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bodybaggage · 5 months ago

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Oh, It’s On!

DP X DC

Ensue the prank war…

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It all started with a simple question posed by Dick as he lounged on the Batcave’s most uncomfortable piece of furniture, which he affectionately called "the Bat-Stone."

“So, has anyone actually tested the limits of Danny’s ghost powers?”

Tim looked up from his laptop, always the first to take a bait. “You mean, besides the constant intangible phase he does to avoid Damian’s batarangs?”

Stephanie, who was tending to her bo-staff but was actually poking Cass with the end of it—grinned. “I’m in. If nothing else, we’ll get some decent entertainment. Better than watching Bruce brood in the dark.”

Cass, normally the least likely to engage in such activities, simply tilted her head with a curious look that might have been interpreted as a quiet agreement. She might not speak often, but Cass had developed a taste for subtle chaos.

Jason cracked his knuckles with a smirk. “Sounds like a good way to pass the time. And besides, I’m bored.”

Danny, floating into the room with a glow of mild suspicion, was not as oblivious as they might have hoped. “You guys aren’t planning anything, are you?”

Dick waved a hand dismissively. “Us? Plan something? Come on, Danny, we’re innocent.”

Danny gave him a deadpan stare. “That’s literally the opposite of what you are.”

The challenge was set, and everyone knew it. But Danny, being the ghostly trickster he was, didn’t wait to be pranked first. He struck with precision.

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The first inkling that things were amiss came when the Batmobiles began moving on their own. Jason was the first to notice, his usual vehicle—a sleek, red tank of a motorcycle—had rolled up to him as if it were a loyal dog wanting to go for a walk.

“Alright, who’s messing with my ride?” Jason demanded, but the vehicle simply honked twice in response, the sound oddly cheerful.

“It’s not me!” Tim called from across the cave, where his own ride had begun circling him like a shark. “I swear, I’m not touching anything!”

Danny floated nearby, feigning innocence with an expression that screamed, I totally did this. “You sure your cars aren’t just excited to see you?”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “This is war, ghost boy.”

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The Batcave, typically a place of stoic professionalism, had devolved into a battleground of pranks. Stephanie had rigged Danny’s usual hangout spot with a pop-up scarecrow (it looked suspiciously like Scarecrow, but with a clown wig) that would jump out at him whenever he tried to sit down.

The trap backfired spectacularly when Danny phased through the seat, sending the scarecrow careening into Cass, who simply caught it midair with one hand and set it down gently. Without saying a word, she gave Stephanie a look that said, ‘Nice try, but no.’

“Okay, point to Danny,” Stephanie conceded, wiping away tears of laughter.

In retaliation, Danny decided to step up his game. The next morning, Alfred calmly entered the Batcave with a tray of tea, his hair glowing an eternal green. Not a word about the change, not even a glance in the mirror—Alfred was far too professional for that.

Bruce, however, did notice. “Alfred, did you do something... different with your hair?”

Alfred, ever unflappable, set down the tea tray. “Just trying out a new look, Master Wayne. I believe it’s quite... refreshing.”

Bruce nodded slowly, not entirely sure if Alfred was joking. “It’s very... unique.”

Danny had to leave the room, barely containing his laughter. The dry humor had struck a chord, even with the ghost kid.

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As the prank war escalated, it became harder to tell who was pranking who. Jason found his helmet filled with ectoplasm, while Tim’s gadgets began mysteriously glitching out, causing them to display random memes whenever he tried to access files.

Stephanie set up a system of water balloons throughout the cave, each strategically placed to drench whoever activated the trap. The grand finale was a large balloon precariously perched above the entrance, ready to douse the first unlucky victim.

Unfortunately for Damian, who had been staunchly standing next to Bruce to avoid any involvement in the chaos, his loyalty did not save him.

“I am not a part of this, Father,” Damian declared, stepping slightly closer to Bruce.

A soft ‘click’ echoed in the cave, followed by a loud splash as the massive water balloon above exploded, soaking Damian from head to toe.

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Damian, I thought you said you weren’t part of this.”

“I am not!” Damian insisted, dripping onto the Batcave floor. He glared at the ceiling as if it had personally offended him. “This was not intended for me.”

Danny appeared next to him, intangible and dry. “I guess the water balloon had other plans.”

Jason, Tim, Stephanie, and Dick burst into laughter, while Cass allowed herself a rare smile. Even Bruce couldn’t hold back the faintest twitch of his lips.

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The chaos continued throughout the day, culminating in a final showdown where Danny—now fully embracing his role as master prankster—made every Bat-Suit in the Batcave walk out of their cases and perform the ‘Michael Jackson’s Thriller’ dance.

Bruce had walked in just in time to see his most serious suit do the moonwalk.

“That’s it,” Bruce declared, finally done with the madness. “No more pranks in the Batcave.”

But as he said it, his own suit’s visor flipped up to reveal a pair of glowing green eyes that winked at him before going dark.

Danny’s laugh echoed through the cave. “You’re gonna have to catch me first, Bats!”

Bruce sighed again, mentally preparing himself for the next round. It seemed that in the Batcave, chaos would always have a ghostly signature.

#dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc

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realcube · 2 months ago

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dilf december

day twenty-one ⭑ doppo kunikida ⭑ naughty list ?!

tw: nsfw minors dni, sexting, heavy implact play and degradation

everything is so boring when you are home alone.

workload at the ADA suprisingly seems to surge around the holiday season, meaning kunikida has to stick around at the office for longer, leaving you in the house all alone, with nothing to do. the place was spotless, since you had already done every chore conceivable. as for preparing dinner, it made more sense to begin once kunikida messaged you saying that he was on his way home, that way it will be nice and hot upon his arrival.

hence that left you with an hour, in which you had nothing to do but mope around. of course you had sources of entertainment in your home, like a tv and a console, but neither really called to you.

however, the messenger app on your phone did.

you rushed to your shared bedroom and spent the an hour throwing on different sets of lignerie and negligees you owned, posing for all sorts of seductive photos in the full length mirror. each position you took was even more raunchy and revealing than the prior. some were silly and light-hearted, while others were intense and could believably be found on the cover of a porn mag.

and you recklessly sent image after image after image, not thinking much of it. you assumed that his phone would be on silent during office hours, then he would be in for a little treat when he clocked out, but you couldn't have been more wrong.

you realise your mistake when your husband comes storming in to the house. while leaning against the bannister of the staircase in the foyer, you attempt to welcome him home in a seductive manner — dressed in a see-through gossamer negligee — but he is entirely dismissive of you; focussed on the removal of his jacket and neatly hanging it up on the coat rack, not paying your lewd antics any mind.

once he has completed all his routine duties upon entering the house — such as taking off his shoes and placing his work bag aside — the air in the room turns cold as his piercing stare finally lands upon your scantily clad form.

he storms towards you with an unwaveringly cruel glint in his eye, and before you have a moment to react, he scoops you up in his arm and hauls you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

"kunikida! what're you doing?" you yelp, not bothering to struggle against his strong grasp. he's quite strong so he is able to pick you up with a single arm, carrying you under his arm and hauling you to the bedroom in a similar fashion to the way a farmer would carry a chicken.

"what are you doing, is the better question." he corrects sternly, in the displeased and aggravated tone that you know all too well, "sending me all those lewd photographs while you knew i was at work."

clearly you have sent him on a tirade, so once you finally arrive at the bedroom and he carelessly throws you onto the bed, you know better than to argue and simply listen, innocently gazing up at him through your lashes to hopefully soften the blow.

"i see you are messaging me so i open my phone — thinking it was an emergency — but no, your entire nude body is now covering my screen! you're lucky i was in my office, what if i was in a meeting and other people saw that?" he huffs, pacing back and forth across the length of the bedroom, yelling out into the emptiness of the room opposed to directly at you. though he would shoot you the occassional pointed glare. "not only that, but know that i've seen the images, i have to conceal my, uh, feelings towards them. i couldn't get up out of my office chair for half an hour, (y/n)!"

you fail to quell a snicker at the thought of kunikida being chair-bound due to a boner, which causes him to halt in his tracks and stare at you with a dumbfounded expression. "is this funny to you?" he asks, deadpan.

before you can even open your mouth to croak out a response, kunikida hastily approaches you on the bed, harshly grabbing at your thigh, "because it's not. you should know better than to send me such depraved images during work hours, but you clearly you need a reminder." he tells you through gritted teeth. then, he uses his grip on your thigh to flip you over, so you are lay on your stomach, and pull you down so you are bent over the edge of bed; with your stomach flat against the sheets and your legs hanging off the side.

he runs his big hand over the flesh off your ass, which is stuck out all pretty for him and is partially veiled under the gossamer of your negligee, but mostly on display, especially once kunikida has pushed the fabric aside as he caressed your ass.

his fingers then begin to explore between your folds, barely inhibited by the embarrassingly thin string of your thong. the rough pads of his fingers rub lazy circles over your soaked labia and clit. "so wet already.." a precise balance of fast and slow to make you squirm yet desperate for more stimulation, which he would happily deny as he pull his hand away from your cunt, licking his fingers clean.

"when did you become such a slut?" he spits, his palm making firm with your ass he does so. the loud 'slap' noise resonating throughout the room, shortly followed by your incoherent whimpers and sobs that you feebly try to choke back.

"please.." you whine, knuckles paling as you grip the cotton covers, "i won't do it again."

"yes, you will." he says defnitively, "because you're just a little attention whore." his sentence is puntuated with another hard slap on the ass, provoking a guttural gasp from you as a reaction to the painful impact.

"you'll do anything for me to play with this needy pussy, huh?" he asks while using the heel of his hand to carelessly rub your folds for a moment, then immediately slap your cunt afterwards, sending electric jolts of pleasure and pain up your spine and through your stomach.

"so here is all the attention you so desperately need." another spank hits your ass; the sting causes you to wince and moan in response.

"that feel good, princess?" he asks, mostly sardonically, his relentless hand spanking your ass repeatedly, each time more brutual than the last, surely searing a burning handprint into your skin. it hurt more each time, hinted at by your quiet whimpers and mewls. but also your pussy would spit out more arousal with each intense impact, which gave mixed signals.

you had lost count of the amount of spanks before he eventually paused, stroking your aching cheeks as he idled, "i asked you a question."

previously you were unable to answer the question because you were preoccupied with choking out faint pleas and cries, but now that he has halted his ruthless attack on your ass, you are able to stutter, "it felt good, sweetie." your face is consumed by the heat of the covers which you bury yourself into.

"good.." he muses, continuing to gently caress your sore skin, "you know i only do this because i care. so much. i could never ignore a message that you send me; i worry far too much about you to do that, so i have to view it. and if i open it in front of my co-workers, i would hate it if they saw something meant for my eyes only. understand, sweetheart?"

"mhm.." you hum. pleased with the kind and relaxed way he was speaking to you, but his change in tone was so sudden that it could've gave you whiplash. not that you were complaining.

"i enjoyed the photos. you are so gorgeous, (y/n). don't stop taking them." he softly squeezes the fat of your thigh and asks, "does it hurt badly?"

"kinda." you reply timidly.

he bends over and plants a kiss your ass, peppering them over your warm skin before straightening himself. "i'll be gentler next time." his hand wanders from your ass, down between your thighs to carefully poke at your clit, "now, let's take care of my needy girl.."

#bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #bungou stray dogs kunikida #kunikida x reader #kunikida x you #kunikida bsd #kunikida smut #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs smut #👾nsfw #dilf⭑december

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filmbyjy · 1 year ago

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COLLIE DUTY

TWENTY-TWO — clearing up mistakes

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

WARNINGS: none :D let me know if there are some idk missing words to sentences. sometimes my brain processes the sentence but when I reread it, it doesn’t have the word but I swear I wrote it down😭

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as you threw on your outfit that you had decided for the ‘date’, or whatever jake asked you, you had stepped in front of the mirror and snapped a quick photo.

posting it right on your Instagram story that was very much public to everyone. it wasn’t disclosed but you had a decent amount of following but nobody saw your face, just your body. you had wanted to keep it a secret because you know, private stuff.

your friends knew about the account. heeseung even joked about you looking like some faceless model with the way you took pictures of yourself. quite suggestive poses, very little clothing but you just wanted to express yourself because why not love yourself?

“shit, I should leave.” you didn’t even think to cover your face when you posted that photo on your account. you had quickly made it out of your apartment and went downstairs to see jake’s car waiting for you.

the moment you entered the car, you see jake looking at his phone in shock. you had peeped at his phone a little. then it hits you, you posted that pic without covering your face. jake’s eyes slowly met with yours.

“sir.” it was the only thing you could mutter out.

“you’re the faceless model that I was looking for?” he says.

you were confused. no seriously confused, “what do you mean, Mr.Sim?”

“I wanted to possibly reach out to this girl to collab for the new collection that we’re going to send out to a designer brands competition and sign her up for a contract.”

“oh.”

“you’re her?” jake says still in shock.

“is it that shocking that I am her?”

“no, not at all. it’s just that…I didn’t think you’d pose in such positions.”

“I just post this for my own pleasure. it’s fun to dress up and take photos.”

“(name).”

“yes, Mr.Sim?”

“please be the model for our ‘JS collection’.”

“Mr.Sim, I don’t exactly want to be a model. I’m already your secretary and it’s something I have been focusing on for the past 4 years.”

“I know but this would be a great opportunity. You’re pretty and you definitely fit the vibes of our new collection, it’s perfect.”

you can’t help but blush when jake called you pretty.

“Mr.Sim-”

“also dropped the ‘Mr.Sim’. I already told you when it’s just us call me jake.” jake demanded said.

“okay, umm jake. I really don’t think I can do it.”

“then what if I reward you with something if you do it?”

you deadpanned at him, “jake, I am not Layla.”

“I’m not using the ‘good girl’ tactic like you’re a dog. I’m serious, I’ll reward you with something good.”

“what is this something good?”

“tickets for like a holiday? You deserve it after working long hours as my secretary and also…for hearing what you did back in office.”

“oh.”

holy shit, sound the alarm sim jaeyun is apologising.

