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gyusfavlibra · 3 months

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DON’T CALL ME THAT | JOHNNY SUH IMAGINE

PAIRINGS: female YouTuber! x Johnny suh!

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

"What's up yall, welcome back to my channel. If you're new here, my name is Y/n. And welcome to my YouTube.

So the idea for today is to pull a prank. If you're on my channel a lot, you know I pull tons of pranks on my boyfriend and family.

We're both really big joksters so I really like to just take every opportunity possible to get him before he gets me.

So as of now, Johnny is playing video games with a few of his best friends online. I wanted something that would lower his mood for a better reaction but something he wouldn’t take as serious after I reveal that it’s a prank.

Now, if you follow Johnny and his group, NCT, then you know they all love to call each other "bro". Johnny and I don't really have big pet names besides our nicknames and "babe". I just think they're weird, but I have never once called him bro so he'll definitely notice right away.

At least I'd hope so. I'm gonna just try an play it like like normal. Act like I did nothing wrong and go from there. I think we'll get a very good reaction which will be great, because that's what we want.

So before we start, like and subscribe. And leave prank ideas down below for next time.

*transition😐🖕*

Setting up a camera, Y/n made sure it could record the part of the room they both sat on. It captured a wide view of the area. Pleasing the wanted expectation.

Giving the camera a thumbs up, Y/n sat on the bed, placed behind Johnny's small gaming set up with his PS5 and computer he used quite a bit. Whether it was work or just free time fun.

Minutes had passed before Y/n decided to actually start anything. Giving the mood a moment to chill before it got tense.

She sat in a laying down position so her side was aligned with the camera sat on the dresser. Tapping the busy guy on the games' shoulder, she pointed to her blue transparent water bottle on the desk. Johnny uncovered one ear.

"Can you please hand me that?"

Obeying her question, Johnny picked up the closed item and handed it over. "Thanks bro."

The words kind of echoed in his ear. Causing his eyes to linger on hers for a second before ignoring it and turning back to the game. Y/n looked over to the camera and snickered. She didn’t think she’d have this much excitement jolting through her body so fast. But she was definitely wrong.

She motioned a shushing action to the device before pretending to act serious once again. Y/n scrolled through a couple things on her Instagram discovery page before calling out.

"Hey bro, do we have any ramyeon left? I’m so hungry.”

Johnny stated a hold response to the online gamers he played with, and turned around. He pulled a headphone piece off one hear and looked dead at Y/n looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"What?"

He decided to chuckle. "What'd you say?"

"I asked if there was leftovers? I’m hungry.”

He didn't reply instead glared at her with the fake smile he tried his best to keep plastered so Y/n didn't think there was something wrong. "Bro, what?"

"Y/n, don't do that," he dryly laughed again.

It took everything in her to not laugh herself. Which the need successfully passed but who knew how long before it does a 180 and comes back.

"Do we have ramyeon or not?" the individual asked, pulling at her bottom lip.

Johnny puts the ear piece back on and waved his hand at Y/n. "In the fridge."

"Thanks, bro."

The boyfriend sighed. Rubbing his hair through his dark brown hair. The fake smile was now far gone. Not liking the friendly pet name. Y/n climbed off the bed and quietly grabbed the camera. Running off to the kitchen, sure to shut the door behind her.

"Alright, so far so good guys. He's just laughing it off for now, which most of you guys know that Johnny will fake laugh when he’s uncomfortable. Or kill you with his sharp look. And the laughs he was doing were definitely fake. Like he was upset and wanted to say something more serious, but didn't wanna start a mess or create tension. So we're good so far."

Even though grabbing food wasn't apart of the plan, Y/n grabbed some actual food anyway. Also noting that if she didn't, he'd question it.

Y/n was sure to hide the camera in the kitchen just in case he came out or the scenes moved to another area since the view in the kitchen overlooked their whole shared apartment. That included, dining area living room, and the hallway which led to their bedroom and bathroom.

Minutes had passed of Y/n preparing food, Johnny had noticed her timed disappearance and came out into the food area to view her hungry progress.

"You want some?"

He shook his head. Instead grabbing a soda out their cooled containment. "Okay, bro."

Y/n sat in a chair at the dining table. Beginning to chew away at her food. Johnny clapped his hand down on the counter with a huff before joining her.

"Damn, brooo, this is so good, bro."

He stared at his phone blankly, wanting so desperately to address his issue, though he held it back for a second. But only for so long.

Y/n, stared at something random before giggling then placing a fist over her lips. "BROOOOO, LOOK AT THIS!"

She turned their phone to Johnny, showing a fanart piece of one of his bandmates. He nodded to the art piece and flicker his orbs to his lover. "Damn, bro, that was so cool."

He tossed his phone down onto the glass table.

"Y/n."

"Hm."

"Why do you keep doing that?"

She stared at his blankly. Mouth full of chewed food. "Doin’ what?"

"Don't act clueless. You know what you're doing?"

"Do I? I thought I was just enjoying my food and looking at art. Bro, like, what's the problem?"

"Y/n, stop fuc- stop doing that."

"Bro," she set her chopsticks down into the bowl of noodles. "Seriously, Johnny, what am I doing?"

"Don't call me that."

"What? Johnny?"

"No. The other thing?"

She looked around, pretending to not know exactly what he was talking about which made this even funnier. She almost laughed but pulled it off by clearing her throat then drinking water from the glass beside her.

"Bro, I don't get it-"

"Y/n, don't call me that. I'm not kidding."

"Call you what-"

"Bro," he exclaimed. "Don't call me bro. Seriously don't do that."

"Bro? Why not?"

He shook his head. Pulling her bowl of food into his direction. "You don't get to call me bro.

"Why?"

He stole a bite. Passing it back. Johnny swallowed the food and waved his finger side to side. "Only friends call people bro. We're not friends."

"Uh-," she hiccups. Holding a hand over her heart. "We aren't friends?"

"No. We are dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Lover and lover. You're not suppose to call each other "bro"."

"But I like it."

"I do not care. Don't do it again."

"Bro, wh-"

"Y/N! STOP!”

She giggled. Holding her hands out with a shrug. "WHAT? There's nothing wrong with it!"

"There's everything wrong with it! If you don't wanna call me babe, love, or whatever then call me by my name or anything, but do not call me bro. I hate it."

"Mark does it?"

"Mark is my friend."

She sat back, a good tiny idea popping in her head. "Wait, so If I break up with you, I can call you bro?"

Johnny went into full blank space mode. Absolutely shocked by her question, even more shocked that she would even have the guts to ask him that, let alone think of it.

"Stop. It's not funny.”

"Bro, I'm just-“

Johnny arose from the table, grabbing his phone to shove it into his pocket. He exited the room which caused Y/n to laughed out loud. Finally not able to hold her laugh in no more.

"Wait! Bro, Johnny!"

Grabbing the camera, she ran into the bedroom where he had previously gone. Sitting back in his gaming chair. She came up behind him and wrapped an arm around him from behind, placing a kiss on his cheek. Which he seemed numb towards. "B-"

"Don't-“

"I'm not. I was gonna say babe. Look, it's just a prank. Look-"

"Stop," he nudged his head to the side. Y/n laughed again, peppering kisses on his cheek. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Forgive me!"

"No."

"Awe man, guess I'll give my love to someone else.”

"You gonna call them bro too?" he asked, followed by a chuckle.

"Please forgive me!" she yelled in tiny. Nuzzling her nose on his cheek. Johnny turned to look at her. Noticing her beautiful giggly side that he couldn't lie, he did love it very much.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you."

His cheeks began turning a bright pink. "Again."

"I love you."

"Okay, you're forgiven."

Johnny grabs the camera holding it outward so they could film the outro together. But his idea of that scene was different than a usual one.

"Okay, she got me yall. I was mad. Like and subscribe. Comment team Johnny because I will get her back later on. Just saying."

"You're mean.'

Johnny smiled and pecked her lips. "And that's the outro. Bye bye."

#johhnysuh #nct #nctimagine #kpop imagines #johnny suh x reader #nct127 #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 scenarios #johnny suh x you

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m4ng0-gh0st · 4 months

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Request: Do you think you could do a smut with the weasley twins where the reader picks on gay students to hides their feelings and the twins teach him a lesson or something??? 😀😀😀😀

Character as bot for this:

Weasley twins x Male reader

Content: Gay amab male identifying reader. There is no sex. Not really a lot of homophobic remarks otherwise y/n would sound like a elementary school bully. Sub reader, Dom twins.

It was lunch at Hogwarts and you were picking on the well known gay kid (Not going into detail otherwise we will have some dhar man ass lines)

The twins spotted you from across the room and they decided to put a stop to this so they approach you.

Fred slings his arm over your shoulder. “Hey, they’re L/N, mind if we have a word?” He asks already pulling you away anyways without you answering yet.

George and Fred drag you to an empty classroom. George slams the door behind you and they lock the door so you can’t escape. They turn to you, crossing their arms in disappointment.

"What the hell you guys" You say with a frown. This wasn't ideal... Being in alone in a room with the two guys who you've worked so hard to repress your feelings for.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know why we brought you in here.” George says, raising an eyebrow as he speaks. They weren’t too impressed with you.

“So, tell us,” Fred says, he reaches over and grabs you by the chin forcibly making you look at him. “Why do you find it so entertaining to make fun of gay students?”

"Don't touch me" You snap as you move your face away from his hand. “Because I can” You most definitely weren’t going to tell

them the reason why you made fun of those kids. You’ve worked too hard for it all to crumble now.

“So you bully them because you can?” Fred repeats, crossing his arms again. “That’s messed up you know that?”

“Yes.” George agrees with Fred. “Why do you have to make fun of them just because they’re different?”

“Are you scared?” Fred taunts with an amused smirk. “Are you scared that you might be gay and that’s why you feel the need to make fun of them so no one would ever think something like that about you?”

“As if.” You say with a scoff… but the look in your eyes and your body language gave you a way…

“Yeah?” George snickers and walks over to you, forcing your chin up as Fred did earlier. “You sure you’re not?” He asks, his body almost pressed against yours. He leans in and is just a few centimeters away from your face. “Are you sure you’re not, Y/N?” He smirks, knowing full well you probably had a lot of internalized homophobia due to possibly being gay yourself.

“Me? Gay? t-that’d impossible” You say trying to hold your ground… Trying so hard to keep them from uncovering your secret… but the way you stuttered, the slight blush on your face and the way your breath hitched at the feeling of how close George was gave you away…

“Mmm…” George hums quietly, bringing his other hand up to you face and tilting your head. “You’re a really bad liar…” He whispers. Both of the twins look down at you amused.

Fred leans against a desk, crossing his arms. “Tell me…” He starts, tilting his head slightly. “How does it feel to bully someone for something you are yourself?”

“I’m not gay! I’m not some fucking fairy” You snap, you’ve worked so hard and now it was call crumbling before you…

George scoffs at that. “Really? You’re not, huh?” He taunts once again, moving a hand down and placing it under your shirt, his cold hand against your skin.

“You have so much internalized homophobia that you feel the need to bully others in the closet?” Fred asks, raising an eyebrow.

A soft little involuntary whine escapes you at George’s hand… Fuck…. All the work for nothing… All thanks to the two men who caused this…

“Yeah? Whining are you?” George asks, a small, amused smile forming on his lips. “You like that when it’s us, huh?” He mutters quietly.

Fred smirks at this, watching your reaction. He was getting some more clarification on why exactly you bullied gay students. He crosses his arms once again after pushing himself off of the table and walked over to you.

“Stop…” You mumble out… You were still trying so hard to stop your defense from crumbling apart…

“You want us to stop?” George asks and Fred leans in and places small kisses all over your neck.

“Are you sure you want us to stop?” Fred whispers against your skin between butterfly kisses.

Your eyes close and your brows furrow… You open your mouth to say something but you can’t form the right words… A whimper escapes you instead…

“You’re absolutely adorable when you’re all flustered.” Fred says, biting down on your neck to leave a hickey.

George leans in and places his lips on yours for a moment, which shuts you up rather quickly when you’re stunned with disbelief and confusion.

It takes a few seconds but soon you kiss back… You’ve been denying yourself of this for too long and now you couldn’t take it anymore...

George smiles in the kiss when you kissed back and moves one of his hands into your hair. Fred keeps leaving hickey after hickey all over your neck. He could see some small red blush creeping into your neck too and that gave him a sense of satisfaction.

A string of whines and whimpers escapes you... Fuck did this feel too good to be real...

“God..you sound so pathetic…” Fred whispers in your ear and George says as he pulls away from the kiss.

Fred moves his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him against his body as George keeps his hand in your hair, holding you gently, yet firm.

An embarrassing moan escapes you from being called pathetic... He was right... You were... But no one could exactly blame you right now... You've been repressing so many feelings and emotions and now you didn't have to... It was weird and new...

“You should see yourself…” George muttered, running a hand through your hair and pulling at the strands lightly. “You can’t help but moan at me calling you pathetic…” He muttered, his breath against your ear.

George pulls away shortly after and allows Fred to start leaving bite marks on your collarbone. Leaving dark, red and purple hickeys all over your neck for everyone to see...

“You’re so pathetic.” George repeats with a snicker when you moan. “You try so hard to hide your homosexuality with bullying others and look at you.” He says, running his cold hand down your back.

George bites down on the side of your neck, making sure to leave a mark on your skin while he moves his hands under your shirt gently brushing his fingers against your stomach.

