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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 4 years ago

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In Times Past

Character: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bruce Wayne’s life doesn’t exist beyond the fake storylines he performs for the media and citizens of Gotham. Maybe the only person that can change that is someone who knew him before Batman ever even existed.

Word Count: 8,200+ [One Shot]

Warnings: Violence, mentions of sexual harrassment

A/N: As I teased before, this was inspired by this scene from Batman Begins.

Bruce could sense Alfred’s tension when he walked into the kitchen that morning. The man was not one to hold back his thoughts and feelings. It was both a blessing and a curse. But Bruce sensed it was the latter today.

Before Bruce could even get a sip of coffee in, Alfred tossed the Sunday newspaper in front of him.

On the front page was a photo of Batman, far too high of a resolution for Bruce’s liking. ‘BATMAN: SAVIOR OR MENACE?’ the headline read.

“A little too close for comfort, don’t you think?” Alfred asked with a hint of sass.

However, Bruce controlled his reaction.

“Not the first time I’ve been photographed, Alfred.”

“You’re dancing with the devil, Master Wayne.”

“So, what? You want me to lay down the cape because everyone in America has the ability to take a photo on their cellphone?”

“Of course not,” Alfred retorted. Though Alfred secretly wished every day that Bruce would say goodbye to the Batman. “I just thought perhaps you should be putting a bit more effort into Bruce Wayne’s life if you really want to throw Gotham off your trail.”

Then he tossed another newspaper. This one of Bruce Wayne, the other mask he wore.

‘Bruce Wayne Lights Up the Room at Charity Ball.’

Alfred points to the date…it was 9 months ago. And it was unfortunately the last time Bruce Wayne was in the press.

“You better start creating alibis, Master Wayne, or the dark web will start to putting two and two together…”

Bruce sighed. He knew Alfred was right. But he hated all that went with what he had to do. He’d rather face off with Gotham’s deadliest criminals than go galavanting around the city as the self-absorbed and reckless playboy persona that he’d created.

“There is a birthday party for Eaton Elliot next weekend. Naturally, being old family friends, you received an invitation,” Alfred explained. “Plenty of press will be there to note your attendance. Seems rather convenient."

Bruce recognized the name. It was the older brother of Thomas Elliot, a childhood friend that he slightly lost touch with. He’d see him or his parents at various events, and things were always cordial.

But it didn’t really matter how absent or quiet Bruce was when it came to maintaining such relationships. Everyone forgave such behavior when it came to saving face with the only living member of the Wayne family. Bruce could spit in the faces of Gotham’s elite and they’d probably thank him for it.

“Black tie affair, as always,” Alfred added as he slipped the invitation to Bruce. “Perhaps you could bring a date…”

Bruce glared up at the butler. “Dates make it harder to make a quick and quiet exit, Alfred.”

“Well, maybe that’s the point, Master Wayne.”

————

Just like he was on patrol or working on an op, Bruce had prepared for every single scenario. He made a plan that would be the most effective in the shortest amount of time. He didn’t want to torture himself any longer than absolutely necessary.

When Alfred asked him again if he was planning on bringing a date, Bruce had only replied with a mischievous smirk.

Because he walked in with a girl on each arm.

It wasn’t the classy or gentlemanly thing to do. And that was exactly the point.

Conversations paused, attention was turned, and flashes went off.

Bruce Wayne made his entrance.

He carefully fell into the groove of being the spoiled brat everyone had painted him out to be. It had been awhile since he played the part, but Bruce always found it easy when he was surrounded by these kinds of people.

Bruce made sure to slightly slur his words. He would get too handsy with his dates. He would rudely interrupt people to share his own useless opinion on whatever topic was leading the conversation. He never looked waitstaff in the eye.

But now it was time for the finale.

Bruce whispered a certain suggestion into the ears of his dates.

They shared a look that proved they were both game.

The three of them stumbled into a bathroom – one out in the open that most of the guests would be steered toward.

The kissing began and clothes were quickly shifted.

There was a split moment when Bruce wondered what this would feel like for a man who actually wanted to be in this situation.

The two woman managed unbuckle his belt, the clanking metal echoing in the all-tile bathroom.

But just as they unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants, Bruce’s cellphone rang loudly.

Right on cue.

“Ladies, ladies, ladies,” Bruce whined. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” his words stumbled out. “But I just have to take this call.”

“Aww. Brucie. You’re no fun,” one of the women fussed.

But Bruce gave off enough dominate energy that they didn’t try to fight him on it.

Hair disheveled, mouth swollen and pink, lipstick stains on his skin and his pants and belt barely put back together, Bruce stumbled out of the bathroom first.

The two women didn’t bother to stay back and spread out their exits, making it very clear what had just happened – or what it looked like just happened.

It didn’t matter that Bruce didn’t actually have sex with them, every woman in Gotham wanted to say they’d shared a bed with Bruce Wayne. His two dates would lie to save face and get street cred. Bruce hated that he knew that, that it was guaranteed.

Dozens of people, who were socializing near the bathroom, stopped what they were doing and watched with judgmental looks. Some men looked jealous. Some women looked disgusted and eyed the two women up and down.

Then there was the flash of a camera.

Bingo.

Bruce wouldn’t have to linger much longer now.

He played up being somewhat embarrassed.

But just as he put his phone to his ear to take the fake call that Alfred dialed, he saw the last person he expected.

It caused him to do a double take and freeze.

His focus fell for a moment as they made eye contact.

Why did she have to be here?

Why did she have to be one of his witnesses?

Why did it hurt so much to see how she looked at him as if he were a stranger?

And why did she have to look so god damn beautiful?

Y/F/N Y/L/N.

The Y/L/N family were another one of Gotham’s elite – well, they used to be.

Y/N’s father was once worth billions. But being born into wealth didn’t guarantee intelligence or the skills to properly run the family business. When Bruce and Y/N were in high school, Y/N’s father filed for bankruptcy and confessed that the family was about to lose everything. With the announcement, the press also exposed Mr. Y/L/N’s many lustful affairs.

What came next was a messy and brutal divorce that the media ate up.

Out of spite, Y/N’s mother remarried her ex-husband’s biggest competitor, maintaining her status and wealth, and making sure she still came out on top. It was the greatest revenge and even Y/N had to give her mother credit for the ingenuity of it all.

Bruce remembered how terrible it all was for Y/N, who was used as a pawn in her parents war against each other.

Having had enough of it, Y/N fled Gotham and chose to live with her eccentric great aunt in London and finished her last year of high school there.

But Y/N didn’t run away from Bruce. They emailed, texted, video chatted, called.

They had always been good friends.

The elites of Gotham always suspected the two would get married. But both Bruce and Y/N pretended to ignore such whisperings.

But when Bruce shifted his life, when he changed his life’s purpose, when he started becoming a vigilante…he stopped taking Y/N’s calls and he stopped returning them.

He told himself it was better that way. He couldn’t handle any distractions. Batman didn’t have time for personal relationships, so neither did Bruce Wayne. But more importantly, Y/N deserved someone who would prioritize her – even just as a friend.

Now Bruce needed to get actually drunk.

Putting the phone back to his ear, he broke eye contact and made a beeline for one of the bars.

“Did you forget to tell me about the guest list, Alfred?” Bruce muttered evenly to the phone, knowing that Alfred would easily be able to hear his anger and irritation.

“How was I to know who RSVPed yes or no…” Alfred bit back. But he knew exactly who Bruce was looking at.

Bruce frowned as he ended the call abruptly and asked for a whiskey.

“I don’t know, man. She’s not my type,” a man said to his friend.

The two of them were just a foot or two away from Bruce.

“What do you mean ‘not your type’? She’s fucking hot.”

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s beautiful. But she’s so stiff and uptight. Look, she’s had a resting bitch face all night.”

Bruce’s grip on his face tightened as he easily put together who they were talking about. It was moments like these that Bruce hated being lumped together with men like this.

“You’re an idiot,” the friend said with a laugh.

“Oh, yeah? Alright. If you’re so obsessed with her, why don’t you go over and talk to her?”

Bruce saw his window.

With a sloppy haste, Bruce turned right into the two men and just happened to spill his drink over the man who was about to make a move on Y/N.

Bruce laughed and spilled another drink on the bar as he tried to grab some nearby cocktail napkins. “Gentleman, gentleman…I so dearly apologize.”

Both of them were clearly annoyed, but then realized who he was.

Bruce gripped them by the shoulders and made sure his eyes were struggling to stay open. “I could be wrong…but it’s possible…that I have been over served.”

He broke out into a chuckle and both men forced their own laughter.

Bruce subtle glanced over to where Y/N had been standing. She’d disappeared.

He’d spared her…for now.

“I think it’s time I go home,” Bruce told them too loudly. “Do me a favor? Wish her congratulations for me?”

The two men looked at one another. “Congratulations? To who?”

Bruce frowned in confusion and looked around. “Isn’t this an engagement party?”

They tried to hide their laughter. “Wayne, this is a birthday party. For Eaton Elliot.”

Bruce’s brows shot up. “A birthday party? Look at that!”

Then he turned around, zigzagged his walk, and threw a wave over his shoulder.

But Bruce wasn’t that lucky.

Because when he made his way to the valet, he found Y/N waiting patiently with her back to him.

Her fancy dress and gloves seemed to do nothing to help protect her from the cold night.

Bruce could’ve left. He could’ve left her alone, gone back into the party, and made more of a fool of himself.

But next thing he knew, he was walking forward.

“Waiting for your car?”

Y/N didn’t turn to him, but it was clear that she heard his question and recognized who it had come from. “I didn’t drive. They’re getting me a cab.”

Bruce nodded slowly even though she wasn’t looking at him.

All charm had left his body now that he had quit the act. It wasn’t going to do any favors for him. He needed to do this on his own, as his real self.

Y/N finally turned with a slight attitude and Bruce was taken aback at how she was even more beautiful up close.

“What are you doing here, Bruce?”

He smirked. “I’m here for the party, of course.” He didn’t want to play the part anymore – not with her. But it was second nature at this point.

Her lips pursed at his response.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked.

Y/N sighed. “Between you and me, I’m only here as a favor to my mother. She wouldn’t get off my back about coming. I tried to leave sooner, but…”

One of the valets hopped up the steps. “I’m sorry, Dr. Y/L/N. It can take awhile to get cabs in the area at this time of night.”

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile and opened her mouth to say she’d walk home.

“I’ll drive her home,” Bruce spoke before she could. Then he handed the valet his ticket.

Y/N looked at him with confusion and a bit of annoyance. “You really don’t have to do that.”

Bruce just gave her a look that said he absolutely did.

Then Y/N gestured back to the party. “You’re just gonna abandon your dates?”

The way she asked made it clear that Y/N had seen Bruce stumble out of the bathroom with the two of them. He also didn’t miss how she emphasized the plural.

“They’ll be fine,” Bruce told her.

He took a step toward her. “Let me give you a ride, Y/N.”

She took in a deep breath.

She knew she needed the ride. Only an idiot would walk home at this time of night, even if the walk to her apartment was a relatively safe one for Gotham standards.

Y/N just nodded.

A minute later, an Aston Martin drove up.

Bruce offered his arm to Y/N and helped her down the stairs before opening the passenger door for her.

He handed the valet a few bills, not even noticing they were all hundreds.

“Where to?” Bruce asked her.

“Oh, umm…” Y/N quickly gave him her address.

“I know you’ve been gone awhile, but you definitely shouldn’t be walking around the streets of Gotham at night.”

Y/N scoffed. “I’m aware. I moved back awhile ago.”

“Oh. I didn’t know…”

“Yeah. Well, why would you? It’s not like you kept in touch.”

The car filled with silence.

Y/N stared out the passenger window, looking at the skyscraper lights of Gotham

It seemed Y/N had no issue with staying silent for the whole car ride.There was nothing awkward about it for her.

But Bruce knew there were things he needed to say. “I’m sorry.”

This was the last thing Y/N expected and her head whipped to him.

But Bruce kept his eyes on the road. “For disappearing like I did.”

Y/N slowly turned back to the passenger window and said nothing.

Bruce didn’t expect to win her forgiveness. He would have to deal with that. But at least he could apologize.

“Y/N.” Bruce said it ever so quietly, like he was forbidden from speaking it. “This isn’t…I’m not…” Dammit. What was he even trying to accomplish right now? “Back there–”

“Back there?” Y/N interrupted his fumbling. “Oh, you mean the threesome you had in a bathroom at a party?”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

Everyone bought his performance. Unfortunately, even Y/N.

Bruce pulled over and Y/N realized they were at her building already.

“You can say whatever makes you feel good, Bruce. Have at it.” Then she threw open the car door.

She put her hand on the handle to help herself out.

But she hesitated.

No. She wasn’t going down without a fight.

Y/N spun around to face Bruce, his blue eyes already waiting for her.

“You used to be kind. Strong and brave. You were better than all of them.”

And for the first time, Bruce really saw the damage he had done.

“Is that boy really gone?” She searched his eyes for the answer. “What is the act and what is the truth?” She whispered. “Huh, Bruce?”

He wanted to tell her.

Bruce had never felt the urge to expose his secret ever before.

But right now? Right now, he wanted to take Y/N back to the manor, drag her down to the cave, and show her all of his secrets – every single one.

But he couldn’t. And he knew that.

Bruce kept his face reserved.

His brow furrowed for just a second as he took Y/N in. All of her. Her eyelashes. Her lips. The styling of her hair. The dip of her neck.

“You became quite the woman, Y/N.” He told her. “And a beautiful one at that.”

Y/N blinked at the statement. Her mind desperately tried to decipher the hidden message in his words, in his actions from the night. But she came up with nothing.

She wanted to say that she knew he was using flattery to divert her attention from what she wanted to know. But it was also clear that he genuinely meant what he said as well. His eyes seeming to be taking in every moment of being in her presence.

If Y/N weren’t so irritated, she probably would’ve been more taken aback by his compliment, feeling vulnerable and almost embarrassed.

There wasn’t any point in pushing.

So Y/N took in a breath. “Thank you for the ride, Bruce.”

He just nodded. Then he watched her walk to the door of her apartment building. He probably lingered a few moments too long, but he couldn’t bring himself to once again put distance between them.

————

Alfred brought down food and an espresso to the cave.

When he looked up, Y/F/N Y/L/N’s face was on the giant screen.

“Working on a case, Master Wayne?” He asked with his usual sarcasm.

Bruce ignored the question. “She attended undergrad in Metropolis and then went to grad school in New York City.”

“Yes, I can see that…considering you have her student records exploited all over the screen,” Alfred responded with a smirk. “She’s been living in Gotham again for a few years, working as a psychiatrist. Even volunteers her services at Arkham – pro bono.”

That caught Bruce’s attention. He turned away from the screen to look at Alfred.

“I found no record of that,” he argued.

“Yes. Well, her mother is rather embarrassed by it. Thinks it gives the family a bad image. She insisted Y/N’s philanthropy was kept secret, even approved the NDAs herself.”

Bruce gave him a look, utterly confused how Alfred had access to such information.

Alfred raised an eyebrow. “Never underestimate the power of gossip, Master Wayne. Most family secrets cannot be found on the dark corners of the internet.” Then he smirked. “You would gain quite the knowledge if you didn’t turn your nose up at it.”

Bruce smiled at that and turned back to the computer.

“So, I take it that it was good seeing her?” Alfred pressed.

Bruce tensed at the question. “Not entirely. I’m certain that she hates me.”

“Hates you or hates the character you’ve so carefully created?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just Bruce Wayne to her.”

Alfred opened his mouth to say more.

“Leave it, Alfred.” Bruce cut off before he could.

“Well, it appears I’m not the one struggling with leaving it alone, Master Wayne.”

Like many of Gotham’s elites, Alfred had humored the idea that Bruce and Y/N would make a marvelous couple. Like Bruce, Y/N didn’t let money and power sway her morals or damage her good and kind heart.

Alfred had always enjoyed having her over and listening to her and Bruce’s laughter as they caused trouble around the manor and entertained themselves.

But he also saw how her departure effected Bruce, no matter how much the teenager had tried to hide it at the time.

Maybe Alfred was an optimist or a romantic, but he still believed there was a chance for the two of them. But Bruce, quite frankly, would have to get over himself and his stubbornness.

————

Bruce was looking down at the city from yet another rooftop. It had been a quiet night. And he hated nights like that. It was always ended up being the calm before a storm.

“Batman?” Alfred spoke into his comms.

“Yes.”

“It appears there’s been a breakout at Arkham. The media hasn’t caught wind of it yet. But law enforcement has already been dispatched.”

“I’m on my way,” Bruce announced as he slid down a fire escape and made his way to the batmobile that he’d hidden in the shadows of an alley.

“Master Wayne…” Alfred knew to only use codenames on comms.

Bruce tense. “What is it?”

There was hesitation from the butler. “Y/N was scheduled to work a shift there tonight…”

Bruce said nothing. But his foot pressed the gas pedal down further than necessary.

—

Y/N was sitting with a patient when the alarm went off.

The people that worked there called them inmates, and corrected her every time she chose not to use that title.

Harleen Quinzel had been sitting across from Y/N for almost 30 minutes when they were interrupted.

“Oh, fun!” Harley clapped and giggled as the sirens filled their ears.

Harley and Y/N had formed an interesting relationship. The criminal seemed to like her and looked forward to her visits. She never threatened Y/N or tried to manipulate her.

Y/N believes she won her over by addressing her as Dr. Quinzel and often asking her professional opinions on trends and news in their industry.

Most people there only referred to Harley as if she was property of the Joker, no matter how many times Harley clarified that she wasn’t his anything anymore.

“Does this happen a lot?” Y/N asked her, trying to remain calm.

“Not enough, if ya ask me!” She laughed.

Y/N made the mistake of opening the door and seeing that the majority of the cells had been opened and prisoners were slowly making their way into the hallway.

“Not good,” Y/N muttered.

“Don’t worry, doc. I’ll protect ya! Us gals gotta stick together.” Harley said from behind her shoulder.

Y/N whipped around and looked at her and then at the table she’d been sitting at. “Dr. Quinzel! How did you get out of your restraints?”

“Oh, I’ve always been able to. I just leave ‘em on to be polite.”

Y/N sighed. No one had explained any sort of protocol for such a situation.

“Where the fuck are all the guards?” Y/N asked.

Suddenly the lights shut off.

“Yippy!” Harley cheered.

Y/N turned to her and softly grabbed her shoulder, but gave her an insistent look. “Harley, we need to get somewhere safe.”

Her face did dip to serious for a moment. “You don’t need to worry about me. But you’re right. Not everyone in here appreciates a shrink…”

To her surprise, Harley starts pulling her through the darkness with a purpose.

Y/N had no idea where she was planning on taking her. It seemed all the doors were in lock-down mode, leaving her stranded. If she survived tonight, she’d definitely be bringing that up to the board.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Y/N yelped at the sound.

Someone had either gotten a hold of a gun or security guards were opening fire.

Either way, it caused chaos to erupt.

Suddenly the dark hallways were being filled with a stampede of prisoners. Either they wanted to take down the guard who was shooting or they were getting an adrenaline rush at the concept of their peers attacking their wardens.

The crowd ripped the two women apart. Y/N was shoved up against the wall and her head slammed against the cement.

Y/N swore under her breath from the pain.

“Is that…No, it can’t be…”

A voice called out over the madness.

A chill went up Y/N’s spine. She’d know that voice anywhere.

