#( *whispers* snail gang snail gang )

[slasherscream]

crazy ass boys gang + reader who threatens to leave (part two: CAPTIVITY) 

warnings: extreme yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. part one can be found here.

BILLY LOOMIS:

The days move at a snail’s pace. There’s little distraction available to you. 

Billy has always thought you were clever. A survivor. It’s one of the reasons he fell in love. That sharpness to you. But it makes you completely untrustworthy, given the circumstances. And the circumstances are this: your life for the last few weeks has consisted of being chained to the bed.

Not all the time. Not when Billy is home, and can watch you. But when he goes to work, or goes off to kill, Billy takes out the cuffs, and meticulously locks your ankles and feet to the bed. The dark look on his face as he does it makes you watch the process in silence. 

He’s been killing more often. You hope, absently, that he’s still being careful to not get caught. In the years since you two had been together he’d slowed down.

Now, it feels like every other night, you were watching him get ready to go out as Ghostface.

You can tell when he’ll go out next by how he treats you the day before. You two don’t talk anymore. You eat together in silence. Sit together in silence. He watches the dark silhouette of your body through the shower curtain, in silence. (You’re never alone, anymore, when you do anything. When you’re allowed to do anything. You don’t have even a sliver of his trust left.)

But how he watches you is the tell. 

His expression has been a mask of neutrality, since the moment you first woke up, cuffed to the bed. 

On the days before he goes out to kill, though? Those are the days where the mask keeps cracking. Small glimpses at the anger sitting in his chest like a second heart, beating steadily. The silence only makes it worse. Makes the anger red hot and blinding. 

It’s the icy silence of a lover scorned, on his part. And yours is the fearful silence of the last survivor of a horror movie trying to evade the killer at the end. 

The two of you used to laugh together. Laugh, and smile, and love each other. But you, apparently, don’t love Billy anymore. 

But Billy still loves you. So he stares at you until he gets too angry to think straight. And he goes out and kills as many people as it will take to keep himself from ever hurting you. 

JOSH WASHINGTON: 

You’re getting sick of hearing how sorry he is. 

He says it endlessly. Like a prayer. Like a compulsion. The words fall out his mouth as easily as breaths do. 

It feels like you wake up to his apologies and fall asleep to them each night. 

Josh only tied you up that one time, at the start. He apologizes about it often. “I panicked. I’ll never do it again. Not ever. I’m sorry.” You believe him, maybe you shouldn’t, but you do. He’d untied you as soon as you’d begun to rub your wrists raw from trying to get out of the cuffs. 

Once upon a time, you used to use those cuffs on him, at the start of everything. Back when Josh felt he was more monster than Human. Back when he didn’t trust himself not to hurt you. You’d obliged him and would cuff him to the bed before you went to sleep each night, even as you whispered: you couldn’t hurt a fly, Washington. 

You feel like a fly now, in a nasty spider’s web. But you don’t even bother struggling. 

When you’d rescued him from the mountains, his parents had set you both up somewhere remote. Not on another mountain, of course, but in a comfortable cabin out in a forest. No neighbors for miles and miles. Everything you need gets delivered to you twice a month. You used to make the lists of the necessities and send it off to the Washingtons, who were only too happy to give you anything you asked for. 

You’re still getting the deliveries, so you guess Josh has taken over that chore of communicating with his parents. 

You could run away. You could. But you remember how hard it was to out run the monsters on the mountain. You remember watching your friends die, one by one. By claws and by teeth, as they tried to run away. You watched almost all of them die. Or found their bodies. 

Josh wouldn’t kill you. Despite everything, you know he isn’t capable of that. 

Sometimes he still reaches out and touches your wrist, where you’d made yourself bleed with the cuffs, and looks sick to his stomach. They hadn’t even left a mark. But Josh stares at your wrists like a kicked dog, like any day, all these months later, they’ll show up by magic.

No, Josh wouldn’t kill you. He wouldn’t even hurt you. But you know you wouldn’t get very far. The forest isn’t a mountain, but it’s close enough. Sometimes you sit on the porch and just look out at all the trees that border the property line, and try to think about how long it would take him to catch you. 

Ten minutes? Thirty? An hour? You always make yourself laugh, with that last one. 

He’d never let you run for that long. He’d be terrified you’d get lost. Get hurt. He’d drag you back to the cabin, arms a tight-but-never-bruising cage around your waist, and you could claw him to shreds like a hellcat all the while, and you know the only thing he’d say would be: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

You don’t want to hear him say it anymore because it isn’t true. For every apology he gives you, every tearful glance, there’s something beneath it - utter relief, delight, that he’s even able to tell you he’s sorry. That he can reach out and put a hesitant hand on your arm. That he can look over and see you stewing in your anger. 

If Josh let you leave he would have been alone. And Josh has been alone before. He can’t handle it. Not for one second longer. So all that’s left to say is sorry.

STU MACHER:

It’s terrifying how normal he acts.

Love had blinded you before. You’re not sure how, but now you can see Stu for exactly what he is. You don’t ever let yourself forget now. You’d made that mistake once, you can’t make it again. 

You’re not sure how no one else sees it. 

You watch him endlessly. It’s all you can do. Always on edge. Always waiting for him to snap. You watch him at parties while he effortlessly holds the attention of the room. You watch him during dates, while he talks to the waiter like they’re long lost pals. You watch him charm all your friends, all your family. You watch how everyone laughs off all the little creepy things he says. He slips up so often. But he smiles just as often, and his laugh is contagious. The whole world has written him off as an eternally playful man-child. Peter Pan, born again.

You flinch whenever he comes up behind you, draping himself onto your body in that playful way he always has. 

You’d never focused on how much stronger he was before. Now, it’s all you ever think about. You close your eyes, and feel the strength in his arms, and plaster a smile on your face, thinking: Please don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me. 

He seems to have moved on so completely from it all. You wake up in the middle of the night in tears, remembering how much blood had covered your apartment on the worst night of your life. Stu marked the date on your calendar as your new anniversary. 

The heart he made had been comically large, eclipsing the tiny box of the day in red marker. You’d forced yourself to laugh at the enthusiasm and give him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes had been glued to your face. For just a beat too long. You watching him. Him watching you. He’s always watching you now. You feel the burn of his gaze on the back of your neck like a second sun.

You’d felt your smile shaking at the edges. Your eyes starting to sting. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You begged yourself as those sharp blue eyes scrutinized you. Waiting for you to slip. But you didn’t, so he grabbed you around the waist, dipped you low, and kissed you like you were a lead in a rom-com at the end of the movie. 

“We’re almost at our happily ever after, you know.” He’d slyly said at a party with all your friends and family, his arm thrown casually over your shoulder. 

He playfully tells your best friend they’re gonna have to help him pick out a ring soon. Everyone laughs and congratulates you. Tells you how lucky you are. 

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and make yourself laugh too, “Don’t I know it!”

JASON DEAN/JD: 

You have to say I love you a lot more. 

He doesn’t ask for the words. He never would, beyond saying them first and giving you an expectant look. Green eyes boring into yours, begging you to say it back. You could so easily interpret that expectant look as a demand. But you know it isn’t. It’s desperation. 

You say it more because there’s a pit in your stomach. And it twists every time you see how much worse the tangled weeds of that desperation for your love has gotten within JD. 

He’s your shadow, more often than not. Like if he takes his eyes off you for just a second too long you’ll disappear. It wouldn’t be an unfounded fear, with the life he’s lived. All that he’s lost. 

You don’t know why you said something so cruel to him. So thoughtless. JD pushes because he likes the passion you two share. Because he needs to know you care. Not because he wants to push you away. And now he looks at you like a kicked dog every time he thinks you’re not paying attention. But you’re always paying attention. 

You wish you could take the words back. Pluck them from the air and swallow them down, bury them somewhere deep inside you. 

I didn’t mean them. I swear I didn’t mean them. I was just stressed. You just push me so much. But you keep those words inside too. It’s bad enough you said them once. You don’t want to remind JD of them. Bring them up again. It’s clear from how he’s acting they’ve been bouncing around his head already. 

He’s been more quiet than usual. Trapped in his head. He doesn’t even look up when you walk into the room. The look on his face makes you ache. 

You curl up into his side, wrapping your arms around him, and squeeze as tight as you can. So he can feel you by his side, solid and permanent. “I love you, JD.” 

He turns to look at you. Those sharp eyes searching for any hint you don’t mean it. That these pretty words are the lie, and the wanting to leave him was the nasty truth. 

You meet his gaze head on. You would tell him how sorry you are, but you don’t want to think about how cruel you can be, when you get mad. “I love you.” You repeat, instead.

Finally he smiles at you, “Yeah, I know you do, darlin’.”

KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN: 

You don’t have to pretend you’re happy. In fact, when you try, it makes Kevin very angry. 

He never tells you to stop. But whenever you try to fake a little enthusiasm. Put on a little smile you don’t mean… the look on his face is enough to make you feel sick. His expression hardly moves. It’s the look in his eyes. Like he wants to hurt you. Badly. 

So you stop pretending. 

He demands your presence. Your attention. He doesn’t want your disingenuous attempts to placate him. 

You sit in silence more often than not. 

You used to try and fill the air between you. The more he would stare at you, the more you would talk. He’d hardly blink. Just watching as you’d wind yourself up under the force of your own anxiety. He rarely told you to be quiet. You think Kevin must’ve liked watching you squirm. Watching you uhm and ah, only pausing for breaths, because otherwise the silence would be deafening. And all that would be left would be the suffocating weight of his gaze. 

You don’t bother talking now. What could you say? 

Now you stare back. He’d almost looked surprised, the first time. When you turned to look at him, while he looked at you. You didn’t stop until it was time for you to head home.

That’s how you spend all your time with each other now. You arrive at his home. You take off your shoes. You make your way to his bedroom. Sit on his bed. You take a deep breath, and then you stare at him, and he stares back. 

You hate him. A very big part of you hates him. An even bigger part of you is terrified of him. 

You carry on like this for months. Passing the time. Feeling isolated. Like a trapped mouse, or bird in a cage, even as you live every aspect of your life completely identical to the way you did before you knew what Kevin was capable of. There’s no chain around your wrist or ankle. No guillotine blade on your neck. But the threat is still there, and life feels paper thin now. Like some veil has been pulled back. It all feels meaningless. 

You hate him. But there’s no one you can talk to. No one to turn to. You don’t dare turn to anyone else. 

So one day, while you’re staring each other down you reach into the space between you on the bed with your hand, and lay it down palm up. Kevin’s eyes flicker down, sizing up your hand, sizing up you. After a long moment he puts his hand in yours. 

You go back to staring at each other.

NATHAN PRESCOTT: 

Nathan hates the way you flinch when he gets too close. 

He tries to be understanding. He doesn’t have a right to be hurt, after what he’s done. It hurts anyway. He just tries not to let it show. He’s sure that would make you angry. Him walking around like a little victim when he fucking kidnapped you. He makes himself angry. He makes himself sick. 

But at least he has you. You hate his guts, but you’re with him. 

Nathan tries to tell himself that’s all that matters. But he misses the way things used to be like he’d miss a leg that got cut off. Phantom aches all day long. Every time he looks at you, and finds you already looking at him, hatefully. You used to look at him like you’d never get tired of him. 

He still wants to know what finally made you tired of him. But he doesn’t have the right to ask. So he doesn’t ask. 

He reinforced the cabin so you can’t get out. If you try you’ll have to make so much noise there’s not a hope in hell he won’t hear. He can’t bear to tie you up, or chain you. You’re a fighter, and he’s not much of one, so he probably should. But he can’t. He’d tried and it made him sick. He’d actually thrown up over it. 

He keeps you lightly drugged instead.

He’d thrown up over that too. But he had to do something. 

He’s always careful about the dosage. Careful about every step of the process. He’ll never mess it up. Not ever. He loves you. He’d hurt you once, and he’ll never do it again. He doesn’t want to fight you. Doesn’t want you to fight each other. 

