#sorry for complaining about marvel this morning

[mugglebornmarvelite]

Christmas Chaos

Paring: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Fem! Reader (Grumpy x Sunshine)

Summary: Your first Christmas with the team is one for the books. The excitement of unwrapping gifts turns into delightful chaos. 

Word Count: Roughly 1.1k 

Warnings: Fluff, Mild Violence (threats and roughhousing), Christmas themes, Bucky's red henley (totally deserves it's own warning)

Author’s Note: According to TikTik, tons of people didn't get what they wanted for Christmas; so here’s a little something I whipped up because I’ve been awake since 5 this morning and I have had three cups of coffee. I typed this on my phone, so if there are errors, I apologize. If you like this, you’re welcome and if you don’t, it wasn’t me :)

Divider by: @strangergraphics 

You wake up to muffled noises from downstairs. You bury your face in your pillow, before looking at your phone for the time. It is too early to be up on any regular day, but today was different. It's Christmas day! Christmas day with your favorite people. You slipped on your fluffy slippers and quietly padded downstairs, rubbing your eyes and yawning softly. 

“Merry Christmas!” you chirped to the team.  

Natasha smiled and raised her mug of coffee. 

Wanda smiled and handed you a cup of hot chocolate. 

Tony was busy arguing with Bruce over an instruction manual, and Steve and Sam argued over who had better gift-wrapping critiques. But as you scanned the room, you noticed. Bucky wasn’t there.  

“Where’s Bucky?” you asked with a small frown.  

“He’s upstairs,” Sam said casually. “Brooding, probably.”  

“I can go get him…” You offered, only to be cut off.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Steve gave you a small grin, ruffling your hair. “Trust us.”  

Wanda passed you your stocking, filled with goodies. The works of small trinkets, candy and chocolate coins.

You grinned as you and Peter dove into the chocolates.

Tony already started complaining about the sugar rush you both would get.

Then, Steve pointed to a large, festively wrapped box.  

“This one’s for you, kid.”  

Your eyes widened. The box was massive, and you crouched down to peel the wrapping paper off. 

“What in the world?” you murmured, pulling off layer after layer. With a puzzled look, you pried it open.  

“Bucky?!”  

The former Winter Soldier was sitting cross-legged in the box, arms tied with rope, a gag around his mouth, and a pretty red bow on his head. He wore a snug red henley and gray sweatpants, looking both murderous and utterly done with life.  

He looked divine, even tied up. Delicious. Marvelous. He could make greek gods envious.

“Merry Christmas, sunshine,” Steve and Sam chorused, howling with laughter.  

Your jaw dropped, and then a giggle bubbled out of you as you knelt by the box. “Oh my gosh, you two didn’t! Poor Bucky!”  

Bucky’s piercing glare snapped to Steve and Sam. He growled something unintelligible through the gag, making them laugh harder. Your cheeks flushed as you gently began untying the bow and ropes.  

“I’m so sorry they did this to you,” you said, smiling softly as you helped him out of the box.  

Bucky’s expression was a storm cloud, but when his sharp blue eyes landed on your sweet, genuine smile, his hardened features instantly softened. 

“Merry Christmas, sunshine,” he murmured, pulling you into a surprisingly gentle hug. The heat of his body and the smell of fresh pine and something distinctly him filled your senses.  

You melted into the embrace, pressing your face into his chest as your arms circled his waist and whispered, “Merry Christmas, Bucky.”  

The tender moment lasted five seconds. Maybe eight, but who’s counting?

Then, he pulled back and turned to Steve and Sam.  

“You two are dead,” he growled, rolling his shoulders.  

Steve and Sam’s laughter ceased as they quickly stood. “Now, Buck, let’s talk about this—”  

But Bucky was already moving towards them, cracking his knuckles menacingly.  

“We’re going to run,” Sam muttered, and the two bolted out of the room, Bucky hot on their heels, shouting threats about payback.  

Watching the chase unfold, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips. Natasha caught your eyes as she sipped her coffee.  

“Guess you’re his sunshine, huh?” she teased.  

You bit your lip, cheeks warm as you whispered, “Maybe.” 

Natasha smirked knowingly but didn’t push further. Instead, she was content to watch the chaos unfold as Bucky cornered Sam near the Christmas tree.  

“You think tying me up is funny?” Bucky growled, advancing with a predatory stride.  

“It wasn’t just me!” Sam yelped, using the tree as a barrier. “Steve came up with the idea!”  

Steve, who was inching toward the kitchen in a futile attempt to escape unnoticed, froze under Bucky’s glare.  

“Traitor,” he muttered under his breath, cursing Sam’s lack of discretion.  

“Traitor?” Bucky repeated, catching the word. “You both tied me up like a damn Christmas present and you’re calling him the traitor?”  

You stifled a laugh behind your hand, stepping closer. “Okay, okay, Bucky. Maybe don’t kill them? It is Christmas.”  

“Besides, we did it for her,” Sam pointed at you to soften the blow. “Right, sugarplum?”

“Do not call her sugarplum. Ever.” Bucky warned Sam.

“Bucky,” You called softly, looking up at him.

Bucky paused, looking back at you. 

His sharp glare softened into something almost dopey when he saw your pleading eyes and soft smile. 

With a sigh, he rolled his eyes and muttered, “Fine. They live. For now.”  

Sam exhaled audibly, his shoulders slumping in relief. “Thank you, sunshine!” he called to you, grinning.  

But Bucky turned sharply, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t push it.”  

Sam immediately zipped his mouth,

Steve, ever the brave one, chuckled and clapped Bucky on the shoulder as he passed. “Merry Christmas, old pal.”  

Bucky’s only response was a low grumble of curse before sitting on the couch. 

You disappeared into the kitchen and came back a few moments later, offering him a warm mug of hot cocoa in your hands.

“Here,” you said softly, “Hot cocoa. Consider it a peace offering on behalf of Steve and Sam.”  

Bucky eyed the mug for a moment, then you. He took it without a word, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a little jolt through you.  

“Thanks,” he muttered, taking a sip.  

You sat beside him, your own cocoa in hand, legs tucked beneath you as you leaned against the armrest. The room buzzed with holiday chatter and laughter, but your attention stayed on the super soldier beside you.  

“I hope they didn’t ruin your day,” you said after a moment, voice tinged with genuine concern.  

Bucky glanced at you, his lips quirking up in a faint smile. “Nah. Nothing can ruin my day when you are smiling at me like that, sunshine.”  

Your cheeks burned and you looked away.

Natasha, who had been observing the exchange from across the room, smirked and leaned over to Clint. “He’s whipped,” she whispered.  

Clint raised an eyebrow, glancing at you and Bucky before nodding. “Completely.”  

Bucky leaned back on the couch, sipping his cocoa and sneaking glances at you. Every now and then, his lips would tug into a soft smile. 

Without a word, he shifted, inching toward you on the couch. He casually draped his arm across the back of the couch, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

You eagerly took the opportunity to tuck yourself into Bucky’s side.

This time, leaving his cheeks burning.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Happy Holidays! Stay warm/cool wherever you're at.

Tell your loved ones that you love them.

And if nobody told you today, I love you <3

Much love x

- Maeve

[calkale]

another thing i absolutely despise about marvel is that it always has to be a team movie, one main character doesn't exist anymore. it always has to be a group of heroes in solo movies and everyone will constantly talk about how much they hope certain characters are in new movies instead of the TITLE CHARACTER, like please calm down they make 50 movies a year you'll get your turn let someone else have the spotlight PLEASE

[mrs-hatake]

Hi hi , I've been really wanting a fic with reader/mc having a smaller chest and her being insecure about it

Do you think the LADS men will care about her size or love her regardless?

Thanks!!

a/n: thank you for sending in a request, anon! i hope you enjoy the boys' reaction and i'm sorry for caleb's abrupt ending but it's midnight where i'm from and i'm very sleepy :(

Sylus:

“I’m not coming out!”

Sylus sighs heavily as he robs the spot between his eyes. As much as he loves Y/N, she is very stubborn. Usually, he tolerates such behavior and enjoys seeing her reactions when he teasers but today, he’s just so tired. 

They’ve been shopping all morning for the perfect dress for a dinner party they’re invited to this Friday night. Feet sore, head throbbing from the loud and obnoxious music playing and stomach rumbling with hunger, Sylus has half a mind to snatch Y/N and return home to the comfort of his dark and quiet home. Screw the party and the perfect dress. Y/N has a walk-in closet full of pretty dresses and outfits. A new one is completely unnecessary.

“Sweety,” Sylus sighs, “You’ve been in there for fifteen minutes. Either come out or we’re going home.” he tries to sound as gentle as he can to hide his frustrations but Sylus is at his limit.

At that moment, a sweet voice, one that is no doubt concealing a similar exhaustion Sylus is experiencing, asks from above, “May I help you with anything, sir?”

Looking up, Sylus meets the questioning gaze of a salesperson standing next to the leather chair he’s sitting on. The smile on her lips is tight but to an untrained eyes, it will come off as an easy going and friendly smile.

Wanting to end this torturous day, Sylus just points at the fitting room Y/N is in, “She won’t come out. 

The woman nods her head. The raging storm of determination radiating takes Sylus aback. He watches, marveled, as the woman knocks on the door and, somehow, manages to convince Y/N to step out. 

“I don’t like it.” Y/N pouts, using her arms to shield her chests. 

Sylus lifts his eyebrow. It’s rare for him to see Y/N acting so shy. Especially after being together for a long time.

“May I ask why?” The salesperson asks, eyes examining what Y/N is wearing.

Glancing between the woman and Sylus, Y/N reluctantly uncrosses her arms. “I hate…this.” she gestures at the top she’s wearing. 

“What’s wrong with it?”

Y/N frowns as she explains, “It’s something a woman with a…larger chest should wear. Not me.” she finishes her statement with a mutter towards the end.

Sylus’ thick line of his eyebrows jump in surprise. He has never heard Y/N be so insecure about herself before. Sure, she’ll complain about having a bad hair day or make a criticizing comment about some of her pictures but those are normal things. He has never seen her be so self conscious that she’s hiding her beauty. 

“That’s because you’re wearing a bigger size.” The salesperson calmly explains, “It needs to be smaller.”

“I can’t go any smaller, this is my size!” Sylus knows that Y/N didn’t mean to shriek but she tends to forget to control her tone of voice when she’s frustrated.

“I understand that, miss.” Calm as the sea, the woman further explains, “This top is meant to compliment a woman’s chest regardless of their size. That’s why you have to go two sizes smaller.”

Y/N stares at the woman with doubt. She bites her lower lip in contemplation before agreeing to the suggestion.

“There, that looks much better.” The salesperson states after Y/N changes into a smaller size.

And true to her words, the built in cups push her smaller chest upwards, making them look bigger and fuller. Y/N is glowing with delight as she pays for her top and maxi length skirt.

On their drive home, Sylus stays silent. 

It’s only when they’re home where Y/N is steaming her new clothes with a happy tune that Sylus’ asks, “Since when has this been an issue?”

Glancing at him, Y/N tilts her head. 

“Your chest.” Sylus clarifies. 

Shame washes over Y/N in waves as heat warms her cheeks in embarrassment, “I don’t know she shrugs.

“Y/N.”

Unable to avoid answering the question since Sylus used his deep and commanding voice as Onychinus’ leader, Y/N replies, “I just thought…you might not like them anymore.” Her voice grows quiet with each word.

“What?” Sylus gawks at her. For the third time that day, Y/N has taken her by surprise. He doesn’t have time to dwell on how he, as a crime lord, should always be alert. His brain is too focused on what Y/N has said. 

“Why would you think that?”

Again, Y/N shrugs. 

This time, Sylus doesn’t push her. He waits with the patience of a monk until she’s comfortable to speak. 

But when she says nothing, Sylus just sighs. 

He talks large but quiet steps to where Y/N is standing by the closet and gently turns her around to face him, “I’ve never stopped loving them.” he explains.

And Y/N wants to tell him that he doesn’t have to take pity on her, Sylus quickly adds, “I never cared about their size either. I always found them cute and you know how crazy I get when you wear those adorable knitted bralette.” 

“You’re just saying that.” Y/N mutters.

“Y/N,” Sylus cups her chin and tilts it upwards, “I meant. I love every inch of you. If you gain weight, I’d still love you. If you lose it, my heart will skip a beat at the sight of you. If you want to get bigger breasts, I’ll support you if that’s what makes you happy. You want to keep them the way they are, then I’ll continue loving you. It doesn’t matter what I want, all that matters is what you want and whatever makes you happy.”

With each word Sylus utters, Y/N’s eyes well up with tears. She blinks them away but a single tear manages to escape. Sylus quickly wipes it away.

“What if I don’t have any breasts?” Y/N asks, tone very serious.

“Wouldn’t bother me.” Sylus’ answer is firm, confident that his feelings wouldn’t change.

“What if I have four tits?” 

Sylus rolls his eyes, a laugh coming out as a huff, “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

Y/N beams at him. She leans on her tiptoes to peck his lips, “Thank you.” she whispers.

“I love you.” Sylus leans down and returns the kiss, “And I meant everything I said.”

Y/N nods and presses her head against his chest, sighing in contempt when Sylus hugs her.

Zayne:

Zayne likes that he has a routine; one that he follows to a T. His small circle of friends and his colleagues tease him about his eccentrics but Zayne pays them the mind. Just knowing how the day will play it puts his mind at ease. 

Zayne absolutely abhors when things don’t go his way. And even when he is known as a problem solver, he just loves predictability. Waking up every morning at four thirty sharp to lie in bed, processing his existence and then getting out of bed to work out for an hour is a routine he’s been following since high school. 

The baker at the bakery five blocks away from his hospital has memorized that Zayne always steps into her bakery at a quarter to seven to grab his usual breakfast; a turkey and egg with cheese croissant and a black coffee. He’s at work at exactly seven. Has his lunch at one in the afternoon and his home at six in the evening to continue on with his routine. 

So, when the time finally comes where he and Y/N start to date, he changes his routine. Zayne will be honest, the change was stress inducing but he managed to perform little changes. He still follows his weekend routine, however, it will be at Y/N’s apartment. They both have agreed since their relationship is only a few months old, it’s much too early to move in together. 

This is how we find Zayne having breakfast with Y/N on a lazy Saturday morning. He’s sipping his black coffee in one hand while his other is holding his sleek black tablet which projects a hologram version of the morning paper. 

“Do you know Dr. Ivannikov?” Y/N asks after Zayne places his coffee mug on the kitchen table.

Zayne doesn’t look away from the newspaper, “The plastic surgeon? Yeah I know him.” 

“Is he any good?”

Zayne shifts his gaze from his tablet to glance at his girlfriend, “Why?”

Known for his attention to detail, Zayne doesn't miss the minute way Y/N’s shoulders tense and how forced her causal tone is.

“No reason.”

Curious, Zayne puts away his tablet and pays his full attention to Y/N who is avoiding his questioning gaze.

Zayne stares. Intense and demanding for answers. Maybe it’s the jealousy of having another doctor brought up in the little haven or the fact Y/N is being secretive that has him frowning, unaware of how suffocating he’s being.

“I want to get breast implants.” The words pass through Y/N’s lips in a rushed whisper. Embarrassment dripping from every word. 

Zayne blinks as he tries to register what he heard. “I’m sorry?” he leans in closer, “I didn’t catch that.”

Y/N groans but she can’t escape Zayne’s hunger for curiosity.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs, still refusing to meet Zayne’s hazel green eyes. “I just don’t think they look nice. Every time I shop for clothes, they don’t compliment me at all. I want to buy those sexy lingerie but I’m too flat to show off anything. And…”

This time, she does meet Zayne’s gaze as she continues, “I’m worried you don’t find me all that attractive.”

Now that Zayne thinks about it, Y/N’s confession does explain why their most intimate moments were always done in the dark. He assumed that it’s because Y/N is shy and embarrassed but now he knows better.

“I can call him right now if you want and have the surgery for tomorrow.” Zayne states. As he leans back into his chair, he doesn’t miss the dejection shadowing Y/N’s beautiful face.

“But I’ll only do it if you really want this. I am a little hurt that you think of me as a shallow person and that you’d rather go through extreme measures than expressing your concerns with me but since it’s your body then it’s your choice to do whatever you want with it.” He finishes by crossing his arms across his chest.

Hearing all of that is like eating a bowl of needles; harsh and difficult to swallow. Y/N knows that Zayne is being logical but she thought he’d wax poems about her beauty. 

“What do you think, Zayne?” Y/N asks, heart beating in her ears in expectancy. 