They loved how wrecked you were because of them, yet all they had done so far was touch you...

“You’re being so good for us.” George praises quietly in your ear. “So good…” He pulls his hands away from your body and instead grabs your chin, making you look him in the eyes. “You like how we’re touching you?” He asks, looking down at you with a smirk.

“Good boy.” George whispers with a small smirk. He leans down, wrapping one hand around your throat gently and leans in giving you a slow kisses. He could feel your body trembling under his touch. He could hear your breathing pick up.

Fred keeps his hands on your waist, a smirk on his own lips. He loves seeing you like this, how much of a mess you were so easily...

The bell then suddenly rings signifying the end of lunch and that this session had to end...

George groans and pulls away from the kiss, leaning his forehead on yours for a moment. “Damn…” he muttered under a breath.

Fred sighs and steps back, sliding his hand off of your waist. “I suppose we’ll have to figure out what to do from here…” He mutters, a slight smirk on his lips. “For now though…” He cups your cheek and places a small kiss on your lips.

"Been wanting to do that but George just had to hog your lips" Fred says making George chuckle

(Hey guys sorry that this is more lime than smut but I had no idea how I was going to get there and actually write it well. Sorry it took me so long to get this out I've been sorta busy. If you've sent me a request and I haven't gotten to it I will soon since it's almost summer break.)

#male reader #male x male reader #lime #weasley twins x male reader #fred weasley #fred weasley x male reader #george weasley #george weasley x male reader

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e-dubbc11 · 1 year

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Ericca, my love. A huge congratulations on your follower celebration. You deserve every single one and a thousand more 🥳❤️

So... I wanna push you out of your comfort zone a little and request a little drabble made from a gif and I'm gonna choose our dear Rumlow 😉

But also... can I pair it with a kiss prompt? "If you win, I'll kiss you"

No pressure at all, since you haven't written for Rumlow before, but I hope this could inspire you 😁❤️

My lovely Lily,

Thank you for being such a good friend to me, you’re always so supportive and encouraging. And thank you for following me and being a part of my celebration. It means so much to me that you read my fics and our daily chats are some of the best parts of my day.

And thank you for this ask, I’m REALLY nervous about writing for Rumlow so I hope you like what I did here. Oh and it’s a little more than a drabble 🤣

Never Again

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of domestic abuse, injuries as a result of said abuse, lessons in boxing and Krav Maga, little violent.

Word Count: 3.9k-ish

Summary: You’re relatively new in town and you start working out at a nearby gym where you notice someone there that could help you with a problem from your past.

A/N: So yes this is my first time writing for Rumlow, I’m terrified but I had fun writing for someone new. And it’s a little longer than I intended but such is life! I hope you like it. And this has a very J Lo in Enough feel to it.

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You passed that building every day on your way to the gym. It was intimidating to look at even from across the water, wondering what was inside, wondering if anyone was looking down at you as you drove by the large complicated building with more windows than you could count but it was the building that he headed for every day after his workout.

Well, he did on the days that you and he finished your workouts at the same time.

Sometimes you would sneak into the part of the gym that had the boxing ring and watch him while you jumped rope, not well, but it was passable. He was amazing to watch, dominating his sparring partners with what looked like a combination of fighting styles.

Boxing, Krav Maga, Karate, and probably a few more but you didn’t know the difference. You had no idea how to fight, but you wanted to learn.

It might be helpful the next time your ex finds you because you knew there would be a next time.

The daily routine of trying to cover your bruises with makeup was exhausting and you didn’t want to do it anymore, you didn’t want to be scared anymore so you decided you were going to approach him.

He had a daunting look to him, wild brown hair, amber colored eyes, days old stubble, and his face always looked like he was filled with a dark rage but you had caught him smiling a couple of times when he wasn’t busy being cranky. So he did know how to smile but it was painfully obvious he didn’t do it very often.

After an aggressive run on the treadmill, you turned to step off and crashed right into him. He looked annoyed at first but when he looked into your eyes, his expression softened. You immediately apologized.

“Shit, I am so so sorry. Are you ok?” You asked, wiping the sweat off of your face.

Anger returned to his face when he looked at yours.

When you had wiped the sweat off of your face, you had taken some of your makeup with it, uncovering the greenish-yellow bruise around your eye that you had forgotten was there.

“Who did that to you?” He asked with a gruff tone to his voice.

Not remembering you had a bruise around your eye, you replied to his question. “Did what?”

He moved in closer and feeling his breath against your eyelashes, he gently turned your face toward the mirrors along the wall.

“That! Who did THAT to you?” He repeated again.

Quickly turning away from the mirrors and breaking away from his touch, you lied to him.

“Oh I’m just really clumsy, I walked into the corner of the door.” You said.

He seemed annoyed with your answer. “Right, if you say so, Miss. Have a good day.” And with that, he turned to leave.

But you didn’t want him to. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

“WAIT!” You called out.

He stopped, turned and waited for you to catch up to him.

“Teach me…please.” You begged. “I’ve tried restraining orders, the police, they won’t help me. I feel like you might be the only one who can…I’ve seen you fight.”

He dropped his bag from his shoulder, placed his hands on his hips, and glanced at the ground before returning his gaze to you. The heat coming from his body hit your exposed skin and sent a shiver down your spine.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and returned his arms to rest at his sides. Bending at the waist, he picked up his gym bag and started to walk away.

Your stomach dropped as you watched him walk away before he turned to look at you once again.

“Be here tomorrow…noon. I’m Brock…Rumlow. Be ready to work. If you are thirty seconds late, I’m walking.” He said.

“Of course, yes I will be here Mr. Rumlow.” You said in a shaky tone. “I’m y/n.”

Brock cracked a slight smile. “Just Brock, sweetheart. I’ll see ya tomorrow. And do me a favor…”

He closed the distance between your bodies so he could whisper in your ear.

“Leave those bruises uncovered. I want you to take one more look at them because after I’m done with you, those will be the last set of bruises he’ll ever give you.” He growled and he walked away without turning back.

You had a feeling you were in for a long afternoon tomorrow.

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The clock said 11:45.

You made sure you weren’t just on time, you were early, changed and ready to work. You saw Brock walk in and head straight for the locker room, he was dressed in what looked like tactical clothing, all black from head to toe and black boots. He noticed you waiting for him and he held up one finger as if to tell you “one minute” or “be right out.”

You had done as he requested and left all of your visible bruises uncovered. The one around your eye was going away but you could still see the greenish-yellow mark on your face and also the hand and fingerprints on your arms and neck.

Feeling self-conscious, you tried to position yourself in a way where they weren’t so visible but it didn’t do any good. You felt like everyone was staring at you, even though they weren’t. They didn’t look as bad as they did before and they were also taking a long time to fade.

He emerged from the locker room dressed in black shorts, sneakers, and a white muscle shirt, plus his signature sour look to his face. But you had to admit, that look was rather sexy.

You watched carefully as Brock taped up your hands and then taped up his own. You were a fast learner so you should be able to tape up your own hands tomorrow, if you lasted through your first workout.

“Ya ever done any self-defense or boxing before, sweetheart?” He asked.

You shook your head before answering him. “No, never.”

“Ok…well, hope you’re ready to work.” He said.

“I am.” You replied.

And he did work you, he worked you harder than you’ve probably worked out ever before. He started with the basics…how to stand, loose knees, elbows tucked in, and the basic punches.

Brock showed you the jab, the cross, and the hook. Then taught you some of the basic combination punches: 1-2 (jab-right cross), 1-1-2 (jab-jab-cross), and the 1-2-hook-2.

Your time together went by quickly. And more than once you had caught Brock looking at the blue and purple marks on your upper arms as you threw punch after punch, encouraging you and praising you for when he thought you did a good job.

During one of your water breaks, he asked you, “When did you leave him?”

He caught you off guard, you weren’t expecting him to converse except when he was giving you lessons but it was nice to talk to someone that wasn’t yelling at you. Brock was surprisingly gentle.

He would always ask and make sure it was alright before he put his hands on you to show you something and his voice was stern but he never yelled at you which was comforting.

“Oh, awhile ago but he always manages to find me wherever I go, hence these bruises.” You pointed to the bruise around your eye.

“And he doesn’t know where you are now?” He asked.

“No, not yet but he has connections and money so I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before he does. This time I thought I’d try a bigger city, maybe he wouldn’t look for me here in D.C. but I’m just tired of running and being afraid, Brock.”

The man of few words had even less to say than he did before. He was silent, the look in his eyes was sad but not sorry. He didn’t seem the type to feel sorry for people but it was almost like he was proud of you for escaping, for leaving when a lot of people would just stay and take it.

You didn’t want to be one of them.

“Why does he keep chasing you then? What does he want?” He asked.

“I took something. Something that meant more to him than I ever did.” You said.

Brock looked like he was on the edge of his seat waiting to hear what you were going to say, before you cracked a sly smile and said,

“I took the cat.” Followed by a light giggle.

A smile stretched across his lips bigger than you had ever seen him smile before and he started shaking his head.

“The cat? You took the fuckin’ cat?” He asked in a surprised tone.

“Hey, Peanut is MY cat, not his!” You said, sass dripping from your voice.

Taking a sip of water, he inched closer to you while you were seated at the edge of the boxing ring and he was standing. Bending at the waist, he rested his hands on his knees so his eyes were level with yours.

You swallowed hard and heat rose to your cheeks as he continued to stare at you before he said in a low voice.

“I just don’t wanna see you get hurt anymore and especially not because of a cat, sweetheart.” He said.

His words didn’t faze you on the outside but on the inside you felt hot, and butterflies appeared from the depths of your stomach but you kept yourself calm and collected before responding to him.

“Well that’s why I have you, right? To teach me, I mean.” You said softly and trying to make it sound like you DIDN’T find him attractive, but you were pretty sure you were failing miserably.

He broke the awkward silence between you.

“Ya ready to do it again tomorrow?” He asked. “I gotta get to work.”

“Oh yes, absolutely but I’d really like to pay you for your time…please?” You asked.

Brock pressed his lips together in a straight line and shook his head furiously. “No, no I don’t want your money, doll. I honestly think you’re a natural fighter and I wanna teach you everything I know so you can be prepared, alright?” His voice was rough and stern.

You nodded and nervously bit down on your lower lip before changing the subject.

“Was that your work uniform you walked in wearing earlier? Can you tell me what you do or if you tell me, you’ll have to kill me?” You joked.

Brock smiled again. “Some other time, sweetheart. I’ll see ya tomorrow, same time.” He handed you a roll of tape. “Ya think you can tape up by yourself tomorrow?”

“I can do it.” You said, confidently.

He extended his index finger to point at you. “Ya know I’m gonna check it, right?”

“I know, I said I can do it, Brock.” You said with a slightly annoyed voice.

You hated being doubted.

“Ok, ok I’ll see ya tomorrow.” He said, throwing up his hands with a smug smile on his face.

**********

6 Months Later

“Come on, you can do better than that Princess!” He said condescendingly through gnashed teeth as you fought to free yourself from the tight grip he had you in, pinned against the wall. “Ya want his hands around ya pretty little neck like this again?! DO YOU?!!!” He yelled. “Come on, y/n!!

Six months ago, he never would have dared to grab you like that or yell in your face but you were much stronger now than you were then.

His hot breath hit against your face, and you managed to turn to the side, your elbow hit his forearm and his hand bent up at the wrist and you were able to quickly elbow him three times in the face.

In the six months Brock had been training you, you’ve managed to graduate from the basic boxing moves to Krav Maga where he really taught you how to protect yourself and how to inflict pain on your enemy.

You were making quick work of the sparring partners he had brought in for you to practice against. They were becoming less and less challenging and there was only one person you wanted to spar against to make you feel like if your ex attacked you, you would have the confidence to fight him off and that was Brock.

He had awakened something inside of you that you wouldn’t have known was there if it wasn’t for him. When he first started training you and said you were a natural fighter, you wanted to prove him right, that you could fight and you had the strength to not be pushed around anymore.

And the only way you were going feel good enough about your new fighting skills is if you could defeat him one on one.

“You’re gettin’ good, sweetheart…real good. Those guys are a little too easy for you, aren’t they. What do ya wanna do about it?” He asked.

“I wanna spar with you, Rumlow.” You said, breathing heavily.

Brock scratched his chin and playfully chuckled at you while shaking his head. “No, you ain’t ready for me yet, doll…you’re just not. You’re good but you’re not THAT good.” He said smugly.

You narrowed your eyes at him and suddenly became very agitated. The man was so sure that you couldn’t beat him, that he wasn’t even willing to give you a chance to prove him wrong.

Working out very close to Brock for the past six months caused you to develop some deeper feelings toward him too. Yes, you were friends but also you felt maybe he had an attraction to you like you had toward him.

There were subtle hints like you’d catch him staring at you while you were taping up your hands or getting a drink of water. Sometimes he’d wink at you when you performed well on a lesson he was teaching you. And he was smiling just a little bit more than you were used to seeing.

Anytime he put his hands on you during a lesson, he would always ask if it was ok or if he hurt you in any way to just tell him.

He never wanted to push too hard in case you weren’t ready for that yet. Sometimes after your lessons, you would take him out for a beer and he’d ask you questions about you ex.

“You can always tell me to fuck off if I’m askin’ too much, ya know. I can’t imagine it’s easy for you to talk about. Please don’t feel like you have answer me if you don’t want to. I don’t even know him but I wanna kill him for hurting ya.” He had said.

