#“uhh. mafia town??”

[missmiseryguts]

@ashfluffys you inspired me to make more outfits you WIIITCH

Id make more but I wanna save 2 for the movie outfits... Mu detective outfit coming to cinemas near you LMAOOO

THE MAGICAL GIRL ONE WAS FOR FUN BUT I KOVE IF SM HELP

[maislovebot]

I just threw out the love of my dreams

Chuuya x reader

This one won the pole! So here it is, expect that Aku and Atsu threesome soon, don’t worry:3

Contains: afab reader, they/them prns, makeup sex, Chuuya spoils you after an argument, porn with plot, but the plot is just buildup for smut, foreplay, Chuuya calls reader pretty + darling + doll, face sitting/riding/oral (reader receiving), slight hair pulling, overstim, brief dry humping, Chuuya’s needy and vocal, squirting, creampie & belly bulge BUT I don’t explicitly mention either of them, reader is wearing a dress, proofread, aftercare

Chuuya considered himself an angry person. Things can easily tick him off, but he’s learned how to manage his anger pretty well when it comes to you. He would shut his lips whenever he felt like making a snide remark because he had a particularly bad day, and whenever things did slip, he’d apologize right afterwards.

This, however, was not one of those times.

He wasn’t even mad at you, you were just..there, and you wouldn’t stop asking him how his day was. He was really mad at Dazai, who he had happened to run into in town, and Dazai just wouldn’t leave Chuuya alone. He wouldn’t quit teasing him about his height, ‘ugly’ hats, and so on. It was mainly just light teasing though, so he decided to be the bigger person and just grumble and walk away. It clearly left Dazai dumbfounded, as he had never met a Chuuya who turned the other cheek. It stunned him, and that did uplift Chuuya’s mood a little. That was until Ougai interrupted his wonderful shopping and forced him into a mission, when he was off the clock. Ougai was claiming that times have been tight, and he needs more help than usual, but considering the type of person Ougai is, Chuuya was suspicious that the boss was just giving him more work because he knew Chuuya was in a long term relationship, and he wanted to make life as hard on Chuuya as physically possible.

The mission in of itself was fairly simple, trick some cops into thinking that the Port Mafia had absolutely nothing to do with a case (they had everything to do with the case), and considering how good of an actor Chuuya is, he was the prime candidate.

Many cops are corrupt and just want to close a case as soon as possible, so Chuuya assumed he wouldn’t need to put on a very convincing performance, but he was gravely mistaken by a certain cop. She was extremely observant, and clearly well respected in her profession. She wanted to do this thing called ‘actually getting to the bottom of the case’, and while that is a respectful ideology, it made his work so much harder than it had to be.

All that Chuuya really wanted to do was go home to you, have sex, hang out, and go to bed. But clearly he was going to have to push that schedule back.

He ultimately managed to get the cop to believe him, and he went on with his day. Briefly reporting to the boss, and going home on his motorcycle. He was just dreaming about going home and holding you close after such a long day, but he fucked that all up.

It really wasn’t your fault, but he couldn’t help but get annoyed.

“Chuu, how was it? How’d shopping go?”

You were met with silence. You assumed he didn’t hear you.

“Uhh..Chuuuyaaa how was your day?”

Chuuya grumbled, not really saying anything. Keep it in, he thought to himself. It isn’t their fault. You heard his grumble, tilting your head, attempting to grab Chuuya’s hand as he walked to your joint bedroom.

“Chuuya? What’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Leave me alone..”

“Why?”

Chuuya took a deep breath in, “please. Just leave me. the fuck. alone. I don’t wanna talk about it.”He raised his voice. “You’re being so annoying right now.”

He never did that. He’d leave a snide remark here and there, sure, but it was always apologized for pretty much the second it left his mouth.

You pulled your hand away, freezing for a few moments. You waited for an apology. He always gave you an apology.

He didn’t apologize.

You shook your head, coming back to your senses. Chuuya noticed you grabbing some shoes and a coat, then your keys. What Chuuya had done finally settled in his mind, and he grabbed your wrist. He was sufficiently stronger than you, so he did manage to hold you in place, until you jerked your arm away and headed towards the door of the lovely penthouse you two were staying in.

“Doll, I’m sorry—I don’t know why I said that!”

You kept quiet. You could feel tears bubbling at your eyes, making it hard to see as you fidgeted with your keys to find the one to the front door. You finally did, walking outside and to the elevator that took you downstairs. Chuuya followed you out, trying to convince you to talk it out. You two rarely argued, but when you did you always had a problem with running away instead of talking it out. Chuuya tried to understand it from your perspective. You shut the elevator doors on him, effectively shutting him out. Considering his powers, he could probably do something to mess with the elevator doors and make them come back up, but Chuuya didn’t want to force you to be around him when you clearly wanted space. He instead shamefully walked back to the front door, walking in and leaning against the door as he broke into a cold sweat.

He really just did that.

Chuuya looked next to him, and noticed your phone sitting on the side table next to the front door. He had no way of contacting you either.

You needed space, you’d come back in a few hours. He knew you would.

10:24 pm. It was 10:24 pm and there was still no sign of you. Every time he heard a car passing by he’d jump up and check the window to see if it was you, and it never was. He was seriously worried, after all, you had no phone and he had no other way of figuring out where you were or if you were in trouble. To make things worse, he knew you didn’t tell anyone where you were going. You never did. Anytime you were upset you were gone before anyone could even ask where you were going, and it was really biting him in the ass.

He wanted to give you space, but he was seriously worried, so he decided to get onto his motorcycle and bring his extra helmet with him. He didn’t know where you were going, but he had a pretty good idea.

You really fucked up. You would always go places without telling anyone, especially when you were sad, and now you were seriously regretting it. You had realized you’d forgotten your phone a while ago, and you had driven to a dirt road in the woods, one you always went to when you were bored, or upset, or honestly just because you could. You ultimately came here because you wanted to get away from everyone for a little bit, only to realize you were completely out of gas and parking on the side of the road. You had absolutely zero gas left anywhere.

You would consider walking down the road until you found somewhere to go, but it was currently dark out and you knew it would be rash to walk in the middle of the woods in a short dress with no phone or car, or even a map. If only you’d just stayed home.

Your car door was locked tight, scared of what might happen if it wasn’t. You simply sat in the drivers side, sort of dumbfounded. What the hell were you gonna do? You took a deep breath in, okay, to start, let’s move to the back seat and lay down so no one sees you in the car. Then, sit and wait till someone gets you?

‘God I really dug your own grave with this one,” was all you could think. Your own mistake bounced around your head on repeat, regret filling your veins

You couldn’t help but think of Chuuya. You missed him so badly, and even if you were still a little hurt by his outburst, you would kill to just be home with him again. You couldn’t help but think of what you’d do with Chuuya once you got home. You’d hold him close, cradle his face, kiss him and feel him up.

You were distracted from your thoughts from hearing a motorcycle driving up behind you, and you couldn’t help but perk up praying it was Chuuya. You expected it to be a pipe dream, but you noticed the motorcycle slowing down, and it was definitely his. He parked it in front of your car, before walking back and you scrambled to the front seat to unlock the doors. He opened the door and placed his helmet in the back seat, barely having enough time to move his hands back before you moved yourself over the center console and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I was so scared I was gonna have to stay the night here..”

“I’d never let that happen.”

“How did you find me anyways?”

“I remember you saying something or other about this mountain being a nice place to relax. It was just a lucky guess.”

Chuuya couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you nestled your face in his jacket, and he raked his hands through your hair. He held your head in place to help calm you down.

“Listen..I’m so sorry for what I said..it was an asshole move.” Chuuya grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back, kissing you on the cheek quickly before pulling away.

“It’s fine..just don’t do it again.” You said, looking away from him.

“Is that it?” Chuuya questioned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well..I caused all this, why forgive me right away?”

You shook your head.

“What, do you expect me to ask you to get on your knees and grovel at my feet?” You poked his cheek and looked at him with a grin.

“Well, no but..”

“Listen, Chuuya, you apologized, and that’s enough. Just make an effort to not do it again.”

Chuuya nodded, before getting a sly expression.

“Well..I should still try and say sorry for what I did, right? Should I spoil you once we get home?” Chuuya’s question had undeniable flirty undertones, and you couldn’t help but heat up at his insinuation.

“Well? Should l?”

You looked right at Chuuya.

“Of course you can. But..” you trailed off.

“What is it?”

You looked at Chuuya with a dumb look. How does he not know?

“Well my car is out of gas and I don’t really wanna leave it here overnight..”

Chuuya giggled, looking overly confident. What bullshit was he gonna stir up now?

“I think you’ve forgotten I can control gravity.”

You laughed at what he was insinuating and how proud he looked at his rebuttal.

“Alright but you better not drop my car!”

Chuuya nodded, chuckling and leading you to his motorcycle.

Luckily, Chuuya didn’t drop your car. You honestly didn’t know how he managed to hide it from everyone and drive his motorcycle at the same time, but he is a man of many talents.

Once you and Chuuya arrived at your shared penthouse, he entered the elevator and picked you up bridal style and carried you inside of your house, and once you entered the door you pushed Chuuya up against the door. Chuuya looked taken aback at your bold move, but he quickly melted into the kiss and let you wrap your arms around his waist. As much as Chuuya loved how you pressed him against the door and yourself against him, he wanted to pamper you today, and he couldn’t really do that like this. He gripped your arms and spun until you were pressed against the door instead, and he leaned back in to keep kissing your lips. He pressed his knee into your crotch while trailing down to kiss you on your neck, and settling atop your chest, kissing and licking your exposed skin.

Chuuya kept one hand on the side of your head and the other slowly crept up your shirt, until he made contact with your bra and reached behind your back to undo the bra strap. Once your bra was undone, he brought both of his hands down to lift your shirt up and over your frame. He was still kissing you, running his hands over your chest and pulling and twisting over your nipples. You gently moaned into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. The new position gave Chuuya more power, so he relentlessly pressed you into the wall and kissed you even deeper, reaching his hand down into your shorts to rub short circles into your clit.

You moaned louder into his mouth, and Chuuya finally decided that was enough and carried you over to the bed and sat down on it with your legs still wrapped around him. He moaned at the way you tugged on his hair when he gently bit down on your nipple.

Chuuya removed your shorts and underwear by hooking his finger on them, adoring the way you kicked them off of your legs. You reached down to unbutton his vest, and he sat up to pull his jacket and vest off in one go. He reached up and unbuttoned his white button up shirt, letting it sit on him like a jacket.

Chuuya laid back, gripping your ass and trying to push you up.

“You wanna sit on my face?”

Your eyes widened, before turning away embarrassed.

“What’s the hold up?” Chuuya asked.

“Well it’s a little embarrassing,”

“It’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

You swallowed thickly, “and every time it’s embarrassing.”

Chuuya smiled, rubbing circles into your thighs to calm you down.

“You’re so pretty, especially when your pretty cunt is all over my face.”

You would’ve been more worrisome, but ever since you got home you’d been desperate. Chuuya was so good with his tongue, you couldn’t help but fantasize and subconsciously lift yourself up and over his face.

“There you go,” Chuuya praised.

You hovered over Chuuya’s face, and Chuuya was running out of patience. He gripped your thighs to bring you closer to him, and once his tongue made contact with your cunt you saw stars. You shamelessly ground yourself onto his tongue, as Chuuya guided you back and forth on his face, rocking you back and forth. Chuuya loved the small moans that left your mouth.

“Mmnn..Chuu..”

“Hm?” Chuuya hummed from under you.

“Feels good..” you mumbled; Chuuya chuckled. He kept licking your clit to the best of his abilities, proving to be slightly difficult as you rocked yourself against his face. Chuuya loved your desperacy, but he wanted to please you himself. He felt awful about what he said to you earlier, and all he wanted was to was fuck you so good all the crying and negative thoughts swirling through your head from his unkind words would be completely forgotten, and instead replaced with pleasure. He gripped your thighs tight enough to keep you in place, using the opportunity to swirl his tongue around your clit. He loved how your thighs tightened around his head.

Chuuya was practically drooling at the taste of your cunt, small amounts of saliva dribbling around the corner of his mouth. He licked a stripe up your cunt, moaning at your taste.

“So good..” Chuuya mumbled, voice muffled by your thighs.

Chuuya reached his tongue up to your hole, licking around it before slowly pushing his tongue inside. You jumped at his actions, grinding your cunt onto his face. You feared you may hurt him if you kept at it, but the feeling was so addicting you couldn’t stop.

Chuuya’s tongue was as deep inside you as it could go, thrusting his tongue desperately. You tasted amazing, your sensitivity was alluring, you looked amazing above him.

How had he ever said those terrible things to you?

You grinding yourself into Chuuya’s mouth eventually evolved into you just riding his face. His nose swirled your clit as you humped on him, and your legs started shaking even more as you gripped the bedsheets and Chuuya’s hair. Chuuya was barely even moving his mouth at this point, as you were doing most of the work for yourself. Chuuya wanted to do all of the work, but he let it slide because he could tell how good it felt.

“Chuuya, ‘m cumming!” You yelped out. Chuuya couldn’t help but reach his hand down to touch his raging hard on. He rubbed on it, causing small whimpers to leave his mouth, the vibrations sending you over the edge and making you cum with a cry. Your cum dripped down onto his face, and he had no shame in licking it up. Still leaning over his face, he would lick your sensitive cunt while cleaning up your cum, and he would always twitch at your overstimulated cries. He couldn’t help it anymore, he shamelessly began to tug his pants down while you were still lingering above him and catching your breath. He tugged his pants and boxers down until there was just enough room for his cock, and he began pumping himself desperately.