“yeah, I was supposed to apologised at the restaurant once we got there but since we’re already here in my car talking, I think I should apologise first.” jake takes a deep breath.

“look, I understand what you heard isn’t exactly what any normal person should hear in an office space. let alone a CEO’s office. you’re also my secretary so it was unprofessional to let that happen considering your desk was also near me. I’ll be honest, that part slipped my mind. I forgot we’re both not in two different offices. your desk is like at least 10 footsteps away from my office.” jake was about to ramble on more but you had cut him off.

“jake.”

“yeah?”

“it’s fine. I understand you have your little scandalous activities you wanna do. moreover, you’re well, someone attractive so like it’s only more normal for you to have fun.”

jake shakes his head, “let’s forget about this and have dinner. I’m sure after a long day of working, you need some good food. of course, this is also a token of apology for the umm things you heard.” jake starts up the car and starts to drive.

it was great to have this whole thing be cleared up and jake apologising. it made you feel warm on the inside, hearing jake be soft-spoken and kind to you was a change. You liked this version of jake and if you were being honest, you liked the view beside you right now.

jake holding onto the steering wheel with one hand, slick back black hair with a few pieces of hair falling onto his forehead. His black suit tucked into his pants, the black slacks he wore, one of his sleeves folded up his hand. His arm exposed that showed off the black Galaxy watch he wore on his wrist.

God the arm veins…

Your inner conscious was screaming at you. Sim Jaeyun was definitely out to murder you. you don’t even know how long you’ve been staring at him for.

“We’re here.” Jake says as he parks the car at the front of the restaurant. He goes out of the car to pass the keys to the staff there and then opens the door for you.

“Let’s go, my lady.” he says in a deep voice. You swore you just got a whole shiver down your spine which is why jake went to open the back door of the car to grab his jacket and wrapped it around your figure.

“you’re not talking, are you in shock?” he snickers. “if you must know, I have never brought anyone to some fancy high end restaurant before.”

“oh…” was the only thing you could say.

jake chuckles before softly grabbing your hand, “let’s go, it’s cold out here.”

which was how you found yourself being dragged by jake into the restaurant where the food was extremely expensive and really divine. definitely a meal for the rich.

a/n: HELL🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ I am sat! jake do be very hot for apologising and knowing what he did was very wrong and if you think that they are gonna start dating, THINK AGAIN🙄🤚🏻 I gotta drag this story for a little longer

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ametrictonofaudacity · 2 years ago

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Can you write a part 2 to your yandere joker fic?

Absolutely! Also I am so insanely flattered, I’ve never had someone ask for a part 2 before eeee

Yandere Platonic Joker x GN! reader!

Warnings: This is a yandere work, and as such contains themes of violence, abuse, manipulation and drugging. As this is the Joker, it will most likely be darker than my usual works!! Enjoy!!

You wake up with a leg that practically burns, and when you glance down, you see that your thigh had been wrapped in white gauze, which had been stained red by your own blood. It was weirdly well done for a madman. You wondered if Joker had made one of his henchmen do it.

Moving your leg makes it hurt, so much so that you gasp when the burning pain arches up your leg. You hadn’t been given any painkillers. Which wasn’t great when you had a stab wound, in an area with already existing nerve damage. You hope there isn’t any long term nerve damage, or damage to the muscles, or tendons.

“Okay. Okay just.. focus. You’ve been kidnapped by a madman who thinks you’re obsessed with him. Things could be worse.” Your voice cracks with hysteria, and you wince, shaking your head. You had to get your act together. You would prefer not to be another of the Joker’s long list of victims.

You glance around, and your stomach drops. The room is.. a room? It had clearly been outfitted from some sort of warehouse, with high ceilings and beams that crisscrossed, which made sense, you guess. Not a lot of people in Gotham would be willing to rent an apartment to the Joker.

The most damning thing, however, is the paintings, everywhere. Piled in the corner, leaned against the wall, some handing crookedly from nails. All with acidic green eyes or pale skin or a suit with the wrong colors. All yours.

You think you’re going to throw up. You don’t.

Your head snaps to the sound of a door handle, and you watch as it’s pushed open, heart racing. The old hinges shriek and groan.

“Hey! So.. what do ya think? Neat, right! Got all your paintings, right here, in a fun little gallery! Isn’t it great?!” Joker’s eyes never leave your face. You aren’t sure what it looks like, with how much pain you were in and your brain struggling to process much of anything but you feel your expression twist.

“Five out of five stars.” Your voice drips with sarcasm, and Joker laughs, a high pitched maniacal giggle that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You two were playing a game now, you knew, and Joker knew all the rules and could change them as he pleased. “Where are we?”

“Ah, ah, ah! No trying to pry any information out of me, I learned aalll the tricks from Batsy.” He chides, practically skipping to your bedside. You want to jerk away, but moving your leg sends a rush of pain so harsh it makes your vision go white.

“I don’t think I know nearly as many tricks as Batman.” You deadpan.

“It’s okay! You’re interesting in a different way.” Joker snorts, glancing at your damaged leg to the paintings to your face. You aren’t sure what he sees. “Although I don’t know why you would be talking to Batsy.”

He sounds almost.. jealous? Giddy? You can’t place it, and you don’t want to, and you measure your words carefully before you speak. Joker was a time bomb, almost literally, and any little thing could set him off.

“I never actually talked to him. He and the baby bats just stalked me for a while when you broke out of Arkham.”

“Hmph. Wants to keep you all to himself, now that not fair.” He huffs, and he slings an arm around you, pulling you close. The sudden movement jolts your leg, and the ragged gasp it tears from you practically echoes in the air.

You try not to freeze when you see the unhinged light in his eyes. You don’t think you manage.

“Did you ever talk to Batsy?” The sudden change in topic is.. discomforting, and you shake your head. You can’t think of anything to say.

“He showed up in your sketchbook a lot. All heroic poses and big shadows, it was so boring, really. I’m a much better subject to draw, don’t you think?”

His hand lands on the white bandages, and then he presses down.

You howl in pain, going to twist away, but he is deceptively strong, and keeps you there, even as you kick at him and try to pry his hand off your wound.

“Yes! You’re better to draw!” You gasp out, and he stops, grinning. You’d think that the bandage would be redder, or damaged. It isn’t.

“Good! I don’t like sharing my besties.” He laughs, and hums, glancing at your face. You’re shaking, and pale, you know. “It does suck your hurt though. We can’t do anything fun until you’re healed.” He huffs, sprawling back and dragging you with him.

“APPARENTLY we’re going to have postpone the trip to Ace Chemicals.” He huffs. “I was so looking forward to it, too.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, leaden. Ace Chemicals. Birthplace of the Joker, of Harley Quinn. A toxic cesspit of chemical waste and madness.

“I’m sure we can find something to pass the time. Now! Why don’t we get to painting, yeah? You’ve got a whole studio!”

Joker hops up, and when you take the paint brush from him, it’s already dripping with a toxic green. You paint, numbly, not really paying attention.

You would have to escape before your leg healed. Or Joker won his game.

#yandere x reader #platonic yandere x reader #yandere dc #yandere platonic x reader #yandere platonic joker

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sapphiretdgal · 28 days ago

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~A know-it-all and a ditz~ 1

Fair warning!I’m still trying to figure out to use tumblr so if this is the ugliest layout you’ve ever seen, I’m sorry lol.

Summary: Camp Wawanaka welcomes its campers.

Warnings: Swearing, English is not my first language so criticism is welcome but hate is not.

Word count: 1,620

Yo, we're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I'm your host, Chris McLean, dropping season one of the hottest reality shows on television right now. Here's the deal. Twenty-two campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp, they'll compete in challenges against each other then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers.”

Chris grabs a marshmallow with a stick, he eats it then he throws the stick away. “In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune,” He holds a tiny treasure chest. “Let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food, and each other.” Chris smiles at the camera. “Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out right here, right now on Total...Drama...Island.”

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Chris raised his hand and welcomed the next camper. “(Y/N), everybody!” The (S/T) girl made it off the yacht and politely greeted him. “Hey,” She looked around the crappy camp with a confused expression, a small frown on her lips. “...Um, where are we?” Chris laughed and patted her back before pushing her by the rest of them. “Your new home, which you signed up for and legally can’t leave yet!” (Y/N’S) frown grew bigger. “But I thought-” “Our next camper, Noah!” Chris cut her off.

(Y/N) huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms and sending a glare at the host. The tall blonde girl leaned closer to her and whispered. “We were tricked…” The (H/C) girl rolled her eyes playfully and smiled at her. “No way…” “Way.”

Noah came and stood next to (Y/N), she gave the boy a smile but was only met with a simple huff. (Y/N) thought nothing of it. As more campers arrived (Y/N) tried to get to know some others. “I’m (Y/N)” She greeted Noah, offering him a hand shake with a small awkward smile. Noah side eyed the girl but shook her hand nonetheless, “Noah,” He said simply before returning her attention back to Chris. She deadpanned at the cute boy and sighed. “Cool…”

Chris called out for the teens. “First things first, we need a group photo for the promos, everyone on the end of the dock.” As the teen posed for the photo a creaky noise was heard before all twenty-three of them fell into the river.

(Y/N) whined about her hair grumbling softly, turning to see Noah struggle to get onto the dock, she decided to help him. “You okay?” Noah took her hand with a grunt. “Oh yeah, perfect. I love almost drowning.” He replied sarcastically, she giggled at his sarcasm and smiled. “Who doesn't?” She shrugs before heading off to go dry, Noah gave the girl a look before following behind her.

At the campfire (Y/N) sat one of the logs listening to Chris. “This is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks. The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition and maybe even your friends. You dig?” Harold smiled at Duncan but was only met with a threatening look. “The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win $100,000!”

Duncan clicked his fingers and pointed at (Y/N) “Excuse me? What will the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like to request a bunk under her.” (Y/N) gave Chris a worried look. “...That’s not happening, right?” The host shook his head. “Nope! Boys on one side of the cabins and girls the other.” She sighed softly in relief and leaned back.

“Here's the deal. We're gonna split you into two teams if I call your name out and stand over there. Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Kadie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, (Y/N) and Noah. From this moment on, you are officially known as the Screaming Gophers!” Owen cheered happily. “Wooow! I’m a gopher!”

“Oh, lucky me, Giggles is on my team…” Noah remarked at (Y/N), she gave him a fake offenend expression and sighed dramatically. “Oh Noah, you hurt me so,” This caused him to roll his eyes. Chris spoke up again. “All right, campers, you and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition, also you have a confessional. Where you can share what you’re really feeling with the word or just to get something off your chest.”

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(Y/N’S) Confessional

(Y/N) sat in the confessional. “Okay so, this place is actually so disgusting,” She waved away the fly buzzing around her head. “I thought this place was gonna be more…you know cleaner I mean, my makeup has already been ruined, my new shoes are ruined, and so far there's only like two cute guys here!” Crossing her arms she huffed. “...this is the worst…”

Noah’s Confessional

“Straight away I can tell that this game is gonna be easy to win.” He said with a smug look. “It’s clear I’m the smartest person here and I’m pretty sure Giggles already knows, that's why she’s sticking by me,” Noah sighs. “Although a pretty girl like her can be useful for getting things…” His eyes widened at his words and quickly corrected himself. “Subjectively pretty!”

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As the Killer Base formed their team Country waved her hand. “Um, excuse me Chris, the gophers have an extra player.” She pointed out, the host looked at the teams, “Oh they do? Huh- Anyway!” He dismissed Country with a smile. “Let's find your cabins. Gophers, you're in the east cabin. Bass, you're in the west.”

(Y/N) carried her bags to the girls side of the cabin accidentally bumping into Gwen, “Oh shit, sorry girl.” Gwen gave her a look before entering the cabin. “Bunk beds? Isn't this a little summer camp?” Heather complained, Gwen pushed her out of the way. “That’s the idea, genius.”

(Y/N) walked over to a spare bunk, “Hey, mind if I take the top?” Leshawna smiled and nodded. “Yeah, go ahead girl!” She gave her a thankful nod and started unpacking, while trying to get her things organized she looked outside for Chris, “Hey, where are the outlets? I have to plug in my straighter.” Lindsay squeals and holds onto (Y/N’S) arm. “Oh my gosh! I was about to say the same thing!...But where are they?” The two girly-girls look at Chris.

He points into the distance. “There are some in the communal bathrooms. Just across the way.” Lindsay looks at him confused. “Commuanal, but I’m not Catholic.” Chris shakes his head, “Not communion, communal.” Gwen grunts at the two. “It means we shower together, idiots.”

Lindsay’s eyes widened with tears as she complained, (Y/N) offered her a gentle rub on the back and from the corner of her eye she saw Noah, Trent and Owen looking at them, she gave them a small smile.

Noah rolled his eyes at her and leaned on the doorway. “Shouldn’t you be more worried about unpacking than your hair?” (Y/N) shrugs. “I’m on a reality show, I wanna look my best!” He huffs with a scoff. “Yeah, be sure to remember that when you're walking the dock.” He remarked before heading back inside, leaving a confused (Y/N) behind.

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The teens were now inside the camp cafeteria, in front of them stood Chef Hatchet. “ Listen up! I serve it three times a day and you'll eat it three times a day! Grab a tray, get your food, and sit your butts down NOW!” (Y/N) nervously looked at the older man, she bumped into Owen and gave him a small smile. “Sorry,” Owen only laughed and ruffled her hair.

Chef yelled at Harold which caused the blond to whisper. “Have a cow.” (Y/N) and Noah snickered and looked at each other with smirks, “What was that?!” Chef glared at the three and pointed at Owen. “Come closer, fat boy! I didn't hear you!” Owen fearfully made his way over. “Oh, I didn't really say anything important.” “I’m sure you didn’t,” Chef points to Noah. “You! Scrawny kid, give me your plate.”

After Noah. (Y/N) brought her tray up to Chef where he placed the slop, she looked down at it in disgust. “...Can I have a cookie?” She points at the jar behind him, Chef raises an eyebrow at her before flicking her forehead. “Ow!” She pouts and sulks her way to her seat next to Noah.