The Joker.

He wasn’t one of her patients. All researchers and doctors were forbidden to speak with him – especially after what happened with Harley.

But that didn’t stop the Joker from knowing who Y/N was. He whined and whined about feeling left out. “All my pals get to chat with her and all I get to do is look!”

Now, Joker was free from him isolation.

Y/N suspected he was behind the breakout.

And he was going to make a slight detour. A detour that was doing whatever the hell he wanted to with Dr. Y/L/N.

Y/N didn’t even bother hiding her fear. With a new found strength and endurance, she started shoving her way through the mob.

“I hear you and my pumpkin’ pie have gotten close.” Then his smile dropped. “Too close, if ya ask me.”

Y/N ignored him as another prisoner shoved into her shoulder.

“I don’t appreciate you putting ideas in her head!”

Y/N stopped, realizing she had miscalculated her escape and had come to a dead end.

So she slowly turned around to face him, putting her back to the wall. “And what ideas are those?”

“Independence. Self respect. A life beyond crime and incarceration,” he spat.

Y/N realized he had his goonies flanking him, only making her odds that much worse.

“Those aren’t ideas. They’re a reality, a possible future,” she defended.

Joker didn’t like that answer one bit. He threw himself against her, once again slamming Y/N into the wall.

He gripped her chin roughly and smiled with his yellow teeth. “You know…she’s not the only doctor I’d like to break in. And in more ways than one, if you catch my drift,” he giggled.

Then his eyes raked over her body, up and down. His hands slid down her hips and the side of her legs until they got to the hem of her pencil skirt.

Y/N shoved him away with all of her strength.

But that earned her a slap across the face from him.

Joker gripped her waist tightly pressing her between the wall and his body. “I’m in charge now, doc. And I’ve got a few lessons to teach you.”

His hands grabbed at the buttons of her blouse and with one jerk, he ripped open her her blouse.

But before he could go any further, a few of his lackeys cried out in pain.

Y/N swore she heard the sound of objects whipping through the darkness.

She didn’t want to let herself feel any relief. But she hoped Harley had made her way back to her. She’d probably pack an even heavier punch once she realized Y/N needed protecting from her asshole ex.

But when Joker turned around and Y/N followed his gaze, Harley was nowhere to be found.

Yet three men were on the ground, unconscious.

“Well, well, well,” Joker muttered in amusement. “Has Batsy come out to play?”

Next thing Y/N saw was a shadow dropping down out of nowhere and taking out even more of Joker’s men.

Joker seemed to be prepared for such an interruption. Because he grabbed a knife from somewhere hidden on his body and ripped Y/N off the wall. He pressed Y/N’s back to his chest and put the tip of his knife to her throat.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” Joker sang.

To Y/N’s shock, Batman stepped into what little light was in the hallway.

“Long time, no see!” Joker screamed so loudly that Y/N flinched. “Did you miss me, Batsy? And you came all this way to see little old me?! How very sweet!”

“Your attempted escape was a failure,” Batman stated. “There’s nowhere for you to go. All the exits are blocked. Arkham has been contained.”

“What a shame! I really felt this one was gonna work!” Joker laughed.

Batman took a step toward him. “It’s over, Joker.”

“You’re probably right,” Joker shrugged. “But I really wanted to have some fun with doc here. So, if you could give us some privacy.”

Batman’s eyes flickered to Y/N’s for a brief moment. “Let her go,” he warned.

“How about…no?” Joker laughed.

Just as Batman was about to make his move, Y/N grabbed the wrist of Joker’s arm that held the knife. She twisted it and dived in such a succinct motion that it was obvious Y/N had been trained.

Whipping herself out of Joker’s grip, she twisted Joker’s arm so roughly and quickly behind his back that he had no choice but to drop his knife from the pain.

Then Y/N was now facing him, and with one swift swing of her leg, she kicked him right in the groan.

Batman saw his opening and rushed forward, cuffing Joker in place.

While Batman neutralized him, Y/N stumbled for the knife that Joker had dropped, still not feeling safe and out of danger.

She looked around, realizing that the police had filtered in and apprehended all the escaped prisoners. Some were already locked back into their cells. Other’s were in handcuffs with guns being pointed at them in warning.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” his voice made her whip back around.

How the hell did Batman know her name?

She squinted wearily at him.

“You can drop the knife,” Batman told her quietly.

Y/N blinked and looked down at her hand, having forgotten that she even grabbed the knife. And she now had a vice-like grip on it.

Her hands were shaking when she dropped the knife and the clatter echoed in the hallway.

She eyed the Joker, not trusting any sort of weapon to be in his vicinity, despite being handcuffed now.

“He’s not going anywhere,” Batman noted, as if he could read her mind and hear the concerns she was thinking.

Police officers surrounded them now.

“Until next time, doc!” Joker sang loudly.

Batman stepped between him and Y/N, shielding her from even being seen by the lunatic.

Y/N eyed him, wondering if he did that on purpose.

“This way,” he directed lowly as he led her out of the hallway.

Y/N was surprised when he escorted her all the way out of the building.

Wasn’t this supposed to be Gotham’s Dark Knight? A disappearing act? An urban legend that some people still didn’t believe in?

When they got outside, there were even more officers. The night was flickering blue and red from all the patrol car’s lights still being on.

Commissioner Gordon was having a field day with Arkham’s warden, yelling at him about lack of protocol and no protection for the volunteers and workers that had gotten caught in the crossfire.

But finally, the reality of what just happened was starting to set in for Y/N. And she realized that her entire body was shaking.

All of a sudden, a blanket was wrapped around her shoulders.

She looked up to see that Batman had draped it over her. When and where he’d grabbed it, she had no clue. But the warmth was helping, so she didn’t question it.

“Thank you…for saving me back there.”

Was that a smirk on his lips? Was Batman amused by her?

Why was it so comforting when he was a mere stranger?

And his eyes, even when they were surrounded by a cowl and dark paint, they still felt familiar. Y/N had a similar feeling to deja vu.

“Looked like you had it handled,” he replied.

“Oh, I definitely didn’t. But thank god for those self-defense classes.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for a second.

“Make sure you get checked out by the paramedics,” he told her gently, but insistent.

It was far too gentle for his Batman alter ego. But she caught how it sounded like it personally mattered to him.

Y/N looked behind her, where the ambulance was.

But when she turned back around, Batman was gone.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was being surrounded by two paramedics and Commissioner Gordon who was careful not to push her by asking too many questions at once.

“Does he always do that?” She asked him in a daze.

“Do what?” Gordon asked.

“Disappear like that?”

Gordon smiled and nodded. “Annoying, isn’t it?”

———

“What’s the gossip of the privileged this week?” Bruce asked Alfred at breakfast a few days after the outbreak.

“Something specific you’re looking for, Master Wayne?” Alfred asked as he poured Bruce a big mug of coffee.

Bruce glared at him, knowing he was playing coy with him.

But he put his pride aside. “How is she doing?”

Alfred took pity on him. “She took some time off work. But seems to be handling it better than expected. Makes quite a bit of sense, doesn’t it? Her being psychiatrist and all.”

Bruce just nodded with a dazed look.

“You could always see for yourself…” Alfred added.

Bruce snapped out of his daze and looked up him questioningly.

“You could go see her,” Alfred confirmed.

“Alfred, don’t you start.”

“Start what, Master Wayne? Pushing you to form any sort of relationship?”

Bruce sighed and got up from the breakfast nook. He didn’t want to fight with him, so he’d made his exit before that happened.

“Batman has plenty of friends,” Alfred stopped him. “But what about Bruce Wayne, hmm? Who are his friends?”

“You saying we’re not friends, Alfred?”

“I’m all you’ve got, Master Wayne. And that’s my point.”

Before the discussion could go on any further, the doorbell rang.

The two men shared a look.

No one stopped by the manor.

Alfred made his way over.

Bruce figured he’d wait where he was. But the front entrance was too far away from him to overhear any conversation.

A few minutes later, Alfred walked in with an unreadable expression.

“Dr. Y/L/N is here, Master Wayne. She is waiting for you in the drawing room.”

Bruce opened his mouth to tell him to make an excuse and get her to leave. But Alfred was already disappearing, making it clear that he would do no such thing for him.

When Bruce walked into the drawing room, he found Y/N’s back to him as she looked at the family heirlooms and trinkets that were displayed on the shelved.

She was dressed casually, which caught Bruce off guard since he’d only see her in formal wear and professional outfits since their reunion. Her hair was in a messy bun and she didn’t appear to be wearing much makeup, if any at all.

“Hi,” he greeted softly, making her quickly turn around.

“Hi,” she replied.

Bruce stepped further into the room. But neither of them moved to sit in any of the many seats that surrounded them.

“I heard what happened. How are you doing?” He asked.

She nodded and shrugged. “Alright.”

“I’m surprised to see you here,” Bruce admitted.

Y/N ignored his comment and her eyes went around the room. “I missed this place,” she thought aloud. Then her eyes fell back to his, softening. “I missed you.”

Bruce was taken aback from her confession. Seeing as the last time they were together, she was rather blunt about how disgusted and disappointed in him she was.

The energy between them felt so different than last time.

To his surprise, Y/N stepped toward him. And she didn’t stop until she was at a proximity that most would call rather intimate.

There was a voice in the back of Bruce’s mind, urging him to close the last bit of distance and place his lips on hers. But he managed to ignore it. That didn’t stop his heart from beating faster, though.

Y/N stared into his eyes for a few seconds, almost like she was searching for something.

“I have something that belongs to you…”

Bruce waited, not sure what she could possibly have to give him.

But then she pulled out one of his batarangs from her coat pocket, offering it to him.

She had found it embedded in the wall when she had gone back down to grab her personal belongings that night.

Bruce kept his face composed. “I’m not sure I understand.”

But he grabbed it from her anyways.

“He’s you,” she whispered. “Or I guess…you’re him.”

Bruce let out a breath, “Y/N…”

She took step away from him. “Don’t lie to me, Bruce.”

So he shut his mouth and said nothing instead.

“I’ve been doing some research. Things started lining up,” Y/N explained. “The first Batman sightings were right around when we stopped talking. The more Batman was in the press, the less Bruce Wayne was. And when he was, it was never positive – like it was meant to be a distraction.”

Her eyes went sad. “I never understood how the boy I used to love could grow into the man I’m so disappointed in. It never made sense.” She paused. “But when you wonder if the man himself is the mask, it all fits.”

“I’m sorry.” Bruce hung his head slightly. “I couldn’t tell anyone. Not even you.”

“I’d never share your secret.”

“I know,” he answered instantly.

Y/N couldn’t hold back her emotions any longer. Her eyes welled with tears. “Bruce…living like this has its consequences.”

Bruce said nothing.

She stepped forward and grabbed his hand. “You can’t change the world on your own. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Y/N wasn’t giving him advice. She was offering him something.

Her trust.

Her secrecy.

Her love.

He shook his head, but gripped her hand tightly. “You would just end up in the shadows with me. And I…I can’t do that to you.”

“I’m stronger than you think,” Y/N defended.

“I’ve always known how strong you are, Y/N.” His jaw tightened at even the thought of being selfish. “You deserve more than what I can give. Gotham will always come first. That’s the sacrifice I made. That’s what is required. I can’t be what you need.”

Y/N studied his face, knowing that there would be no winning with him.

She nodded once, not even slightly hiding her heartbreak and disappointment.

Then she stepped closer and gave him a slow kiss on the cheek.

“It’s not a one time offer, Bruce.”

Bruce couldn’t move a muscle. He was rooted in place.

He heard Y/N have a short conversation with Alfred, then the door closed, and she was gone again.

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Bruce Wayne was a fool.

Alfred could probably make a list, in seconds, with a hundred reasons why.

But, no, Bruce Wayne was a fool for believing Y/N would give up so easily.

Two weeks later, Y/N was at Wayne Manor again.

Bruce knew something was going on when Alfred didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.

In one of her arms was popcorn seeds, twizzlers, sour patch kids, and chocolate covered pretzels. In the other arm was a case of beer.

Y/N barely said hi to Bruce as Alfred helped her out of her coat and took the things out of her grasp so she was no longer struggling to hold it all.

“I’m here to use your theater,” she announced.

And with that, she walked right past Bruce like she owned the place.

Bruce looked at Alfred and silently asked, ‘What the hell is going on?’

“I believe you have a guest to entertain, Master Wayne.” Then he looked at the items in his hand. “And I believe I have some popcorn to make.”

Bruce still didn’t move.

“You successfully closed yet another case last night, it’s Friday night, and you have a beautiful woman who decided she wants to spend her time with you. Best you don’t keep her waiting, Master Wayne.”

Bruce narrowed his gaze as if telling Alfred they’d discuss this matter at another time.

“I presume you shouldn’t go empty handed,” Alfred added quickly and handed Bruce two beers from the case in his arms.

Bruce chuckled, but started walking away. “I’m surprised you even let this stuff in the house, Alfred.”

When Bruce reached the theater, Y/N had already started a movie.

He watched her a for a moment before she could realize he'd joined her.

Y/N looked like she belonged there. Even after all this time apart, she just burrowed herself a cozy nook in Bruce’s life.

It was something she had been able to do even when they were kids. When Bruce had his mood swings or his depressive episodes, Y/N didn’t scare. She just found her way to stay at his side without upsetting him further.

Bruce grabbed the seat to the left of hers.

They weren’t really seats, more like small beds. A dozen were placed in the theater.

A couple could easily share one, but Bruce wasn’t planning on even approaching that fine line.

When Bruce sat down, he didn’t look at Y/N. But she gave a shy smile at his joining.

It was a long movie – almost a 3 hour run time.

And Y/N almost made it.

Without only 30 minutes left, Y/N had fallen asleep. Meaning Bruce’s attention was now taken from the movie.

He got up and grabbed one of the many blankets in the trunk hidden in the corner and placed it carefully over her, before silently leaving.

This was not a one time thing.

These type of visits continued.

Bruce knew Y/N and Alfred had to be in cahoots together.

Y/N seemed to always come to the manor when Bruce needed her most.

Alfred would force Bruce out of the cave and moments later, the doorbell would be ringing.

On the bad nights, she wouldn’t make him talk. She wouldn’t ask questions or try to make him magically feel better. Sometimes she would talk – mostly about mundane things. She’d tell Bruce about her day or how her neighbor always left baked goods at her door or about the new show she started watching. Sometimes she wouldn’t say anything at all, just sit there silently and make sure he wasn’t alone.

Sometimes she would bring coffee and pastries.

Sometimes Bruce would just walk into the library and find her reading.

Sometimes she would sit and chat with Alfred as if he was the reason she was visiting, and not Bruce.

Bruce couldn’t sleep one night. Nothing specific was causing his insomnia. Just the overall weight of being so many people.

It was 3AM when Y/N texted him to open the door for her because she didn’t want to wake Alfred.

When Bruce did so, Y/N was standing on the other door in sandals and a slightly transparent coverup that barely showed the outline of the bathing suit underneath.

He said nothing, but his face clearly showed that he wanted to know why the hell she was there in the middle of the night.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Y/N told him quietly. Then she shrugged a bit,“I decided I wanted to go for a swim."

Whether she was lying for his benefit, Bruce wasn’t sure. But he followed her to the indoor swimming pool like a sailor would follow a siren.

Without hesitation, Y/N kicked her sandals off and tossed her coverup on the nearest chair. And the next second, she was diving into the pool.

Bruce smirked at her nonchalance, but made sure to hide it when she breached the surface once again.

“Doesn’t your apartment building have its won pool?” He asked.

Y/N smiled and tilted her head back to get her hair wet again and out of her face. “They put too much chlorine in it.”

Bruce crossed his arms, “I see.”

“Coming in?” She asked teasingly.

He shook his head.

“At least keep me company,” she requested.

Bruce glared playfully at her, knowing the game she was playing.

But he finally sighed and nodded.

He was in cotton shorts and a t-shirt. But he decided to sit on the edge of the pool and dip his feet in.

He watched as she swam around, looking as natural in the water as a mermaid. She had always loved swimming as a kid and it appeared not much had changed.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He finally decided to break the silence.

Y/N swam to him and crossed her arms on the edge of the pool to rest and tilted her head to look at him.

She shrugged, “The usual: stress, nightmares, insomnia, too much caffeine.”

Bruce’s concern spiked instantly. “Nightmares about what?”

She watched him for a moment, seeing how quickly her subtle comment triggered him.

“You’re not the only person who’s seen fucked up things, Bruce.”

An hour later, Y/N asked for a towel.

When she climbed out, she was taken aback by Bruce wrapping it around her shoulders and rubbing her down gently. It was innocent, but subtly intimate.

As their eyes locked for a prolonged time, and he seemed to realize what he’d done accidentally.

Y/N cleared her throat. “I should head home and let you try to get some sleep.”

“You could stay,” he offered. “I mean, we have plenty of bedrooms here,” he quickly added and saved himself a bit.

“Is that…what you want?” Y/N asked slowly.

Bruce knew what she was trying to ask. He didn’t trust himself to answer the way he should, so he didn’t answer.

“Let me drive you home,” he asked as they left the indoor pool and started toward the front entrance.

Y/N ignored the request until they were at the door. She turned to face him with a smug look, “I’m perfectly capable of driving myself. Thank you.”

She hesitated before kissing him on the cheek. “Get some sleep, Bruce.”

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Months after Y/N’s visits started, Bruce was doing some research for a case on his tablet as he ate dinner.

“Margaret Caulfield’s engagement party is tonight,” Alfred broke the silence of the manor as he took Bruce’s finished plate.

Bruce looked confused on why he was supposed to care.

“Y/N will be there,” Alfred added.

But Bruce still didn’t understand what he was trying to say.

“Master Wayne, when you attend all those sufferable parties, what is the first question people ask you?”

Bruce thought for a moment. “When I plan on settling down, I guess.”

“Now imagine that, but magnified by about 100…and that is what Y/N’s experience is at those same parties. That young woman is one of the brightest people in Gotham and all those people care about is who will put a silly ring on her finger.”

Bruce leaned back in his chair, now understanding what Alfred was getting at. “I’m not her boyfriend, Alfred.”

“And you’ve made damn sure of that,” Alfred said a little too harshly.

Bruce watched him carefully.

“Y/N has fought off every one of your attempts to be a miserable recluse.”

Bruce opened his mouth.

“And don’t you dare try and tell me her efforts are wasted,” Alfred cut him off. “I’ve seen a change in you. And she has asked for absolutely nothing in return. She’d never ask you to pick her over Batman. Though she bloody well should!”

He wasn’t done.

“You’re not living, Master Wayne. And I won’t apologize for wanting more for you.”

Bruce just sat there and took it.

Alfred took in a breath, calming himself down. “There’s a suit waiting for you in your bedroom. I’ve decided I’m going for a evening walk.”

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Y/N didn’t know how many more champagnes she’d have to shrug to start feeling the buzz she so desperately needed.

Not even an hour of being at the party and she’s already been asked 15 times if she was seeing anyone. And when she answered no, half of those ended in them trying to set her up with someone.

As Y/N was trying to think of an excuse to escape, an old family friend approached her – a friend of her grandma’s unfortunately.

“Y/N, dear, let me see those hands!”

Y/N wanted to roll her eyes and snap, but she did as requested.

“No ring yet,” the woman teased, but she was also genuinely disappointed.

“That would be my fault, actually.” A voice said behind Y/N before she felt a hand on her lower back.