“You taste so good..I can’t help it..” he said. His voice had a tinge of regret in it, and you could tell he was sitting in shame from what he said to you.

You lifted yourself off of Chuuya on shaky thighs, and Chuuya gripped your thighs to help you gently lift yourself off of him. You fell to Chuuya’s side, lifting yourself to lay your face next to him. You rested your hand in his hair, ruffling it.

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole earlier.” Chuuya grumbled, not towards you but himself. He still couldn’t get over how dumb he was. What was the point in insulting you? Why did he say those things? Why would he ever say anything to hurt you when you’ve never shown him anything but kindness? You’re so patient with him, he can’t even imagine why he would ever hurt you, even if it was a fit of anger.

“Don’t freak out, Chuuya. It’s fine now. I know you’re sorry.”

“Even if you forgive me, let me treat you good. Make you forget all those things I said.” Chuuya said as he turned over to you and leaned above you, towering over you with his hands on either side of your face. Chuuya currently had his pants and boxers pulled down to his mid thigh, and you giggled when his legs faltered from above you because of the lack of space. Chuuya noticed this and reddened a little bit, pulling his pants the rest of the way down. With this he took his white button up off the rest of the way, leaving himself completely naked. He straddled your hips so he could lean down and kiss and nibble on your neck, and you giggled as he prodded into your thigh.

Chuuya brought his hand down to rub circles on your clit, and you jumped at the overstimulation. He ground himself against your leg as he slowly pushed two of his fingers past your tight hole. Pulling his fingers apart to scissor and stretch you out as preparation. You felt dizzy, partially from crying in your car earlier but also from his actions. He slowly pushed a third finger inside, and you groaned at the stretch. The burn was slight, but you couldn’t even think about that as you thrust your hips up and down on his hand. His fingers were so nice. They were pretty and long and had little scars spread sporadically across them from what you presumed were past battles, leaving some spots white in comparison to the rest of his skin.

He leaned down, his chest flush with yours as he panted into your neck. He would occasionally suck on the side of your neck until it turned purple, keeping a firm grip on your hair in the process. Chuuya’s cock was throbbing, and he couldn’t help himself from grinding himself down on your thigh here and there.

“Pretty..”

Chuuya has decided that he had stretched you out plenty, so he slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean as you stared at him in awe. Chuuya lifted himself from your thigh, twitching at the warm feeling of your pussy as he slowly pushed himself inside. He only had the tip, but it was more than enough for him to whimper slightly. He wasn’t typically this sensitive, but after everything that happened today, he was pitifully needy. He needed to feel you around him and taste you on his tongue, and so much more. He had to make up for everything he did.

Chuuya slowly pushed himself past your tight entrance, throwing his head back as you clenched around him. It was strange to see him so needy, but it certainly wasn’t bad. It was foreign but comfortable despite it. He finally reached the hilt, and he almost immediately started pulsing and twitching inside of you. Chuuya sat there for a few moments, waiting for you to adjust, before you whined and started thrusting your hips yourself.

“Please move..Chuuya..”

Chuuya wanted to let you get comfortable, but you clearly had other plans, and who was he to deny you what you wanted? Tonight was all about you. Chuuya gripped your hips, holding you in place.

“Let me do all the work, darling.”

Chuuya slowly pulled out to the tip, snapping his hips back in place. You yelped, moving your hands up to hold his shoulders to get some sense of stability, but you ended up digging your nails into his shoulders to help ground yourself. Chuuya could feel the sting as his shoulders turned white where your nails were, but he loved it. The sting felt so good, almost deserved. Even if you didn’t do it with any malicious intent, or do it for some revenge plan, it helped him to feel somewhat even with you. Not to mention, it just felt really good.

Chuuya kept thrusting into you relentlessly. After getting some semblance of self control, he started aiming himself towards your g-spot, which he knew by heart. He knew exactly where it was and how you liked to have it touched, and once he quickly found it, he started targeting that spot without stopping. It was, for lack of a better word, overstimulating. You pulled Chuuya down towards your face, wanting to hold him close. You removed one of his hands from your hips and entangled it with your fingers, holding his hand as it rested next to your head. Chuuya loved the feeling, moving his other hand from your hip as well. He held your hands above your head, leaving you to arch your back up into him. You reached your head up just enough to make contact with his lips, and he pushed your head down into the mattress, kissing you deeply. His tongue danced along yours.

He moved his lips to barely hover over yours, moving his dominant hand down to press on your stomach.

“You like that, pretty? Like how deep you can feel me?”

You whimpered and nodded your head, moving your now free hand to tangle in his hair. Chuuya trailed his hand down to brush over your stomach and eventually your clit, rubbing circles on it. You cried into Chuuya’s mouth, the sound muffled. You moved your hand down to his back, holding him in place.

“Keep going, ‘m close..”

Chuuya kept his pace, his legs never faltering. He rubbed circles on your clit with excellency. You always wondered how he had gotten so experienced despite his lack of free time. You kept holding Chuuya in place, pulling him to lay flush with your stomach. His lips still lingered over yours, and you tightened around him and came with a loud moan. What you didn’t realize, however, was that you had squirted, drenching his entire lower abdomen in your cum. Chuuya’s eyes widened at this. Chuuya lifted himself up and looked down to where your bodies met. He smirked at the sight, and when he looked up and saw your embarrassed face he grinned, kissing your temple.

Chuuya could feel himself twitching inside of you. He was right on the edge. He was so close, and it was making him feel emotional.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I called you annoying.”

Chuuya was teetering so close to the edge, and the way you held him close only made it worse. He was feeling so many conflicted emotions, he couldn’t help it.

“I don’t know why I told you to leave me alone, I don’t know what I’d do if you really did.” Chuuya cut himself off, rubbing circles on your clit again. Overstimulated, you shut your eyes and dug them into his neck.

“You being gone for just a few hours was driving me crazy.”

You pulled your head away and brought your hand up to play with Chuuya’s hair.

“It’s alright, Chuu. I know you’re sorry. You don’t have to be mad at yourself forever.” You brushed your fingers through Chuuya’s hair, curling his hair around your finger in a perfect manner. “I’m not even mad at you anymore.” As you spoke, Chuuya was slowing down his movements and he came. You forgave him, and he could rest easy. The confirmation slowed his heart rate down, his body slowing down as well before eventually leading to a halt. He kissed your collarbones and nipples before pulling out of you. Chuuya flipped your positions so you could rest above him, burying your face in his neck as your legs intertwined. Chuuya smiled when you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He rubbed gentle circles on your hips to help soothe what he could only assume was sore, before lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

“You did so good for me,” Chuuya whispered right in your ear as he carried you, placing you inside the bathtub.

“‘M sorry..” Chuuya mumbled yet again, clearly a little ashamed.

You didn’t respond, instead gripping his arm to pull him into the bath with you. Chuuya landed on top of you and you giggled. All he could have hoped for is that you’d forgive him, and it seemed like you did.

Wc - 4.3k

When Chuuya pinned reader to the wall, all I could think about was how he’d have to be on his tippy toes to kiss me bc I’m so much taller than him😭 he’s so cute :’)

[en-geneisaxx]

Case: L̶0V̶3A̶N̶D̶R̶3V̶3N̶63

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍, 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖌𝖚𝖓𝖘, 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊, 𝖒𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖚, 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎 (𝖒𝖙𝖇𝖆)

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅/𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!! ❦

𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑡. 𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑜𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑛ℎ𝑦𝑝𝑒𝑛

ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ

Part 3:

"Oooh, she seems like a fiesty one- good catch, Jake!" Teases one of his teamates. Bad decision to ask Niki for help.

Jake hasn't been making progress, despite all his efforts. He was impressed, in a way, for the anonymous tip was very vague. A headstart of cat and mouse? He doesn't even know who he's searching for, who he's trying to catch. They were really testing Jake's ability, and they certainly pissed him off.

"Ugh, but like, who would have a connection with 'R3V3N63'?" He knew it meant 'revenge', but that's not enough to single it down to a few suspects.

"Pretty much anyone, even me! I want to get revenge on Heeseung for beating me in basketball." Niki jokes, unbothered by the whole situation. "Wel, I would think that the person would want revenge though, not that ordinary to use it as a secret identity." He continues on, "Just be careful, though, because now you're eventually going to meet up with them. You better not get abducted too!"

He was right: eventually, they are going to meet up with Jake, and he, possibly, might not know. He was in slight danger, with the possibilty of the appearance of the gang members. But why would they even want to get involved with him?

Ah, 𝐰𝐡𝐲? That's something he could work on.

"Hey, try to find out if this company has betrayed or just had a really bad connection with someone, because it's one of the things that can relate to revenge."

"Yes Sir!"

"Guys, I'm going out to town!" You announced, letting them know your location. To be honest, if you were attacked, you wouldn't need help. In just a few moves, you could beat them to a pulp.

Today, you decided to meet up with Sunoo, another best friend of yours. Although he isn't a mafia member, he does know what you do. Sunoo works at a cafe, a popular one in fact, all because of him. People say, "Even on the rainest of days, when I go to this cafe, I see the sunshine." And it's true, with his bright, bubbly smile of his, he certainly shines and takes many hearts- in a nice way.

You walk around in a comfy attire, perfect for walking around on a sunny day. Outside the cafe waits Sunoo, holding drinks in one hand and some pastries in the other. He was on his break, yet he was happily greeting people from time to time. Such a kind boy he is.

"Sunie!" You called, embracing him with open arms. It was nice being with him, he was so fun to be with.

"Ah! Y/nie! It's so good to see you!" He wrapped his occupied hands around you, "I kinda have a lot on my hands right now." He giggled.

You two just ate and talked away, each invested in the conversation. However, just as you were about to leave, a worker had to go somewhere for their own reasons. Sunoo tried to shoo you off, assuring you that they'll be just fine with one less worker, but having a strong will was a characteristic of yours, something that you've always got.

Everything was actually better with you helping out, serving the orders as quickly as possible with top quality taste. The costumer feedback gave the highest ratings, and it never got under a 5. Of course, it meant that the cafe earned more popularity, longer queues and a huge income of costumers. It went on for hours, but died down when the night gave a hint of its entrance, almost everyone returning to their homes.

The store closes at 8pm. You looked at your watch: 7:58pm. You assumed there would be no more costumers, seeing as to how dark and late it was, until you heard the bell ring.

"Uhh, do you still take costumers?" Asked the man.

Gosh, he was handsome, and he had such an alluring voice! His smile was the cherry on top.

You figured you could take one more, especially if it was from someone like him.

"Sure, it wouldn't hurt taking one more order. What would you like?"

He thought for a brief moment, still unable to get to a decision with the countless of items on the menu. "What's your favourite?"

You were taken aback, as no one really asked this, "Hmm, for me, it would be *enter your favourite drink*"

He smiled, liking how gentle yet outgoing you were. You felt welcoming, making him want to stay for longer. "I'll have that then."

You had to wait until it was finished, so you decided to make small talk with him. "Say, what you're name? I haven't seen you here much." His eyes gleamed when he looked at you, excited for no reason.

"Haha, I'm Jake, Jake Sim, or Sim Jaeyun if you want. And, yes, I haven't been here much. First time, actually. My colleagues kept on telling me how good this cafe was, so I wanted to have a taste, myself!"

Ah, we meet again, 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆. I haven't been up-to-date much, being busy with all the missions, but I didn't expect him to be this good-looking. However, he still looks like when he was a child, when the two of you met.

Should you give him a hint? After all, if you guys don't meet for another extended period of time, he'll probably give up on trying to hunt you guys down. What could you give him...

Ah! The sandwich when you two first met! If you say your name and give him the same sandwich, surely he'll remember you!

You looked around, hoping such a flavour would be in this cafe, and thankfully, it was. You fetched it, giving him the sandwich as casually as you can, before introducing yourself.

"I'm Y/n, Y/n L/n or L/n Y/n. Nice to meet you, Jake. Hopefully you'll like the sandwich! On the house." You gestured at the food.

He took a read of the label, "Oh, this is actually my favourite! Good choice!"

Y/n...that sounds familiar, not to mention the sandwich as well. How could she have picked the exact one? And it was the one I liked since I moved to Seoul with my dad...since I was ten. My heart was beating like crazy, I know her, I bet. My brain was trying to display the memory in my head, but it just didn't know what to grab for.

Who is this girl...

Why do I feel like I know her...

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @dollywons @hoonieshoneymain @heeslomll @emi-en @sungvrhs @potatohoon @rinbowaman @velvetkisscs @jaylaxies (lmk if you wanna be added through asks!)