You love each other. It might take a while, but one day you’ll remember that. Until you do, you’ll both stay here, far away from anyone else. Nathan hopes you’ll remember soon.

SEBASTIAN VALMONT: 

He’s going to make you fall in love with him again. 

If he was stronger he’d let you go. Hell, he wouldn’t have paid someone to kidnap you in the first place. But Sebastian has always gotten everything he wanted. And he’s never wanted anything as much as he wants you. He’s never loved anyone as much as he loves you. Maybe, before you, he never loved anyone at all.

You split his chest open and carved out a space inside him where only you can fit. You’re the single occupant of his heart. Forever. You can’t expect him to just turn it off. Can’t expect him to forget you. He tried, and he failed. 

So now he’s going to try something else. He’s going to win you back. Obviously, this isn’t the best starting point. But there have been worse starting points for rekindling a romance. 

He hires only one chef and one maid for your new penthouse. He pays them very well to never ask any questions. And to never, ever help you escape. The money is too good to turn down. Life-changing, really. So they never help.

It’s just you and him. The way it was always meant to be. 

You do candlelit dinners every night. You wake up, every morning, to flowers outside your door. Sebastian fulfills your every desire. Hangs on to your every word. You can have anything you want. Do anything you want. You just can’t leave. Not yet. Not until you’re in love with him again. Then life can go back to normal. 

He’d laughed when you asked him if he was going to keep you in the penthouse with him forever. He laughed until he had to wipe a tear from his eye. Then he leaned forward and kissed you softly. “No, sweetheart, I’m not crazy. Just crazy about you.” 

There are a lot of locks on the front door. You’ve never even seen the keys for them. The windows don’t open. Even if they did… the penthouse is twenty stories up, you wouldn’t survive the fall. 

Sebastian opens your bedroom door, giving you a smile that’s both cocky and charming. Hiding something behind his back. Another gift. “Good morning, gorgeous.” 

You smile. Reflex, and don’t know if it’s because you’re too scared not to, or because looking at him makes you want to smile. Sebastian gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek, the way he does when he’s happy. 

Nothing makes Sebastian more happy than getting what he wants.

A/N: we all know it took me forever to do this part two. if you enjoyed this fic consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writers fuel is engagement. and this fic took too damn long to write. xoxoxo

[kth1fics]

Baddie (M) | KTH

⟶ Pairing: GangMember!Taehyung x Female Reader ⟶ Genre: Situationship, PWP, Smut, 18+ ⟶ WC: 4.8k+ ⟶ Warnings: Straight PWP, kissing, swearing, unprotected sex, choking, oc gags a little, blow job, brief fingering, light praising, taehyung is hinted to be in a gang, hinted to be in some sort of fight, hints of smoke and alcohol, (if i forgot anything i am sorry), etc ⟶ Beta: Holy smokes, I am so sorry Sarah ( @caelesjjk​ ) for looking this mess over but thank you for all of your suggestions! I needed this! ⟶ Summary: The bad boy in your life, Kim Taehyung, comes visiting once again for his basic needs to be met. ⟶ Author's Note: A fevered Maggie writes a quick pwp because of Taehyung’s Elle photoshoot. I am not sorry. Please save me guys. I’m lost. Please leave feedback and send asks my way! I want to know your thoughts! ⟶ Song Recommendation: Asshole by Hooligan Chase

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“Come here.”

His hands reach out to drag your body against his. Immediate heat entrapping between the two of you, making you feel like putty in the matter of seconds. Taehyung hums a satisfied noise, nudging his nose into the crown of your head as his arms cage around you. His soft, tender lips press into your temple as he deeply sighs.

“I miss the smell of you,” he groans.

“Tae –” You warn as you turn in bed. Facing him and placing your head against his chest. You feel the beat of his heart thumping. Running wild inside his rib cage. “What’s the matter? Why are you here?” You grumble with sleep.

“You gave me a spare key,” he reminds you while one hand comes to pet your head, while the other travels along the outline of your nightwear, dancing his fingers across your skin in various areas. He needs to touch you, feel you. “Y/n, I need you.”

“Now?”

He bites back a smile. Of course now. He wouldn’t be here for anything else at this hour.

Gently, he presses himself harder against you. Pushing an ever growing bulge pressed to your back for you to feel. It’s when you open your eyes, try to adjust to the darkness of your room and look at Taehyung. Annoyance is the first thing that comes across; nobody likes being woken up in the middle of their sleep.

“Yes,” he mumbles. Placing his lips against your forehead and on top of your head. Anywhere to help wake you up. “I know I disappear all the time. But I really need this.”

He’s referencing your situationship. A man who is never ready to commit to you yet, always comes back for moments like these. When he needs a good lay. Someone to touch him. To be here for his animalistic and primal needs. For the record, you nearly always give it to him. Hoping that one day he’ll finally realize you’re good enough for a place in his life. You think he’s scared. From the very few deep conversations the two of you have, you have come to the conclusion that Taehyung doesn’t want to be hurt. 

But you don’t dare ask him anything too personal. You’re lucky enough to get him to open up when he does. 

If this is true… It sucks. Taehyung tells you that it’s for your own good. He’s secretive because he wants to keep you safe. You try your best to never show it. Acting like this tango between the two of you is nothing but casual and you’re fine with the snail’s pace of whatever ‘relationship��� this may be.

“Tae…” You’re more awake now. Leaning your head back, you are able to catch a glimpse of Taehyung’s face in the low lighting. There’s harsh scratches against one of his eyebrows, dried up blood staining his skin. His bottom lip looks bruised, jutting out a sliver more than his usual pout. “What happened to you,” you blink astonished. Calmly, you raise your hand to place your soft fingertips near the rough abrasion. 

He turns his head, “I’m not going to talk about it. It’s better that you don’t know.”

“The gang?” You whisper, hoping this has nothing to do with that crew he’s tied to. “What did they make you do? Doesn’t it hurt?”

Taehyung takes your hand with his. He isn’t here to talk.

“Stop,” he states.

He leans in to minimize the last inches of space between the two of you. Lips pressing onto yours as his slender fingers rake through the roots of your hair. His hips rut into you the more he pulls you closer, practically dry humping you as his lips spellbind you in a heated make-out.

“I need you,” he huffs, breath fanning across your jaw as he descends to your neck. Taehyung buries his head there, tongue and teeth licking and nipping your skin. “So badly.”

Teasingly, you allow your own hand to travel down his abdomen, resting your palm just above the belt of his jeans. With a playful squeeze, you feel the way his muscles contract at your action. The tent in his pants twitching with eagerness.

“Will you tell me if I do this?” You hint as you continue your journey down South, hand brushing up and down the solid length of him. It earns you a groan from his throat as he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Yeah,” Taehyung breathlessly says as his eyes flutter at the contact.

Slowly, his hips start to move with your pace, urging forward into your warm palm. He wishes the denim wasn’t in the way of your skin, already shuffling to undo his belt and zip down his zipper. Taehyung makes haste pulling down his bottoms, releasing his cock into the air. When your hand brushes against it, not even wrapping your deft fingers around his base just yet, he’s biting down on his bottom lip with short, excited breaths.

You feel his leaking essence on your hand, you use it to help glide across his tip and through his slit. Apprehensively, you chew on your own lip as his generous cock flinches underneath your hand. Briefly, you push him away from you and urge him to lay against a pillow. Taehyung looks so serene with his eyes closed, mouth parting slightly while he allows your hand to sculpt the outline of his cock, pleasuring him as you do.

With one last look at him, his hooded eyes peer down at you.. Chest heaving and nodding his head, Taehyung approves of your touch and grants you the right to continue.

“Take off your shirt,” you mumble while you shuffle yourself further down the bed. You pull on the material covering him, letting Taehyung know you want it off urgently.

He does it with no questions asked. Pulling it up and over his head in the matter of seconds, revealing even more tanned skin and his sharp collarbones. An array of necklaces hang from his neck, dangling there like sin on a hook. There’s an open wound on one of his upper left pectorals, it stops you in your tracks. Your eyes are trained on the grotesque colors that dried around it, yet Taehyung gives you this firm look to not ask about it.

You want to lean up and kiss him with meaning. Tell him how you feel for him. Beg him to stop this gang shit and get out. Save himself. Let him know that seeing him hurt also hurts you. You can feel your poor wretched heart swelling with nothing but pain. But you can’t.

With strength, you press Taehyung’s hip down to the bed. Holding him there as your body fits over his long legs. He can suffer with the pants that hang around his knees, restricting his movement. You don’t have time to shimmy them off of him as your mouth teasingly hovers his cock. Taehyung’s expression falters suddenly, his heart-shaped lips narrowing. 

It rests heavily along his lower abdomen before you fully grasp it with your hand. Small white pearls of pre-cum glisten tastefully on the bulbous cockhead that pleas to be touched. Taehyung is gifted with girth, there’s no doubt about it. His length is eye-catching as well. Mouth-watering even. Your eyes trail the thick vein that runs underneath the shaft, feeling the sudden pleasure building deep within your core when you imagine how he feels inside of you. How he squeezes his cock between your walls and pries you open so deliciously.

You’re impatient with the way you take Taehyung. Possessive, really. You want to show him your worth, your hidden love, as much as possible. There’s no time wasted with your firm and shy kitten licks right under his frenulum. The placement and contact of your warm, wet tongue draws a sharp inhale through Taehyung’s nose. Though he relaxed instantly once your tongue flattened to lather his swollen cock with saliva, spreading your tongue along his shaft. 

He tastes just how he usually does. Sweet and salty. A flavor that convinces you that it is your absolute favorite flavor. Or maybe it’s just him.

Your mind explodes with thoughts and dirty desires. Want. Lust.

Confidently, you take Taehyung in one swift motion, taunting your tongue with swirls over the bulbous head until you lower yourself. Inch by inch. Taehyung groans, it rumbles within his chest as his head presses back into your pillow. His hips jolt under your ministrations as his eyelids shut tightly, savoring the moments of your lips pulled taut around his swollen cock.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. His hands are aimlessly wandering the covers before he shoots them to the back of your head, wanting to guide you if he can. Once he has a solid grip on you, he judges the bob of your head with his own dictation. Assisting you with how he likes it. “Yeah, yeah just like that.” Each passing moment of his breathless moans compels you to surge forward and dip your head further until his mushroom top head threatens to enter your throat. 

This is what he wants, you know he does. The feeling of something preventing you from fully breathing sends a cool chill of excitement through your body. Whether it is a hand or dick, you welcome the anticipated restriction with excitement. You relax your jaw as much as possible to fit his beautiful girth as his hand presses down on the back of your head, shoving you more on his silken cock. 

Taehyung hisses through gritted teeth, the feeling of your throat involuntarily spasming around his fat cock sends vibrations to his core. He feels the way his dick pulsates with the erratic pulses inside of him while he lays here and takes your mouth for his own pleasure. 

“You’re so fucking good,” he moans and sucks in a breath. “Baby, you’re so fuckin’ good to me.”

The glistening tears that rest at the corners of your eyes threaten to drop when you look up at him through your lashes, blinking away as your throat stretches for him. He feels the pressure of your tongue pressing against him and the soft scrape of your teeth that sends rockets through his system. The contraction of your throat reminds him of your spasming pussy when he steals an orgasm from you.

His praise makes your stomach do summersaults. Makes you feel special that you are the one to do this to him. Make him feel something good.

“Oh god,” he struggles with himself when he shoves you deeper again. “I want to pour everything into your mouth. Look how you swallow me.”

His hand is strong against the back of your head and you know he’s serious. His cockhead presses against your esophagus suddenly and forces you to gag slightly.

Taehyung surprises you when he pulls you up without a warning. Saliva drips from your mouth as it coats your chin and lips. You insist on dropping down on him once more, enjoying the taste of him and still wanting to prove a point to him – but Taehyung has other plans. His thumb hooks inside your mouth before you could speak, rendering you in your place as he presses against your tongue to the floor of your mouth.

“The things this mouth does,” he wiggles his thumb against your tongue. “God, I love it.” 

