob #morpheus x reader x hob #anon #ask

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What’s Your Favourite Scary Movie, Eddie?

Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Ghostface!Trans!M!Reader

Last Edited: 06/04/2023

TW: gore, blood, murder, stalking, dead bodies, transphobia, foul language, body dysphoria, phone harassment

Requested: no

Word Count: 2,381

AO3 LINK -> HERE

Notes: literally rewatching the batman 2022 as i make this lel. also, kinda think of the ghosftface from dead by daylight as i love that costume/look so the outfit that’s described. i finished this shit on 1 hour of sleep btw so hope u enjoy

He’s an odd man. His schedule used to remain constant until it didn’t. You’re unsure of what changed. He’s still a forensic account by all means. He forged those documents to get the job so of course he wouldn’t simply just quit. That part stayed the same. It’s after work when he deviates from his original schedule. Going out at night, spying on people, and getting odd information. There’s also his online presence getting stronger. You see him on his computer more and more. Sometimes he’s typing, other times he has some sort of outfit on to do live streams.

No matter what, he’s always busy with something. That something has gotten more and more odd these past few weeks. He’s obsessing over a vigilante. A man dressed in black who goes around beating people down until they cannot get up to fight anymore. A “Batman” is what they call him. For someone so many fear, little ol’ Eddie surely loves him. It makes your stomach twist in disgust. How can this man obsess over this random vigilante? Sure, he fights crime but he’s not going for the bigger people. He lets cops run around, nabbing the criminals only to let them go after a bit of bribing. Some saviour he is. Plus, to see this somewhat nerdy and dainty-looking man go for a man who appears to be jacked screws with your head.

You can’t help but want to maul your own skin at this observation. The mousey man wanting the dark, mysterious, and bulky body type makes you think of your own figure. You don’t have the exact body type so may want after all the struggles to so much as get the medicine you needed for your transition. It takes time, ranging from months to years. And the first man you see him obsess over is the usual “jacked” and “hot” man makes you angry. That original figure you had has changed over time, into something you’re more comfortable with. While some changes haven’t been made yet due to the lack of money, you feel better; like you can actually live in your own skin now after so long of feeling like your body was out to destroy you.

But that feeling does fade now and then, especially when you see someone you’ve been watching and pinning over for months wanting the one thing you feel like you can’t be at times. Sometimes it’s your mind, other times it's old words from people you knew. The majority is the people you see online spouting nasty things, all ranging from hatred to fetishizing; there are even times when it’s a mixture of the two. A “real” man is what they want. For some reason as well, a “real” man isn’t someone who takes hormones or changes their body. A “real” man isn’t someone who says they are a man, even if they don’t transition. If they don’t pass their assessments, they’re not a “real man”. But how can they be one? How do they know what a “real” man is? They call those bulky hunks in bars real men. They’ll call the men from the army real men. The men from the gym are real men. But the moment a man so much as acts, looks, sounds different or doesn’t have the “right” body, they’re fake. And to you, it’s all bullshit. No one has any right to tell someone they’re not a “real” man, especially when they themselves know nothing about you or others in the same boat.

So to suddenly see such people in his streams? You can feel yourself losing it. While you wouldn’t kill them for such a thing unless they preached or even tried to kill people for being different or “unreal”, it’s the fact that so many were actual shitbags added to it. From people who wanted to simply kill innocent people, to people wanting to do awful acts to those they hate, you can’t allow that. Spying from the rooftops and alleyways turns into watching him from his very own streams.

Your username on the streams is Gh0stFac3, read as GhostFace, is usually caught in the streams, never saying a word. You let yourself lurk while he’s online, letting out passionate rants about Gotham and some sort of “renewal plan”. You don’t necessarily watch him on these streams. You do listen though, taking down notes on his words. You do have other people to watch and kill later on, of course. Some from his streams, others from night outs. A few are even from your times at bars, hearing their nasty talking or genuine disgust about certain groups of people who’ve done nothing but live their lives.