“Oh, Mr. Wayne, how nice of you to come!” The woman beamed. “Now, Y/N, why wouldn’t you tell anyone that you and Bruce are an item?”

“My fault again,” Bruce chuckled, “I’ve always enjoyed a good secret.”

Before she could ask more, Bruce smiled politely. “If you could excuse us for a moment.”

He steered Y/N to a private area of the party.

“What are you doing?” Y/N hissed at him. “The press are gonna have a field day. You and I will be every headline tomorrow.”

He smiled at her frantic concern.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I’m serious!”

Bruce captured her lips, silencing any further panic from her.

Y/N was completely caught off guard, but he wasn’t letting her go so easily. And soon, her hand went to the back of his head and she kissed him back.

Damn all the people who were probably watching them.

When Bruce finally let her pull away, he smirked at her dazed look and cupped her cheek.

She matched his smirk.

But then reality set in like a splash of cold water and she frowned.

“Am I – Is this your new cover?” She asked shakily, so scared that the answer was ‘yes.’

She could tolerate being Bruce’s friend for the rest of her life. But she wouldn’t survive being used in such a way. She couldn’t live in a fake relationship with a man she actually loved. She’d rather watch his sloppy persona with girls hanging off of him.

“No cover-up,” he muttered to her. “Just me and you – the real me.”

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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Getting Railed By Your Jealous Bf Ushijima After He Meets Your Childhood Ex (Who Wants You Back!)📱📞

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Birthday Event Req By @juminly :

So I was trying to request the following >.<: a NSFW Ushi drabble with f!reader. Ushi being triggered by jealousy or something that happened between f!reader and someone else? I initially wrote a few kinks and you could go ahead with whatever inspires you! [cockwarming, face-sitting, blowjob, mirror sex, bondage, dirty talk or anything else tbh... and soft!dom!ushi]

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A/N: I’m glad we overcame the technical difficulties for you to eventually send this req. hope you like it babes. I still have 2 more reqs from the event that shouldn’t take too long, thanks for being patient!

(NSFW 18+)

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Getting Railed By Your Jealous Bf Ushijima After He Meets Your Childhood Ex (Who Wants You Back!)📱📞

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Sooooooooo

It’s canon that Ushi is a very calm and collected bf

Your friends love him 💕

Your pet loved him 💕

And your family loves him

Or that’s what Ushi always thought...... until tonight.

You and Toshi went to your parents house for an elegant middle aged people dinner party they were throwing with all their friends from the neighborhood

Ushijima wore a suit and everything 💜💜💜 you wore in a beautiful green dress and small heels to match him

CUTIES

The dinner party was great: 🎶 classy , bougie, ratchet extremely classy haha 💎

Until.......

your parent’s best friends’ son—Jeremy—happened to be home too.

Actually , he surprised everyone, crashing the party unexpectedly

And he brought gifts🤨.

Making a huge entrance that had everyone screaming in delight and hugging him, Ushijima couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the way your family fawned over your childhood friend

Your parents can’t help but gush over Jeremy, because they’ve always wanted you to marry him and move with him to America to study cosmetic surgery

In high school you two dated a little, but then you realized it was all for the benefit of your parents and you agreed to break up but remained distant friends

You were good with that , as you thought it was a mutual decision

But it wasn’t. Jeremy truly had feelings for you and they hadn’t stopped just because he moved away and finished med school

“These are for you, Y/N.” Jeremy smoothly handed you a bouquet of your favourite type of flowers

You hadn’t the heart to tell him your favourite type had changed since high school :S

“And Wakatoshi-san, I didn’t know you would be here. Apologies.” He shook his hand.

Ushijima’s face was hard. “I don’t know why I would not be.....?” He answered with a slight eyebrow raise, squeezing Jeremy’s hand right back.

Hose down that fire Y/N

Anyway, even though your parents like Ushi a lot, it was pretty obvious to you AND your boyfriend that both them + Jeremy’s parents never gave up hope that you two would one day get back together

Not to mention They were as subtle as elephants in a library

They got the fucking photo album, showing everyone including Ushijima pictures of you and Jeremy bathing together as babies and kissing before prom

SMFH!

“Oh, you live in Beverly Hills, now?” Your mom’s eyes sparkled at Jeremy as he showed her pictures of his mansion on his phone. “Y/N looooves that part of Los Angeles, don’t you, honey?”

You noticed Ushijima stiffen. He was thinking about the love of his life, you, living in LA in Jeremy’s ugly mansion and it pissed this Ace off.

You nodded slowly, giving your mom a warning glance. “Sure, when I was 15.”

“Hey Jeremy, your father told me last weekend that you know of bunch of players on the LA Rams?”

Jeremy nodded proudly. “Yes sir. A lot of their wives and mothers are patients of mine, so the starting line up usually sends me Christmas cards with season passes and signed memorabilia so that I up their women on the waiting lists. Whenever you’re in America and you’d like to go see a game, just let me know.”

You rolled your eyes at how loud your father exclaimed in joy. “I keep telling you to call me YF/N!” He clapped. “And that’s a real sport right there. Football, Baseball, Soccer. Everything else is a joke to real men.” Your father finished.

“DAD!” You chastised, stomping your foot under the table.

“What—?”

You glowered are him. “In case you FORGOT.....Ushijima happens to be a professional volleyball player.”

Your dad had clearly forgotten, trying to blubber out an apology. Ushijima interrupted him, putting a hand on yours to settle his furious girlfriend.

“That’s quite alright, sir. I took no offence to it.” Ushi was used to other men not recognizing volleyball as a manly sport—he is very confident so that didn’t bother him. Rather, what stung was the fact that your father had never asked Toshi to call him by his first name before, and you two had been dating for three years.

To your dismay, Yours and Jeremys parents continued to say annoying shit like that all night

Jeremy loved it 🙄

You hated it, and defended your man at any chance you got

Ushijima stayed silent through it all, trying to calm you down actually.

Like I said he’s confident and not easily shaken

He only had had enough when the conversation changed to Jeremy’s explanation of liking his life and his career but it all never seeming good enough because of “the one that got away” and how “she seems happy in a relationship now” but “he would do anything to get her back”

Meanwhile he’s sneaking heartfelt glances at you 🤬🤬🤬🤢

Your mother and father were doting, looking at you and eachother as if to say “come onnnnn Y/N give him another chance”

Ushijima picked up on it all.

At one point during Jeremy’s explanation of ‘the one that got away’ you stuck your finger down your throat to make a gagging noise childishly

YOUR PARENTS WERE NOT HAPPY LMAO

anyway, at the end of the night you said bye to everyone..... and Jeremy asked to speak to you in private on the empty porch

Ushijima watched with a locked jaw by the car, leaning on it so he could stare openly

He was justly heated as he watched the conversation (but couldn’t hear anything) happening on the porch at night

He witnessed Jeremy write down what had to be his number and hold it in front of you for you to take

You hesitated, not sure if you should take it just to avoid causing more waves with both parents or to stomp on his foot

Luckily you didn’t need to do either because Ushijima had silently stormed over in a millisecond, whisking the paper from Jeremy’s hand, staring at his number written on the paper before crumbling it and throwing it over his shoulder.

“She doesn’t need it. Goodnight, Jeremy.”

Ushi grabbed your hand and walked you to the car angry af, you had to jog in your heels to keep up with him

This man was maaad and silent the whole way home, thinking about how everyone seems to be so sure that your ex could have given you a better life

He still held your hand the entire drive though, so clearly he wasn’t mad at you ❤️

He hated that everyone liked this Jeremy better all because he went down the conventional path to success:

Hadn’t Toshi paid for everything? Hadn’t Toshi massaged your feet? Hadn’t Toshi made you extremely happy? Hadn’t they seen how you were treated? Did you believe someone could do better?

Nonsense.

Toshi knew that he was the BEST boy and that no one could dare love you more or treat you better....... and you tended to agree

But Toshi needed to hear you say it.

He needed to feel it, too.

Upon arriving at yours & Toshi’s gorgeous modern home:

Toshi hurriedly closed the door

you hadn’t even fully taken off your heels yet when you felt your boyfriend pressed himself against you from behind, lifting your dress up and rubbing his long hard cock print on your pantied pussy lips as you bent over

You moaned and started to get wet immediately

“Take off the panties.” He ordered.

you did obviously 😭 almost tripped with how fast you did it

Horny bish lol

Your boyfriend then picked you up in his strong arms and walked a few steps into the foyer, placing you so your ass was sitting on the 7th marble stair. He knelt down in between your legs and spread them while you sat on the staircase

He squeezed your ass in his large hands and dove into your pussy with his lips then tongue, immediately skipping the gentle licks... and tongue fucking your entrance into oblivion

His tongue was wet, strong and needy and fuck you choked on your own cries

You threw your head back, already screaming Ushi’s name

“Mmm scream my name just like that. Let everyone hear who you belong to.” He paused tongue fucking you to order.

you shuddered as you felt his warm breath on your clit and Ushi expertly enclosed his mouth around your sopping cunt, French kissing your clit into his mouth and sucking on it like a tiny lollipop

You tugged on his hair and screamed his name louder, feeling your interior walls clench

Once your legs started shaking because you were about to fall over the edge, Ushi picked you up again, making you wrap your legs around his waist

Toshi bent down quickly to empty his pockets which consisted of his keys, wallet, and his phone, placing it where you were just sitting when he was eating you out

Ushiwaka pressed your back against the wall beside the staircase.....

He held your entire body weight with one arm as he leaned in to kiss your neck, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt and kick his pants off

When he was freed & nude, he asked you kindly if you were ready and once you nodded he put one of his feet on the sixth stair, the other on the fifth, then thrusted deep into your soaking heat

He wasted no time in pounding you into the wall, the slight pain of the hard wall and your boyfriend’s hard dick somehow heightening the pleasure factor

Ushijima took both of your wrists in his gigantic hand and locked them above your head as he gave you nice and deep thrusts the way you both like it

“So fucking wet. All because of me, correct? I’m the only one who makes your pussy drip like this.”

Your pussy answered:💧 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧

Your vaginal walls squeezed around his dick and you bit his shoulder because the pleasure disallowed you to speak and Ushi groaned out

“Say. This. Tight. Pussy. Is. Mine.” He grunted as he circled his hips a bit while pounding, his voice grave.

Toshi picked up the pace as your soaking wet walls clenched around him even more from his dirty talk.

“Say. Who. This. Pussy. Belongs. To. Beautiful.”

You were being fucked too well, you couldn’t speak, you could only moan ... like usual

But your boyfriend wasn’t having any of that tonight.

He let go of your captive wrists and held you with both hands again, stepping downstairs and stopping in front of the large mirror in your foyer, turning so that only you could see yourself poking over his large shoulder, along with your boyfriend’s fine juicy ass and back calf muscles 🤤

Ushi grabbed the back of your neck (not enough to hurt) but just enough so that your head was up and you were looking at yourself in the mirror. He began to fuck you again, getting nice and deep in your pussy as he made you bounce on his dick in his arms

“Are you seeing yourself?” He laughed sexily. “Getting dumb-fucked, Princess? Whose dick are you taking, Y/N?” Wakatoshi groaned as your pussy clenched around him even more. He could tell you were about to cum and that he wouldn’t be long after. But he needed to hear you say something first.

“Who is your first choice, Y/N? Who fucks you like this every night? Who’s dick can you never get enough of? Me? Or Him?”

In your stupor, you watched yourself in the mirror: Toshi’s delectable ass flexing as he pushed in and out of you, feeling his strong hand gripping your neck. You weren’t a big talker during sex and bae knew that, but the amazing feeling of this angry jealous sex was too much, his big dick felt too fucking good..... and one particularly hard thrust from him that grazed your g-spot in the besssst way gave you the energy to cry out;

“YOU, TOSH. FUCK THAT JEREMY, HE COULD NEVER FUCK ME LIKE YOU DO. OR TAKE CARE OF ME LIKE YOU DO. I DON’T WANT OR NEED ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU. YOU’RE THE BEST BOY WITH THE BEST DICK. NO ONE CAN EVEN C-COME CLOSE TO YOU. YOU —OH, OH, OH MY GOD, I’M GONNA—“

Wakatoshi let go of your neck, landing soft kisses on your neck while he returned to gripping your ass with both hands now, sliding you up and down his long, hard, soaking wet dick from your juices.

It felt so fucking good 😩

“That’s right princess. I’ve heard enough, baby. I knew it: I just needed to hear you say it. Now cum for me.”

when you did, you made sure to scream out all the praises you always told toshi when you weren’t getting fucked, making him feel like a King, reassuring him that your mind, body, and soul belonged to him and NO ONE else.

Wakatoshi found his release soon after from your pussy but also from your words, shooting his thick cum up inside you for you to take as he caressed your back and whispered how much he loved you in your ear.

Then, as you laid limp in his arms, he left his cock to stay warm inside you and went back to the stairs, fully prepared to go head up and bathe you, then put you to bed.

But as he passed the sixth step, though, Toshi bent down to pick up his keys, wallet and phone that he’d set there.

As you fell asleep on his shoulder, Ushi grinned at his phone screen, pressing send to the voicemail message he’d just recorded.

Whoops 😏 must have accidentally butt-dialed someone before fucking you and left a long message by accident

😕ohno😕

With a photographic memory, it wasn’t difficult for the Ace to remember such a plastic surgeon’s phone number when Ushi saw it on the note.....

And Toshi could explain to you how sorry he was that he’d accidentally dialed it before railing you to sleep on the stairs and in the foyer

But truth be told, your boyfriend’s only real regret would be not being able to see the look on Jeremy’s face when he listened to it on his flight back home.

Bday Event Masterlist

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elfenbensord · 4 years ago

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loki’s new job

5.1.21

note: so it just happened that i got the idea of loki interning at mcdonalds and hghhghg i can’t just ignore that.

loki series masterlist / request a part! / masterlist

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Loki is currently looking totally confused and slightly uncomfortable. Of course, he still manages to look completely at home in that sleek, black suit. A thin stripe of tie decorates his neck, and you refuse to give into the want to yank him down to your level and adjust it.

The crinkle in the middle of his two eyebrows is ever so present. “This doesn’t feel… right.”

“First day jitters, huh?”

“I’m not-- No, this isn’t some ridiculous human feeling!”

He spits the word in your face, like an insult. A sigh leaves his lips, before falling down onto his bed with a loud ‘thud’. The fact that you’re in his bedroom is something you’ve decided to save for another day.

“I think I’m sick. I should probably stay home all day.”

“Oh, come off it! What you’re feeling is completely normal. Everyone gets nervous on their first day.”

He’s closed his eyes now, in a nothing less than childish manner. His arms are wrapped around, covering his face as he groans. “No, no… I think I’m dying.”

You let out a short laugh. “You’re such a baby!”

Another sigh, before he breaks off to look at you sharply in the eyes. “I’m not a baby. I’m the rightful king of Asgard, the ruler of Jötunheim, a literal god -- I’m a terror!”

Now, you’re the one to roll your eyes. “Consider me terrified. And you’ve got something on your face.”

He looks panicked for a second, then uses that glowy golden magic to pick out a pocket mirror out of thin air. His frown deepens with annoyance. “No, I don't.”

“Gotcha!”

Loki drops the mirror, that completely defies the laws of everything and just disappears. He spends the time anyone else would use putting away the mirror staring up at the ceiling in a bored way. “... Why aren’t you?”

“What?”

“Why aren’t you scared of me?”

“I’m--”

You find yourself at loss of words. Well, not at loss. This thought has crossed your mind many times. By all means, you should be scared of him. Terrified, at the least. But it just turns out you’re… not.

You punch him not too lightly on the thigh. “You’re not as bad as you think, big guy.”

Yeah, you’re definitely turning soft.

Loki doesn’t seem too pleased with the answer. He sits up, still keeping his eyes on the ceiling. “I am but a shadow of my past self.”

“Well, at least you’ll soon be a minimum wage employee at one of America’s finest dining establishments.”

“Hmm. I guess I can always poison someone’s burger order if I get bored.”

He notices the slightly panicked look in your face. You aren’t entirely turned, much to your own relief.

“I’m joking.”

Oh, thank God.

“I knew you were. And are you really gonna wear your best suit for your new job at McDonald’s?”

“Oh, please. This isn’t my best suit.”

“You still look stupid.”

“Why would you say such a thing to a dying man?”

“Tell me, where does it hurt?”

“In my… stomach.” His arms brush across his abdomen, his face contorted as if in deep agony.

You reach over to lay your hand on his. “I’m sorry, but… you’ve one day to live. Tell me, what’re you gonna do?”

“I don’t know. Go skydiving, maybe go see the ocean.”

“Oh, shut up. You’d totally just rewatch the first season of ‘Downton Abbey’.”

“Hmm. You’re right, and I’d be happy with my choices.”

You touch his arm, “Come on, you’re gonna be late on your first day!”

“Oh, what a horrifying concept.” He sighs.

“Come on, big guy. Maybe I’ll come and order a Happy Meal from you.”

“Unless I die before that.”

“I’ll make sure they serve burgers at your funeral.”

Loki turns quiet, arms falling to his sides. You can almost hint a small smile playing on his lips, before taken over by a new frown. “... I think I’m cured, I feel much better now. Let’s go, I only want to be fashionably late.”

He stands up, making sure his suit follows smoothly. He finds that mirror from outer space again, checking his hair once again. ��Okay”, he looks at you. “I’m ready.”

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red1culous · 4 years ago

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Familiar Stranger part 3

Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4

At 6:10 pm you rush out of the store through the back entrance like a bat out of hell and stop dead in your tracks. Natasha Romanoff is leaning against your bike speaking to someone in a black corvette parked on the curb. You try and control your breathing and walk towards her smoothing down your clothes and running your fingers through your messy hair. You’re pretty sure you look like an absolute terror. She on the other hand looks as stunning as ever in her black jeans and black leather jacket.

As you approach her you notice through the tinted windows of the car a man with dirty light brown hair. He notices you and alerts Natasha who spins around to face you a dazzling smile on her face.

“Hey there” she says reaching out to you and giving you a quick hug.

“Hi” you say softly afraid your voice will betray you. “Sorry I’m a little late. Had to do some stock taking” you add shifting nervously from foot to foot.

“Oh sorry this is Clint” she says pointing towards the man in the car. He gives you a hard look and nods before pulling out of the parking spot and driving off.

You swallow nervously, “don’t worry about him” Natasha says, “he’s always looking out for me”.

“Right” you say softly still unsure of what to do.

“You ready?” she says straddling the back of your bike and patting the space in front of her.

“Uh yeah” you say gingerly mounting the bike trying your hardest not to let any part of yourself come into contact with the Widow. You shiver slightly when you feel her thighs press on either side of your hips. And you groan internally when she places her hands on your waist.

You start up your bike and after a minute turn your head slightly towards her and say, “umm where to?”

She just laughs heartily, “let’s start with your place so you can get changed and then I know this place where they serve the best cake in town. How’s that sound like to you?”

You just nod and ride off in the direction of your apartment unable to process the fact that Natasha Romanoff was pressed tightly against your back.

The drive home helped clear the fog from your mind…a little. Riding always loosened you up a little. But the anxiety came back in torrents when you started to climb the steps to your apartment.

“Ok so I can’t remember if I left the place in a mess or not so please ignore everything that you see” you say as you slide the key into the lock and open the door holding it for her to walk through.