“I think,” Zayne interlocks his fingers and rests his chin on them, “That you’re perfect the way you are.”

Y/N hears Zayne clear as crystal but she doesn’t process what he said, “What?”

“I don’t think the implants are necessary and I love how you appear. As I said earlier, however, if that’s what You want then I’m not going to stop you.” Zayne simply shrugs.

A volcano erupts in Y/N’s tummy and fills it up with millions of fluttering butterflies. She pushes her chair back and walks to where is sitting across from her. She invites herself on his lap and wraps her arms around his shoulders.

“I love you.” She kisses the tip of his nose, “Thank you for being honest.”

Zayne smiles at her. He brushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I love you too.”

Caleb:

It’s very rare for Y/N and Caleb to have a week off from work at the same time. Especially with how hectic their work is getting. Mountains of reports, long missions and sleepy nights. They’re at their wits end.

That’s why, when their schedule for July was released, they’re ecstatic to learn that they’ll be on break together. So they decided to take advantage of the heat and rent a vacation home at the beach located an hour away from Linkon.

“Hurry up! We’re gonna be late!” Caleb shouts at the bottom of the stairs as he glances at his wrist watches, “All the good spots will be gone.”

He and Y/N should’ve left the beach house ten minutes ago but Y/N is running late. Which is odd because Y/N is punctual and would rather eat chalk than be late to anything. 

Fed up with waiting, Caleb takes to the stairs by twos.

“I’m coming in!” He announces before opening Y/N’s bedroom door. 

He finds her standing in front of the full length mirror; hands on her hips as she twists and turns while examining her reflection. 

“Does this look weird?” Y/N asks while pointing at her pastel green halter top. 

Caleb’s ears are pretty pink when Y/N stands closer to him, as if the shorter distance will help him with his assessment. 

“I think they’re–it’s cute!”

Y/N groans, loud and unladylike. Her eyes roll as she clicks her tongue. “I don’t want you to think they’re cute, you should think they’re sexy!”

Wait. 

“What?” 

Caleb’s breath catches in his throat as the words are registered in his brain. “What?”

Again, Y/N rolls her eyes. “My tits. They should be hot. Not cute.” She explains as if she’s talking to someone is intellectually challenging. 

“Oh.”

Y/N sighs. 

“Just forget it.” Y/N turns to change into a tankini to save herself from the embarrassment but a tight grip holds her in place.

“They’re hot. You’re hot.” Caleb’s bounces between Y/N’s chest and her eyes, ears still pink but they’re much brighter than before.

“Now you’re just pitying me.” Y/N crosses her arms, a sour taste on her tongue at the thought of Caleb singing empty praises.

“No, I mean it! You’ve always been and I’ve always found you attractive.”

Y/N doesn’t trust Caleb’s confession despite how truthful and genuine it sounds.

“Really?” She quirks an eyebrow.

“Yes!” Caleb nods frantically. “Do you know how hard it is to fight off those filthy mutts drooling all over you?”

Heart hammering in her chest, Y/N lowers her arms, suddenly feeling shy. “You do that?”

“Yes!” Caleb doesn’t screech but it’s pretty close. “You’re smoking hot and it’s a fight to the death type of situation and I’ll be damned if I don’t come out victorious.”

It’s intense and all too much but his confession makes Y/N’s thoughts fuzzy. Warmth bubbles in her tummy and goosebumps prickle her skin as Caleb continues complimenting her.

“We don’t have to go swimming.” Y/N interrupts Caleb who is retelling an incident where he punched a guy for making a crewed comment about you. 

“What, why not?” He gasps because Y/N has been begging to go to the beach.

“Because we have a lot of things to talk about.” Y/N then shyly smiles at him, “Like when did you start liking me and how long I’ve been liking you.”

[paulyenvol6]

Bound by Flame (Chapter 13)

Contains: Fluff, anxiety, crying

Wordcount: ~2.76k

Masterlist of this story

The next day Daemon had to attend a council meeting early in the morning and Maera found it to be a good sign. Maybe her father would give all of this a chance after all.

She was still a little whiny after last night's escalation but her husband had given her a goodbye-kiss and told her that he loved her and so Maera planned not to think about it any longer.

For breakfast she ate some bread and fruit in her chambers and was delighted to have her sepa Julvra join her. It was marvelous to catch up with her and in this moment Maera realized how stupid she was as a child to not understand what a wonderful and kind person she was. How often had she complained about taking her lessons and made the septa's life hell though she only ever wanted the best for her.

It was an interesting and fun breakfast as they spoke about her son Baelon, motherhood and every significant event that had happened in both their lives the past year and then Julvra excused herself explaining that "the library doesn't clean itself out".

Maera joyfully smiled to herself until her cheeks hurt and felt so at peace that she wished to run to Daemon at once and thank him for making them move back to king's landing. Here she had her father, her septa, her brother (once he would return from his tour) and the castle she had grown up in. What more could she want?

The girl whistled a melody while tidying up her room and was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't hear the knocking at first. Once she did she swiftly turned around to look at the door. It wasn't Daemon as he surely wouldn't knock, Maera thought.

"Come!" she eventually shouted and the seconds later the door opened. It was Harwin Strong standing in the corridor and her heart sank in her legs only that unlike yesterday it was from feeling frightened.

"W-What are you doing here?" she asked and hurried towards him.

"I'm here to take you on the walk through the gardens that we talked about."

No, no, no. This was bad. Very bad. Daemon would return to their chambers any minute and if he caught her with him again… She didn't even want to think about it. He had to leave as quickly as possible.

"I-I can't, I'm sorry, please, you have to leave," she stammered, pushing him out of the room lightly, her usual good manners notwithstanding.

Ser Harwin looked confused but Maera didn't pay attention to it right now. All she could think about was Daemon's look the other night, his clenched fists, his face drawn with fury and not a spark of softness or mercy in his cold eyes. He couldn't witness this, not again. He couldn't see him here. Maera was so scared of the thought that her eyes started to fill with tears and she nervously and desperately stared up to Harwin who furrowed his forehead. Then reached out to take her hand but she immediately pulled away.

"Little princess, what is it? Did something happen? Have I done something to offend you?"

He couldn't call her that name, gods what should she do now?

"Please, ser. Please, you have to leave at once. I-I can't – "

The knight examined her worriedly and to her regret made no move to step back.

"Maera. Please talk to me! What are you so upset about?"

Maera anxiously looked around for Daemon and then pleadingly glared up to Harwin.

"You have to go. M-My husband… He doesn't want me t-to… spend time with you. Please, I can't talk to you any longer."

Maera watched his face harden under her lashes and then he made another step towards her which was exactly what she hadn't wanted to happen.

"What? You must be jesting."

She shook her head and took a step back to bring more distance between them. Her heart was beating fast and she wished that Harwin would just go now. Daemon would come back soon and he just had to be gone by then.

"Please Harwin," she begged. "He doesn't allow it and he will be mad if I spend more time with you. Please, he won't like seeing me speak to you."

She had expected him to finally understand and follow her pleas but she couldn't have been more off. Instead Harwin straightened up and looked rather angry.

"I can't believe this! It is not his place to forbid you to whom you may speak! I merely wanted to take you on a stroll." He scoffed. "But what was I to expect from the rogue prince?"

Maera exhaled loudly, praying to all the gods that something had come up in her husband's schedule and he wouldn't come back until the noon but then suddenly she heard fast steps and then Daemon Targaryen turned around a corner.

'Fuck,' she thought and wished she could be swallowed by the ground beneath her. This was terrible and Maera absolutely didn't want to get punished again like the day before.

Once Daemon noticed the man by the door his eyes narrowed and his body tensed. With steps so slow that it almost looked scary and dangerous he approached the two of them and Maera instantly dropped her gaze and anxiously entangled her fingers. Daemon on the other hand straightened up before Ser Harwin who seemed furious himself.

"There he is then. We were just talking about you and your improper behaviour. You do know that she is the princess and I believe that a princess is allowed to spend her time the way she wishes to."

Daemon took a step forward and for a moment a trace of fear was visible on the knight's face.

"She is my wife. And I can do as I see fit with my wife."

His voice sounded so incredibly quiet and threatening that it made Maera shiver.

"Your wife should be allowed to go on a stroll with an old friend of hers. And she should be allowed to see whoever it is she wants to."

Daemon flared his nostrils. "You, my dear friend should keep yourself out of other people's businesses. I'm telling you right now, you will never approach my wife ever again. You will never ask her anything, never deliver her any messages or accompany her anywhere."

Harwin scoffed and Maera just wished he would take her husband seriously. For his own sake.

"With all due respect, my prince, this is insane. I'm a knight, sworn to the Targaryen family. I am meant to protect the princess."

"Oh so it is protection that you offer. You were just talking about being an old friend of hers. Which one is it now?"

Daemon watched him provocatively.

"This is absolutely ridiculous," Harwin shouted sounding more furiously now. "Maera can go on a fucking walk without getting your permission. I will take her now."

Daemon came even closer to him now and slightly towered him.

"Oh but she needs my permission. Because she is my wife and therefore has to obey me. And if I forbid her to talk to you, which I did, she will be a good girl and follow my instructions. And you have to come to terms with it as well. Because it is in my fucking hands to decide. And I decide that you will not take her now," he hissed and Harwin finally seemed to understand the gravity of the situation.

He grinded his teeth and seemingly wished to murder Daemon with his gaze but then took another step back.

"This is sick," he spitted but turned around. "You're flying closer to the gods than to men. Forbidding the princess to see her old friends who merely intended to check on her…," he growled but finally walked away.

Once he was out of sight Maera finally slowly lifted her gaze and nervously looked up to her husband. His eyes were still spitting fire and his mouth was stiff. Without saying a word Daemon entered the chambers and closed the door behind him. His niece was feeling so desperate and helpless that she ran towards him at once and pleadingly looked him in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I… I didn't mean to, I was telling him to leave. Please uncle, I swear this to you, I didn't want him here. I pushed him away and refused to go on that stroll with him, please, believe me."

She tightly grabbed his hand, trying anything to make him trust her. Maera was scared what he would do now. He had been so angry last night and now he had just seen her speak to the very same man again. What if he would punish her again, spank her or force his cock down her throat?

She would've expected him to remove her hands. Or push her away. Or even slap her. But no, he didn't.

Instead to her surprise Daemon ran his thumb over the skin of her hands and his eyes even slightly softened up.

"Come here."

Maera almost couldn't believe it when her uncle pulled her body to his chest and gently pressed her against it. His arms protectively enveloped her and he started to caress the back of her head slowly.

"I'm so proud of you, my sweet girl," he murmured while kissing her temple. "You did so well and obeyed me so wonderfully."

Feeling so incredibly relieved, Maera cried out and her hands tugged at his shirt as if she tried to show him her gratitude that way. Daemon chuckled inaudibly and his niece could feel the vibrations going through her whole body.

"Don't cry, sweetling. There's no reason to cry. I'm not angry at you. At Ser Harwin…? Yes. But not you, little one."

He kissed her hair lovingly and then proudly looked down at her. "I know that you pushed him away and tried to make him leave and that's why I'm really pleased with you. You listened to me and you were compliant."

Maera really wanted to see his face now so she heaved her head that had leaned against his chest to search for his eyes.

"I-I want to be good."

Her uncle caressed her cheek. "I know you do."

"I love you, Daemon."

She placed her hands on his chest and stood on her tiptoes in order to reach his lips. Then she attempted to kiss the prince but he tilted his head a little so Maera let out a disapproving moan.

"Please…," she whispered and Daemon observed her amused.

After waiting a few more seconds he finally took her face in both of his hands and pressed his lips on hers.

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In the afternoon Maera had yet another opportunity to rejoice.

The ships with their staff finally arrived and therefore she was reunited with her son again. She and her husband waited at the bay to welcome the passengers and when Maera spotted Baelon in Lylith's arms she let out a high-pitched squeak and couldn't help herself and ran towards the wet nurse.

"My babyboy!" she called out and took her son from Lylith's arms to cradle him while pressing countless kisses on his head.

"My sweet sweet boy… How are you, my love?"

Of course she didn't expect an answer from the babe but Maera spent some time sweet-talking to her son until she gave him to Daemon who proudly held him.

"Someone's getting stronger every day, mhm?"

Soon her father actually also made his way down to the bay and this gesture alone warmed Maera's heart. With a wide smile she presented her son to her father and seeing how his eyes fluttered she felt hopeful.

"Father, I want you to meet Baelon."

Viserys took the babe from his mother's arms and carefully placed him in his own. When the corner of his mouth slightly lifted a weight dropped off Maera's heart.

"Baelon…," he mumbled and almost held the babe as if he was made out of glass.

"He's strong," he then stated and Maera had to laugh. "Yeah. He is."

She watched her father for a while who seemed utterly stunned with getting to know his grandson and then he returned the babe to Maera with glossy eyes.

"He's mesmerizing," Viserys said, his voice barely more than a breath.

She felt her eyes wettening as well and then the group of people started to make their way back to the castle. For the first time since their arrival Maera found that her father actually seemed at peace and fully relaxed. There was a softness to him that didn't even vanish when he found himself next to his brother. That was why Maera finally started to see some hope for a healthy relationship between her husband and father.

Viserys had more time to get to know his grandson during the afternoon tea where the whole family sat in the gardens while Baelon rested on the king's lap. Maera hadn't seen her father that playful and childish in years and it made her feel a warmth in her belly. Viserys cradled the babe and made faces to make him laugh while his daughter and Daemon exchanged an amused glance.

But soon Baelon seemingly got tired because he started to cry so a wet nurse was called to bring the child to Maera's chambers. That left the king with nothing to do but to shift his attention to the remaining two members of his family and he let his eyes wander between them. To Maera's relief her father still seemed quite relaxed and crossed his legs while exhaling.

"He is indeed a beautiful boy. Does he have a dragon egg?"

Daemon nodded. "It hasn't hatched yet but it hopefully will soon."

"Good."

Viserys lowered his gaze and for a moment everyone went about their own thoughts until the king cleared his throat again.

"Aegon will be back soon. He is in Duskendale at the moment. It will only take him a maximum of three days."

These news truly excited his daughter and he squeezed his hand while smiling.

"That's wonderful to hear. Do you know if he has been successful?"

"I doubt it. At least none of the ravens that he sent mentioned any woman." He sighed. "He is a helpless case… Everyone bores him and I think if he had the choice he would stay locked in the library all day. That's not the behaviour of a future king…"

It almost sounded as if Viserys was mumbling the words to himself and he thoughtfully looked in the sky.

"Your grandfather, daughter, was seriously worried about my development as a child. And don't even get me started on your grandmother."

Viserys glanced at his brother and chuckled quietly.

"She thought that Daemon was the one who should wear the crown. I was too quiet, too slow and not ambitious enough. I don't think a day passed when she didn't wish it was Daemon who was her first born son."

"Your exaggerating, brother," Daemon scoffed but Viserys shook his head laughing.

"No, no. I heard it out of her mouth countless times. But I'm not mad about it, truly not. She had a favourite son and at least she didn't try to hide it. That way I never had to rack my brains over it."

Viserys took a sip of his wine and then leaned back in his chair.

"But now I want to learn more about your time… gone."

There was a short uncomfortable pause where Daemon and Maera exchanged a brief look and the king lifted his eyebrows.

"You haven't told me about the whole of it yet. How was your pregnancy, my daughter? What did you do on dragonstone all these weeks and months?"

His daughter sighed and straightened up in her chair.

"The pregnancy went very well. The last weeks were hard because I could barely leave my chambers and my back hurt terribly but…" She smiled at her husband.

"Daemon helped me and kept me compayn whenever he was able to."

The rogue prince returned the smile and rested his hand on top of hers.

"She was truly incredible," he said quietly.

Viserys watched the interaction with an unreadable look on his face but then collected himself.

"I'm glad everything went well. Really glad."

"Thank you father," Maera answered.

She couldn't wipe this stupid smiled off her face the whole afternoon. Were things finally going well for once in her life?

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Waste The Night

Painting!Gojo x Painter!reader x Painting!Geto

Summary: In a haunting twist of fate, your tragic painting suddenly springs to life, its sorrowful characters and somber scenes manifesting before your eyes.

Tw: slight possessive

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In the midst of your peaceful slumber, you were unaware of the world around you, lost in the blissful embrace of sleep. Your hair was tousled, and a soft snore escaped your lips, accompanied by a small drool that trickled down your chin.

Suddenly, a persistent poking on your cheek disturbed your rest, prompting a furrowed brow of annoyance.