He praises you softly as he catches his breath. Taehyung drags you slowly toward him, releasing his grip off your mouth once your knees find leverage on both sides of his hips. Your core hovers above his pelvis. Everything in you wants to sit down right on top of his cock and slide along its length, but he prevents you with his hand. A featherlight touch right between your legs, edging closer to the clothed core of your pussy where he presses against the underwear you still wear.

He licks his lips before he slides his fingers along your slit, admiring how damp you’ve become.

“All this… And it’s for me?”

Taehyung is more firm when he taps two fingers against the cotton of your shorts, right over your mount to appreciate the warmth and wetness. You stifle a moan as you tilt your hips into his fletting touch. The slow circles around your covered clit has your insides clenching with excitement. Taehyung stares at you expectantly, the withdrawal of his fingers pulls your small smile into a frown.

“Of course it is.”

To your relief, Taehyung returns his fingertips with hardened strokes. You moan with glee, the push of pleasure against your most sensitive nerves sends delightful tingles of heat to your core. 

He watches you from below. The image of you overwhelms him, entertains him. How appetizing and beautiful you look only sparks his lust more.

With a flick of his fingers, he pushes aside your panties to come in contact with your pooling arousal. Two digits slide heavenly between your slick folds as he dabs his fingertips teasingly against your entrance. It feels spellbinding when he circles his fingers around your entrance, enticing you to waver and beg for him to plunge them inside of you. With a free hand, he latches onto your wait and helps the movement of your hips against his movements.

“Mhm,” you moan as you pinch your lips together. Each swipe of his fingers has your sopping pussy walls clenching around nothing. “Tae…”

Your whimpered breath makes Taehyung happy. He leads the rolls of your hips against his fingers back and forth, relishing in every sensational pulse that flutters in your entrance when his fingers ghost over it. You need him to push inside of you, spread you open to prepare you for the heavy cock below your thighs. Every time you lean further to force his fingers to dip in, he’s laying his digits limp against you. Applying no pressure whatsoever, seizing any force to penetrate your walls.

The leaking arousal from your pussy has dribbled down Taehyung’s lengthy fingers. You can feel how drenched you are with how slick it is to glide against him. A small pool of pre-cum spills out of the tip of Taehyung’s aching cock, decorating a small spot on his abdomen.

“Let me fuck you,” you request as your hands reach for the hemline of your oversized night shirt. You discard the material fast, tossing it off to the side of the bed and exposing your breasts. 

“Take these off too,” he pulls at your underwear. His deep, rich voice casts a spell on you, making you automatically listen without delay. 

Still laying flat on his back, Taehyung grabs at your hips but not before groping your pert nipples. He enjoys the soft flesh of your mounds between his fingers, squeezes them nicely as they become pliant to his kneading.

Tentatively, you bend toward his face to give him a kiss that begins softly and doesn’t take long to deepen with lustful heat. The flavor of cigarettes linger on his mouth as well as alcohol. 

You were cautious at first, knowing he has a wound on his lip – but Taehyung doesn’t care about the pain. He kisses you back with passion, eats you up as his hands roam from your hips, back to your breasts, and up to the back of your neck. He laces himself with you, licking into your mouth as you match his pace.

Muffled moans and noises escape the two of you as you begin to sit down on him. His cock twitches impatiently under you as your pussy lips hug the outsides of his silken length. Taehyung takes your hint and places his large palm flat against your back, pushing you closer to lean down against him.

You start a slow, hungry grind against him. Running yourself up and down him with no resistance. Taehyung groans a ‘yes’ with a deep growl, blunt nails digging into the skin of your waist now as he tries to prevent you from sliding against his cock. As if he’s halting the session.

“Let me,” you say again, molding your lips together with his. “Don’t you need this?” You battle his tongue with yours desperate for pleasure.

You’re too enticed with being held back, forcing your strong hips to move regardless of Taehyung’s hands. His delectable cock, now polished completely with your arousal, slides between your pussy lips so easily. You don’t even fathom the urgency in which you find yourself in, too turned on and consumed by the idea of Taehyung and gratifying him – you haven’t noticed the flex of his lower muscles matches as your body rolls.

His bulbous, hardened, cockhead suddenly and dangerously close to breaching your entrance in a millisecond as your body stiffening. Your weeping entrance begging to be stretched in the more desirable ways while your mouth gaps open, a small audible gasp caught in the back of your throat.

Being closer to him as you notice the few speckled freckles adorning his beautiful face. His jaw is cut sharp, angling his round face. His dark brown eyes stare down at you through thick long lashes as his tongue swipes out and coats his full lips. When your eyes lock onto each other, pupils blown out to smithereens, you feel the gravitational pull toward him. This magnetic field of two polar opposites being yanked to another because that’s where they’re meant to be.

Both of your hearts pump with anticipation, anxiousness. You wait, allowing Taehyung to take the lead in his hands and run with it. Drag you into the pits of sex and take control of the moment.

He pushes down on your thighs, telling you to lower yourself while he raises his hips to meet you. One of his hands guided his cock to your entrance, letting it slip right in and drag against your inner walls. Each inch you sink, the more Taehyung presses up. Stretching you open slowly, just enough to slot himself and let you to accommodate his size before he can take full charge. Subtle moments he pauses just to admire the pleasure in your face as you exchange breaths with another.

Your mouth gasps his name far too easily. You find purchase in his dark locks with your fingers, combing through them before you form tight fists.

“Fuck –” you exhale deeply. You already feel your pussy contracting with enthusiasm.

With your pelvis sat flush to the hilt, you experimentally wiggle in place while the burn of the stretch eases up. You’re moments from letting Taehyung do whatever he needs to do with you. He fills you up to the brim, packed and complete with little room to spare.

Taehyung breathes out a trembled laugh. “Let me know when,” he noses against the side of your head. You feel the way his fingers find a home on the sides of your waist, preparing to hold you tight when he begins to thrust.

You exhale out of your mouth, turning your head toward his cheek. You can feel both of your heartbeats blasting through your chests, pounding at their own rates as your bodies fill with sexual need. Your cunt squeezes to test his girth, feeling like you’re so close to being stretched to your limits.

“I’m going to cum soon,” you warn him. There’s no shame about it. With all the build up and light teasing of another, matched with the handsome bad boy laying under you – you don’t shame your body for being so ready. So needy for him. “I know I'll cum fast.”

“That’s ok, baby. I'll take good care of you.”

His mouth finds yours briefly, descending a trail of open wet kisses down your neck and nuzzling his nose into the crease. Leisurely, Taehyung pulls himself out of you, leaving just the tip of his cock still snug inside before sinking you onto him – but this time a bit harder.

You ease into the fast pace rhythm Taehyung sets. He even helps glide you at the perfect angle to rub your clit perfectly against his pubic bone in tandem. You moan sharply when his cock rails back into you, your cunt clenching tightly around him. Taehyung runs faster, using his feet to propel his hips off the mattress as he fucks up into you while his hands pull your hips down onto him. And repeat. 

Your heighted moans fill the room, no care for any potential neighbors to hear at this hour. Taehyung’s teeth nip playfully on your supple skin, cooling over with the press of his lips as he quickened his pace. 

“Tae!” You cry his name with the mixture of pleasure and pain. You love and hate it, especially when your body jolts every time his lap slams into you.

Briskly, Taehyung rolls the two of you over, keeping himself well connected as he holds himself up with his arms. He’s hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder to deepen his angle, pressing his cock straight to the back of your cunt in one fluid motion. You strangle a groan, hands fisting the pillows beside your head.

He leans closer to you as he continues to thrust into you. Every drag of his cock against your walls sends you closer and closer to your orgasm. Taehyung matches his assault with a new weapon, his thumb – directly onto the top of your clit. He flicks it ruthlessly, enjoying the way your body wriggles underneath him as you cry out in joy. 

Again, you cry out his name when his cockhead presses against your cervix. Your chest heaves with the roughness. One look up at Taehyung’s beautiful face is all it takes for you to realize how deeply concentrated he is. How he painfully bites into his bottom lip with diligence as he’s fucking you. Your bodies slap together and you can feel arousal dripping down you and onto the bed below. 

You feel like Taehyung loses himself in the rush of sex, he’s in a different mindset when he’s trying to fuck.

A few more thrusts of his hips and you’re warning him again, hands shooting out to touch his chest, his arms, his face.

“Ah! Tae!”

“Yeah?” He pants from above, never looking directly at you as he prefers to watch the way he disappears inside your cunt. His thumb runs rampage on your clit and your body visibly shakes from the sensation. “Are you going to cum around me?”

You feel your face burn hot at the question. Embarrassing or not, he knows exactly what is happening and calls you out on it.

Breathlessly, you nod your head with a whine. A quiet sob leaves your pretty lips as an all-consuming pleasure rushes through your entire being. Like raging rapids on a river, unpredictable and uncontrollable, your orgasm smacks into you in constant, erratic waves. Taehyung continues to dive his cock deep into you, battling you through the thrashing your body does from the sputtering joys going on inside.

His bangs now hang in front of his eyes, his mouth parted in awe as half a smirk creeps up on his face. His eyes never leave your wet cunt, greedily watching the way it spreads open for his cock to penetrate.

“That’s it, baby –” Taehyung straightens himself up. The new angle allows him to control the demanded amount of weight he desires behind each, juicy, thrust. You watch the way his stomach stretches and flexes as he thrusts into you. Beautiful, toned and tanned skin, showing off the edges of muscle that hides underneath it. “– Take this cock again.”

Your leg is hung around his shoulder as the other wraps around his thin waist. With each push of his hips into the back of your thighs your voice leaves your mouth. Every time the blunt head of his cock kisses your deepest parts, your sounds heighten.

“Sh-Shit!” You squeak.

Below, the bed groans with each punishable plunge. Taehyung’s urgency is there, his pace never faltering – not for a second. His hand snakes up your chest to your neck, fingers steadily curling around before squeezing. Taehyung watches for your reaction, any disgruntled noise or signs of discomfort. But nothing resembles that from the way your eyes flutter shut and your open mouth turns into an upturned smile.

The pressure of Taehyung’s fingers tighten the closer he draws near his orgasm. Your mouth gasps open from the pressure of Taehyung’s digits compressing against the sides of your neck, hips jutting straight into you with a sharp thrust. You let out a choked groan, but it’s blocked from vocalizing it fully.

Heat swarms the two of your bodies, it’s disgustingly hot and sticky but it makes it feel all the dirtier. Sweat forms on the areas you least care for as you swallow thickly. Taehyung choking you evidently makes you feel light headed, but it’s something that has always turned you on.

Taehyung’s eyes flicker up to you, he must have sensed some discomfort as he releases the hold on your neck only slightly. The fresh air that travels through your airways feels generous, a gift from Taehyung. He leans down, bending your body with him as he pistons his cock into your cunt.

A tender kiss surprises you, draws you back to him while his palm still presses against the column of your neck. His powerful thrusts become more precise, slow but hard. Your walls clamp down hard on him. Each melodic moan rings desperately in his ears; your begging words call for him to cum.

“P-Please cum,” you whisper. 

“Shit – gah!” Taehyung grunts into your shoulder, arms propping around you to anchor himself as he is sent into overdrive. Your leg is hoisted up, displaying your pussy fully to him as he thrusts into you from above.

You hear his choked moans as his thrusts turn sloppy. The squelching between the two of you is dirty, slippery liquid allowing you two to fuck so effortlessly. 

Suddenly, Taehyung pulls out. Leaving you empty too fast for your liking. His cock slides between your cream-slicked lips while he cries your name. Chanting it like a mantra. While warm ropes of white cum dress your stomach. Like a beaded pearl chain. Taehyung empties his entire release on you, spilling his seed as it spurts out of his cock head as he continues to pin you down.

It takes a moment for the two of you to calm down. Taehyung frees your leg when he moves off of you, sitting back on his heels as his dick softens. There’s a moment of silence as he contemplates his next action.

“Can I… stay here?”

You lean up, ignoring the drizzle of cum dressing your stomach and tits and shift your body closer to Taehyung. 