She chuckles a little and steps inside a smile growing on her face, “it would take a lot to phase me” she walks in looking around, “it looks fine to me Y/N”.

You look around and let out a breath. Thank god you had tidied up before heading off the work this morning. You make a mental note to always keep the place tidy from now on just in case…

“Umm would you like a drink while I get changed?” you say walking to the fridge and peering inside.

“Sure what do you have?” Natasha follows behind you looking at the knick knacks you had decorating your place.

“I have water andddd…” you stick your head further into the fridge picking up a carton of orange juice and cringing after you take a sniff of it, “…more water” you smile at her chucking the orange juice into the trash bin.

“Water is fine, thanks” she comes up to you and leans agains the counter.

“Right so I’ll just go change real quick and umm we can go right after” you say walking backwards towards your bedroom and bump into the console table which earns you a chuckle from the redhead.

“You like knives?” you hear her shout from the living room as you pull a t-shirt over your head.

“What?” you say walking out of the bedroom a denim jacket draped over your shoulder.

She holds up a large Damascus knife raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah” you smile walking up to her, “I actually make knives in my spare time”.

“I love knives” she says passing the blade from one hand to the other with a dexterity that was mind boggling. “You’re really good. This one is very well balanced” she adds.

“Yeah? I could make you one” you say eyes still glued to her hands as if mesmerised by them.

“I should show you where I keep all my toys” she says with a smirk passing the knife back to you. Her hand lingering in yours for a second longer than it should.

“Yo-your toys?” you swallow hard. She winks at you.

“Come on let’s get that cake and coffee” she says before walking towards the door and adding, “this time I’m driving”.

The ride to the coffee shop was something else. It had you gripping onto Natasha like a koala. You’re pretty sure Natasha could feel your heartbeat with how close you were holding her. In no time she pulled into this tiny parking lot next to a diner that looked like it came out of a 50’s movie set. Sofia’s Cafe Diner look cute but classy at the same time. As Natasha holds the door open for you she said she often came here because she knew the owners from way back and they made the best peach pie this side of town. She walked past the old lady behind the counter who spoke to her warmly in an accent that sounded Russian. Natasha led you to a booth in the back and took your jacket sliding into the seat opposite you.

You tried to be civil but sitting opposite the Black Widow was proving harder than you thought. Natasha sensed your unease.

“Is this weird for you, Y/N?” she asks.

“No. I’m fine” you lie and she cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Ok maybe it’s a little unsettling” you blush thanking the girl who brought your pies to the table. When you’re alone again you look at your date and sigh, “it’s just that you’re super hot and I’m just me and I don’t see why I’m even here”.

“First of all” she beams, “thank you for the compliment. And secondly I have a confession to make” this time she ducks her head and you can see a faint blush blooming across her cheeks.

“I’ve been watching you for awhile now” she says.

“That’s umm…comforting?” you say and she laughs.

“Promise me you won’t freak out?” she says placing her hand on yours which causes your breath to hitch.

“No promises but I’ll try” you say.

“You know about six months back when there was that assassination attempt on Councilwoman Staunton?”

“Uh huh” you say slowly nodding.

“I saw you” she adds.

“You saw me?” you parrot her.

“When everyone was running for safety you were running in the opposite directly looking for people caught in the rubble”

“You saw that?” you scrunch up your face in slight embarrassment.

“Well you kinda saved me actually” she says pausing for a second, “I was under one of the slabs of concrete you shifted”

“But I would’ve remembered you” you say thinking back to that time.

“I was caked in blood and muck even my teammates didn’t recognise me at first” she says smiling at you.

“You pulled me out and stayed with me until…”

“…until Captain America came by” you finish her sentence, realisation finally dawning on you. “That was you?”.

“That was me” she nods, “you said I looked like shit” she chuckles.

“Oh my god!” you panic, “I didn’t realise that was you”

“I did look like shit” she laughs, “you saved me that day and I’ve been searching for you ever since to say thank you”

“Wow” you stare at her dumbfounded.

“So…” she hands you a fork, “this is my thank you. The best pie this side of town”

“You really didn’t have to Natasha. If you needed to do anything a simple thank you would have been more than sufficient” you smile accepting the fork from her and taking a bite of the pie moaning at how good it tasted. She just smiles at you taking a mouthful for herself.

“Plus you looked really cute covered in concrete dust” she says causing you to choke on your pie.

“Well” you say wiping your mouth on the napkin, “it was my pleasure”

“So eat up there’s something else I want to show you” she says taking a sip of her black coffee.

You glance at her a quizzically. Swallowing hard on a too-big-spoonful-of-pie you mutter, “oh…show me what?”

“Well...the first one has to do with your doctoral thesis and the second…” she takes a minute as if contemplating what she’s about to say. Leaning against the table resting her hands on its edge she says in a hushed tone, “…the second part involves rope”.

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vegetalass · 4 years ago

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RDR2 Boys at an Amusement Park

For @viperfizz... Thank you for the suggestion, I loved writing this one!!

Arthur

An amusement park just means a county fair to him. Ain’t no way he’s going to Six Flags or Great America

Okay, that’s a lie, he’d probably go if you begged him to but he wouldn’t be much fun

Total “buy a soda, sit down, and watch everyone else have all the fun” type of guy (but is that really fun?)

You try to take a picture with one of those people in costume and he looks miserable

That being said, he would have fun at a county fair!

He likes that they have animal shows, local business booths, and simpler rides and games

He does his best to try everything but probably gets tired after a couple hours

Spends most of his time after that in the petting zoo or trying all the free samples from food booths

The gang makes him hold all of their stuff… He didn’t win most of it, but he’s carrying around all of Sadie’s prizes, Tilly’s cotton candy bucket and Dutch’s jacket, as well as everything else

Poor guy

S u n s e t F e r r i s W h e e l P i c t u r e s

John

Gets stopped by security on the way in for something stupid like trying to hide a water bottle in his pants

Doesn’t care much for rides but will go on them just because he doesn’t want to waste his ticket

He doesn’t mind the haunted house rides, though, despite usually having to go by himself or with Arthur

If he’s not on a ride, he’s walking around and nobody can ever find him

Abigail makes him take Jack on all the kiddy rides and lowkey he’s not that mad about it because they’re actually pretty fun and it means he doesn’t have to bother with doing anything else

Jack is happy because John gets them a bunch of popcorn and fried food to share after, too

Literally awful at all of the mini games

Challenges Arthur to one of those High Striker strength tests and loses

He’s problematic because he 100% would go to Seaworld

Any souvenir he buys is probably just candy

Definitely falls asleep on the way home

Charles

Funnel cake and candy apple enthusiast

If the park is crowded, he’s the only one who’s ever able to find a place to sit

Probably doesn’t go on many of the scary rides

He’s down for water rides and the pirate swing, though

And laser tag if they have it

Can beat anyone’s ass at bumper cars

If it’s Charles and Arthur against anyone, they better hope that they go easy

Also probably pretty good at most of the mini games, too

He’s the one walking home with a giant plushie he got from playing Skee-Ball (Sadie and Karen have one, too)

The only souvenir he buys is a keychain with his name on it

The gang probably clowns him for it smh

Everyone is too tired at the end of the day so he has to drive home

Honestly, just take him to a boardwalk where he can sit on the beach

Micah

A n n o y i n g

Goes on the scariest ride just so he can brag about being fearless

Also probably buys one of those shirts that’s like “I Survived The Ass Crusher Roller Coaster”

Will try to force you to go with him even if you cry

His favorite type of ride are those old, wooden coasters just because they’re rickety and scary (like him)

Big fan of the gross amusement park food because he’s nasty

Likes all that stuff like fried Oreos, spiral potatoes, and Texas donuts.

Scares kids… probably has to tell at least three different families he wasn’t trying to creep on them and that he’s at the park with his friends

He’s being honest, but the whole gang is like “Uh, we don’t claim him”

Spends like an hour in the gift shop only to buy nothing

Almost gets left behind for it

Hosea

Spends too much time looking at a map of the park and trying to plan out what everyone should do

The gang’s all left by the time he’s finished thinking about it

His favorite amusement park snack is a chocolate-dipped, vanilla ice cream cone

Probably ends up eating like five of them over the course of one day

His reasoning is that he’s “on vacation”

Most likely to throw up if he goes on a ride that goes upside down

His amusement park outfit consists of a straw hat, Hawaiian shirt, khakis, and sandals

Lowkey everyone is embarrassed to be around him dressed like that

Forgets his sunscreen and comes home burnt to a crisp

And when it heals, he has a sandal tan

Has to do a headcount both before and after they go to the park just to make sure he hasn’t lost anyone

“I’m Hosea”

Dutch

Did someone say carnival? No? Yes you did

Likes the merry-go-round and swing rides because he’s a child

The only one to go on the wooden roller coasters with Micah

Honestly, actually the only one to go on rides with Micah

Buys shitty cocktails from the one beach-theme stand at the park and thinks he’s classy for it (even though they’re just margaritas with crazy straws)

Will buy a sweatshirt with the amusement park’s logo on it and wear it the entire time he’s there

It’s either that or a Hawaiian shirt with pineapples on it

He also buys any and all photos of the gang on rides even if they’re $15 each

Probably the guy who wears his hat and sunglasses on Splash Mountain just to pose while Hosea, Arthur, and John are all screaming behind him

Makes a stranger take a photo of the group at the end of the day that doesn’t even fit everyone in the screen and ends up being blurry

“If lost, return to Hosea”

Kieran

Amusement park TRASH

He can and will have fun on anything

One second he’s on a ride with upside down turns and loops, and the next he’s on teacups, and then straight back to drop tower after that

If the amusement park is large, he probably has a game plan of how to do the most in one single day

100% buys dippin’ dots, popcorn and an extra large, souvenir slushee cup with a bendy straw that he uses for the rest of the year

Goes nuts if there’s an arcade section and wins just about a million tickets

Probably doesn’t even cash them in for prizes either and gives them all away

If at Disney, he makes everyone stay for the parade

And yes, he’s wearing Mickey Mouse ears and a lanyard with pins on it

Probably buys a snow globe as a souvenir

Please go with him

Javier

He’s the one who brings lunch from home just so he doesn’t have to buy expensive carnival food

He ends up having to share most of it with the gang

Is the only one who can successfully sneak things past security

Catch him walking in with a sandwich, ten bottles of water, and an entire pack of granola bars

His favorite ride is always the gondola ride that takes you across the park in the air

He likes the drop tower, too

Like Dutch, he also poses for pictures on rides

The only one who isn’t embarrassed to take photos with the mascots

Arthur has about a thousand photos of him with a bunch of random characters

Also the only one who doesn’t forget sunscreen

The gang has to beg him to share his

He isn’t horrible at mini games, but he’s better at some of them than others

For example, terrible at the water gun squirting, but good at ring toss

He always gets at least one prize, even if it’s small

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 headcanons #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 #arthur morgan #most of my childhood memories are at amusement parks so i had soooo much fun with this #obviously not all of these are amusement parks but the idea was there!!#most of this has happened to me irl LMAO #anyway thank you for the suggestion!!

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poemprince · 5 years ago

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Golden Heart Locket [TaminoxReader ONESHOT]

It’s only been a couple months in your new relationship with Tamino, but you’ve been so happy for these said months and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Not only was he kind in every retrospect, but he was patient with your romance. There was no other way you’d like to have it, too.

It’s not like you were a serial dater, anyway, you liked to get to know your partner and you knew that rushing into a relationship would be the doom of it before it even got started. This one, however, showed that Tamino was someone who did the exact opposite. He took his time and, adorably enough, he was very shy time to time. His idea of romance was perfect, though.

He was insanely classy, first of all. American boys typically wore trashy clothes but Tamino was far from them. He wore silk shirts, high-waisted pants, vests, and jewelry that flattered his soft features. You wanted to non-verbally thank his mother for raising such a beautiful boy, but that wasn’t possible seeing as he was on tour currently.

Second of all, he was a poet. Anyone knew that from the first couple of lyrics from any of his songs, it was just a given at that point. Tamino had a heart of gold made for loving nature and beauty and he expressed that vividly in your relationship. He would often write little poems through text, mail, anything he could get to you in, he would do it, and in such a sweet and endearing manner too. His kindness surpassed anyone’s you ever knew.

Back on topic, your boyfriend was currently on tour in North America. Like, north North America. You didn’t live anywhere near any of the concerts, so you had to stay at home and focus on your schoolwork while he was out having fun. You felt bad but you exchanged cute selfies before you went to bed every night, so it was somewhat worth it. You did feel bad seeing his exhausted expression, though.

You could tell he missed you. Every text he sent was full of adoration.

T: Good night, habibi, please sleep well tonight and dream of me. ME: goodnight!! you look so tired, I wish I was there, I’d give you a million kisses <3

Setting your phone down on the nightstand, you thought about the things you’d do if you were on tour with him. You dreamed about being in his arms that night before coming to an inkling idea.

You’d just pay him a visit.

So, you paid for a ticket to one of the nearest concerts, which was twelve hours away and a couple weeks out. You knew that you could easily get a backstage pass just by texting one of Tamino’s buddies, Colin, about the show. Colin seemed overly excited that you were going to surprise Tamino, glad to be in on it. Colin told you about the procedure about getting backstage and said he’d help, so you thanked him and went to sleep that night pondering what you’d do when you reunited with your boyfriend.

It took you a week to be able to drive out somewhere and look for gifts. Getting a gift for a pretty boy didn’t seem hard, but it was beyond difficult because you knew you had to get something quality. See, with your past boyfriends, they didn’t care much for the gift itself because they didn’t see the quality of it. You could’ve gotten them a pair of socks and they wouldn’t have complained. Tamino was different because you knew that his taste was very selective. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy a good pair of socks, but you had to think out of the box for this one.

And that’s when you saw it; a pretty, dainty, golden locket. It wasn’t any larger than a dime, which made it perfectly quaint for his style. Gaudy heart lockets were so out of date, anyway. As you lifted it to look at it, you noticed small engravings on the heart. That’s when you knew it would be perfect for him. Taking it to the counter, you paid for it excitedly (alongside some clothes for yourself because you couldn’t resist) and made your way to go wrap it.

The day before the concert came and you were all packed. You were going to get a hotel room just for two nights and Colin already had the plans underway. As you drove literally twelve hours to the city the concert was being hosted in, you decided not to play Tamino’s album because you wanted to experience it again in full. The real experience was being able to listen to his music live, that was truly like a gift from heaven. His voice was enough to make angels swoon, you always joked.

Upon arriving in the city, it was already night, so you crashed in your hotel room and made yourself at home. The next morning was the day of the concert and you found yourself just as excited as when you attended your first concert of his. The city was busy, as usual, and the skies were warm and sunny, but you knew you had to get to the venue as fast as possible because it was typically first come first serve and you wanted to be near the front.

You weren’t worried about him spotting you since he kept his eyes closed while performing, but the thought did cross your mind more than once. You just hoped he’d remain cool and think it was a fan that looked similar to his lover. Getting dressed up, you ran to get lunch and a spot in the line outside the venue. You were insanely early but you knew it would be worth it, seeing only a couple of other groups lined outside the door.

And so the waiting game began.

To be honest, you didn’t care if your phone died, you didn’t need to record the concert at all. You could really just ask him any day to perform a song and he’d do it for you. Safe to say that your phone didn’t last long with you standing out there bored as hell.

As the hours pass by slowly, it begins to get dark out. You notice that the line grows and grows until it surpasses the block and, finally, when it’s time to be allowed in, you all start to move indoors. You felt excitement surge in you as you held your ticket up for examination, keeping the boxed gift in your pocket. Walking into the venue, you were greeted with cold air and the whispers of other excited concert-goers. It took about half an hour until everyone was filed into the hall, but that only fueled your energy. It felt like your blood was thundering in your ears, you could hardly handle the adrenaline.

As the band begins to walk on stage, you catch Colin’s gaze. He just smiles at you knowingly, situating himself at the bass guitar. It seems that the other band mates know about your presence because some of them giggle to themselves before focusing on tuning their instruments. Next, Tamino steps out, and the crowd roars with life, screaming his name and cheering for him. You watched him, in his loose collared shirt, smile at the crowd as he took his place center stage. You loved it when he was in the spotlight.

And so began one of the many songs played that night. You listened intently, hushing strangers near you as Tamino broke into gentle melodies, beginning with Persephone which was a personal favorite. Each song, you stared at his face, wishing you could be on stage by his side, kissing him all over. You knew some of the other girls in the crowd might be thinking the same exact thing, but you didn’t let that get to you.

Each song came and went and, before you knew it, it was over. The crowd cried deafeningly for him, wanting more, but unfortunately he had to stop for the night. He personally thanked everyone and shouted out each of his band mates before people began to leave the concert hall. You remained in your spot, fighting the crowd to get behind the stage. Colin met you halfway there, pulling you past security into a dark area behind the stage, dimly lit.

“Come on, this way,” Colin said, eyeing you as you stumbled behind him. “enjoy the show?”

“Loved it as usual, Colin! You guys were breathtaking.”

Colin breathlessly laughs, leading you to a smaller room set away from the stage. He enters, motioning the rest of the band to come out. You heard Tamino’s confused voice ask what they were doing, but it was then you entered, the two of you isolated.

“Y/N..?” He asked curiously before his dark eyes lit up. He approached you in a few strides before opening his arms, pulling you into them tightly. You burst into giggles, returning the hug and cupping his face, pulling him to your height and kissing his lips over and over.

“You were amazing out there.” You whispered but he was too stunned to respond. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the curly ends of his hair. He felt warm, even sweaty, but you didn’t mind.

“I... didn’t know you’d be here,” he laughed nervously, “I messed up a couple of times...”

“Oh, nonsense, don’t get all flustered now, you sing about love, come on.” You pinched his face, causing his nose to wrinkle cutely. “Oh! Hey, I have something...”

You reached into your pocket, withdrawing the little gift box you wrapped for him. He curiously stared at it before timidly taking it, opening it slowly to reveal the golden heart locket. He admired it with a sudden love-stricken expression, turning to you and simply responding by kissing you on the lips ever so gently.

“It’s beautiful,” he breathes, taking it out of the box and putting it on. “I love it.. I love you. Thank you, habibi.”

It was safe to say he really loved your present and, who knows, this might not be the last time you’ll surprise him at a concert. You loved his reaction, the genuinity behind it, and you know that you’ll never forget this night for years to come.

#Tamino #taminoamir #tamino amir #my very first oneshot #and HES BABY #anyways i hope yall enjoy

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oliviastan17 · 5 years ago

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Stuck (1/?)

Warnings: Language, floofy fluff

Length: 4.6k

A/n: There was so much in this dream that was so specific to me so I made it x ofc. My job, my best friend, my tattoo, my first kiss, etc. It starts off slow but keep reading because it does pick up. I’m a little nervous about this one, not gonna lie! Please reblog and leave comments because that makes me smile! DO NOT POST TO ANY OTHER WEBSITE! Gifs are not mine.Smut will come in later chapters (most likely next chapter)!

Remember this dancing for later in the story!

The elevator doors opened on the second floor to reveal a woman wearing navy blue scrubs with long dark brown hair and the greenest eyes Sebastian had ever seen. She gave him a quick smile as she stepped inside. After she saw the ground floor button was already pressed she leaned against the wall and opened the book she was carrying. She doesn’t have her eyes glued on her phone like most people do and he is immediately intrigued. His curiosity intensifies when he sees that he has also read the book in her hands.