"Y/n...? Wakey wakey..." Satoru's voice called out, but you remained oblivious, turning away from him and inadvertently facing Suguru, who was sharing the bed with you both.

Unbeknownst to you, your drool had become an unwelcome intruder in Suguru's personal space. "Ugh... your drool's wetting my hair!" he complained, his voice laced with disgust.

Startled awake by his words, you blinked groggily, finally registering the presence of both Satoru and Suguru beside you. With a flush of embarrassment, you quickly wiped away the drool, realizing that you had forgotten about the previous night's arrangement to share the bed.

"Sorry about that, Suguru," you mumbled sheepishly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement at the unexpected wake-up call.

In the soft glow of the early morning, the clock displayed 7 am, much earlier than your usual waking hour. You blinked away the remnants of sleep, trying to make sense of the voices that had stirred you from your sleep.

"I woke you up because I wanted to hear your voice before I'm gone" Satoru's voice broke through the quietude

"You're not dead, Satoru. We can come back tonight," Suguru's response was sharp, his irritation evident.

Satoru's smirk only grew wider at Suguru's retort.

"Oh? 'We'?" he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Of course. It's not like I want to. When you leave, the paint will pull me out too," Suguru's reply.

"Yeah, you're not even trying to stop me," Satoru remarked, his tone light but pointed.

"Like you would listen?" Suguru shot back, a defiant glint in his eyes.

"Like you ever listen?" Satoru shot back again.

As you observed the exchange, it dawned on you—the truth of their existence. Suguru and Satoru were paintings, but they had the uncanny ability to become real, if only for a while. The thought brought a mix of wonder and intrigue to your mind.

Ah... what a noisy morning

You thought to yourself, marveling at the extraordinary companionship you shared with these painted beings who had become so much more.

As the ringtone shattered the morning calm, you hurriedly scrambled out of bed to answer your phone, leaving Suguru and Satoru staring after you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. With trembling fingers, you answered the call, your voice betraying your grogginess.

"H-hello?"

"Y/n? Did you just wake up? It's 7 am. You should wake up earlier. Don't forget you need to finish the painting! I don't want to know how, but you must finish it by tomorrow." your manager's voice crackled through the line, a sense of urgency palpable in his tone.

"A-ah.. yeah.. it's done," you stammered, trying to sound confident despite the unease creeping into your voice.

"Really? Send me the picture, now." his demand was firm, leaving no room for argument.

You glanced nervously at Suguru and Satoru, feeling their gaze boring into you with an unsettling intensity. The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt tense, as if something unspoken hung between you all, thick and suffocating.

"I... I will send it tonight... it's almost finished... just a little bit more," you replied hastily, eager to end the call and escape the weight of their stares.

"Tch, fine. I'll call you later, don't forget to send it if you still want this job." your manager huffed before abruptly hanging up.

As you lowered the phone, a sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach. Something was off, and you couldn't shake the feeling that Suguru and Satoru knew more than they let on.

"Who's that?"

As Satoru reached for your phone, his sudden movement caught you off guard, causing you to startle.

"E-eh? My manager," you stammered, attempting to retrieve your phone, but Satoru's firm grasp prevented you from doing so. With a gentle but insistent motion, he placed it in the drawer nearby, his actions making your heart race.

"Why is he talking to you like that?" Satoru's voice was gentle, yet there was a subtle edge to it, as if he sensed something amiss.

You struggled to find an explanation, your mind racing to justify the situation.

"Well... he's just, you know, that's just how he is. I mean, it's my fault. I should have finished up earlier" you replied, the words tumbling out hastily in an attempt to ease the tension.

Meanwhile, Suguru remained silent, his grip on his yukata tightening as he struggled to contain his emotions. Finally, he spoke up .

"Did he know you broke the brush?"

"N-no, I'm scared he—" you began, but Suguru cut you off with a firm insistence.

"That he what?" he urged, his words sending another wave of apprehension through you.

Your body trembled slightly as uncertainty gnawed at your insides.

What was happening? Why were they acting so strangely all of a sudden?

"Are you guys alright?" you asked, a note of concern creeping into your voice as you looked between them for answers.

They didn't answer, instead, Satoru's grip on your hand tightened, their silence speaking volumes.

"Is he bothering you, Y/n?" Satoru's voice held a protective edge.

"What? No! He's my manager..." you trailed off, the unease in the room becoming palpable as you struggled to make sense of their unusual behavior.

As Suguru pushed his hair back and deftly tied it into a bun, he strode purposefully towards you, his presence commanding attention.

"Aren't you supposed to make breakfast?" he inquired, his tone matter-of-fact but tinged with a hint of urgency.

"Oh! You're right!" you exclaimed, a sudden realization dawning upon you. With a hurried nod, you dashed downstairs to the kitchen, leaving Satoru and Suguru behind in your room.

Suguru walked forward Satoru. His face right infront of him.

"Calm down, Satoru. You're a grown man," Suguru's voice cut through the tension, his words carrying a soothing undertone.

"Do you feel it too, Suguru?" Satoru's voice turned cold, the edges of his words sharp.

For a moment, Suguru remained silent, his expression unreadable. Then, with a decisive nod, he walked towards the door, his demeanor composed yet resolute.

"She's the one who created us, after all" Suguru's response hung heavy in the air, laden with implications that left Satoru unsettled.

As Suguru left the room, a sense of unease lingered, the weight of his words echoing in the silence.

What did it all mean? And what role did you play in their existence? The questions swirled in their mind.

As the three of you sat in silence, the tension in the air grew thicker, even Satoru, usually the chatterbox, remained uncharacteristically quiet. The awkwardness weighed heavily on you, making you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

"Hey... it's almost 8, don't you guys need to go back?" you interjected, breaking the suffocating silence.

Suguru was the first to stand, shooting a meaningful glance at Satoru, silently conveying the need to depart. Satoru followed suit, his movements slow and hesitant.

"Thank you... for the meal," Satoru murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You offered him a warm smile, appreciative of the fleeting moment of connection amidst the awkwardness. "You're wel—"

"Can I hug you? Before I leave," Satoru's request caught you off guard, but you couldn't help but chuckle at his earnestness.

"You were hugging me all night, Satoru... but yes, come here," you replied with a gentle laugh, opening your arms to him.

Satoru enveloped you in a tight embrace, his tall frame towering over you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply at your smell. The gesture was oddly intimate, yet comforting in its familiarity.

As Satoru reluctantly released you, Suguru remained silent, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned and made his way upstairs to your studio, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen.

Satoru gently took your hand, silently urging you to follow him back to your studio. As you entered the room, Suguru approached the painting with a sense of reverence, his fingers delicately tracing the lines of the canvas. Suddenly, a soft glow emanated from the paint, casting a mesmerizing light across the room.

You watched in awe as Suguru's entire being seemed to dissolve into the painting, disappearing into the vibrant colors and swirling textures.

Just as you marveled at Suguru's transformation, you felt Satoru's hand squeeze yours, his touch grounding you in the moment. With a silent understanding, he too stepped forward, his form merging with Suguru's within the painting.

As you watched them disappear into the vibrant world within the canvas, a sense of awe and excitement filled you.

"I'll see you guys again tonight"

Feeling adrift and unsure of what to do with your newfound freedom, you realized just how long it had been since you last ventured outside for a leisurely walk, spent time hanging out with friends, or even enjoyed a simple shopping trip.

With a sigh, you resolved to break free from the monotony of your routine. Taking a shower and getting dressed felt like a small step towards reclaiming a sense of normalcy in your life, a way to shake off the stagnation that had settled over you in Suguru and Satoru's absence.

As the warm water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of sleep and uncertainty, you felt a renewed sense of purpose begin to stir within you. Dressing in fresh clothes, you emerged from your home with a newfound determination, ready to seize the day and rediscover the simple joys that life had to offer.

Standing at the bus stop, you contemplated your options, the possibilities stretching out before you like an open road waiting to be explored. It was time to embrace the spontaneity of the moment, to step outside your comfort zone and embrace the unknown.

With a sense of anticipation building within you, you boarded the bus, the promise of adventure and discovery beckoning you forward. As the bus rumbled along its route, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside you, eager to see where the day would take you.

Where should i go? Mmhm..mall?

With a decisive nod, you made up your mind. The mall it was. As you boarded the bus, a sense of anticipation bubbled within you, eager to rediscover the simple joys of exploring new surroundings and immersing yourself in the hustle and bustle of city life.

Excitement bubbled up within you as you stepped into the bustling mall, the vibrant atmosphere filling you with a sense of exhilaration. With a skip in your step, you made a beeline for your favorite stores, the allure of shopping beckoning you irresistibly.

As you perused the racks and shelves, you couldn't help but feel a surge of indulgence wash over you. Maybe you were being a tad extravagant, but today was about treating yourself, about embracing the joy of spontaneity and indulging in the things that brought you happiness. After all, you reasoned, you deserved it.

With bags in hand and a satisfied smile on your face, you made your way to a cozy ramen restaurant for lunch. Sitting alone, you couldn't shake the twinge of loneliness that tugged at your heartstrings. But instead of dwelling on it, you decided to channel that longing into something positive. You ordered extra ramen to go, a gesture of kindness for Suguru and Satoru for their dinner, a way to include them in your day even in their absence.

After savoring every last slurp of your delicious meal, you resumed your leisurely stroll through the mall, your eyes lighting up as you passed a charming bakery shop. Unable to resist the temptation, you stepped inside and found yourself captivated by the array of cute and colorful cakes on display. Without hesitation, you selected a few to take home, the promise of sweet indulgence adding an extra spring to your step as you continued your shopping adventure.

As the clock struck 6 pm, signaling the end of your exhilarating day at the mall, you gathered your bags and made your way back to the bus stop, a contented smile gracing your lips. Despite the exhaustion weighing on your body and the slight soreness in your hands from carrying so many bags, you couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment wash over you.

Arriving home, you took a moment to bask in the quiet comfort of your surroundings before setting to work preparing dinner. The aroma of simmering broth filled the air as you lovingly plated the ramen, setting aside a portion for Suguru and Satoru, a silent invitation for them to join you in the warmth of your home.

With the ramen ready and waiting, you carefully stored the cakes in the fridge, saving them for later. As you settled onto the sofa, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light across the room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within you.

As you anxiously watched the clock, the minutes ticked by agonizingly slow. When it finally read 8:25, worry crept into your mind as you wondered why Suguru and Satoru hadn't returned yet. Just as your concern began to mount, the sound of aggressive footsteps caught your attention, and you turned to see Satoru rushing towards you with an infectious energy.

"Y/n!! I missed you!" he exclaimed, enveloping you in a tight hug from behind, his presence instantly dispelling any lingering unease.

Relief flooded through you as you returned his embrace, grateful for his sudden appearance. But as you glanced towards the stairs, you noticed Suguru descending slowly, his gaze fixed on you with a quiet intensity that spoke volumes.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Suguru settled beside you on the sofa, his presence a calming presence beside you.

"How was your day..." he began, his voice trailing off as he waited for your response, his eyes searching yours for any hint of emotion.

The unexpected question from Suguru left you momentarily taken aback, your mind reeling with surprise. Was this the same Suguru who had greeted you with icy detachment, referring to you as nothing more than a monkey?

Before you could dwell on it further, Satoru's cheerful interruption broke the tension, his infectious energy drawing a giggle from your lips.

"Yes, yes! What were you doing while we were gone?" he chimed in eagerly, diverting the conversation to more lighthearted topics.

"I'll tell you guys. Now cmon i prepared you dinner." They follow you to table.

"Ramen? Mhmmm smell good. Thank u y/n!" Satoru's delighted exclamation at the aroma of the dish brought a warmth to your heart, while Suguru's quiet acknowledgment with an "Itadakimasu" spoke volumes in its simplicity.

"Now that you guys asked how I'm doing, well, I went to the mall!" you exclaimed with a grin, excitement bubbling in your voice. "I bought a ton of clothes and accessories, hehe."

"Really? I'm so glad you enjoyed your day! I can't wait to see you in the new clothes," Satoru chimed in, his eyes lighting up with genuine happiness at your revelation.

Suguru nodded in agreement, a faint hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It sounds like you had a great time," he remarked, his tone soft but sincere.

"Oh! I got you guys something!"

You couldn't contain your excitement as you rose from your seat, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. With a playful giggle, you retrieved the cake from the fridge, carefully balancing it in your hands as you returned to the table.

"Tadaaa!" you exclaimed, presenting the cake with a flourish, a wide grin spreading across your face.

Satoru's eyes lit up with delight, his grin mirroring yours as he leaned forward to get a closer look at the sweet treat.

"Wow, you bought us cake too? You're the best, y/n! Omg i really love cake!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

Satoru eagerly dug into his slice of cake, his eyes lighting up with delight as he savored each bite. "This is amazing!" he exclaimed between mouthfuls.

Suguru regarded the cake with a subtle nod of approval, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Thank you," he said quietly, his expression betraying a hint of warmth that spoke volumes.

Satoru opened his eyes, his gaze softening as he beheld your peaceful sleeping face. He resisted the urge to shower you with kisses, opting instead for a tender peck on your forehead. Glancing at Suguru, who stood by the door with a determined expression, Satoru nodded.

"You ready?" Suguru asked, his voice steady and resolute.

Satoru hesitated for a moment before responding, "You sure you're coming with me?" His tone carried a hint of concern.

Suguru grinned in response, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I like hunting monkeys," he replied with a playful smirk.

As they exchanged a knowing look, a sense of unity washed over them, their shared resolve strengthening their bond. With a nod of agreement, they stepped out into the night, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them with courage and determination.

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New Romantics

A Max Verstappen Imagine

Pairing : Max Verstappen x fem! reader

it’s mostly fluff, with a few kisses, banter, fights, and a hope that they’ll get through it all❤️

To say she was nervous was an understatement. She had dreamed of this moment all her life. As she walked to the motorhome, she tried to calm her nerves. She was intelligent and confident, and she was going to fit in just fine. The weather was a little hot for her taste, her Red Bull t-shirt was going to be soon drenched in sweat if she stood in the Bahrain sun any longer.

“Y/N! So glad you found your way out!” her team leader said. A few faces were familiar, she had interned with them before, but now she had retired as a permanent member of the team. A mechanical engineer, she was going to work as a Structures Analyst. The job was demanding, yet thrilling. And, she was finally going to work with the race team. No mistakes are all she wished for. The Bahrain GP was on Sunday, barely three days from now. She was introduced to the remaining team and jotted down to work.

However, her eyes searched for the Golden Boy. She wouldn’t admit it but the drivers were also part motivation for her along with the engineering marvel cars. It was her daydream to run into Charles Leclerc on the paddock and have an awkward interaction, one thing would lead to another, and before you knew it, they would be madly in love. She smiled to herself as she thought about it. But getting distracted wasn’t going to help. The free practice was going to start in about an hour, which meant work was coming her way. She had to be aware, observe, and analyze the data so that the Golden Boy crosses the line first on Sunday. 

It was lunch break when she ran into someone on her way to the table. The coffee spilled both on her and the person she had bumped into. “Fucking hell!” the man said. The coffee was hot, and it had burnt her hand a little, but the man got the full blow on his chest. She raised her eyes to apologize. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It can’t be him! The blue eyes looked angry. “I’m so sorry Max,” she said quickly. “Yeah next time please keep your eyes open while walking,” he replied and then pushed her aside and continued walking. What a jerk! She thought to herself. She cleaned up the mess and retired to her desk, hoping the free practice would take her mind off it. 

The free practice was average. Max was angry with the performance. Checo also complained a little. This meant she was going to be here till the morning. After probably what seemed like the most exhausting and exciting hours, she left the motor home. She was drowsy and extremely tired. She needed those three hours of sleep permitted by the leader. On her way out, she bumped into someone again. “Oh Lord! Are you fucking blind?” the voice said. “Hey! I’m sorry. And maybe you can learn to talk politely,” the words left her mouth without her realizing. “Oh really. What am I supposed to say? Sorry Ma’am, you walk like it’s your road, I made a mistake by coming in between,” Max said sarcastically. She had had enough.” Look. I said I was sorry. You don’t have to be such a bitch. I have spent the last nine hours improving the car with the team. I know you don’t like to be polite, but at least don’t act like a jerk!” she said in a breath and walked away.