[eyedrateanatomy]

Sorry if this comes up a little random but

Opinion about clickbait (Radford x Frank)? I know its the crackship of the crackships but its also somehow one of my otps

gotta be honest with you. for a very brief time i thought i came up with the ship ever since i doodled them referencing pleakley and jumba before i found out there was a shipname for them

but they Are pleakley and jumba. frank is a big man who constantly gets into trouble and plays by his own rules, and radford is a little worrywart who just wants to go home and live his boring life

they come off as a couple who proooobably dont love each other, but everytime they interact its like fate decided that they were meant to be an old married couple bickering until their last breath. just constant playful banter and rolling their eyes when their partner does something dumb, but stifling a laugh at the same time

frank takes advantage of radfords idiocy for sure. he tells him to hop in his van cause hes got puppies in the back, and rad of Course believes him and gets in. theres some kid in a bag, and rads asks who it is cause thats,,, not puppies. frank isnt answering, and the next thing you know hes got rad in his arms to keep him from squirming away cause he Needs him to go up to the cashier at the gas station to get something and hes on bad terms with just about everyone in town, and radford gets along with everyone. so he has to do it

radford is a little difficult to control, he cannot stop going "dude no we're gonna get in trouble!!!! we're gonna get in Soooo much trouble oh my god dude my uncles a cop. do you know what hes gonna do to me!!!! DUDEEEEE" to everything frank does. frank tells him he can disguise as a woman to sneak into a bar theyre driving to, and radford is suddenly immediately on board with the plan

i think theyd still totally get along though. they could hold a conversation for Days at a time and love listening to whatevers on the radio. rad introduces frank to mafia and car chase movies cause thats what frank likes the most apparently. franks got movies too!!!! he stole them. but for radfords sake hes not gonna tell him that

frank has had to keep rad from eating drugged candy Multiple times, like "uhh no you cant have that. its uhh. dirty." nd rads like "... but its wrapped???" nd frank just keeps stammering till rad eats it anyways then wakes up in the hospital

yeah theyd be the funniest couple ever. franks ultimate challenge for how long he can keep his idiot boyfriend from finding out he kidnaps children for money. fortunately for him, radford doesnt ever connect the dots. everytime he gets suspicious frank just distracts him with something he likes

frank vc now listen to me radford, i am talking directly into your ear now. i need you to do me a favor. you will do this for me. i need you to go to gamestop, and i need you to ask the bastard working the counter if they have bambi on the ps2. if you come back empty handed youll be in big trouble mister. you will never see the light of day

[mistresswriter19]

His Prize Possession

Striker X Oc ( Requested By @scarlattobrightstar )

Author's Note: This is a very long delayed request I am so sorry about this one taking forever but I hope you enjoy. I'll definitely try not to keep others waiting like this. Really appreciate the support ^^

Mistresswriter19 X

Ellie eyes flutter with a blur using her claw to rub so she can see clearly she looks up

Ellie: Uhh I need a boyfriend…

Getting out of bed, Ellie went skip breakfast, taking a shower, putting her lovely dress on and tira with her dark green fluffy coat around her elegant Cinderella color blue dress top along with her white skirt that sparkles as she twirls with glee then opens the door heading out of the royal area because she was in a mood for a hotdog but of course if she says it in her area they would laugh and mock. Ellie had to go a different route: the area where the best hot dogs were was in " Not Mafia Town". She knew it was the worst idea to go alone so she called Blitzo to help her out.

Blitzo: Hey girl! How's it going didn't get any cock yet?

Ellie: Uhhh no…. I just wanted a hot dog and I knew going by myself would be dangerous.

Blitzo: Well you came to the right bodyguard girl I can grant ya full protection like this rifle, pistol, handgun, arrow, chainsaw, needles, and silencer really does work smoothly.

Ellie: I think I'll be happy whatever doesn't get me shot.

Blitzo: I got ya back babe~

The two imps enter "Not Mafia Town" one of the most dangerous places to enter in the ring of wrath. Everywhere you would go someone would be either shot, building would be burn into flames, deadly car chases, and torture. It made Ellie's skin crawl as Blitzo would cuss out a storm or shoot anyone that got near him or Ellie. For that Ellie kind of questioned Blitzo and his weird ways but she was grateful to trust him as a friend. Finally a nearby hotdog stand.

Blitzo: You think you can add cheese and hot sauce on that dog Senior ~

Hot Dog Imp: Sure I guess gonna cost ya more

Blitzo: Fuck it lay it on me

Ellie: One hotdog with extra mustard please

( BANG, BANG, BANG)

Blitzo: Are you fucking kidding me!?

Ellie look back to see a gang of sharks shooting there guns as one of them grabbed Ellie by the waist taking her in the car using rope and ducktape. Blitzo was fighting and shooting more of the Mafia sharks as he turns back to see Ellie kidnapped

Blitzo: ELLIE!!!!!! ( CLANK)

Crimson: That's for fucking shooting most of my men prick!

The head boss of the Mafia known as Moxie's father used a loaded gun to knock Blitzo out as he was dragged but in a sack being taken away like Ellie. In the car a good looking around as she sees a very attractive imp that wasn't like any others in the car who was looking the other side but Ellie kept her gaze on him he then look back as she turned away fast with her face turning into pink which made this rattlesnake imp chuckle. Ellie was already drawn to him but it seems strange how a cowboy like him can be involved with the Mafia gang.

Crimson: Alright cowboy show me what you got!

Striker: First of all I'm kinda rusty haven't kidnapped anyone for a while so this bastsrd I had to fucking deal with from the harvest moon festival and my lair of the ring of wrath!

Blitzo: OH YOU'RE THE SEXY ASS COWBOY!

Striker: And this pretty little thing is a royal which I despise but I think I wanna keep her for a while. She sparks my interest ( Place his claw caressed her neck)

Crimson: Good start cowboy, need more fuckers like you around come with me to the officer we have some discussing to do

Striker: Right boss, I'll be back with you later princess ~

Ellie: Uhhh…

In the office Crimson discuss the situation between why he wanted a royal because most of the royals are powerful compared to the mafia industry so what Crimson wants vengeance and goes out selecting a royal to experimented with no mercy this is when he calls on Striker and cowboy rattlesnake who would kill a royal in a heartbeat. However the Mafia crew is going to have a get together party once the party is finished at midnight Striker must exterminate the royal.

Striker: Some of your ways when it comes to dealing with royals makes me sick to my stomach

Crimson: I get my profit those bitches and fuckers stole millions from my industry and I want all of them to pay even for ones who don't know who the fuck I am

Striker: I always hated royals from all my years. I see some cry, some beg and some fight which makes me lose my temper to do the bidding and get paid .

Crimson: And this is why you're one of my most valuable clients who's a cowboy~

Striker: I'll kill the royal at midnight

Crimson: Good choice you can do whatever you want with her but when midnight comes it's off with her head.

Striker: Yes boss…

In the distance Ellie can hear Blitzo cursing once again a storm using anything to break but he keeps getting zapped causing him to knock out. Ellie was shaken and felt like a caged animal looking around seeing powerful shark gangsters with their guns, cigarettes, playing pool and drinking and talking as Ellie couldn't help but cry as she remembered she never liked being alone. She tried to calm herself down as she healed and exhaled while curled up in a ball. Suddenly Ellie hears the cage open and she looks up to see the cowboy that held her captive earlier in the car.

Striker: I brought you something to eat and some water. You're going to need it

Ellie didn't know what to do either if she should trust this rattlesnake imp or not but she had no choice maybe she can gain his trust. Ellie grabbed the water bottle off his claw and had the food he brought for her. She finished her white gloved hands tugged on her dress.

Striker: Please stop crying it makes my job harder…

Ellie: Why are you doing this?

Striker: Princess you do not want to interfere with someone like me.

Ellie: I can see in your eyes that you hate it… I just know

Striker: We had to make sacrifices and for me I made a ton didn't get me anymore but it get me some drinks or something to eat once in a wild I just can't think just do the thing.

Ellie: What if you don't want to

Striker: Have to suck it out like I always done

Ellie: You were flirty with me earlier but seems like you hate me to guts

Striker: It's just for show but truth be told you are a beautiful princess I laid my eyes on. I can't get attached to you

Ellie: What if you change, leave here and have a better life without the Mafia? They play really dirty and they're going after the royals like me.

Striker: There's nothing you can change princess about me

Ellie: I understand you just let me

Striker: NO!

Ellie try not to show fear when Striker tugged on her white glove hand. Ellie just stood still with the tears down her eyes Striker kept yelling at her to stop that because he will lose it. Ellie turned away but she felt her lips place into Striker's who gracefully kissed her full of passion. He laid her down as Ellie wrapped her arms around his neck. The bodied were close to each other Striker knows what he's doing is wrong especially to the royals. Ellie then also hugged him in between there passionate kiss. Striker let's her go but Ellie didn't want him to leave her.

Striker: I'll be back for you Ellie

Ellie: H…H…how did you know my name?

Striker: I know alot of royals but you the good ones.

Placing his finger around her face to hold Ellie's tear he gives her another kiss and he closes the cage and hops down to join Crimson. Ellie placed her gloved hand on her cheek still feeling warmth from Striker's touch.

Ellie: Striker…

In the party, the Mafia gang was using Blitzo as a pintia. Making Crimson laugh off a storm as Blitzo pretends to enjoys himself since he always gets into situations like this. However for some reason he's suppose to be torture but the Mafia gang seem to like him especially how he made drinks and this made Crimson piss more since he knows Blitzo is his son's boss he can be crazy but he's there for his crew. Something that Crimson never did for Moxxie as a father figure. Striker comes in drinking bottles of whiskey when he see Blitzo his blood boiled .

Blitzo: So came to talk dirty sex me

Striker: What the fuck are you saying?

Blitzo: ( Hiccups) I meant to say "saaaaaay you came to talk dirty about my suit.

Striker: I'm not gonna either bother

Blitzo: Alright fuck you then but listen cowboy your on my one night stand list!

Striker rolled his eyes he dropped his glass when he say the clock struck midnight with Crimson lighting a cigar and he went up to Striker.

Crimson: It's time cowboy go get the princess.

Striker sighs as he goes back to the wearhouse where he stares at the captive Princess for a long time she was singing and Striker thought it was beautiful. He felt like she was a true Cinderella or Belle. Striker opens the cage as Ellie looks back frighten which crushed Striker's heart.

Ellie: NO….NOOO NOOO AAHHH!!!! ( Covers mouth )

Striker: Just follow my lead darling. Your not going to die.

Ellie look back at him as she nods her head Striker then ties her with rope around her arms carrying her like a princess going up to Crimson and the Mafia Gang as they watched Striker carrying Ellie in his arms.

Striker: She wouldn't stop squirming so I held her to calm her down but doesn't know that she'll die.

Crimson: What a devious way of making her think. I love it!

Striker gives Ellie to Crimson as she's placed on a old beat up mattress. He takes the rope out of her arms and replaced it with rusty chains that go on bed post. Crimson lifted up Ellie's dress and threw her green fluffy coat aside she knew what was going to happen and wanted to scream but can she trust Striker.

Crimson: Since you been good with capturing many royals I decide this you can fuck her then kill her

Striker: My pleasure Crimson.

Crimson: If the bitch gives you any problems just shoot her.

Striker attends to walks to Ellie as she tugged on the rusty chains which lead to nothing her legs attend to shake. Striker's body went up against hers as she gasps he then kisses her with passion as she does the same with him behind his back Striker pulls out his pistol to shoot a Mafia shark down.

Crimson: THE FUCK GET HIM!

The Mafia sharks drawn there weapons and start to shoot. Striker shoot in between while protecting Ellie in his arms. Then out of nowhere Blitzo breaks free as he starts to fight and shoot up a rampage while chugging down leftover booze at the same time. Striker then breaks the rusty chains with his kicks and grabs Ellie managing to escape.

Ellie: What about Blitzo

Striker: Ehh I was going to kill him but maybe another time.

Ellie: Blitzo is my friend

Striker: Princess your making it really hard for me but I can't stand you being sad and not wanted.

Ellie: I'm no longer sad Striker, because I have you.

Blitzo had explosive as he plans to burn the place as he jumped out of the window as Striker dives down running from the flame as Ellie holds onto him, never letting go. They made it as they both panted as he then goes to bombproof pulling out his poncho wrapping it around Ellie to keep her warm and showing a way of comfort.

Striker: It will keep you warm

Ellie: Thank you

Striker: Your my prize possession Ellie

Ellie looked back and couldn't help but cry but this time she smiled and embraced her body close to Striker to two of them once again kissing showing their love and connection together. The two ride on Striker's horse as Ellie fell asleep into Striker's arm he rubbed her soft smooth magenta purple shade hair as they made it to the royal where Striker holds Ellie in place carrying her upstairs and putting her back to bed. He looks back at the sky where the colors purple and green form reminded of himself and Ellie. He attends to get up but Ellie tugged on his coat

Ellie: Please stay…

Striker: I'll stay for you my princess.

The two laid in bed together cuddling under the sheets slowly falling asleep together what a day it was almost being killed and shot but Striker knows for him he has to face it however someone like Ellie he didn't want her to face that danger side of anywhere she would go.

Striker: Blitzo made it because I like you so much your lucky I spared him .

Ellie turns to see a photo Blitzo posted on his Sinstagram he in the hospital with his crew and daughter with get well flowers and cheese and hot sauce on the table

Blitzo: I LIVED BITCH XO

Ellie giggle and was glad that her friend Blitzo was alive she then heard her stomach growl she forgot to eat anything.

Striker got out of bed to step out as Ellie lay there exhausted to do anything. She was happy to have someone like Striker she'll definitely help him change and be more loving and understanding Ellie has a good sense of that because compare to anyone in the royals she was always a devoted and kind princess. Striker return as be gives the bag to Ellie her eyes sparkle when she saw it was a hot dog with extra mustard that's all she ever wanted but maybe it was good because sure she got kidnapped but she finally went home with a cowboy who doesn't seen not so bad after all.

Ellie: Thank you Striker for everything

Striker: Don't need to thank me Ellie your life means more anything to me

Ellie: Your life matters too

Striker: I'll be by your side

~End~

[blorbocedes]

Please! Director’s Cut for Monza maxiel 🥺

ohoho 😈 okay, so. Monza 21 is the one fic I knew i HAD to write, as an homage to the winner's room trope that we talk about on this blog, and specifically the one sided maxiel dynamic. both of it going hand in hand.

I've actually never done a director's commentary below so uhh spoilers below:

I had a lot of fun, since we're writing from 2022 to add in some references and future gutpunches~ like~

this whole interaction with Zak, and then the "this would not be his final win in Formula One" 💀💀💀

Daniel POV is really fun in this cause he's a proper unreliable narrator 😭 he's so delusional

this whole paragraph is like...... girl he is Not waiting for you 😭😭😭 i hope it's evident in the fic that the reason daniel keeps rmbring 2016 is cause wanting max is a representation of wanting his own redbull slay era back, and he's clinging on this win like his last resort -- and the hint of resentment towards max now, for winning, for finally having the car that was promised to Daniel

I actually debated a lot about a particular scene that could go two ways.