The elevator is working fine until it jerks and suddenly comes to a stop. She stumbled back and he reached to place his hand on her back so she wouldn’t fall. She dropped her book to reach out and grab on to his arm out of instinct.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“Um…yeah, thanks. We’re not moving anymore, are we?” she said still holding on to his arm.

“I don’t think so,” he said as he pushed a couple of buttons. None of them lit up and the doors stayed closed.

“Shit,” she whispered as she looked at her watch.

“Should I call for help?” he asked pointing to the phone in the elevator.

“Yeah, I think so.”

Sebastian pushed the elevator call button and someone from the hospital’s maintenance staff answered. They informed the two occupants that it could take anywhere from 1-3 hours to be rescued.

“I need to call my charge nurse,” Liv said more to herself than to Sebastian as she took her phone out of her pocket and dialed. “Hey Sam, it’s Liv. I’m stuck in the elevator and they said it could take 1-3 hours for me to get out…No, I’m not kidding…Yeah, I’ll keep you updated…Okay, bye.”

Liv took a deep breath and then sat down.

“Three hours? I really wish I would have brought my lunch today,” Liv said as she smiled and rubbed her stomach. “I’m gonna need you to distract me from my hunger."

"I can do that. I’m Sebastian," he said as he sat down against the opposite wall.

“Liv,” she said as he glanced at her ID badge with her name and RN proudly displayed.

“So did you always want to be a nurse?”

“Well, when I was a kid I wanted to be a marine biologist but that was going to be hard to do in Arizona you know, so I let go of that dream. Then in college I was just taking like normal pre req’s for pretty much anything and I saw a group of nursing students all hanging out in their scrubs and I thought, ‘Those look so comfortable. I could wear scrubs every day.’ And it turns out I love it so,” she said shrugging her shoulders.

“Wearing scrubs or being a nurse?”

“Both actually,” she said with a smile.

“They do look comfortable. What’s on your socks?”

She lifted her pant leg so he could read the whole quote which was ‘Carpe the fuck out of this diem.’

“Plain socks are just so boring,” she said eyeing his plain black ankle cut socks peaking out of his shoes.

“Yeah, well all my fun ones are in the laundry so…”

“Sure they are,” she said with a laugh and a smile.

"So you lived in Arizona? When did you move here?"

"I was 16. Are you from New York?"

"No, I was born in Romania, moved to Vienna for a little bit and then came here when I was 12."

“That’s so much more classy than Arizona,” she said with a laugh. “Do you still know Romanian or German?”

“Romanian yes, thanks to my mom.”

“Teach me something in Romanian.”

He thought for a moment and then said, “Zambetul tau este frumos.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means your smile is beautiful.”

“Well, thank you but I was thinking more along the lines of something I could say daily,” she replied with a laugh.

“Just thought I’d put that out there,” he said smiling. “What do you want to know?”

“How do you say fuck?”

“La dracu.”

“La dracu?”

He nodded his head yes.

“La dracu, la dracu, la dracu. I’m a strong believer you should know how to curse in more than one language. That way most people won’t know what you said.”

“They probably won’t. It’s not the most common language over here.”

"Do you miss Romania?”

“I don’t really remember what it was like to be honest. I was so young when we left, you know. I went back a few years ago for work and nothing looked familiar. ”

“I've never even been out of the US."

"If you could travel anywhere, where would you want to go?"

"Oh, I don’t know…Australia seems fun. Have you been there?"

"No, I have not. If we ever get out of here we should go," he suggested with a charming smile.

"Just let me know when you're free and I'll request time off.”

He jokingly pulled out his phone and started scrolling, then asked, “How is 2 weeks from today?”

“I need little bit more warning than 2 weeks,” she laughed. “What work sent you back to Romania?"

"I’m an actor and I was there for film festival," he said after taking a deep breath.

"Oh, wow! Been in anything I would have seen?"

"I don’t know. I really haven’t done that much. A few movies, a couple plays."

“Come on. If I looked you up, what would it say was your most successful role?”

“Probably Bucky from the Captain America movies,” he said while he rubbed the stubble on his chin.

“Why are you being so modest? That’s a big deal! Those movies are huge.”

“Yeah, well…..I don’t know,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders and brought his hand up to rub his right eyebrow.

"You know, I took my nephew to see Endgame but I had no idea what was going on. Like people were clapping and cheering and crying. I mean, it was like being at a football game with my family,” she laughed. “Were you in that one?"

He shook his head yes.

"Really?"

"And apparently my performance was memorable," he said as he dramatically wiped away an imaginary tear.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!” she said bringing her hands up to cover her mouth. “There was so much going on. I barely retained anything!"

"I'm just teasing you. I had a pretty small part. And a wig.”

"Oh, I feel bad now! I’m sure you were great!"

"No, really I'm just kidding. Don't feel bad," he said placing his hand on her outstretched leg for just a second.

"Did you always want to be an actor? Like when you were a kid and stuff?"

"No, I went through an astronaut phase for a while."

“Just a phase?”

“Well, I mean I still think it would be incredible. I think it would be so cool to be up there floating in space and looking down at the earth, you know? Explore places nobody has been before.”

“Serious question,” Liv said and then paused for dramatic effect. “Do you believe in aliens?”

“Absolutely. Do you?”

“100%.”

“There’s no way we are the only living beings in the whole universe, you know?”

“Oh I completely agree,” she said sitting up straighter. “Do you think we are the smartest ones out there or the dumbest ones?”

“Maybe somewhere in the middle. I mean, we’re definitely not the smartest because well, look at the president,” Sebastian said rolling his eyes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get political. That just came out.”

“You shouldn’t apologize for speaking the truth,” she said giving him a smile that stopped his breathing.

Liv’s phone started buzzing on the floor between them and he noticed the caller ID said Hubby.

“You are not going to believe where I am,” she said into the phone.

“You’re stuck in an elevator. They floated me over to cover for you. You okay?”

“Oh, yeah I’m just sitting here with my new friend Sebastian. Talking about aliens.”

“Is he cute?”

“Actually, yeah,” Liv said darting her eyes to Sebastian. “And I think he can hear you because he is blushing now,” she said with a laugh.

“Take a picture and send it to me.”

“No, Alex I’m not going to take a picture.”

“Bitch, I said take a picture!”

“Goodbye Alex,” she said and then hung up the phone.

“Does your husband always call you a bitch?” Sebastian asked confused. “Sorry, I saw the caller ID.”

“He’s my gay/work husband and yes he does. Bitch is a term of endearment to him,” she explained while rolling her eyes.

“He’s a nurse too?”

“Yeah, we went to school together. You know what, he is actually a huge Marvel fan. Shit, I’m sorry but I am going to need a picture after all. I may not know who you are but I can guarantee you he does. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” he said scooting over from the other side of the elevator so their backs were against the same wall. He would take any excuse to get closer to her.

“Okay, ready?” Liv asked shuffling closer and holding her phone up to take a selfie. They took 3 pictures total. One normal, one with funny faces, and one he snapped mid laugh after he picked up her phone when she dropped it. She had accidentally said, “Shit! I mean la dracula! No, wait that doesn’t sound right!”

The last one was his favorite. She had her eyes closed, head tilted slightly down and away from Sebastian with a huge smile while he looked at her with an adoring smile that crinkled his eyes. If someone saw that picture they would assume these two were a couple and hadn’t just met less than 30 minutes ago.

“Here you go,” he asked as he handed the phone back to her.

“Thank you. I’ll send one to him when you are safely away. If I do it now my patients might get abandoned for the second time today.”

“Do you-“

He was cut off by the elevator making a very strange screeching noise followed by a loud bang.

“That’s not super comforting,” Sebastian said looking up at the now blinking lights.

“No, it’s not.”

“Let’s keep the distractions coming,” he suggested.

“Why are you at the hospital? Oh shit, that’s probably too personal. Skip that one. Um…”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just here visiting a friend. He’s going to be fine.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Hey, I’ve always wondered this. How do you take a blood pressure?”

“Well, you put the cuff on and push the button on the machine,” she answered smiling.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head to the side and smiled. “I meant what are you listening for with the thing?” he said referring to her stethoscope.

“I know, I’m just being a smartass,” she laughed. “You pump the cuff up and watch the gauge while you slowly deflate it. You listen for when you hear the heartbeat and that’s the top number and then the bottom number is when the heartbeat disappears.”

While Liv was talking, she made a few hand gestures and he noticed a tattoo on her right wrist.

“What’s that?”

She pulled up the sleeve of her sweatshirt to reveal an angel made up entirely of delicate swirly lines.

“You have any?” she asked him.

“No. I think I would have a hard time deciding what to get, you know. And didn’t it hurt?”

“It’s not that bad after a night of partying in Las Vegas. Barely felt a thing.”

“That’s another place I have never been to.”

“You’ve never been to Las Vegas? Okay, first we go to Australia, then next is Vegas.”

“Can we go to Japan after? Always wanted to go there too.”

“Oh, yeah! Of course!”

Sebastian wondered why his dates never were as much fun as being stuck in an elevator with her. He could listen to Liv talk endlessly no matter the subject. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to getting out of the elevator and was wondering if he was a bad person for secretly hoping it would take longer than 3 hours for help to arrive. He barely knew her but he was already hooked.

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“Okay, I have a question. I’ve seen all these interviews of actors like talking about how weird it is to film kissing or sex scenes. Is it really that weird or do you secretly enjoy it?”

He tilts his head back and laughed.

“No, I wouldn’t say I enjoy them but some are less awkward than others. I kind of compare it to a first kiss. I mean, it can be extremely awkward and uncomfortable and you never know if you are doing it right like the director wants.”

“What was your first kiss like?”

“I’m pretty sure it was bad on my part,” he said with a laugh. “I was maybe 10 or 11. It happened with my neighbor on the way to school and she was a lot older than me.”

“You had game all the way back then? What happened?” Liv asked jokingly.

“I ask myself that all the time,” he said laughing. “What about your first?”

“I was 11 or 12 I think. My crush found a balled up piece of paper my friends and I were playing MASH on and he saw his name in the list of potential spouses. He walked right up to me and asked if I liked him and I said yes and then he kissed me.”

“What’s MASH?”

“You have never played MASH? Mansion, apartment, shack, house?”

“I’ve never even heard of that. What is it?”

“Oh my god, how have you gotten this far in life and never played MASH?” Liv asked as she reached in her pockets and pulled out some paper and her pen. “It’s totally stupid but we’re doing it.”

“It’s not like we don’t have time to kill.”

“Okay, so we need some categories. We need a spouse, occupation, number of kids, pet, where to live,” she said writing the categories down. “And we need 4 for each of these categories. We’ll do mine first so you can see how it’s done. You get to pick two for me for each category but I don’t get to see what you pick so you get to write. That’s how my friends and I did it anyways.”

“Okay,” he said taking the pen from her and ever so lightly brushing his fingers on her skin. “Spouse?”

“I like that guy from The Office. John Krasinski. He seems nice,” she said and then thought for a bit on her second choice while Sebastian wrote in his two picks. “Oh! My girl crush, Kristen Bell.”

“Okay, what about occupation?”

“Professional puppy namer.”

“I think if that were a real job, it would really suit you,” he said smiling.

“And koala wrangler.”

“Practice for when we are in Australia. Good thinking. Number of kids?”

“Eleven and 9.68.”

Sebastian finished writing in his picks and her answers to all the categories. The answers Liv gave him only made her more interesting to him. They were unique and fun, just like her.

“Okay so start drawing a spiral and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

He started to draw and then stopped and counted the amount of lines from the top to the bottom. He went through the all the categories marking out the answer he landed on each time he counted to that number until there was only one left for each category.

“Are you ready?”

“Yaaasss! I’m so ready!”

“Liv, you are a model married to me living in a shack on the moon with our 18 children and our pet alligator.”

“Oh, I love that! I’m a little bummed I’m not a professional puppy namer to be completely honest but I trust the MASH gods.”

“You are too beautiful to not be a model.”

“Look at you,” Liv said as she took the paper and pen he was handing her. “Maybe you didn’t use up all your game on your first kiss after all.”

“Maybe not. Is it working?” he said flashing his charming smile.

“Maybe a little bit. But we need to see who the MASH gods put you with.”

Liv wrote out the same categories for Sebastian and they went through filling each one out.

“Sebastian, are you ready to know your future?”

“I think so.”

“Sebastian you are stripper married to me. We live at the North Pole in a mansion with our 84 children and our pet three-headed lobster.”

“You put down stripper and 84 children?” he asked laughing.

“Yeah, I’m kind of regretting the 84 children. That part really sucks for me. But you must be a really good stripper to provide me and your children a mansion to live in. So thank you.”

“Well, I do what I can, you know?” he said with a little laugh. “It seems like the MASH gods think we should get together.”

“Yeah well they have also thought I should be with Lance Bass and that is obviously not going to happen.”

“You're not going to make this easy for me are you?”

“Where's the fun in making it easy?” she said with a mischievous smile.

He just smiled back at her, licked his lips and nodded his head. He liked a challenge.

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The next 2 hours consisted of games and Sebastian’s shameless flirting. Conversation came easy and there were no awkward silences. She thought he was funny, extremely charming and handsome. He loved how confident she was and thought she was witty and sexy, even in scrubs. Well especially in scrubs. Liv had stood up at one point to stretch her legs and as she did his eyes went straight to her lower back where he noticed the top of her black lacy underwear peaking out of her low riding scrub bottoms. He only spent 30 minutes thinking about what kind of cut they were. Thirty minutes isn’t a lot of time right?

“Hobbies? What do you like to do?” Liv asked as she drew her line in connect the dots.

“Uh I read a lot, sometimes I write. Uh…go to the gym? Is that a hobby?” he looked up at Liv after his turn.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Um…you know, hang out with friends, make little short movies sometimes. You?”

“I do yoga or I go for a run almost every day. I go to Target at least once a week and just walk around. I don’t care what you say. That is a legitimate hobby.”

“You just walk around?”

“Yeah, and I buy shit I don’t need and will never use.”

“Oh, I do that all the time so add that one on to my list. What else?”

“Uh, I used to dance.”

“Really? Show me some moves.”

“No, not gonna happen,” she said with a small laugh. “I didn’t say I was good! Besides there’s barely enough room to slow dance in here.”

“Well then let’s slow dance,” he said standing up and offering his hand to Liv.

“I’m perfectly content playing connect the dots.”

“Please? Tell you what, we’ll play rock paper scissors. If I win, we are dancing. Two out of three,” he said kneeling down and putting his hands in position to play.

Liv took a deep breath and she placed her fist on the palm of her other hand. First round, rock beats scissors. Sebastian won. Second round, paper beats rock. Liv won. Third round, paper beats rock. Sebastian won.

He stood up, threw both of his arms up in victory and then offered his hand to Liv. She playfully rolled her eyes, then placed her hand in his and let him help her up.

“We need music,” he said pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“Here we go,” he said as “Baby Got Back” started playing on his phone.

He started doing a dance move that showed just how much of a dork he was and Liv couldn’t stop herself from laughing.

“I’m kidding,” he said as the song turned off and “All My Life” started playing.

“That’s just on your everyday playlist?”

“No, I don’t think I’ve heard it since my prom actually,” he said wrapping an arm around Liv’s waist and the other out to hold her hand.

“Don’t move,” Liv said as she took his face in her hands and starred the stubble on his chin. “Oh, it’s just the new gray hairs you grew because this song is old as fuck.”

Sebastian tried to hold back a laugh but couldn’t. “You know, if I didn’t find you so incredibly fascinating, I would really be hurt by that comment,” he said faking being offended while he wrapped his arm back around her waist and then started leading the dance.

“I’m kidding!” she promised him while still laughing. “I actually like your gray patch. The whole salt and pepper hair look is sexy.”

He smiled and licked his lips. It was a habit he had that Liv found unbelievably attractive.

“So you think I’m sexy?”

“Not you. Just this little gray area,” she joked pointing to his chin.

“You like me and you know it.”

“So, your prom. Good memory?” she asked changing the subject.

He laughed at her changing the subject then said, “No, not really. I’ll be replacing it with this one,” he said as he spun her.

“What happened?”

“My date ditched me so I was standing there all alone watching everyone else dance.”

“What a bitch!”

“Like I said, I’ll be replacing that memory with this one,” he said looking down at Liv with a smile. “When is the last time you danced with someone?”

“That bad?”

“No, I’m just curious.”

“I think it was probably at my sister’s wedding 2 years ago.”

“Who’d you dance with?”

“One of the groomsmen. I’ll be replacing that memory with this one,” she said looking up at him.

Sebastian smiled and nodded his head. “See? It’s a good thing I’m making you dance then, huh?”

“There may be an upside.”

Sebastian spun Liv again and instead of continuing the dance he decided to dip her. She wasn’t expecting it and the movement made her grip onto him tighter. Their eyes were locked on each other as he brought her back up. He was leading the dance much slower now to the point where they were barely moving. He darted his eyes to her slightly parted lips and back up to her emerald eyes. Sebastian leaned in slowly and very lightly pressed his lips against hers.

The very moment their lips touched was mind-blowing. A blanket of warmth spread over both of them as they melted together. Her hand was gently grazing the back of his neck giving him chills. The rough feeling of his stubble against her face was surprisingly appealing. He was hopelessly addicted now and wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to stop.

Their lips were moving together like they were made for each other. What started off as a soft kiss eventually turned into a hungry kiss. Liv stood up on her tip toes (she was quite a bit shorter than him) desperately wanting to devour all of him. He bent his knees to dip down and tightened his embrace around her waist before lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist immediately, almost as if they had done this exact move before. He took 2 steps forward and that put Liv’s back against the wall.

If it weren’t for the elevator suddenly coming back to life they would probably still be wrapped in each other’s arms. Instead, the kiss came to an end as their lips left each other. With Sebastian still holding Liv up so that she matched his height, they looked at one another and laughed at how their day had taken such a turn when they both stepped into that elevator.

Liv rested her forehead on Sebastian’s shoulder for just a moment before unwrapping her legs around his waist. Moments later the elevator doors opened to a sea of firefighters and maintenance workers.

“Sorry that took so long. You guys okay?”

“Yes, no worries. We’re fine,” Liv said with a smile as she walked past the group.

“All good,” Sebastian offered while following her.

Liv took a few more steps toward the cafeteria and then turned around.

“We should do that again,” he said with a handsome smile. “Well, maybe not the stuck in the elevator part. Can I call you?”

“Sure,” she said returning the smile and taking his phone to put her number in it. When she looked up to hand his phone back to him she saw Alex walking towards her. “I’m so sorry for what is about to happen.”

“Huh?” he asked.

“Liv! You’re out! That fucking took forever!” Alex said as he finished walking towards her. “Is this the cute guy?” he asked as he turned around to face Sebastian.

“You must be Alex,” Sebastian said.

“OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD! Do you know who you are?” he asked Sebastian. “Liv, do you know who this is? This is the best day ever! Can I just tell you how amazing you are? Fuck you are so beautiful! You broke the elevator with your hotness didn’t you? Can I get a picture? I need a picture. Let’s take a picture.”

Liv was used to the way Alex spoke so fast when he was excited but she was surprised Sebastian was able to catch any of it.

“Yeah, sure.”

Liv took the phone out of Alex’s hands and took a picture for him.

“Oh my god, I’m touching the Winter Soldier,” Alex said while placing his hand on Sebastian’s chest. “It’s like touching a rock. Jesus Christ!”