You raise your hand to his face again, eyes wandering the scraps that cut into his skin. “Yes, you can. But please tell me what happened to you.”

“I can’t,” he grumbles to himself. You sense his dejection as he begins moving off the bed, searching the floor for his discarded clothes.

“Tae, please,” you plead as your hand catches his wrist. You pull him back to you with a desperate whine, “Don’t do this! Don’t run away! Tell me what you can tell me.”

His downcast eyes never look up at you even when you pull his face toward you. “You don’t have to leave… Just stay here and let me clean you up,” you attempt to reason with him. “You look exhausted.”

“Y/n,” he cuts you off. “I can’t let you know.”

“Promise me you won’t disappear again.”

Your voice cracks in the middle of your sentence from the hoarseness of your throat. You show signs of weakness, hurt. Taehyung catches on and his wide eyes finally glance up to yours. He knows you’re hurting on the inside. You try so hard to get in, but there is a wall Taehyung has built to keep you away. 

“Y/n –”

You press your lips onto his again, giving him no chance to speak. All your love, all those pent up feelings buried deep inside you comes pouring out in this kiss. You hope he knows that seeing him hurt and torn also affects you. How your heart has room for him and it fills with pain whenever he’s gone.

He reciprocates your passionate kiss until it melts into a sweet, tenderized one. Where you can feel the heat of the cut on the bottom of his lip against yours and taste the sadness he emits.

You whisper softly as you slowly pull away from him, hands holding his cheeks delicately. “Stay here. I’m not trying to scare you, I just…”

Taehyung lifts his hands to grab yours, intertwining his fingers to hold your hands. He breathes slowly, eyes closing in defeat. It’s the least he can give you.

“I’ll stay.”

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[depressedhouseplant]

Cops & Robbers Read Along: Chapter 3

You can read the chapter here

There’s not much to this chapter honestly. I introduce another character (Sunwoo) and continue to beat the reader over the head with the fact Juyeon is in love with Younghoon. 

“What kind of fucked up shit have you gotten into that you had to call me?” Sunwoo asked when he picked up the phone. 

This is me answering the phone sometimes, ngl.

“Come over here. This is an encrypted line, but I don’t trust anything at this point,” Juyeon said. 

“Or I could just come over now before I start and set up in that faraday cage you call a basement,” Sunwoo replied.

This would be me justifying Juyeon having an x-ray machine in his basement. 100%

“How do you know what I smell like?” Younghoon asked.

“We’ve been in each other’s personal space enough. I bet you’d notice if I smelled like hospital,” Juyeon pointed out.

“I suppose you’re right,” Younghoon conceded. 

“Of course I’m right. I might send someone over to get your soap and shampoo. I need you smelling right,” Juyeon grinned.

“I’m not allowed to use your stuff?” Younghoon poked him.

“I won’t be responsible for my actions if you start smelling like me,” Juyeon said.

“You and I both know you’d control yourself because you didn’t want to hurt me. You went up the stairs at a snail’s pace,” Younghoon called his bluff.

This exchange was inspired by a since hidden or deleted Jumil mafia fic that I loved. Fortunately, I saved it to my Kindle so I’ll have it for as long as I have that Kindle, but there was an exchange in that fic regarding Hyunjae accidentally using Juyeon’s body products. I don’t think that technically counts as plagiarism, though.

“Technically you aren’t supposed to give shots in the ass anymore. Something about nerve damage,” Juyeon gently pressed the skin to find the correct spot. “Little pinch.”

This is actually medically correct information. I don’t always get things wrong. Just mostly.

“I don’t talk about it much, but I watched my dad die. He’d been shot by a rival gang and was brought back here. They couldn’t do anything for him so I watched him die on the couch,” Juyeon told him. 

“How old were you?” Younghoon tightened his grip around Juyeon’s waist. 

“Thirteen,” Juyeon whispered. 

Tragic backstory, part one. And maybe foreshadowing. Who knows? I don’t.

“Have I ever lied to you?” Juyeon asked. Younghoon reached up and traced the scar on Juyeon’s collarbone. Kevin had offered him multiple methods to fade it, but Juyeon refused. It was a reminder of the person who refused to let him go. 

“Never,” Younghoon answered. 

“Then sleep, darling,” Juyeon nuzzled the other man’s hair.

Trying to sell his feelings like the rent’s due.

[urlexaprohoe]

Somewhere only we know - Part 1

Tommy reunites with his childhood best friend, sending him back to old feelings he swore to leave behind.

Warnings: None

1035 words

- 1897 -

“Come on, Tommy!” Y/N turned around and grinned at the boy below her while she proceeded to climb up the little hill. He rolled his eyes and tried to catch up, failing to do so. She had always been the faster kid.

“Wait for me!” “A snail would’ve caught up by now!” Tommy pushed her a little as he arrived at the top of the hill. “I hate you.” Y/N pushed back and grabbed his hand to pull him with her, making him blush a little. Tommy didn’t like girls, they were complicated and weird. But Y/N was a bit different, she wanted to spend time with him playing in the woods, unlike his sister Ada. Sometimes he felt a tingly feeling in his stomach when she grabbed his hand but he tried to ignore the feeling, not sure what to make of it.

Two big trees started to come closer and closer and one could start to make out the wooden platform built in between the trees. Tommy and Y/N had spent all summer building it and even though it wasn’t very big, they were really proud of it. Tommy let go of her hand and climbed up the tree. When he got up, he looked back down at his friend who was patiently waiting for him. The boy needed to chuckle. “Still scared?” “Shut up, Tommy!” Y/N crossed her arms and turned away which made Tommy grin even more. “Come on now.” He put out his hand and after a few seconds of being grumpy, Y/N finally grabbed it and he pulled her up.

Both of them enjoyed the view of the woods. Birmingham wasn’t the best place for a little kid to grow up. Every time they tried to play in the streets, they witnessed some kind of gang fight. Tommy would always try to protect Y/N, even if he himself was scared.

“When I grow up, I want to be a princess.” Tommy laughed at Y/N, which earned him a little push. “You’re stupid.” “No, YOU’RE stupid. You can’t become a princess, you’re born a princess, idiot.” His opposite shook her head. “No! I’m gonna find a prince to fall in love with and then I’ll become a princess, you’ll see!” “Who would want to fall in love with you?” Y/N pushed him once again, this time a little harder.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice echoed through the woods, making the both of them flinch. It didn’t take long for them to figure out who was calling out for her and Tommy helped his friend down. Her smile was gone, she was just staring on the ground, not letting go of his hand.

“There you are! How many times do I have to tell you that playing in the woods is too dangerous for a girl like you!” Y/N’s mother harshly grabbed the hand of her daughter and looked at Tommy. “I’ll have a word with your parents, young man! And now come with me.” She grabbed Tommy by his shirt and pulled both of them with her.

Tommy grinned at Y/N while imitating her yelling mother, making her chuckle quietly. “When I’m a princess, I’ll play in the woods with you!” Y/N’s mother looked down at her, raising her eyebrows. “You’re dreaming too much.”

- 1919 -

Everybody in the street seperated, whispering to each other while making space. “I heard that they didn’t pay for protection this month… Poor people just couldn’t afford it…” “Don’t be stupid! They just didn’t want to pay, you’ll see what they get for messing with the Peaky Blinders!”

Tommy ignored the people talking as he entered the little pub in one of the side streets. It looked worn down, they clearly didn’t make a whole lot of money. After waiting for a bit, he cleared his throat, making the owner of the pub come out of his hiding spot. “Mr. Shelby, I’m so sorry…” “You’re in debt. I’m here to talk about it.”

He slowly sat down, looking at Tommy with shaking hands. “We really couldn’t afford it… It won’t ever happen again, I promise…” Tommy sat down in front of him and nodded. “No need to be worried, I just want to talk about your business.” The man’s face relaxed and he leaned back. “Well, you see… Not a lot of people come here these days… When we decided to open this pub a few years ago, business was better…but nowadays, people tend to go to the busier places…”

“Who are you talking to?” Panic started to once again set in on his face. “No one, darling! Just go back inside, it doesn’t matter!” An older woman walked into the pub, stopping as soon as she saw Tommy.

There wasn’t a world where he wouldn’t recognize those eyes, this face.

“You’ve become some man, Thomas.” The man in front of Tommy turned around, almost falling out of his chair. “I see you’re remarried. How is your daughter?” Y/N. The only thing on his mind right now. All of the memories were rushing through Thomas’ mind while he was trying to remain collected.

“Don’t you have more important business to do than bothering a couple of old people?” Tommy stood up. Of course she wouldn’t answer his question, she never liked him. He looked back down at the man who now had a shocked look on his face, staring at his wife.

“Your debts are being paid for.” And without another word, he walked out. As he reached the door, he heard their muffled voices. “How dare you talk to him like that, do you want to get us killed!” “Oh, calm down! I have dragged this boy through the woods once!”

Tommy had to smile a little. Y/N’s mother had always been brave and strong since she had to raise her daughter alone. He wondered where she was. It wasn’t like he had forgotten about the young woman, it had just been easier to distract himself from trying to find her after he had gone away to France.

As he opened the wooden door, his look met a familiar pair of eyes. There it was again, this tingling feeling.

“Y/N.”

[norourlj0s-blog]

Psst For Baiken please!

Send “Psst” for 10 Things My Muse has said About Yours Behind Their Back

1. “He’s probably the most visually interesting person around here, and that’s saying something.”2. “He’s? A little bit abrasive, but he’s relatively nice to me…”3. “I like being able to visit with him, but I really wish he’d be more careful out there.”4. “Damn, he can bake… like, super well. I’m craving more of his food but it’d probably we weird and impolite to ask…”5. “He caught me dancing around with Oliver once. I don’t think I’ll ever live that down.”6. “Baiken really doesn’t smile much, but when he does it’s… nice.”7. “His tattoos are breathtaking. It’s unfortunate all the scarring has covered them up.”8. “I think he’s hurting a lot more than he leads on.”9. “I feel a little bit safer when he’s around.”10. “He just kind of has that weathered look to him– like he’s seen lots of shit. He seems tired.”

@mylittlemusebox

[dailyadventureprompts]

Hey so I sorta wanna run some players in a more video game esque game where they fund and run a tavern with loot from dungeon raiding and was wanting some town events. If you could id like them to be more comedic and light weight while still having combat. Thanks a ton! I love your stuff ^-^

Adventure: Over a Barrel 

I've got a story to tell you fine people, and get this, it all started In a tavern....

Setup: As Taverns go, the Broken wheel has seen better days, victim of a bad streak of luck and series of even worse owners that've driven the once prosperous and beloved establishment to ruin.

Still, the bones of the building are sound, and where prosperity reigned once, they may indeed reign again. Perhaps luck will turn for the Broken Wheel now that it's fallen into the party's hands... alternatively they might just be bowled over by it, as so many are when plunging into the world of business.

Adventure Hooks:

Running a tavern requires more than just possessing beds, food, and alcohol and having people pay you for access to them. Specifically, you must possess a tavern keeper's license, which is usually bought from the crown ( or similar authority) with an upfront payment for a length of years. If the party happens to have spent all their money buying and repairing the structural damage of the tavern itself, they may need to strike a deal with a local criminal organization, minor noble, prosperous merchant, or sinister crossroads figure

While townsfolk are glad to have a place to sell their homebrew ale, the party will need to branch out and make some contacts if they want to liven up their menu. The local brewer's guild is VERY PROTECTIVE of their profits, and uses their pull with the provincial overseer to restrict competition and the success of establishments that don't pay their hefty prices. Perhaps a local vintner, or upstart group of moonshiners could come to the party's aid in this regard.

Some crusty old dude with a floppy hat and a mangey bird has been hanging around the tavern’s shadiest corner, meeting with sellswords and vagabonds, whispering about “destiny”,  and “lost treasure”. As it turns out, this gnarled con-artist is pretending to be a wizard and suckering young adventuring groups into treasure hunting for him. If the party buys into his tricks, they may end up doing the old man’s dirty work for him.  