Chris struts his way into the cafeteria. “Welcome to the Main Lodge!” Geoff raised a hand at him. “Yo, my man. Can we order a pizza?” Chef throws a cleaver “Whoa! Its' cool G! Brown slop is cool! Right guys?” He laughs nervously while the campers nod. Chris laughs and turns to walk out. “Your first challenge begins in one hour!” (Y/N) looks up at Noah. “What do you think he’s gonna make us do?” He shrugs. “Meh, it’s our challenge. How hard can it be?”

—-

The teens were in their swimsuits standing on a cliff.

“Oh for fuck sakes…”

#total drama #noah td #tdinoahxreader #Td!noah #Noah X reader #tdi #tda #td noah #td Owen #td heather #tdwt #x reader

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ciaossu-imagines · 2 months ago

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cell 13 (nanbaka) + christmas prompt 4. thank you very much! 💕

No, thank you very much! I’m loving all the requests you sent and writing for the cell 13 idiots (said very lovingly) is always a lot of fun for me. I adore these boys and how silly they all are together, and I hope that shows through in this post 😊

Imagine your Ocs taking a group picture for their holiday greeting cards.

Who is giving directives on how to pose?

It’s definitely Uno, let’s not even kid ourselves. He heard the idea of taking Christmas card pictures (possibly even came up with it himself, in my mind after receiving an early Christmas card from an ex that he wants to send one in return to) and latched onto the idea immediately. He threw himself into the idea wholeheartedly, planning things, thinking over all the little small details, running through a bunch of different ideas and themes in his mind. He’s the one most into the whole thing and he wants everything to look just like he pictures it in his head. He takes over. He’ll grouch at the others not to make weird faces and he’ll instruct them on what to wear, how to pose and all the little things. However, he’s not entirely selfish about the whole thing – while he’s definitely thinking about how to make himself look good in the picture, he picks poses, outfits, and coaches the others in ways that ensure that each one of his cellmates will also look good, even cool, in the pictures.

How do they pose?

Uno makes them do a variety of poses, so that they can have lots of options to choose from for the finished product. He does one of the standard poses, that of having them all laying down, with the face propped in their hand while they lean on their elbows. He has one where Rock’s standing up straight, hands on his hips, very tall, with Uno half-standing in front of him, pulling out the peace signs. In front of Uno, Jyugo’s on his knees, deadpan expression on his face while pulling out the same peace signs. In front of Jyugo, Nico’s all curled up and sitting down, beaming happily. There’s one where they’re all leaning in, arms around each other’s shoulders, Uno and Rock on the ends and the ‘kiddos�� in the middle – it took them a long time to get that one, as people kept tipping over or stumbling or complaining. The one they end up going with has Uno pulling what he thinks is a ‘hot guy’ pose, Rock standing straight, one hand on his hip, the other giving the camera a finger gun, grinning happily, Jyugo kind of slouched over and kind of smirking towards the camera while also looking towards Uno, and Nico half-jumping in joy, hands raised in the air, grinning as if Santa had just given him all the gifts. It was one that Uno felt best got across all their own individual personalities and let them all look good (though he still, in his mind, looks the best).

Who ruins the picture by making faces?

It’s not so much that he ruins the pictures by making faces, but Jyugo ‘ruins’ so many potential pictures by just not…doing anything with his face. It’s pretty blank and expressionless in a lot of them, or he’s just not looking at the camera, or he’s plain out facing away from the camera in a couple of them. There’s even a couple where his face is doing something – sneezing, blinking, or talking – that instantly disqualify those takes from being used. Uno definitely gets a little frustrated because he really can’t believe that it’s so hard for one person to take even a single decent picture.

Who keeps saying ‘WAIT I’m not ready’ until they find the perfect angle?

Given my first answer, is it any surprise here that I’m going to say it’s Uno again? He’s the most invested in the picture, plus he’s a little vain, so it really matters to him how he will end up looking in these pictures. He likes to think he knows his ‘good sides’, he knows the best angles, he wants to be ready, he wants to make sure his face looks good and not weird in any way. He’s going to call a halt to the picture being taken at least fifteen to twenty times during the whole photoshoot, at the very least. Sometimes the other boys will call a stop right before a picture is taken, because they’re uncomfortable with how they’re standing or they have to sneeze or they want to be posing another way or they think Uno is getting too bossy and they need to put him in his place (or they’re hungry and want a snack in Rock’s case).

What are they wearing? Are they matching? Is there a theme?

There is definitely a theme…once it’s decided. As mentioned, Uno has a bunch of different fun themes in his head and all kinds of things that he wants to do. It takes him a bit to narrow them down…or should I say, there’s a couple that get narrowed down for him. There are some themes that the others are just very much ‘fuck you, not happening’ on and there’s some that Hajime just plain out shuts down. What does Uno mean, he wants Hajime to get them all festive Christmas themed, perfectly tailored suits? Out of what budget? Most of them are broke ass bitches. Because of that fact, and because it’s pretty much the only idea that Uno could at all talk the others into, they do ‘ugly Christmas sweaters’ and match that way, though each boy gets their own choice of what ugly Christmas sweater they’ll wear. Nico wears something like this, Rock something like this, Uno something like this, and Jyugo wore this because the other boys thought the lights would make him seem more interesting.

Who shows up in something other than the agreed upon outfit?

I do think that it’s Jyugo. He’s not really into the dressing up thing so he did initially just end up coming to the photoshoot wearing what he always wears. He doesn’t fight too hard when the others force him into his Christmas sweater. He’s really not against it, not that much. He just doesn’t really get the point of it, but when it becomes clear that it means a lot to his friends that he wears it and matches them, he’s not going to keep fighting it.

Who is the most reluctant to be in the picture?

None of the boys are really all that reluctant to be in the pictures. While Uno is the most excited about them, Nico quickly gets excited about them too, Uno’s enthusiasm being contagious. Rock’s pretty into the idea and even though Jyugo is mostly apathetic towards the idea, he enjoys doing things with his friends. It’s Hajime who is the most reluctant to allow this plan to go forward and he really only gives in when it becomes clear that it’s going to be far less of a headache to just find a way for this to happen and be wrapped up quickly.

What is written on the card?

This was sincerely the hardest part. Uno wanted something cliché, cheesy, and kind of flowery. Nico wanted something anime themed and cutesy. Rock kind of preferred something simple and Jyugo felt like he couldn’t make a decision. He hates ending up having to be the tie-breaker. It was a game of rock, paper, scissors that decided it and since Rock won, it ended up being a simple message – ‘Happy Holidays from Cell 13! Have yourself a holly, jolly Christmas!’

What background do they choose?

Again, there was a lot of ideas for backgrounds and so many great options that it really took a while to narrow down on which one to use. It’s actually Seitarou who ends up making the final decisions, when the four of the boys couldn’t really agree on one and he did it during the editing phase, without any of the boys knowing. Their background ended up being this one!

Who do they send the cards to?

Uno sends it to his ex-girlfriend, the one who sparked the idea. Other than that, it gets sent to the other cells in their building, as they’re quite good friends with most of them and to each of the guard’s and their families. Nico sends it to Upa and his cellmates, while Rock sends one to Shiro and Liang. Jyugo ends up sending one to Musashi and Mitsuru snags one.

#replies #christmas asks #nanbaka #cell 13 #nico nanbaka #jyugo nanbaka #uno nanbaka #rock nanbaka #headcanons

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blayresmuses · 2 years ago

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how the tables turn

summary: you’ve been trying to catch ser harwins attention for weeks and are on the verge of giving up until he shows up in your quarters unannounced.

warnings: targaryen!reader who is also a tiny bit manipulative, brat tamer vibes from harwin, degradation and humiliation, sexual themes.

the moon had risen when your handmaiden came knocking. you’d been fed and bathed, your hair brushed out into soft waves. it was dull being so confined and the one thing you wished for as you looked out at kings landing was something to do.

‘ser harwin strong is here to see you princess,’ your maid announced. your heart leapt, a wicked grin already appearing. you’d been trying to catch the commanders attention for weeks, something you thought would be easy. he flirted along, even sending you cheeky winks at court but you were on the verge of giving up, sick of being the instigator.

‘send him in,’ you answered, doing your best to sound normal. you watched from the corner of your eye as her expression grew shocked, her eyes taking in your barely clothed form. your silk chemise was perfect in your opinion, it would do exactly what you wanted it to. her mouth opened, ready to object no doubt. ‘quickly, please. he shouldn’t be kept waiting.’

you fluffed your hair as you waited, posing yourself in your window seat. your body came alive as you listened to his heavy footsteps, growing louder as he neared. you were on the edge of your seat, anticipation thrumming through you. you looked him straight in the eye when he finally appeared through your doorway, his body taking up the whole space. harwin strong sucked the breath from your lungs, it was a dizzying maddening high you’d never get used to.

his own eyes slid down your body, his jaw tightening as he drank you in. it was highly improper, something he could be severely punished for but you were basking in the attention. you had so many eyes on you at all times but harwin was the only one who made you feel truly seen. after a long silence, harwin bowed. the feeling of power flowed through your veins as you watched, a soft smile taking over your features. pretty, feminine, you readjusted yourself, hanging your legs over the edge of the seat. ‘how can i help you, ser harwin?’

‘i’m sorry for visiting at this late hour princess,’ harwin replied. the formality vexed you but you kept your features soft with your doe eyes and fluttering lashes. ‘patience isn’t a trait i possess, i’m afraid.’

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. you wanted him so desperate to see you he would have climbed up the walls and in through your window, you wanted him panting, worked up, so eager to declare his feelings, to claim you. you nodded in response, urging him to continue. ‘the watch is growing stronger every day,’ harwin ventured on. ‘i can’t help but feel like my job there is done.’

the admission left you confused, you had to admit. ‘i’m not sure what exactly you’re asking me.’

‘for a favour,’ he announced, a glint of pride glistening in those eyes. ‘i want to be a part of your personal guard.’

‘my personal guard,’ you deadpanned. your excitement fizzled out in your stomach, even as you looked at that cheeky grin. he hadn’t moved much further from the door, it grew more irritating to you as the seconds passed. why wouldn’t he come closer?

he never would, you realised. especially not if he was your guard, sworn to protect you. he’d be around more but would you physically get anywhere with him? not if he wanted to keep his honour. it rattled you, how difficult it was to get through to his man. you knew he’d been with women, you’d watched him flirt and dance plenty of times but he seemed oblivious to your true desires. your cheeks burned, rejection sitting heavy in your stomach. ‘why would you want that? forgive me but it sounds like a downgrade to me.’

a raspy chuckle escaped his mouth as he took one minuscule step towards you. his hands were crossed behind his back and you wanted to see them, wanted to imagine how big they were compared to yours, what they’d feel like against your skin. ‘where’s your usual confidence, princess? any man would be lucky to have the privilege to protect you.’

‘who says i need protecting?’ you countered quickly. you stood up, not bothering to fix your slip where it had risen to expose some of your thighs. ‘i have a dragon.’

‘i don’t see her.’ harwin looked around as if to prove his point. ‘i didn’t even see a guard at your door, seems dangerous to me - to leave something so precious so unguarded.’

you gave him a genuine smile, letting the subtle compliment boost your ego again. you loved it when he was like this - open, promiscuous, dancing around you the way you so often did him. ‘there was trouble at the gates,’ you explained. ‘the city seems riotous tonight.’

‘oh, i’ve heard,’ harwin said and there was a certain implication in his voice that made your blood run hot. he wouldn’t - would he? the way he was looking at you was devious, thrilling and you knew in that moment that he’d been the cause of the trouble, clearing the way to come in here for you.

‘so this is a ruse then?’ you pondered, you batted your lashes, your face a mask of confusion. you looked like the perfect princess, the damsel in distress so perpetually innocent. ‘you’ll forgive me if i’m a little afraid. you’ve made your way in here, we’re alone, you could do anything you wanted to me. there’s no one here to stop you.’

you dangled the bait and waited to see if he’d finally pounce. it was silent in your chambers save for the hammering of your heart under your pretty silk. finally harwin grinned, a fire alight in his eyes that made your facade drop for just a second. you desired, obsessed over him even but he also never failed to infuriate you. he never fell into the traps you laid so carefully for him, he would never make it easy. ‘drop the act, princess,’ harwin urged, his voice rough. ‘i’m a smart man. you think i haven’t had women trying to seduce me before?’

you took your bottom lip between your teeth, buying yourself some thinking time before you wandered over, slowly, letting him watch your hips sway, your breasts move beneath the silk. you purposely brushed into his side, feeling the toughness of his arm against the softness of yours. ‘careful ser, you wouldn’t want to make me jealous,’ you warned as you closed over the door. you leaned against the heavy wood, letting it cool your flushed skin. harwin turned, always chasing you, following you where you went, it should disturb you but you liked that you had him somewhat wrapped around your finger. ‘i’m curious though, what gave you the impression that i was trying to seduce you? that’s a dangerous accusation to make of a princess.’

‘an accusation? really? you can play dumb if you like princess but i can see right through you.’ you were burning up, a heavy feeling of anger on your shoulders and you stared up at him, not bothering to hide your glare. he wasn’t playing along, wasn’t playing his part in the fantasies you dreamed up at night. he was supposed to be falling at your feet, begging for you, your hand, your touch but here he was, in some sort of battle with you about the games you’d been playing.

‘if you’re so certain of that, ser harwin,’ you began, crossing your arms over your chest. of course his eyes followed the movement, taking a step towards you that you weren’t sure he meant to take. ‘then why are you here? to tell me to stop? or maybe you’re here to teach me a lesson, show me that i shouldn’t play around with big, bad men in case they have their wicked way with me? is that it?’

‘i told you why i was here.’ harwin ignored your comment entirely. the man was a brick wall, unmovable, unyielding and he was crowding you in. like a predator hunting his pray harwin stepped towards you, past your personal space until he had you pinned to the wall with his size alone. he didn’t stop, not until your body was flush with his and he was looking down at you. his cock was hard, digging into your lower stomach but you kept your expression neutral, bored even. the smell of him overwhelmed you, his body enveloping you. it was hard to concentrate, to remember what had been said.