1, they do a shoey in the hotel room, before everything else. Daniel being super into the ritual aspect and harkening back to The Past and max not being super into it but Daniel obv brushing it off

2. daniel wants to do the shoey after but max leaves and DR is like okay whatever we'll do it at Abu Dhabi/when the championship is won and max picks ME

didn't go with 1 because -- I already wrote the cognac scene and daniel pouring more for max, which is an intentional detail that would go remissed in a shoey AND cause champagne doesn't really get you that drunk. plus pathetic + delusional are the character notes I wanted to hit, so 2 really sealed the deal

I wondered what to put on Daniel's sex playlist, just to make it gross. so obviously John Mayer's your body is a wonderland ~~ ye, the weeknd, drake, pitbull but 2010s club fuckboy music. and ofc the CBAT Reddit song but sadly this fic is in 2021:/

I was actually debating how dubcon to make it. In my head I was turning a dial -- too dubcon/not dubcon enough. I knew I wanted Daniel to say, "it's tradition" but in a "hey, don't make me Say the situation we're in dictates the winner gets to fuck who they choose but hey I'm a Good Guy" way but I had to figure out how to get there. if max says No or I don't Want this, we go into full non con territory, if max reciprocates it's not dubcon Enough. truly I was in my Google docs like 🧪👩‍🔬⚗️

there's some Nico mentions, to highlight Daniel is thinking of 2016. but also because I was like 😈 why not

He remembers one time after Nico had blathered on and on how full-body Brazilian waxes gave him that millisecond edge over Lewis; Max and Daniel wanted to try out the body hair hypothesis. Max had been the giggling, willing subject completely hairless in the face so it wouldn't be too suspicious as Daniel went to town on the electric shaver. Arms, back, the soft fuzzy happy trail leading downwards… The coarser, darker curls nestled around the base of his dick, aroused and alert, as Daniel cleanly shaved it off; Max’s choked off little gasp as Daniel got to the balls, careful and hyperfocused. Daniel had eaten him out there, against the sink, Max shivering and sensitive everywhere and Daniel couldn't help but run his fingers over the smooth, hairless skin. Max had a mechanical engine failure the next race, and they chalked their hypothesis off to inconclusive.

this was important cause the baby maxiel WAS reciprocal!!! max used to be super into him!!!! so that the readers can contrast their past dynamic to what's happening now 🫣 also a ref to mondaycore's shaving carlando mafia au

Maybe Kelly prefers him like this, smooth like a baby. And obviously, good for them or whatever, but that age difference was a little suspect – cougar going after someone much younger. Daniel ignored that he was the same age as her, or that his girlfriend was the same age as Max and focused on the task at hand.

out of pocket, honestly. writer doesn't believe in subtext they're gonna spell it out.

“Condom?” Max yelps, a little panicked. And Daniel grins, proud of his little lion for learning about safe sex. Hopefully, that means he's not putting a baby in that girlfriend of his. There was a time when Max would beg him to bareback, cause he saw it in porn and wanted to try it; and as hot as the idea was, finishing inside Max, watching his hole desperately try to hold and spill the come it can't hold, Daniel was a single man back then and getting way too much pussy to even consider it. Although… if Max had been safe with his girlfriend, and he wasn't fucking anyone during his Winner’s Room picks…

this entire section was . i wanted to punch Daniel in the face. this is also incredibly delusional of Daniel to assume just cause Max is playing video games with Lando meant he wasn't fucking anyone (cause ooooobviously he's not picking Daniel so who would he been fucking?)

the part where Daniel's staring at him in the mirror in the bathroom is I think a good breather from everything that just happened, sort of post nut clarity lol. Daniel thinking Max will pull his share of the weight in the shower, since Daniel just did all the work now. It's not like he's keeping score except he totally is

Seeing Daniel, he looks a little guilty, like he got caught scrambling out as fast as he could,

Daniel even identifies it correctly, but refuses to acknowledge it for what it is.

They've crossed the minimum allotted time for the FIA, and he can't actually stop Max from leaving.

this is a throwaway line but it's so fucking telling. skull emoji. 💀 also a bit of world building for the WR rules

“I'm not 19 anymore.” Max says pointedly, and what does that have to do with anything? Max shrugs his polo on and when Daniel doesn't say anything or try to stop him, softens. “Listen, this was…” Max searches for an adjective that does not come. Daniel fills it in his mind, ‘great’, ‘mind-blowing’, ‘simply lovely’, “Yeah. Congrats again on the win, Daniel.”

so many things were happening in this paragraph!!! but mostly Daniel filling in the blanks and Max not saying anything is SOOOO shjdjfjdk

then to soften out daniel, he says he believes in max WDC. And he does! and maybe there was a time when max would've needed to hear this, but now it's just a nice thing to hear. he doesn't need Daniel like that anymore

someone in the comments was like "noo I feel so bad for daniel" and i was like 😭 why...... he's completely absorbed in his own ego and trying to ignore his flop era (that's why the lando mentions!!!), and when he has even a modicum of power (race win), he feels entitled to it. if anything the ending to Me is comeuppance. but I also respect once it's out into the world; everyone has their own interpretation of the fic.

i can go on and on, but it's already embarrassingly long. uhh I listened to Drake's Find Your Love like a million times to get into Daniel POV.

I'm more than just an option, refuse to be forgotten

I'm really happy with the fic, I think it's what I wanted the monza WR to be, and it's still fun to read despite The Horrors

[royalphantompain]

Okay, well, I since you guys really want to know that bad uhh here you go, I guess. But also don't be surprised if you're disappointed uhh

I know these are community Death Wish's, but since they made it in the game, I still consider them official, I just want to say I find it very interesting how they decided to use Twilight Travels, a rift that seems to be taking place in Alpine Skyline, have a story book featuring Snatcher and his minions.

Also, the name of the story book for Alphine's purple rift is Twilight Ascent, and the rift for The Forgetteb Children is named Twilight Travels. I just find it weird that they used an Alphine themed level for that storybook. Maybe it doesn't mean anything, though, and I'm just not cooking shit.

Also, in the storybook The Nomads, while we do see the Nomads and Goats build the Windmill

For the others' structures, they were already there they just interacting with it.

Also, there are these lines that, that make me think someone was here before the Goats and Nomads made this their home

I could have sworn another Nomad commented how this wasn't natural, but I couldn't find thi but this counts, right?

I may add more later, but that and also, unlike Mafia Town or Dead Bird Studio, they both have some weird supernatural stuff in them. I don't know. That's all from me for now.

I was going to post all about why I think Alpine Skyline and Subcon Forest are connected in a way, but this is how I felt typing the post about it that I banished in the drafts.

[aces-basement]

Hey there dear

Sorry about yesterday

Btw can you do Ace x reader where the reader is going on a holiday with Ace on new York because the reader needs a break for a while from their work

Thats all i wanted idk why the hell i want to go on a holiday to new york

ok sure thing

Chaotic Ace (Gorillaz) x Reader

Summary: go to New York with Ace. He gets overstimulated. Then you get in trouble with the mafia

Rated G

Ace took your hand and jumped off the back of the truck with you. The two of you went rolling onto the pavement

"Man I can't believe we hitchhiked all the way to New York" Ace said, brushing himself off and adjusting his sunglasses "They always told me I had a green thumb. But maybe I got a hitchhikers one, too"

"I can't believe we didn't get murdered by Mr 'Your hair smells nice can I have some'" You groaned. Ace helped you up

Ace was comparing his thumbs, trying to see which was the green and which was the hitchhikers thumb "Well to his credit, it does" He smooched you on the cheek

You mumbled "You just think that because you're used to smelling garbage"

Ace didn't seem to hear you. He was looking up at the buildings. It didn't seem... real. You know? The buildings were much too big and there were so many of them and it was so loud and so many people were walking around and it smelled so bad, worse than the dump and-

You noticed the panic starting to set in for him. You put a hand on him. "Why don't we go somewhere quieter."

Ace nodded with a little smile, his lil fang just barely sticking out.

So you put your arm around this 6 foot tall man and ushered him through the people. Usually you were way more anxious about this but when Ace got nervous like this, it always gave you courage for some reason.

--

Eventually you found a corner of the subway for him to calm down in. He's definitely used to the quiet of the dump. Even when he was in Townsville, it was always at night, and it wasn't ever busy.

You sat him down against the wall and sat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry y/n. I know we came here because you needed a break, but..." He curled in on himself

"Sh. You can't help it, dummy."

You fell asleep there somehow, both of you, until night fell once again

--

You woke up to the dark. It wasn't as busy, but it certainly was still bustling. Quiet enough that Ace could tolerate it, though

So you guys went on a little stroll out on the town, Ace keeping a pocket knife at the ready on instinct. But he was so in awe by how large everything seemed. Way bigger than Townsville.

"Would you like to do something, Ace?"

"Not much to do at this hour, I don't think. Only things that are ever open are uhh.. Gas stations, casinos, and bars, and I'm not allowed to go to two of those places." He you guys passed a wanted poster. For a shoplifter. "Actually, make that three."

You hummed "Strip club?"

"Aw jeez I wish." He sighed, then chuckled.

"Damn that contract."

OH NO UH OH speakin of contract

A guy jumped out of the alley "You owe us money! We had a deal!"

"I CAN EXPLAIN!" Ace hid behind you

"Gee thanks for the protection, Ace"

"Ohhh no you're done explaining bitchboy, its die time" So he shot you both to death the end

[elpida]

"You could try, you never know maybe what they truly crave is long-forgotten mannerisms." and yet that smile on her face changed into something wider, pearly white, and a little carefree. Not enough that she wasn't watching him but enough that she could loosen the reigns, just for a few minutes. Back in that settlement, Eden had been what her Brother, Ben, had labeled as a peacekeeper. She liked to give newcomers the benefit of the doubt. She didn't want to believe that everyone in the world was bad, despite their being bad people. As awful as it was, what was the point in living if they forgot the very morals and emotions that made them human? There was a difference in surviving and survival. That was the thing too, Ben had been the brute for the both of them. Whilst she was soft-spoken, peaceful, gentle... he'd hardened to something tough, so that his little sister didn't have to lose herself to the end of the world. Maybe that was how she got this far, took a leaf from his book, the big brother that made her promise she'd be more cautious, that she'd point a fully armed weapon at someone like he taught her. It was a silly thought but Eden did like to believe that somewhere, in some twisted turn of fate, her Brother was guiding her path... and just maybe he'd guided her to find someone that'd manage to get a smile, from the girl that thought happiness had forgotten her.

Eden had shaken her head, her smile faded enough to know that no, her Grandmother was not here anymore... but she also wasn't a monster roaming the Earth in a permanent state of limbo. That knowledge was enough for her. "The politeness in me wants to say sorry, for hearing about your Mother's passing and your father, and how young you were... but in these times, it's almost like they received mercy right? To die in the old world without knowing anything about this, the memories of them never weighed down by this life." Eden took a breath and she really did think before she spoke again with words that came from her heart. "We all lost people, I don't think there is a single person that didn't lose someone along the way anymore.. and grief is a hell of a thing, right? I think what determines how we handle it is how we think about it. I like to think the grief will never leave me." she starts to explain and she'd accepted what happened to her Grandmother, she went peacefully, died in her sleep... but Ben haunted her, in the best of ways. "Maybe if we just think about our grief like a gift, that we got to know someone and that hollowing feeling it leaves means that we won't ever forget, right? Grief is in the memories they leave us with and I'd never change them so if that is the greatest pain I'll ever know, that we'd ever know and maybe we could suffer with it together because I hope it never leaves. I hope I suffer with grief, forever." One moment passed before she turned her head at what he said, that he'd keep her alive, her slight smile resuming. "I think I can live with that punishment."

Another swig of water as he moved, but this time it was left glistening on full lips. "I'm good, don't smoke. Never touched one actually, I uhh.. I do have some, but I found them for trading purposes you know?" That Brother of hers had taught her the basics very well, what to keep if she found it, what'd be worth it's value these days. See, the world now was so different but in the old world, they wouldn't have known each other. She'd have been pure sunshine that didn't step foot inside grubby bars downtown, she'd have never gotten in trouble with any gangs or mafia... she'd have been that girl behind a counter serving you coffee in a bakery, that was filled with a million sweet aromas. Cinnamon, warmed bread, vanilla but her perfume would have been lavender. That's what she was, sunshine and lavender daydreams. Eden O'Connor would've been a local town sweetheart in knee-length dresses that fluttered in the breeze. "I worked in my Gran's bakery on a weekend. It was called Bread, Bakes and Books. I make a mean cupcake." she was in that reminiscent state, picturing the place, the worn wooden floors, the display of pastries, the shelves lining the back of the stoor. She was picturing her and Ben, standing and having their height marked into the wooden door frame and how she hoped it'd still be there. "I wanted to be something she was proud of but in the end, she was proud of me wanting to take over her Bakery. I liked making things and seeing people enjoy them, it was... simple, you know? My Brother was training to be a doctor, he was in medical school." those moments she'd laughed with him, made her feel like there was hope for something better than everyone being her enemy. Her own laugh was light and bubbly. "Oh I don't know, you'd totally pull off one of those white collars!" she teased but her nose scrunched when she giggled.