Bad luck seems to suffuse the Broken wheel, ranging from the dire-rats the party will need to fight off upon moving in, to barstools and tables that break and the most inopportune time, to supplies that spoil far quicker than they should. Stranger things too, like the fact that the building seems to spontaneously generate snails whenever it rains, or the fact that on nights with no other patrons, the ghost of an old barfly always appears for last call, invariably disapearing before paying his tab. Questioning the locals ( or perhaps the ghost) may be the key to unlocking the origin of this bad luck, and may provide a clue on how to stop it.

Future Adventures:

When a lead brings the party to the local harbor with a lead on someone willing to offload some premium rum, they end up running face first into a gang of cut-throats looking to confiscate the ship, cargo and all.

Getting the ghost to talk isn't that difficult, it's getting him to stay on task that's the challenge. The party must walk a fine line between keeping the spirit in good spirits with the application of spirits, and getting him too drunk to the point where he passes out and deapperates. This process may take some trial and error, and the ghost can be a mean drunk if angered, but if properly lubricated he'll let it slip that the Broken wheel's misfortunes began after a certain hafling bard was snubbed, charged full price for her drink but only poured half a glass. Her confrontation with the proprietor escalated into heated word and then some good old fashioned slurs on the barman's part, ending with the halfling tossed out on her ear, snapping her lute in the process.

The barfly overheard all this go on because he was outside the door sleeping off his latest binge, and awoke just in time to see the bard dust herself off and lay such a curse on the bar that it still haunts him to this day ( literally). As it turns out, the halfling goddess Yondalla governs luck, plenty, prosperity, and princely in this case: Hospitality. By denying the bard the latter, the goddess has denied the broken wheel and it's owners all the former. Perhaps by doing some good deed for the goddess of the hearth and harvest, the party will be able to reverse their fortunes once and for all.

Art

[prozd]

Bones of the Forgotten

For those unaware, when I was 12 years old, I used to write very gritty Mario fanfiction.  The only reason this exists is because we hit a charity milestone for Extra Life (which by the way you can still donate to here: https://www.extra-life.org/participant/450294)

I decided to write the sort of fanfiction that 12 year old me would've enjoyed writing, so here is my love letter to my youth.

A question block can come in handy in a variety of ways.  You just gotta know how to scrap it down.  Easily done enough with a precision focus Fire Flower blowtorch.  The first thing you gotta do is realize there's nothing bringing that sonuvabitch down; those fuckers float in the air forever no matter how much you push or pull 'em.  Instead, you gotta carve off pieces from it as it's floating up there. Awkward at first, but by the fiftieth time, it's fucking clockwork.

Melt down the pieces and you've got the golden goo perfect for crafting all sorts of nasty tools.  A bat made from question block has just enough lightness for a easy swing, but just enough density to still effectively break a kneecap.  A blade still won't pierce, say, a Chain Chomp, but it can at least pierce most Koopa shells.  Plus, some people just like the gold color; they think it looks sick.

I personally think the best use of question block goo is making bullets out of it.  They're denser than most others and they maintain their speed for longer. The only downside is they stand out if you leave them in a body at a crime scene, but that's irrelevant as long as you're cleaning up your messes properly.  If anyone had the time and resources to search the bottom of the sea near Rogueport Docks, I imagine you'd find a glittering trove of golden bullets scattered among the bones of the forgotten.

One of those bullets dances idly through my fingers as I listen to one of my subordinates, a Craw with the quite frankly unfortunate name of Garf, lament about his recent mistreatment by the Syndicate.

"Ishnail, they just stomped the shit out of us!  Gus and I, we weren't doin' NOTHIN' and those leafy fucks attacked us.  Everyone knows the Plaza's neutral territory, we gotta DO somethin' about this."

Craws get a bad rap, in my opinion.  They get labeled as savage, but I've always found them to be much more thoughtful than people would assume.  Even in this moment, as my eyes gaze upon Garf's tattered, bloodied vest and bandana, and his curved beak squawks in rage, I notice the slightest trace of tears at the very edges of his eyes.  Aw.

"Let me ask you one question, Garf."  Out of respect, Garf immediately goes silent. Again, thoughtful.  "Were you and Gus carrying your spears?"

"I......I mean.....we have to, it's part of Craw culture...."

"I'm well aware, but Garf, I'm sure YOU'RE well aware that no weapons are allowed in the Plaza.  I mean, at the very least, keep a goddamn gun hidden in your pocket, don't wave a fucking SPEAR around.  You're just asking for the Piantas to give you a beating."

I get up from the dingy sofa I've been lounging on and dust myself off.  "But I can't have Don Pianta thinking it's okay to fuck up my guys.  I'll have to have a word with the ol' mustachioed fuck."  I pat Garf on the cheek and wipe a tear away with my thumb.  He nods in appreciation.

I motion to two of my subordinates, a scrappy looking Goomba named Goomfrey and a laidback Hammer Brother named Hamma.  We step outside HQ and into the bustling, grimy streets of Rogueport's east side.  

As long as I've lived in Rogueport, it's always carried the smell of the sea in the air.  It's a welcome scent to me, having grown up in the Seaside Kingdom.  My mom was a Bubblainian; she raised me when my deadbeat Koopa dad left us, and what she gave me was the snail shell on my back and a love for the water.  Merchants shouting and the occasional "STOP, THIEF!" ring out as my muscle and I make our way through the Plaza.  We pass the gallows where the Shadow Queen's corpse was supposedly hung from one thousand years ago.  Fittingly gruesome lore for a city filled with murderous rat-bastards.

A sickly sweet scent starts to mingle with the smell of the sea and garbage I'm used to. It's an indication that we're entering the west side of Rogueport. Sure, it's a much tidier area than where the Robbos and I live; there may be fancy-ass things like "flowers" and "benches," how hoity-toity.  You can put lipstick on a Li'l Oink, but it still smells like shit.

We walk into Westside Goods.  There's no need for the customary password; Peeka, the Boo shopkeeper, knows why I'm here.  She opens up the back door, and we walk up the stairs in the back alley to Don Pianta's office.

"Ishnail, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Don Pianta stands behind his desk; as much as I hate to admit it, his presence is overwhelming.  "And you brought friends, too?" he notes as he sees Goomfrey and Hamma.

If you want to live long in Rogueport, every time you enter a room, you have to mentally gauge 1. the quickest way to escape, 2. who you may need to disable and/or kill to escape, and 3. how easy that's all going to be.  Two giant yellow Pianta in suits stand guard at both sides of the Don's desk. A blue Pianta in a white suit, the Don's underboss Frankie, closes the door behind us.  

Piantas are not easy to injure, let alone kill; I know this from years of tangling with the Don's gang.  The little palm trees and skirts would make you think otherwise, but Piantas are naturally built like fucking dump trucks and hit just as hard.  Hamma's a Glitz Pit fighter, and I've seen what he can do with that hammer.  Goomfrey gets underestimated for his species, but his reputation precedes him; he has bitten off more fingers than your average Rogueportian.  Still, a fight against four Piantas, even with my question block bullets, would be brutal.  It's telling that you never see a Pianta with a weapon because nothing will kill you faster than simply their own fists.

"Your men attacked mine, Don.  And for what, carrying spears?  You and I both know that's bullshit."

"My men....have been on edge.  Your little Bandit friends have been scuttling around, picking too many pockets they shouldn't be.  Keep that shit on the East Side where it belongs, and we'll be fine."

As Don Pianta talks, he habitually cracks his knuckles.  Out of all the Piantas in the syndicate, Don Pianta is truly a mammoth; his muscles are barely contained by the suit he's wearing.  Honestly, if he wasn't my ultimate arch-nemesis in this town, shit, I'd fuck him.  I like my men beefy.

"Alright, Don.  I'll tell my boys to keep their weapons out of the plaza.  You and I both know no one benefits if we fight in the streets.  Bad business for both your establishments and mine.  Let's keep things quiet."

"Agreed," The Don extends a giant hand.  I shake it firmly.

I turn to leave with my muscle in tow.  As I open the door to leave, I hear a whisper.

"Get your slimy shell outta here, you fuck."

I pause.  I give Goomfrey the look, and he smirks.  Goomfrey's eyes quickly dart and I know he's already memorizing every little detail about the yellow Pianta who whispered the insult.  Without another word, I close the door behind me.

---

There's one more use for question block goo I forgot to mention.  It's perfect for weighing things down.  

I breathe in the salty seaport air; it's particularly sweet tonight.  The golden bullet dances between my fingers; I know it's a bad habit, but it's fun to fidget with.  It'll go to good use though.  I load it into my Fire Flower pistol with a few others and carefully attach the silencer.

"Now, listen, uh...what was his name again?"

"Paulie," says Goomfrey, standing to my side with a grin.

"That's right, Paulie.  I'm a pretty patient person, I think most people including your boss would agree, but I've got a real sore spot about the shell, ya know?  It's just, it reminds me of my dear old ma, and I love her to bits.  You understand, right?"

There is no response from Paulie due to his crushed windpipe courtesy of Hamma's hammer.  Quite frankly, I'm impressed he's still conscious from the pain.  He looks up at me from his crouching position eyes filled with hate, his hands and feet encased in reforged golden question blocks.  Piantas are heavy, so four blocks worth is safest.

"I did promise the dear Don that I'd keep things quiet, so let's cut to the chase." I point the gun at his forehead and before he can react, I fire three shots.  There's no need to prolong this shit; I'm not a sadist. Hamma and Goomfrey pick up the body and toss it off the port into the sea.

"For what it's worth, boss," says Hamma in a low, pleasant baritone.  "I like your shell.  Looks good on ya."

"Aww, thanks."

[lunaticsandidiots]

Could I request some belch huggins cuddling headcanons

YES YOU CAN MY BBY

- this guy is definitely a cuddler

- at first, it’d take him a while to feel comfortable enough to go all ‘soft on ya’ like henry says, worried he’d lose tough points or whatever

- he was under the assumption that you fell for his ‘bad boy’ status, which was part of it, but it was moreso the sweet, charming man underneath the facade

- hes a sucker for pda, an arm around your shoulder, his hand in your back pocket as you roam the streets of derry

- it made him feel cool and tough to have a true beauty on his arm

- but tough or not, this man was MADE for bear hugs

- seriously, look at him

- once, after a shitty week, you snaked your arms around his waist, your head settled into his chest as you let out a big sigh

- his muscular arms enveloped you in the warmest, tightest hug either of you have ever experienced

- and in that moment, he knew he was fucked

- more and more often, he’d stand behind you and drape his arms over your shoulders, chin rested on the top of your head as you hung out by your locker or waited for the rest of the gang in front of amy

- but behind closed doors this boy is WHIPPED

- sure he’ll get a rush from driving donuts in the junkyard, lighting trash on fire and boozing it up

- but his heart is truly lightest when you’re wrapped in his arms

- or he’s wrapped in yours

- tired? CUDDLE

- happy? CUDDLE

- sad? CUDDLE

- horny? fuck CUDDLE

- after the deed is his favourite kind of cuddle

- sweaty and tired and finished up, his chest ends up pressed against your back

- you can feel his snail trail and his chest hair tickling your skin, and even though you’re sweaty and panting, neither of you could care less

- a good 80% of the time you guys fall asleep like that, his muscular arms wrapped protectively around you, breathing slowly synching up

- luckily lying on his side means less snoring

- sometimes you guys will wake up and he’s since rolled on his back, pulling you with him to use his chest as a pillow, his forearm fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck

- but sometimes, if you’re very lucky, he’ll wake up as little spoon.

- he wont acknowledge it, but he’s going to milk it for every second he thinks you’re asleep

- you’ve gotten very good at pretending to sleep

- eventually he can’t take it any more - leaving the little spoon to chance and you find your arm (lovingly) yanked to rest in the dip of his waist, hand tickling his snail trail

- you hear a tiny whisper as you fall asleep

- “i love you babe”

[jesuisgourde]

gay/queer references in Peter’s journals

Again, I have probably missed stuff due to going through pretty quickly and also due to having stared at this document for so long, everything has kind of blurred together.