‘it seems you like my efforts plenty,’ you commented, giving him the most coquettish look you could muster even though your breathing had picked up, your cunt pulsing and aching for him. this was better than your dreams. you had to admit you liked that he was trying to put you in your place, to show dominance. being in such a position of power it was hard to find a man that really stood up to you, most of the men who begged for your attention were simpering fools doing their best to lure you into traps of their own, hiding their lust for power beneath their pathetic acts.

‘no princess.’ the words were practically growled at you, you could only watch in adoration as he lowered down to your height, taking your face in his hands. some of his curls tickled the bare skin of your shoulders, making you shiver. ‘it’s not the innocent act that gets me like this. it’s the fact that underneath it you’re just a little brat, begging for my attention.’

words failed you, you couldn’t even shake your head due to the harsh grip he had on you. your brain was going fuzzy, your wit failing you as you looked into his eyes. how was it possible for him to have come out on top, to have you a desperate mess against him and have not done anything. you’d put the effort in, exerted yourself to get even a morsel of time with him and he’d done nothing. how was it that you were the one panting for him, falling apart at the seams whilst he stood composed and arrogant, the only sign of his true feelings the hardness that pressed into you.

with a gentleness you didn’t expect harwin ran his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it down and watching it bounce back into place. a groan met your ears, then he was pushing it into the orifice. you weren’t going to be outdone, you blinked at him before slowly hollowing your cheeks, sucking on it, giving him a show. ‘you like this don’t you?’ he asked hoarsely, his hot breath hitting your cheek. ‘that for once you’re not getting what you want. this is why you need me princess, to protect you from the people who’ve made you this way. they all run around after you don’t they? they’d do anything to please you.’

you moaned in protest and harwin pushed his thumb in further, once, twice before dragging it out, spreading your spit down your chin. it trailed down your throat to your chest, down over your breast until he reached your nipple, hard and pebbled against his movements. his thumb rubbed over it, torturously slow. ‘see?’ the words were soft, given to you in false pity. ‘you’re greedy. i bet if i picked this so-called dress up i’d find you soaked, wouldn’t i? it’s driving you mad, you thought i’d be down on my knees worshiping you by now didn’t you?’

‘what about you, ser,’ you threw back, you moved towards his mouth, your lips a breath away from his. you moved impossibly closer until you felt his against you then moved away, teasing, luring, desperate for the upper hand. ‘i’m not naive enough to think that’s just a knife in your pocket. doesn’t it shame you, doing something so improper to your princess? you should be on your knees, begging for my forgiveness, my mercy.’

‘you’re at my mercy now,’ harwin murmured, giving your nipple a pinch so hard you yelped. ‘command me to stop. you’re right, you’re my princess so if you truly hate this then command me to unhand you.’

‘this isn’t like you ser,’ you said gently in avoidance. you couldn’t stop, wouldn’t give up the need to have the power. you wanted to affect him the way he did you, to drive him positively insane in every way. ‘you’re gentle, a soft man. you wouldn’t hurt a fly-’

harwin growled and before you could stop him he bit down on the plush skin at the top of your chest. roughly, he grabbed the top of your thigh, hooking it around his waist. ‘fucking lies,’ he groaned, rutting into you forcefully. his words were true, you knew, you’d seen it yourself what happened in the training grounds but getting him angry was the key to your success. ‘if i was a lesser man, i’d fuck you right here. you’d let me, you’d let me make a mess of you, ruin you. you should be glad princess that i’ve got such self restraint because i swear to you i’d find much better use for that smart mouth of yours.’

you were losing your grip on reality, with every dirty word he spat at you you fell deeper into his grip, like he had some mental hold on your brain. subconsciously you began grinding into him, rubbing your cunt against him. you whined, your fingernails digging into his thighs. he laughed, a harsh sound that was designed to humiliate you but it didn’t. ‘i wonder what people would say if they could see you now,’ harwin whispered, he nipped a trail along your neck but his eyes were focused on your movements, his fingers were digging into your flesh so hard you were sure he’d leave bruises. ‘they think you’re so pure but look at you now. a needy, desperate mess. i’m surprised you haven’t started begging.’

‘would that make a difference?’ you asked breathlessly, moaning when you found the right spot. ‘if i beg you to touch me, will you?’

‘no, my spoiled little princess,’ harwin tutted and in rage you gripped his hair, pulling with all your might. ‘i’m here to teach you a lesson remember? i would say i’m doing my job pretty well. how could you ever think this would be a downgrade when we’re having so much fun here.’

‘and if i command you?’ you snapped but it was futile, the enjoyment he was getting from teasing and mocking you was evident.

‘you wouldn’t.’ he sounded so sure than you almost wanted to just to prove him wrong. ‘you like that it’s out of your hands, that i can do whatever i want. call this a punishment, for parading yourself around in front of me these past few weeks, for torturing me. that’s what you feel right now isn’t it? torture?’

you nodded immediately, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes at the sheer urgency you felt. harwin hushed you and you would have fell into the comfort of it if you hadn’t been smarter. ‘it’s okay princess. you’ll get through it like the good girl you are.’

he untangled himself from you and you felt the ridiculous urge to cry and fall at his feet and beg him not to leave. your saving grace was the wet patch on the crotch of his trousers, a reminder that he wanted you as well. you let that fact soak through you, let it build you up until you knew in your heart that the next time you crossed paths you’d be in control, you wouldn’t just tease you’d make him writhe and beg until he was on the edge then you’d leave him there. ‘tomorrow ser,’ you said to his retreating form. ‘i plan to travel to the dragon pit. you’ll make yourself available i’m sure, it’s your job now after all.’

you’d have him in the palm of your hand if it was the last thing you did.

#harwin strong x reader #harwin strong smut #harwin strong #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon fic

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mischiefmanaged71 · 2 years ago

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The Great War (3/10)

Summary: After landing in a place he has no idea about, Tom comes across someone who can finally help him get back to Manchester

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! reader

The sun dipped through the window, dressing the room in its warm glow. Tom relaxed against his pillow, wondering when he would get out of this place. Each day he spent here was another test of his patience given the ever-growing threat of the Nazi occupation. He stared at the ceiling with a blank expression, anxiety stirring in his chest. Doctor O’Connor laid on the bed opposite while the blood transfusion took place. He had hoped Y/N would continue her daily visits, her conversation and presence being one of the few comforting things in this distressing situation.

Tom admitted he was out of his depths here. A British soldier in a German-occupied country. In these circumstances, it wasn’t expected that any British persons would be shown mercy with the lines drawn in this war, should he be caught. Tom was anything if not determined to leave as Doctor O’Connor explained the plan they devised.

“You register as an injured prisoner of war.” Doctor O’Conner said.

“Then what?” Tom asked

“You die.” his voice deadpanned.

Tom fell silent, glancing over at the man with an astonished look, “Well, I hate to be picky. This will work will it?”

“You’ll know before I do. We’ve never actually tried before.”

An exasperated laugh escaped Tom’s mouth as he sighed, turning away from the man. “Great.”

The sound of approaching footsteps caused his head to turn. Y/N approached, dressed in a coat and pants, aside from her usual nurse's gown. Tom’s eyebrows raised at her attire, comforted at her soft smile.

“How are we today?” She directed this at Tom.

“He’s fine. I, however, am ready to leave his presence.” Doctor remarked, earning a chuckle from the woman. She held Tom’s gaze, checking with him. An apologetic look as she awaited an answer.

“Doin’ okay.” her heart clenched at the defeat in his tone.

She nodded, glancing between the men, “Did I interrupt something?”

“Nothing-Doctor here was just telling me-”

Doctor O’Connor shushed him, sending Y/N an exasperated look as she helped him remove the needle from his arm. A nurse passed the group, interrupting the conversation to escort the Doctor away. Y/N fixed her eyes on Tom, recognising a hopeless look behind his facade of calm. She took a seat on the bed opposite his.

“I’m sorry I’ve been absent these past days.” bringing his eyes to her’s, “I’ve been trying to sort some things out that took longer than I expected.”

“It’s alright, love. Not like your obligated to keep in my company.”

“I didn’t want you to think I just left.”

Something twisted in his chest, unfamiliar with this feeling of want aside from the devotion of family. Outside that, Tom had always felt alone.

“I’ve come to understand that feeling. People move in and out of your life. How things are.”

She bit her lip, understanding that feeling all too well with how all her loved ones had turned and left at one point. Many of them taken from her in the depths of war and internal battles. He watched her clasp her hands, pondering over thoughts.

“Why did you serve in the first place?” she posed the question.

“The truth?” he exhaled, drawing his hands to his chest. “I’m always in trouble and it finally caught up to me.” he exhaled, “It was either this or a permanent spot in a cell for something petty. And I...”

“And...”

“Well, I understand I was wrong about some things.” Tom swallowed, “The things I saw, well- I’d rather not see it again.”

“If I’ve learned anything recently its that conflict, it brings out a new side in people. You’ll find new parts of yourself to use to survive.” she said.

Tom reflected on that moment on the beach. When the bullet tore through his shoulder, the blood spilling from his wound. The dizzying impact of his head cracking against the ground, and feeling this overwhelming crash of thoughts. What ifs? What had he done with his short life that had just started? His thoughts had darted to his dad and Lois. All of the things he had wished to tell them. How much he appreciated and loved them both. All of the unsaid words that he wouldn’t get to tell them if he died on that shore.

“I’m sure he’s proud of you.” she said, noticing his distant eyes, “Your father.”

“Don’t know what he thinks half of the time.” Tom shook his head. “I’m sure him and Lois are glad to have the breathing room.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.” she smiled warmly, “There are many words left unsaid between family. In my experience...best to not leave them unsaid.”

Tom glanced at her expectantly as she bent down and grasped the bag on the floor. A bag was placed between them, though Y/N held onto it with hesitance.

“What’s the bag for?”

“For you.”

His eyebrows perked up in slight surprise, “What’s inside?”

“You’ll have to open it.”

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“What the fuck is this outfit?” his Manchester accent coming across strong in his exasperated tone.

“Something wrong?” she smirked, finding amusement in his response.

“I look ridiculous.”

Y/N had her back turned to him as he changed. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you are making it out.”

The sound of his shoes stepping closer caused her to turn, glancing at Tom in his clean clothes that she brought. He looked perfectly fine in them. Clean and simple, which is precisely what she was aiming for. It was a mixture of beige and green. He certainly did not look bad in the outfit. He could probably make anything look good with his looks.

“They’re simple and plain. They don’t stand out which won’t separate you from the rest.” she confirmed, stepping closer to tug the collar up and flatten it down. She felt Tom’s gaze on her as she adjusted it, averting her eyes.

“Now the only thing separating you is your accent.”

“So...” he looked down at her, “keep my mouth shut.”

“You’re learning.” she quipped with a smile, the charming smile she received almost leaving her breathless. Y/N grabbed the bag from the floor, bringing Tom’s attention to it with a confused glance.

“What’s that one for?”

“This one’s mine.” she pulled the bag over her shoulders.

“What’d you need that for?” his face twisted in confusion.

“Well I can’t exactly make the trip without supplies.” she replied.

His face softened, “You’re serious?”

“I know we haven’t known each other for more than a few days-so, yes. I’m very serious.”

“It’ll be dangerous. More than I can ask of you.” he breathed.

“I’m a nurse in a war zone. I’m no stranger to it. You need a way out, and I speak the language. I’ve lived here my whole life. If you have any chance of getting out of here, it’s with my help.”

“But why?” his voice cutting through the air.

Now she was the one dumbfounded as she stared at him, “What?”

“Why would you help me?”

She wet her lips, stepping closer to him “I understand the risks and I’m going with you.”

“It could get you killed if we’re caught. You realise that?”

“Yes, but someone has to make the trip. If this route works, then many others can leave too. I know what I’m doing. Do you trust me?”

A moment of silence passed as he studied her expression, his blue eyes glossing over her features.

His warm breath brushed against her cheek, “Guess I’ll have to.”

“It certainly won’t be easy and...” she paused, a flush running over her cheeks. She pulled something from her pocket, the sound of something clicking against each other as she held open her hand.

“You proposing already, love? I’m flattered, but its a bit soon isn’t it?” as she held out the rings in her palm. Her face flushed at the comment, forcing herself to remain neutral at his flirtatious smile.

“This was the only option I could think of to disguise you. I know it’s a bit uncomfortable, but-”

“Who said there was a problem? You can do whatever you like, love.” he had this enchanting effect with his words and his smile that caused her to flush.

She shook her head, grabbing his hand. “You are now my husband, and I, your wife. Hopefully we won’t be pulled aside, if all goes as planned. That is our cover.” slipping the band on his ring finger.

He leaned forward, meeting her gaze, their lips inches apart, “And in the case that doesn’t work?”

“Plan B.” she said, gripping onto the straps of her bag.

“What’s that?”

She remained silent, leaving the room.

“It’s not very nice to leave your husband behind. You’re not gonna answer my questions?”

Y/N sighed, licking her lips. This would not be an easy trip. Certainly with the way that man sent butterflies soaring in her stomach.

“Plan B is exactly that. An alternative that I’d rather not have to use.” she absolved, looking up at him who stared at her with a teasing smile.

“And you’re not gonna let me into it?”

“Not here.” she began walking, allowing him to walk beside her “First, we make it through the city without being spotted. We’ll meet a correspondent who can get us to the next spot. From there, we’ll be on our own.”

“And you’re sure about this?” he asked, glancing at the bands on their hands, “What are the odds we actually make it to the border?”

“There aren’t many other options, so I’ll guess we’ll have to try.”

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sayuricorner · 2 years ago

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ROTTMNT x Monkie Kid crossover prompt idea: Teenage Mutant Ninja Monkey - EXTRA 2 - Snippets dialogues

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing.