"I could take you there, to where the settlement was because I imagine it'd still be there, the radio and it was the type you could get music on, or reach out to people, had one of those-" she moved a hand to do the walky-talky gesture near her mouth. "-things, to talk to people. I want to get a few things I had to leave behind but... thing is it'll be crawling with the dead by now, it'd be dangerous. We'd have to be real careful." What perk was there in that for her? She'd have cover, there was no way she could get back there alone. No chance... but with him? Maybe it'd be achievable. "Are you looking for someone?"

"A market? I haven't heard of it but that sounds.." her head nodded to finish her sentence. It sounded dangerous, people sounded dangerous but... if you wanted to get your hands on certain goods you had to face the music. Eden knew that she'd need antibiotics or something to fend of infection, that'd be her best and probably quickest way of getting them. She didn't trust him fully, they'd exchanged kindness but trust was something that was deserved and earned. That didn't mean she didn't like him, that she didn't like the way darlin' and sweetheart rolled from his mouth. Yes, she knew it was probably something he'd throw at any woman, but she was definitely allowed to feel a degree of flattery given the situation. Sunlight streamed across her face, and there was a moment she realized exactly what she was, dead weight. Her hand rummaged into her pocket, pulling a small handful of bullets and handing two out to him. "That was the deal right? Bandages, for two. Plus... if we end up in a tricky situation, you have options. We both do." She was evening their playing field, she could kill him easily.. but her handing those bullets to him, was her own extension of trust to him. He didn't have to help her, but he had and fair, was fair. If she was untrustworthy, she'd have kept them in her pocket and not brought it up again.

Those same petite hands and slender fingers reach out for his shoulders, about to slide her legs around and get to his back. She could walk if she had not been so exhausted, but this was a girl that'd fought to even be here right now and you could tell Eden was beyond tired. She was fighting heavy eyelids even as she'd held that gun at him. Under normal circumstances she'd have made herself walk, but what use was there in fighting? All that came was this sad and hesitant question. "Won't I just slow you down? I don't want to be your burden.." Despite how her mind protested and told her to walk, Eden slid herself to his back and hooked her arms around his shoulders and to his front. Just for a little bit, she told herself. What she did do, was hook her backpack around her shoulders and linked his through one arm.

In her head she was convinced that as he walked, she'd be the lookout, the eyes... make sure no dead ambushed them from any direction and yet, they'd barely walked a street before the weight of her head became that bit more noticeable. The grip of her hands together loosened at his front and what'd been nicely paced breaths became deeper, something lost to slumber. Heavens she had tried to fight it off but when exhaustion came knocking you'd not rid it. Her head rest against the back of his shoulder, short strands of black slightly skewed, and the heat of her breath angled at his neck could be viewed as a relaxing reminder, that they were no longer alone, just as the heat of his body served as some form of comfort to her, a sweet lull. She did not trust Jace, but he was safe right now. If he didn't have this hold on her she'd wake, and she'd know herself stupid for wanting to believe in human decency but right now, just like this, he was safe to her.

" Well aren't you a little lady. " smooth baritone, warm and thick like melted caramel, complimented the manners rather than mock them. It did tickle the man under the ribs, witnessing someone uttering ' please and thank you ' so honestly, not from fear or force. It seemed to him, the girl was a pleasant company even before the army of dead conquered mother earth. The realization followed by another, that the chances of them being in the same circles in the life before were slim, very, very slim, odds for even meeting her where 1 in a 100. Sophisticated, polite, calm women did not enter pubs owned by the mob, filled with people arm to the teeth, downing beer and not minding the brute behavior. No, this one certainly would not be in the cards he was dealt -- so somehow, deep inside, for the first time the man saw the bright side of getting that Joker with a decaying zombie face that changed the world order. . . because meeting Eden certainly didn't count as another disaster.

" Does the please and thank you approach work on the corpses as well? Maybe I am missing something here. . . instead of smashing their hissing, ugly mug, I should have just politely ask for them to take a hike. " the laughter continued to spread through the scattered, ruined space of the gas station, until it suddenly died down. Her touch, that is, the squeeze of the sleeve of the leather jacket left him in place, watching the small hand next to his wide one. He allowed contact, left his hand still, feeling the hunger for protection, comfort. . . perhaps most of all humanity, in that act. " No need to thank me sweetheart, we can't all be just savages, killing for a bite of food or bullet that would do more good if we swallow it ourselves, not others. . . " A grim tone to the response, but honesty evident in the sentence.

A thought passed through the privacy of his mind, a realization of hypocritical statement. He killed for less than a bite of food, which today means literal survival -- before he killed for mere piece of land that wasn't even his. A territory, to protect the invisible lines of what the Devil stranglers proclaimed theirs. Gaze wondered to the chain still hanging on his jeans. A weapon taking more lives than bullets ever did or would. A favorite thing to steal a soul with. Clearing his throat, snapped back to the present moment by the melodic tone of Eden's voice, grin appeared under the untrimmed mustache. " Would never say, Irish's that is so polite? Maybe there is hope for us after all. " he joked, knowing well the reality is far from the stereotypes other glued to the Irish. They were friendly, helpful, honest, loyal . . . maybe after a few pints they were just a bit sensitive with the nerves. However, a few firsts flying in a quick brawl and everything is back to normal. " I am a mutt myself, that is why the accent isn't on point. " Jace explained vaguely, unaware of the small chit chat they were having, not very common for this times. " Am from Texas, long way from here. Left when I was 16. " small pause, deafening silence when the never-ending regret cut the beating blood pump on the memory of what. . .who he left behind without even a proper goodbye. " Mother was Irish, died giving birth to me. My father was Texan, and the old man gave his best to convey the bits and pieces of her memory on me, so he copied her accent, until my tongue didn't shape words with it. . . the thing ended tho, he died when I was eight, went to my uncle and aunt. "

History lesson was over as quickly as it began, telling it stirring the graves of too much buried ghost eager to haunt him. " Some valuable skills for sure. Is she still here? " Regretting the question as soon as it fell from the mouth, thick eyebrows lowered. " I mean. . . if your community fell apart, maybe she is out there. " Approach of reassurance not his usual ammo, though he tried. It seemed this fragile woman experienced a turbulent ride through the roads of Inferno, there was no need for the ' hard truth ' yet, telling her everyone she knew were probably dead, and she had a guardian angel getting her this far if she was so merciful and trustworthy toward strangers. Although, he scolded his own self, recalling the words she uttered before, asking only for a quick death. The woman was tired, obviously, tired of living the life on the run and in constant terror or everything around them. Chest puffed, chains of muscles tensing, need to shield her bubbling in his chest. She seemed as one of the very few pearls of purity on this gruesome battlefield of horror. " The thing you said, about finishing you? I think I'll keep you alive, listenin' to my bullshit probably a better punishment, to teach you not to lower your weapon around strangers, ya? " Jace teased, trying to bring up her spirits.

Pushing the callused hand into the back pocket of the light blue jeans, man fished out a crumpled box of cigarettes, biting the bud of one and extending the hand towards Eden. " Want one? " The other hand lighted the tobacco, as he inhaled the delicious smoke almost feeling the muscles fluttering with euphoria. Yes, he was addicted to this sinful pleasure. Next statement of the woman came as a punch to the gut, nearly choking on the grey could lingering in his lungs, Jace coughed violently. The corners of the eyes tuned red, while the eyeballs were glazed with a thin layer of tears. " Damn darlin' , you nearly killed me, I though we were good. " Commenting while straightening himself up, balled fist slammed the stone-hard chest. " A preacher, huh? I assure you, sweetheart, I was quite the opposite before zombies fucking up the society. " As if the patch ' president' on the left side of his chest and the brutal sight on the back, didn't reveal enough.

" And what were you? Professional climber surely not. " Another harmless joke, trying to keep the conversation light, making them forget for a moment where they are. Thick fingers brought the cigarette to the lips, taking another hit. Mention of the radio caught his interest instantly. " Radio, huh? Honestly darlin' been searching for some of those for a while now. Classic radio, song playing one. . . any chance you know where I can get that? " There was a promise, a legend even, passed down from generation to generation of the bikers. An agreement, between the rival clubs. A story so bizarre Jace always thought it was just a joke. But now, he really hoped it was not. The story went that if ever there was a disaster, something so devastating that the world can't recover from it, the clubs will join forces, unite, see the survival of their ranks is secured. And all he had to do to see if that is really true, is find the radio and listen. . . for the tunes of the song The house of the rising sun. Coordinates hidden inside of the lyrics, to the actual house.

Jace thought through the options laid on the table of destiny. Wounded stranger with probably not one savage bone in her body a bad package to take on. Slowing him down is the least of his problems, after all, he can't fully trust her. " Ok, darlin' this is what I propose. I am heading to a place allegedly not far from here. . . a market so to speak. Vulture's nest, heard of it? " Of course he will decide the opposite, taking her with him Jace got the information from the last guy he joined forces with. . . briefly -- considering Eden was now drinking the water he took from the man after strangling him. But he didn't end the guy's life for liquid, no, it was because the man tried to do that to him. Mistake on his part, underestimating Jace's calmed behavior. " From what I hear, I can get some bullets there, for a price. And medicine, that is certainly a thing there too. . . I just wonder what they will charge for it. " Trade was a complicated thing these days, value determined on the spot by the individuals, depending what they need. But she needed some antibiotic, something to prevent a potential infection. " Can you walk? " Jace asked before she answered does she even want to join him on this path, already approaching her and turning his back. " I would gladly offer you a ride on my Harley, but the flat tire got us separated. So I can offer you my back for a while. Because we have to move. This place? " He looked over the gas station. " Hot spot for unwanted guests probably doing the same things we did, looking for anything they can use. So we need to go. "

[thegreatdahliacase-cb]

Who are you into?

Jun: Well i'm into my doll Esmeralda

Vernon:hehehe Taemin 🥺

Seungkwan:heh well im pretty lonely

Woozi:hahaha definitely not a guy from the mafia who would let me terrorize the town for the fun of it. Whatttt👀

Mingyu:im very much into a cutie. DOKYEOM HONEY PLEASE COME BACK IM HAVING WITHDRAWALS

Seokmin:well uhh I do miss a really handsome demon but I don't wanna bother him >_<

Dani:I was hoping a cutie by the name of Theo~

Minghao:I would say its complicated in different perspectives

Joshua&jeonghan:no need to say anything. Look at our baby, our precious boy~

[killuwumi]

A Colder Kind of Love

a/n; aaa Higuchi doesn't exist in this, uhh she vanished bc i couldn't fit her into this short in a meaningful way lolol. anyway first aku fic someone arrest me this is terrible.

Warnings |  a lil ooc Akutagawa, Fem reader? Gender is only really mentioned once I believe but it's not major to the story :)

Akutagawa was no easy man to work with, let alone love. That is why you chose to keep your love for him a secret. It was a well known and accepted fact that Akutagawa had no interest in romance, he was a busy man, and seemingly emotionless too.

Or that's what he wanted everyone to think. The truth is, he did feel things, so deeply in fact that it just couldn't show through to the surface. There were short moments, mere glimpses into the emotions he tried so desperately to shut away. You were always there to see them.

Akutagawa had been your mentor for as long as you've been in the Port Mafia. He hated the idea of having a student, he didn't feel as though he was qualified seeing that he didn't even get approval from his teacher way back then. However, an order is an order and he stood by that.

You had no idea what Mori's intentions were setting you with Akutagawa instead of Chuuya or The Black Lizards. Why of all people him? He only ever made you feel like a burden anyway.

Although he looked at you like you were nothing more than a problem without a solution, you did hold your own on missions. He appreciated that, he didn't want to "carry dead weight". As he often liked to say.

Even though he said all that, every night you would go home and curl up into your bed, hoping that he could one day look at you as something more than a burden.

Much to your surprise as the months rolled by, he did become different around you. It was only when the two of you were alone, he wasn't exactly vulnerable but he didn't put up such a defensive act either. Occasionally you would actually see him be stressed or sad, or moody and annoyed.

It was a whole new side to Akutagawa that he didn't even realize he was revealing at the time. He may be oblivious but he caught on to the small shocked faces you made that you tried to hide when he showed these small emotions, and he always wondered why you did that.

Or why you jumped when he said your name, asked you questions, shoved or grabbed your hand. It got to the point that he couldn't stand it anymore and stormed into his home greeting Gin on the way in and had to ask.

"Why does she act like that around me? What did I do to her?" Gin giggled at the question, since when did her brother care why you did something. But she was slightly wiser on the topic than her naïve brother.

She could tell right away what these reactions he was describing meant, and especially when you got flustered around him. Gin didn't know if she should break the news to her brother or not, but she thought it best to tell him to be gentle around you, and maybe just to ask you instead of her.

He groaned and moved to go to sleep, dealing with emotions was exhausting him, it was no wonder he didn't do it often.

When he stood in front of you in the office the next morning, hands shoved in pockets, looking you straight in the eyes and asking; "Y/N do you have some sort of romantic feelings for me?" With a straight face, you were stunned.

At a loss for words and a stuttering mess you replied with an unsure sounding yes. What in the world is he saying? You knew he was always straightforward and to the point but THIS gave it whole new meaning.

He nodded before turning around and mumbling something about meeting him at the fountain in town at sunset. You were blushing as he walked out of the room and you were left standing just as you were before.

Not sure if he was going to let you down or kill you, or what his motives were but you knew whatever it was you were ready. After months of tossing and turning in your sleep over this man, you wanted to know what he had to say about you finally.

Right after work you rushed out of the office, and went straight to the fountain. It wasn't hard to find, a pretty notable landmark new the PM buildings, but what was even more noticeable than the fountain was a specific black coat.

You slowed for a moment checking your phone for the time, knowing that Akutagawa hated when people were late. Oddly enough you were right on time, meaning that Akutagawa took care to get here earlier.

He turned his head and noticed you staring at him so he waved his hand for you to come closer. As you did you swear you could see a smile cross his face for just a second.