Another name is jotted down in your notebook, a multitude of pictures clipped to the page with the target. You scratch at your neck from under the mask, sighing. It’s just another asshole really. This one is from one of Edward’s streams. From what you found out, the guy had been sending nasty messages to a coworker who rejected him. Pathetic in your case. But you can feel that itchy feeling creeping up under your skin. You’ll have to kill again soon. It’s like a drug and it makes you feel powerful in a way. From people seeing you as some dainty girl back in the day, nothing more than something to be used for bearing kids and eye candy to look at, to feeling like a man after treatment, meds, and eye-opening articles; along with blogs talking about their own experiences, you feel like you can actually feel and do the things you felt you deserved to do. The people who looked down on you or disowned you disappeared in just a blink. All you needed was time away to find yourself, who you truly are, before returning and dealing out the same amount of pain to them they forced you to go through for so many years.

You snap the notebook closed, rubbing at the face under your mask. All this thinking about how your body is, alongside was, is giving you a headache. It doesn’t help that you have more than just that man as the next victim either. You’re not sure who to choose just yet. Or, well, you do. However, all the constant thinking, together with your inner voice reminding you of all the transphobia you’ve faced thus far, is killing your mood. A snort leaves you. Killing your mood. You’re truly a riot with your own jokes.

You grab the flip phone closest to you, flicking it open. It’s a burner you picked up a bit ago. There were plenty of others but the satisfaction of snapping the phone shut after a call is enough for you to keep it around. You look at Edward’s stream; he’s still going. You give a sharp grin under your scream mask before dialling his number.

You can hear it ring from the stream. Seeing him go silent immediately is satisfying. He looks like a mouse again; a confused one at that. He starts up his rant again, seemingly going to ignore it. Narrowing your eyes, you end the call before texting him. The ding he gets is ignored. Another ding. Another. Another. His hands are shaking, eyes wide and crazed. Finally, you type in chat.

> Hello, Mouse.

The chat, usually fast, stops for a moment. They seem to notice something is off.

> Will you answer your phone?

> I’m calling.

> I’m texting you, Mouse.

People in the chat start to type, sending in a multitude of messages. Some are asking Edward if he knows you. Others are asking if you know him. You don’t answer them at all.

> Answer. I won’t stop calling.

He looks mad, grabbing his computer. “Who do you think you are? You know nothing! You’ve said nothing until now! You’re just someone trying to bring me down aren’t you?! You’re trying to destroy everything I’ve been working for to help Gotham!”

> Answer the phone, Eddie.

Everything stops. It’s like the entire chat froze as well as Edward. You know no one has any idea what his name is. The fact that you know it and suddenly type it with no hesitation only shows you know more than does. With shaking hands, he lets go of the computer and sits back in his chair. “I’m sorry everyone… But it looks like we have a leak. I’ll be making sure to get rid of the mole and that they are dealt with accordingly. I’ll host another stream next week after all of this is fixed.” His voice is eerily blank, almost like he’s bored or in shock. With those final words, the entire stream ends. You sit for a moment before calling him once more. Edwards finally picks up this time.

“Oh, Eddie… Did you really have to take that long?” The voice changer in your mask disguises your voice. From what you’ve been told by many victims before, you sound like a very attractive young man.

“Who are you?” His question, asked in a cold way, makes you hum.

“Ghostface. What about you, Eddie? Are you Edward Nashton? The Riddler? Who are you?” His breathing has changed; he’s panicked. You’ve heard that type of breathing so much that you don’t do much beside coo at him. “Don’t worry, Dear Eddie. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to destroy all that you’ve been working on. After all, you’ve changed your schedule to fit this odd thing now…” You sigh, leaning forwards in your chair. You prop your masked head on your gloved hand. “After all, you spent so much time and resources on it. It’s honestly been the most interesting thing I’ve seen in years.”

“Why are you calling, Ghostface?” He asks, wanting to get this call over with. You don’t want that though. You like how he sounds in your ear. You like how you can make his breathing change with just a few words.

“What’s Your Favourite Scary Movie, Eddie?” The teasing way you say it only adds character, or that’s what you tell yourself. You want Eddie to like you. You want him to obsess over you as he does Batman. You want him.

“I’m not playing your games!” He’s stressed, practically about to cry from the frustration. You’ve ruined his stream, teased him over the phone, and called him Eddie in front of people who don’t know his name. In his eyes, you’re out to destroy him.

“Eddie…” You feel slightly bad. You really do want him to like you and this is the only thing you had thought of. It’s clearly not working. “I like you, Eddie. You’re doing what others can’t or won’t… How about a deal?” The idea of a deal to possibly end this talk seems to get to him.