Here’s a bunch of snippets for my ROTTMNT x Monkie Kid prompt! ^^

The first one is a rewrite of a dialogue from the first ROTTMNT episode while others are 100% made by your truly! ^^

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From the episode “Mystic Mayhem”

Raphael: "We just defeated a boss villain! We're heroes! We deserve a name like "Mad Dogs"!"

(The turtles, Sandro, April, and Mayhem look to the side in dramatic poses as the name "Mad Dogs" flashes across the screen and a dramatic music sting plays.)

Leonardo: "Mad Dogs? You don't think something like "Ninja Mutant Turtle Teens" or - I don't know. Maybe -”

Sandro: “Hum-hum!”(Sandro interrupt Leo with a fake cough and stared at his brother with a deadpan expression while his tail is pointing at April and Mayhem.)

Leonardo: “Riiiiigggghhhhttt... We'll keep brainstorming."

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Distraction:

Raphael: “Okay guys! We had to infiltrate this building without getting caugh! All we need is a distraction!”

Sandro: “Oh! Me! Me!Me!Me!Me! Pick me Raph please! Please!Pleeaaasssseeee!”

Raphael: “Okay! Okay! But please try to be subtle Sandie! We can’t create too much of a commotion!”

(Spongebob voice off)

*A few minutes later*

(Poeple are screaming in confusion as they fall through shadow holes and are thrown out of the building, from inside the vents the Mad dogs are looking at the scene with wide eyes.)

Raphael(whisper loudly at Sandro): “You call that ‘subtle”?!”

Sandro: “Well, the panic “subtly” keep those people from noticing us!”

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Debate:

Leonardo: “Come on Sandie, you know I’m right!”

Sandro: “Uh, na-ha! Absolutly not!”

Leonardo: “Yes, you do!”

Sandro: “There’s no way that hawaiian pizza is the best pizza existing!”

Leonardo: “How?! You love pinapples! You love pizzas! I’ts the best of both worlds how can’t you like it?”

Sandro: “Just because I like both doesn’t mean I like them mixed together! I mean pinapple with margarita sauce and cheese? blerg!”

Donatello: “Sorry to interrupt this "interresting discussion" but we're litteraly in the middle of a fight so can you PLEASE report this debate to later?”

(In the background a giant plant monster is rampaging around, it holding in its tentacules Raphael and Mikey who are screaming for their lives)

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"Negociator"

Leonardo : “Don't worry hermanos! I'll do the talk with Big Mamma, I'm the face man after all!”

Raphael : “Yeeeaaaahh... Maybe take Sandro with you for the talk? You know just to be sure!”

Michelangelo : “Yeah dude! Sandie is like a master manipulator! He could help to avoid any trick!”

Sandro(Fake shocked gasp): “A manipulator? Me? Honestly, this is very exagerated!(smirk) I prefer the word "negociator".

Donatello: “Like the time you "negociate" with this pizzaiolo to give us free pizzas by telling him that the foot clan ninjas we were fighting in his pizzaria were send by a rival pizzaiolo who wanted to sabotage him?”

Sandro: “Hey! It was a thank you gift, it would have be rude to refuse! And I didn't see you complain about the free pizzas!”

Donatello : “... Touché! “

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"Cowabunga"

Donatello(looking through his binocular) : “So, looks like Hypno had decided to crash this Magic show and is now making a mess!”

Raphael : “Well if he want messy he's gonna get it! Okay, here's how we're gonna do this-”

Leonardo : “Uh, Raph? Mikey and Sandie already beat you to it!”

Michelangelo and Sandro(Jumping from the bulding roof while telling excited): “COWABUNGA !!!”

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"YOU!"

Sun Wukong and Macaque (When seeing Draxum): “YOU!!!”

Draxum (Deadpan): “And here we go... (Get tackled by the two angry monkies) Gha!”

Sun Wukong (Furious): “Give us ONE good reason why we shouldn’t pound your head in the ground repeatetly?”

Draxum (Speak with difficulty): “Well, maybe I could think of something if I hadn’t two staffs pressed against my throat!”

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Taunt

(Raph, Leo, Mikey and Sandro look deadpanned and confused at Donnie and Red Son showing off their tech to each other, beackering and wierdly taunting each other)

Mikey: “Am I the only the only one who is wondering is they’re taunting each other or flirting?”

Sandro: “I... Don’t know...”

Leonardo: “Is there really a difference?”

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Better than me (warning: angst and sad fluff, rottmnt movie spoilers)

(Sandro is sitting on a cliff on Flowers Fruits Mountain, looking sadly at the horizon, Sun Wukong appeared from behind him and sit by his side)

Sun Wukong: “Heyyyyyyy... There you are bud! I knew I would find you there!”

Sandro: “...”

Sun Wukong: “You know, you ran off rather spontaneously! Your family and the others were worried!”

Sandro: “...”

Sun Wukong (Sigh): “If this is about today’s training, honestly you shouldn’t think too much about it! You were-”

Sandro: “I was bad at this!”

Sun Wukong: “Hey! Don’t be like that! Sure you still had a lot to learn, but I wouldn’t say you were bad!”

Sandro: “But I was! During the whole session I made a fool of myself and I didn’t made any progress!”

Sun Wukon: “Come on bud! It’s okay! It’s just the begening, you will end up progressing!”

Sandro (frustrated): “You don’t understand! In my family I’m the Sneaky Guy! I’m the one who’s supposed to be on the look out for possible ennemies, traps and dangers! I’m supposed to see things coming and anticipate any threat and to be fast and strong enough to face them to help my family to protect themself, to protect them! But too many times I’m taken short and end up need to be saved! Even when the Kraangs attacked, I got caugh and used as a living batery before I could warn the others and I was the one who needed to be saved! All this because I wasn’t fast and strong enough! And I’m supposed to be the clone of two of the most powerful monkies existing and I’m not even able to control my powers! I even get stuck in my own shadows! If I can’t do any of that! If I can’t even help to protect the ones I love... What am I? What good am I for? I’m... (sigh and curled himself) I’m really a disappointment!”

Sun Wukong: “Kid... Don’t say that about yourself! I know it can be frustrating but that doesn’t mean you’ll not manage to control your habilities! You’re young and still had a lot to learn! MK also had difficulties when he forst became my successor! Heck when I was your age I was still learning! Sure, I was a first learner but that doesn’t mean you must be one too! Everyone had their own pace and you just need to go at your own! So don’t beat yourself about it! You’re not a disappointment, no one think this of you! Not me, not Macaque not MK and the others and certainly not your family! And you know what? There’s even one thing you are WAY better at than me! A very important one!”

Sandro (Confused): “How could I be better than you in something?”

Sun Wukong (Smile sadly): “... You keep your ties with your loved ones strong!”

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helpimhyperfixating · 3 years ago

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Sneak Attack In Morioh - Jotaro x Reader

Word Count: 1767

The Speedwagon Foundation had silently snuck you into Morioh on the same boat as Mr. Joestar. The only difference was no one was awaiting your arrival. Spending the entire time in the hull, you waited and bided your time until you could silently and unnoticeably slip off board and into Morioh.

There was something going on in S-city and since Morioh was located not too far from it, you had been put on the same boat, only to travel to S-city at night.

That was the plan at least.

Slipping from the hull onto the deck, you looked over the docks, only to freeze in your steps. The one person you didn't want to encounter in your trip through Morioh was standing right there, looking out at sea.

Jotaro Kujo, your longtime friend.

You and him had been through hell and back together. First in high school, then fighting DIO, then college and other roaming Stand users; you went through it all with him. So, if he knew you were here and where you were going, he would either try to stop you, or want to come with you. Neither were a viable option at the moment. If he were to spot you, his stubbornness and persuasive abilities would certainly mean your stealth mission would end. And so you immediately brought out your Stand, manipulating the light and making yourself invisible.

You knew Jotaro knew your Stand better than anyone else. Almost as well as you did. So you knew you had to hightail it out of there before he figured out you were there, despite the fact that you were near invisible to the naked eye.

With a quick move you hopped off the boat and stayed low as you ran, making near to no noise as you got out of there, Jotaro never moving from his spot by the water.

- - - -

Running through the streets, you looked behind yourself only to barrel straight into someone.

The sudden impact caused you to lose concentration and your Stand dissipated, fading back into your body after releasing the invisibility.

"Ow." You whined childishly as you had landed harshly on your butt. Looking up, you saw a man with green hair and stylish clothing. His face held an expression of shock before it turned more serious, glaring at you - or more precisely, where your Stand had been.

Immediately getting up you looked at him with slightly widened eyes. He was most definitely a Stand user.

Taking note of his stance, you jumped into a defensive pose. And you were right to, for not even a second later, the man jumped forward.

"Heaven's Door!"

A Stand popped out from him but you were faster. Jumping backwards, you vaulted onto your hands and pushed yourself as far away as possible, summoning your Stand to send a glare of light at him and blind him so you could run away.

You had no time for this right now, if you weren't at the train station in 4 minutes you'd miss the train and have to wait until the morning for another, meaning missing your target and also being at risk of being discovered by those in Morioh. And so you booked it.

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Eight hours. That was all it took for you to complete the mission you were given. Someone had stolen important research from the Speedwagon Foundation and you were tasked with bringing it back. When you arrived at the scene, relief washed over you to see they had not been able to crack the lock of the briefcase where the information was in yet.

Getting only minimal injuries, mainly a knife cut on your arm from one of the scientists when you first took hold of the briefcase, you got out of there in record time without setting off any further alarms or causing more uproar.

All in all, a mission well done.

And now here you were, handing the briefcase over to the people of the Speedwagon Foundation on the boat.

"Thank you, Miss L/N. We are departing in about an hour."

"That's alright. I think I'm going to stay here in Morioh though, you never know when you might need an extra ally. So I'm going to stay here and help Dr. Kujo."

"Very well. Stay safe."

"You too!" You waved at the man before sprinting away from the docks.

It was now about 9AM and you figured it was about time to visit your friend. A perfect plan then came into your mind. This man had never been scared or surprised. No matter what you tried, everything failed. But now? He had no clue you were here. This time it should work! Right?

Using your Stand to turn yourself invisible again, you walked into the town, only to see the green-haired man again. He was talking to a kid with a pompadour while looking very disgusted.

Curious, you snuck closer.

"I need Mr. Kujo's phone number." Holy shit you hit the Jackpot. "I encountered a Stand user last night but she disappeared almost immediately. She has to be on the loose here somewhere." Ah, that's less fortunate.

"Why don't I phone him and we can meet up."

"Oi, Josuke!"

Two boys came running up to the pair you were observing, one of them very short while the other had scars over his face.

This was getting very busy now so you moved back a little bit. Letting them all do their thing. The one named Josuke phoned Jotaro and you saw him nod a few times before hanging up and motioning the others to follow.

Taking that as your que, you silently moved along, staying far enough away to not let any possible sound you made be noticed, but close enough that you wouldn't lose them. You didn't concern yourself with their conversation because it wasn't really your business, and if they were talking about you being enemy? Well then that would have to do for now. That misconception would hopefully be cleared up soon.

Following them for twenty minutes, you reached a hill and all the way at the top, you could already see your target waiting there.

Making sure you stayed behind the small group of boys you had been following, you hid completely from his view to make sure he really wouldn't spot you. There were very few signs how you could see where you were when invisible, but Jotaro knew them all. So, hiding was your best bet.

As you approached though, you could feel the maniacal grin growing on your face. You were on a hill. It was prime material to jump him and push him down it. Now that had to surprise him for sure, right?

Just then, they all congregated and you focused back on the here and now.

After sharing a few greetings, the green haired man got straight to the point. "Last night I encountered a Stand user. They bumped into me and I saw their Stand. When I tried to use Heaven's Door they somehow were fast enough to jump back and escape my range before blinding me and disappearing."

"They anticipated Heaven's Door?" The short one spoke up while you walked a little backwards, positioning yourself there where you could perfectly have a running start at the man in white. There was a gap between the green haired man and the one named Josuke for some reason but it provided you with a perfect path right towards your target.

"They must have. So it is safe to bet they know of our abilities. And now they're just roaming around, somewhere out there."

"Rohan." Jotaro interjected and you quickly got in a stance, ready to go. "You said they blinded you and disappeared? How?"

Knowing that if you didn't hurry you'd be exposed, you ran.

"Indeed. There was a glare of light and-" Whatever Rohan was about to say was interrupted when Jotaro suddenly flew backwards, the exact Stand user they had been talking about appearing out of thin air, having tackled the marine biologist.

Jotaro let out a noise of surprise, summoning Star Platinum and using the World mid-air before looking down to see you, a giddy yet evil grin on your face.

The utter surprise at seeing you actually here caused him to have no time left to do anything else so when time started moving again, he just fell down, making contact with the hill as he started rolling down it together with you.

"Mr. Jotaro!"

"Mr. Kujo!"

"Ah!"

Several shouts of surprise rang out as the two of you barrelled down the hill but you quickly came to a stop, you on top of Jotaro and laughing while Jotaro was on the bottom still a little stunned.

Quickly sitting up so you were sitting on his stomach, you pumped your fists in the air, shouting. "Fucking gottem!!!"

The Duwang, who had been running down the hill to reach the two of you, stopped in their tracks, seeing such a dumb yet lighthearted display.

They were even more surprised when Star Platinum appeared and lightly pushed you to the side, causing you to face plant in the grass while Jotaro stood up, completely unharmed.

"Oi, Jotaro that was mean!" You said as you lifted your face from the grass.

"It's your own fault." Was all he said back as he dusted himself off before looking over his back at his coat and sighing loudly. "You ruined my coat."

"Hehe, sorry. But hey, admit it, I got you! Surprised to see me here?" You waggled your eyebrows.

"Consider me confounded." He deadpanned and you pouted. "Josuke, do you mind?" He turned to the pompadour kid and said kid seemed to snap out of his stupor, stepping forward and bringing out his Stand for Jotaro, never really taking his surprised eyes off of you.

You watched the Stand remove all the green grass stains from his coat and softly 'ooh'ed at it, in awe by the Stand.