"Y/N, I'm not good with words, so-" He leaned down and pecked you on the lips it was so unexpectedly soft and gentle. As he quickly pulled away you were red and trying to hide your face, but something came over you that you just couldn't control.

You pulled him back down and forced him into a more passionate kiss, you could feel him melt into it, who knew Akutagawa was a good kisser? What a lucky lady for you to have been the one to find out.

[a-crash-in-time-collection]

Chapter 1: The Crash

She was floating in space. Only it didn't seem like normal space, which she knew all about. It seemed to shine with different colors. She couldn't move much, it was almost as if she was forced into her current position. Voices of old filled her head. Voices she wanted to remember. Voices she never wants to forget. But at the same time, the voices brought back memories of a different time. A different time...

"Us kids should stick together, not stalk one another. I mean, Mafia Town can be a really dangerous place" "If you want it, we'll have to settle it in true Mafia style!" "You Moon Penguins are just gonna write some loud, noisy drivel!" "This last time piece is all for me, darling." "Your contract has expired, sleep now in the fire!" "And do it quickly pup."

Her face formed a smile, before tears started to fall. Wait... why was she...

"Don't leave us!" "Hey kiddo, let's make another contract!" "Don't you dare leave, lass!" "Let's watch our movie, darling!"

That's why... she couldn't have just stayed. She at least needed to try and get home. And her kind weren't keen on creatures from other planets... who knows what would have happened to them? But with the end result, did it even matter-

A large ringing brought her out of the space-like place, finding herself sitting on the soft surface of her bed. Glancing around as she stopped the ringing of the clock, everything was in place. Her relics on their podiums, toys she made based on her time on that planet on the shelves in her room. Most of her badges she bought from the strange badge guy on a pin board beside her bed. Her umbrella was next to her dresser with the mirror.

A glance out the nearby window showed the mostly green and blue planet. It reminded her a lot of the planet that she could now only visit in her dreams. Unlike that planet, there was little if any magic. Talking animal creatures were only heard of in movies. Ghosts were just tall tales. So similar, yet different at the same time...

She got up, yawning as she stretched and walked over to her closet. Opening it, she grabbed a purple blazer and yellow scarf. She paused, looking at them both slightly. The blazer was taller than she used to be, when she first found herself crashed on the planet...

She remembered checking the vault as she passed by, only one time piece was left. She knew that wouldn't be enough to make it home, and she didn't know if she would pass another planet she could survive on in between them. So she grabbed it, and braced for impact. The ship crashed on 'Earth' in the middle of the night, and looking back on it now, she was lucky no big place caught sight of her. She remembered bleeding, maybe having a broken or fractured bone with the sharp pain coming from the left side of her body. She found herself being too hurt to move on her own right away... it was possible that she would have died...

But then two people entered her vision as she picked herself up. Both wore hats like she did, one of them actually had two. Apparently the two hat man, Reginald, had seen the ship pass in front of his airship while it fell from the sky. The two were naturally confused on why she was there, and concerned if she was alright. She remembered them offering to take her to the airship's medbay, but she was more worried about her relics, which were not the only things she had of her time with her old friends. The one with his orange hair in a ponytail that hung over his shoulder, who called himself 'Right Hand Man', offered to do it for her. However, she took liberty and carried them all herself to the airship. Needless to say, the two were surprised by the child's strength.

She now called these two 'Dad' and 'Papa', and they called her their daughter.

She allowed herself to exit her thoughts as she pulled her brown shoes over her purple socks and pants, standing up and walking over to the door of her room. It was a new day.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." An energetic voice spoke as soon as she opened the door. She was met with a more-humanoid Topbot, with a face that smiled at her, and silver hair that helped make them seem more like a teenager. He wore a blue and orange jacket, with the faintest hint of a green shirt being seen, and dark dull indigo pants that ended in his metal shoes that were literally his feet.

A few years ago, Hat Girl had found herself more lonely. Her dads, while they made time for her, were often busy at work. Most of the younger kids aboard the airship didn't let her play too often, and the teenagers were often on training missions or just plain avoided her. In an attempt to give her someone to hang out with, Reginald took aside a random Topbot, redesign and reprogrammed it to act as a brother to Hat Girl. He spent so long and hard on it that it felt like part of his soul belong to the machine in the end. Which could possibly explained how Platinum wasn't just following an interactive script, but was fully self aware and alive. He did have a small panic attack at first due to the sudden self awareness, but soon after he was able to cause trouble with Hat Kid.

"You ready for today, brother of mine?" Hat Girl asked, a smile forming on her face.

"Uhh, yeah." He said, a smirk forming on his face as well.

"Good, we can get started on our prank plans after breakfast." She stated, passing him and walking down the hall, humming a slight tune as she glanced out at the seemingly-night sky.

"Aww, come on!" Platinum said, racing next to her quickly, rolling his bright orange eyes. "You always have to eat before we can have fun. I don't see what the big deal is."

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Brother." She said, sticking her tongue out playfully. She never fully grew out of her childish phase. "I pity you sometimes, food is great and you're unable to experience it."

"Please. I got my Tanks and Family, that's all I need." Platinum replied, rolling his eyes as the two walked into the cafeteria area, which was currently a bit busy as you would expect from it early in the morning. "I honestly don't see why your body decides you need food. Just seems inconvenient in my option."

Hat Girl shook her head slightly with a chuckle as she walked over to the sideboard, where Burt and Fredrick were talking.

"I'm starting to get concerned over your coffee obsession, Burt." The Cheese wearing Toppat said, arms crossed as he glared at the man in front of him. The man always sounded like his throat was sore, at least to Hat Girl it did. She remembered questioning if he was alright when they first met.

"Coffee is nice, Fredrick." Burt said, the dyed orange part of his black hair covering one of his eyes, as per the usual. He always seemed to act like he had no emotions, and spent most of his days in his office or grabbing himself the drink that was currently the topic of their talk. "The fact that you never tried coffee worries me."

"I'm more of a Hot chocolate person, and besides, the smell alone is enough to turn me off." Fredrick stated, grabbing the lake of floating marshmallows in a cup along with the plate of 'Bacon, Egg, & Cheese Breakfast Bombs' he liked. "But I know all that coffee isn't healthy for you, I swear you drink more coffee then you eat actual food."

Burt rolled his eyes at the statement, before glancing around the area as he grabbed his coffee and toast. "Fine. I'll eat a little more today." With that, temporarily balancing his plate on his other arm, he grabbed one of the muffin-like items off Fredrick's plate and walked away.

Fredrick was frozen in shock for a few seconds, before huffing and glancing to the side. It was only then he realized the children of the leaders. "Oh, sorry you two, I didn't see you there. Off going to cause some trouble later I assume?"

"Possibly, possibly not." Platinum shrugged as Hat Girl chuckled, before giving her breakfast request to the cook-toppat that came by.

"I'll be taking that as a yes." Fredrick said, shaking his head. "Just uhh, do me a favor and don't go on a spree of spray-painting the inside of the vents, again. Took me and Sammy nearly the whole day to clean it last time."

"Alright, no spray paint in vents..." Platinum said, raising his arms in front of him slightly in defeat. He watched as Frederick left, before turning to his sister. "Want to finally see how many people we can surprise with airhorns tape to their chairs and doors?"

"Oh heck yeah!" Hat Girl said, giving her brother a thumbs up. And the Toppats that heard her shout began to feel a faint feeling of fear among them. They knew then that chaos caused by those two would come later that day.

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What they didn't know was on earth, a conversation was happening. About the true chaos.

"You sure this is... safe?" One government person asked another as they glanced at the cannon. Although cannon felt like an understatement. The place where the 'cannonball' would come out of look like it itself was 27 miles long. "For Earth I mean."

"Should be." The other replied, hoping away from the gears they were adjusting. "The material should begin to burn up after it makes contact with the toppat orbital station. The worst we should have to deal with are burning pieces of metal and stuff falling down to earth in the size of normal meteoroids."

"Am I the only one who feels this is a bit... extreme?" The first asked as they hop into the tunnel to the underground control system of the cannon. "I understand they've been a pain to deal with since they got up, but can't we just set up traps for them on earth."

"It's not just about the Toppats alone." The second stated as they followed the first, wanting to be as far away from the cannon before it blew its canon ball. "If other criminal organizations see what the clan has done, they'll likely follow in suit. Soon all crime might be unstoppable because those who caused it are up in space. Is that the world you want to live in?"

"No."

"Then we need to make a statement. And this is the only way. Now let's get to the control room, and get this party started..."

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Hat Girl had found herself staring out the cafeteria window as she finished her plate of breakfast, slightly blocking out what Platinum was talking about as he sat in front of her. This was a bit normal for the two, half the time they were inseparable during the day. Especially since the incident where Dad was captured, and Papa had to be turned into a cyborg to live. It was a bit of a struggle for the clan then, and even with Dad back it was a lot of work to make up all the money that had been stolen the night before they were meant to launch their station-

Her train of thought stopped as she faintly spotted something outside the window. She got off her seat and walked over to the window, placing her hand on it faintly as she glanced down at the planet they raided. There was some sort of... gray and slightly green ball thing. At first it was just a speck of dust, but it was getting bigger.. and bigger... it was coming to them, faster and faster.

"Hattie?" Platinum questioned, walking up next to his sister in confusion. "What's going on, you don't just leave a plate of food alone suddenly like that." She was a bit wordless at first, but managed to point to the strange thing. Platinum had to squint his eyes to see it. "That's... just a space rock."

"Coming FROM Earth?" Hat Girl asked, looking at her brother. "As a former space traveler, I have NEVER seen that happen, and I know that's not a normal occurrence for this planet. And not to mention it's perfectly... in the path of.. hitting... Get Dad and Papa and warn them, NOW!"

"Time to act serious for once then." The topbot said, quickly racing away from his sister and the group of toppats.

She glanced at the ball again, seeing it was getting closer and larger with each passing second. She found herself frozen like the poor souls in Vanessa's Manor, or the times she used her ice hat years ago. What was she going to do?

"Dad, Pops!" Platinum called as he reached the Cockpit of the rocket, taking an unneeded breath as he reached the door.

"Platinum?" Reginald asked, turning away from his cyborg husband as he glanced at his Robotic son. "What's going-"

"We need to move, or use Supreme Dominance." Platinum cut him off, with worry in fear shining in his orange eyes. "Now-"

At the very seconds, the 'cannonball' of metal and small bits of trash collided with the orbital station, hitting the middle of the rocket.

Hat Girl fell to her feet as the station twisted and chaos fell around her. Everything outside the window became a blur, as Toppats screamed in panic. She suddenly found her grip from the wall she'd grabbed onto slip, and she was slammed against another wall. Everything went black to her after that.

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It took a bit for her mind to process things as she awake, her body aching in places like she had a faint sunburn. She slowly opened her eyes with a groan, scanning the mix of dark and light. She appeared to be where the window of the cafeteria once was. Keyword there being once was because now it was a pile of glass on the grass below her. Some of the glass were close to her arms, and likely was responsible for the small cuts she saw on them. She glanced around as much as she could without getting up.

Chaos was the best word that could describe the current state of the station. Well, other then 'destroyed'. Parts of the orbital station the Toppats called home where broken and scattered across what she could only assume was a forest clearing. The earth was dragged up from a few parts finding themselves lodge into it. She was able to see a few Toppat members getting up or helping others up, while trying to take in what had just happened. Not like she could blame them, she knew exactly what happened, but was still trying to process it herself.

Their home was attacked, and was sent far from earth. Yet, judging by the fact none of them were suffocating, it meant this planet had oxygen or some other air humans could breathe in. Which made sense, they did land in a forest. But that meant they were out of the solar system...

Her train of thought was cut off by a sliver of a blur that entered her field of vision. At first she was a bit spooked out, until her vision adjusted, and she saw the familiar metal hand, only with a few faints scratches. She took the cold hand, although by now she was used to the chill, as Platinum helped her to her feet. "You ok, sis?"

"Y-Yeah." She said, letting go of his hand as she rubbed her arms slightly. She picked up her nearby fallen top hat, and made sure to check the side. She sighed in relief as her hand made badge, one that had the hats of her fathers on it, was still there, and placed that hat back on her head. "Some shards of glass cut me a bit when the window broke."

"Well... considering what just happened, it could have been a lot worse." Platinum looked around. "This is all so unreal..."

"Yeah..." She slowly walked past her brother as she glanced up at the sky, then around at all the greenery around them. Why... was she feeling like she had been here before? Her mind told her it was simply because it looked like earth, but her heart was insisting it was something more.

"Oi. Are ya ok, Reg?" Right Hand Man asked, as he helped the Chief onto his feet, worry in his human and robotic eyes.

"I'm fine. But... the others..." Reginald coughed slightly, before looking around the crash site, as much as he could without moving from his spot anyway.

As the leader of the Toppats, one skill he gained over the years was being somewhat-able to get a rough estimation of how many clan members were in his sight. And after seeing at least 100 Toppats in his vision, he knew others were likely on the other side of the rocket. Assuming at least 88 toppats were on that other side, it meant that a few were still stuck inside, likely injured or, worryingly, dead. Not to mention the children...

"Right Hand Man! Check the rumble for any trapped members!" He ordered, his voice and tone clear that there was no time to waste. He was still not fully used to his lover's cybernetics, watching his legs turn into a booster as he flew into one of the openings near the top. But he loved him all the same. He glanced at a nearby group of Toppats. "See if you can find anything from Medbay, and get it setup for any injured members!" The toppats seemed to be slightly surprised by his tone, but they quickly got to work, scanning the nearby areas.