“Okay, Alex. Let’s leave the poor guy alone,” Liv said as she removed Alex’s hand. “Thanks for distracting me. Is it weird to say I had fun?”

“No, I had a great time. And not just the last part. I liked the whole 3 hours. I’ll call you,” Sebastian said and then offered a handshake to Alex. “Nice to meet you.”

“You can call me too. I’m way more fun than Liv! Any day, anytime! Or we can text!” Alex offered.

“Bye,” Liv said as she pulled Alex away.

“What the fuck just happened? He’s going to call you? What ‘last part’ was he talking about? Did you have sex in the elevator?” he asked way too loudly in a public place.

“Oh my god! Shhhh! No!” she said walking into the cafeteria to quickly get something to eat.

Alex followed her around asking question after question as she walked around the cafeteria. He finally left her to be alone when she was going to take the stairs up to her floor.

Liv was relieved to have a moment alone. She sat down on the stairs and couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She felt giddy, like she was in high school again and her crush just asked her out.

He’s so cute. I can’t even, she thought to herself as she stood up and began climbing the stairs to her floor. I hope he doesn't turn out to be an asshole. Oh god, what am I worrying about? He’s probably not even going to call. Movie stars date movie stars, not nurses.

Just before she reached her floor she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. It was a text message.

Are you free tomorrow night? –Seb

She responded with a simple yes and a kiss emoji.

Can’t wait.

Part 2

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Ch 1: your first day

nat x young reader. avengers x reader. Part of the Your Red-Headed Mentor series.

Prequel

Ch 2

You and her were locked in an intense gaze for another second, before she kicked into action. You watched as a few more people followed her into the room. You recognized them too. Captain America, Scarlet Witch, and Hawkeye. You saw the other girls in your class, some of them your friends, fleeing out the door or through the secret doors in the wall. Within two minutes, the room was cleared. The Avengers had started attacking other parts of the building, you supposed. You still hadn’t moved. You probably should, but you were trying to wrap your head around what happened. And for some reason, you didn’t feel threatened that they were here.

The building got quiet and you were still standing on the treadmill. You didn’t really have anywhere to go or anything to do. You sat down, and a moment later saw the Avengers walking past the broken down door. They must be on their way out, you thought. A moment later, the Black Widow walked back into the room. She gazed curiously at you.

“Hey, I’m Natasha,” she greeted. You nodded.

“I know. I’m Y/N,” you responded.

“Let me help you, Y/N. Do you want to come with us?” she questioned. You thought about it for a moment. You didn’t have anywhere else to go. You nodded slowly, and she gave a small smile at your agreeing.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team.” You followed her out the doors of the building. It was weird to be outside. You didn’t really get to do that often. Natasha knew that, and her lips quirked slightly upwards at the slight awe on your face. She led you to a big jet, which was called the Quinjet.

You followed her onto the jet, and met each of the Avengers. They looked at you cautiously. You were new and a trained killer, and were supposedly an emotionless one. After meeting each of them, you decided that you liked Clint a lot, he had already made some small joke that brought a smile to your lips. Steve seemed calm and trustworthy, and you liked him too. Tony made you skeptical, and Bruce hardly said anything. You were told that Thor would be back at the compound later in the week, and you could meet him then.

That made you pause. So they were going to let you stay for a little bit. It made you a little bit nervous. You saw Natasha sit down in a seat, and you sat down near her.

“It’s going to be okay,” Natasha spoke to you quietly. She could tell you were nervous. You nodded, not willing to show too much emotion. You sat in silence for the remainder of the trip, and listened to the Avengers joking around with each other. They didn’t discuss the fact that they had just destroyed the Red Room- they wouldn’t in your presence.

“Landing,” Clint called out. You became even more nervous. You had no idea where you were, or where you would be staying. You forced yourself to shove your worries down, and focus on staying alert, in case you needed to get away.

You followed Natasha when she stood up, and you were met with the site of the compound, as they called it. It was really really big. You heard her chuckle as you stared at it. You followed her inside the large doors, and up the stairs.

“I’ll show you to a free room. It’s just down the hall from mine, and right next to Wanda’s,” she said. You nodded and followed her to the room. It was spacious and comfy, but bare. You didn’t really have anything to set down.

“We’re going to have to go shopping, but some of Wanda’s things might fit you for now,” she stated thoughtfully. “I’ll give you a tour so that way you know where everything is.”

She began the tour, stopping first to point out the door to her room. She then continued down the hallway, before leading you down a different hallway that lead to the kitchen and adjoining living room. It was a big open space that had multiple rooms in it. You liked it. It was modern and classy. She pointed everything out to you, and then told you about the food.

“Do you know what you like?” she questioned, already knowing the answer. You shook your head. It’s not like you got a choice in the Red Room. She nodded, knowingly.

“You can try a bunch of stuff and then let me or FRIDAY know what you like. Oh! FRIDAY?” she called. The AI responded, making you twitch. She explained FRIDAY to you, and you nodded.

She then moved on to the gym. Your eyes lit up upon seeing it. This was comfort to you. Training was something you knew how to do, and this gym was the greatest training facility you could imagine. She chuckled.

“Feel free to come workout anytime,” she said. “Maybe once you get comfortable we could spar,” she suggested casually. You gave her another nod. She led you back upstairs and told you that the team was going to be eating dinner soon. You both sat at the counter, her drinking a beer and you drinking something she called a shirley temple. It was good and sweet.

“The chef is making a lot of different things, so you can try a lot,” she said to you.

“I’m looking forward to trying everything,” you responded. You felt a little more comfortable with her now. It had only been a few hours, but you almost trusted her, not that you would ever trust someone fully. You had been trained to never trust anyone, but you were beginning to wonder if that was wrong. You saw how Natasha acted with the other Avengers. You were beginning to think that she trusted them, like fully trusted them.

“We’re having a movie night later. You should join us,” she said with a soft smile.

“What movie are you watching?” you asked.

“I’m not sure, I know it’s Wanda’s turn to pick. She usually picks a comedy, especially since Clint picks before her, and always chooses the scariest horror movie he can find,” she gave a small laugh. You found yourself letting out a laugh too.

“Heyyy black widows,” Tony greeted. You tensed immediately, and you weren’t sure why. You were a black widow, though you technically hadn’t graduated, but only because you weren’t 18 yet. It was who you were, shouldn’t you be proud? Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw Natasha shoot him a glare. She’s looking out for me. Yeah, you liked her.

“Sorry,” he muttered to you. You didn’t even acknowledge his apology because you honestly weren’t sure why he was apologizing. He was technically correct.

“Who’s hungry?” Clint asked enthusiastically as he entered the kitchen, effectively decreasing the tension in the room.

“What’s on the menu?” Natasha asked Tony. He shrugged.

“I’m not sure, I just told the chef to do a bunch of things.”

“Excuse me,” FRIDAY chimed in. “Dinner is nearly ready. I suggest you all head to the dining room.”

“Where is the chef?” you questioned. You had been sitting in the kitchen, but the chef clearly wasn’t there.

“Oh, he’s downstairs in the other kitchen. This floor is more just for us who live here,” Tony responded. Wow, there’s more than one kitchen, you thought.

You followed everyone down to the dining room, where Wanda, Vision, and Steve were already sitting and talking. You sat down and listened as they all started talking about the movie picks for tonight. The chef came in and started telling everyone about each dish he brought in.

“Sorry, sorry,” Bruce muttered as he ran in. “I was in the lab.” The chef continued until there were twelve separate dishes scattered around the table. You gazed at all of them, suddenly starving. Everyone was given the okay to start digging in, though you weren’t sure where to start. Natasha, sitting next to you, offered her help. She asked about each dish, and if you wanted to try it, she would scoop a small amount onto your plate. By the end, you had an entire plateful, and you started eating.

Everything was so good. You couldn’t remember ever having eating this much in your life.

“Save room for dessert,” she chuckled. You looked at her in amazement, making her laugh. She couldn’t help it as she offered you a sad smile. She knew you didn't get that in the Red Room.

“So, Y/N,” Clint pondered. “Who’s the strongest Avenger?” You smirked, before acting like you were thinking it through. You knew exactly who the strongest Avenger was.

“Natasha,” you responded. She glowed, looking at you. She then turned to her fellow Avengers, looking smug. Clint and Tony actually pouted.

“Not fair, you’re just saying that because you guys get along well,” Clint whined. Everyone let out some laughs, before going back to the movie topic. The movie still hadn’t been picked. You listened to the conversation, even chiming in every so often.

Everyone ate dessert, commenting the entire time on how good it was. Wanda finally picked a movie, and everyone brought their plates to the sink before heading to the living room. Steve passed out blankets to everyone, and you settled into the couch beside Natasha. You enjoyed the movie, and so did everyone else, judging by the laughter filling the room. It ended, and everyone got up. Steve went to put his blanket away, and everyone decided to chuck their blankets with all their strength at him. He glared at all of them jokingly, and you moved to get up and help him put them away.

“Thanks Y/N,” he smiled. You talked with Natasha and Wanda on the way back to your rooms.

“Do you need some clothes for tonight? Let me get you some,” Wanda said. You all entered her room. It was really nicely decorated, and you told her so. She thanked you warmly and brought some clothes out. You picked some, and she handed them to you and Natasha. You both bid her goodnight and walked down the hall to your guest room. Natasha helped you put the clothes away, before gazing at you, eyes sparkling.

“Alright?” she asked, before she went to leave. You nodded and offered her a smile. She looked like she needed verbal confirmation.

“I’m alright Natasha,” you said. She seemed satisfied.

“Goodnight Y/N. See you in the morning. You can train in the morning or just head to the kitchen and eat if you want.”

“Sounds good. Goodnight. Thank you,” you added, hoping she would catch the sincerity in your voice. She gave you a soft smile, before heading out and closing the door. You washed up in the bathroom and changed into Wanda’s pajamas, before collapsing into bed.

I think I am going to like this place.

Natasha didn’t head to her room. She headed to the bar downstairs for a drink. She needed it after this day; a lot had happened, and suddenly there was someone else staying in the compound. Someone she really liked, and someone she wanted to help.

Steve joined her.

“You alright?” he asked. She nodded.

“Just... pensive I suppose,” she responded.

“About Y/N?” When she didn’t respond, he continued. “You’ve taken a liking to her. You’re really good with her. She already looks up to you and she’s only known you for one day.”

“She reminds me so much of me at that age,” Natasha admitted. “I just want to help her. I know it’s too early to tell, but I think she might be a good addition to the team.” Steve nodded thoughtfully.

“Well, we’ll see. Tomorrow she’ll start training, and we can see her abilities,” Steve said. Natasha nodded, before wishing him goodnight and heading to her room.

#natasha romanoff x youngreader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x you #marvel #fanfiction #mine #natasha romanoff #black widow #steve rogers #avengers x reader #tony stark #wanda maximoff #bruce banner #clint barton #thor

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lordofthenerds97 · 5 years ago

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hiya! i was wondering if i could request a ship? i’m half-danish, half-iranian- quite the odd mix lmao. i have shoulder length, kinda wavy, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. i’m hella short, 155 cm and have a petite frame. i’m quite a timid person when meeting new people, but i’m really bubbly and loud around those i trust and care for. i love painting and writing and playing the piano, i’d say i’m a kind person, trying to do the right things hah and yeah i love school and learning?? thank youu!

Of course you can, hun! I love doing ships! Also, I apologize for taking forever to post this, ahaha, quarantine does wonders for writing time!

I ship you with...

Alexei!!

Where to even start with this?

You were staying with a friend of yours, Natalia, for a couple months in Russia. It was an interesting place to say the least

You got the full tour of Moscow's club scenes and bars. Though you weren't complaining, clubbing was always a good way for you to get your frustrations out dancing

The free drinks were nice too, but that's not the point

It was the middle of the night, and you were ready to call it quits. Your legs felt like jello from the amount of dancing you had been doing for the last 6 hours. Your head was spinning from all the flashing lights. And really all you wanted to do was go home and sleep

But Natalia had other idea. "Come on, Y/N! Just one more?" she begged

And with a groan, you agreed. One more club

But you were pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn't dragging you into another sweat filled, crowded, and suffocating room. Instead, the two of you found yourselves inside a more uptown bar and grill

Your outfits drew several stares, and you couldn't blame them. Your short sequin dresses weren't exactly the 'classy' style of the bar you walked into

But the two of you made your way to the bar, sitting down beside a couple other people. The bartender asked for your order, and in somewhat broken Russian, you ordered a Raspberry Medovukha

He grinned at you and went about making your drinks, complimenting your Russian language skills. He spoke a decent amount of English, which you were thankful for

But the man beside you gave you a curious look when he heard you speak. His curly hair fell into his face and he adjusted his glasses momentarily before giving you a crooked smile. "You're not from Russia, are you?"

You laughed and shook your head. Truth be told, you could understand the language better than you could speak it. But with Natalia's tutelage, you managed to get by. "No, I'm from Germany." you said, frowning as you struggled with the pronunciation

But he smiled at you nonetheless. "The accent gave you away."

It was an interesting mix, Russian language with a German accent

You sheepishly smiled back at him while the bartender gave you your drink. "I'm Y/N." you introduced after taking a sip of your drink

"Alexei. The pleasure is mine, Y/N."

Natalia was forgotten beside you as Alexei and yourself got into a conversation. You found out he was a scientist. He discovered you were a designer in Germany. The two of you got along quite well and the conversation carried on through the night

At some point, Natalia had slipped you a note that she was going back to her apartment. She also wrote down the address for you and gave you get best wishes with Alexei

Come to find out, he was heading to America soon for work. He wasn't going to be in the country much longer, and sadly, neither were you

But you both decided to make the best of the time you had together

And neither you nor Alexei left his apartment for about a week 😉

#alexei x reader #alexei smirnoff #reader insert #requests #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 3 #stranger things ships #ships #headcanons #ship requests #i ship you with

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sansaurora9904 · 4 years ago

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Chapter II

Seonghwa has experienced so many things through 11 centuries of his life, or simply if you want 1130 years.

He lived through so many wars it's impossible to count them all.

But he never changed. He stayed the same.

Born in 900, during Parhae Dynasty, Seonghwa was the first born son of Park Jiyeon and Park Hyunwoo.

The next heir if you will.

5 years later, in 905, his younger sister, Park Soomin, was born.

The difference between the two is quite obvious. You wouldn't didn't they're related.

Seonghwa is tall, standing 178 cm with broad shoulders, very well built body, blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin.

His sister, however, stands at 170 cm with slim body, tiny waist, long straight white hair, blue eyes and pale skin.

You could easily mistaken them as twins as they do have similar features.

Over the years they have seen people they cherished die, disappear even.

But the two always stuck together no matter what.

Though the centuries they've built their own clan, or coven if you will, and a family.

On November 1st 1210, during the time king John of England began imprisoning Jews, Seonghwa and Soomin met San.

San was 3 months, 3 weeks and 1 day old at that time, the poor boy left out on the open with his parents no where in sight. Despite being a human, and a baby too, Soomin took him in and raised him with Seonghwa.

As San grew older, the boy began to realize that the Parks weren't his biologically parents so a 18 year old San sat them down and told them to explain everything.

Seonghwa and Soomin decided that day that San will know everything, from their birth to them being vampires. They excepted the younger to be afraid, to yell or scream at them for being monsters but San surprised them.

He was calm and patient, letting them explain everything. He sat in front of them quietly, legs crossed as he thought of what he should do. Eventually after a few minutes San made his decision. He was going to stay, with the people who raised him and opened his eyes to the world.

During August 31 and November 9 1888, the time serial killer Jack The Ripper murdered five victims — Mary Ann Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddows and Mary Jane Kelly — Choi Jongho was born on October 12 1888.

The boy was taken in custody by San, who claimed he and his wife (who didn't exist) wanted to have children but couldn't because she was infertile. San took him to the Parks where the young boy was placed in a safe place and heavy protection. While Soomin and San took care of Jongho, Seonghwa was helping inspectors Frederick Abberline, Henry Moore and Walter Answers and Scotland Yard to solve the murders of Jack The Ripper.

They were however unsuccessfull. The murder was never found and the murders were left unsolved.

When Jongho grew into a adult the three sat him down and explained everything to him. The younger was a bit terrified but accepted anyway because these people were the ones who took care of him and raised him.

During August 1915 the Battle of Chunuk Bair happened, it was a World War I battle fought between the Ottoman defenders and troops of the British Empire. During that time Song Mingi was born on August 9. The newborn was saved by Jongho who fled through the battle to keep him out of the war. Jongho took him to Soomin, who made sure he was healthy and had no scratches for wounds.

When Mingi was 2 years old, Jongho lost control. He bit the poor boy, sucking venom into his blood as he drank from him but he was soon removed from the 2 year old. San held him back in his arms as Soomin checked over Mingi, the boy terrified as his parental figure bit him.

Jongho's (undead) heart sank that day, guilt suffocating him as the boy he saved avoided him. Seonghwa told him it's okay, that Mingi doesn't hate him, that he's just confused and terrified. Jongho accepted the oldest vampires words and stayed away from Mingi, however he still kept a eye on the boy just in case.

As Mingi grew older it was time for him to accept what happened and fully turn into a vampire. Seonghwa sat him down and explained everything to him. It took him a while but he accepted and was eventually turned into one. Once he was stable and had more control the first thing he did was confront Jongho.

The older vampire was surprised as the youngest of 5 of them hugged him tightly in a bear hug. Jongho accepted the hug, fully smiling as Mingi forgave him.

"I understand how you felt back then. You weren't a newborn back than but I know you had your reasons." Was what Mingi said.

"I know and I'm sorry." Jongho apologized. Mingi just smiled and patted his head gently, flicking his forehead and walking away with a "See you later shortie."

The 5 of them eventually expanded their clan/coven all over the world, each one of them holding power on 5 continents (Antarctica wasn't counted for obvious reasons).

Seonghwa held high power in Eurasia (Europe and Asia), Soomin in North and South America, San in Australia and Jongho and Mingi in Africa.

In the main cities; Seoul (South Korea), Paris (France), Washington, D.C. (United States), Buenos Aires (Argentina), Sydney (Australia) and Algiers (Algeria) rules are set for the relationships between vampires and humans.

As the years and centuries passed by the technology increased rapidly. In the current year — 2030 — technology developed so much that humans extinct with androids existing in rich countries only.

As vampires have been discovered so have been werewolfs. These werewolfs however are able to shift between a animal large like a four legged dog or a two legged human. The moon does not affect them.

The only thing that has not been discovered is their ranks, something both species are thankful for.

In the early morning of Monday Seonghwa and Soomin head out to meet the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack Kim Namjoon and his Omega mate Kim Seokjin with their pups Hoseok and Jungkook.

"Well today's gonna be a great day." Soomin says, dressed in a black outfit that exposed her skin rather greatly, the clans symbol — a white rose with a red spot right in the middle — fully shown on her beautiful and perfect pale, doll-like skin. Her pure white hair was left down, completely covering the right side of her perfectly sculpted face.

Her older brother, Seonghwa, was dressed in black as well. His elegant and classy grey jacket was placed over a black button up with some of his chest exposed, his black and white tie with different patterns was tied in a knot and placed over the black button up. His black pants were with a loose material and matched with shiny black shoes. His neatly combined ash-blond hair was swept on his right side of his face covering half of his almond-shaped, hooded, mesmerizing crystal blue eyes.