"Alright, who are you?" Rohan then glared at you and you squeaked a little at the hostility in his look.

"This is Y/N L/N, an old friend of mine." Jotaro introduced you, motioning his hand to you.

Slyly smiling to yourself, you grabbed onto his hand, making him turn his head to face you and sigh, getting your meaning as he pulled you up from the ground without any visible effort.

"Friend?!" Josuke exclaimed in shock while you let go of Jotaro's hand, dusting yourself off.

"Why are you here, Y/N?"

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jjba #jjba part 4 #jojo x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #duwang #bit of an older one but still like it :)

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Plank All Over Me - 72 Questions With Vogue Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Plank All Over Me Series Masterlist

Regular Masterlist

“Hi. I’m here from Vogue. Mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there.” You flirtatiously flipped your perfectly curled hair over your shoulder and winked at the camera. “Come on in.”

You walked inside your house, and gestured for the camera man to follow. In preparation for the interview, you and Tom had gotten out every award you’d ever won and strategically placed them around the house. You smiled at the camera and rubbed your hand over your growing baby bump.

“Welcome to my crib. Sorry it’s such a mess.” You rolled your eyes and faked a laugh, knowing the house was far from being a mess. You kept walking and saw Tom in the living room, polishing on of his awards with a feather duster.

“Oh my stars.” You feigned a gasp once you spotted Tom. “Is that my husband, the critically acclaimed movie star and Lip-sync battle winner, Tom Holland? I had no idea he was home.” You winked at the camera again.

“Oh, hello.” Tom stopped dusting and posed with a smile. “Don’t mind me. I was just cleaning this.”

“Might want to give that a dusting too.” You pointed to one of your awards before sending the camera another huge smile.

“Are you guys ready to answer some questions?” The camera guy asked.

“I was born ready.” Tom concurred with a smile.

“You were a C section baby.” You reminded him. “You weren’t even born.”

“I was removed ready.” He kept the same tone in his voice.

“Where did you meet?” The camera man asked as you and Tom began to walk towards your backyard.

“We met at BBC Radio 1 while doing the Plank All Over Me challenge.” Tom answered.

“Where was your first date?”

“Cracker Barrel.” You winked at the camera as you opened your back door. Tom laughed and shook his head at your joke.

“It was not. We got milkshakes at an Ice Cream Shop in Soho.” He corrected you.

“Who made the first move?”

“Why, he did.” You touched a hand to your heart. “He found me after the planking challenge, both our arms sore and aching, and asked me out on a date. We’ve been together ever since.”

“When you did you move in together?”

“About six months into the relationship when I realized she had a bigger bathroom than me.” Tom answered as he took a seat in one of your decorative deck chairs.

“How long have you been together?”

“Since September 29, 2019 at precisely 6:33 p.m.” You responded.

“Wow. Just a year?”

“Realistically, we’ve been together for a few years, but that’s when this series was first posted.” You shrugged. Tom and the camera blinked in confusion for a few minutes as they processed what you said.

“Moving on.” The camera man cleared his throat. “Tom, how did you pick an engagement ring?”

“I went into the shop and I said “which is the least expensive because I’m trying to buy a Porsche” and that’s how she ended up with this bad boy.” Tom smirked as he held up your hand to show off your engagement ring.

“I can’t wait to tell our baby that story.” You played along as you rubbed your baby bump.

“When did you know you wanted to propose?”

“As soon as she started whining because the planking was hurting her arms, I knew she was the one.” Tom joked.

“Did you know he was going to propose?”

“Surprisingly, no.” You laughed. “It’s the one secret he’s ever kept.

“I nearly got an ulcer from trying to keep it from her.” Tom blew out a breath.

“Who planned the majority of the wedding?”

“I did.” You declared. “I had to text Tom the morning of the wedding to remind him where the venue was.”

“Did either of you cry?”

“As soon as I mentioned the yoga challenge in my vows, the whole room was sobbing.” Tom teased.

“How big was the reception?”

“Let’s just say, we had all the Avengers there.” Tom nodded.

“All the important ones, anyway.” You joked. “Mackie couldn’t make it.”

“How did you spend your honeymoon?”

“We went to Bali and didn’t see any of it.” Tom smirked, earning a playful smack on the arm from you.

“What’s been your favorite video together?”

“I loved the prank with Josh.” You answered with a smile.

“I didn’t.” Tom shook his head. “I nearly threw hands with a ginger that day. I quite liked the friendship test.”

“What video gave you the fondest memories?”

“Spill your Guts, for sure. That’s when I learned about the existence of this one.” Tom beamed as he rubbed your baby bump.

“What was your least favorite video to film?”

“We already know Tom’s answer.” You chuckled.

“Prank interview.” He stated. “To this day, I hate it.”

“Did you see yourself getting married when you first met?”

“All I saw were the nose hairs in Tom’s nostrils when we first met.” You laughed. “After all, he did plank on me for six and a half minutes.”

“I had a feeling we would.” Tom smiled shyly. “Or a hope, at least.”

You pouted at his sincerity and leaned forward to kiss him, which his happily accepted.

“Have you thought of baby names?”

“Josh.” You answered immediately and Tom groaned.

“I’m kidding.” You rolled your eyes. “I really like the name Ryan Reynolds though.”

”What are you hoping for?”

“An oscar.” Tom answered at the same time you said “A divorce.”

“You already want a divorce?” The camera man laughed.

“Oh, not a divorce from Tom.” You assured him. “I want Ryan Reynolds to divorce Blake Lively so he can marry me instead.” You explained as Tom nodded along.

“And I want to die every time she says that.” He cracked a smile.

“Let’s get back to the baby questions.” The camera man said as you began to move around the yard. “Do you know the gender?”

“We do.” Tom said deviously. “But we’re not telling.”

“Do you think the baby will be more like their mother or their father?”

“Definitely me.” You stated.

“Why are you so sure?”

“Because Tom’s not the father.” You smiled sweetly. Tom stared at the camera with an unamused expression and shook his head.

“Who’s going to be the fun parent?”

“Considering I’m the parent who can swing from buildings, I say me.” Tom boasted.

“Who’s going to teach the baby how to read?”

“I am. And after the baby learns, they can teach Tom.” You smiled as you patted Tom’s shoulder.

“Do you think the baby will like to plank?”

“If they’re anything like their mommy, no.” Tom poked fun at you.

“And if they’re anything like their daddy, they’ll grow up to play the Green Lantern.” You shot back.

“Hahahah. She’s so funny.” Tom forced a laugh at your joke.

“Do you think the baby will develop your senses of humor?”

“Wait, you have a sense of humor?” You asked Tom. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“She loves me so much, it’s crazy.” Tom deadpanned towards the camera.

“Do you want the baby to grow up to be an actor or actress like you guys?”

“I just want the baby to be happy.” Tom gave a serious answer. “Every thing else will fall into place on its own.”

“That’s a great answer. Do you think you’ll post about the baby a lot of keep them out of the spotlight for the first few years of their life?”

“I think we’ll wait until they’re at least 4 months old until we exploit them for our own financial gain.” You said and Tom nodded along.

“Have you picked out the godparents yet?”

“Hugh Jackman and Jake Gyllenhaal.” You joked. “They’re so excited. Jake said he would take the baby fishing.”

“He’s taken me fishing a few times.” Tom said as he stared off.

“How have you been preparing for the baby?”

“Well, I personally stopped sleeping, changed my whole diet, started lactating, and my pelvic bone separated in the middle so that I could push the baby out. Tom, what did you do?” You tilted your head at him.

“I bought the car seat.” Tom said proudly. “My wife picked it out, though.”

“I also drove him there.” You glared at the camera for a moment, cracking a smile after your joke.

“What are you most looking forward to after the baby is born?”

“Laying on my stomach.” You laughed as you looked down at your protruding bump.

“I also miss laying on her stomach.” Tom pouted as he rubbed the bump. “That was my favorite cuddle position.”

“Aw. I’m sorry we can’t cuddle the way you want to anymore because I’m growing your child inside my body.” You said sarcastically, making Tom laugh.

“Thank you for growing our child inside your body. I don’t say it enough.” Tom praised as he leaned in for a kiss.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him before turning to the camera man. “Anything else you want to know?”

“Actually, I have a question.” Tom stated as he looked at the camera.

“What’s that?” The camera man asked. You and Tom looked at each other and exchanged a smile before turning back the the camera.

“Are you excited to meet our baby girl?”

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agustdiv1ne · 4 years ago

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pose (m) — TEASER

♤ READ HERE ♤

pairing: choi yeonjun x reader

genre: model!yeonjun, assistant!reader, smut, angst, fluff

wc: tbd

summary: being world-famous model choi yeonjun's personal assistant wasn't easy. after six months on the job, however, you'd say that you had a pretty decent grasp on it. now, with fashion month right around the corner, it was your duty to make sure everything was in order, but of course a few things slipped through the cracks.

warnings: tbd, none here

disclaimer: i am not 100% educated about how modelling and how the fashion industry operates. if there are any discrepancies, please forgive me! i'm only trying to appreciate model yeonjun, man.

TEASER

"so i heard that he's letting you go in his jet, hm?"

your head whipped around to the source of the familiar voice, finding one of your co-workers and good friends, sihyun, with a wry smile pulling at her lips. given that she was one of yeonjun's makeup artists, you were nearly attached at the hip. you traveled everywhere together for yeonjun's schedules, after all.

you rolled your eyes as you swiveled your chair to fully face her, "don't say it like that. it's purely for business purposes. don't act like it isn't, you weirdo."

she sauntered over to the side of your desk and leaned her palms against the surface, her grin growing wider as she teased you. "you have to admit it's a little sudden, though, no matter how important this whole thing is." she brought the back of her hand up to her forehead as she dramatically sighed, "what ever will i do without my travel buddy? i'm going to be stuck in business class all alone."

"cry me a river," you deadpanned, turning back to face your laptop where a tab with things to do in new york sat open. you left in two days now, after all. you needed something to do when you weren't running around to yeonjun's shows. "you'll be just fine without me."

"rude! and no, i won't be," she pouted, but her expression cracked a mere second later. her teasing grin returned. "what if you're the main character in, like, a hallmark movie? i can see it now: cold ceo and his assistant fall in love as they spend time together on a business trip," she exclaimed with sparkles in her eyes, hands haphazardly waving about. you pretended to gag in response.

"this isn't some hallmark movie, this is reality," you playfully sneered, no real aggression in your tone. it was difficult to be genuinely annoyed with her.

she pursed her lips, her chocolate-colored eyes narrowing, "but-"

"you need to get out of your head, it's dangerous in there."

"i'll have you know-" she started before her eyes focused on something behind you, her perfectly-shaped brows raising. "oh, hello mr. choi! i was just leaving."

your shoulders tensed as she walked off, your boss' footsteps growing louder behind you. you could feel his presence looming above you, his hands coming to rest on the back of your chair.

"top ten things you should do when visiting new york city?"

you flinched at the close proximity of his voice, his warm breath caressing your ear as he spoke. you nodded stiffly, heat rushing to your face and down your neck. "yes, sir."

he hummed, reaching over your shoulder to place his hand on your mouse. his arm gently brushed against your shoulder. his face was mere centimeters from your own, but he didn't seem to notice your internal predicament as he scrolled through the article. the umber hue of his irises reflected the white of the screen, not that you were staring at him through your peripherals. you? staring at him? no way!

(yes way.)

he stood up straight again, and you finally felt like you could breathe again. "perhaps we'll be able to find free time to do some of these activities."

maybe you spoke too soon, because the oxygen in your lungs suddenly felt as heavy as lead. before you could find your words, he had walked away. you could hear the door to his office click shut.

"what the hell does he mean by 'we'?" you mumbled before you buried your head in your hands. you groaned quietly as you willed your heart to stop racing. he couldn't have meant just you and him, couldn't he?

"lord, please give me strength."

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kpop-stan23-writes · 4 years ago

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new money mingi

mingi's back 🥰🥰🥰 you can read seonghwa’s part here and san’s part here

group: ateez member: mingi feat hongjoong and jongho with seonghwa, yunho, yeosang, and wooyoung genre: fluff 🥰 word count: 1.5k warnings: none pairing: mingi x gn!reader

note: i have no idea what goes on during a photoshoot and i have no idea what exactly a photographer does 🤷🏻‍♀️

also is this even rich boi au? or just fashion mingi au?

the type of new money maker who doesn't change a bit

he's just like i have this money but i don't know what to do with it so i guess i'll just leave it in my bank account

childhood friend yunho urges him to invest it

(and then prevents mischievous wooyoung from talking mingi in investing it all on a nonsense app that everyone knows is going to flop)

(yeosang almost manages to trick mingi into signing a fake contract that would sign over like a quarter of any future earnings to him)

(but seonghwa swoops in and scolds yeosang while explaining to mingi why you don't just sign whatever your friend tells you to)