Sometime close to the day that Carlos & I watched 'Love And Death on Long Island' (and afterwards paraded through the tea rooms of Picadilly) we both filled in application forms and were tres excited to be invited to the same group 'interview' - twas more like an audition though. I got the part. Carlos never. This did not bring any animosity - we both know that success for either of us is magnified a million times if it is shared by us both.

from 'A Diamond Guitar' by Truman Capote "Except that they did not combine their bodies or think to do so, though such things were not unknown at the (Prison), they were as lovers. Of the seasons, spring is the most shattering: stalks thrusting through the earth's winter-stiffened crust, young leaves cracking out on old left-to-die branches, the falling asleep wind cruising through all the newborn green. And with Mr Schaeffer it was the same, a breaking up, a flexing of muscles that had hardened. It was late January. The friends were sitting on the steps of the sheep house, each with a cigarette in his hand. A moon thin and yellow as a piece of lemon rind curved above them, and under its light, threads of ground frost glistened like silver snail trails. Tico Feo had been drawn into himself - silent as a robber waiting in the shadows."

Then a meet with Bounds Green's African prince outside whitechapel tube, rugged lookies at I in military attire & to a ruptured Albion rooms tidied in hours and now lids drawn heated on the eyes. A young looking fella has a crush on me.

Jackie/Camillia/Marie/Kate/Chris/V. churchill Jackie/Evelina/Jasmine/Sachi/Dalston/Sussie Sandra/Carlene/FP/Jay/Dalston/Kraut

There sat a young black man, perhaps in his early or middle twenties. He looked for all the world like the archetypal rude boy. Clean, cheap reebok, nike, adidas variously rolled, laced & zipped about his lean, spreadeagled body that hung loosely about the waiting room chair. Gold & tattoos adorned his person, and a blank animal look was attached to his clear face. He sat before me in a row of four empty chairs, staring at polished floor or the mundane television. A balding white man minced in & all perceptions were suddenly proven to be false as they embraced and snuggled up to each other, giggling & whispering & touching each others noses.... very much in love, fingers crossed for the blood tests.

[Image: an article from Gay Times of an interview with Peter. For some reason, the portrait included alongside the article is of Carl wearing a grey and black t-shirt.] Name? Peter Doherty Age? 22 Where are you? I'm on the motorway just north of Southampton. What kind of day are you having? (Vaguely) Erm... quite misty. Something's waiting around the corner, but there are no corners on the motorway, so we'll just have to wait and see what lies ahead. Maybe something will happen tonight.... What's this we hear about you once being a rent boy? Well, when times are hard, duty calls. How long ago was it? When I was 19, about three years ago. How do we know this isn't just a Shaun Ryder-type lie? 'Cause if it was, it would make me a complete scumbag and I'm not, and I'm not interested in that kind of pantomime. It wasn't a very happy time. I didn't really enjoy it. Why did you give it up? (grimly) Well, certain people disappeared... and anyway, ultimately I found myself no longer in such a vulnerable position anymore. Dawn broke, and I realised that it was a beautiful world after all. Have you done any other dodgy jobs? All of us in the band have tried to deal, but it's not good if you like the drugs too much. You just end up using them yourself! I once was a gravedigger. I used to do it with my mate in Willesden Green cemetery. We didn't actually do the digging, a machine did that, but we used to have to fill them in. It was pretty grim work. So are you gay then? Love is love, wherever it comes from. I'm not anything, really. I am a very sexual person but... I dunno, I believe in liberty... The Marquis de Sade has a lot to answer for... Do you get a lot of gay fans? Yeah - well, there's one guy in particular. He's very shy and he follows us around. He brings in letters and cards and stuff, but he's very quiet. I think John (the bassist) is the main pulling power in the band. Are you jealous about that? Nah! I've known him too long.

You know I'm alright i dont even care i like it when they stare & stare call me queer, dear oh dear a million things & what I wear He's real hard when he's with his mates but I'll saw him again & he was too late

Dear NME I'd have thought after the Gay Times piece, the interview with Rapture fanzine & our recent gig at the Slum Club everything would be clear. No it still remains to give a big hearty fuck off to all these twisted suburban types calling me a liar. Vulnerable young men & women all over the world find themselves victims of circumstance.

she was dressed in suit & tie & lightly etched-on moustache. 'I've always wanted to kiss a bird in the back of a taxi.' she says, running her hand up the fishnet ladders of my thigh. Stepping onto the front line in Bow puddles, elevators, buzzing doors,

[Image: the original page in the book has been preserved. Two paragraphs have been boxed off with biro. They read:] “...cast Richard Burton and Rex Harrison as bickering queer barbers and then much more uncompromisingly in William Friedkin's adaptation of The Boys in the Band (1970), which introduced some of the plainer four letter words in the English language to the screen for the first time. 'Who,' asks Cliff Gorman, in his brilliant portrayal of the most effeminate of the homosexual group as they gather for a soul-searching party, 'Who do you have to fuck to get a drink around here?' Other homosexual manifestations to occur in movies around this time included an elliptical but unmistakeable male fellatio scene in John Schlesinger's Midnight Cowboy (1969) when Jon Voight, as a broke and disillusioned Texas stud importunes in a New York cinema....”

[Image, top left: a blurry photo of John onstage, playing bass. Image, top right, sideways: a photo of the band onstage. Carl and John are on the left, sharing a mic. Peter is on the right, playing guitar and singing into his own mic. Image, centre left: a torn photo of Peter sitting in a chair, shirtless, playing guitar. Only his bottom half from the chest down is visible. Image, centre left: a torn photo of Peter sitting in a chair, shirtless, playing guitar. Only his top half from shoulders up is visible. Image, bottom left: a torn fragment of a photo. What looks like a denim-clad knee and a yellow carrier bag are visible. Image, bottom middle: a photo of someone's knee in torn jeans, taken from under a table. Image, bottom right: a torn photo of Carl in a black sleeveless shirt, posing with his fingers in his mouth.] [A paragraph from the original page of the book has been left exposed and boxed off with black biro. It reads:] “The Boys in the Band was displaced by an immeasurably more powerful portrayal of homosexual groups, Fortune and Men's Eyes (1971). Set in a Quebec prison, this disturbing, factually based drama vividly recounted the corrupted of a heterosexual convict trapped in a tough, potentially vicious homosexual society. In one horrifying scene, a weak, put-upon prisoner is gang-banged by his fellow inmates; in another, the 'hero' is blackmailed by his cellmate into accepting him as his lover for the duration...”

Like a cat on a hot tin roof Like a macho man in a roomful of poofs I have tried in my way to be free.

[Written in Peter's handwriting] Jerome... is that how it's spelt? [Written in someone else's handwriting] Yes it is [Written in Peter's handwriting] Can I read you something? [Written in someone else's handwriting] Yes please.....

I insist, new book of Albion, befuddled by drugs I may yes about 2 but I do not miss out entirely on the subtleties of the inhuman relation ships that are this the mainstay of my stay here in one bounce of a loaf. Boys are fooled into fooling with boys. [...]

More general references/some extra explanations:

“The boy looked at Johnny” is a line from Patti Smith's song “Horses,” part one of a three-part song called “Land.” In the song, a young man named Johnny is assaulted by another man in a locker room; he then mentally journeys to other fantastical lands and visions. A lot of people interpret it as being about gay sex, although some people interpret it as being about a stabbing.

Peter quotes and references Jean Genet's writing and works about Jean Genet many times. While Genet's works are nearly all about crime and prison (one of Peter's main interests and points of fascination), all of his works are very explicitly gay. The Thief's Journal is more about Genet's various lovers than it is about his criminal history. Our Lady Of The Flowers is about a drag queen and her criminal lovers, and is also extremely erotic.

(“Jerome” is Jerome Alexandre, vocalist of The Deadcuts, who was friends with Peter and Mark Keds.)

[silentprincess17]

A Proposal Gone Awry

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | AO3

Summary: Link has been touring the breadth and width of Hyrule to clear out the remaining monster camps, and soon enough, he reaches Zora’s Domain. Mipha asks him to wait before he heads back to the castle, which he was intending on doing... but some mischievous children may have other plans.

Part 4 (Final)

Mipha floated in the pool, the water cascading in gentle waves over her prone form.

It was the fifth time she had left her own private pools after a prolonged period of recovery. She waded her way through a sea of guilt, shame, mortification, longing, pining and despair. Heartbreak was a painful thing, and it was a shame her Grace couldn’t heal it. Still, her time in almost near seclusion had helped her to come to several key realisations, which she could freely admit after the initial torment and hurricane of emotions drifted into colder water.

Number 1: She realised how much she had fooled herself.

Really, she had never even talked to Link about her feelings, planning to use the armour as her segue on the topic. An armour given at an engagement! What had she been thinking? How had she deluded herself into it?

Number 2: The answer was that she was simply too scared. Too terrified to ever voice her affection for him. And it had all backfired so spectacularly. There were so many signs that she had, simply put, ignored. All the way from Link saving Zelda during their journey, to finding out who they really were: soulmates bound through all of time and fated to be together. Her cheeks coloured, from thinking of all of the ridiculous explanations she had made up in order to continue living in a fantasy she had constructed in her mind.

Number 3: All of this could have been avoided, if she had talked to him properly.

Still, it was too late to regret it now, but with hindsight, she should have done everything differently from the start. She could have saved herself so much pain. The only saving grace she had was that Link thankfully had no idea what was going on. She didn’t even want to consider what would have happened had he realised.

The flow of the water changed, and Mipha instinctively looked up, as Bazz walked in, holding a bloom of Blue Nightshades in his hands. Every day since she had returned from the castle, he came carrying a small bundle of flowers as an apology. He had noticed how reclusive she had become, and the blanket of sadness that covered her like waves covered the ocean. She had reassured him multiple times she wasn’t sad because of his little stunt, and he didn’t need to bring flowers, but the poor boy had taken it to heart.

He had even brought the whole gang over on the first day that she had left her rooms, each of them bearing a gift. Bazz himself had brought her purple hyacinths, which apparently “symbo-bolises forgive-ness”. Gaddison had polished her treasured Lightscale Trident, something which Mipha hadn’t held for over two months. It had felt so good to wield it in her hands again. Rivan had given her a hearty blue snail, whilst Sidon had given her a huge hug, and a pendant that had Vah Ruta engraved into it. She knew her father must have helped him, but she still appreciated the effort he had put in. Once she had hugged him, he had softly whispered in her ear that she was his Hero, and he wanted her to smile again, like this, and he had given her the best gift of all- his trademark smile and pose.

It had made her feel comforted and helped her realise that she had a family here. She had responsibilities. She couldn’t just hide away from the world because she didn’t have the courage to talk to the man she loved, and now he had been taken away.

She was Mipha, Princess of the Zora, a daughter, a sister, a warrior. Yes, Link had played a large part in her motivations. She had always wanted to protect him, ultimately. First by healing his wounds, then by fighting the lynel with him, to finally creating an armour containing a piece of herself. But what she had failed to realise then, and she understood now, was that it wasn’t just all for Link. It was for her Domain, for her people who she would eventually rule over.

After that fourth realisation, it became easier to ease herself out of her rooms. To slowly begin to partake in the council meetings. To swim in her home’s beautiful waterfalls. To allow herself to heal.

She smiled as Bazz shuffled closer, his sword still scrapping the floor with every other step. He held out the peonies he had gathered today, and this time pressed a letter into her hand. She raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything, just shrugged. She flipped it open, and it was about an event at the Flight Range. She read, and reread the short brief,

To all the children in Hyrule,

I, the Great Revali, Champion of the Rito, will be offering free lessons in the all-important field of archery.

Should you want to participate, convince your parents/guardians to bring you this Saturday to the Flight Range.

Teenagers are welcome on the following day and for those who do not possess this basic knowledge, I mean Sunday.

Remember that if you do come, I will expect nothing less of excellence, or at least, the maximal effort to be demonstrated until you achieve said excellence.