You gave him a warm smile. “I don’t really know anyone else in this city except a couple of co-workers. I don’t have anyone else to talk to about it, Brock. No other friends so thank you for listening.” You had said.

You had a feeling that he wanted to kiss you but he didn’t. Did he stop himself because he thought of you as damaged? Did he think he was taking advantage of your teacher/student relationship?

Sometimes it was all you could think about after you went home for the day. You had dreams about his lips colliding with yours, teeth nipping at your chin and jawline, and his calloused hands exploring your body, touching you in a way that you’ve wanted him to from the first second you saw him.

But maybe he was a betting man.

“You don’t think I can win, do you.” You said.

He thought he could catch you off guard by trying to punch you in the face but you were fast and blocked him.

“I ain’t gonna take it easy on ya, Princess. You know he won’t either.” And he threw another punch at you with the other fist, which you also blocked.

“I wasn’t asking you to.” You said with a coy smile before elbowing him in the stomach. “How about a little wager?”

“What do ya have in mind, y/n?” He asked.

You pondered for a brief moment. “If I win, you have to tell me what you do for work that requires you to wear all that tactical clothing.”

“Ok. And if I win?” He asked.

You moved in close so the two of you were sharing the same air, you were both breathing heavily and as your breath hit the skin on his throat, goosebumps skirted across his skin and he gazed down at you with a primal look in his eyes.

Looking up at him through your long dark lashes, you answered. “If you win, I’ll kiss you, since you’re apparently too chicken to do it.”

Brock wasn’t afraid of anything so now he was determined to win. The devilish smile that stretched across his lips told you he definitely wasn’t going to hold back and he would do whatever he had to make sure he wins the bet.

He had taught you to be very aware of your surroundings, aware of things that could be problematic like tables and other furniture that could get in the way if you had to fight off your ex in your own home but right now you were surrounded by gym equipment, the boxing ring, and the walls.

“You got yourself a bet, sweetheart.” He said.

“Well ring the bell and let’s go, Rumlow.” You replied.

As soon as that bell rang, he came after you and throwing different combination punches and kicks at you. Since Brock was bigger than you, you thought it would be best to try and wear him down so he’d make a mistake. You would use his size and strength to your advantage, ducking and weaving as he threw punch after punch at you.

Throwing all of his weight behind those punches was making him tired as you danced around him, punching him in between the shoulder blades and kicking him behind the knees but he didn’t stay down.

The rage in his eyes that you were so used to seeing everyday had returned as he got his second wind. Keeping his punches close to his body this time, he tried to get you to bring your hands down by attacking your body but you pulled him close to knee him in the stomach. Using all of your strength to throw him to the mat, only to watch him roll and get right back up again.

He was fast, really fast, but you took notice of his fighting patterns so you could counter with combination moves of your own.

You had to get him to the mat, it was the only way you were going to beat him. Suddenly you felt a hand around your throat like he had done earlier but this time being in the corner of the ring.

There wasn’t as much leverage you could use against the ropes as you could against the wall to try and free yourself but he left himself open, his legs were too far apart so you were able to take a swipe at his front leg causing him to fall to the mat.

Kneeing him in the chin, he fell flat on his back and you saw your opportunity to wrap your legs around his neck, in the hopes that he would yield…which he did.

“Fuck, your legs are strong!” He exclaimed, breathing deeply and trying his best to catch his breath after you climbed off of him.

You were trying to catch your breath also as you wiped the sweat from your brow. “S-so I’ve b-been told.” You said panting and trying to smile at the same time.

Brock stood up carefully so he wouldn’t lose his balance. Maybe in that brief moment in between your legs, you cut off his air supply which made you chuckle a little.

You removed your sparring helmet and started to take the fingerless fighting gloves and tape off of your hands. He did the same before he spoke again.

“Well y/n…looks like you beat me, fair and square. I supposed I gotta tell you what I do for a living now, don’t I.” He said, looking defeated.

You threw the helmet and the tape onto the mat and slowly walked over to him, still trying to catch your breath. You stopped inches away from him, the heat radiating through his t-shirt as you rested your hand against his chest and the other touched his cheek.

“Maybe another time.” You said, pushing yourself up onto your toes and gently pressing your lips to his.

Feeling how tense his body was, you pulled away and apologized only to have him pull you flush to his chest and his lips mash against yours as if he was trying to flatten and destroy your mouth.

His stubble scratched your cheeks but his lips felt so good against yours, his tongue slipped into your mouth causing you to softly moan and gasp into his mouth.

Winding strands of your hair in his fingers, he gently bit down on your bottom lip and gripped your head firmly as if to keep you from escaping.

But you let your guard down and he knew it so he swept your feet out from under you causing you to fall backwards onto the mat.

“Hey! You yielded, Rumlow!” You yelled, looking up at him. A rare genuine smile stretched across his lips. “Careful, you pull shit like that and you’re gonna end up with your head between my legs again.”

He helped you to your feet, pulling you in close and his voice sounded like a hiss from a dying fire as he whispered in your ear.

“The next time my head is between your legs, sweetheart, it will be because you want me there, trust me.” He said with a wicked smile.

His words, the gruff tone of his voice, the look he gave you…all sent delightful sparks down your spine and a guttural moan escaped your lips as he attacked your lips once again.

Caught in his firm embrace, his lips traced up and down the side of your neck before his hands gripped the hem of your t-shirt. Brock was just about to pull it over your head when you both heard knocking on the boxing ring doors and voices.

“Time’s up, Rumlow!!!” They said.

You broke apart quickly and laughed a little with each other before he yelled to the people outside the doors.

“Alright!! Just gimme a second!” He bellowed.

It’s a good thing your face was already flushed from the workout so the people that walked into the room couldn’t tell that you were blushing. Biting down on your thumb, you waited for him to come back into the ring.

“I, uh, guess we’re done for the day.” You said with a warm smile.

He replied. “Let’s go, doll. I’ll take ya home.”

After many long kisses outside your apartment door, and even though you didn’t want to, you finally said goodbye to Brock. Your heavy make out session at the gym made you realize that before having him in between your legs again, maybe a date first would be a better decision.

Smiling from ear to ear as you closed the door, you placed your keys on the table and put down your gym bag.

And that’s when he made his presence known. There was a touch of acid in that cold, hard voice of his when he spoke.

“Hello sweetheart. You’re getting better and better at covering your tracks. I’m impressed. Miss me?”

He had found you…again. And by the tone of his voice, he sounded like he wasn’t letting you get away this time.

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#brock rumlow #brock rumlow x reader #brock rumlow x female reader #frank grillo #ericca’s 400 follower celebration #love you lily #ericca answers

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claire-elvisgirl · 11 months

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(UN)DRESS ME

Summary: You got home after a day of shopping and you show Elvis what you bought for you and for him. Things are suddenly getting exciting.

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation, sex

Word cunt: 1830

Shopping spree: one of your favourite things! It was getting late and you decided it was time to get back home to show him what you bought: “Elvis!? Elvis, honey are you here?”

His voice echoed from his office: “Yep hun, c’mere!”

You ran in the room and threw your arms around him: “I’m glad you’re home…I’m so happy…I have to show you something! I’ve been shoppin’ all day!” you said as you threw all the bags on his desk. He pulled back: “Woah hun…slow down!”

“I can’t…too excited!” you answered him.

“What in the world do ya need all that for?” he asked confused.

“Well, wait till you see what I’ve got, wanna take a look?” you asked him smiling.

He got up from the desk and sat on his armchair, to get a full view of the show you were about to put on.

“’Kay, first of all I got something for you too!” you said handing him a big bag. He opened the bag and pulled out a shiny white suit: “God baby…ya got it f’me? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Glad you like it, but look better…there’s something else!”

He looked deeper in the bag and pulled out a beautiful leather belt. “Woah…is this f’me too?”

You nodded, happy that he liked all the things you bought for him.

“Honey, ya the absolute best…what did I do to deserve ya?” he hugged you as you got closer to him. You leaned down to him, touching the tip of his nose with yours and then you whispered in his ear: “I’ve got a last thing to show you!”

He put his face in his hands: “Oh good Lord in heaven…what else?”

He brought him another big bag with a box inside: “This is for you too!”

He opened the last box founding a pair of white shiny boots that perfectly fitted the suit: “And I thought I had seen it all…God, baby this is really too much!”

He got up from the chair and hugged you tight: “Thank ya hun, how can I ever repay ya?”

You smiled, enjoying his hug: “You don’t have to repay me…I’m just glad you like my surprise!”

“I love it…and I love ya! Ya got something else?” he asked with curiosity. He seemed like a child on Christmas day.

“Well, I have what I got for me, you wanna see it too?”

“Sure hun…show me what ya got!”

“Okaaay…let’s start wiiith…this!” you pulled out a short pink dress. “What you think?”

His eyes sparkled: “God baby, it’s beautiful, are ya gonna wear it f’me?” he asked with hunger.

You smiled mischievously: “Who knows? Be a good boy and maybe…”

He rolled back his head rubbing his hands: “Oh darlin’, I’ll be the best boy in the whole fuckin’ world!”

“You want me to try this on?” you asked.

He felt a wave of excitement growing inside him as he figured you with that beautiful dress: “Please…do it!”

You started to take off your clothes to wear the dress, but then you stopped: “Close your eyes!”

He groaned: “Oh c’mon hun…you’re takin’ all the fun away from me!” he answered closing his eyes.

“No peeking!”

“I swear…I ain’t peeking!”

You put the dress on and you got closer to him: “’Kay honey, open up!”

He opened his eyes and as he saw you he gasped: “Oh…my good…Lord! You’re so…pretty��” his glance moved to every inch and every curve of your body “That’s amazing, that dress really fits ya…God baby, ya killin’ me!”

And as he said these words, his hand moved down between his legs. “I hope ya don’t mind if I…” he said touching himself with hunger in his eyes.

You laughed: “I knew you would like it...and no, I don’t mind…quite the opposite in fact! I hoped you would have this reaction! And guess what…this is just the beginning!”

He kept touching himself: “Oh boy…can’t wait to see the rest baby!” he panted as he paced up.

You took off the pink dress and put on another one. This time you let him look at every inch of your body as you started to move in a seductive way. The second was a long black dress, that left your back completely uncovered. “What about this?” you asked.

He rolled your head back: “Oh darlin’ ya look like…a goddess. I could see ya in that every day and every night!”

You came closer to him as he kept touching. You could see the bulge in his pants getting bigger by the minute, turning you on: “I told you the best is yet to come!”

He closed his eyes as his hand moved faster: “God honey, ya really killin’ me, what ya got left baby?” he asked with short breath.

“Keep your eyes closed…just for a while!” you asked as you removed the black dress. You stood in front of him with just your bra and your panties.

As he opened his eyes, they popped out of his face: “OH MY GOODNESS!”. He was stunned. He got up from the chair and his breath stopped for a second, as he came closer to you and he started to remove the bra off of you. He played for a while with your hard nipples and he pinched them with his fingers, causing your head to roll back in pleasure: “God...”

He cupped your breast and took it in his mouth, sucking and licking with hunger. Then he kissed you softly: “Baby, your skin feels like velvet…my sweet…sweet baby…” he kept kissing you, running his hands through your hair.

“I hope you liked the surprise!” you whispered as you kissed him back. Then he picked you up and took you in the bedroom, laying you gently down on the bed: “I better take this shirt off, I’m sweatin’ like crazy just lookin’ at ya!” he said as he took off his shirt and laid next to you. He pulled you close and kissed your neck while running his other hand around your waist: “God baby…I want ya so bad…ya so damn sexy…God this is heaven!”

You looked back at him, while your hand moved down, founding your way into his pants. You felt your excitement growing in you as you took his hard cock in your hand. He groaned as he felt your grip on him and he pulled you closer: “Baby I’m gonna love ya like I’ve never done before, are ya ready?”

You sighed as you kept pumping him: “I am!”

He kissed you again and pulled you closer. He nibbled on your neck and kissed your chest while his hand ran down over your ass, slapping it with energy, making you moan in surprise, pain and pleasure.

“Oh my God…Elvis…do it…do it again!” you begged.

“Ya like it uh? Ya lil’ slut!” he spanked you again, harder than the first time. You held yourself to him, biting your lips as tears filled your eyes. He traced his fingers down your curves, making your skin tingle with anticipation: “You’re gonna make me lose control…if you keep touching me like that…I won’t be able to stop myself!” you moaned.

“We’re just gettin’ started!” He lowered his hands down to your hips and played with the fabric of your panties. After a while he took them off and threw them aside, sliding his hand down and caressing the sensitive flesh between your legs. You gasped under his touch: “That’s it baby…lemme show how much fun we can have together!”

His fingers danced over your folds, teasing your sweet spot, then he kneeled on the bed and opened your legs further apart, giving him access to your treasure.

“Oh please…don’t stop…” you begged again.

“Trust me…ya gonna love it!” he whispered as he drove you to the edge of ecstasy. His touch became more urgent and demanding. He circled your clit with his finger and you let out a loud moan: “God…Elvis…keep going…I need you inside me!”

He caressed you gently: “Shh, baby...in time…I’ll get there soon!”. His hand kept moving between your legs until he pushed two fingers inside: “How’s that feel? Does my lil’ slut like this?”