“What’s the deal, then? Or are you going to keep talking to me in circles and messing with me?”

“I wasn’t trying to mess with you. As I said before. I like you. You’re the only person who went from a possible victim to something else entirely… You should be proud! No one has ever gotten that far! Usually, I’d be in their home by now, hiding and waiting for the right moment to strike…” As you talk, it seems he’s intently listening to you with genuine intrigue. “The fighting is always hard but so, so fun. And the moment my knife meets their flesh and blood spills? It’s beautiful.” You let out a sigh, one could almost call it dreamy with how you talk about your deadly hobby. “The screams are a bit much, not going to lie there, Eddie. They’re so loud.. But the moment the life is gone from those shitbags, I can make them oh so pretty.” You’re out of your chair, pacing around your apartment. Your combat boots are heavy against the wooden floors of your home. One of your hands moves as you ramble, giving more passion despite the other man unable to see it. “A few more cuts, maybe some mutilation, a bit of stabbing.. Then I have to set them up how I want and take a few selfies. The selfies are always fun… I can send you a few if you’d like. They always turn out great, I make sure of it.”

The silence on the other end snaps you out of whatever state you had been in when talking about your hobby. You don’t hear anything, not even Edward’s breathing. Your hidden lips pull into a frown. Here you are, pouring your heart out and he’s said nothing! No congratulations. No good job. Nothing. The squeaking of your gloves is heard as you tighten your grip on the burner.

“How does this help me? How are you going to help me with some pictures of your pinned-up dead bodies?” You grit your teeth, hating this call more and more.

“I’m saying that I can be your blade, dammit! You can sit in your messy lil’ apartment, talking, coding, streaming! I’ll hunt down whoever you want! I’ll mutilate them! I’ll leave clues or riddles, I don’t care!” You’re yelling into the receiver, finally tired of listening to the man’s complaining. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm yourself. “I do all the killing and you continue doing whatever it is your doing.”

“But what are you looking for? What do you get out of it?” A hum leaves you, letting all that rage go. A nasty smirk crawls over your features.

“I get to watch you work… I love seeing you put your pretty lil’ head to use after all, Baby.” You practically purr, the distorted warmth filling you. It’s unhealthy how much you like him paired with how much you want him to like you. Unhealthy or not, you don’t care. If he can have unhealthy views and plans, so can you.

You hear the end of his line go dead, having hung up on you. You give a mocking put from behind the scream mask. Quickly, you let your thumb fly over the numbers. You snap the phone closed, happy to see that this is the start of something very exciting.

> Can’t wait to work with you, Sweetheart ;))

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daydreaming abt historical fantasy au..... hcs under cut bc it will be a lot of text although a lot of it is based off canon

ok so maybe not the most creative idea but kurumi comes from a bloodline of witches except their family hasnt had powers manifest for many generations and the most is that they keep their young looks

however kusuo is the only one with powers and it seems that whatever powers previous generations could have gotten has been passed down to him instead (basically he has every power he has in canon)

also kusuo has powers bc hes transmasc lol

in this au there r mages who can control basic elements (fire water earth air wtv) and kusuo disguises himself as one of them bc witches aren't accepted in society

his work requires him to meet many ppl and some of these people get unusually attached to him and they continue interacting with him even though he doesn't say a word back to them

kusuo claims that he has nothing to do with them and they are a pain but somehow finds himself doing whatever he can to make them safe and happy

kuusuke doesnt have any powers but hes extremely smart and became an alchemist after graduating from a fancy school thing (i swear i know the right term but not now how embarrassing)

he spent his whole life trying to limit kusuo's powers and eventually remove them completely (same as canon haha)

he also wants to remove powers from other witches and mages while hes at it teehee (cute girl sticking tongue out image here)

btw he does a lot of experiments and some of them r not very ethical but dont worry about it lol

their grandma (i forgot her name srry :(( ) owns a famous boutique, kurumi works there too

moving on to other characters i was thinking saiko family is a royal family althogh they arent liked by the public bc of their attitude honestly if metori became the king the country is doomed

but that is if he didnt have the power of friendship

metori is the crown prince of the country and nendou is his knight

what?!??!