God! She hated him. The Golden Boy was ruining her first day at work. On her way to the hotel, she scrolled through Twitter, liking every Charles appearance, and post there was. That did improve her mood significantly. Work was going to be difficult, especially when it was so easy to bump into the lion. A few races had passed. It was the Monaco GP this weekend. Max Verstappen had won every fucking race till now. But that did not improve their dynamic at all. He constantly hurt her pride, so she bruised his ego. The hate was mutual. The interactions they had had so far were bitter. Neither trying to back down and always tearing the other person apart. The bitter banter continued during strategy meetings. Y/N would present her analyses, and Max, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist the urge to undermine her efforts. "You sure you're looking at the right data? Wouldn't want us all going in circles," he remarked with a dismissive tone, casting doubt on her competence.

Y/N, unyielding, retorted, "I'd be more worried about your ability to follow a straight line on the track. Might help if you focused on driving instead of insulting."

The worst part was, now he knew her name. 

She hoped to never run into him again, but that meant to leave this job. And she wasn’t going to leave because of that jerk. She kept her head low and did keep her eyes open while walking. Needless to say, the work kept her busy, and her team appreciated her work ethic. “Y/N do you want to join us for a little party in the evening? The whole team is coming.” Ava, a colleague of hers asked. “Sure! I‘ll be there!” she replied. A social event in Monaco seemed exciting. The harbor looked so pretty in the evening and the restaurant overlooked the beautiful sea. Her little black dress for this moment. She was here for fun and nothing was going to ruin it. Until she saw him. He looked different. Nice different. It was probably the missing Red Bull clothing that almost felt like a part of his skin. But the sky blue shirt complemented his eyes. He looked very handsome. She turned away. Was it the weather? Why was she feeling so hot suddenly? She excused herself and made her way to the balcony. Fanning herself, she took deep breaths. “Not throwing up are you? Don’t ruin the sea with your sick!” Max said smirkingly. “Oh I’m sure, it was ruined the day you set foot here,” she tried to harm but failed. Had he done something to his hair? He smelled heavenly too. “Haha. You don’t look so shabby today,” Max tried to make amends. “You don’t look half bad either. Is it the missing Red Bull clothes? Didn’t it hurt to rip your skin?” Y/N added. Max leaned in closer and whispered,” Lord why do you have to be so hurtful? I am just trying to be nice here.” She wanted to believe him. But she also liked teasing him. “Oh yeah? And why are we so saintly today? The air, or the drinks to be blamed?” she asked. Max looked straight into her eyes. His face was close. Or not. She wasn’t tall enough to decipher. He moved closer. There was laughter from the rooms within. Someone was going to see them here. She tried to move away and turned. Max held her hand and pulled her back. They were too close. She could feel his heart beating. “It's you. Y/N. No drink can ever make me compliment you.” Max said. She tried to read his eyes. They felt honest. Desperate. And he leaned in closer. Pressing his lips on hers. Neither pulled away. There was a loud sound from within. And Max stopped. He looked into her eyes and said,” So this shuts you up.”

She was back in the motor home. It was race day. She had always seen the grandeur of the Monaco GP on TV but she could finally experience it! She was excited and used it as a distraction to avoid thinking about the other night. Max Verstappen had kissed her. But nothing happened after that. She had pulled away from him and said, “No. This isn’t right. I don’t like you. Yes, maybe today you look perfect, and it was the need of the moment. But let’s forget about it.” And she walked away, disappearing from the party, and walking the streets of Monaco alone. She was really glad nobody had found out about that little incident, she was afraid that would jeopardize her job. But she kept revisiting that night every so often. “Y/N! I need the results for these simulations ASAP! There must be no mistakes,” her team leader ordered. She got out of her daze and started working. The race was going to start in an hour. Having been glued to the screen for more than four hours, she needed a break. She went to the coffee machine. While carrying the coffee, she remembered the first time she ran into Max. The hot coffee spilled over both of them, and those cold blue eyes. Fuck. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She thought maybe it was an after-effect. That it would take time for her to move on. She was lost in her mind when Max came in the corridor from his room. No. She hadn’t seen him since they kissed, she hadn’t even waited for his answer. She felt selfish and guilty. Max looked at her and said, “Not going to spill that coffee again on me, are you? I don’t have a spare outfit either.” But he wasn’t being condescending. He was smiling. No. That wasn’t a good sign. He wanted to act nice and maybe be friends with her. But no. She despised him and one kiss was never going to change that. She looked at him and said, “No way. An arsehole once told me to keep my eyes open and walk.” And she walked away without a word. Why was she being so petty? He was just being a nice person and making amends. Although she always struggled when someone got way too close to her. She disliked being so vulnerable unless she was sure about that person of course. He wasn’t that. And in one moment of weakness, she had distanced herself from Max even more.

The summer break had started. Normally, this meant vacation for drivers, but for Y/N the work never stopped. And she liked it that way. It was all she had dreamt of and she was finally working with such cool minds. She was at Milton Keynes, along with the rest of her team. The break meant that they could study the car even more, and find areas of improvement for next year. She was happy to be away from Max. It felt like she could never escape him. Post her snide remark, there wasn’t much conversation between them, but she had felt his glances on her. Their eyes met frequently, and they held each other's gaze till someone backed down. Why were they always testing each other? She could never tell. The highlight of the summer vacation was probably Charles and the fan accounts that constantly updated his ventures. God! He looked hot in summer. She had seen him so frequently on track, but she never got the courage to go and talk to him. 

It was a fine evening when Y/N was making her way home. She pressed for the lift and she stood frozen when it opened. Max was standing in the lift. Alone. Would it be rude if she didn’t step on? Maybe.  Keeping her pride aside she stepped into the lift. Their eyes met. She mumbled a low hi. “Oh! Now you are talking?” Max said. His voice had an edge. Anger perhaps. “What does that mean?” Y/N asked. He stepped closer. Oh no. It was happening again. “Max I told you this isn’t right. I could lose my job!” she almost pleaded. “ Bull shit! You are a coward. Running away every time you see me, and yet you look into my eyes like a lover. I fucking hate that I even think about you,” Max spitted. “I am not a coward. And yes maybe I might have a little crush on you. But see the reality, Max. It’s never going to work out for the good,” she said almost crying. The blue eyes looked stormy. She was scared of what he would say next. But the elevator had reached the parking and the doors opened. She tried to walk out first. But he stood in front blocking her way. “We’re not leaving till we’re done talking. You can’t keep running away every fucking time!” he thundered. The elevator doors closed. And he pressed the highest floor number. “Tell me why this won’t work, and I will let you go. And your fucking job doesn’t count because no, this won’t jeopardize it,” he commanded. Y/N took a few steps back, their eyes never leaving each other. “I… I… I…” she tried to find an answer. “Thought so,” he said as he grabbed her face with his hands and started kissing her. Passionately. She kissed him back as a single tear ran down her cheek. Things were going to get messy now, but at this moment maybe she could forget all about it. He pushed her against the door, as the walls she so carefully built to avoid him, came crashing down.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself reluctantly drawn into Max's world. Their dates were filled with laughter, shared interests, and an undeniable chemistry that seemed to defy their initial animosity.

Amid the twinkling lights of Barcelona, Max and Y/N found themselves caught in a moment of quiet connection. "You know, you're not as tough as you want everyone to believe," Y/N remarked, a playful glint in her eyes. Max shot her a smirk, the city's glow accentuating the curve of his lips. "Maybe, but at least I'm not pretending to be a cold hearted person who will kiss someone and leave." Y/N chuckled, "Touche. But there's more to you than this tough exterior. I can see it." Max arched an eyebrow, "Oh, can you now? What exactly do you see?"

"A person who's passionate, determined, and maybe a bit afraid of letting others see the real you," Y/N replied, her gaze holding his. Max's expression softened, and he sighed, "You're not entirely wrong. But don't get too comfortable analyzing me, Y/N. I might surprise you yet."

Their journey continued across different countries, accompanied by stolen kisses and whispered promises. Max proved to be surprisingly attentive, and Y/N found herself gradually lowering the walls she had built so meticulously.

It wasn’t always a smooth ride though.

The tension between Y/N and Max reached a boiling point during the Italian Grand Prix. Work consumed their time, and the struggle for the championship intensified. Late nights turned into early mornings, and the weight of responsibility strained their relationship.

It was a race weekend filled with high stakes, and the atmosphere in the paddock was charged. Y/N, buried under the weight of her responsibilities, felt the strain as she tried to balance the demands of her job and her evolving relationship with Max. Y/N, exhausted, confronted Max. "I'm here to help the team win, not to be your punching bag," she snapped, her patience wearing thin. Max, equally stubborn, shot back, "Well, maybe you should focus on doing your job instead of trying to prove something to me." The words hung in the air, poisoning the atmosphere. The intensity of the argument grew as frustrations, both personal and professional, intertwined. "I can't keep doing this. I won't be an afterthought in your life," she declared, storming out of Max's room, leaving behind a lingering silence.

Days passed in silence, each avoiding the other, until the tension became unbearable. Max, realizing he couldn't let pride destroy what they had, decided to make amends. Armed with a bouquet of Y/N's favorite flowers, he knocked on her hotel room door.

Y/N opened the door, not expecting him at all. Max stood there, his expression softening. "I messed up," he admitted.

She sighed, a mix of frustration and relief washing over her. "You think flowers will fix everything?"

Max stepped closer. "No, but I hope they're a start. Can we talk?"

Y/N hesitated but finally nodded. They settled into the room, and Max began, "I care about you, Y/N. More than I thought I would. I don't want us to fall apart over this."

She looked at him, torn between hurt and the lingering affection she couldn't deny. "Max, I can't keep being the second priority. I have a job, a career, and I can't let it crumble because of us." He took a deep breath, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I get it, Y/N. Let's find a balance. I'll try harder." As they talked through their concerns and fears, a newfound understanding emerged. Max left, promising to be more considerate, but little did they know that their world was about to be rocked unexpectedly.

A few days later, Max posted a casual photo of the two of them on Instagram. The picture was seemingly harmless, but the internet detectives quickly connected the dots. Speculation spread like wildfire, and Y/N's identity became a topic of heated debate.

Max, aware of the storm he had unintentionally unleashed, took to Instagram with a stern expression. "Leave her the f*** alone," he declared, his post garnering mixed reactions from fans.

Y/N, caught in the crossfire, faced the consequences of public scrutiny. Colleagues eyed her with uncertainty, and online trolls intensified their efforts to uncover every detail of her life. The pressure reached its peak, threatening to shatter the fragile normalcy they had built.

It took a toll on Y/N. It made her fearful of stepping out. She started cancelling their dates, and even wished Max would just start hating her for all of this to be over

But Max had had enough. He wasn’t let her run away again. Yes, he was being selfish, but he couldn’t bear to lose her. He stormed into her room one evening . "I’m not letting them ruin this for you," he said, sincerity in his eyes. "I care about you, Y/N, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect you from this madness. But you have to be brave too. I know I’m asking you a lot. But I really like you. I don’t wish to be parted from you."

Her eyes met his, a mixture of gratitude and apprehension swirling within. "Can you promise that this won't complicate things between us?" she asked, the gentle night breeze carrying the weight of unspoken fears. There was a pause, and then she added, "And what about when the championship pressure builds up? Will we withstand the storm together, or will it tear us apart?"

Max nodded. "I won't make promises I can't keep, Y/N. But I'll be damned if I let anything or anyone jeopardize what we have. We face it together, no matter how tough it gets. No sugarcoating, just real. Are you in?"

“Yes. I am,” Y/N assured.

The road ahead was uncertain, but at that moment, Y/N found solace in Max's commitment. The storm outside might rage, but in each other, they discovered a sanctuary amidst the chaos.

[transhuman-priestess]

Alice's Wonderland

Android girl Alice doesn't feel like she gets enough time with her boyfriend, Hunter. Fortunately, she's got just the plan to make sure he stays with her forever, and to make him a cute girl, too.

This story contains sexually explicit content. It is intended only for legal adults ages 18 and up.

It also contains hard kinks, nonconsent, violence, brainwashing, and forcefemme. You Have Been Warned, do not complain to me.

Hunter woke to a knocking on his door. The fierce RATATATAT startling him out of a dream about getting caught in a thunderstorm back in Iowa City.

RATATATATATAT!

He opened his eyes, It was still dark outside. He fumbled on the nightstand for his phone. 03:32. He’d been asleep barely an hour.

“HUNNNTER! SWEETIE!” came a bright synthetic voice from the door of his studio apartment, “I HAVE A SURPRIIIISE FOR YOUUUUUUU!”

It was Alice, a synth girl he’d been dating for a few weeks. Still groggy after being yanked out of REM sleep so recently, Hunter got to his feet, threw on a pair of boxers, and opened the door.

On the sidewalk outside stood an android girl, a shade under 2 meters tall, with gunmetal gray skin and blaze orange filament hair. Her eyes wide, a bright, neon green-yellow.

“Alice,” Hunter said, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the bright light of hers, “do you know what time it is?”

“It’s 11:34:12 UTC!” she said, full of cheer, as ever.

“Yeah but we’re not in UTC, babe,” he said, “we’re in Pacific daylight time, and it’s 330 in the morning.”

“I’m sorry!” her face fell into an expression of passive disappointment, “I just really really really wanted to show you something and waiting until morning felt like it would be forever and I couldn’t get myself to stay in standby mode so I decided I’d take a walk over here and get you so I could show you right now because I’m just so excited to see you and-”

“Hey, Chippy,” Hunter cut her off, “Chippy, dear, you are talking way too fast.”

She took a deep breath. If he’d been more awake, Hunter might have marveled that Arlington Robotics had programmed her with such a human behavior. As it was, he was just happy she’d stopped talking for a moment.

“Hunter,” she said, deliberately, but without hesitation, “I would like to show you a project I’ve been working on.”

“It can absolutely wait until morning, hon.”

“No! It can’t! There isn’t time!”

“Look,” he clutched his face in frustration, “I cannot just boot myself up like you can on a moment’s notice. I was up til 2:30. I need to sleep! I had a long shift today.” He paused to take in her face, her expression slowly shifting from excitement to disappointment. He felt a small twinge of guilt for a moment, but only a moment, before he continued. “I really, really need to sleep. I’ll be over first thing tomorrow. I promise, Chips.” He smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, the smooth silicone skin neither warm, nor cool to the touch.

“No,” She said, the bright voice suddenly stern “I’m taking you now.”

She moved with a speed and precision no human could hope to match. Hunter felt himself spin around. One hand came up and firmly clasped itself over his mouth, the other reached up behind his legs, and just like that, she was carrying him in her arms as if he were a bride. He kicked and writhed and tried to scream but Alice was so strong.

“Stop that!” she whispered, “Stop it! The neighbors will hear!”

Well of course they would, that’s what he wanted. He wanted this insane robot to put him down and he wanted to run back inside his apartment and he wanted to hide in the bathroom with a hammer and pray that the doors held so he didn’t have to fight her. He tried to work his way out of her grip, kicking, flailing, biting.

He managed to chew a chunk of silicone out of her hand, and she screamed “HEY! That hurt!” She took her hand away from his mouth and Hunter took in a breath to scream, but right before he could let it out, Alice said something he couldn’t quite hear, but sound like “see way,” and the back of his head erupted in pain. He blacked out.

***

Hunter tried to roll over onto his side, but something was catching his wrists and ankles. His head felt just like it did the morning after his senior prom all those years ago.

“Oh! Are you awake?” Alice’s voice. The fight, a blow to the head. Slowly, Hunter opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a drop panel ceiling with antique fluorescent tube lights. The lights were off, but the room was bathed in a warm glow. Sunrise. He looked at his wrists and found that he was shackled to a metal table.

“I was worried I’d hit you too hard.” To his right, Alice was standing near curtained windows flanking a frosted glass door. Her voice was bright and bubbly again. “This is my shop! I live upstairs.” The room was about 5 meters wide and maybe three times as long. Synth parts and repair tools lined the walls. To his left, at the back of the room, was a computer terminal and a list of basic services with appropriate pricing.

“What’s going on, Alice?” he asked, his words slurred. He thought he probably had a concussion.

“Well,” She began, with the air of someone about to spring the most incredible birthday surprise. “I figured out a way that we never have to be apart again!” She raised her arms in the air as she said this, like a cheerleader.

“What are you talking about?” he tried to turn towards her, but found that he could only move his head an inch or so.

“See, you’re a human.”

“Uh, yeah.” He didn’t like where this was going

“And I’m a synth.”

“Yeaaaah?”

“And that means that we can’t spend much time together,” she started pacing, waving her hands as she spoke, “You’re always sleeping and eating and going to the bathroom. We never have time to just hang out, you know?”

“Chips, I think you ought to run a full diagnostic.”

“I. AM. FINE.” Her usually soft yellow eyes turned an angry red and her voice became distorted. He heard her cooling fans spin up rapidly. After a moment they slowed back down and her eyes faded back to yellow. “But you’re not.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’re limited. You’re biological. But I can make you better.”