You felt your excitement grow and the urge to release became unbearable. Not yet…not yet…you thought..you didn’t want to finish so soon, so you asked him to slow down a bit. “Daddy you make me feel so good…”

He slowed down, but he pushed his fingers deeper, reaching that spot that sent shivers down your spine. “Fuck baby, you’re tight…”

He stretched you more to get you ready for his cock. Then he suddenly removed his fingers from you. You didn’t’ have the time to feel the emptiness he left, because you felt soon the head of his cock pressing against your entrance: “Ready baby?”

As you nodded panting, he pushed himself deep inside you and you let out a loud moan, as you felt him filling you completely. “Fuck baby…ya amazing!”

His hands found their way to your hips as he began to thrust into you and with each stroke he pumped his cock in and out. “Goddamn baby…”

You were speechless. Every time he took you was like the first time, as he knew exactly how and where to move. “Daddy, I…I want you to fill me up…”

Your words sent him over the moon and his thrusts became harder: “Fuck, ya gonna get it, ‘cause I’m so close…”. His cock throbbed within you, teasing the entrance to your womb as he fucked you deeper and deeper.

“Here it comes baby…”. As his orgasm overtook him, his body tensed and he groaned as he shot his hot cum inside you. He panted as his cock milked the last drop of his seed: “God…baby…”

As his cock twitched inside you, you felt the overwhelming sensation of pleasure building up and consuming you. He whispered in your ear: “Cum for daddy! Let it all out!”

He groaned again: “Ya doin’ fine baby…don’t hold back now, let it take ya over…I got ya!”

As you felt your inner walls squeezing his cock, you let out a loud scream of pleasure arching your back. You both collapsed on the bed, utterly exhausted and he smiled at you: “Ya know what baby? That was some damn good lovin’! I really can get used to it!”

He stood laid down looking at the ceiling. Then he rolled on the bed, looking at you with puppy eyes: “Can ya hold me?!”

“Oh my God, of course I can, come here!” you answered opening your arms to him. As he moved himself in your arms, you held him tight, caressing his hair.

“Daddy’s sleepy now…” he whispered.

“Then close your little eyes and rest. Mama’s gonna cuddle you!” you said while you kept caressing him. He buried his face into your chest: “Oh God…I can feel your heartbeat, it’s so…relaxin’”

He closed his eyes and he let out a deep sigh: “Baby…?”

“What?”

“I love ya...thanks for everything!”

#elvis presley #elvis the king #70s elvis #elvis fans #this man will be the death of me #elvis smut #elvis fanfic #elvis fanfiction #obsessed with elvis #smut #smutty fanfiction

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aloneinthehellfire · 2 years

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Eight Months (Part 3)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n went missing at the end of spring. A note was left explaining that after her father, Bob Newby, died, she just couldn’t bear to stay in Hawkins. The others were shocked but after gaining no leads on where she could be, they had to accept that she was gone. But when summer rolls in and Hawkins starts getting scary, Steve and Dustin find themselves venturing into a Russian base and uncover more secrets than they bargained for.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: swearing, [flashbacks], mentions of drugs (being drugged), needles, knife, mentions of bruises and blood

[A/N: 300 followers!!! thank you all so so much for supporting my stories, especially those who constantly like and comment (i see u and i appreciate u). to celebrate, i thought i'd make another part to this fic since so many of you wanted another part. pls pretend its good, i'm fragile]

Eight Months [Masterlist]

Eight Months: Escape The Lab

[Part Three]

“Honestly, I don’t really feel anything. Do you?”

Steve’s mumbles were met with slow nods from you and Robin, bodies completely relaxed against eachother.

After you were all injected with the serum, the man had placed your chairs so you were now all tied together as a three, back to back. You couldn’t stop your head lolling against the others every time a wave of numbness hit you.

“I mean, I…” Robin replies first as you stare at the ceiling. “I feel fine. I feel normal.”

“Yeah, I feel- I feel fine.” Steve agrees and then his head nudges yours.

“Woah, what?” You snap your head up, “What did I miss?”

“Do you feel fine?” Robin asks calmly and you squint your eyes.

“Uh… yeah.” You nod and they nod along with you. “I- I’ve never felt… better.”

“I kinda feel good.” Steve remarks and you all start giggling for no reason.

“Hey, hey guys? Guys?” Robin laughs and you both hum back at her. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yes.” You widen your eyes with glee.

“I like it, too!”

You all burst out into laughter, heads gently tapping against eachother.

“Morons. They messed up the drug.” Steve snorts and Robin giggles.

“They messed it up!” Robin’s head is thrown back and you move forward.

Your own laughs were slowly fading as a small frown appeared on your face. The drug. The serum. The drug. The serum. What was it you were supposed to do? Remember… remember something.

“Morons!”

“Hey morons!”

Steve and Robin raise their voices giddily, shouting out to your captors.

“Hey, Y/n.” Steve rests his head on your shoulder. “You gotta try this, it’s fun. Morons!”

“Wait, wait, wait.” You sit up straight and they suddenly stop. “I need to remember something.”

“Ooh, what?” Robin questions and you gasp. “What?”

“I…” You smile, a laugh bubbling up inside of you. “I don’t remember.”

Another fit of laughter crashes onto you all just as the door swings open, the man returning. Right, the man. The serum. Remember. Remember what?

The Doctor places a black bag on the counter top, pulling out various knives, and you widen your eyes. Remember.

“Would now be a good time to tell you that I don’t like doctors?” Robin chuckles and you giggle.

“Wait.” You gasp and Robin turns her head to you. “Dentists are worst.”

“Oh, yeah.” Robin takes in a dramatic breath.

“Let’s try this again, yes?” The man stands directly in front of Steve and you pout.

“Why are you giving him all the attention?” You whine and Robin groans too.

“Yeah, we’re clearly hotter.” She says so casually that you both burst into a fit of laughter.

“You heard ‘em, Doc.” Steve giggles.

“Silence!” The man shouts and you all snap your mouths shut. “Who do you work-?”

“Booooo!” You yell out and the man raises his eyebrows. “That’s a boring question. Why not ask us… our favourite colour instead?”

“I like green.” Robin grins and you both snicker.

“Who do you work for?”

“Scoops.” Steve replies, a laugh escaping his lips. “Scoops Ahoy.”

“How did you find us?”

“Totally by accident.” Steve states and you gasp loudly.

“Me too!” You say and Steve’s breath hitches.

“Woah, no way.” He whispers out as if it was totally new information.

“More lies.” The man spews in Russian and you shake your head.

“No, no.” You clear your throat. “We don’t lie.”

There’s a moment of silence before The Doctor, stood in front of you, reaches over to his table, and picks up some small pliers. Robin notices this too and you hear her breath stop.

“What is that shiny little toy?” Steve asks as you squirm in your seat.

“Where are you going with that, Doc?” Robin sounds much more scared than Steve.

The Doctor places it on Steve’s fingernails and starts pulling, earning yells and shouts from you and your friends.

“Wait! We heard a code, the code!” Robin tries frantically and they stop.

“Code.” The man walks to stand in front of Robin now, leaning down. “What code?”

“The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah, blah, blah.” Robin relays. “You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day. A day! You think you’re so smart but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream for a living cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you’re here.”

Your breath hitches and you suddenly remember. You remember.You remembered how to get out of this before it was too late.

“Who knows we are here, suchka.” He spits out and you feel Robin try and move away.

“Uh, well, Dustin knows.”

You widen your eyes at Steve’s confession. “Steve.”

“Yeah, Dustin Henderson, he knows.”

“Steve!” Robin objects now and you realise you need to get out of here now before something bad happens to the little kid you used to babysit.

“Dustin Henderson.” The man repeats, looking to Steve. “It is your small, curly-haired friend?”

Since your wrists were tied together, it wasn’t hard to move your thumb to the position you needed. After being drugged twice, you figured out how to help yourself pretty quickly. In fact, a few years back, Steve had actually helped you come to the revelation.

“Woah, Y/n, you good?” Steve asks with a soft frown as you give him a shaky thumbs up.

“Yep, all…” You suddenly start to retch, the drink in your hand spilling everywhere and the partiers around you cheer. Everyone was too drunk to be worried about Steve’s carpet. You, on the other hand, were drunk enough to care more than you should.

“Noooo.” You slur, already moving as quickly as you could to the back porch, towards the swimming pool. Then, once you see the water, you rethink your plan. “Oh, no, not that one either.”

You drunkenly wobble over to a few bushes before falling to your knees. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and suddenly, the urge to throw up your alcohol disappeared.

“Y/n?”

You let out a scream at the hand on your shoulder, much to Steve’s amusement. He was hazy too, but just in the right mind to be worried about your state. However, he couldn’t resist the laugh that escaped his lips when you jumped out of your skin.

“Sorry.” He chuckles, helping you up, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Can’t a girl just vomit in peace.” You giggle slightly, wobbling on your legs and losing your balance.

Steve was quick to catch you before you fell, hands on your arms just above your wrist as you stood, chest to chest.

“Oops.” You offer an embarrassed smile, red flushing your cheeks once you saw how close you were.

He was undeniably handsome in the best way. From his perfectly crafted features to his kind eyes to the way his hair was now a scruffy mess; there wasn’t a thing about him you didn’t… love. Not that you’d ever admit that. Even if you wanted to, you two were just friends. There were too many complications for you two to ever become more than that.

“Steve?”

Speak of the devil.

Nancy Wheeler suddenly appears behind him and you both turn, her face turning to a frown when she sees how close you are. Steve stepped away from you slightly but kept hold of your arms.

“Hey, Nance.” He smiles before looking back at you, “I think Y/n had a bit much to drink.”

“Oh.” Nancy’s eyebrows raised in their usual way, always appearing whenever you earned her judgement. You could feel a scowl on your face as you stared back at her. You never got along. “Maybe she should go home? You know, I’d hate for anything bad to happen.”

“Yeah, right.” You scoff and Steve frowns at you. You quickly change your tone, trying to step away but Steve tightened his grip slightly when you stumbled.

His hand had moved down to hold onto your wrist, his thumb suddenly pressing hard against your pulse point and you felt queasy.

“I’m fine.” You try, straightening yourself as Nancy cocked her head. “Seriously, I’m-”

And, contradicting yourself, you suddenly hurled. All over Steve’s shoes.

You shudder at the memory, a wave of embarrassment hitting you. Steve didn’t remember that night, much to your relief. The best friend that you had been crushing on since middle school shouldn’t remember the time you threw up on him in front of his girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend, since you last checked. You didn’t recall what happened after that, just that the next day you woke up in a humiliating blur of nausea and regret.

Steve, however, did in fact remember. The day after, you had avoided him completely and he thought it had to do with your… drunken mess. So, in the spirit of avoiding embarrassment, he kept quiet and claimed not to remember a thing about that night. He would rather lie about his memory than somehow lose you.

It didn’t slip his mind, however. In fact, he was a little embarrassed himself after that night. But, thankfully, you actually didn’t remember any of it. Something like that… it could ruin his friendship with you.

“Dustin.” Steve nods slowly, aware that you were very quiet beside him, even in his drugged-up state. Thinking that you were afraid, he did what he did best to distract the man in front of him; he talked. “Oh, curly-haired. Great hair. Small. Kind of like a ‘fro. Yeah.”

“Where is he?” The man asks and Steve hears your breath hitch behind him.

“He’s long gone, you big asshole.” Steve laughs, “And he’s probably calling Hopper, and Hopper’s calling the US cavalry. They’re gonna come in here, commando-style, guns a-blazin’, and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You’re gonna be two pieces of toast.”

Robin starts laughing with him but Steve doesn’t hear anything from you. There’s a jolt of panic in his chest, quickly blurred away by the drug in his system. It was good stuff.

“Is that so?” The man challenges.

Steve takes a moment before smiling. “Yeah.”

The Russians start to join in on their laugh and Steve thinks he’s done it; he’s talked his way out of any of you getting hurt.

And then, to his delight, the alarms start to echo down the hallway and he grins happily at the man. “See?”

The man spits something out in Russian before hastily leaving the Doctor alone with you three.

You watch as the man leaves the room and you smirk to yourself, trying to remain focused.

“Oh, Doctor?” You call cheerily and he moves around to stand in front of you, not speaking. “Hi, there. I… I don’t suppose you know a good cleaner?”

The Doctor frowns at you and you push down as hard as you can against the pressure point on your wrist and, relieved for the first time to do it, you hurl.

“Agh!” The Doctor cries out, trying to move away but slipping in the process.

His hand flailed out as he hit the ground, and the knife in his hand managed to cut through your bonds without scratching you.

Steve and Robin burst into laughter at the sight of the Doctor currently led in vomit as you stare down at the broken bond on your wrist.

Well, you thought, that was uncharacteristically lucky.

As he’s down, you make quick work of freeing yourself, your friends cheering you on as you do so. The Doctor manages to stumble into a stand and lunges at you. But you’re already prepared. You swipe the giant needle from the table, still retaining some of the serum, and you plunge it into his neck with a yell.

“Ohhhh!” Steve reacts and Robin snorts.

But it doesn’t stop him. The Doctor pulls the needle from his neck effortlessly, stalking towards you and you grab for a knife, holding it out in front of you.

But you didn’t have to use it.

Suddenly, a door bursts open, bringing two small children shouting war cries at the top of their lungs. They plunge an electric prod straight into the Doctor and he goes down.