(yeosang totally doesn't just shrug and say "at least i didn't ask for half)

earns his money through fashion

bs-s his way through school not because he's a terrible student but because he much prefers the practical side of things versus the theoretical

befriends double major theory sunbae hongjoong

collaborates during finals and earns high marks and praises

when hongjoong graduates he goes into music instead of fashion

but is always there to lend an ear or an eye when mingi is working on a project

whether for school or for himself

helps mingi generate buzz by wearing his designs to the studio

which piques the interest of the musicians and singers hongjoong works with

starts off in a small studio space creating custom designs for hongjoong and his friends

but as more and more people take notice of mingi's work, his studio and business grow

eventually is able to expand into marketable clothing

which is how he meets you

you're a photographer who has worked with hongjoong before and agrees to do a photoshoot at a discount

you arrive at the studio early to set up

mingi is already there with hongjoong, who took the day off to help

hongjoong introduces you to mingi, who is tall and lanky and looks like he could be a model himself with his proportions

but he has a sweet smile and a child-like innocence that makes you want to protect him from the every-man-for-himself world he's about to dive into

you have an aura about you that puts mingi to ease immediately

he's sat in on photoshoots before, where the models and the deisngers and the photographer don't see eye to eye and it takes hours just to get one good set up because no one can agree on a vision

but you take the time to look at all the clothes and listen to what mingi has in mind

once the models arrive it's go go go

you pose the models and make suggestions on hair and makeup but you always get mingi's approval before you start snapping away on your camera

it's the quickest, most painless photoshoot mingi or hongjoong have ever witnessed

you're the last one to leave besides the two men and you give them your card again and tell them to contact you if they're ever in need of your services

as mingi's brand grows, so does his need for photoshoots

he holds onto your card and you become the only photographer he'll work with

not in a snobby, demanding way

just in that he loves your work and your work ethic and maybe he loves you a little too

you become an even bigger success as people take note of the amazing shoots and their equally amazing photographer

soon you're working nearly nonstop, and it becomes increasingly harder to book you

the first time you're unavailable for a photoshoot for mingi, he pouts about it for the longest time

hongjoong refers him to another photographer that he assures his taller friend is just as hard-working and dedicated as you

and mingi has to agree that yes, this new photographer is good

but they're not you

at first mingi tells himself he misses your work, your dedication to your craft, the effort you put into making every photoshoot your best shoot ever

but as you miss more and more of his shoots, the more he realizes he just plain misses you

your upbeat but calm energy

the cute way you furrow your brow when you're thinking

the fierce look of determination you get when you're on the verge of capturing something magical on your precious camera

the satisfied expression when you get the shot that only lasts a moment because you have more perfection to capture

your exhausted but sweet smile as you say goodbye at the end of a long but satisfying day of work, when you remind him he has your number if he ever needs your services

hongjoong is in the back shaking his head because you're clearly hinting at something more but mingi is just too oblivious to notice

finally, after months and months of being booked solid, there's a hole in your schedule

when mingi hears about this from a friend of a friend of a friend, he nearly rushes his next line, hoping he can catch you while he still can

hongjoong walks in on mingi running around his workshop like a chicken with his head cut off and demands to know what all the fuss is about

his voice half muffled because he's buried under a pile of silk, mingi yells that he needs to make sure his next line is ready asap so that you can do the photoshoot

hongjoong rolls his eyes and shouts back that you're taking a two month break because you had been run to the ground with the constant back to back shoots

mingi reappears from the mountain of silk and just says "you couldn't have told me that sooner?"

"how did i know you'd try to rush your next line?"

anyway mingi takes the two months to make sure everything is perfect before the next launch and you take the two months to catch your breath and search for someone to help you

you hire jongho, a young, fresh-outta-college photography major who has admired your work since before you got famous

he's just as dedicated and hardworking as you, and you're satisfied that he understands the importance of the care you take in every shoot you do

when mingi is ready for his next clothing launch, he thanks whatever higher power there might be that you're available

(he doesn't find out until years later that hongjoong made certain mingi was your first client after your break)

(he only pouts about it for like a day)

mingi is definitely only mildly disappointed when it's not you who steps through the door but this buff kid who hauls in all the equipment with like just his pinky

mingi definitely doesn't nearly knock over jongho as he's setting up the camera when you walk in the door

(he also completely misses the deadpan stare jongho gives him and the muttering under his breath - something about how he could bench press like ten of these walking bean stalks)

you introduce mingi to your new assistant/apprentice jongho who mingi is definitely not even slightly scared of because wow his hands look like they could crush watermelons - effortlessly

the photoshoot runs smoothly, though jongho is very tempted to flick mingi very solidly in the forehead because why can't this tall bean stalk stop staring at my boss like a creep

as everything gets packed at the end of the long but successful shoot, jongho definitely does not purposefully trip mingi so that he crashes into you

mingi turns bright red and after apologizing over and over he glares at the young photographer who just smiles and shrugs innocently

you laugh it off and assure mingi you're fine and joke that it's a good thing you didn't have a camera in your hands otherwise you would definitely be sending him the bill

"or you know maybe i would find other ways for you to pay me back" you continue while looking mingi square in the eyes

his eyes go wide and his mouth falls open in shock and you laugh gently at his absolutely astonished expression

jongho can be heard snickering in the background but mingi doesn't care because did you just--are you saying--sorry what now

you smile at him and remind him that he has your number if he's ever in need of your services before waving and heading after jongho

the next time mingi calls you and asks when you're available you tell him that you're just finishing up a shoot and can be ready in a hour if that works for him

spoiler it totally works for him

#ateez #mingi #hongjoong #jongho #feat #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #wooyoung #ateez scenarios #mingi scenarios #ateez fluff #mingi fluff #kinda rich boy au??#eh i'll tag it #rich boy au #rich boy!mingi #he's back!!!#the money series

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tuiccim · 4 years ago

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Terrigenisis (Part 5)

Pairing: Avengers X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 4852

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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That afternoon you find Steve and Bucky in the kitchen when you go to get a snack.

"Hey guys. What are you up to?" You smile at the two..

"Nothing really." Bucky says.

"Got any big plans?" You ask.

"Just planning on working on our bikes." Steve says.

"That reminds me. I was thinking the other day that I would love to do some cruising. Can I borrow one of your motorcycles?" You look at both the supersoldiers being sure to keep your expression benign.

Steve and Bucky exchange a look.

"Uhhh…"

"You see…" They spoke at the same time.

"There's kind of a, uh…"

"Code."

"Code! With motorcycles."

"Right. Ya know, rules."

"Like you don't sit on someone else's bike unless they give the okay."

"And… and… Bikes are sort of, uh…"

"Sacrosanct."

"Right! You know, like, really personal and, and…"

"It's not something you let people borrow, ya know?"

"Yeah! Not… not that we don't trust you."

"Right. Total trust, but bikes…"

You interject, "Are sacrosanct?"

"Right." They both look at you with near panic written across their faces.

You start giggling, "That was the funniest thing I have ever seen you two do. That was some vaudeville crap. FRIDAY, did you get that on record?"

"Yes, Ms. (L/N)." FRIDAY responds.

"Send the video to my phone, please." You can barely get the words out between laughs.

"Transfer complete." FRIDAY responds.

Steve and Bucky are staring at you in bewilderment. You explain, "My dad was a biker. He and his coastie buddies. I just had to see how you'd react."

“Really?” Bucky deadpans.

“Serious. They had a whole crew of weekend road warriors. All in love with their bikes.” You grin.

“And what are your plans with that video?” Steve asks.

“To keep it forever for my viewing pleasure. And maybe show Natasha and Wanda.” You smirk.

“FRIDAY,” Steve starts to say and as quickly as you can you begin to send the video to Nat and Wanda in hopes of disseminating it before whatever Steve was about to do. "Erase that video and delete it from her phone."

"Voice authorization required." As Friday speaks, you engage a firewall you programmed on your phone. Time to find out if you could compete with Tony when it comes to hacking.

"Rogers, Steven Grant." Cap looks at you with a smirk.

"Video removed from all Stark systems. Unable to access Ms. (L/N)'s phone." FRIDAY says.

"Sorry, Cap." You smirk at Steve. Carefully, you pick up your phone and, deciding your pockets are too easily accessed, you pull the collar of your shirt out and slide the phone into your bra.

"Why can't FRIDAY access your phone?" Bucky asks.

"I might have programmed a firewall onto it, ya know, just in case." You begin to slowly move towards the elevator. You are trying not to giggle as you feel your phone ding repeatedly. Wanda and Nat got the video.

Steve and Bucky exchange a look and when Steve gives a curt nod, they both advance on you. "Give me your phone." Steve says.

"Nope." You tuck tail and run, but of course you don't get far before a metal arm wraps around your waist and picks you up off the ground. You struggle for a moment but then decide to use a different tact. Bucky sets you down and takes hold of you by the upper arms. Steve stands in front of you in a full authoritative captain pose.

"Give me the phone." Steve repeats.

Straining against Bucky's grip, you push your chest out. You look up at Steve with doe eyes and say, "It's right there." Before glancing down at your chest and looking back up at him. Unfortunately, you can't hide your smirk as Steve glances from your face to your chest several times. "What's the matter, Cap? I thought you wanted my phone."

After a few more seconds of Steve's indecision, you're pulled back against Bucky and he wraps his arm around you, pinning your arms to your sides. "Steve's too much of a gentleman, Doll." Bucky says in your ear as his hand slides along your collarbone to the collar of your shirt and pauses. You look up to Bucky with eyes wide. "Don't worry. I won't take any liberties." Bucky smirks.

"You don't think putting your hand down my shirt and in my bra is a liberty? I do believe there are some strict sexual harassment guidelines for both Stark Industries and SHIELD that would beg to differ. Besides, judging from the amount of dings on my phone, Natasha and Wanda have already seen the video." You grin up at him.

"Clever little minx." Bucky grouses.

"Wanna know what they're saying?" You look at Steve.

"Let her go." Steve says in a defeated tone but he has a small smile on his face.

Bucky let's go of your arms but his hand remains at your collar. You trail a hand along his arm and slip it past his hand to retrieve your phone and open your messages. Bucky backs a few steps from you and you wink at him.

Nat: That was classic! 🤣

Wanda: They looked like they were gonna have a heart attack!😂☠️

Nat: They were stumbling over themselves to keep your hands off their 🏍️!

Wanda: They couldn't just offer to take you for a ride? They had to defend the thought of someone touching their bikes! 😂

Nat: I'm sure neither of them would mind taking her for a ride. 😜

Wanda: Nat! 😂

Nat: You know I'm right.

"They say you guys looked like you were gonna have a heart attack at the thought of someone else touching your bike." You grin, deciding to leave out the second half of the conversation.

"What else did they say?" Steve narrows his eyes at you.

"That you could have at least offered to take me on a ride." You smile as you look between the two.

"I'll take you out on my bike, Doll." Bucky smiles at you.

"It's been a while since we just took the bikes for a ride." Steve says. "We should take an afternoon to go cruising like you suggested."

"I'd love that." You clap your hands and grin looking between the two. They chuckle at your enthusiasm.

“Tomorrow afternoon?” Steve says.

“How about after training in the morning? I’ll pack a picnic.” You smile at them both.

“I’m game.” Bucky looks to Steve.

“Sounds good, sweetheart.” Steve grins at you.

“Should we invite any of the rest of the team?”

A look passes between Steve and Bucky before Bucky answers, “Nah, let’s just keep it the three of us. Clint is headed to the farm, the couples won’t mind some alone time, and Sam is headed to DC for some meetings.”

“Okay. I’ll see you guys later, then.” You head to your room. Finally, something to do besides train and missions. You can’t wait.

That evening you, Nat, and Wanda are sitting in your room, rewatching the video of Steve and Bucky and giggling. You get around to telling them about your plans with the guys the next day.

“Wait, you are going on a date with both of them?” Wanda exclaims.

“What? No! It’s not a date. We are just going out for a ride on their bikes.” You say.

“Alone? With just Steve and Bucky?” Nat says.

“Yeah. They’re my friends.” You defend.

“But you know Bucky has a thing for you.” Wanda says.

“How do we know that?” Nat looks between the two of you.

“Game night. That kiss?” Wanda says emphatically.

“It was just a kiss! It didn't mean anything." You say.

“Ohhhhh, no. Wanda is right. Bucky does have a thing for you.” Nat says.

“Oh, please, he does not. I’m the only available female living on the compound. That's the only reason you two want to pair me up with him so bad.” You roll your eyes.

“Oh, please, yourself! You’re beautiful, funny, smart! How could they not be interested?” Wanda states.

“And how can you blame us for enjoying the free entertainment. Plus I happen to know Steve has a thing for you, too.” Natasha smirks.

“No, he doesn't! Stop.” You look at Nat in horror.

“Why else would he call you Doll all the time? Don't you like Steve?” Natasha looks at you.

“I'm his friend. It's just a nickname. Of course, I do. He’s a sweetheart. I think you two are reading way too much into my friendship with them. I just, I mean, even if they were interested, I’m just me. They’re Captain frickin’ America and the Winter Soldier! Why would they ever think like that?” You put your head in your hands. It was frustrating you couldn't just tell them that Steve and Bucky are together. It would stop all of this nonsense.

Wanda laughs, “You mean they’re gorgeous, have incredible abilities, are sweet and kind and fun, right?”

“Yeah.” You say.

“She just described you. You are gorgeous, have incredible abilities, and a sweet, funny personality. You guys are perfect for each other.” Nat smirks.

“Guys, please, please stop. It's just not like that with them. We're friends and that's it. Okay?” You scoff at their knowing looks. “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Night.”

“Sleep tight.”

Their giggles trail behind you as you head to your room. As you get close to your door, you can hear Steve and Bucky in Steve’s room. You aren’t trying to eavesdrop but your hearing ability makes it difficult not to overhear conversations.

“I just don’t know if this is gonna work out, Stevie.” Bucky grouses.

"All we can do is ask. We trust her, right?" Steve says.

“Yeah.” Bucky says.

Your brows furrow at the comment and your mind runs amuck for a moment before shaking away your thoughts. You hurry past, putting your earbuds in to avoid hearing any more, and slip into your room quietly.

Training the next morning flew by in your excitement. Afterwards, you hit the shower, change into motorcycle ride appropriate gear, and go to the kitchen to put together the picnic. Bucky and Steve come in just as you are finishing packing the little cooler.

"You look great." Steve says. "The boots are a good choice."

"Thanks. You guys ready?" You can't hold in your excitement and are grinning like a fool.

"Yeah. I'll get the cooler, Doll." Bucky offers returning your smile.

When you get to the garage, Bucky sets the cooler on the back of Steve's bike much to Steve's annoyance.

"Really, Buck?" He grouses.

"I carried it down. Only fair, right?" Bucky elbows him.

"Yeah, thanks. I get a hard cooler in the back and you get the beautiful dame." Steve throws an elbow back at Bucky and then stiffens, turning to look at you.

You laugh and wink at him. "Tell ya what, I'll ride back with you and Bucky can have the empty cooler." You look at Bucky, "Only fair, right?"