"It appears so dear sister."

"You won't quit being formal will you?"

"No."

Soomin chuckles and shakes her head. After a few minutes of silence the younger female reaches out and holds her older brothers hand, the male giving her hand a light but gentle squeeze.

Soomin lets him and follows him inside the spacious mansion owned by the Kims. She and Seonghwa walked into the living room where the Kims were waiting. Once inside they shake hands with the Alpha, his Luna and their sons. As they sat down on separate couches Soomin observes the family of four.

Kim Namjoon was a tall, short blue haired Alpha male with broad shoulders and body shaped like a true Alpha. His Omega, Seokjin, looked like a true beauty that everywhere wanted with a soft feminine look and purple hair.

Their sons, Hoseok and Jungkook looked like twins. Hoseok was smaller with a small soft feminine look with brownish hair, kind eyes and heart shaped lips. Jungkook was taller and broader with a more masculine look, with bright red hair and bunny like appearance.

Soomin snaps out of her trance and looks at Seonghwa, the older male looking at her in concern. She knew what he was thinking so she lifts her hand up and gently places it on his cheek, tracing a small 'o' on the skin. Seonghwa understood her message and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips resting there as he hugs his younger sister.

"Namjoon expressed that the treaty will be completed tomorrow morning." Seonghwa says quietly knowing enough that she heard him. Soomin nods a little and Seonghwa barely lets her go, grabbing her hand and leading her back to their home.

Within a minute the two vampires arrive and walk in comfortably, immediately knowing where to go. Once in the living room the two give forehead kisses to the three pouty vampires.

Soomin chuckles and sits down on San's lap, the black/white-haired male comfortably wrapping his arms around her waist and letting her snuggle into his chest.

Soomin yawns a few times and snuggles closer, eyes closing as sleep takes over her. San gently lifts her up and carries her upstairs to her room, he walks in and closes the door with his foot. He lays down on the bed pulling her on top and keeping her close.

The older female snuggled closer into his chest, snoring a little. San knew that vampires like Seonghwa and Soomin didn't need sleep but they slept anyway because their mind wanted to.

A knock on the door makes San open his eyes, he raises his head up and looks towards the door."Come in." Seonghwa's ash-blond hair pops in the doorway, the older male smiling gently.

"Everything alright?"

San looks at him and nods."Mhm, she's just sleeping." Seonghwa nods, exiting out of the room and closing the door.

San rests his head on the fluffy white pillow and closes his eyes, sleep overtaking him. He doesn't need sleep either but a few hours of napping wouldn't hurt.

Within the next few days the five vampires set out to help a neighboring pack from Namjoon's pack. The five wear their regular black outfits with black cloaks.

Soomin looks around the pack. Alphas, Betas, Deltas, Gammas and Omegas are everywhere, talking, laughing, running around with no care.

"Well this pack is quite lovely." Jongho comments.

Soomin snorts."Makes me wonder how the Alpha and Luna look like."

Seonghwa chuckles at their antics and ruffles his hair a little."Soomin and I will head inside to speak with the Alpha and his mate, the rest of you can walk around and talk to some of them."

"Yeah and learn something while you're at it." Soomin adds. The trio nod and walk away from the Park siblings.

Seonghwa walks inside the pack house, Soomin following behind him as they look around the pack.

A tall male approaches them, his necklace indicating that he's an Beta.

"Madame Park, Sir Park, the Alpha is waiting for you in his study room."

With a nod from the two siblings the tall Beta leads them to the study room where his Alpha is waiting. The male knocks on the door, waits a few seconds and walks in.

"Alpha, Madame Park and Sir Park have arrived."

"Let them in." A new voice speaks.

The Beta nods and turns around, walking out and bowing. He moves aside and lets them walk in. Once in the door behind them is closed.

"Ah, the famous Park siblings."

Seonghwa chuckles and shakes his head."You are underestimating us Hongjoong."

Soomin raises her eyebrows in confusion. They know each other? How?

A beat later another person walks in, this time a female, her resemblance similar to Hongjoong's.

"Where were you?"

"Outside." She replies.

"Seonghwa, Soomin," Hongjoong gets up from his chair and walks around to the front of his desk, lips twisting into a soft smile."This is my younger sister Byeol."

The red-head smiles at them and waves shyly at them."Hello, I'm Byeol."

"I didn't know you had a sister." Seonghwa says.

"She was on other continent, doing her duties. Plus it never crossed my mind." Hongjoong replies.

While the two converse the two females stare at each other. Soomin notices how Byeol's eyes flickered, her body tensing a little.

"Byeol, would you mind showing Soomin around? I have to speak with Seonghwa." The younger Kim nods and walks out, the older Park following her and closing the door behind her.

"So a sister huh?"

Hongjoong shrugs his shoulders."You never asked and I didn't bother to say it." Seonghwa walks over to him and hovers over him, his face inches from Hongjoong's.

"Stubborn aren't you, Love?" Hongjoong twitches a little from the vampires mesmerizing gaze and nods.

"I think we can change that." Seonghwa pulls him closer and lays him down on his desk, standing in between his legs as Hongjoong wraps them around his waist. Seonghwa leaves soft kisses over his neck, tongue licking the skin between each kiss.

The younger male squirms under him, desperate for friction so he lifts his hips up and presses them against Seonghwa's, the older lets our a quiet moan in his ears and grips his hips tightly."We don't have enough time Joong."

"I know you can make it. Plus I know your clan enough to know they can take care of themselves."

"That is where you are correct Love." Seonghwa picks him up in his arms and speed walks to Hongjoong's room which was connected to the study room. He locks all of the doors and gets back on the bed where the younger is waiting for him.

Hongjoong moves his hips against nothing, moans escaping his pretty pink lips. Seonghwa gets on the bed and begins to take off their clothes, leaving kisses on Hongjoong's skin. Once the clothes are off Hongjoong pulls Seonghwa on top of him, capturing his lips into a heated kiss. Seonghwa lets him and moans softly, kissing back fiercely as he makes love to the male under him.

"Seonghwa-!"

Seonghwa moans as the male under him squeezes around his length, the warm and tight walls of Hongjoong sending him into bliss. Said male bares his neck for him in submission, pretty neck decorated in purples and blues.

"Hongjoong I-"

"You can — agh fuck baby — come in me."

A few more thrusts into the younger male under him and Seonghwa comes, leaning down and sinking his fangs in his pretty neck, he pulls him impossibly closer and sinks his fangs in deeper, drinking his lover's blood and officially transferring his Royal blood in him and marking him as his.

When a Royal blood marks his fated the clans symbol will appear on their neck next to bite mark.

"Seonghwa,"

"Hongjoong."

Seonghwa pulls away and leans down again, capturing Hongjoong's lips into a sweet kiss. The younger returns the kiss and licks his bottom lip slowly pulling out a soft moan from Seonghwa who playfully glares at him.

Hongjoong laughs softly and lets the male tickle him, giggles escaping his lips as his lover tickles him.

"Okay, okay." Seonghwa chuckles and stops tickling him, gently rubbing his sides and kissing his forehead softly."All good my Love?" Hongjoong nods and Seonghwa smiles, laying down on his side and pulling his lover close to his chest, gently kissing the top of his head.

Hongjoong snuggles closer and rests his head on his chest, softly tracing random patterns on the pale, doll-like skin. Despite Seonghwa's body being colder than his Hongjoong finds comfort in it.

He lets out a small yawn and snuggles impossibly closer, eyes closing and falling asleep. Seonghwa smiles softly at his lover and pulls the blanket over them, the black-haired almost purring at the sudden warmness surrounding him.

Seonghwa rests his head on the pillow and closes his eyes, gently running his fingers through Hongjoong's black locks.

He's really the luckiest man on planet.

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mimiiis · 5 years ago

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Can't Take My Eyes Off You [Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader]

part 1 of Let's Call A Heart A Heart

At long last love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off you.

Summary: he finds her 70 years in the future,but she doesn't remember .

Warnings: small mention of death, couple of curse words

A/n: lets just pretend that steve cares abt bucky and endgame never happened 😳✋

!!!really very sorry this took forever!!! I was a bit held back by some family and personal issues i hope you all understand

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"Y/n M/n L/n was born in the year of 1920. She had a close relationship with the hero Captain America and his best friend, James Buchanan Barnes, since their childhood. When James had been declared dead on a mission and when the Captain had gone under the ice, she had seemed to disappear as well. not a single trace of her was found until the year of 1947 when a young woman on the side of the highway was found dead. the woman had all the exact features Y/n had. therefore, Y/n M/n L/n had been declared dead at the age of 27 " Friday spoke.

"fuck" bucky sighed under his breath

When Barnes and Rogers had seen the girl who looked oh so much like Y/n at the small market, they hurried back to the compound to look up on what had happened to her. They searched through all the books about Captain America and Howling Commandos to see if they had any information on her but none did. not even a single mention of her name. so, they asked friday to help look around some files to see what information they had about her.

"is there anything else that happened after I went under?" Steve asked

"she didn't go missing until 1946. in the short while she was still around, she was close friends with Margaret Carter and Howard Stark. She was Barnes lover, according to an interview with Carter."

"alright. thanks Friday" He replied

"this is hopeless. what if we never see her again?" Bucky whined, throwing his head back and covering his face with his hands

"back at the market, you said you had an idea of how she's still 'alive'. what is it?" Steve asked

Bucky looked at his friend with a face of uncertainty before shaking his head and looking down

"it's just.. it's just that before I left I... we promised each other that we'd see each other again. In this or my "past" life. That when we see each other we'll finally be happy together. but it's just a silly promise.." He said, quieting down and whispering the last part

The two stayed quiet before Steve finally spoke again

"what if it's not just a silly promise? what if fate wants to get you two back together?" he blurted out

"Steve that's ridicul-"

"you two made that promise so long ago. made a promise that you'd see each other in a new or the same life. well, you basically have a new life and so does she. and you just saw her again. have at least some hope" He said

He grabbed his friend by the shoulders and stared him in the eyes

" just a small ounce"

Barnes looked into his eyes.

Steve wanted him to be happy. He wanted his best friend to be happy. happy with the girl he loved. happy with the girl he loves.

So, he nodded his head

"yeah, yeah okay"

and smiled

In a small apartment in Brooklyn, a girl by the name of Y/n L/n paced around her room while on the phone.

"Oh c'mon! you gotta go! you hardly get out nowadays and this is like, a once in a lifetime thing!" A girl yelled from Y/n's phone

"Tony Stark hosts parties like every month, Charlie" Y/n replied, chuckling

"oh fuck you, you know what I mean."

"yeah yeah"

"but pleeease Y/n!! you hardly get out of the house and i really wanna take you" Charlie begged

"I'll think about it" Y/n responded

"yay!!," her friend yelled ," alright so the party is at 7 pm sharp tomorrow and ill pick you up at 6:30, okay? okay. Bye!!" Charlie yelled before hanging up

"Hey i said I'll think about i- and she hung up" Y/n sighed.

She threw her head back and laughed.

"What am I going to do with that girl?" she chuckled before walking over to her bed and turning off all the light

As she lay on her bed, drifting off into sleep, she heard a voice call out to her

One that she's heard before but can't quite put a finger on who it was.

All she could remember was that it made her heart ache in a way she's never felt.

1937

"c'mon Buck! You can do it!" Y/n cheered, looking down at a boy who was a few feet away from her as she sat on a tree branch.

"How'd you get up there so fast?!" Barnes panted, throwing his body onto a branch right beneath hers and pulling himself to a seating laying position.

"You're just getting old I guess" Y/n snickered, her head right over his. she was now with her stomach laying vertically across the branch so she could see him better.

"oh shut up i'm only two years older than you" He said, pushing her head away from him.

They both laughed as Y/n came down to sit in front of him.

"soo, anything new going on?" she asked the boy

"eh not really. Steve keeps picking fights with the school bullies and I have to keep breaking them up so" James responded

"oh that boy.. will he ever learn?" Y/n laughed

"probably not" He laughed with her

Their laughing slowly faded away into silence. a comforting silence.

The sound of beach waves crashing against each other and onto the shore was the only noise that could be heard.

that was until James spoke

"Bo" he started

Y/n hummed in response, not bothering to look at him since she was looking at the sunset

"i think...I'm thinking of telling this girl i like that i uh, like her" he stuttered

Y/n's head then shot into his direction.

She stared at him with wide eyes..Her heart shattered as she forced a smile onto her lips

"that's good.. very good" she whispered, more to herself than him

"when are you planning on tell her?" she continued to talk to keep herself distracted from crying

"I'm thinking tomorrow, at sundown.. around this time" he responded

she nodded her head as he continued to speak

"you think she likes you back?" Y/n asked

"not sure to be honest, but i have a good feeling that she might" James said

Bo kept nodding her head as she faced the opposite direction of where he was.

Tears slowly trickled down her face but she quickly wiped them away with her sleeve

"you good?" Bucky asked

"yeah just, allergies" She sniffed, focing out a small laugh

he let out a small hum in response and they fell back into silence

but it was awkward this time

they were both keeping something from each other and they were too scared to say it

so it was left at that

Present

The sound of Y/n's alarm clock rang loudly throughout her room

The sun beams peeking in through her curtains and onto her face woke her up more

She lifted herself from the bed and got ready for the day

"So what exactly do you wear to a Tony Stark party?" Y/n asked Charlie

"well, i usually just wear something classy but casual" Charlie replied

After Charlie told Y/n about the party last night and hung up on her rather quickly and didnt give any time to establish details, Y/n called again in the morning for them to agree to go out shopping to buy Y/n an outfit and get ready at Charlie's place.

So, here there were. Walking around New York, looking for a dress

"Oh youre gonna love it, Y/n!" Charlie exclaimed.

"The Avengers are everything you'd ever dream of. Hotter up close too" the girl winked at her friend.

Charlie was a very energetic girl with curly ginger hair, brown eyes, and a face full of freckles. Charlie and Y/n had known each other since their college days. Both studied in the arts and became very close.

After graduating, Charlie started to work for Stark Industries and was very close to Tony Stark. She helped with all the iron suit designs.

She was so close to him she basically got invited to every event Tony held. Even events such as Morgans birthday parties. but now was the first time she was allowed a plus one. and she wanted Y/n to go.

"Didn't you 'sleep' with Thor?" Y/n asked, laughing

"I did! We even had a small thing going on but i guess it couldnt work" Charlie said, pretending to sound hurt at the end

"You're stupid" y/n laughed

"Oh shush. You know, maybe we can find someone for you. Cap is still single you know? You're probably his type. Oh! Or maybe his buddy Bucky!" exclaimed the ginger haired girl

"Bucky?" Y/n asked

"Yeah, Bucky. The Winter Soilder?"

"oh yeah..."

They continued to walk along but Y/n couldn't get the name out of her head

Bucky

Why was it so familiar?

1937

It was a quite afternoon.

Y/n sat laying on her couch, listening to her vinyl play.

The orange and yellow lights softly streaming in from the windows set a comforting mood.

She was listening to Billie Holiday as she read her book.

It was the day after she had gotten her heartbroken by James. So she tried to distract herself by doing the things that comforted her the most.

A peaceful environment.

Until James came busting through the door

He was breathing heavily and was crouching down. His hands on his knees as he tried to collect himself. His hair a mess and his body was sweating.

"Buck? What happen-" Y/n gasped, running over to him

"Y/n! Doll! I-" he began to have a coughing fit, walking over to her too

"Bucky tell me what's wrong-"

"I need to tell you something first!" He yelled at her, standing up correctly and grabbing her by the shoulders all of us sudden.

They looked into each others eyes. James' more intense and Y/n's scared yet confused.

His eyes then started to close slowly.

"James-"

She was cut off.

His lips pressed against her soft ones.

Her eyes went wide as she realised what was happening.

She slowly closed hers too and savored the moment.

Then they pulled away.

Their breathing and the music softly playing in the background were the loudest thing

"What was that for?" She asked, her cheeks red from embarrassment

"I uh.. I like you. And have for a long time. Ever since we were little. I always just though it was a weird crush and that i'd get over it but then I've recently found that just the thought of being without you makes me sick. It's okay if you don't like me the way i like you i just needed to get this off my chest because being around you just- just makes me want to explode. It was getting late so I had to run over and tell you around this time like I said yesterday and I couldn't wait another day or have you think I had told an other girl.. Do you- do you know what i mean?" He blurted out

Y/n stared at him in silence.

Trying to process what had just happened.

And she started to laugh

She laughed so hard she fell to the floor

"Y/n? Doll? Bo?" He asked, worried.

She then knocked him over so he was on the floor too.

She moved on top of him and started to kiss his face.

"I like you too, you big dum dum!" She continued to laugh

"Then why are you laughing?" He laughed back, grabbing her waist and flipping her over so she was on the ground now

"Because. What you said yesterday really had me thinking that you were in love with some random girl that you probably don't know crap about." She smiled, her hand coming up to fix his hair.

He grabbed it and started to give small kisses.

"Bo.. My bo" he started whispering.

He laid himself down against her and pressed his ear up against her.

"My bo..." He said before drifting off into silence

Y/n smiled to herself before kissing his forehead and closing her eyes

Her mind wondered off into a far off place of the future and happiness, not knowing what was to come

Present

It was now 7:40 pm.

Y/n and Charlie were running late to the party.

"Hurry your ass up!" Charlie yelled at her friend from afar.

Y/n, who was running towards her, yelled back, "It's hard to run in heels!"

"Oh shush yours aren't even that tall!" Charlie laughed as Y/n caught up and now stood next to her

Y/n rolled her eyes as they continued to walk

Earlier in the day, it had taken Y/n 5 stores to finally find a dress both she and Charlie liked

It was a short red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. It showed her collarbones and stopped right above her breasts with the sleeves atop her shoulders and stopping almost midway on her arms. She wore her hair down to complete the look.

As for Charlie, she wore a green dress with spaghetti straps and a flowy bottom. The back was open with a bow tied on the bottom part and her hair in a bun.

As the girls entered the compound, they were greeted with the sounds of loud music and screams of enjoyment

"So uh, want me to show you around?" Charlie yelled, loud enough for her friend to hear.Looking around at the large crowd up people, Y/n yelled,"yes please!"

The first 15 or so minutes were Charlie showing Y/n around until Charlie finally led Y/n to a far off corner where Tony Stark and a couple of avengers sat.

"Noods!" Stark yelled as soon as he saw Charlie, getting up out of his chair to walk towards her

"Stank!" She yelled back, walking towards him and pulling him into a hug

"Noods?" Y/n giggled at the nickname

"As in noodles! Have you seen her hair when she hasn't done it!" Tony yelled

Y/n continued to giggle as Charlie gave Tony a playful smack across the head.

"Tony this is my friend, Y/n, the one I always talk to you about" the ginger said

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/n" Stark greets her with a hand shake

"Pleasure is all mine" She smiled

"ah! Meet the rest of the team. This is Clint, Pepper, Nat, Wanda, and Bruce" Charlie said, grabbing Y/n's arm and motioning to everyone at the table

"Hi" Y/n smiled and gave a small wave

"Hi!"

"Hello!"

"'Sup"

Was heard as they all gave their greetings

Wanda invited Y/n over to sit next to her as Charlie went off to go bring drinks

"So! What brings you here?" Wanda asks

"I was forced not gonna lie" Y/n replied

"yeah Charlie does that. You tell her maybe as she's already planning the whole thing." Wanda laughed

"Not even! I bet she already has everything reserved and bought before she even asks you!" Y/n laughed along with the girl

They seemed to get along well

Upstairs where all the Avengers living quarters were, 3 men in casual suits made their way to the party.

Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, and James Barnes

"It's all Barnes' fault we're late" Wilson joked

"No one asked you to wait for me" Barnes replied

"Hmn..I blame Steve"

"Excuse me?" Roger's said in a slightly offended tone

Barnes and Wilson laughed at his reaction

The trio slowly got closer to the loud sound of music playing. They looked over the crowd to see almost hundreds of people dancing, drinking, or chatting the night away. In the center of it all was a large dance floor where many drunk men and women danced to the newest trendy hip hop song. Next to the mess was a bar where people came and left every few seconds.

They made their way down the stairs as the song suddenly changed

An Elvis song started blasting from the speakers and several screams were heard as more and more people rushed to the floor tp dance.

"Oh i love this song!" Wanda yelled to Y/n

The girls had been chatting away about the most random things when the song had changed. And when it did Wanda grabbed Y/n by the arms and led her towards the dance floor.

As Y/n was being pulled, a certain figure at the top of the staircase caught her eye.

He had long scruffy brown hair and a red dress shirt tucked into some black pants from what she could see.

A spark inside of her then lit up. A feeling that was close enough touch but not hold.

Was it longing?

Sadness?

She couldn't think about it for too long before she and Wanda were in the middle of the dance floor making the weirdest movements to go along with the song.

Atop the staircase was Bucky chatting away with Natasha who had come up to find him.As they chatted he turned his head towards the large crowd until someone caught his eye.

A girl in a vibrant red dress being pulled across the dance floor. She had a smile on her face as she looked up at him.

Bo?

He felt a pang in his chest and the world stopped.

"So tony just wanted me to ask you if-" Natasha was cut off

"Hey, I'm sorry but I ,uh, need to go..." He said in the quietest voice as he started to head down the stairs.

"Barnes?"

He payed no attention for his mind was only set on one thing

As the song came to an end, a new one began.

Can't Take My Eye's Off You by Frankie Valli

The soft slow music began before Y/n told Wanda she was going to go find Charlie for she had been gone too long.

A new song had started when Bucky had finally managed to get through a large crowd

A soft tune started to play

He made his way into the dance floor with one purpose, find Y/n.

At this point Y/n was lost in the crowd. It wasn't a large dance floor its just that it was har for her and she couldn't navigate where she was going with so many people.

So, she helplessly wandered to find a way to escape the pushing of bodies

The song picked up a pace when James had searched through most of the crowd but still couldn't find the girl.

The flickering lights and moving of people every second made it harder

The speakers blasted with the sounds of trumpets going off

A circle of women jumped up and down, knocking Y/n back and she bumped into a large figure.

Then it went quite for a second

She turned around and saw him

Barnes had almost began to think she might've left the dance floor when he couldn't find her.

Until someone bumped into him.

He look to his side and his eyes went wide.

The sound of people screaming the lyrics was only heard

"I love you baby! And if its quite alright i need you baby..."

James Barnes looked down at the girl standing besides him.

Y/n Y/l/n.

"Bo?"

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kathyprior4200 · 5 years ago

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Behind the Innocent Mask

(Evil Niffty AU)

With a snap of Alastor’s fingers, a fire blazed to life with a whoosh in a small circular fireplace. A dark figure fell into the flames, the head poking out and one dark claw resting on the side. He Radio Demon walked over and picked up the figure with his hand. A large yellow eyeball opened up, taking in the curious faces of Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie.

With a poof and a squeak, the smoke and ash cleared and the demon was revealed.

“This little darling is Niffty!” Alastor introduced before letting go. She landed on her feet. The short cyclops demon wore a bright pink 50’s dress with three white polka dots near the top and a poodle off to the right. Her arms and legs were stick thin. Her short hair was fiery magenta with one portion of it yellow. Like other demons, her teeth were razor sharp.

“Hi! I’m Niffty!” she greeted with a wave. “It’s nice to meet you! It’s been a while since I’ve made new friends! Her pupil grew smaller and darted in circles.

“Why are you all women?” she asked. “Have any men here?! I’m sorry, that’s rude,” she added quickly.

She briefly picked up Charlie, while Vaggie angrily pointed her spear at her. Angel flinched back in surprise. Due to his feminine appearance, Niffty thought Angel was a woman.

She darted behind an overturned couch. “Oh man, this place is filthy!” she exclaimed. She lifted up a couch cushion and spotted a spider dangling from a string of web. She chomped on the spider and continued talking. “It really needs a ladies’ touch, which is weird, because you’re all ladies, no offence.”

She rushed toward stained glass windows with a dust ruffle.

“Oh my gosh, this is awful! No, no, no…” She darted around, removing cobwebs. She ran forward and poked at a piece of cloth with a sewing needle, then continued to clean the room. Alastor grinned in amusement and wondered away while the others stared in disbelief.

The blue piece of cloth which looked like a bug was, in fact, one of many Voodoo like critters that Alastor summoned. Or, in this case, he had stabbed it with a sewing needle before Niffty picked it up and delightfully gobbled it down before continuing her work. It was Alastor’s ways of rewarding her for both being polite and being a source of entertainment.

Later on, Niffty had finished tidying up the room. She walked into the lobby and happened to find Alastor pulling Vaggie and Charlie close and remarking, “This is going to be very entertaining!” Pricks of jealousy stabbed through her mind. Ever the hopeless romantic, Niffty had an obsession with men for as long as she could remember. In her life as a human, she had fantasized about meeting the love of her life and going on various adventures with him. But working as a maid and chimney cleaner to make ends meet in America wasn’t particularly ideal. There were the additional problems of discrimination against women and the Japanese. Indeed, the Pearl Harbor military strike happened in her human lifetime, traumatizing her and her family for many months. If that wasn’t enough, Niffty had been molested by her conservative uncle. That event became one of her angst-filled poem themes she kept in her hot pink notebook.

Things went from bad to worse, when as a young teen, she died in a house fire, after a bad incident while serving an upper class European-American family. It occurred in the 1950s.

Niffty soon ended up in Hell, but could only witness events while living in fire. Fortunately, Hell was full of fire and brimstone, so the servant demon could wonder around. From afar, she admired all the powerful overlords, eventually working for Alastor after he charmed her and offered her a deal. To gain a physical body and meet new friends, assist the Radio Demon. She eagerly accepted.

Sewing, cooking, cleaning, reading and writing were Niffty’s favorite hobbies. She did all of them when she was a human and still enjoyed them in Hell. Additionally, she could speak some Japanese.

When Niffty was cleaning the room, she could see concern in the eyes of Vaggie, Angel, and Charlie. She figured that they weren’t used to seeing a demon so hyperactive, with strokes of a chaotic nature thrown in. (With being summoned by Alastor several times, she was bound to pick up a few of his traits).

Niffty watched from a distance as Alastor changed Charlie’s outfit and shoved Vaggie aside. She briefly looked down at her dress and admired the poodle design. Every time Alastor looked at it, disgust would reach his red eyes, but Niffty also sensed some deeper discomfort. It was amusing during the few times when he let his guard down like that.

Back when she was human, short with black hair, Niffty would often slip into other characters to practice her acting. Dressing up and “being” other characters was a fun experience, and practical, too. In her spare time as a human, Niffty would sew costumes for herself and even play instruments such as the piano, harmonica, and saxophone.

In many ways, she was similar to Alastor; almost always smiling, energetic, enjoying the thrill of theater. It was so easy for Niffty to get immersed in the realm of fantasy and romance.

After all, fantasies were better than hell-filled lives of low self-esteem and self-doubt.

Even now, Niffty was putting on a happy face after dusting off the old grandfather clock in the corner. (It always seemed to stay dirty no matter how hard she tried to clean it). With more demon guests supposedly arriving, she would have to prepare some meals soon. Cooking was fun most of the time, but being pressured to serve fast without any form of gratitude from customers, was tiresome.

Although Niffty wouldn’t admit it to anyone, she had an awareness of the social structure of Hell, based on her observations hidden within flames. When putting her mind to it, Niffty could be quite manipulative. In fact, she wasn’t hesitant to concoct plans by herself for her own ends. It gave her something to think about while her hands were busy.

As Alastor sang his reprise, Niffty happily looked at her new outfit conjured by Alastor’s magic: a black and pink dress with a round hat with daisies on the top. Alastor pulled the residents into a hug as Voodoo spirits appeared from the darkness. Niffty admired the show, briefly wishing she had powers like that.

There was a quote that Alastor used that stuck with her: “The world is a stage, and a stage is a world of entertainment.”

If only she could create that worldly stage for herself.

Alastor kicked a skull away and Niffty rushed to clean up the pieces with a broom and dustpan. A boom rattled the hotel and blew out the windows. Niffty, mesmerized, soon witnessed a door flying straight into her face. Knocked back by the force, she knew that no human could survive that.

Niffty soon appeared outside with the rest of the group, watching as Sir Pentious arrived with his blimp. She watched with a small smile on her face as Alastor wrapped the blimp with black tentacles and causing everything to explode.

“Well, I’m starved!” Alastor exclaimed to the shocked group. “Who wants some jambalaya?”

Niffty darted around Alastor, a big smile on her face. Despite resenting being ordered around by him, she still blushed whenever she got close to him. She skipped up to the hotel with the others, imagining what Alastor’s soft red and black hair would feel like in her dainty hands.

Niffty headed to the kitchen to prepare jambalaya for the group. She was used to making this New Orleans cuisine for Alastor several times a week when she was summoned. (It did get pretty boring in the fire.)

Niffty poured a tablespoon of oil in a frypan and then cut up slices of chicken and sausage. She removed the tails from shrimp and used another cutting board to chop green onions. Stirring in the tomatoes, meat, and vegetables, she added all the hot sauces: hot pepper, Cajun, and Worcestershire.

Finally, she added rice, chicken broth and the shrimp on top. Before long, she brought out five hot steaming plates for the group at the bar. Husk was drinking the remainder of his booze on his stool, still pouting at not being able to win his prizes. Vaggie looked around at the bar in disgust, clearly appalled that alcohol wasn’t going to be removed from the hotel. Angel Dust lounged on a pool table, drinking a Shirley Temple in a glass while sucking on a straw. Charlie was chatting with Vaggie about new plans for the hotel.

“Oh, this is exciting!” she smiled. “Now that we have a maid and a person to welcome the guests, I’d say things are looking even better.”

Husk scoffed. “Fuck that bullshit. Thanks to that talk show clown over there…” he mentioned to Alastor leaning smugly against a nearby wall… “…I’m stuck here doing a stupid charity job. If I had my bets, I’d say I’ll go insane spending several more hours here.”

“Oh don’t be such a sourpuss,” Charlie said. “Alastor said you’d make a great addition to the hotel.”

“Stuff your mockery, princess. You know how annoying and deceitful he is. I’d fare better being chased by hellhounds than being stuck here with him.”

“Just give him a chance, Husk,” Charlie said. “You’ll see that even the most sinful among us can be redeemed.”

Husk rolled his eyes. “With your singing and cheer? Good luck with that.”

Charlie glared at the cat demon, Vaggie holding her back.

“I, for, one, welcome our new Hazbin overlord,” Angel remarked, from the pool table. “He’s classy and has those cute furry ears…”

Vaggie stomped over to Angel and grabbed him by the collar. “Don’t let him hear you say that!” she hissed. “You’ll be vaporized in an instant.”

“Geez, calm your tits, Vag,” he replied, backing up and hopping off the table. “Though his eyes and smile are kinda creepy. I wonder how it would feel for him to make work of me with those claws of his…”

He sighed in content and sucked his straw again.

“Fuck you,” she spat in revulsion. “You have a messed up death wish.”

“You mean, a double death wish?” he asked with a laugh. “Double Hell, here I come!”

Vaggie growled and stormed back to the bar table.

Niffty came into the room, holding up the plates of food.

“Ah Niffty!” Alastor exclaimed, moving from the wall. “What perfect timing! Jambalaya, just how I like it.”

Niffty placed the plates in front of the five individuals. Another plate of dead voodoo looking rats appeared off to the side, Niffty eagerly gobbling them down, much to the shock of Vaggie, Angel, Charlie, and Husk. Alastor winked at her, causing the maid to blush, a rat tail hanging from her mouth. She slurped it up and ran off with a nervous giggle.

“Such a sweet little darling, isn’t she?” he mentioned. Charlie smiled nervously while the others remained silent.

“Well, dig in everybody! This food won’t eat itself. Unless you’d like me to demonstrate…”

He wiggled his fingers while Husk, Vaggie, and Charlie rapidly shook their heads.

“Aww, come on,” Angel murmured, almost to himself. “It’s been a while since I’ve watched vore…”

“I’m gonna be sick and I haven’t eaten yet,” Vaggie groaned. Husk, too, was picky about the mesh up of food in front of him. Charlie, and Angel, however, dug in in delight. Angel ate with four hands.

“Oh, Alastor! This stuff is marvelous,” Charlie exclaimed. “So spicy and full of flavor. I haven’t had spicy food like this in a while.”

Alastor laughed. “It’s my mother’s special recipe. She made it so well, it almost blew her straight into Hell. Ah, memories of times so swell. I figured you’d like it. A charming belle, eager to try new things.”

“Rhyming asshole,” Husk scoffed, staring at his empty green bottle.

Angel sat on a bar stool with his tongue hanging out, red from the heat of the sauces. His eyes were shining.

“Wha…what are you doing now?” Vaggie asked, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

“The tingling feeling of the heat, seeping into my taste buds. Fantastic. I’d love more of this from that musical strawberry pimp.”

“Angel!” Vaggie seethed under her breath.

Angel shrugged. “What? That’s what he looks like to me.”

Vaggie tentatively tried a taste of it, as if it were spiked with poison.

“Not too bad…” she began. Then the heat of the sauces kicked in.

She swore in Spanish under her breath then rushed off for some water.

Alastor was already almost finished with his meal. “It can be pretty intense for some people.”

Vaggie came back and glared at Alastor. “Are you trying to kill us?”

“Did you not hear what I said earlier, dear? If I wanted to hurt you all, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“How do I know you won’t try to kill us in the future, huh?” she asked, pointing her weapon.

“You know it’s rude to have weapons present at dinner,” he added.

“What? You afraid of this or something?” she continued, holding it out.

“Vaggie!” Charlie called, lowering her friend’s arm. “There no need to get into a fight like this. Alastor’s been nice to us so far. At the very least, he’s trying his best.”

“Trying his best?!” Vaggie asked. “He’s nothing but a talk-show pervert lord.”

Charlie turned to Vaggie and thought for a moment. “Are you jealous that I danced with Alastor?”

“No!”

An awkward silence.

“We were just having fun,” Charlie said. “It was his way of livening things up for the Happy Hotel. You were more than welcome to join us.”

“I’d rather fall from grace again than dance with that son of a bitch.”

“Wait…” Angel Dust asked. “What do you mean by ‘falling again’?”

Vaggie paused. “None of your business!” she snapped.

Niffty sat in the corner, giggling at their confrontation. Oh how she loved seeing people embarrassed when their dark secrets and thoughts came out.

“You girls done?” Alastor asked. He wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Yes,” Charlie said, taking a deep breath.

“I’m out,” Husk muttered, heading toward the back to search for more booze. After stumbling, he heaved and vomited the contents out. Then he groaned and promptly passed out on the floor.

Charlie gasped, hands covering her mouth. Angel stared in shock. Vaggie face-palmed with an “oh, no.” Alastor turned his head backwards to look at the giggling Niffty. He tilted his head and Niffty’s giggles fell flat. Without a word, she rushed over and helped Husk onto a nearby couch before cleaning up the mess.

“Well, that was a satisfying supper!” said Alastor breaking the silence. He got up and held out his arm to Charlie. “Now, how about you give me a tour of your hotel and I can provide you guys with some entertaining dad jokes?”

“How wonderful. I’d love that,” Charlie replied. She turned to Vaggie. “I just want to make sure that my friend is okay.” She looked at Vaggie with concern.

“I’m fine, Charlie,” she said with a sigh. Charlie looped her arm with Alastor’s and held out her hand to Vaggie. Reluctantly, Vaggie took it and the group headed off down the hall.

“Say,” Alastor said as they walked. “The graveyard’s getting overcrowded, don’t you think?”

“What?” asked Angel.

“What graveyard?” asked Vaggie, her eyebrows raised. She shuddered at the thought of Alastor posing in a graveyard of his murder victims.

“You know, the one where people are just dying to get in. Hahaha!”

“Oh, I get it! Good one, Al!” said Charlie.

“Ha ha,” Angel said with sarcasm. They arrived in a larger room with tables and a stage off to the side. Alastor turned to shadow, then materialized in front of the microphone.

“Uh, nobody asked for this,” Vaggie said. Charlie, Angel, Niffty, and Vaggie took their seats.

“Let’s just see how it goes,” said Charlie. “Jokes will surely remind demons of the good things in life.”

“Besides drugs?”

“Yes, Angel.”

“Besides dancing in the nude?”

“Yes, Angel.”

“Besides steamy sex?”

Charlie sighed in frustration as Angel laughed.

Alastor tapped the microphone. “Testing, testing, is this thing on?” The mic made a screeching sound that made the viewers cover their ears.

“Apologies for that,” he said. He chuckled and summoned a black tentacle from the ground. It tossed the metal microphone to the side before vanishing. His own vintage microphone appeared in front of him.

“Thankfully mine always works.”

“You ready?” Alastor asked, speaking into it. The microphone came to life, and the being inside it rolled his eye.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He cleared his throat as a spotlight shone on him. “Did you hear about the guy who invented the knock-knock joke?”

“Yeah, what about him?” Angel asked in a bored voice.

“He won the no-bell prize! Ahhahaha!”

Charlie smiled. Niffty said “ha…ha…ha…” bored too.

“What did the buck say to his traveling doe? ‘Come home soon, dear.’”

“Yeah, you’d know all about deer, wouldn’t you?” Angel remarked. Charlie laughed, and even Vaggie let out a small smile.

“Hey, Charlie,” said Alastor.

“Yes?” she asked with a faint blush.

“Can February march?”

“I don’t know. Can it?”

“No, but April may!”

Charlie broke into fits of laughter.

“This is torture,” Vaggie said.

“Boo! Get off the stage!” Angel called.

“How many more jokes do we need?” asked Alastor.

“Zero!” booed Angel.

“Well, I was going to make a joke about paper, but no, it’s tear-ible!”

“Uh, god damn it,” Vaggie groaned. “I’m glad Husk doesn’t have to witness this.”

“What’s a demon’s favorite dessert?”

“Your mom!” yelled Angel.

“No, it’s actually devil’s food cake. Hahaha!”

Charlie giggled some more. “The hotel residents will love these!”

“Yeah, sure,” Niffty deadpanned, walking away.

“Hey Vaggie?” Alastor asked.

“What?!”

“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”

Vaggie’s eyes went wide, her face beet red. “Why…you…”

“Don’t worry, crawling up from Hell hurts like hell!”

“Why not have the best of both worlds?” Charlie asked. “I’d love to visit Heaven someday.”

“Foreshadowing…” Angel said in a stupor.

Niffty smiled sinisterly in a dark corner. Her plan was coming into motion.

#niffty #hazbin hotel

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