"Sir." A voice appeared behind him. He turned around to see a man in a black jacket with his white shirt visible. "I know you likely don't want anyone else going into the wreckage, but-"

"Yes Quincy, go find the kids. Just be careful." Reginald answered, the fellow father wasting no time to do so in response, likely worried for his own daughter. The kids were in a pod similar to the leader's pod, it was one of the first things Reginald planned out when he made the blueprints. They would spend most of their days in there, it was the safest for them, especially if the place was to below up, they would already be in a pod and on their way to earth.

Hat Girl found herself walking near the nearby Woodline. That's when she noticed the traces of purple deeper down, and found herself frozen in realization.

Reginald noticed his daughter near the Woodline, and walked up to her. "Are you alright, Hattie?"

"I recognized this place." She said, looking at him. "I been here before."

Reginald's brown and blue eyes showed sudden confusion, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. "You... what?"

"This was the planet I was on before I crashed onto earth." She responded. She then pointed out where the green of life and calmness turned into the creepy purple and black of dread and the unknown to all but her. "That ghost who's song Papa sings lives there."

"Really, the one with that Mafia, one of which went into space to try and get a toll from you?" Reginald question. He never thought his daughter was lying about the planet, but he figured he never find himself on said planet so he mostly just consider it stories.

"Yeah!" She exclaimed, childlike joy in her voice. She never really outgrew her childish side.

"Well... I suppose that means there's a town nearby, at least We should be able to get resources there." Reginald sighed, turning over his shoulder as Right Hand Man landed behind him. A look over the cyborg's shoulder showed some toppats in a little medbay-like area, some medically skilled Toppats using their skills to help the more injured Toppats, the 3rd in command Sven among them. He looked back at his partner in crime. "Was that everyone... alive in the rumble."

"Got everyone t'at was in t'e rubble." Right Hand Man stated. "Surprisingly, everyone lived."

Reginald was a bit surprised at this, but a smile formed on his face. "That's very relieving."

"So... what's the plan Dad?" Platinum asked, glancing at the Toppat leader slightly. "We can't just stay here with no place to rest, or prepare food." He paused for a second. "Well, you guys can't, at least."

Reginald brought his hand to his chin in thought, before dropping it and walking up a nearby rock. He cleared his throat, before calling out. "Can I have everyone's attention!?"

The clan members stopped whatever they were doing, except the few tending to the hurt Toppats, but he knew they were listening as well.

He took a breath before speaking. "As your Leader, I would be lying to you all if I were to claim I knew how to fix this, or the exact steps we should take next. We are the first of our kind to find ourselves stranded on a planet that can maintain life. But we cannot let this disturb us. It may be a long while, but I promise you, we will find our way home. But for now, survival is our goal, to watch after one-another, as clan and family." He paused briefly as he glanced at them all, lost souls unsure of what to do, before resuming. "Those of you who are well enough, see if you can move the walls detached from the station in order to make a temporary form of shelter. We do not know when a storm will come by, if this planet has storms at all. Look for supplies that fallen outside of the ship, only go in to retrieve items that are necessary for our survival. Go along the Woodline and look for wood for a fire. And trust in one another." With that, he backed up from his position on the rock.

Platinum watched as the clan members took a few seconds to process the orders, and the fact they were on another planet, before most started to look around. He spotted Burt and Fredrick walking up to a broken piece of wall, and seemed to start debating where the best place would go to serve as shelter. He saw Calla Fox, the one who stole the Ruby alongside Sven, slowly walk away from the Swedish man to help others look for supplies. He found himself glancing to where the purple part of the woods were hidden, his curiosity growing.

Reginald began to walk over to the wreckage that a few hours ago was the base of operations for the Toppat clan. "Hopefully we stolen enough we can sell in order to pay for what we need to fix the station..." He placed his head in his hands. "It's going to be so expensive..." He let out a muffle shout, not wishing to distract his clan members.

"Still t'ink ya s'ould 'ave let me 'unt after t'at pink-'aired government-kissin' t'ief." Right Hand Man grumbled, glancing at him. "Especially since we lost two members t'anks ta 'im."

Hat Girl watched her dads walked closer to the broken station, and went to follow them to help, before feeling a chilly hand grabbed her hand. "You said one of your friends lived in the creepy woods, right?"

She turned to look behind her, taking a second to glance at where the woods were before returning to her brother. "Yeah."

"And the creepy woods is in the direction of that purple stuff, riiiight?" Platinum voice showed intent, and seems to show he already knew the answer.

"Yea, The forest is kinda pretty in it's own way though, if memory serves me right-" She suddenly looked at him, processing the grin that appeared on his face. In response, she gave her own smart smirk. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"We sneak away from the clan while they take care of the crash rocket mess and chill with your old pals?"

"YES!" She said, high fiving her brother as she bounced in the air slightly. "I been wanting to see them all again, but never thought I actually could until now! I just... hope they aren't still mad at me for sweeping them off of my spaceship."

"Come on, with your cute face as a child, and you still a bit childish face now?" Platinum asked, warping an arm around her shoulder. "They'll forgive you in a heartbeat."

She nodded, a smile on her face as removed her brother's arm around her shoulder. "Catch me if you can then, brother." She said, sticking out her tongue with a 'bleeh" and raced into the woods. She heard a shout from her brother, something about 'cheating' by 'not telling him' and heard his metal feet click ageist the ground to catch up to her. She let out a giggle before shouting once they were a safe distance away from the clan. "Snatcher, here we come!"

[minbbyyoongi]

Lucky Stay

Lucky Stay

The Mafia Boss of Stray Kids is enjoying a day out for lunch with his brother and finds the wallet of a pretty girl having a hard time. Here’s what he does with it.

Genre: Mafia!AU, It'll get violent eventually, uhh eventual smut, college!AU technically? idk

A/N: I saw this idea on a writing prompt Tumblr account forever ago and I finally got around to starting something, but I can’t find the account,. I have actual plans for this story and I’m in a better mental health state than I have been in a long time so I’ll hopefully be writing more. Hope you enjoy!

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(Y/N) rushed out of her college campus, running to catch the bus across the street. Tripping, all her things get spread across the sidewalk and she hits the ground, hard. The sound of the bus taking off makes y/n slump, slowly collecting her stuff off the ground. Trudging towards her dorm she calls her boss and tells him she’ll be late. 

Bang Chan, leader of Mafia Stray Kids, was on his way to meet his brother for lunch. He chose a little diner near the university, mainly because it’s within walking distance of the base and he wanted to enjoy the sunny day. Crossing in front of campus, Chan sits on a bench across from the diner and stretches out. Swinging his legs back, he kicks something and hears it skid across the concrete underneath him. He leans down and grabs a wallet, black with a little silver pendant. He flips it around in his hands a few times and opens it up, finding a drivers license and a few cards, all with the name ‘(firstname-lastname)’. He stares at the picture on the license and is faced with the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. 

“Hey man! Ready to eat?”

Looking up, Chan’s younger brother had walked up to the bench and clapped him on the shoulder. He put all the contents back into your wallet and tucked it into his jacket, a problem for a later time, and went to enjoy a meal with his brother. 

You returned to your shared room and changed into a clean uniform, pulling out your phone to call yourself a ride to work. 

“How will you be paying today, cash or card?” 

The lady over the phone asks. 

“Oh! Uh-card! Give me one second” 

You fished around in your bag for a minute or two and felt the panic set it; your wallet was gone. What chance did you have?

“shitshitshit okay uhh-“

You hang up on the taxi service lady and call your boss, trying to explain to him your current situation. 

“I don’t care, (y/n), just get your ass to work here soon or you’re fired!”

The line went dead as your boss hung up and you slumped down against the wall. No wallet, no ride to work, what were you going to do? Rubbing your eyes, you make your way over to the beanbag your closet and silently cry yourself to sleep.

After lunch with his brother, Bangchan strolled around the shops nearby, not really looking for anything. He wanders into a jewelry store and gets distracted by the watches, a white gold band with a diamond lined watch face, he didn’t even glance at the price tag. 

“I’ll take this one.” 

He pointed the watch out for the lady and followed her to the register, reaching into his coat and pulling out your wallet. It caught him by surprise, almost having forgot about his find. He flipped it over in his hands, lost in thought for a minute.

The woman cleared her throat to get Chan’s attention.

“Ahem, sir, that’ll be $10,989.12”

He ran his fingers along the silver pendant and smiles.

“Ahh I’m sorry ma’am, I just realized something.” 

With that, Bangchan dipped out of the store and called his driver, not wanting to walk back to the hideout. He had a better plan to spend that kind of money on.

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Returning to the hideout, Bangchan busies himself immediately. Sat down at his desk he pulls out your wallet and empties its contents. He again stares at your drivers license, lost in the picture of you. He shakes his head and gets back on track, entering all of your information into his system and hacking into your accounts. Within minutes he has access to every file about you, he has access to your bank account, your school…

“That’s close” he thinks out loud, wanting to meet the beautiful girl in the picture. He spends the next hour or two digging into your life, finding your little apartment in the rough part of town, learning you pay for your schooling out of pocket, and figuring out where you work. He didn’t expect someone so pretty and smart to be in such a horrible situation, and now you don’t even have your wallet with all your information and money. He was gonna fix this.

You woke up to soft music playing, stretching out on the beanbag you had fallen asleep on. Yawning,  you pulled out your phone and checked the time.

“Shit it’s 2 AM?!”

You groaned and rubbed your face, climbing out of your hiding spot and grabbing a water bottle. Deciding a walk would help you clear your mind you throw on a hoodie and head out the door. Before you can take more than a step onto the porch of your apartment you are met with a box, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a string, your name written neatly on the front. Picking it up, you head back inside and slide onto your mattress on the floor, spinning the box around in your hands. No one had ever sent you anything, let alone hand delivered things. It was 2:00 AM, the mail from yesterday had come before your day took a turn for the worst, and there were no stamps or postal service evidence on it; someone dropped this off sometime after your roommate got home but before you woke up, which only amounts to about a two hour window. You shook your head to clear your thoughts.

Pulling at the black twine tied around the paper, you slowly unwrapped it. Inside was an envelope and a cardboard box, your name written in the same neat manner as before on the letter. You carefully ripped open the envelope and pulled out your drivers license, a debit card you had never seen before, but adorning your name, and a messily scrawled note.

“Oh lucky (Y/N), I found your wallet. I’m a friend, don’t ask questions, just use this card for whatever you need, there’s no limit on it. -CB97”

You read it aloud to yourself multiple times, mumbling the tag at the end trying to figure out where you had seen it before. 

“CB97,” you said, “Who is CB97?”

[zip-toonz]

you like mafia boss right? uhh talk about him ig

I do like mafia boss! A whole lot actually!

He's really goofy. 'The most powerful man in all of Mafia Town' got his ass kicked by a child that's hardly half his size. The way he words thing is really charming and he gets dizzy from his own attacks. Its the little things.

I like his personality too. He's serious...kinda but not really. I like how hes like "FUCK YOU HAT KID GIVE ME MY BODY BACK" but then sells her a badge to help her find relics chcidbd dumbass. I really don't think he fully resents hat kid. Like if he really wanted to hurt hat kid post 'Down with the Mafia' why is he just chilling in the ship? He could send the mafia after her. Sure she could probably wipe the floor with them but still he hasn't. Even in bon voyage hes like "oh god damn it its you why are you here Im just trying to relax fuck you" but that's about it. He's like...95% bark and 5% bite

Meanwhile Snatcher is actively trying to get hat kid hurt in death wish, Grooves and Conductor try to stab her, and Empress tried to blow her up but Mafia Boss is like Im mad and I would throw hands with you but I don't have any so Imma just call you a brat and sit here in my jar. Yet I don't see any dadfia content which is a whole crime.

His design is also cute! He's short, heavy set, with dark circles under his eyes and I love it. He's more realistic looking and feeling to me. I wish the fandom would do more with him and stop ignoring him because he's not conventionally attractive like the Prince. I can't even blame it on the fact Mafia Boss isn't a 'major' character cause prince has more fanart and he was in a story book. I really do think its because he's not conventionally attractive. Which is a shame.

Im really drawn to how familiar his design feels. Im hispanic on my fathers side (Honduran). I believe mafia boss is meant to be or present as Italian? But the traits he has are ones that are shared / overlap. Traits I don't often see but are ones that I have and wish were normalized or more common.

Basically dark hair, tan complexion, thick brows, noticable body hair. These are traits I have. Traits that when I see them Im like oh shit I look like that. My father looks like that. My hispanic friends look like that. And its just...so welcoming to see traits like that on a character in a franchise I enjoy. Kinda mad he gets turned into a jar of danganronpa blood for majority of his screentime.

I don't see many not black/asian poc character designs in the media I often consume or am exposed to. The last character that even got close to feeling like representation was a care bear. So mafia boss just struck me where I needed it.

(Also while were at it bow kid needs more love as well.)

Mafia boss is 100% why I started to draw myself more like myself. Especially body hair and thick brows, little things that aren't so common in the character designs I see all the time. 1 character was all it took to make me feel less ashamed of them.

Mafia Boss is so so important to me and I will die on this hill of loving him.

[vitosscaletta]

All of them for juliasam. now. sorry to anyone else who sent any this is my city now

(thank you 😌 also @jmcolt asked 1-8 too, thank u ❤💕)

Who is the most affectionate?

JULIA DUUHHHHH... it’s the repression 😔 he squeezed her hand when he was fucked up from blood loss once though. love. 

Big spoon/Little spoon?

They don’t spoon.. they're the same size it just ends up being weird 😔 

Most common argument?

It’s not really one specific topic, like I said before she doesn’t really agree with most of the crime stuff around 1938 anymore but lets most of it slide.. 