"Right, Doll." Bucky chuckles. He hands you a helmet and you climb on the bike behind him. You'd be lying if you didn't admit that your body reacted to the closeness of his, the intimacy of holding on to him, and the vibrations of the bike. You cruise out and the wind whips around you.

Steve and Bucky speed ahead of each other alternatively. You hear Bucky laughing. You grin over at Steve who is laughing at their escapades. He looks so happy and carefree as you head into the middle of nowhere. You rarely see any other cars and the scenery is beautiful as you speed down winding roads.

“This is great!” You hollar over the rumble of the engine. Bucky revs in response and you squeal. You can feel Bucky’s body rumbling with laughter. You wish you could see his face.

Nearly an hour and a half later, Steve slows and veers into the woods with Bucky close behind. They slow down and you can’t tell if they are following a path or not. They are carefully weaving through trees and undergrowth until you reach a small clearing under a huge oak tree.

Steve stops and turns to you and Bucky, “What do you think? Good for a picnic?”

“I think it’s perfect!” You say, already getting off the bike. The guys grin at each other and turn their bikes off. Steve retrieves the cooler and Bucky pulls a blanket out of his saddlebag. You spread the blanket under the branches of the oak tree and pull all the food out.

“This looks delicious.” Steve says as he tucks into one of the hearty sandwiches you had made him. Fruit, cheese, crackers, hummus, and some bottles of water and soda round out the menu.

“Hopefully, it tastes delicious, too.” You laugh and Steve nods while chewing.

Bucky looks over at you after swallowing his bite of sandwich, “Thanks for making the food. It is delicious.”

He mugs a face at Steve and you giggle as Steve says, “Jerk.”

“Punk.” Bucky replies.

“Goofballs.” You pipe in. They both snap their heads to you and you shrink into yourself a little feeling like you’d interfered in their playful banter. “Sorry.”

“Goofballs? That’s the best you can do?” Bucky throws a grape at you.

“Asshats.” You throw the grape back.

“Ohhh! Okay, that’s better.” Bucky laughs. Steve grins and shakes his head.

“What was it like growing up in the Coast Guard?” Steve asks.

“A lot of moving. My dad was stationed in Mobile, Alabama when I was born until I was 4, then Boston until second grade, Northern California for 4 years, Alaska for two, back to Mobile through high school. My dad was sent back to California then and I went to college in Louisiana. It was interesting because I got to live in different places with different cultures. It’s hard with friends. I still have my best friend from high school I keep in touch with. Most of the others faded away. My dad was great. He did everything he could to be a good dad.” You shrug. “What was it like growing up when you did?”

“Way different.” Steve laughs.

“You don’t have to put newspaper in your shoes anymore.” Bucky chuckles.

“No Penicillin. Food wasn’t as good. Fewer people you were connected with but closer connections.” Steve says.

“Yeah.” You say quietly, staring off.

“Hey, doll, where’d you go?” Bucky says.

“Sorry.” You give a small smile. “Just, connections are hard. Especially when you don’t stay in one place for very long. I thought that part of my life was over and, here I am, right back in it.”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” Steve says.

“I moved so much as a kid. Lost friends and nowhere was really ever home. And then I thought it was over. Charlie and I built a life and made a home. And then… terrigenesis. And I’m in SHIELD and it starts all over again. Two months to close out my old life with an agent constantly looking over my shoulder cause I can’t go back, six months of bureaucracy and evaluations and therapy, six months with one team, then I get moved to the Avengers team, and I guess in some ways I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. When am I gonna have to move again? Will I ever have a home again? Like I said before, limbo sucks.”

“You’re not going anywhere, doll. You’re stuck with us.” Bucky smiles sweetly at you.

“Bucky’s right, sweetheart. You’re an Avenger. This is your team now. Your family.” Steve says.

“Thanks. I hope you’re right.” You look between them before leaning back on your elbows and looking up at the branches of the oak tree. “This tree is amazing.”

“Beautiful.” Steve says, but when you look at him he’s looking at you not the tree. You mug a face at him. Looking back up at the branches you make a quick decision and begin unzipping your boots. You pull them and your socks off before walking under one of the lower branches.

“Steve, give me a boost.” You turn to him and say.

“You’re gonna climb the tree?” Steve asks as he gets up and walks over.

“Yup.” You put your hands on his shoulders as he cups his hands for you to step up. You grab the branch and pull yourself up to it. You climb as far up as you can safely reach and looking down you can barely see Bucky or Steve who are staring up at you.

You hear Bucky say, “I’m gonna take a walk.”

“She’ll be fine, Buck.” Steve tells him.

“Yeah.” Bucky keeps walking and you feel bad knowing he must hate heights from his past accident. You hadn’t thought about it before deciding to climb. You had just wanted the free feeling of being up high and maybe a minute to yourself. Your feelings were confusing you. Both Bucky and Steve treated you with respect and sweetness. It would be easy to fall for one of them and you reminded yourself often to not let your heart get ahead of your head. You take a few more moments sitting on the branch taking in the view and the freedom before moving back down. As you lower yourself from the bottom branch, you feel strong hands grip your waist. You let go and are gently lowered down.

“Have fun?” Steve asks, smiling down at you.

“Yeah.” You smile back at him. He lifts a hand to your cheek and lowers his face closer to yours. “Steve!” You put your hand over his. “What are you doing?"

"I was trying to kiss you." He smiles at you.

"What about Bucky?" You ask.

Steve's brow furrows, "What do you mean?"

“I… I mean, I know about you and Bucky. Why would you try to kiss me?” You say.

“How do you know about me and Buck?” He asks.

You give him a look. “I didn’t mean to overhear. But I can’t help it sometimes. I can’t keep headphones or earplugs in all the time.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, calmly.

“I assumed you’d tell me when you were ready.” You shrug. “I didn’t want to force you into telling me something you weren’t ready to. Steve. Why did you try to kiss me?”

“Because he has feelings for you. We both do.” Bucky surprises you. You hadn’t heard him approach.

“What?” You look at him confused.

“Let’s sit down, sweetheart. We want to talk to you about something.” Steve takes your hand and leads you back to the blanket. You sit down and put your socks and boots back on as Steve begins to explain. “You know our story. We were separated for 70 years and came out of it having lost pretty much everyone we ever cared about. We’re all we have left of our old life and…”

“And we don’t want to live separately.” Bucky picks up when Steve flounders. “We love each other and want to live our lives together. And when we realized we were both attracted to you. We hoped that you might be willing to be with us. Both of us.”

“Both… both of you?” You look between them.

“Yes.” Steve fidgets nervously.

“Like, as a beard?” You ask.

“No! Never. Like, as our girlfriend.” Bucky says.

“Girlfriend?” You say as you are trying to wrap your mind around this unexpected development. “As in a polyamorous relationship?”

“Right.” Steve says.

“How, how would it work?” You are intrigued by the idea. Immensely, if you are honest with yourself. You had felt attraction and emotion for both of them and felt like there was something there with each of them but this wasn’t how you expected this to turn out.

“We would all be together. As equals. You’d be our girlfriend and we’d be your boyfriends.” Steve says.

You nod slowly, “And you both want me?”

Bucky and Steve look at each other for a moment and smile. “Yes.��

“You haven’t noticed us flirting with you like crazy?” Bucky smirks.

“I thought you were just being goofy with me. I mean, I thought you two were together and had no interest in me. Not like that.”

“Do you have more questions?” Steve asks.

“How, um, physical is your relationship?” You feel a bit like a creep for asking, but it would inform how things would work.

“Fairly physical.” Steve says.

“So, how would sex work?” You ask.

A lightning quick look passes between them. Bucky grins, “Pleasurably.”

“Hopefully so, but what I mean is, will it be all three of us all the time?” You bite your lip.

“Yes. Unless one of us is on mission or away. It has to work every way for it to work, I think.” Steve says.

“Say, you’re gone to a meeting and Bucky and I… ? Will that create tension, jealousy, anger?”

“Will it if it’s Bucky and I, while you are gone?” Steve turns the question around on you.

A corner of your mouth goes up as you picture walking into the two cuddled up post-coital. You only feel caring when you consider your feelings and theirs. “I don’t think so. What about the team? Would we keep this a secret?”

“I’d like to keep it quiet until we’re sure if this will work out. I don’t want to cause tension in the team and it’s not the most conventional relationship. I think it would be a good idea for them to know you and Bucky are together. We'll work up to the rest.” Steve replies.

"Is that what you want?" You look to Bucky.

"It's absolutely what I want. As long as it's with the two of you." Bucky says.

“Have you been in a relationship like this before?” You ask.

“No. This would be a first for us. We’ve both dated, but not since we decided that this is the way we wanted our relationship to be.” Steve says.

"Are you sure you want me? I mean, why? Why me? Is it just that you're both attracted to me physically?" You ask.

"You're beautiful. There's no denying that, Doll." Bucky hooks some of your hair behind your ear. "But you're also smart and funny and loving. When Steve and I talked about this we knew that even if you turned us down you wouldn't judge us. Wouldn't spread it around for amusement."

"We knew we could trust you. That's not easy. And you're amazing. Gracious. I don't know how anyone wouldn't want you." Steve says while taking your hand.

"So, is that a yes? Or a maybe?" Bucky asks, taking your other hand.

“Or you’ll think about it?” Steve’s looks at you with concern.

You look between the both of them, knowing there was only one answer. You pull their hands together so that you are holding their hands between both of yours. "If any of us are ever hurt by the others, we talk about it together. If one of us wants out, we talk about it together. Open communication, always. If you can both agree to that, then… then it's a yes."

"I can agree to that." Steve says, adding his other hand to the top of yours.

"Agreed." Bucky places his hand on top of Steve's.

"Then it's a yes." You smile at them.

"Does that mean I can kiss you now?" Steve asks.

"Hmm…" You smile and bite your lip before answering, "Yeah." You say grinning. Steve leans in and plants a gentle, sweet kiss on your lips. You smile once you separate and then turn to Bucky. "Does that mean I can kiss you now?" You say to him.

"Hell, yeah." He says as he pulls you close. His kiss is firm but still sweet.

"And one last kiss to seal the pact." You look between the two of them. They grin at each other and lean in for a kiss. You smile at them as they part and look at you. "Okay. Well, I still want to finish our ride and we have several hours of daylight left."

You pack up all traces of your picnic and Steve places the cooler on the back of Bucky's bike with a smirk. Bucky growls at him but doesn't protest.

"Did you just growl?" You grin up at Bucky.

"He's robbing me of the pleasure of having you against me." Bucky chuckles. You reach up and pull him down for a kiss, opening your mouth to invite his tongue in, which he takes full advantage of as he presses you to him. After a minute, you pull away. "Hope that makes up for it just a little bit." You smirk at him as you get on the bike behind Steve.

"That was hot." Steve says as he starts up his bike.

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze. "Don't worry. There's more where that came from." You laugh.

"God, I hope so." You hear Bucky say.

You're still giggling as you jounce back towards the main road. The guys weave around each other, rev their engines, and you exchange grins with Bucky and an occasional comment with Steve. Almost two hours later, Steve pulls into a gas station. He parks the bike next to the pump and you get off the bike and stretch. “I’m going to find the ladies room.”

“Okay.” He smiles as he watches you walk away.

“You staring hard enough at her ass?” Bucky quips from behind.

“You weren’t doing the exact same thing?” Steve smirks.

“Maybe.” Bucky chuckles as he pumps gas.

Steve finishes pumping his gas, “Hey Buck, you want a drink or anything?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Bucky says. As soon as Steve disappears into the store, Bucky takes the cooler from his bike and moves it to Steve’s.

He turns when he hears you bark out a laugh. “That was slick, Bucky.”

“Thanks, doll. It’s my turn again, right? Only fair.” He grins.

“Bucky!” You both turn to see Steve’s scowl. “Really?” He hands you and Bucky both a drink.

“Thank you.” You say to Steve. You pull him to you and slide your arms around his neck. He takes no preamble and kisses you deeply. He leaves you nearly breathless by the time he pulls back.

“Worth it.” Steve says as he grins at Bucky.

You giggle and swat his butt as he walks back to his bike. “Time to head back?” You ask as you climb on Bucky’s bike behind him.

Steve and Bucky exchange looks. “A little further.” Bucky says.

“Yeah.” Steve agrees and starts his bike up.

About 45 minutes later, they turn off onto a small side road, and then onto a long gravel drive. They pull up to a cabin surrounded by woods with a creek running to the west of it. They switch their engines off before turning to each other and then to you. You feel butterflies begin in your stomach, “Who’s cabin is this?” You ask as you get off Bucky’s bike.

“It’s one of Tony’s many properties.” Steve says.

You begin to tremble. Not out of fear but nervousness. You knew from your conversation earlier today that sex was inevitable, but looking at the cabin behind Steve you understood the expectation. You weren’t sure if you were quite ready for that step. “Uh-huh. And what are we doing here?”

“I guess that depends on you, sweetheart.” Steve looks at you nervously.

You wrap your arms around yourself and look at Bucky with a raised eyebrow wanting his input. He takes in your demeanor and immediately feels empathy for your discomfort. “Nothing you don’t want to do, doll. We can stay the night here doing whatever you are comfortable with or turn around and go back. No pressure. No expectations.”

“I’m pretty sure something like this always comes with expectations.” You say looking between the two.

“There might be some hope but no expectations. Promise.” Steve puts his hands on your waist and looks at you earnestly. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want.”

You run through your thoughts for a minute looking into Steve’s eyes and then smile, “Seal it with a kiss.” Steve grins as he pulls you in for a kiss. Once he lets you go you face Bucky and look at him expectantly. He smiles and kisses you, too.

“I like the idea behind this.” You look at the cabin.

“What do you mean? Steve says.

“Having our first night together alone. Without prying eyes and ears. Outside the compound. It feels like a lot less pressure.” You smile.

“I was worried it might scare you.” Bucky says. “Taking you to the middle of nowhere without telling you. We’re serious. No pressure.”

“I’m not scared. I could never be scared of either of you. Just nervous.” You say. “Now, show me this cabin.”

Steve enters the code on the lock and holds open the door to the well appointed cabin for you.

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