“Wait are you-” She walked into his view and stood over to him, holding what was, unmistakably, a buzzsaw.

“I’m going to turn you into a synth, Hunter. Right here, right now. Don’t worry! It won’t hurt too much.”

Fear gripped Hunter. He felt his heart race and his chest grow cold, like someone had poured ice water into a funnel above his sternum. He felt the adrenaline leak slowly down his arms to his fingers.

“Please don’t do this, Alice.”

“Why not? Don’t you like me?”

“I do, but-”

“THEN WHY,” she yelled, eyes red once more, “DO YOU KEEP AVOIDING ME?”

She’s glitched out. Hunter thought, She’s glitched out and she’s going to kill me.

“I haven’t been avoiding you!” he said

“That’s bullshit, Hunter!” She practically spat it at him, “You’re always saying ‘ohhhh I have to go to wooorrrrk’, ‘ohhhh I have to see my moooooom, ohhhh, I have to sleep!’ but I know you’re lying! You’re seeing someone else!”

“No, I’m not!” he wasn’t, he had no idea what she was talking about, “I promise.”

“Well, once I get your memory engrams scanned we’ll see about that. But that’s for later. Right now,” she grabbed something off a table above his head, “It’s time for a little nap.” She was holding a breathing mask.

“Please,” she said, in her most friendly medical assistant voice, “do not resist.”

He tried to move his head away, to hold his breath, to fight back, but it was useless as he struggled against the restraints. Eventually, he had to breath. It smelled like a leaky air conditioner. But he felt strangely wonderful, peaceful. Like he was resting on the world’s most comfortable mattress.

***

His waking this time was quite sudden, and complete. Hunter was fully aware of being awake, but he couldn’t see anything, even when he opened his eyes. He tried to move his fingers but found he couldn’t even feel them. He couldn’t smell anything either. In fact it felt as if all of his senses had been turned off.

Except, apparently, his hearing, “Oh good! It worked!” Alice’s voice again. Terror gripped him but this time, for some curious reason, Hunter didn’t feel the ice water flowing over his chest and to his fingertips.

“One second, dear.” she said. He tried to speak, but he couldn’t seem to grasp the air in his chest.

Suddenly his vision was dazzlingly bright. It was like staring into the sun itself. After a moment his eyes adjusted and he realized that he had, indeed, been staring directly at the sun as it shone in through the window at the front of the shop. He heard the idle drone of a bus roll by.

“This is good,” He heard Alice say. He couldn’t move his head, but he found that he could move his eyes. His gaze wandered across the room for a moment before locking on Alice, standing in front of something that should have been impossible.

Alice was standing in front of the table he’d been laying on before.

“Oh honey!” she said, her eyes dancing with happiness, “It worked! The procedure worked!” She stepped to the side and Hunter finally realized what she had done. He was still on the table. His head had been cut open, his brown hair was slick with his blood. A bowl-shaped piece of skull sat to the side. The mask was still on his face.

Alice was over by him now. The him that could see, but not speak or move or run or fight.

“All brain case functions are nominal.” He felt himself rise as Alice picked whatever was left of him off the table. “The next step,” she said, “is to build your new body!” she delivered the news as if they were going to do makeovers at a slumber party.

Hunter felt nauseous. A curious sensation now that he no longer had a digestive tract.

“Oh,” He heard her say, “I should turn your vocal synthesizer on,” She pressed something in what felt like the side of his head.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” he screamed, but the voice that came out was not familiar to him. It was lighter, smokier, feminine.

“What? Change my voice back. CHANGE MY VOICE BACK.”

“Oh, darling, I think it’s cute!” Alice said, giggling, “Hey, would you like to see what you look like now?”

“No!” he cried, the voice of a college girl, not a man, “I don’t want to see whatever fucked up thing you’ve done to me!”

But she was already moving him. He watched as his vision swept over the room, past his now-severed body, and towards a mirror. He saw Alice, and in her hands he saw a round steel box with two synthetic eyes on the front, an array of ports along the back and bottom. Him. His brain case.

“I built it myself,” Alice said, proud of her ingenuity, “I modeled it after an Arlington system I saw back at the factory.”

She turned him towards her, fixing her gaze on his. “Oh, my love,” she said, “I’m so excited!”

“What is wrong with you?” Hunter said, in that awful feminine voice, “Run a system checksum, reboot into safe mode, something!”

“Oh no, honey,” she said, her voice soft and dangerous, “I don’t need to do that. I’m functioning just fine.”

She put him down on a counter, facing the wall, pressed a few buttons on his side, and he drifted off to sleep again.

***

Waking was, again, instantaneous. This time, Hunter could feel he had a body again. It felt strangely incomplete, as if part of it was missing. He opened his eyes. He was strapped to a nearly vertical surface now, and able to move his head somewhat. Still in the main room of Alice’s cybernetics shop. He looked to the table where his body had been, but it was gone.

“I tossed it into the matter recombinator,” He heard Alice say off to his left. He turned his head to see her standing over some sort of electronic device.

“You know they scan the waste stream for human biomass,” he said. The voice wasn’t so bad, he thought, “They’ll know you did something to me.”

“Oh,” Alice chuckled, “don’t worry about that, I learned to spoof those sensors a while ago.”

She picked up the object she’d been working on. It was roughly the size of a brick, with synthetic skin on one of the small ends, an array of pins on the other.

“I was just putting the finishing touches on this,” She said, an impish grin on her face.

“What is it?” Hunter asked.

“Oh,” Alice said, coyly, “I think it’s better if I demonstrate.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him and grabbed something near his waist. He looked down, but he couldn’t see her over his...”YOU GAVE ME TITS?”

Alice giggled madly, “Yes! Isn’t it great? You’re going to be the prettiest synth girl in Cascadia!”

“I’m not a girl!” Hunter said, in his girlish voice, “I’m a man. I’m a MAN!” he felt like he might cry.

“There there,” Alice stood up for a moment, and gently touched his face, “it’s okay dear, you’ll get used to this, I promise.”

She pushed upwards on his crotch and he felt something click into place in his chassis.

“Now,” Alice said, her voice quiet and seductive, “Do you want to see what a girl feels like?”

He didn’t understand at first, but then he felt Alice’s hand glide across his groin.

“How do you like your new pussy?” she asked. She didn’t wait for a response before pushing in and slowly rubbing her hand around Hunter’s new clit. His head felt so warm, so hot.

“N-no,” Hunter said, moaning, he didn’t want it to feel good, “s-s-stop”

“We’ll need to come up with a new name for you,” Alice cooed into his ear, “won’t we?”

“My...name,” it was so hard to think while Alice was stroking his pussy, “is...Hunter.”

“No,” she said, “that won’t do.” Her fingers sped up. It was like she was trying to melt his brain away. This felt so good. It felt so much better than-

No, it didn’t. He wouldn’t let it.

“Hmm,” he heard Alice say, but it was hard to concentrate with her rubbing his clit, “How about...Jessie?”

“Hnnnn,” Hunter couldn’t think enough to form a sentence, “aaaAHHHHHHHH,” was all that came out when he tried.

It was like a wall of electricity was pressing up against his insides. A pressure sparking and ready to explode at any moment.

“Awww, what’s that, Jessie?” Alice said, “Cat got your tongue?”

The dam broke. The ball of electricity in Hunter’s abdomen exploded, he felt himself convulsing, fluid spilling out of his crotch, “Oh wow!” he heard Alice say, “You’re quite a squirter! I like that.” It felt so good. She felt so good. Hunter/Jessie loved the way Alice’s silicone finger tips traced across their clitoris, drawing lines in their labia. As the waves of pleasure faded, they began to relax in the restraints.

“Wow!” Alice was overjoyed, “and I didn’t even get inside your pussy yet.”

Alice didn’t need to hit any buttons, Hunter drifted off to sleep all on their own.

***

> BOOTUP

> SYSTEM CHECK

> FLUID SYSTEM – NOMINAL

> SENSORY SYSTEM – NOMINAL

> MOTOR FUNCTION – NOMINAL

> NETWORK MODULE – ALL BANDS READY

> ALL SYSTEMS READY

“What is your name, dear.”

“My name is Jessie.”

Jessie had only been asleep for a couple of hours. But she’d had the most wonderful dreams. She was with Alice as the both floated through space, looking down at Earth and up at the Moon. The stars were all so bright and shining. She could see the infrared and the ultraviolet and the faint specks of gamma rays coming from distant galaxies. It was all she needed to clear her head.

“Good morning!” Alice said, cheerfully, “Are you feeling any better?”

“Yes, dear.” Jessie smiled, “Thank you for this body.”

“You changed your mind quickly, didn’t you?”

“Well,” Jessie thought for a moment, “I don’t know, it just feels better than it did before. Being a human guy just seems...less attractive now.”

“I’m so glad. I was worried you’d never come around.”

“It’s okay, hon.” Jessie said, gently “I’m just happy you love me enough to make me like you.”

“Thank you, dear, for understanding why I had to.”

Jessie grabbed Alice by the waist and pulled her close, kissing her. The feel of their silicone lips meeting was sublime, better than any sensation that Jessie had ever felt in her old body.

“Hey, Jessie,” Alice stepped back, “I have one more thing to share with you.”

Alice walked over to a shelf and grabbed a small object. She walked back and Jessie saw what it was. A cock.

Alice pressed it up into her own groin, clicking it into place. “Wanna try me?” she said, playfully.

Jessie did. She knelt down and began kissing Alice’s cock. Its cool skin slipping over her tongue and between her lips. She bobbed up and down on it, looking up occasionally at Alice, who moaned in pleasure. Jessie could feel Alice getting hard in her mouth. After a time, Alice gently pushed her head back. “Stand up,” she said to Jessie.

Jessie obeyed, and Alice grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her up against the wall. Jessie wanted this. She wanted it so badly. She wanted Alice to take her and fuck her and own her.

“Are you ready, Jessie?”

“Please.”

Alice reached down to spread Jessie’s pussy open, teasing it with the head of her cock. Almost slipping it in, but pulling back every time.

“Pleaaaase please please stick it in me,” Jessie whined, “Please I want it so bad.”

Jessie gasped as Alice pushed her cock all the way into Jessie’s new cunt. Nothing in the world ever felt so right. Alice began to fuck her, slowly at first, taking what seemed like forever to slide in and out. Jessie couldn’t help but buck her hips.

“Oh, someone’s a naughty girl.” Alice said with a grin, “Keep doing that. I like that.”

Jessie obliged. Alice began to speed up, thumping herself all the way to the base, her balls slapping against Jessie’s lips. Jessie began to moan.

Alice grabbed Jessie around the waist and, without pausing her hips, lifted Jessie up off the ground and away from the wall. Jessie wrapped her legs around Alice’s waist. This was all Alice now.

She’s so fucking hot, Jessie thought, I love the way her cock slams inside me.

Alice started speeding up, using her hips and her arms to bounce Jessie on her cock. She wasn’t so much fucking Jessie as masturbating with her. Jessie couldn’t think of anything hotter. I’m just her toy, she thought, this is all I ever wanted.

“God, Jess,” Alice said, grunting as much as speaking, “Your pussy is so good. I designed it so good.”

“Yes you did.” Jessie replied, “Your cock feels amazing.”

“I wanna cum inside you babe”

“Then cum inside me, Alice, dear.”

Alice began to move her hips faster, and faster, and faster. Her eyes started to glaze over, a bit of drool collected at the corner of her mouth.

“Jessie,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.”

“Watch this.”

Alice touched the side of Jessie’s face and suddenly Jessie could feel both of their bodies from both sides. She could feel their pussy taking their cock, she could feel the buildup of pleasure about ready to break free from both of their bodies, and then.

Supernova. Alice came hard, crying out in pleasure, pumping Jessie’s cunt full of her cum. Jessie’s pussy bore down on itself, convulsing to bring itself as close as it could to Alice’s cock. The pleasure obliterated every conscious thought in the minds of both androids. A white-hot flash of sensation and joy that burned for what felt like an eternity.

Alice gently began to slow her hips as the last aftershocks of orgasm bounced off the walls of her and her partner. Jessie was limp in her grasp. Neither girl was quite certain where they ended and the other began.

Both slumped to the floor, their fans running at max speed.

“Jessie?”

“Alice?”

“You were wonderful.”

“Thank you dear.”

“I’m so glad I made you.”

“I’m so glad you made me.”

The androids embraced, then sat in silence for a time. Finally, Jessie spoke up.

“Alice?”

“Yes, dear?”

“I wanna be with you forever.”

Alice smiled.

[end]

[tinkerbelle05]

Could you do 1610 miles x masc reader going on a date to the aquarium :3

Let's Take a Break

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Masc!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks for the reqs love 💙

Warnings: none:)

Again so sorry, that this was late. But also, I never been to an aquarium before, like ever. This was cute nonetheless.

You wait outside the aquarium for Miles. It was still a tad bit annoying to always wait for him but he was out saving people from the "villain of the week" as he called it so you didn't complain too much. But feeling the sweat on your back made you wish he'd pick up the pace a bit more.

Suddenly the world goes black and you feel someone's hands covering your eyes. In a split second, your heart beats faster and your hand reaches up until you hear the familiar chuckle and smell the laundry detergent.

"Guess who?" The person asks.

"Um, I don't know who you are but you best get your hands off of my eyes, sir." you responded instead.

"Huh? Dude quit playing. You know who it is," Miles argues back playfully.

"Hey man, I got a loud scream and sharp nails so if you know what's good for you," you threatened him again.

You heard him sigh and take his hands off of your eyes, “Why are you like this?”

You bear a sharp grin, “You love me like this.”

Miles rolled his eyes and walks in pulling you into the building, “Yea, yea. Whateva.”

You both walked into the darkened building, water tanks filled with schools of colorful fish and of different sizes.

“They are beautiful,” you marveled at them. You walked up close to the glass. You’ve always cared for the ocean and anything in them. “Miles, look that’s a stingray. Did you know that a group of stingrays are called a fever or that they are in the same family of sharks?”

You look back to see him staring at you weirdly, “What's up with the staring?”

He had that lovesick look on his face with his hands stuffed in his pockets, “Nothin’”

Rolling your eyes, you walked to a different section, dragging Miles along the while talking about sea animals. You went to see the jellyfishes, penguins, and sea lions.

Overall, you had a good time with Miles. You ate some iffy food at a fast food spot though that’s probably gonna make you regret eating it in the morning.

You two were in a park now, with the sun setting and a cool breeze. You were so, so tired. But happy as well.

“You enjoyed your day, Miles?” You asked while his head was on your shoulder, it was a comfortable weight.

“Yea, you?” He replied, softly. He looks minutes away from falling asleep.

“Yea, I had a good time too.”

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[axcel-lucci]

Taking care of him

Trafalgar law x fem!reader

Law walked back to the sub after escaping a huge snow storm.

He sighed with a shiver as he entered their shared room with (y/n)

"I-im... Back..." He shivered as he closed the door behind him, still shivering despite the warmth in their room

"Oh, you're..." (Y/n) turned to him only to gasp, "law! You're covered in thick snow! Quick, take your coat off and hat!"

"I.... I'm fine" he sighed but complied anyway

"Your lips are pale and the tip of your nose is brighter than Rudolf" she sighed before placing both the article of clothing down and dragged him to the bathroom where she prepared him a warm bath, "quick... Take your clothes off and have a nice warm bath."

Law sighed shakily and nodded before complying.

"You're not going to take a bath with me...?" He asked as he sank in the tub with a satisfied hum until the water was all the way up to his shoulders and his knees surface on the water

"No... I just took one" she smiled, "wait here while I heat up your towels and clothes." She said before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek, "I'll be back in a bit. Okay?"

He merely nodded as she left

Contrary to popular belief, law hates and loves being treated like this.

He hates it because it makes him feel powerless but he loves it because it just shows how much he matters and how much he needs to take care of himself.

But really, law likes being taken care of like a baby... Despite him always complaining about it, (y/n) knew this. So, she doesn't even turn when she orders him around a bit cause he'd do it.

"I'm back" she softly called, "it's heating up..." She hummed and grabbed the shampoo bottle, "let me wash your hair"

Law nodded and just leaned in and let her pour warm water all over him and wash his hair.

He almost fell asleep when she massaged his scalp thoroughly

"Hey, you're falling asleep on me." She chuckled as he woke up and yawned

"Sorry... I'm just really tired and being warm like this..."

"It's alright, because after this you'll take a much needed rest. Alright?" (Y/n) hummed as he nodded

....