Master Revali, Champion of the Rito

Well, she never would have guessed Revali liked children. Or indeed teaching. He… well, she wouldn’t say he was the most patient of the Champions. Still, it was good of him to do… probably. She wasn’t sure he would have many students left after the first session.

But why had Bazz given this to her….? She got her answer when she looked up to Bazz’s huge, silently pleading eyes. She sighed. The children had done a lot for her these past few months. It was the least she could do to supervise them on a short trip. It was highly likely Revali would scare them all away, if she was being honest, which would be the main reason she wouldn’t want to bring them. Still, if they wanted to go, then she would accompany them. It was only right she gave back a little of what they’ve given her.

She smiled as she heard Bazz screaming to the other three and lifted herself out of the pool. She was out of practise with her spear, and she was certain Revali would notice. Not that she cared for his crass comments, especially considering what she had gone through these past two months… but she was still competitive and just in case he asked her to practise like they once used to, she needed to make sure she wouldn’t fail within the first minute.

The children squabbled together on the swim to the Rito Village. They were excited for their first time out exploring Hyrule, and she had to remain vigilant if any one of them decided to pop up for air and sit on the bank to appreciate the views. Whilst she did understand how shockingly green the world must appear to them when compared to the Domain, there were still monsters around, and these children were all her responsibility.

Soon enough they arrived, threaded in amongst the throng of people present in the Flight Range. Revali was at the entrance, by a giant board of names. He held the chalk in his hands as he wrote down the name of each child at a specific time slot, before directing them towards the bonfire that was burning in order to stay warm. From what she could make out, around half of the slots were filled, with lessons starting at 1 pm. As this was the sign up session, no one had been assigned into classes yet. She assumed it would be dependent on the numbers that turned up today…

She made sure the children were organised in file row by age, with the eldest first, (Gaddison, Bazz, Rivan and Sidon) before she approached Revali.

He merely nodded at her, wrote down the four names and directed her in much the same way as everyone else. Well, she wasn’t expecting favouritism, but surely in light of their history he could- wait- actually… What did she want him to do? She had only had a few training sessions with Revali, and aside from the battles they had fought together, she had rarely interacted with him. He didn’t tend to stay for the informal sessions they had as Champions, and, as he rubbed a lot of their group the wrong way, she had never paid much attention as to why that was.

She only smiled, asked if he needed any help, “No thank you, Mipha. Just head to the bonfire.” And Mipha understood his curt dismissal. He looked stressed, and she wouldn’t want to exacerbate that.

After a couple of hours, it was the Zora children’s turn. All of them headed off towards the Flight Range, were given basic instructions in how a bow works by Revali, and a brief guide into using a paraglider as an emergency safety check. The main benefit of practising at the Flight Range was that even if they slipped, or lost control, the wind was so strong it would buffet them in the air until Revali himself would pick them up. Anyway, no one would be flying out unless they fell; the first lessons would take place on the deck whilst aiming at the target just across.

Mipha was not afraid of anything going wrong. She trusted Revali. Despite their differences, Revali would never let any of one of them down.

Gaddison did the best, she adapted well to the new weapon, a swallow bow, managing to hit the inner turquoise ring after five arrow shots, whilst Bazz came in second hitting it after eight. Rivan managed in twelve, and Sidon could only hit the outside ring. He was perhaps too small for this sort of venture. Mipha understood his need to participate though; she knew he really wanted to be accepted into Bazz’s brigade, and she wouldn’t stop him from trying to fit in.

Whilst the children were firing at the target, she came to stand by Revali. He was intently focussed, but she thought she could perhaps try to get him to relax a little.

“This is a really good thing you’re doing Revali… training the next generation of potential archers.”

He fixed his emerald eyes on her, funny, how she had never noticed the startling colour before, “Well thank you, Mipha. Not all of us are handed our legacies. I have to make my own.”

She paused… hesitated a little as she thought over what he meant. It was true: she had never realised but all of the other Champions were in positions of power. She was a Princess, Urbosa was Chief of the Gerudo, Daruk was Chief of the Gorons. Zelda was Princess of Hyrule, and Link was Captain of her Royal Guard team. Except for Revali. His only title was Champion… “Perhaps that is a good thing. Self-made legacies are the ones that people remember the most.” He didn’t reply, so she asked another question. “How did you come up with the idea of making the Flight Range a training centre?”

He wrapped both arms around his chest, which she read as a little defensive, “Teba. His son, Tulin, trains here. Well. I guess I should say, ‘will’ train here.” He shook his head, “Anyway, I also don’t want to be remembered solely by the Rito for having trained Rito warriors. I want this to be an endeavour that spans across Hyrule. Archery is just as, if not more, important than simple swordplay.”

Ah. There it was. She wisely chose not to say anything else on the matter, “It’s an admirable aim, Revali. And from the volume of people here… I’d say you are in a good position.”

He merely shrugged. “It’s only the first session, Mipha. It would be foolish to assume the same pattern for the future.” He hesitated, looked at her ornamental silver again, before his gaze flickered away onto the children. He cleared his throat, risked another glance at her, before speedily asking, “Why did you change your armour?”

She was about to respond to his initial statement actually, to reassure him that it would work, and that he was a Champion which would undoubtedly make people want their children to be taught by him, but he had caught her completely off-guard. “What do you mean?”

He jabbed a feather at her clasp. “That never used to be there.”

Oh Goddesses. How would she explain such a thing? How had he even noticed such a small difference? “Well, one of the scales needed to go. It happens sometimes.” There. That wasn’t a lie. Technically, the scale had to go, and it didn’t happen often obviously, but she wouldn’t have to explain the ins and outs.

He paused, just for a second, before continuing on, “Is it susceptible to attack?”

“Well, yes-”

He jutted in, “Would you like to train then? It’s important to maintain your defence. Especially with such a pronounced wound that anyone could take advantage of.”

She did not mention the wound was, in fact, sealed completely by the clasp. But she appreciated his offer. It had been so long since she had properly trained with a Champion. And… now actually, she could remember him doing the same thing at the ball. Had he spotted it from then? Had he wanted to ask if she was okay from then? Had he wanted to train… to help her better defend herself from then? She wasn’t sure why she found that surprising, but it felt good to know he cared. “Okay.”

“Monday evening… at the Domain, for your convenience?”

She nodded, and with that, it was the end of the children’s turn. She established what time, exactly, on Monday evening, and invited Revali to come over for dinner. He hadn’t had a chance to visit the Domain properly in all the chaos of the Calamity, but there was no such rush now.

Mipha had a giant pile of things to do, and she tried her best to do it all quickly. First, she dropped the children back to their home familial pools, reassuring their parents that everyone had been well behaved. Then she informed her father that she had invited Revali to dinner so preparations could be made in time. Finally, she visited her Divine Beast, Vah Ruta... She paused at the entrance, smoothing her hand across the door. Ruta was pleased to see her Champion back, and Mipha found herself falling back into her routine of caring: she gave Ruta good clean, and even ended up having a late-night bonding training session to attempt to prepare herself for Monday.

In all her haste to do it all, by the time she finally reached her pools, she was so tired she immediately blacked out.

It was only in the morning that she realised, for the first time that night, in the span of two months, she didn’t think of Link. Of her failed proposal. Of her shame and embarrassment at reading the whole situation so wrongly.

And she finally braved the courage to pull out the package that she hadn’t touched since that evening. She decided it was time to post it to Link. She wrote a short note about completing his armour set, and she didn’t mention anything else. By letting go of it, and subsequently of the feelings that were associated with it, Mipha finally felt lighter than she had for a long time.

She grabbed her Lightscale Trident, keen on getting some practise before Revali came. Who knows, maybe he could teach her some archery too. Whatever it was, she was keen to finally put her trident to some good use again. For the first time in two months, she had something to look forward to… a goal she could achieve.

Perhaps her proposal had gone awry… but it had given her a much needed wake up call.

She was more than a girl who loved a boy.

She was Mipha, Princess of the Zora, Champion of the Zora and of Vah Ruta, a warrior and healer that contributed to the destruction of the Calamity. She was Sidon’s hero, and it was time she lived up to it.

Mipha stepped forward, her Grace poised in her movements, bold, determined, and ready.

[closedafterdark]

Hi can you write a smut for RV Irene where she gets jealous because some females were hitting on her S/o (male)? So she doms (mommy kink)?

What started off as a peaceful date became a beautiful nightmare.

You sat inside a cafe, the interior decor providing an intimate and cozy feeling. The waitress presented you a menu, asking if you were waiting for someone. You told them they'd be here soon. Asking if you wanted to order something in the mean time, you told her to surprise you. Smiling as she took your menu, you kept checking your locked phone. You probably checked it enough times that it would yell at you to stop if it was possible.

You looked at the bag at the seat next to you and smiled. Today an important event was going to happen.

"Here you are sir, a peach green tea and no bake cheesecake" the waitress says to you with a warm smile.

The glass containing the liquid began to form beads of droplets on the outside. As you take it and sip on the amber colored liquid, your throat feels relief on what happens to be a very warm day.

You look around at the various patrons nearby before someone catches your eye. You stand up, waving at them. A woman who has entered the cafe waves back. What she didn’t realize was the wave was not for her but a younger, cute woman instead.

“Oppa!”

“Hi, Heejin. Sooyoung” you said as the shorter of the two women comes and gives you a big hug. Jeon Heejin was a close friend of yours, almost akin to a little sister. Her friend next to her, Ha Sooyoung, was someone you knew from your days together at a dance academy.

“Oppa, I missed you so much! You never want to hangout with us anymore...” Heejin said as she looks up at you, giving you the cutest pout you’ve ever seen.

“Ahh, you’re always so cute Heejin. How are things with everyone, Sooyoungie?” you asked.

Heejin hits your chest softly, refusing to let you go from her embrace.

“They’re good. After you and Yerim broke up, we don’t really see her as much anymore. Last we heard, she changed her number and her hair” Sooyoung replied.

“So you guys are going to help me tonight, right?” you asked the two of them while pinching Heejin’s soft, squishy cheeks. She pouts once more as she tries, and fails to reach yours.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” Sooyoung replied as she gives you a fist bump.

“Heejin, I’m not going anywhere. You can let go of me, I haven’t even hugged Sooyoung yet” you say, laughing at the smaller woman.

“I don’t want to! Oppa’s always too busy for his bunny Heejin” she whined, looking at Sooyoung for support.

“Heejin’s right. The girls all miss you, and as you can see, some of them miss you a lot” Sooyoung said, trying to stifle a laugh.

“You guys know I’ve been busy since our university days. Didn’t you guys say only half of the gang showed up for Jinsoul’s birthday?”

“Oppa wasn’t there either! Heejin was sad” Heejin said to you. You always found yourself charmed by her cuteness.

“I’m sorry, my little bunny. How about this, try to get the girls to come out for bbq and drinks. I’ll pay and we can catch up like old times” you said.

“Really? You mean it, oppa? Yay!” Heejin screamed as she hugged you even tighter.

“I’ll let them know” Sooyoung said, laughing. “What day should I say it’ll be?”

“Tell them Saturday”

As Sooyoung types out a message in the group chat, you look down at Heejin and puff her cheeks together. She made the cutest angry face at you.

“Oppa, we have to go. We’ll see you tonight” Sooyoung said as she puts her phone away. “Come on, Heejin”

“No! Oppa doesn’t want his bunny to leave, right?”

“It’s only a few hours Heejin, you’ll live” you said as she finally let you go from he embrace. You breathed slightly, thankful your bones were no longer being crushed.

“Bye oppa, hope everything goes well” Sooyoung said as you finally gave her a hug.

Heejin runs towards you once more, squeezing you tightly.

“I really missed you, oppa. I hope things go the way you want them to” she said, pushing your shoulder down to give you a long kiss on the cheek. As her lips part with a hard smack, you blush slightly.

“It’s a shame we didn’t end up together” you heard Heejin say, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Sooyoung grabs Heejin by the wrist and drags her away, you wave at both before seeing your girlfriend approaching your table.