“Y/n?” Dustin’s eyes widen when he sees you stood there, stained blood running down the side of your face, bruises across your body.

“Uh… hi.” You smile before Steve looks up.

“Hey! Henderson!” He rejoices with a grin, “That’s crazy, I was just talking about you.”

Dustin does a double take before getting to work on untying Steve and you move over to do the same with Robin, cutting through her restraints as she giddily smiles up at you.

“You somehow made throwing up seem really badass.” She remarks with a giggle and you laugh.

“Get ready to run!” Dustin commands as you break through the last bond.

“Woah, no running.” You complain and he stares at you in disbelief.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you or anything but…” He steps closer, raising his voice, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

“Shhh.” Robin holds out a finger to his lips as she leans on you. “Quiet now, my little friend.”

“Can we skip the reunions or do you want the Russians to kill us?” Erica Sinclair places a hand on her hip and your eyes widen.

“Baby Sinclair?” You gasp and Dustin nods his head.

“Okay, yeah, let’s go.” He pushes everyone towards the doors hurriedly, “We’ll talk later.”

Steve ends up next to you as you run through the hallways, Robin giggling as she runs just in front.

Despite the aching red-hot heat of Steve’s face, he couldn’t help but worry about the blood that had poured down your face. Sure, you were upright, running for your life just like everyone else, but you were also never one to announce when you were in pain. It was the only thing he found irritating about you; the fact you didn’t seem to care for yourself.

Although, right now, Steve couldn’t focus on one thing at a time. Damn, these Russians really know how to make a drug.

You all approach a vehicle, Erica climbing in the front after ordering Robin to sit in the back space. You frown. A tuk-tuk. That was a new one for you.

But before you climb on in, you suddenly come to a halt.

“What are you doing?” Dustin panics and you let out a groan.

“I left my knife.” You pout and Erica raises her eyebrows.

“This girl ain’t all there.” She comments and Steve tuts at her.

“How. Dare. You.” He walks over to you, hand on your shoulder. “She is the smart...iest person I know. And she wants her knife.”

“No, they’re right.” You sigh, “I’ll find a new one.”

“Oh, what about…” Steve pulls out his keys and holds one out so it looked like a tiny sword. “Eh?”

As you look up at him, there’s a warm and bubbly feeling in your chest. Your head was telling you that it was the drugs still affecting you, practically screaming the information. But your heart…

“No. You’re right.” Steve tosses the keys over his shoulder and you both burst into laughter, leaning against eachother just as echoes of guards sounded from the hallway.

“Guys!” Dustin shouts at you, “Get in!”

“M’lady.” Steve holds out a hand so you can climb in the back with Robin and you accept.

“Why, thank you. But…” You grip tightly onto his hand just as you step inside, face falling and giving your best deadpanned expression. “You’ve made a grave mistake.”

Just as Dustin starts the engine, you tug as hard as you can on Steve’s hand and he flips over the side, falling into the back of the tuk-tuk with a yelp.

“See?” You laugh, Robin in fits of tears behind you. “That’s why you should never trust-”

Dustin suddenly drives off at full speed and you go flying, landing beside Robin. The initial pain wears off pretty quickly as you all roll around in the back, giggles escaping you until your stomach hurt.

You forgot the drug would take a while longer to leave your system. But at least you were escaping this hell for the first time in eight months. Even if the glee would be short-lived.

You didn’t know things were about to get a whole lot worse.

To be continued...

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things 3 #stranger things fanfic #the battle of starcourt #fanfic

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Other Duties As Assigned: A Joel Miller Fanfiction

Summary: Guinevere Russell is the sole heir to the multimedia conglomerate, Russell Corp. After obtaining her MBA and moving home to New York City, she’s been forced to return to a tumultuous relationship with her father and the rest of the board. Gwen would prefer to run off with her friends and see just how far she can take a distraction, and she’s perfectly happy doing so. That is, until her father hires a bodyguard to keep a watchful eye on her. She just can’t figure out if he was hired for her safety, or to uncover the secrets no one else knows she possesses…

Joel Miller is a personal security officer on leave from his last assignment, where he worked abroad for a U.S. embassy. He has avoided private security detail for years after a life-changing accident, but when he gets this call, the money is too good to pass up. But Joel has never met a client with such an aversion to being protected. Regardless of the paycheck, Joel will soon realize this is his biggest challenge yet, but not for the reason he thinks…

When their secrets, both past and present, collide in a mixture of tension and new-found feelings, the results can be catastrophic. Now, Gwen’s safety is put at risk more than ever before, and the two of them have to get to the bottom of the mystery, and what they mean to each other, before it’s too late. Author's Note: Hello! This is my second attempt at fan-fiction and I just need to warn you all that this is a SLOW. BURN. If anyone has read my other fic, Worth The Feeling, it has a very different pace. It is also my first time writing from the male perspective, and writing any story that is dual POV. Also unlike my last fic, this one is a work in progress and it’s much, much longer. I want to try to get the chapters out at a steady pace as best I can, but I also want to prioritize editing this time, and balancing that with writing the new chapters. Last time I was so nervous that I just put the entire thing out as fast as possible without editing it lol. Another change I made for this fic is that I did add physical descriptors of these original characters this time. I had a clear picture of Gwen from the start and I ran with it in the hopes that anyone reading could still connect with the story. I hope people can still picture themselves if they wish, regardless of how she is described. Visibility is very important to me, and whoever you are, you are welcome in my story. I would also like to add that though I would consider this fic a romance/rom-com, it has a slightly darker tone. I don’t want to give away any spoilers, but this is strictly for adults only. There is explicit smut and mature themes such as drinking, stalking, mentions/descriptions of death, military flashbacks, and violence. There are also mentions of sexual harassment, but absolutely no mentions of sexual assault. Additionally, there is an age-gap with Gwen being 28 and Joel being 39. With that being said, I’ve been having so much fun putting this story together. Picturing an AU with no outbreak, wondering what Joel might have done as a career instead of contracting, and creating a love interest who is equally as stubborn for him to play off of has been a blast. I really hope anyone who chooses to read this story enjoys it! If you are one of those people, thank you so much!

Chapter 1: Games Gwen

This is the moment where I finally punch a man in the face. My fingers are already curled into a fist, though with my acrylics, I’m worried that I’ll puncture my skin before I even make contact with Arthur’s wrinkled cheek.

“I’m not going,” I say through gritted teeth.

Arthur pinches the bridge of his nose. “For the last time, Guinevere, you will be attending the gala. That’s final.”

“If it’s so important,” I spit, “Why doesn’t my father ask me himself?”

“He did. Three months ago.”

“An invitation identical to the ones sent out to hundreds of other people doesn't count.”

Arthur clenches his jaw, and I continue to clench my fist. We’ve done this several other times, for several other events that I was expected to attempt on behalf of my father. Every other time, I gave in. It was usually after a freeze to my trust fund was brought up, but still, I complied.

Not this time. I refuse. Another giant room full of giant egos with giant wallets. All I want to do is dance. And not the boring, mediocre slow dancing that takes place at these stuffy events. I want to be messy and loose. I want to feel the base all the way down to my toes. It would be a nice reprieve from this tension building up within me these last few months. Tension that is only being pulled tighter with this Arthur stare-down.

“Guinevere,” He sighs.

“Arthur.”

“You know, most young ladies would actually enjoy spending their evening at the Plaza. You have your own hair and makeup team for Christ’s sake.”

“Most young ladies have autonomy over how to spend a Saturday night.”

He slaps his hands against the pants of his Armani suit in exasperation. “Well what else could you possibly want to do instead?”

“I want to dance, Arthur. I want to go have fun and not be tied down to all these engagements where no one actually cares about important issues.”

“You can dance and have fun in a room full of important people, important shareholders whom you need to impress.”

We stare each other down again, but his words make me rethink my night. Not for any of the reasons he’s suggesting, of course. But he’s right. I could have some fun of my own. And I could make a statement while doing so.

“You know what, you’re right.” I give him a saccharine smile.

“I am? I mean—yes. Good. I hope you’ll be ready in time.” Arthur checks his watch.

“I’ll be ready to leave in an hour.” I flick my hair behind me and stroll out of the mahogany-filled office. I’m assuming that one of the housekeepers already let the hair and makeup team up to my old room, especially since Arthur assumed I would cave. Which, technically, I have. But if my father and his advisors can decide where my evening takes place, they don’t get to decide how it takes place.

“Gwen!” Mateo sings as I enter the dressing room.

“Hey, Mateo,” I soften my voice, giving him a double-cheek kiss.

“I understand it’s sort of a quick turn-around tonight,” He says, motioning me to sit in the plush chair closest to the window.

“That is a polite way to say I dug my heels in as long as possible.”

Mateo snickers, just as Aria comes out of the adjoining bathroom.

“Hey, doll,” She pats my head as she sets up an assortment of styling tools on the table behind me. “What are you thinking for tonight?”

I smirk to myself. “I’m thinking of going out after this,” a harmless white lie, “So I’d like some dark eyes and slightly… wild hair. Other than that, let your creative juices fly.”

I don’t miss the two of them exchange a look in the mirror. Typically, unless we are working with the rare occasion wherein I get to plan my own evening, we go for a clean look. Clearly done up, but still polished. Hair pulled back, light peach or gold on the eyes. But despite their surprise, they get to work.

Forty-five minutes later, my thick blond waves have been volumized, teased and smoothed. Mateo made my eyes the smokiest he’s ever made them, and my lips were glossy enough to match the shimmer of the glittery silver on top of my lids. It was perfect.

“Evelyn couldn’t make it, but she sent options,” Aria says as she helps me over to the dressing area.

I flip through the rolling rack that my stylist, or rather, my father-approved stylist, picked out. All of the dresses were plain and respectable. Sophisticated. Not at all the type I would need for tonight. That is until I come across a black and silver sleeveless dress. Perfectly modest, as the sheer fabric had a slip built in.

“Aria?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have scissors with you by any chance?”

- - -

The weather was on my side with my scheme. While on some nights, my long black trench coat would have seemed odd in the heat, tonight’s cool air provided the necessary formula to pull this off. With this chill, it wasn’t suspicious of me to get in the car fully covering my dress. I probably wouldn’t have bothered with it at all if Arthur and I weren’t taking the same car there. Even being an advisor to my father and a lawyer for the Russell Corporation, and with every expectation for him to attend tonight, I still get the feeling we’re carpooling so he can ensure that I actually show up.

When we arrive at the Plaza, Arthur helps me out of the car, and several cameras flash in my face. I smile, giving a few of them a small wave on my way in. I’ll make sure they’re there to see me on my way out so they can get the full view.

Once inside, Arthur guides me toward the coat check, but I wave him on ahead.

“I’ll be there in a minute. I need to find my gloss and reapply.” I gesture to my puckered lips, knowing it will make him uncomfortable enough to leave me alone.

He enters the banquet hall, and I unbutton my coat, tossing it to the attendant, reveling in the way his eyes widen. Exactly what I had hoped.

Two more attendants open the double doors of the banquet hall for me, and I square my shoulders. The black fabric, now completely sheer after I cut out the opaque slip, does absolutely nothing but accentuate my visible black bra and skimpy panties. I scan the room, noting a few stares from attendees near the door, and find the jackpot: the bar.

Taking my time on the way, I make a few purposeful detours and wave at familiar, frustrating faces. I take extra care to sway my hips from side to side, especially when I leave those faces behind me. The room, I have to admit, is spectacular. Each circular table is filled with bouquets of white flowers and green accents, and there are several living trees placed around the room. There is a stage in the front of the hall that matches the white tablecloths around it, and the reflective floor bounces off the light from one of the many chandeliers above. Though I would never tell him, Arthur had been right about the fact that this is a lovely place to be. Just maybe under different circumstances.

When I do finally reach the bar, I order three shots of tequila, despite the bartender’s apprehensive face.

“Cheers,” I wink at him, downing all three shots in tandem.

“Um, Miss Russell,” I hear him say as I walk away. I turn back around, only answering with a raised brow.

“Even with the open bar, we’re offering bottles for purchase. All proceeds go to the charity selected this evening?” I take pity on him, ending that fact like a question.

“Alright. How much?”

“Ten thousand a piece, miss.”

“Really?” In this room, with these people? I thought they wanted to raise money for charity, “I’ll take two.”

Normally, I would feel obligated to talk to as many people as possible. I’d want to see how their children were, how they felt about their investment in my father’s company, or how their other endeavors were going, and particularly, how lucrative those endeavors are. But tonight, I simply carry the two bottles back to my table, and pop one. The noise makes several attendees glance over, but when they see who it is, they try to pretend they were looking elsewhere.

I have the bottle pressed against my lips when I hear a voice rather akin to applying a cheese grater to my nerves.

“Gwenny, darling. How are you?”

I turn, still sipping the champagne. I don’t reply, trying to keep my face as impassive as possible.

“I believe we’re at the same table tonight.” He takes a seat next to me, draping his arm across my chair.

I remove the bottle from my lips with a loud pop. “Daniel, if we have to suffer each other’s company for an entire evening, do you think you could allow me a little space to breathe?” I scooch to the side enough to remove his arm and place it on his lap.

“I'm the majority shareholder, sweetheart. I can sit where I wish,” His voice is dripping in a honey only I can recognize as disdain.

I scoff, “Majority behind me, and behind my father. So congrats,” I raise the bottle in my right hand, “You’ve made third place. You can collect your participation trophy at least three seats away from me.”