yes u read that right

nendou became a knight bc of his almost inhumane strength

almost got fired multiple times but hairo, another knight with the best reputation possible helps nendou keep his job

also a very kind person he will drop whatever hes doing to help ppl when they need it

he likes playing with children (fails many times bc his face is scary he is sad) and buying things from them even though he doesnt need wtv tjey r selling

one day nendou invites metori to meet his friends (almost got fired for the nth time. hairo is crying. keep up the good work.) and miraculously metori says yes since he has nothing to do and is somewhat curious about how peasants spend their time

somehow his friends are: kusuo, a mage who is just average but has genius alchemist brother

kaidou who is just some guy who really wants to be both a mage and knight at the same time but cant do both

and aren who came from a mercenary background but decided to become a knight instead and is quickly climbing the ranks

metori is very impressed with these people (except kaidou 💀💀) but it didnt last long when all of them act so god damn weird

they met at a bar, saiki brought a box of dessert from a cafe to eat, kaidou is sitting at a corner muttering something about having a hidden power and that he can destroy the bar rn if he wanted to and aren is normal but sometimes he says something scary every now and then

anyways they definitely hated metori but they warmed up to him after a few times meeting and they get to enjoy rich ppl luxuries

a few months later metori wakes up in the middle of the night in cold sweat when he realises that he is friends with those peasants and that he enjoys spending time with them

congratulations now u have the powers of friendship and character development

ok next teruhashi family is a high ranking noble family

maybe teruhashi family being low ranking nobles who r gaining a lot of popularity would be good too

metori is the crown prince and is constantly sending marriage offers to kokomi but makoto burns every single marriage offer letter from anyone (the only time kokomi is grateful to him)

kokomi and makoto r the most beautiful ppl in the country or perhaps the whole world and the kokomi objectification by men is even worse in this au so shes kinda fucked up inside

but dont worry !!! she does have awareness that she is going insane and makes sure to have some self care hobbies

which is sneaking out and interacting with people she wears a disguise that covers up her beauty so that when she interacts with ppl they respond back like shes just a person and this is important to her because it reminds her that life is not just get married have children and die

interaction with ppl as in just buying random things from whatever store she sees (she has 0 social skills if it isnt acting)

it gets even better for her when she comes across chiyo who is a low ranking noble whos title was bought instead of earned

when they first meet, chiyo deduces that kokomi is a noble from the way she talks and carries herself but doesnt know which family (it doesnt matter to her shes just excited to meet a new friend)

their first meeting is quite awkward bc neither of them know what to talk abt so they just sat together on a bench in silence for a few minutes

well its not that bad in the end bc chiyo decided they can go shopping or eat at cute cafes

kokomi started to get irritated (she was actually anxious bc she has never been treated as a friend before she just doesnt know) so she told chiyo her identity to see if chiyo will start worshipping her

chiyo needed a while to process but shes extra happy bc kokomi revealed her identity and chiyo took it that she wanted to be friends

she also starts talking about herself more and asking kokomi questions

this stuns kokomi as this is the first time someone was genuinely interested in her as a person

unfortunately she feels overwhelmed and goes home to rest (the whole time with chiyo just replays in her head constantly)

anyways they continue meeting outside and eventually go to gatherings and tea parties together

many ppl gossip abt chiyo not being enough for kokomi and when kokomi heard it the first time in public she broke her perfect lady act without thinking to defend chiyo (she almost started beating up ppl but she controlled herself so everythings fine :3)

i think i like kokomi x chiyo a lot do they have a ship name??

queer platonic kokomi x chiyo.....

wow this post is damn long

i actually just wanted to daydream of what kind of witch outfit kusuo would look good in

also im not sure abt kaidou in this au.... definitely a delusional person tho

maybe hes quite smart academically but i just dont have a clear direction of his role in this au

i will be surprised if anyone read this much thank u for reading my brain vomit

if u can tell i dont have much knowledge on historical settings lololol

i havent thought abt other characters much but aiura is definitely a witch who can do fortune telling

maybe imu is the leader of an information guild

akechi is either working in imu's guild or hes a detective

#saiki k #tdlosk #saiki k historical fantasy au #saiki kusuo #teruhashi kokomi #shun kaidou #nendou riki #yumehara chiyo #saiko metori #saiki kuusuke #hairo kineshi #kuboyasu aren #wow this is long...#i might make another post like this once i have ideas for other characters #if u read everything pls feel free to add more ideas ill be so happy #mao talking

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