Favorite non-sexual activity?

ahem 😌 i think i already said this on another post but she likes to take walks by the docks on central island (other places too that’s just where she goes because her workplace is there) and drags him along lol.  Also they sit in a corner booth at Salieri’s like freaks and talk shit about the other guests/some guy in the gang they don’t like 😒

Who is most likely to carry the other?

hmm neither lol, Julia would try it for fun but she’s not strong enough :(

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Ew corny 🤢🤢🤢 but for her... he rarely smiles but the maybe 3 times he does.. she likes that she thinks he looks cute 😌 (that one screenshot from the race where he looks normal. i know i said i hate it but I really don’t, I actually like that pic. he has dimples :/) For him uuhh her fucked up small nose.. the way it looks when she laughs. he’d never say that but yk 

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

mmmjdsjhdfjhdfjdfjjhdfjhdfj sam is fucked up so he avoids her.. he’s obviously not emotionless but rather. emotionally stunted. Doesn’t talk to anyone about himself, not even his closest friends and instead uses random prostitutes as therapists while mistaking physical intimacy for an emotional connection with that one girl even though she was just doing her job.. Meanwhile Julia has been in the “friend you don’t really open up to” category up until that point and the fact that these feelings come from actual friendship with an actual connection of sorts rather than aforementioned physical intimacy (which was already bad enough last time & didn’t end well you know 🤷‍♀️)... BAD... Which leads to the whole “just don’t think about it” mentality clicking because it’s easier than just facing it I suppose.

Julia on the other hand had a dumb little crush early on that she never really acted on - she’s not emotionally repressed, she just cares too much about what other people think about her.. she’s not trying to be liked, just to be taken seriously so talking about your feelings to some mafia guy out of the blue is probably not the best idea 😔 She just kind of ignores it/complains to her friends... after the hand holding thing even more so because she’s pissed he’s acting weird. she kind of knows he’s a fucked up repressed guy but she’s not gonna chase after him or anything.. make an effort 🔫

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

She calls him “chief” lol. Just for fun.. the more affectionate thing is “Sammy” though which is cringe but whatever.. uhh he doesn’t strike me as a nickname person though, he just calls her Julia. Maybe some corny shit in italian if he’s feeling it

Who worries the most?

Julia 😔 mafia boyfriend thingz, meanwhile her job is just to write things for the newspaper so she’s not actively in danger. 

Who tops?

ewww don’t force me to talk about s*x on tumblr. She does. 

Who initiates kisses?

In public... mostly Julia 🙄 which isn’t much she’ll just give him a kiss on the cheek sometimes. At home/private it’s. both :)

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Ahem.. She does 😌 see this.

Who wakes up first?

Uhh it depends. They both have to get up early as fuck but sometimes he’ll get a call from the don at some fucked up early hour. Which wakes her up too but she can go back to sleep ig

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

This ties into the previous question but IF it happens.. she :)

Who says I love you first?

She does. she has to do everything I guess 😒

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

godd neither that’s cringe. Also they probably just eat out all the time 

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Julia. Sam doesn’t say anything probably, when someone asks he’s like. mind your own business 😒

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

omg they mostly have the same friends. I don’t think anyone really gives a shit, they have mafia things to do. Olive knows about it of course and thinks it’s uhhhh questionable... Sam is kinda fucked up but once it works out she’s cool with it 😌

As for family (that’s not “the family”).. Sam doesn’t have any. He does but they live somewhere else and do.. idk something. being catholic. they don’t know what he’s up to. Julia’s dad already knew him obviously (sitting at some cringe family dinner & one of your daughters brings some guy who bled out on your couch a year ago ❤), she could have done better but there are worse guys out there, he’s okay with it. Her sisters are just like. ew we hate this man.

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Technically Julia but she’s too lazy/”””busy””” to cook so they just eat at salieri’s every goddamn day

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Neither 🙄

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

UHHH maybe he does. sometimes. 

Who needs more assurance?

Sam but not in a “actively craves it” way, more in a.. doesn’t need it but then gets it once & says it’s dumb but has to think about it for 3 weeks way 

What would be their theme song?

I don’t have one but like you (dany) said.. sara by fleetwood mac’s lyrics have the vibes & i get weirdly emotional about them every time i hear it so. that qualifies 😌

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

GODDDD I don’t know. the mental image of them having a child at all (MAYBE in the au just for fun but.. idk.)

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

gooddddd Sam is just doing mafia shit idk. hangs around with the don/his friends or in his stupid boxing club. Julia goes back to writing some random article/rewriting it if she’s particularly bored. Also hangs out with her friends. 

one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

GODD the entire canon timeline 1938 and after that. We have au’s for this bitch but you know how it is... Like I said in a post on my oc blog, she doesn’t know anything about the bank job/salieri smuggling drugs now/you know what :)... just a bunch of fucked up things all happening on one day. 

She & Olive leave for Empire Bay after Tommy tells them to get out of town before he snitches on Salieri, Julia ends up marrying the nephew of her old editor-in-chief because she never had that (a wedding lol) & feels like she’s missing out. She’s not happy though, she doesn’t really love him so she just drowns herself in work instead/becomes a bitter workaholic :) He’s not a bad guy, there’s just no real connection there. Come back when you’re emotionally repressed 😒  Her husband also doesn’t know anything about her life before moving to empire bay except that she was a reporter in Lost Heaven and that she has a dead boyfriend who he saw on a few old photographs that Julia keeps in a little box :( Sees her with big smile on those that he never saw on her before 🙃

one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

I don’t know what to say here but in regards to the AU i mentioned uhhh.. basically the ending doesn’t happen bc Sam is somewhat normal I suppose, gets over his repression & doesn’t betray his friends 😌.. they get married in 1939/40 something :^)

[jjkfire]

omg that unexpected ending in Obey was cute and the part where oc said she couldn’t wait to tell Taehyung what dumbasses his rivals were, meaning they still see each other lol I love that! I enjoyed reading this!! u don’t have to answer if u haven’t thought about this, but how did Taehyung know oc was the girl from his childhood? and does Taehyung ever reveal that he was the little boy she helped later on? also I wonder how the rest of the escort staff and Jin reacted after their lil session LOL

hahaha im glad you liked the ending of obey!!! and yes they do still see each other. the point of taehyung selecting oc as his personal escort was so that the other guys knew she was now in a sense ‘off limits’. tae only did it because he knows oc doesn’t particularly enjoy the job and that she didn’t want any of the guys you know… coming after her but he also wanted to i guess protect her in some way haha, albeit there are also some selfish, self-indulgent reasons behind that too… like for example, he sort of maybe totally likes her.

also about all your questions… sis i 100% have thought about it and had to control myself when i was writing the story so it wouldn’t become a chaptered fic so here are the answers to all your questions!!!

How did Taehyung know oc was the girl from his childhood?

It’s because when she and her mum moved to another town shortly after the encounter they had, everyone had been talking about it. oc’s father was still in town at the time, being a dickhead. he was notorious for being a drunkard, a swindler, a conman. so all around town it was going a little something like: ‘did you hear??? his wife took off with his daughter!’  ‘yeah, and he didn’t even bother to try and get his act together, still the same old useless guy’. oc and her family were the talk of the town for weeks so now he knew all the basic info but all of this gets buried somewhere in the back of his mind for years.

fast forward to like 18 years later, everyone in town is abuzz again when oc returns. they talk about oc’s mother’s recent passing, they talk about the rival mafia pinning oc’s father’s debt on her. her father had been missing for close to a year now after having racked up an obscene amount of debt. so taehyung now knew that oc was back in town but had absolutely no idea what oc looked like now. it takes a while for him to actually see oc in person. see he did some digging, found oc’s picture in the organizational chart of her actual workplace, tagged with her full name. it had to be oc but he didn’t know how to approach her. however, his chance comes by surprise when he finds oc in the backroom of the lounge, munching on snacks. the fact that oc had chosen to be an escort was indeed surprising. it was like a chance at reconnecting had fallen right onto his lap. when he introduces himself and oc’s eyes goes wide, he thought that perhaps she recognized him but, she doesn’t and ngl his heart breaks a little. but he also remembers that they had met when they were very youngand there was probably no way she could deduce it was him. the two of themlooked very different from back then.

Does Taehyung ever reveal that he was the little boy she helped later on?

does he ever tell her? yes, he does. his confession comes months later and it’s really awkward and shy and sweet. it’s when he brings her back to his place, the both of them lounging on his bed, mindlessly watching tv.

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He hands you a lollipop, which he’s done many times by now but this time it’s different because he follows it up with a: “Do you… remember when you gave this lollipop to like a uhh kid when you were young?” 

You perk up, confused. You think for a while before you say, “Oh yeah! there was this scrawny little kid and it broke my heart every time i saw him get beat up so that day I stood up for him and got my ass handed to me… then i got the both of us lollipops!”

Tae only laughs at the way you light up and your mind backpedals a bit, thinking why he would bring that up.

“Why? Were you that scrawny little kid or something?” You ask with a laugh, because well it just couldn’t be him.

“Well, y-yeah. I thought you would’ve deduced that by now.”

“No,” you gasp, mouth hanging open in disbelief. It takes you a while to remember the name but you finally do. “Kim? You’re Kim?”

“Yeah, Kim Taehyung. So, yeah, Kim.”

“What? But you’re so tall! And not scrawny at all!!!” You remark, eyeing him up and down. “Oh my god, do those bullies know who you are now? Where are they? When did you join the mafia? What was life like for you in the years after as you grew taller?”

You bombard him with a series of questions and Taehyung answers all of them patiently, enjoying your expression as he tells you about his life from start to end.

“So yeah, that’s how it all went,” He concludes. “Anyway, back then, I promised I’d get you this lollipop when I had the money. So that’s what all of those lollipops were for.”

“Oh my god. How did I not connect the dots?” You mumble, mostly to yourself. “To be fair, you look very different now and honestly, I forgot about the whole thing until you brought it up! There was just a lot going on for me back then.”

“Yeah,” He winces as he remembers how everyone in town seemed to have an opinion about you and your family and how things were heading for all of you. “I didn’t know until you left… you know, about your father andeverything. It made everything you gave me all the more precious. The fact that both you and your mother gave me all of that when the two of you were struggling just as much.”

“Oh come on,” You laugh. “You make it sound like we gave you a fortune.”

“It seemed like that to me,” He pouts. “That’s why I made good on my promise. I told you I’d give it all back when I had the money.”

“Oh right! It was something like $10 wasn’t it?”

“$20,” He corrects.

“And you said, you’d pay me back 100 times the amount didn’t you? That takes you to $2000,” You smile, holding your hand out jokingly.

“I-I did,” He mumbles. “Your father’s debt… I uhh, I was the one who paid most of it off. I mean I let you pay off the last chunk and let you think it was them being dumb and miscalculating stuff but uhh that was me.”

“Wait, you did what!?”

How did the rest of the escort staff and Jin react to their little session you ask???

Jin was 80% sure you were dead. Neither you nor Taehyung had left the room that night and when he sees Taehyung leaving the room early in the morning, checking his gun in the hallway, he was now 100% sure you were dead. To his surprise he finds you sprawled out beneath the blanket, still fast asleep. He shakes you awake, checks your pulse just to be sure that he wasn’t hallucinating when you groaned at him, trying to shake the sleepiness away.

“You’re okay? You’re not hurt?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You grumble. “Just tired and—”

Your sentence is cut off as both you and Jin turn to find the girls hurriedly stumbling into the room.

“She’s fine, thank god,” One sighs as she climbs up onto the bed to hug you. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

The other girls soon join in, slowly climbing into the bed to inspect you, to make sure that the agency’s little baby was all good. You tug the blanket higher by instinct because if Taehyung was gone that would mean the shirt— oh wait, it’s still on you. They’re all busy cooing and cuddling you until Jin says, “Isn’t that his shirt?”

“Y-yeah.”

“He let you have it?”

“I guess,” You mumble, toying with the fabric.

“That sounds out of character for him.”

“I tried telling all of you that he’s really sweet but you guys won’t listen.”

“Yeah sure he’s just a sweet guy who murders people in his free time, you know, that kind of sweet,” Jin snorts.

“Ignore him,” One of the girls, sighs. “So, tell us! How was he?”

“Well… he was nice. You know, rough, but… gentle.”

“You know that makes no sense right?”

“That makes perfect sense,” You huff.

“Okay. Listen to this. Tall but short. Big but small. You see how that makes no sense?”

“Well, I don’t know… he just is, okay?”

“Oh god. She’s falling for him,” The girl to your right gasps. “Don’t. Don’t do it. All those mafia boys… they’re not worth it honestly. All they want is sex, nothing else. Don’t fool yourself.”

“But he gave me a lollipop,” You frown.

“He gave you a lollipop. He gave you a lolli—,” She stops her sentence midway only to sigh at your innocence. “And so what is that to you? A wedding ring? A promise that he’ll only be yours? It’s just a lollipop. How can you use that as a gauge for anything?”

“But it was my favourite,” You mumble.

“Jin, talk to her, please,” She mumbles. “She only listens to you.”

Jin nods at that, taking your head into his hands, essentially squishing your cheeks.

“Taehyung kills people for a living, do you understand? Just because he’s nice to you one time doesn’t mean he’ll be nice to you all the time.”

You nod in understanding, and they all seem to be appeased with that. Truth is, you only do it to get all of them off your back. You’re not about to tell them that you agreed to go to dinner with him tomorrow.

also! also! a little p.s: When oc just got back to town, Taehyung sent oc some flowers once he figured out where she worked. The message attached to the bouquet said: Your mother was a beautiful soul who offered me comfort and warmth when I was at my lowest. I wish I got to tell her myself how wonderful of a person she is. However, I’m sure you made her feel loved and appreciated everyday. I’m very sorry for your loss.