“I suppose, but then I would miss out on the view,” Daniel says in a hushed tone, his eyes scanning over my figure. My tequila threatens to make a reappearance at his words. I open my mouth to reply, but I hear a familiar clearing of a throat next to me. Arthur.

“Guinevere, may I have a word?”

“Sure thing,” I glance up at him.

“In private,” He says through gritted teeth. His eyes glance upward, and I note that a few people are taking their seats at our table.

“Here is fine,” I smile.

I can practically see the steam pouring out of his ears. Nevertheless, he leans down to whisper to me.

“There seems to be a problem with your dress.”

I glance down for added effect. “There’s no problem. I haven’t spilled anything on it.”

“Guinevere. It is more see through than if you had spilled something on it. What happened to what Evelyn chose for you?”

“That’s what happened,” I poke him gently in the chest, “She chose it for me. I figured that I deserved to style it however I wanted.” I hear myself slur the last couple of words. The tequila must be kicking in.

Arthur just stares at me for a moment.

“Do you want to be on the cover of every tabloid tomorrow morning? Or do you just enjoy raising my blood pressure?”

“I mean no harm to you, Arthur,” I say sincerely, “Now go take your seat. The auction will be starting soon.”

With a deep inhale, a brief smile, and wave at my now almost-full table, Arthur leaves.

“He’s right, you know,” Daniel chimes in because, when does he not? “You’re asking for trouble.”

I ignore him, turning to the middle-aged woman who is taking the seat to my left. I smile at her when she notices me, and she blinks several times as if to confirm what she is seeing.

“Hi there,” I extend my hand, “I’m Gwen.”

“Miss Russell! Of course. Pleasure to meet you,” She shakes my hand, and it takes her another moment to add, “Oh, I’m Lucille. My husband, Richard Allen, is in finance for the entertainment division.” She gestures to the man next to her, and he extends his hand as well, his eyes widening when I give him a smile.

“Pleasure,” I say to them both, “Tell me, Lucille, did you know they’re selling champagne here tonight for the benefit?”

“No, ma’am, I did not.” She looks surprised by my question. Maybe she’s surprised that I’m still talking to her.

“Please, call me Gwen. And I insist that both of you try it. I can’t possibly finish both of these bottles by myself.” A lie. I could definitely finish these tonight. Still, I start to uncork the second bottle despite Lucille’s meager attempt to dismiss the idea.

“I insist,” I say, standing to pour both Lucille and Richard’s glasses until they nearly overflow. “Actually,” I raise my voice, addressing the entire table. “Who else would like to try?” The rest of the guests look rather stunned, but they slowly raise their glasses. A waiter passes by, and I grab his attention. “Two more of these, please.”

“Two more bottles?” Daniel mutters, sipping delicately on whatever sad dark liquor he chose for the evening.

“Yup, and none for you.” I breeze by his chair, and take a turn around the table, pouring champagne into everyone’s glass. Two tables nearby have turned to glance over, either due to the fact that I am nearly naked, or because of the satisfied cheers from my heavy pour.

“In the spirit of giving,” I say as I pour the last two glasses, “I recommend we put these charitable drinks to good use. Who wants to play a drinking game?”

No one else at this table is under thirty, or maybe even forty, which explains a few of their bewildered expressions. Daniel is close at thirty-one, and I can guarantee whatever fraternity he was involved in taught him a thing or two about drinking games, but I would rather he didn’t participate.

I got a couple of halfhearted nods, but no verbal commitment. The lights flash twice, indicating that the auction is about to start. “Come on, everybody. For every glass you finish, I’ll donate an extra thousand. Lucille? Richard?” I glance at my table-mates.

“Oh, yes, of course.” Lucille says.

“Sounds like fun!” Richard starts chugging.

“That’s the spirit!” I follow suit, and soon several of them around the table start to drink as well.

“To add some extra… motivation, if you will,” I stifle a hiccup, “Every time that announcer says the word ‘generous,’ take a sip. Same goes for when they say ‘Russell Foundation.’” Daniel scratches his chin, but the others look intrigued now, a few of them chuckling.

“Two sips when there’s a bidding war.” An older gentleman on the other side of the table calls out.

“Yes! I love it. Anyone else?”

“Finish your drink when the bid is over a hundred thousand!” The woman next to him adds.

“Excellent idea. I’ll be watching all of you, so you better drink up.” The whole table now, sans Daniel, seems to be on board. Maybe they were as bored of these events as I was.

“Ladies and Gentleman, please take your seats.” I hear over the intercom as an older man with glasses takes the stage and welcome’s everyone to the gala. Honestly, I miss most of what he says because I’m so focused on making sure my table plays by the rules. I’m also way more dazzled by the sparkles on my dress now, and I start to count some on my knee.

As the auction gets going, I pull my phone out of my clutch to make note of how much I need to donate when this is all over. The man who suggested the bidding war, who I learned is Matt, or Mike, I can’t remember, has already cost me three grand. His wife cost me two. Our table keeps getting looks from nearby, but all it does is fuel me to keep going. As a weekend in the Hamptons gets a bid of $200,000, the rest of the table and I down our next glass.

“You might want to take a breather, Gwenny.” Daniel whispers next to me.

“You might want to pop a mint, Daniel.” I mimic his condescending tone as best I can.

Lucille glances over, I realize that might have come out louder than I intended.

“Fine. Slur your entire speech if you want.”

“Yeah, I will—what?” He has my full attention now.

“Your speech, darling. Why do you think you were needed here if your father couldn’t make it?” The smug smile on his face is driving me nuts, and I need to confirm if he’s just pulling my leg.

“I…to make an appearance. I appeared.” Had Arthur even mentioned that?

Daniel leans in, his arm around my chair once more, “You need to thank all of your guests.”

Fuck.

I stare down Daniel for a minute, and just to piss him off, I keep eye contact as I take his glass from his hands, and finish it as well. He narrows his eyes, but I’m spluttering at whatever was in that glass.

“Christ. You do hate yourself don’t you,” I mutter.

“We only have two more items to auction off this evening, folks. Myself and the Russell Foundation appreciate your generosity,” The announcer holds for applause.

“That’s two, drink up people!” I raise my glass to my table, and they all follow suit.

“Before we finish off tonight, I would like to invite Guinevere Russell up on the stage. Miss Russell?”

My table erupts with applause, and I shoot to my feet. Way, way too quickly.

I stumble, catching myself on the back of Lucille’s chair. I keep a pleasant smile plastered on my face as I walk like a baby giraffe up to the stage. One of the attendants offers his arm to help me up the steps, which I gratefully accept. The sound of my heels clicking on the stage seems to ring out around me, and the man with the glasses hands me the microphone with a nervous smile.

When I face the audience, I cover my eyes for a second, blinded by the spotlight.

“Yikes,” I hiss before realizing I was speaking into the microphone now. A few people politely chuckle from somewhere beneath me.

“I would say it’s nice to see you all, but I can’t see anything.” A few more chuckles from the audience, and then the spotlight dies down a little.

“Ah, there we go. Hello, everyone. How are we doing tonight?”

There is a loud round of applause. Now that I can see a little better, this room is actually quite full. There must be at least 500 guests. I straighten up a bit, flicking a hair away from my face.

“Wonderful, wonderful. I appreciate all of you showing up here tonight, for such an important cause,” I hope the contempt in my voice isn’t too clear, not yet. “And of course for your continuous generosity toward the Russell Foundation. That’s one sip, table one,” I point in their general direction, and my table hollers. Some of the people below me look confused. “We’re playing a drinking game over there, sorry. It’s also for a good cause.” Some of the laughter sounds forced now.

“Anyway, again, thank you all so much for coming. I know my father wishes he could be here tonight to see how much money you all are willing to spend on yet another trip to Aspen. But, alas,” Hiccup, “You’re stuck with me. Which brings us to our final item up for auction today—”

The man with the glasses takes a step forward, whispering in my ear.

“Ah, never mind. This will be the second-to-last item. Or the third. Whatever, it brings me to what I wanted to auction off.”

I do a small twirl, faltering slightly, and land with my hand on my hip, part of my exposed backside facing the crowd, “Me.”

The crowd immediately begins murmuring to each other, sounds of both concern and consideration wash through the banquet hall.

“Dinner with me, on a night of your choosing. I thought I should give a little preview of your purchase,” I gesture to my outfit, and the man behind me coughs several times, probably trying to get my attention. I don’t even give him a glance.

“All for a good cause, folks” I survey the tables beneath me, and point to the burly man with red cheeks that I know all too well, “What about you, Ralph? Oh wait, I’m sorry, you don’t date above twenty-five.” I move over to the other side of the stage, leaving Ralph's beet red face, and his shell-shocked table behind me. “Or you, Murphy!” I point at a skinny fifty-year-old at table six, “We know this isn’t the first time you’ve thought about it. In fact, you’ve mentioned it to me before. Why not do it for charity?” Murphy’s face contorts, and if looks could kill, Murphy's fiancé would have incinerated him on the spot.

I do a quick turn back toward the center of the stage, but I wish I hadn’t. Even when I stop spinning, the room doesn’t. I don’t think the last of whatever Daniel was drinking is sitting well with me. Well with me, and my champagne…and my tequila. God, I don’t feel good.

When the room stands still again, I slowly make my way back to centerstage.

“Letssss start the bidding off at 50—50,000.” I try to steady myself, but my heels aren’t helping.

Suddenly, I hear quickened footsteps to the stairs on my left, and the crowd erupts in applause. When the person’s face comes into view, my stomach might as well have fallen out of my ass.

“Dad?” I say into the mic. The mic which is now being, very forcefully, ripped out of my hand.

“Hello, everyone!” my father says cheerfully over the microphone, placing a steady, warning hand on my back. “You’ll have to excuse my daughter’s attempt at improv. You study for a couple months in Europe and suddenly you think you’ve got an act.” More polite laughter, but I can still see some scowling faces. Even though I’m not moving anymore, it feels like my stomach is doing cartwheels.

“I didn’t think I would make it back to New York in time, but I am here tonight to auction off a dinner with me. Though I appreciate Guinevere taking my place while I’ve been away.”

I place a hand over my stomach, and fail to stifle a burp. How long had he been in the ballroom? I cringe thinking about just how much of me could be seen when I was standing under the spotlight. That had been the point, but he wasn’t supposed to be here for it.

My father speaks again, an attempt to cover it up another burp, though that one was unexpected, “Let’s start the bidding off at ten thousand dollars.”

A paddle in the crowd goes up, and I make a move to leave the stage, but my dad holds me there in place. I’m assuming it’s a punishment, but these lights are way hotter than I expected. I’m struggling to remember what my scheme for tonight even was, now that my mouth tastes like pennies.

I burp again, and my dad pinches my side.

“Let’s hear it for twenty-thousand.”

Another paddle goes up in the air, just as I vomit all over the stage floor.

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#joel miller #joel tlou #tlou #tlou au #romcom #Joel #the last of us #romance #slow burn #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #tlou fanfiction

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jigokuraku spoilers

the mirror between gabimaru and rien really doesn't become apparent until near the end of the series but when it hits you...

both of these characters are driven by the same core motivation—to be reunited with their loved one. rien trying to bring jofuku back from the dead, gabimaru fighting to come back from a kind of social death (through criminalization) to return to yui (the island can even be read as a kind of purgatory that he must traverse to return to the world of the living). love is something that transforms them both—gabi from a hollow vessel to a person with something to protect; in contrast, rien in losing her love, but still trying to revive it, shuts off everyone around her.

to be sure, they're both willing to go to extreme lengths to achieve their goal. on many occasions gabi reverts to his "hollow" way of being, willing to kill others and even to sacrifice himself to survive/win. it's easy to see how his sympathies could, for a moment, align with rien, who is an amplification of that ruthlessness to the magnitude of millions of people. what keeps him from going down rien's path are the connections he comes to accept (as opposed rien's pushing away and grinding down)—yui, of course, and importantly sagiri, the set of individuals who are willing to see his humanity and put their faith in him and his ability to change.

i see a lot of these little echoes across the different pairings that come into conflict over the course of the story.

mudan, who modified humans to be their playthings but thanked the group for freeing them of their thousand-year purgatory; senta, who was always discomfited by what the yamada-asaemon did with human life and found a sense of relief in death, freed to imagine and desire whatever he wanted, both of them unbound from obligation.

jufa and taofa facing off against the aza brothers in a pair, lovers against siblings, halves of a whole, with one half taking upon themselves to relentlessly protect the more vulnerable half, regardless of how much they have to take from other people or sacrifice themselves for the other's safety.

gantetsusai imagining that taofa (and the rest of the tensen) must be like him, someone who desires the thrill of battle, only to have her shoot him down ("it's not fun at all")—and boy, does he come around to her point of view in the end.

much of zhujin's driving force being to please their family, haunted by their own sense of inadequacy; their efforts to please everyone ironically bringing zhujin into confrontation with shion and nurugai, who both feel they failed their respective families, by failing to protect one of them (tenza) or for bringing genocide to her home.

even shijia, gabimaru, and sagiri's fight (with zhujin in the background) contends with these themes of rejection/acceptance; after all, shijia was raised in the same way gabimaru was (which is also similar to the way rien's children were raised). as demonstrated during the battle though, shijia was fighting alone.

guifa, sagiri, and mei's conversation is also important to me. of course, these three are the point of connection, the first spark of the idea that both parties don't have to keep taking from one another. i also see these characters as having to do with truth, either knowing and revealing it (as guifa or mei) or uncovering it (as sagiri—not only as to the mysteries of the island but her efforts to uncover what lies in people's hearts/"the sword reflects the truth"). it's fitting that guifa and mei get featured in the epilogue, which came from sagiri's pov before the time jump.

shugen, gabimaru, and rien are interesting as well. circling back to the initial point—is the fact that shugen did not have a "love" the reason he could deal the final blow? is he the "wicked" who won them the battle?

in the end, it's gabimaru's hesitation that saves everyone. he identified himself in rien and she did the same. she also hesitates to kill him, and instead asks the question that saves them. it's such a lovely conclusion. the thing that deters mutual destruction is identifying yourself in the enemy. people don't have to choose cruelty and mutual destruction with their last breath. not being able to swing the sword can be the thing that saves us.