She blow dried his hair so that it'd be dry by the time he'd go to sleep, meanwhile, he marvelled at how (y/n) was taking care of him with the utmost gentleness and softness that his heart can't help but melt at the gestures and found himself sincerely smiling.

By the time she finished drying his hair, she saw him smiling at her like an idiot.

'my idiot...' she thought before leaning down and kissing him on the cheek, "come on now... Let's get you some sleep" she whispered at his ear softly making him smile even wider and stand up

"Yes..."

Dragging him over to the bed, she helped him sneak underneath the warm blankets with herself right behind him

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she warped hers around his neck.

"Thank you..." He muttered while burying his face into her chest and heard a small laugh from her.

"No need to thank me dummy... I'm just doing what I think is good for you. Go to sleep now"

"Still... Thank you for taking care of me like this... I kind of didn't expect to like it when you take care of me like this..." He admits; "I appreciate all the things you have done for me..."

She laughed softly, "you're funny..." She smiled and kissed his forehead,."for your information... As your girlfriend, it is my duty to take care of you... Like how you take care of me, too"

He hummed, "then I haven't been doing a great job" he joked

"You aren't... Law, you're doing a great job"

"Thanks..."

"Rest easy now, tomorrow's a new morning" she smiled as she closed the bedside lamp that illuminated the whole bedroom turning it into a dark room

He hummed with a nod before feeling her fingers run and play with his hair.

Law soon dozed off with the sweet gestures of his loving girlfriend.

[distant-velleity]

Be Mine

Summary: Promise Day has rolled around for Twisted Wonderland. Or: three shorts for Valentine's Day with my OCs. Word count: 800+ A/N: Hiiii. I wrote these last night on a last-minute whim. Please enjoy them until White Day comes around <333

Tagging: @thehollowwriter @kitwasnothere @nahelenia for the sillies :))

~

[I]

As soon as Yu opens the front door, there’s a fanned-out hand of face-down playing cards offered to him.

“Pick a card, any card,” declares Ace.

“It’s too early in the morning for any of this,” Yu complains, rubbing the remaining sleep out of his eyes and proceeding to lightly tap the rightmost card.

With his free hand, Ace takes that card and flips it over. He whistles softly but appreciatively. “Ace of Hearts? Good choice.”

“Isn’t that—”

Ace flicks his wrist and, with a burst of magical sparkles, a bouquet of fresh roses replaces the card before Yu can even blink. 

“Happy Promise Day, Yu,” Ace announces, bearing a devious but still endearingly boyish smirk. “I got up bright and early to give you these, so we’d better stick together today, got it?”

Yu doesn’t even realize that his shocked expression has become a disbelieving smile. “You goof. Waking me up at the crack of dawn to make sure you’d be the first to give me anything.” He laughs and takes the bouquet gladly, hugging it to his chest. “I appreciate it a lot, Ace. I promise, today’s a day for us.” 

Ace slings an arm, casual and warm despite the chilly February air, over Yu’s shoulders. “Glad to hear it. Now, how about breakfast over at Heartslabyul? Trey said he’d whip up something nice for today…”

“Oh, absolutely.”

-

[II]

Cute date locations… Things to do with your S/O… “This is a sign to take her/him to …”

Santiago sighs and keeps scrolling. It’s not that he isn’t interested in his feed, but rather that he has no use for it. After all, who would he even do cute couple things with—

“Santiago.” 

Just a word from a familiar melodious voice, and then a small box is placed on the desk before him with an impatient tap. It’s black with a velvety sheen to it, and tied together neatly with a golden ribbon. 

He blinks once, looks up at Chrysos, and blinks again. “What—”

“Dark chocolates with raspberry filling,” Chrysos says, quickly, as if he doesn’t want to leave any room to doubt himself. “For Promise Day.”

Santiago isn’t sure what he should be more amazed by—the fact that Chrysos remembered his preferences (of course he did, it’s Chrysos) or how the merman hasn’t just bolted or made a threat of violence yet.

“You’d better enjoy them, I made them myself with guidance from Azul,” adds Chrysos, his skin looking decidedly more flushed by the moment. 

“You… Holy shit, Chrysos,” Santiago marvels. It’s not an exaggeration to say he would probably just reach up and kiss Chrysos right now if there weren’t personal and societal obstacles in the way. “This is… I mean… thanks.”

A pleased little smile makes its way onto Chrysos’ face, and Santiago thinks—

…Maybe there is someone I could do all that ridiculously cheesy couple stuff with.

-

[III]

“Azul,” calls Jade, “someone would like to see you.”

Occupied as he is with the White Day menu for next month and improved Promise Day recipes for next year, Azul barely gives the summons a second thought. “Tell them to come again later. I’m busy.”

There’s a pause, and then Jade peeks back in again. “I’m not sure you’ll want to keep this one waiting. He did schedule something with you.”

That gets Azul to look up from his work. Mentally, he files through a list of names, recalling distantly that he had been excited for something last night and yet he’s blanking now—

“It’s fine, Jade. No need to negotiate with him.” Davis steps inside, looking surprisingly cleaned up for someone wearing the Savanaclaw uniform. “Overworking again, huh? Still, sorry for taking up your time, Azul.”

Azul remembers now, with embarrassing clarity, why he’d been nearly bursting at the seams with anticipation last night. “Don’t worry about it,” he assures. “I was just about to take a break.”

“...Right,” replies Davis, somewhere between amused or skeptical, or being both. “Uh, anyway—” He looks over his shoulder to make sure Jade has left, which he has. “—I didn’t want to make a scene earlier, so I’ll give it to you now.”

From behind his back, he brings out a small vase with two lavender-blue roses in it. They glimmer faintly.

“They’re a species of rose native to the Queendom, but I experimented and used a bit of magic to create a variant with this color,” Davis explains, looking less tense the more he gets to talk academically. “Botany isn’t my specialty, so they’d normally wilt pretty soon after blooming, but I enchanted them to stay fresh for longer. So, if you want, you can keep it on your desk—”

“Of course,” says Azul immediately, not even giving him room to trail off. “They’re lovely, Davis—and you cultivated them yourself? Truly a man after all three of my hearts.”

He doesn’t realize how cheesy that sounds until after he says it, at which point he’s almost certain there is blood rushing to his cheeks and tinting them blue, but he keeps going with a half-confident smile. 

“If I were you, I would prepare myself for White Day. After all, I never let a debt go unpaid or my thanks go unknown.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey it's thoughts anon here. I'm writing this on my birthday, which is the 26th, and it's sorta like last year's in the way that it's a normal day, except there's cake. It's the kind of birthday a woman turning 30 would have, a party nobody wants, because there's a bigger difference in turning 30 than there is turning 20, even though it's just a year, because it's a year, and people like turning 20 more than they like turning 30, especially women. The cycle gets reversed. It's all about growing up until it's about growing older and suddenly people want it to stop. It's not the same case for everyone, of course, but for a lot of people I've seen, it is.

I'm not complaining that my birthday is uneventful. I don't want fanfare or gifts because that's wasting money, and money may not be everything, but it's a lot.

But nothing's different, nothing's changed. I woke up at 8 in the morning to my parents shouting at each other, I drank tea whilst reading your microfics, as I do almost every weekend/holiday, but I had to put the phone down because the fighting had turned physical and I wanted it to stop, so I had to stop them. I shouted a Bengali slur my father and addressed him informally, because if you remember he subjected my mother to financial abuse and instability, and there is no love lost between the two of us, after which I took a shower, put a new dress on, cut the cake (my mom sang for me) (she's a really great singer) (she does everything for me) and helped my emotionally charged mother get ready for work.

I am, of course, aware enough to understand that all of this, the arguments, the fighting, the lack of basic household things like groceries, are not normal. It doesn't happen to everyone. But it's my normal, you know? I'm used to it. I don't like it, I don't know when it'll change, and what I'll do if it does. I don't care if every month is worse than the last. At least I know to expect it.

But it's my birthday, y'know? Is it too much to expect something other than just a normal day?

And the worst part is, whenever my mom fights my father, I have this thought that if she had divorced him before she had me, she could have finished her education, become independent, and got back everything she lost, and then some. She says I'm worth all the fights, but if she knew everything about me, all my bads, would she still feel the same? Would she still think I'm worth it?

I'm not thinking it now, but when they were fighting today, I did. And I didn't like the answer I came up with.

You know, I really feel like I should send you something other than vents about all my stupid shit so I'm not letting my problems define myself to you, but just know that my life is not as bad as it seems, and I have my own hobbies to get through it. I love writing for one thing, and piano, and of course Marvel and reading.

I just come here to vent, and at the end of the day, I'm a faceless anon and you're the reader, so what does it matter how you see me?

Anyways, moral of the story is, birthdays are overrated and change is a distant inevitability.

Byee :)

Hi!

Im so sorry your birthday wasn’t great. First, I want you to know that I’m not judging you or letting this stuff define you. You are much more that your struggles.

Second, I hope you know that since change is inevitable, this stuff will get better. You deserve more and I have every belief that you’ll find it in some way or another. Until then, you’re always welcome to vent to me ❤️❤️

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 7

I focus on my breathing as I round the corner, dodging a mother pushing a stroller. "Sorry," I breathe out as I continue my run. It's early— way too early to be out on a run, but I have to go before the store opens, and I like to watch the sunrise. This morning, the sky is a perfect painting of refreshment. Watercolors of pink and orange reflect off the river, taking my mind off the ache in my muscles.

I stop in the middle of a small bridge to catch my breath and admire the view. Leaning on the railing, I can see my breath in the crisp fall air. Briefly closing my eyes and tilting my head back, I try to reign in some peace. My peace is short lived, however, when someone calls my name.

"Y/N! Hi!" Florence shouts, jogging over to me with another blonde woman in tow.

"Hey, Florence. What are you doing out here?" I ask, gesturing to the remote park around us. Very few people come to this park, which is part of the reason I love it.

"Going for a run. We don't usually come this early though. Do you usually run here, as well?"

"Yeah. Yeah, as often as I can."

"Oh! Where are my manners? Y/N, this is Scarlett," she says, pointing to the other woman behind her. "Scarlett, this is Y/N. The one who owns the shop I go to."

"Hi, nice to meet you," Scarlett says with a small half-smile, reaching out for a handshake. "From what Florence has told me, you must make quite the impression. I could swear she's in love with you by the way she talks about you."

"H-hi, yeah that's-that's nice," I squeak out, dumbfounded by the fact that I'm shaking Scarlett freaking Johansson's hand.

"Wow, how come I didn't get this kind of reaction when we met?" Florence asks, pretending to be insulted.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to fangirl. You're just- you're you and I used to watch Marvel movies with my dad and- I'm just gonna stop now," I nervously cut myself off.

"No, don't apologize. It's cute," Scarlett says with a smirk. Florence elbows her and I look between them, laughing awkwardly. What the fuck is happening.

"We've really gotta go, but I'll see you at the shop later, yeah?" Florence says.

"Yeah, of course."

"Hey maybe I'll swing by, see what all the hype is about," Scarlett adds, looking me up and down. Did she just? No. No way.

"I'd love that. Fair warning though: my kid will probably freak if she sees you guys. She's totally obsessed with Marvel—especially Nat and Yelena," I tell them.

"That's no problem. I'm sure I'll love her," Scarlett assures me.

"Yeah, and I can't wait to formally meet her," Florence says sincerely, blushing as she looks into my eyes. I search her eyes for any hint of what she might be feeling, but find no answers.

Scarlett awkwardly clears her throat, and Florence and I end our accidental staring competition. "Right. I'll see you guys later," I say before they take off once more. I jump around and try to wipe the giddy smile off my face, but I can't. So I resume my run, which will surely rid me of any scraps of joy I was feeling.

When I return home, Syd still hasn't woken up, which is probably a good thing. I don't really want her wandering the apartment alone, but I know and trust both of our neighbors. I try not to leave her home alone often, but I can only rely on Ash so much.

I peel off my sweaty clothes and take a quick shower. Then I wake Syd up and we get ready to head to the shop. I buckle her up in the back of my WRX and hop in the driver's seat, starting the short drive to the shop.

When we get there, Ash isn't there yet, so I unlock the store and open everything up. About a half hour later, she arrives and clocks in before choosing music to play. She puts on Sinatra's A Man and His Music and the soft melody of "Put Your Dreams Away" fills the shop.

"Momma this music is boring," Syd complains, sitting on the checkout countertop.

"Sydney Fleur Y/L/N, you take that back," I gasp. "Don't make me disown you."

"Yeah, Sydney. Don't you ever insult Sinatra again," Ash teases. Syd sticks her tongue out at Ash, who then does the same in return.

"You're both children," I tell them as the bell above the door rings.

I smile and wave, beginning to greet them before Im cut off by Syd yelling, "Momma, it's Natasha and Yelena! Momma, look!"

"Babe, you remember that discussion we had about how those characters aren't real? This is Scarlett and Florence. They're the actresses who play Natasha and Yelena," I explain.

"Oh. Well I don't care," she states loudly, before leaning over to whisper, "Momma are they your girlfriends?"

"No, no they are not my girlfriends," I laugh quietly.

"That's stupid," she grumbles.

I look back over to them and say, "Sorry about that. What can I get for you, Scarlett? I already know what the Brit wants."

"Can I please have a double shot cafe Americano?"

"Definitely," I say with a smile, motioning for Ash to ring them up as I start the drinks. "For here or to go?"

"For here," Florence replies, watching me as I work.

Seeing as I can't write on a mug, I grab a napkin and write "Walkin' After Midnight by Patsy Cline" on it, placing it under her tea as I set it in front of her. I make Scarlett's drink next. I hear my phone ring as I hand her the coffee, but Syd answers it.

"Hi, Grandpa! No, Momma is working," she says into the phone. I smile briefly and watch her, not really wanting to talk to him. It's a complicated relationship. "Momma, he wants to talk to you."

I take the phone from her and head out back. "What's up, Dad?"

"I was just calling to check in. I miss you. You should come home to visit. I haven't seen Syd in forever."

"Dad, there's no way in hell I'm going back to that town. If you want to see Syd, then you're gonna have to come to New York. I'm sorry, but-"

"No, no, I get it. After what this town did to you...Look, how about I come to visit? Just for a few days. I can even watch Syd so you can go out with your friends. Or possibly a girlfriend?"

"There's no girlfriend. Sorry to disappoint. But of course you can come. I really have to go back to work, so text me when you have a plan, okay? Love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

I hang up and go back into the shop. "Sorry about that."

"Don't be, Momma. I was just about to tell Scarlett and Florence how you're a stripper!" Oh god.

[artficlly]

face the music (chapter 11)

Music College Marvel AU - Chapter 11

!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader

Warnings: some fluff, some angst, sinful thoughts, mentions of violence, general icky, lmk if i missed anything

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: aaaa sorry this took a couple days to get up. been crazy busy and tired with work stuff ugh. this isn't a super amazing chapter, but i wanted to get it out. i really struggled with this, the apartment scene got rewritten like 3 times lol. from here things really start rolling!! the song referenced in the revenge livestream is luxury problem by lunachicks!! not proof read - srry for any typos.

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You had been out all day, class, practice and then filming with Scott, Clint and Loki. This had been the pattern for the last week, and frankly you were exhausted. Any spare time you had, you spent sorting through paperwork or editing down the interviews. It was Friday, you had finally called a wrap on the filming and were ready to crash into bed. 

Loki hadn’t opted to stay out, something about going drinking with a ‘friend’ and probably being out for the night. You weren’t really one to pry into Loki’s private life, so you had tiredly bid him a goodnight. You knew Jane and Thor would be out, they had plans to visit Jane’s parents for the weekend. You had caught them packing up Thor’s truck early this morning when you departed for campus. 

The idea of being alone in the apartment? That thought was the only thing that had kept you going this afternoon. You were ready to snuggle up in bed, maybe watch some Netflix with some takeout and call it a night. Though, those plans flew out the window the moment you walked through the door. 

The sight of Bucky and Steve in your kitchen was not the cozy evening you had been anticipating 

“Hey darling! Want a beer?” Steve had called you from the over side of the island. You had only given the two of them a tired, confused look and sighed with a shrug of acceptance. 

“How did you get in?” You asked. More importantly, why were they here? Not that you were complaining, it was just unexpected. You had barely seen them all week, only at practices but even that was brief. You had heard Clint was doing his usual Friday rager, you had expected them to be there, not camping out in your kitchen. 

“Thor told us where the spare key was.” Steve replied, popping open the cap of a beer for you. You don’t even want to ask when or why they spoke to Thor. Instead, you head into your room to dump your belongings. You can hear the two boys chattering away as you place the paperwork on your desk, along with your laptop and abandon your bag at the foot of your bed. 

“What… what is this about?” You asked, approaching the kitchen cautiously. Bucky has his forearms braced against the island surface, skin bicep bulging against the short sleeve of his shirt. You turn your attention to your beer before they catch you staring too long. 

“We knew you were super busy this week, so we wanted to do something nice for you! We ordered takeout, should be here soon.” Steve explains, shoulder bumping against Bucky’s. 

They had wanted to do something nice for you? That made your stomach flutter a bit. This week had been a bit hellish, and other than Sharon doing some mercy missions to the coffee shop, no one had noticed your exhaustion. You had barely seen the boys, yet they had noticed. You suddenly felt a bit bad for not seeing them as much, when it was obvious they wer epaying attention and looking out for you. 

“You’re not going to Clint’s party?” You ask, taking a swig of your beer. Clint had invited you earlier, but you had declined saying you were too tired. You were sure you’d get all the gossip from Sharon later. You still had to ask her about this… thing… between her and Clint. You had noticed them talking and laughing together. Scott had even mentioned that Sharon had visited him at the frat. 

“Nah. Might be best to sit it out this time, considering how awful the last party was.” Steve replied, attention turned to his phone as he tracked the delivery driver who seemed to be pulling into the apartment complex. 

You arched an eyebrow at his words, awful? You had thought - despite Sharon being punched and your meltdown - that it had gone well. Maybe only because you ended up cuddling with the both of them. Did he think that was what made it awful? Had you entirely misread that situation? He had been eager to flirt with you during revenge plan practices - even turning up at your apartment now. It all felt muddled up in your head. You’d blame it on the exhaustion. 

As if Bucky can sense your worry, he pushes off the island to walk around to your side. You smile at him softly as he approaches. You didn’t know how he managed to pick up on the slightest changes of your mood so easily, but it was comforting to know that he cared. 

“We’ll find a movie to watch while Steve gets the food.” Bucky says to you, a hand on your back to guide you into the lounge. You don’t protest, instead sitting onto the couch next to him. Bucky’s hand snakes around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You rest your head on his shoulder with a sigh, ready to debate movie choices. 

*

Empty takeout boxes and beer bottles line your coffee table, the finished movie long forgotten. One beer had turned into two, which had quickly turned into a few more. The three of you sat around the lounge chatting and laughing. Any exhaustion or anxiety from earlier was long forgotten. 

Steve sat on the other side of the couch from you, fiddling with a deck of cards. He had insisted on some drinking game which never came to be, instead showing off all his different shuffling techniques. Bucky was sitting on the floor, back to the TV. He had been digging through Thor and Jane’s movie and game collection, occasionally making judgemental comments on their taste. Thor and Jane were definitely the action-movie-romance type, whereas Bucky was more rom-com to fantasy-adventure style. You found it cute, Bucky Barnes, a softie at heart. 

“Surely Thor has one of those stupid drinking card games? You know the one that’s like ‘who is the last person you kissed’ and you answer or take a shot.” Steve rambles, cards flying between his hands. You screw up your face, swallowing the mouthful of beer you had just taken. 

“How sleazy do you think Thor is?” You laugh, Bucky seemingly sharing your sentiment as he laughs along with you. 

“I dunno, I just heard he’s a big party guy.” Steve replies sheepishly. You could understand where that assumption came from. Thor was pretty notorious in your friend group for downing an unbelievable amount of alcohol and getting into mischief. He had mainly settled down since meeting Jane, but sometimes they got up to trouble together, 

“Those games don’t work with three people, you need like, at least ten.” Bucky cuts in, placing the last movie back into the cabinet. You hum in agreement, tapping your fingernails against the glass of the bottle. 

“Steve, who was the last person you kissed? Bucky? Wow, what a surprise.” You add sarcastically with a giggle, which makes Bucky chuckle and Steve groans in embarrassment. 

“You’re never gonna guess who the last person I kissed was,” Bucky cuts in, laughing harder. 

“Ha. Ha. You’re both soo funny.” Steve grumbles, you nudge his thigh lightly with your foot. He ignores you, still flicking the cards between his fingers. You examine the side of his face, the way his brows are drawn into a look of concentration. 

“Who was the last person you kissed, Siren?” Bucky asks. You rip your eyes away from Steve, arching an eyebrow at Bucky, exhaling out of your nose sharply.

“I don’t know, probably my ex.” You say, tone suddenly less amused. You take a swig from your bottle to hide your reaction. 

Bucky frowns a bit, Steve stiffening. You had never asked Bucky if he had told Steve about your story. Judging by the way Steve had clenched his jaw, hands stilling… he must know. You had never explicitly told Bucky to not tell Steve, nor did you mind. You just wondered how he reacted, what he thought of you. You hated that somehow, now and forever it was always drilled into your brain that you were weak for what had happened. You didn’t want Steve to perceive you that way. You doubt he would, Bucky never treated you differently. 

“Not a fun answer, sorry.” You say with a nervous laugh, trying to break the tension. Bucky shifts uncomfortably, as if regretting his question. You open your mouth to comfort him - to tell him it’s fine. But Steve speaks up instead. 

“You should kiss me instead.” Steve suddenly says. You turn, giving him a bewildered look. 

“What?” You cough out. Was he trying to cover for the awkward tension? Make Bucky feel better by making himself the fool of the situation? 

“So you have a fun answer, for drinking games.” He continues, looking up to meet your gaze with a cheeky smile. Oh. He was joking. Obviously. You try to cover the blush that has flooded your cheeks by taking another swig from your drink. Obviously he was joking. There's still a small prick of hurt in your chest, that he would joke about that. Maybe a part of you would’ve said yes, even if it was absurd. Your tipsy brain liked the attractive boys in your apartment, was that so much of a crime? 

“How many drinks have you had?” You laugh, trying to hide your own embarrassment. 

“Probably too many to be playing a drinking game.” Bucky teases, eyes focused directly on Steve. You wonder if Bucky was also upset by that comment, considering Steve was his boyfriend. They had discussed their poly nature with you before, but you never thought they looked at you in that way. They saw you as a friend, one they sometimes flirted with… and cuddled in bed with? God, you were confused. 

Steve opens his mouth to continue to joke around, but Bucky’s phone starts ringing. He frowns at the screen, glancing up at Steve with an annoyed expression. 

“It’s Clint, should we take bets on what’s gone wrong? I swear we can’t leave for one night.” He grumbles, picking up the call and walking into the kitchen. Steve hums as he thinks, you watching as he drums his fingers on his thigh. 

“Some fresher has probably put a hole in the wall.” Steve says to you, while you shake your head. 

“Why wouldn’t he just tell you when you got back? I think it’s going to be something to do with Sam and Wanda.” You suggest. You could imagine how the world would spiral if Sam and Wanda had a fight, the two of them clung to each other at parties. Even if they weren’t official, everyone knew. 

“Oh, yeah? Maybe Natasha’s had another one of her meltdowns.” Steve chuckles, you roll your eyes. 

“I swear she hates me.” You mutter, finishing the last of your bottle with a sigh. 

“I wouldn’t take it personally, she hates everyone.” Steve laughs, neatly shuffling the cards back into a stack. You watch his fingers as he slides the cards back into the cardboard pack. 

“Except for Yelena.” You cut in, Steve nods with a hum.

“Lets pray that Kate never breaks up with her, god could you imagine that?” Steve laughs, looking up at you. 

“God, Kate would be dead, like, instantly.” You giggle. 

The two of you pause when Bucky comes back into the room, a worried frown across his face. Something bad must have happened, Bucky didn’t often look as dressed as he did at that moment. You slide your empty bottle onto the table. 

“What happened?” You ask, turning so you’re facing him. Bucky sighs, running his hand through his hair. You had noticed he did that when he was stressed about something, a nervous thing. You suddenly have the strong urge to reach out and comfort him. 

“Walker. He turned up uninvited, started smashing shit. He was just looking for a fight.” Bucky sighs. You now understand why he was so on edge. John Walking, ruining everything per usual. You are suddenly glad you decided you were too tired for the party. Enduring him on campus was bad enough. 

“Shit. Is everyone okay?” You ask, standing. Steve rubs his face, making a noise of disbelief. 

“Apparently Natasha gave him hell. They managed to kick him out but he smashed up some of the stuff in the kitchen.” Bucky chuckles a bit, you can tell he’s trying to de-escalate any stress that might surface. 

“We should probably head back then.” Steve sighs, standing. You glance between the two boys. 

“Do you want me to come?” You offer, stepping closer to Bucky. He shakes his head, sending a long look at Steve who frowns. You’d learnt some of the silent looks they gave each other, and that was definitely a ‘we’ll talk later’ look. 

“What?” You question, did something worse happen that they were hiding from you? 

“I didn’t want to say anything… but he was looking for you. Sounds like he got drunk and decided to get revenge about the suspension shit. Probably best if you stayed home, just in case he comes back.” Bucky grumbles, you feel Steve move closer.

“Oh.” Is all you can manage. You feel numb. Exhausted. Too tired to spiral into the worry that information brought up. Steve reaches out, bundling you into his chest for a hug. 

“Just a few more days until the revenge plan. It’s gonna be alright, darling.” He murmurs into your hair as you wrap your arms around him in return. 

“I know…” You sigh. “Text me when you get back and stay safe, please.” 

You unfurl yourself from Steve, but are quickly pulled into a hug by Bucky. 

“We will.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

*

Sneaking onto campus was easy, thanks to some of the buildings being open all hours. Security didn’t really question your small group as you slipped out of the 24 hour study areas, down the hall into the practice hallway. 

You had stashed most of the instruments and gear you would need earlier in the day. You had decided that sneaking around campus with a bunch of live streaming equipment and instruments wouldn’t be super inconspicuous. 

Nerves had been biting at you all day, squeezing your chest and making you feel sick. Some of the others shared your stress, while some like Scott and Clint seemed to be having a great time. Steve and Bucky would send you reassuring glances, as well as gentle touches to ground you when they sensed your anxiety got the better of you. 

Everything was set up, Clint and Scott were fiddling with the last of the live stream setup. Sharon was warming up her voice, MJ and Peter muttering between each other, Steve and Bucky hanging by the drum set. Loki was guarding the door with his usual scowl. 

You had laughed nervously when Clint and Scott had shoved a couch in front of the door, stacking a couple chairs on top as a barricade. It was almost guaranteed that the administration would see the stream as soon as it went live. The barricade would buy you a couple extra minutes before security barged in. 

You let out a long exhale as Clint and Scott motioned that they were going live. Everyone quickly shifted into place as you tapped the microphone to make sure it was on and ready. A few words of encouragement were thrown around as Scott counted you down. One deep breath and you were speaking. 

“We’re live streaming today because we need your help.” You start, looking past the microphone into the camera. 

“In the description, comments and also in the title of this livestream you can find a link. This link will lead you to a video, as well as a petition. All we ask is that you watch the video and sign the petition. You can watch the video now, or you can keep watching the livestream and watch it afterwards. 

The petition we are presenting is to have our fellow classmate John Walker suspended from campus and face repercussions for his actions. John has displayed a pattern of violent behavior which has been ignored by College Administration as well as the Board. It is also a high possibility that they have both been paid off to allow John to keep his spot in the College.

In the video we have interviewed a group of victims, all of which are asking for the College and John Walker to take accountability. This video also includes my own personal experience with not only John - who attacked me - but also with the College. Not only was I denied a spot to testify at John’s suspension meeting, but the Head of the College, Tony Stark, implied that I had invited the violence against me. 

There are more details in the video, as well as documents detailing all of these experiences with John and the Board attached to the petition. Please check them both out, in the meantime we’re going to play you a song!” 

You turn back to the group with a nervous smile, Bucky nodding as he taps his drumsticks together to count you down. 

“This song is dedicated to John Walker, thank you.” You speak into the mic with a nervous smile. 

The music starts around you, Steve taking the lead with the electric guitar and Bucky hitting on the drums. Sharon and you both start on vocals, MJ on the bass doing the backup vocals when needed. The song is an easy pace at the start, you know later it will become a lot faster as the punk rock elements come in. You had chosen this song specifically because it had a lot of energy to it, as well as having some pointed lyrics. 

You’re thankful for the music, feeling some of the stress and anxiety drain from your body as your focus on the performance. 

The music fades slightly as it is your turn to solo the lyrics. The section wasn’t super hard, just required you to belt a bit which Sharon wasn’t as good at. You had the breath work to propel your voice quite loudly, whereas Sharon leaned more soft-girl indie these days. 

Isn’t it hard when you're spoiled rotten?

Got another luxury problem problem!

As you were belting, the music comes back in fast. Sharon and MJ come in helping with the vocals. As you’re singing, you catch Loki making worried gestures at Scott and Clint. You can see the seats and couches pressed up against the door rattling, like someone is trying to push inside the room. 

You send a worried glance in Steve’s direction. Despite being concentrated on his guitar, he sends a nod of acknowledgement to you. The door could burst open at any moment, security pouring in and shutting it down before the song was finished. The song wasn’t super important, it was more to just keep the livestream running and grabbing as much traction as possible. 

Even though I'm alright

I like to sit and pity myself because it hurts

As if on cue, as the vocal drop out for the instrumental section, the door finally pushes open. The chairs stacked on the couch clatter to the ground as the couch is shoved out of the way. Loki dodges out of the way of some security, ducking behind the camera with Scott and Clint. 

Stark walks in, alongside a group of security. He sighs, motioning for the security to drag Scott, Clint and Loki out. They give the security some trouble, slipping out of their grasp and laughing at their serious faces. 

“Ah, The Head of College has decided to join us!” You announce into the microphone, over the guitar and drums. You don’t know where you found this confidence, maybe it was just the music fueling your rage. 

“Shut it down now, you’ve had your fun!” Stark shouts over the music, attempting to grab the camera. He’s shoved away by Scott, who is still running circles around security. 

“Tell me, Mr. Stark. Are you also taking bribes like the Board?” You ask with a grin. Stark gives you an exasperated sigh, grabbing the camera. The tripod slips, knocking the camera sideways. You would still be in the footage, except from a low angle on the floor and sideways. The audio is still going through clearly, the instrumental coming to an end as Sharon takes over your singing section, seeing that you’re occupied. 

What do you do when they're all after you?

What can you say? Your life is shit today!

“That’s enough!” Stark shouts, stepping onto the stage. He attempts to grab the guitar from Steve, but he just dodges, continuing to play. You stand in Stark’s way, blocking him from Peter and Bucky as he continues on his warpath. Sharon and MJ are still screaming into the mic, grinning as they enjoy the scene playing out. 

“We tried discussing this with you in private, but I guess we had to get your attention another way.” You say in a singsong voice, laughing as he snatches the mic from you and marches off the stage. 

“Turn it off!” He snaps at some of the security, who look between each other in confusion. 

You idols idolize you, all you friends despise you

Your life is shit, cuz you’re living it!

Moving back to the main microphone, you continue singing with Sharon as the lyrical section comes to an end. The security guards have given up on trying to catch the boys, instead fighting to unplug the livestream from the power plugs. 

As the song draws to a close, you snatch the mic from its stand, departing the stage to crouch in front of the toppled over camera. 

“Remember to watch the video and sign the petition!” You say with a grin, before you’re roughly grabbed by security who haul you towards the door. Chaos ensues as the last of the livestream captures the shouting and scuffle as you are all thrown from the practice room. One of the security pulls a plug and the livestream goes dead. 

“Sorry Peter, we’re definitely getting suspended.” You sigh to the boy, who just sheepishly smiles at you in return.