#jigokuraku #hell's paradise

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hey 🙃

I saw that you are taking requests, I was wondering if you could write a skz reaction to their partner being a rocker/metalhead? 💚

Hi there ☺️❣️Thanks for your request - I love it!

Stray Kids Reaction to their Partner Being a Rocker/Metalhead

Chan

Pleasantly surprised

Chan is the type to love all your quirks and unique characteristics. He loves that you are passionate about music, even if it is not his preference. Since he is constantly on the lookout for new music recommendations he will ask you to make him a playlist of your favorite songs. Even if he cannot appreciate rock/metal music he will be very considerate and try to understand why your a fan. He’ll even be your concert buddy!

Minho

Impressed

Just when he thought he had you all figured out - he discovers your metalhead side. He would love to uncover everything about you, and your love of rock music is a new layer for him to discover. If this side is more obvious, then he will be intially very attracted to your edginess (he loves the thought of a badass partner). He likes the rocker style and might even have a hidden metalhead within him.

Changbin

Confused

He just doesn't get it. Changbin tries his best to listen to every song on the playlist you made for him, but he just doesn't understand how this type of music is enjoyable. If you take him to a concert he will be even more perplexed by the people around him thrashing around to the music. It's just not his scene, so whenever you talk about it he just smiles and nods.

Hyunjin

Intimidated

The whole rocker/metalhead culture really unnerves him. He has his own thoughts and opinions about people with piercings and/or tattoos, and he would be worried about you being a part of that scene. If you have tattoos or piercings he will think you’re a bad ass and tough as nails (even if you’re not, he just associates the music with an edgy look and being badass). Whenever you play music out loud he feels as if the mood is ruined, so he usually takes control of the music in the car.

Jisung

Curious

Jisung also doesn't get it. But he wants to! He figures that is it something you like, then it has to have some sort of meaning - especially since he likes you and wants to understand you. Han will listen to your favorite songs and will remember your favorite bands so he can buy you some merch as gifts. He’ll want to know all of your favorite things, as an effort to get close to you.

Felix

Supportive

If he sees you're really into rock/metal that he will stand back and let you do your thing. He knows that he is not a fan, but he would never say anything negative about it. In fact, he’ll listen to you when you’re excited about a new album and even accompany you to a fan sign. You’ll never feel any judgement from him, but he will never go to a concert (unless you couldn’t find anyone and did some master convincing).

Seungmin

Concerned

Seungmin is the type to overanalyze the lyrics and ask you if you're okay if you're listening to a hardcore song. Also, he worries about your ears if you're listening to music too loud and your neck when you’re head banging. Even if you explain that he doesn’t need to have a deep conversation with you every time you play a song, he will always be concerned about the subject matter of the music you listen to.

Jeongin

Enthusiastic

He loves new experiences and will be excited when you open a new type of music to him. High energy concerts are fun for him, and even if he can’t get into the music, he’ll enjoy himself. He’ll tag along with you to concerts and will love headbanging in the car when it’s just the two of you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a lowkey rocker himself.

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imnotsorryforanyofthis · 17 days

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Quirkless Advantage

Chapter forty-nine: Only Us

Warning: Lots and lots of cussing…..

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These chapters are going to be stupid and short. Enjoy reading! ——— I open my eyes to see that everything is dark.

I feel an arm around my waist and someone's breath against my neck.

Oh yeah, Dabi and I are still in the tree house.

Alone.

No one else...Only us.

I try to move but is held back by the arm pulling me closer.

"No, stay a little bit longer," Dabi mumbles tiredly.

"As much as I want to stay here," I start saying, trying to get his arm off of me, "I really have to go back to the dorms."

Dabi finally lets go and I get up.

"Now, where is my phone...and well my clothes," I say outloud to myself, tripping over something because I can't see.

I hear Dabi get up from behind me. He grabs my waist to catch me.

"Just wait a sec," Dabi says, bringing my body close to him.

Suddenly I see blue lighting up the whole tree house and I look to the right of me.

"Really? You couldn't just turn on that lantern over there? You just had to use your quirk didn't you?" I ask smirking, pointing over to where a small kids table with a battery powered lantern is.

Dabi doesn't say anything and lets go. He walks over to the table and turns on the lantern while extinguishing his flames.

I get dressed and look for my phone as he gets dressed.

"Where the fuck is it?" I ask myself, picking up the blankets to see if it's underneath.

"Tsuna," Dabi says from behind me.

I turn around and look at him. He points where the beanbags are.

Lo and behold, my phone is on the beanbag that I was sitting on earlier.

Yup... I'm a dumbass.

I pick up my phone and look at the time.

"Shit! It's 11, almost midnight. I need to get back," I say.

"Ok, let me drive you," Dabi says, getting his keys.

"Wait, just drop me off at the coffee shop. I can walk from there," I say, as we climb down the tree house. I grip the ladder tight as I go down, still afraid of falling again. We step onto the ground and walk towards the car.

"No, that's too far. I'll drop you off near the school. I won't be close enough for them to see my car," Dabi says, opening the car door for me and then walking over to the other side.

"Oh, such a gentleman," I laugh, getting into the car. — I somehow managed to sneak into the dorm.

"So... you're finally here," I hear a voice say behind me as I try to go into the kitchen.

What? I'm hungry after everything that happened.

I was right that what happened in the tree house was going to be exhausting and maybe fun.

Oh, it definitely was fun.

The way he... OK! Stop!

I turn on the light to the kitchen and turn around to see Haru standing by the couch.

"Uh... hi," I say, waving my hand.

"Really, that's all you say? Where were you?" Haru asks, rolling his eyes.

"Uh yes, that's all that I'm going to say. I don't have to explain anything to you," I say, turning back around to find something to eat.

"Look to the right of the stove. Your surprise is there," Haru says.

I look and see a covered circle pan.

I uncover it and see a pie.

A cherry pie.

I pick it up and walk it over to the other side and set it between Haru and I.

I look up, "How... did you know that my favorite is cherry pie?"

"I asked Aizawa what your favorite dessert is," Haru says.

Dabi was right...

"Thank you, Haru. I'm sorry, I just fell asleep at a friend's house and lost track of time," I explain to him, feeling bad.

Haru just smiles and goes over to a drawer, opening it. He pulls out a pie server. He gets out two plates from the cabinet. He goes back over to the pie but on my side. He cuts out two pieces and hands one over to me.

"Happy birthday," Haru says, taking a bite of his piece. — School is boring.

The first year hero classes are getting their hero licenses and the other hero classes are doing hero work, while we just do boring school work.

"Hey, Sasaki!" I hear Haru yell, running in the classroom.

"I got you the food you wanted," Haru says, walking up to me and handing it over.

"Thanks," I say, opening it and taking a bite out of the chicken wrap.

Haru continues to talk about his life and I just listen.

Well... halfass listen.

Haru's cousin is starting to get better at the family business. His cat, Bunny, is not a kitten anymore. His father left everything to his cousin and he just has to sit back and watch.

"I don't mind that I don't have to do anything but sometimes I wish I could. Everytime I try to, something goes wrong," Haru says.

"Maybe try to do something else that doesn't have anything to do with our dad's business. You know.. Like something you actually enjoy," I suggest.

"I sort of already did. I did something that I would enjoy and it was something that could either help the business or destroy it. Honestly, I don't care. I just wanted it," Haru says, shrugging his shoulders.

Haru continues to talk and I hear my phone go off. He picks up our trash and walks over to the trash can.

I look at my phone and see 'Dumb Fox.'

Now he texts me? It's been a while. I know he's busy but still...

"Hey, I'm sorry. It's been a while. I've just been busy. Everyone is planning and doing other things..... I was wondering if I could pick you up after work and go to the coffee shop that we always go to," The text says.

"Fine, I'll go. I get off at 6 so we will only have about an hour," I text. — I pace back and forth as I wait for the last 5 minutes.

"You can go. I see that you can't wait to see our lover boy," My manager says, walking over to the register.

"Thank you!" I say, running to the breakroom to get my things. I run out of the book store and stop in front of a dark blue car.

Dabi gets out of the car and walks up to me. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him and kisses me.

"Well, hello to you too," I say, smiling.

"Hi," Dabi says, kissing my forehead and walking to the car with me. He opens my door and walks over to his side. We both get in.

"Oh, such a gentleman," I say, putting on my seatbelt.

"I am a gentleman," Dabi says, putting his seatbelt on and starting the car.

I laugh, "Ok, Anthony Bridgerton."

"I don't understand that reference," Dabi says.

"Ok so...we're going to watch Bridgerton on Saturday then," I say.

"Ok," Dabi says, driving to the coffee shop.

After a couple of minutes, we arrive and walk in. We order our drinks and sit at the back corner of the coffee shop.

Right when our order was called and we both got up, Haru walked through the door.

"Aw, shit," I say, standing right next to Dabi.

Dabi looks over at me and then back at Haru, "What is it?"

I turn my head towards Dabi, "Remember the Haru guy I've talked about?"

Dabi nods.

I look back over to see Haru looking at me and Dabi, "That's him."

"Aw, shit," Dabi says as Haru walks over to me.

"Dabi... please go over and get our coffee while I try to talk to Haru," I say and he only nods, walking away.

Haru stops in front of me with a shocked look on his face.

Also, somewhat of a scared one.

"W-what are you doing with him?" Haru asks.

"Long story short... I met him a while ago, fell for him, and now we're dating... Oh, wait.. It's not that long at all. That's basically all that happened," I say.

It's mostly just complicated.

"He's 'Dumb Fox' isn't he... Why are you with him? He's a fucking villain!" Haru yells.

"Oh my god! Shut the fuck up and sit down," I whisper, pulling him down next to my seat.

"It's more complicated than that... I can't tell you. Too many people already know about my situation... It's more than just falling for a villain and dating them," I say, brushing my hand through my hair.

Fuck, I'm stressed.

It just gets more complicated as this goes on.

"But I'm your best friend," Haru says sadly.

"It doesn't matter if you're my best friend or my family... I can't have anyone else know," I say, moving my hand to grab his hand but he moves it away from me.

"I-I'm really sorry Haru," I say, tearing up.

Haru doesn't look at me.

"Haru... please look at me. You don't understand. It's complicated.. Please understand that," I say, trying not to cry.

I hate crying.

"Tsuna," I hear Dabi say from behind me.

I quickly wipe my tears and turn around to face him in the chair.

Dabi moves to the side of me and puts down my coffee, still holding his.

I look up at him and he just stands there.

"Come outside for a sec," Dabi says, gently grabbing my hand.

I nod my head, get up with his hand still in mine.

I look over at Haru, "I'll be back in a little bit... I promise."

Haru doesn't respond. He doesn't even look up.

Dabi and I walk through the door and stand on the side of it, out of the way.

I can't keep it in anymore.

I just cry.

I hate crying.

Dabi wipes my tears away, "You two will eventually be fine. Just talk to him for a little bit. I'll text you later. Just drink your coffee and talk."

Dabi starts to walk towards his car but I grab onto his jacket, pulling him towards me.

He smells like fireplace, cinnamon, and pine.

Why does he have to smell so good?

"I wanted this to be only us," I say, sadly.

Dabi puts his hands on either side of my face, leaning his forehead against mine, "I know."

I lean in, "I love you Touya."

Dabi smiles and kisses me, "I know."

Smile number twelve.

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Here is the link to all of the chapters

Link to next: Chapter fifty: Don't worry, I'll fix this

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natlacentral · 2 months

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CRAFTING CHI: MOMONA TAMADA ON BECOMING TY LEE IN 'AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

Momona Tamada, a Vancouver-born actress, is stepping into a dream role as Ty Lee in the live-action adaptation of "Avatar: The Last Airbender." “It truly feels like I’m living in a dream. Avatar was on my list of dream projects, and now bringing that series to life feels so full circle,” she shares. Known for her dynamic performances in Netflix’s "The Baby-Sitters Club" and "To All the Boys" series, Tamada’s journey into acting began through dance, evolving into a flourishing film career. Her portrayal of Ty Lee, a talented contortionist and chi blocker, is highly anticipated by fans and showcases her versatility as an actress.

Tamada’s preparation for the role has been both exciting and challenging. “Some characters are easier to access, while others need a bit more time and experimenting to uncover. In regards to Ty Lee, I feel as though we share many similar traits which makes the process very fun!” Despite her rising fame, she remains grounded thanks to the support of her family and friends. Reflecting on her journey, she notes, “It's important to explore and accept that you have a unique way of impacting the world.” Momona’s dedication to her craft and authenticity promises a compelling performance in one of her most significant roles yet.