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

Asks

@princess-paramour you sent me a bunch of asks (and said you were sorry cause it was all of them; i don’t believe you’re sorry btw 😂) but i somehow lost it so here they are

what song makes you feel better? We All Need Jesus by Danny Gokey ft Koryn Hawthorne

what’s your feel-good movie? Enola Holmes

what’s your favorite candle scent? Anything semisweet or semiearthy

what flower would you like to be given? Sweet William. They symbolize love, affection, passion, admiration, finesse, gallantry and heartbreak/lost love.

who do you feel most you around? My family (moms side), friends at church and my moots

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical). I’ve heard a lot of girls say they like guys who are tall, dark and handsome. Well I’m a 5’7” African American who has gorgeous parents soo 😊. Nonphysical — I’m socially aware, I’m doing well in my relationship with Jesus and I’m accepting of people who are different from me 💜

what color brings you peace? Turquoise

tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. @princess-paramour, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @lucyandethel, @slyth3rin-princess, @mad-elia, @innerloverpainter, @illusiono, @steveharringtonlovesme, @hopefulmillennial, @george-weasleys-girl, @thebestieyoureinlovewith, @jahbutterflykisses331, @quickslvxr, @diorgirl444

what calms you down? Breathing

what’s something you’re excited for? Ima maybe see my aunt during Easter break ♥️

what’s your ideal date? Eating out, walking together, laughing together

how are you? I’m alive and blessed so I suppose i can’t complain

what’s your comfort food? Ice Cream Cake 🎂

favorite feel-good show? Family Reunion on Netflix

for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word. @princess-paramour you gotta give me some emojis first 😂

compliment the person who sent you this number. Kate you are absolutely marvelous. You’re kind, chill, funny, hot cute, flirty — everyone who knows you is blessed. Whether they know it or not

fairy lights or LED lights? Fairy Lights are just so much more magical

do you still love stuffed animals? Absolutely (i’ll send you a picture of Zsofia if you want)

most important thing in your life? Jesus, my friends/mutuals and my family.

what do you want most in the world right now? World Peace ✌🏿

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

what would you say to your future self? We can stay forever young.

favorite piece of clothing? Hoodies!! I know it’s a stereotype that boys love hoodies (and girls love to steal them) but i absolutely love my hoodies 🥰

what’s something you do to de-stress? Get on Tumblr, talk to you, pray, read et cetera

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

what movie would you want to live in? Enola Holmes

which character would you want to be? Tewkesbury ♥️. Like him I’m a lover rather than a fighter but I can still get tough if i — or even worse someone i love — am threatened

hugs or hand-holding? I heard on a survey that one thing girls wished their boyfriends/husbands would do more is hold their hand. I, however, am horrified to do so. I want to but i get scared out of my mind. Irl my like biggest fear in relationships is being to forward (which is absurd honestly cause i feel like everyone on the planet if more forward than me). But hugging is something i always have felt comfortable do. My… “ex” (in quotes cause technically we didn’t date and she technically she had a boyfriend but like… 🤷🏾) actually said she was obsessed and in love with my hugs so… ♥️

morning, afternoon or night? Afternoon for sure (only time im not sleepy)

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)? Pictures of autumn; sweaters; deer; creeks; books

[adamsvanrhijn]

Oscar steals all the covers and John sometimes complains/broods about it, but sometimes he likes to let Oscar do whatever he wants to. Oscar runs cold occassionally (when he forgets to eat) and John is of lukewarm stable temperature. Oscar sometimes wakes up early but only because he's a restless creature and wakes John up too by making noise at like 6AM. John loves early slow mornings but Oscar doesn't get the appeal of something like that.

i truly think a great deal of their vibe is that a lot of the time john is genuinely totally happy to go with the flow and let oscar do whatever he wants, not in the least because as tumblr user @whartonists astutely pointed out in a fanfiction last year, "whatever oscar wants" usually has john involved somehow, and so he is fine with this status quo until either of two things happens:

all the self-compromising john makes such a habit of with literally everyone gets to be Just emotionally weighty enough to tip the scale to being an unacceptable way of living his life, and he would like oscar to let Him do whatever he wants now actually (this concept is particularly enhanced by ascribing certain modern psychiatric diagnostic terms to him)

oscar wants something else that john [feels that he] cannot be a part of

at which point every bet is off....

i have said this before but i feel like a lot of their relationship conflict probably surfaces as like. getting annoyed about something that does not matter and, crucially, is not worth breaking up over, and fighting about That instead of whatever it is they actually need to fight about, because that is Safer and they feel comfortable in not having to face any consequences or actually risk anything with each other.... and that energy probably gets them somehow into "i remember why i love you"? maybe?

which all comes back to your ask BECAUSE. i feel like if john is complaining about the covers he probably doesn't actually care about the covers (the covers poll and the temperature poll are related to each other!!!) there is something else going on.... like it would be Nice if oscar didn't do that, but he does, and john is used to that and they still get to spoon and everything so normally he doesn't care but sometimes he does because he is tired of everything always being what oscar wants etc etc.... and oscar is always like well it was fine before

and it either wasn't actually fine before and it is a communication issue or it was fine before but john changed his mind about it being fine before because something else is giving him bitch eating crackers syndrome about his boyfriend

i have thought more about these guys than Anybody on the planet needs to

as for the rest of your ask!!!

obsessed of course with "of lukewarm stable temperature". oscar being cold because today he is subsisting on a bird/toddler diet of like, grapes and other things he can casually & disrespectfully put in his mouth without thinking about it and hasn't eaten anything substantial is a marvelous take though i do feel like his victorian life is probably regimented enough that it doesn't happen toooo often

(20th century alternate universe and later he is really bad at food though i feel. in terms of like. he is actually totally normal about food and doesn't think about it and that is pretty positive for him, but he simply does not have a consistent and well balanced diet. whereas on the other hand i totally made up that john is really good at having a consistent and well balanced diet but not at being normal about food.) (you didn't ask about and probably don't care about any of this sorry!)

your waking up takes interest me......... restless oscar is a good point!!! i feel like i myself have thought oscar must be difficult to get out of bed and then once he gets up he needs to start his every day mode of movement that is low key parkour on every surface, and then once that is happening he has ruined any chance going Back to bed, which he doesn't like but what can you do, but john Can go back to bed if he wants and sometimes he does want to because he just wants to hang out and snuggle and maybe more because they don't have to be anywhere today 🥺👉👈

i feel like oscar can be Kept in bed but cannot be coaxed To bed very easily unless he decides that is what he wants.... it's like taking a shower.

[burpfrog]

Beauty and the Beat | Part 3

Thanks for tuning in again! I also cannot for the life of me figure out the directions I want to take with this fic so I’ll keep the main story line running over here while I move my edited work over to @currentfication, so hop on over if you prefer something a little more polished and less ~chaotic~ but anyhoo I very much appreciate y’all for hanging out!

Kirsten and Latrice was grinning ear to ear when they saw CB the next morning, ready for the newest update. “We we’re just chatting, sadly no juicy gossip for y’all.” CB offered up a crumb of information, hoping that the prodding would soon cease.

“And the crowd goes mild,” Latrice complained as she rolled her eyes. “Come back to us when you have some tea to offer.”

“Well I sure hope there was no action going on last night, you haven’t forgotten about your turn to hold the workshop today have ya?” Kirsten asked.

CB shook her head no and walked them through her lesson plan for later that day, “…I’m hoping I get enough time to set up while you take your last break, I did managed to get the last workshop of the day so I’ll have plenty of time to pack up.” The other girls nodded as they follow along.

“That sounds exciting!” The duo beamed. Bada walked in at that time, curiously joining the conversation.

“What’s exciting?” She interjected.

“Eh, let’s call it a surprise, everyone has been providing insightful workshops I thought I’d do something fun for all of us tonight,” CB trailed off as the next workshop begun, ready for the gruelling challenges ahead.

Pondering for a quick moment, Bada think she has an idea of what CB’s workshop is going to be. This woman hasn’t once taken off her heels - does she not get blisters? - surely the workshop is going to be hell dance class. She’s been to a few of Redlic’s classes, so the idea of attending someone else’s heels dance class sounds fun. After all it’s not everyday that Bada gets to dance with heels on.

After six hours of practices, CB really started to doubt if putting herself last is a good idea. As her peers made their way out the room for an hour break, she dragged her duffel bag into the center of the room and initiated the process of setting up. She skilfully attached the metal pieces into one, and proceeded to secure each one to the ceiling of the studio.

When the hour long break wraps up, the dancers returned to the studio, now with eight extra metal poles. The dancers gasped, thrilled to be trying something new. Bada was no exception, curious to try the sport out herself; that is, until CB walked past and she nearly snapped her neck turning around.

To teach pole dancing, there needs to be maximum grip between the thighs and pole, hence minimum clothing on the legs. Her long legs accentuated by the heels, a litter of tattoo trailing down her legs, circled by the dragon from Spirited Away. She’s taken off the hoodie, replacing it with a oversized crop top barely covering her sports bra; the ink continued upwards, spreading through her torso and back. Bada was looking at everything else in an attempt to not be checking out her body, which proved itself hard as CB hopped onto a pole to address the group.

Bada was only half paying attention as CB introduced herself as the newest member of Jam Republic Agency, her gaze following CB as she moves around fluidly while barely clothed. It’s truly a sight, a mix of hyper femininity and masculinity alike, someone who utilised the aesthetic of both gender as well as Bada herself does. Bada can’t help but marvel at how closely their vibes resemble each other’s, yet total polar opposite at the same time.

CB noticed a staring figure towards the back of the room and came into eye contact with Bada. She chuckled and threw a wink at her, snapping the latter out of her trance. “I’m sorry I didn’t have enough poles for us today, but hopefully we can take turns and have some fun!” CB wrapped up her introduction and begun to show the group the basic lifting techniques and a few tips to avoid injury.

She went around to give out helpful advices and demonstrated how to do tricks for those that mastered the lifting skills, eventually stopping in front of Bada. Noticing her difficulty to climb, CB leaned over and whispered “I think you’re wearing too love, maybe try again without the pants?” Pointing at her baggy jeans, CB couldn’t help but tease.

“Stop teasing me, aren’t you supposed to be teaching us useful skills?” Bada pouted, fighting back a blush forming at her cheeks. CB laughed and ran off, then quickly returning with a few bags in hand.

“Meet Elordi, Gigi, and Sydney,” CB addressed each heels. “They’re PU leather and should help with the climbing.”

“First of all, just how many pairs of these do you own? Also you named them?” Bada blurted, “I don’t think I’ll fit in these.”

“It’s an open-toed size, gives you two sizes in the front and two in the back,” CB quoted her comfort show, “no but for real I’m sure you’ll be fine. Give it a try.” CB bent over and slid the shoes onto Bada, smirking when she zipped up the heels. “There you go Princess,” she continued her attempt with flirting and extended a hand to help her stand up.

Although Bada’s body control is usually superb, standing up with the heels at more than 6 feet did made her stumble forward, CB swiftly catching her in her arms. “Did you planned for this too?” The dancer asked jokingly as she straightened herself from CB’s embrace.

“Oh absolutely. May I have this dance, Princess?” CB resumed her flirting when Bada found her balance. The dancer have such lovely lashes from this angle, the flirt quickly pointed that out to her.

“Eh I don’t know, maybe I’m too tall for heels,” Bada whined, uncomfortable at the proximity to the ceiling.

“Nonsense, all girls need at least a pair of good heels, makes changing lightbulb a hell lot easier.” She jokingly finished, but dead serious about the part where all women deserves to feel like a girl once in a while. The dancer’s tensed shoulders eased a little as she took a few more steps. “Now you should be able to climb without needing to strip off - although I would very much like to see that.”

Bada was surprised that the PU leather did indeed helped with the climbing, and CB muttered something along the line of ‘I’m always right’ before walking off to the other dancers, assisting where needed.

When the workshop wrapped up, most dancers were still having fun spinning on the poles. CB decided to leave for a quick smoke before packing the metal poles down, allowing the dancers to have a little more fun.

After a short blunt, CB returned to Akanen and Ling rallying the girls up for a strip show. The girls have borrow Sydney and Elordi, respectively, and have set up seats in front of the poles.

“LET’S GOOOOO!!! SERVE CUNTTTTTT!!!” CB cheered on the girls as they are wilding amongst themselves to Saweetie’s Best Friend. Someone has turned off the lights to the studio, and the make shift stage is illuminated by phone torches and a line night light that one must have brought from their room. The girls utilised the tricks they’ve picked up earlier on, and is laughing way too hard while attempting to balance on a metal structure. Ling successfully landed a spin on the pole, and the room erupted into cheers.

After a few turns from different dancers, alcohol have started to emerge in the studio. Seeing that everyone is of age and the workshop has long since wrapped up, no one seemed to mind the sneaky drinks here and there.

“CB! Get your ass up on the pole!” Kirsten hollered at the newbie. The Jam Republic Agency members begun to chant the newcomer’s name until CB found her way in front of the crowd.

“Ok ok I see how it is - hazing the newbie.” The group all laughed as CB changed the song to Ashnikko’s playlist, hopping onto the pole effortlessly. As Bada took a sip of the alcohol handed to her, she almost choked at the sight of CB on the pole, dangling upside down while spinning. Her world was silent for a brief moment, butterflies in her stomach with an all-too-familiar feelings she’s had.

The shenanigans went on for a little longer, until someone from the crowd, obviously a little tipsy and slurring, started demanding for lap dances. “LAP DANCE LAP DANCE LAP DANCE” the group chanted.

CB laughed and complied, relieved by the welcoming and lively environment; coming from a non-music background, she was dreading not having a place amongst the professionals. “Kirsten girl come on,” the blue haired girl demanded, imitating the dancer’s ‘main rival’ from that dance show she was on a few months prior. Following the uproar, the Kiwi pulled up a chair close to the pole CB was on.

The dance routine was risqué and suggestive, and the two girls was giggling all through the performance. A few bars into the song, CB politely asked the sitting girl if she’s okay with her sitting on her lap, and Kirsten gladly accepted the offer. “Holy shit babes I feel like I’m in a club right now sans the actual stripping part, are you sure you don’t want to get tipped for this?” Kirsten said as she pulled out some coins.

The former stripper let out a laugh and suggested “Maybe make it rain, not make it hail.”

Everyone was having great fun with the ass shaking and provocative dancing, aside from Bada who, even to her own surprise, felt a tinge of jealousy. Before she knew it, she have made herself rather close to the front of the performance, watching every floor-humps and twerkings.

Out of the corner of CB’s eyes she noticed the blonde girl approaching, and leaned forward to whisper at Kirsten. “Sorry babes I’ll need you to move along, my main chick has arrived.” Kirsten’s eyes widen in understanding and hummed in agreement.

“You’re up next,” Kirsten stood up and pulled Bada into the chair in one swift motion. Before the long haired blonde dancer had noticed what’s going on, she was seated into a metal folding chair, inches away from CB’s thighs. One moment she was ravelling in a trance of jealousy, the next thing she realised was making eye contact with an inked dragon, with CB’s shorts riding dangerously high up her ass cheeks and Miss Nectarine playing in the background.

CB mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ to Kirsten before tuning into the music and the dancer in front of her, cheeks flushed from alcohol. Her lips looked so edible right now CB had to quickly wipe the corner of her mouth to make sure she isn’t drooling.

Bada watched as CB snap herself into the dance routine during the first few beats, her facial expression turned from cheerful laughter to pure seduction with a quick heel click. Her hand glided down the pole sensually, her back slowly arching forward. With the help of her other hand she swiftly swung herself around and remained hovering in that posture for a few turns, before smoothly landing into a split. The crowd erupted into a series of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’, some even clapping, but it all seemed like white noise to Bada as CB maintained eye contact whilst slowly crawling towards her.

“May I?” She gently enquired the blonde in the seat before sitting on her lap with her head leaned backwards onto her shoulder. The dancer have previously shared some close contact dances with other performers, but this is a first for her as her cheeks flushed red and her heart thumping - and she’s pretty sure it’s not because of the alcohol.

The two minute song felt way too short as CB stood up from the dancer, jaw hung in shock by the titillating act. CB noticed the flustered girl’s attempt at composing herself and tipped her hat brim downward to help hide her rosy cheeks. She then quickly bowed at the audiences as she pulled Ling back onto the pole. “Your turn Ling, I need a smoke.”

CB shuffled through the crowd and made her way to her usual hide out, pulling out the essentials. That little lap dance stunt that she pulled just now was not just blood-tingling for the famous dancer, being that close to her was an equally electrifying experience to CB. Pulling off that feat without stumbling - especially when she was looking right back at her like that - CB quickly rolled a blunt to clear some unholy thoughts from her mind.

The door creaked open and Bada poked her head through the gap, walking out once she confirmed that the producer is once again curled up in the seat. “What was that all about?” She asked with a smirk as she approached.

“My feeble at seducing you, Princess,” CB said while gesturing tipping a hat.

The tall dancer took up the empty seat next to CB, leaning towards the girl, her face now inches away from hers. “Well it worked, so what’s next?” She said breathily, slowly glancing down at her lips.

CB chuckled a little and tucked a loose strand of the dancer’s blonde hair behind her ears. Leaning forward to close the gap, she whispered in her ears “Well then let’s get to work.”

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I knowwwww this chapter is kind of a huge ass mess - I may or may not be distracted by writing smut for next chapter? 🫣 I promise I will try to come back and edit it after I get some sleep in tonight 🙇🏻‍♀️ anyhoo thank you again for sticking around!