Hi Momona how are you? What’s keeping you creative nowadays?

I’m good! Thank you! Recently I’ve been loving exploring the things that spark my curiosity the most. This can look like a lot of different things. Sometimes it’s drawing, and writing, other times it’s dancing and experimenting with movement! As an artist I believe we must honor the things that inspire us and follow them to wherever the journey takes us!

How did you get started in acting, and what drew you to this career?

My introduction to acting and the film industry actually began through my love of dance! At first, I expected to work as a background dancer on films to broaden my experiences. Through that, I was introduced to the acting side of the industry! Although I never planned to start a career in film, I truly feel so lucky to have found something I love and am growing in by the day!

Can you share a memorable moment from your early days on set?

Some of my favorite memories were made on set of The Babysitters Club. 6 other girls and my first “big” project as an actress, it was everything I could’ve ever asked for! We had the best times everyday, on set off set, it was all a blast. One specific memory I still cherish was getting to spend my 13th birthday on set. We were filming a scene reshoot for the bsc and that date ended up landing on my birthday. I got to celebrate it with the cast and crew -and the girls threw me a surprise bday party after!!

How do you prepare for a new role, especially one as significant as in "Avatar: The Last Airbender"?

My preparation looks different depending on the requirements of the role and project. As well as the “connectedness” I have to the character from the beginning. Some characters are easier to access, while others need a bit more time and experimenting to uncover. In regards to Ty Lee, I feel as though we share many similar traits which makes the process very fun! It’s also helpful to have such a well written and loved character to look to in terms of character and performance.

What challenges have you faced in your acting career, and how have you overcome them?

There have been many challenges I’ve faced over the last few years, but it’s important to work through them with both patience and kindness towards yourself. Acting is an art at its core, so it can often be discouraging when you feel as though you aren’t able to connect or perform something in the way you want. That being said, something that has really helped me through my challenges is reminding myself that by trying something, you are already taking a step forward in it! You don’t have to classify things as “good” or “bad” rather the mindset you have towards an experience!!

Let’s talk about “Avatar: The Last Airbender.” How does it feel to be part of the live-action adaptation of such a beloved series?

I say this all the time, but it truly feels like I’m living in a dream. Avatar the Last Airbender was a show on my list of dream projects and roles, so to be a part of the live action adaptation is something I can’t even describe in words! I fell in love with the series when I watched it for the first time in 2020, and now bringing that series to life feels so full circle.

Can you tell us about your character in "Avatar: The Last Airbender" and what drew you to this role?

I play Ty Lee in Avatar: The Last Airbender. She’s originally a talented contortionist and circus performer, and also known to be a chi blocker. This is a technique that allows her to temporarily block others’ muscles using pressure points, and in turn, their abilities to bend elements. Ty Lee is bubbly and full of life, and is often seen with princess Azula and her fellow best friend Mai!

How do you stay grounded and maintain a work-life balance?

I think I owe a lot of my ability to stay grounded to my family and friends. They’ve been there with me since day one, long before I thought I’d step into the world that is this line of work. They know me in every way and remind me of the importance of maintaining my who I am outside of the industry.

What role has your family played in supporting your career?

My family has been my biggest form of support. Through my love of dance to now acting, they’ve made endless sacrifices for me to be able to continue what I love. I don’t think I realized it then, but as I get older, my appreciation for them grows daily. Especially for my parents. They supported any crazy thing I wanted to do, encouraged me when I needed it, and reminded me of the love I come from.

How would you describe your personal style, and what influences your fashion choices?

I think my personal style is constantly changing. The thing I love about fashion is that it is an expression of yourself. What you wear is ultimately your choice and is a place in which you’re able to express freely. It’s been fun getting to see how my tastes have changed as the years go by. I definitely look to the people around me as well as my own personal preferences to craft my own wardrobe and style.

Can you share any causes or social issues you are passionate about and why? How do you use your platform to raise awareness for these causes?

In terms of the world, I believe that we should be there for each other, at all times, but especially when others need it the most. It doesn’t take away from you to help others or to ask for help. Some of the things I feel deeply passionate about are mental health awareness as well as equality rights. In this day and age, social media seems to carry so much of the information we consume, so getting to use my platform to spread knowledge, encourage others, and find ways to support those around me brings me joy.

What advice would you give to young people who want to make a difference in their communities?

To go for it!! I think it can be easy to feel underestimated as youth, but we prove time and time again that our ages don’t limit us and the changes we are making in the world. It inspires me to see how other young changemakers are redefining the world we live in. They inspire the world around them and are making the changes!!

How do you define success, both personally and professionally?

This is such a great question and something i’ve been thinking about a lot recently. I think constantly striving for “success” can become a daunting cycle if it falls into unhealthy habits and perspectives, so recently I've been trying to redefine what success may look like to me -even if that may not be the typical definition of success. Discovering sensations and exploring the idea of “new” has been something that I prioritize as success as of recently. Even if you didn’t grasp or complete something in full, it should still be deemed a success if it makes you feel good and or helps you grow as an individual.

What life lessons have you learned from your experiences in the entertainment industry?

The value of your authenticity and self. The industry is filled with thousands of talented individuals that are all making their mark on the world, but that doesn’t mean it takes away or creates a lack in your talents. It's been valuable to explore and develop an understanding and acceptance that you are your own person and have a unique way of impacting the world. As long as you follow your own heart, trust that you will end up where YOU need to be.

How do you deal with setbacks and failures, and what motivates you to keep going?

In the heart of this question, I believe the thing that ultimately keeps me going is passion. My love and eagerness to learn more and to experience growth drives me through the many setbacks I may encounter. Sometimes, certain obstacles are tougher than others, which is where I lean on community and those around me for support, especially if I feel that I cannot overcome them alone. We should not fear failure as a reason to keep us from achieving what we want!

If you were a book, what book would you be and why?

If I were a book I think I'd be one filled with feel-good comforting quotes and messages. Something that you can look at any place, at any time, as a reminder of your unique place in the world. A book that feels like a warm hug!!

#natla #atla #avatar the last airbender #netflix avatar #netflix atla #avatar netflix #atla netflix #momona tamada #interview #photoshoot #a book of

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i’ll make you okay (drive them away)

feat: vittorio toscano / gn!reader

summary: an unfortunate run-in with the knight leaves you injured and exhausted. vittorio patches you up.

content: swearing, descriptions of blood and injury, descriptions of violence, hurt/comfort, reader is implied to be a young adult. reader is a menace. title from “between the bars” by elliot smith.

notes: my first ever fic :) enjoy!

fuck fuck fuck. you’ve been running for a few good minutes now and you can still hear the loud, clanky sound of metal boots hitting the ground. the knight had gotten a good hit on you earlier, swinging his sword towards you and cutting into your side. you hold the leaking wound tighter, breathing hard and trying to focus on anything but the pain. you’ve done this many times before, but it never made the pain any less real.

running into more walls and windows, you pass a locker while out of the knight’s sight, grabbing the handle and slamming the door shut as hard as you could. you sprinted past the area, making a mental note to thank elodie later; she had taught you the trick some time after you were taken by the fog, claiming it worked most of the time.

looking over your shoulder as you continued to run, you hear the sound of a locker slamming shut followed by an annoyed humpf, signaling the killer had been fooled by the deception. it would’ve been funny if you weren’t in need of some serious medical attention. you tear your mind away from the killer and run into the nearest building; the small shack connected to the main building.

upon entering, you shuffle to a corner and sit, deciding to take a breather before searching for a med-kit or a fellow survivor to help you out. luckily, you didn’t have to worry about bleeding out just yet— the entity worked in strange ways, desperate to prolong your suffering.

three gens have popped in the time you’d ran the knight across the map. you’d only seen one other survivor during the time; ace flashed you a wide smile and a thumbs up as you ran past, before continuing to repair the machinery.

“are you alright?”

you knew that italian accent anywhere. you whipped your head to the left, seeing vittorio enter the building with a concerned look underneath his shaggy hair. he held a med-kit in one of his hands.

guess ace’s luck really does rub off.

“yes, my lord, i am fairing quite well at the moment.” you said with a snarky smile. you couldn’t resist poking fun at his previous lifestyle. when he first arrived at the survivor camp, you were quick to annoy him with an over-the-top accent and bad old english, much to his annoyance. he grew fond of it over time.

he walked towards you and sat down on his knees, opening the med-kit and pulling out various supplies. you took the time to soak in his appearance— shirtless, with glowing runes and murals etched across his skin. you never knew exactly how they did that. you had asked him, once, telling him that you also wanted “kick-ass glowing tattoos.” he insisted he didn't understand how either, and then had you explain what “kick-ass” meant. you took the opportunity to teach him modern lingo along with the help of other survivors.

he grabbed the end of your shirt and lifted, just enough to uncover the wound. his penetrating gaze lingered for a moment before he grabbed a gauze pad and applied pressure to the cut. you hissed, just audible enough for him to hear.

this wasn’t the first time he’d patched you up. you loved to take chase, having learned how to dodge hits and lose the killer from the best from the moment you arrived. it often led to you running into the man, who was already prepared to heal your wounds and fuss over you. you never minded.

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

you met his gaze for a moment, nodded, then looked away. despite the fact that he was older than you, you couldn’t deny that he was incredibly handsome. i mean, cmon. everyone knew it. you’d seen dwight’s face go red when vittorio shook his hand during their first meeting. hell, even nea looked taken aback. it was hard to not get flustered in the man’s presence.

of course, life in the realm really wasn’t suitable for romanticism's and flings. you tended to stray away from those things. but you couldn’t deny he was often on your mind, as much as you wanted to.

“what are you thinking so hard about?”

you lifted your gaze up to him once again. he was focused on finishing up applying pressure to your wound, getting ready to wrap the bandages around your middle to make sure the blood stays where it’s supposed to.

“nothing, your majesty.”

“i’ve already told you, i wasn’t a king—”

“yeah, yeah, blah, blah whatever. just hurry your old man hands up so we can get out of here.”

he huffed and shook his head.

“i’m hurrying, fastidio, i just have to—”

the sound of loud, metal footsteps approaching made him halt his efforts. he looked over in the sound’s direction, them quickly back to you.

you hurried to stand, vittorio wrapping your arm around his shoulder and placing his arm around you for support. you spoke in a hushed voice, not looking to attract the metal-clad killer.

“come on, let’s get up stairs.”

you shuffled to the main building and up the stairs together, him letting you put your weight on him as he made sure to not touch your wound. he was definitely strong, that much you could tell by just looking at him. the feeling of muscle beneath his uncovered flesh made you flush. you shook your head.

the generator there was already roaring with life, having been repaired earlier in the trail. you mentally thanked ace and the other survivor, whoever they may be; the sounds of the machinery would drown out any noises you or vittorio would make.

he helped you settle back down next to the wall, sitting down with you and reopening his med-kit.

“i’m almost done. just sit tight, i’ve got you.”

the deep rumble of his voice almost made you forget about the bleeding coming from your side. it was nice to know that even though the entity loved to wipe memories, it could never wipe the thoughts of a man who is old enough to be your father from your mind.

you guess age gaps didn’t exactly matter in a realm where you couldn’t permanently die.

right— you almost forgot you were in the middle of a trial. god, he made it hard to focus. you’re running for your life one moment and the next thing you know, you’re swooning over a man who’s most likely more concerned about the bleeding wound on your side.

a generator popping in the distance made you jump. you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice he had finished wrapping you up. he sat back and met your gaze.

“there. does it still hurt? i’ve been letting rebecca teach me.”

it...surprisingly didn’t. not nearly as much as it did before, at least.

“i feel splendid. thank you, my lord.”

he rolled his eyes as you stood to give him a dramatic bow.

“it’s good to know that you can still find ways to laugh at me while you’re nearly bleeding to death.”

you smiled, and his pretend frown turned upwards. he tore his gaze away from you.

“come on. let’s go find this last gen.”

“right after you, vito.”

you exited the broken down building together, the murky sky coming into view. making sure the knight was no where in sight, you headed to the flashing lights in the distance overhead. ace flashed his signature cocky grin as you two approached, having already begun fixing the machine.

“hey, you two. kate is distracting the knight. was wondering where you guys were...you weren’t getting freaky in there, were you?”

he grins as he asks, but his tone sounds as if he is genuinely wondering. you crouch beside the generator, getting to work and opening your mouth for a snarky response, when vittorio interrupts.

“jealous it was us and not you and jane?”

“listen, man. have you seen her? she’s gorgeous, and has a killer bo—”

“okay, dude. i’d rather not hear about who you want to fuck, thank you.” you huffed, twisting gears and connecting wires. ace lets out a laugh.

“who knew you had a thing for older guys, huh?”

you sigh. two can play this game, and you were nothing if not a master at getting on people’s nerves.

“oh hey, that reminds me of this one time i was walking outside of camp, and saw you and someone who looked suspiciously like dwight fucki—”

you’re cut off by the sound of kate’s scream, the generator popping to life seconds after. ace stands.

“well, i’ll go grab a gate and you two grab her. sound good?”

you stand and pat vittorio’s back.

“yeah. me and grand-pappy got this.”

he gets to his feet and shakes his head. you’re distracted by just how tall he is for a moment.

damn. maybe you’d take a hit on purpose, just to let him patch you up again.

#dead by daylight #dbd #vittorio toscano #dbd x reader

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