“Hey, noona. You’re here”

Bae Joohyun sits on the chair across from you and says nothing. She takes the glass of green tea and chugs it down in one gulp. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she slams the glass on the table. This startles you and several nearby patrons.

“Did you enjoy those two whores throwing themselves at you?”

“Who?”

Joohyun laughs loudly before sighing and giving you the deadliest stare you’ve ever seen.

“Don’t play stupid. I saw that girl hugging you the whole time and kissing your cheek after. Are you pretending to be single behind my back?”

“What? No, noona. You got the wrong idea. They’re just friends”

“Yeah, just friends. I’ve never seen any woman hug a guy for that long”

“Noona, it’s not that big of a deal. They’re my friends from univ-”

“Whatever, I don’t want to hear it. Let’s just go home”

Joohyun stared out the window the whole ride home, except for a brief moment when she typed something on her phone. You wanted to say something, anything. But your mouth couldn’t seem to form words. You debated turning on the radio, but didn’t want to upset her even more.

As the two of you entered your apartment, Joohyun kicked off her heels and went straight to the bedroom. You watched as she got into the bed and covered herself with a blanket.

“Noona, Heejin’s just a friend”

“Don’t you mean, friends with benefits?” Joohyun shot back, removing the covers and staring at you angrily.

“Strictly friends. Heejin had feelings for me before but I shot her down immediately”

“Why did you? She’s pretty cute” Joohyun said quietly.

“She is. But she’s not the woman I fell in love with. You are” you said, holding Joohyun’s tiny hands in your own. Her face turns a rosy tint of pink as she looks away.

“You’re smiling, aren’t you? Hmm?” you say, trying to get her to look at you before she giggles. You tickle Joohyun, causing her to laugh as you grab her in your embrace.

“I love you, noona. No one else” you say, giving her a tender kiss.

She hums in satisfaction after your lips part.

“I’m sorry, baby. I ruined such a nice date” she said, pouting.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault Heejin finds me attractive after all this time”

As the words leave your mouth, you realized the massive mistake you just made. Joohyun’s eyes widen as her face becomes red once again. But this time, it was out of anger and not embarrassment.

“Noona, I-”

A loud smack is heard reverberating across the bedroom as you feel the stinging sensation from where Joohyun’s hand made contact with your cheek. You look at her in surprise as she grabs your body and pushes it on the bed, her hands firmly grasping your wrists.

“Shut up. Tonight, mommy will show you why any other little whores can’t compete with me”

Joohyun gets started right away, sucking on your neck as her hands find the end of your shirt and pulls it upwards. Once your shirt is removed from your body, you help her remove her soft black dress. Joohyun sits before you in a beautiful matching set of a white bra and thong. She kisses your chest, tracing her fingers slightly across your abs. You repay her by starting on her neck, moving your way down as you kiss a circle on her chest before pulling each bra strap down.

“Baby” she moaned.

She wrestled with you slightly before climbing on top of you. Her hair fell down her beautiful face, some of it tickling your chest and shoulders.

“Mommy’s going to fuck you until you can’t walk”

“What’s with the whole mom-”

Joohyun pushes you back onto the bed as she grabs the hemline of your pants and boxers and quickly yanks them down. She frees your legs of them and your socks, tossing them into a far corner of the room. She was a bit more expressive in the bedroom, a juxtaposition to her calm demeanor and stoic face in public. But this time, it seemed different. She had something to prove.

“Look how much you’re already leaking for mommy” she said, as her small hand wraps itself delicately around your cock. “I’m going to drain those balls inside me”

Joohyun’s handjob was a mix of pleasure and agony. She went at a snail’s pace, going up and down as she mixed in twisting her hand in a corkscrew motion. Your breaths got heavier as the mood in the room began to increase in temperature.

“Oh my god” you moaned as she spat on your cock to lubricate it. Her tongue slid from your base up to your tip in solid, clean motions. She glared at you the whole time, watching the mixture of emotions present themselves on your face. Every muscle in your body wanted to scream as her tongue made work of you.

You failed to hear the familiar ringtone of your apartment play as the door closed.

“Oppa, we’re-”

The two women drop the bags they were carrying as they saw you, naked on the bed with Joohyun’s cock in her hand. She turned around, smiling at the both of them.

“So glad you could join us” She said, continuing to stroke your cock.

“Noona, what are they doing here?” you asked, trying to break free. Instead, Joohyun grips your cock even tighter.

“No no no, remember. You have to call me mommy” she said as she stuffed your cock in her mouth, swallowing you whole. You groan loudly as your girlfriend’s throat makes contact with your tip.

“Mommy invited your little Heejin over so she can watch you fuck me. Sooyoung... well, I’m not sure why she’s here, honestly”

“Wouldn’t miss a free show for the world” Sooyoung said as she sat on the bed next to you. “Come here, Heejin”

Heejin shyly approached the bed. You managed to make eye contact with her. Gone was the bright, cheery woman earlier at the cafe. Replacing her was a person who couldn’t look at you for more than a few seconds, sadness welling in her eyes.

Joohyun noticed this and sucked your cock angrily. She bobbed her head up and down quickly as your head was thrown back from pleasure.

“Ahh, I love your dick so much” she moaned, saliva dripping from her mouth. “Do you know how much I love sucking your cock? I can’t go a single day without starting it off with swallowing your load. Sometimes, I get so horny at work I run to the restrooms and touch myself. Thinking of your dick and how good it feels in my mouth, my pussy, my thighs...”

“You’re so vulgar, noona” you replied.

Your face with met with another hard slap on the cheeks, startling Heejin and Sooyoung.

“I told you... to call me mommy. Do these sluts know how many times I’ve sucked your cock?”

“N-no”

“Why not?” she asked as her tongue made circles around your tip. She sucked on it slowly, passionately. “Well, do they at least know how many times I’ve swallowed your cum?”

“T-They don’t know that either... Why would they” you moaned.

“Girls, do you know how hard this oppa of yours fucks me? He fucks me so hard. One time, I couldn’t walk straight for a week”

Sooyoung and Heejin’s faces were turning red, embarrassed by the situation unfolding before them but being slightly turned on from learning about your sex life with Joohyun.

“Fuck my throat, baby” she said to you suddenly.

“What?”

“Put your cock down my throat and show these sluts how much you love mommy’s mouth”

You were a bit shocked by her request before grabbing onto Joohyun’s long black hair and forming a makeshift ponytail. Your other hand grabs her jaw as you pushed her head onto your cock. Her throat tightened up as Joohyun’s hands grabbed the bed sheets.

You bob her head up and down, slowly forgetting there were two sets of eyes watching the whole thing. After several minutes of roughly using her face, you watch as Joohyun’s head bobs up, causing her to gasp for air as trails of spit fell out of her mouth. Some remained on your cock while others stained the bed sheets below.

“Do you like using mommy’s mouth like that, baby?” she asked as her mouth reattaches itself onto your glistening cock. You threw your head back, pushing her deeper and deeper as Joohyun put on a show for all four of you.

“Mommy knows how to handle cock” you said, feeling her lips form an airtight seal around you.

Her breaths became heavier, as beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

“Does baby like when his mommy gives him blowjobs?” she asked, massaging your balls as she took you in her mouth with quick bobs past your tip.

You nodded, unable to say anything.

“I want to hear you say it. Say you love when I suck your cock!”

You grab her shoulders and push her face first onto the bed.

“Baby! I’m not done sucking your dick!”

I don’t care!” you yelled, ripping off the thin fabric of her thong and tossing it aside.

You turn to your right and hear moans, seeing Sooyoung unbutton her jeans and stick her hand inside. Heejin on the other hand had a flushed face as she too began to unbutton her shorts.

“Why aren’t you letting mommy suck your cock! I want your cock in my mouth. Now!”

You ignore Joohyun and give her pussy a quick, strong lick. You consume the juices that were beginning to leak out, causing her body to shiver in pleasure.

“Ahh-” Sooyoung moaned as she inserted a finger inside herself. Heejin was stimulating her clit as they watched you bury your face into your girlfriend’s pussy.

“Oh my god...” Joohyun cried as your loud slurps filled the room.

“Mommy is so wet” you said.

Joohyun tried to move as you held onto her hips and began eating her out, causing her to scream loudly.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good...” she said.

Sooyoung and Heejin began undressing each other as Joohyun removed your face from her pussy and pushed you back down on the bed. The moment your head made contact with the bed sheets, Joohyun’s lips lowered themselves on your face.

“Mommy’s being a very dirty girl right now” you said, slurping her juices as you slightly struggled to breathe.

“Look at how beautiful your face is, baby” she said. “It’s even better when mommy’s pussy is sitting on it”

“You taste so good” you said, kissing her lips and inner thighs.

“More. Kiss me more” she moaned.

You buried your tongue deep in her pussy as she began rocking herself back and forth on your face. Her thighs squeezed your head as she began to leak even more.

“You like mommy’s pussy, don’t you? Having me ride all over your cute face” she moaned.

“Mmhmm”

She leaned back, covering your nose and mouth with her lower body.

“You two” she said to Heejin and Sooyoung. “One of you suck his cock and the other play with his balls”

Sooyoung excitedly removed her fingers from her pussy while Heejin timidly approached your lower body. Heejin was excited to finally suck your cock, but sad at the same time since she wasn’t able to do so as your girlfriend.

Sooyoung slurped on your balls happily, coating each one with her warm and wet mouth. Heejin gave a tender blowjob, taking only your tip initially before adding an inch every few bobs. The pleasure was too much as three women were stimulating you. You held onto Joohyun’s wonderful hips as the wetness from her hole spread across your entire face.

“You’re so much better when you’re quiet, baby” she said, smothering your face with her pussy.

She bounced her ass up and down your face as she continued to push herself on you. She turned her body around and tried stretching out to join Sooyoung and Heejin’s oral assault on your cock before feeling herself restrained by you.

“Let me go, baby! I don’t want those whores playing with your cock anymore!”

“That’s too bad” you say, sucking on her pussy lips.

“Oh fuck...”

Her ass kept grinding on your face as you tightly held on her wide hips.

“Baby! I want your cock!”

You let her go as she screamed and pushed Sooyoung and Heejin away from your cock and balls. Her mouth immediately wrapped around your length as she finally satisfied her cravings.

You smacked her ass hard, causing her to scream.

“Baby, that hurt!”

“Sorry” you lied, smacking her jiggling ass repeatedly. You got her off your cock momentarily before facefucking her once more.

Joohyun’s tongue swirled around your cock inside her mouth as her lips wrapped tightly around your shaft. As it increased in tightness, the pleasure of having had three women give you a blowjob was too much. You became lightheaded as you felt your penis throb and explode inside Joohyun’s wet mouth. She took you all the way to your base as she continued to suck the cum out of you. She didn’t swallow yet, gathering all of your load inside and showing everyone in the room your creamy present. Joohyun raised her head slightly to show your cum flowing down her throat. She hummed in satisfaction afterwards and stuck out her tongue, showing that her mouth was now empty.

“That was so yummy, baby. Thank you for giving mommy a delicious present” she said as she kissed the tip of your cock.

Joohyun gets up and strokes your cheek lovingly, pulling you in for a kiss. It was very tender, contrasting her anger and aggressive actions. She kisses you from your jaw down to your neck. Each kiss was precise, a mere millimeter apart. As she made her way down to your chest, she planted kisses all over your body.

“Look at how hard you still are for mommy” she said, kissing your cock tip once more. 

“It’s so sensitive” you watched as your cock flinched from her soft hand. She roughly jerked you up and down, causing you to moan.

“Mommy...”

“My poor baby...” she said, pouting cutely as her mouth wrapped around your shaft.

“Suck my cock more, please mommy” you begged.

She saw your needy eyes pleading for her wet mouth.

“You want me to suck your cock more? Of course, baby” she said, smiling sweetly as her eyes told Sooyoung and Heejin to watch and learn.

Both of her hands gripped your thighs as Joohyun sucked your cock. You released muted screams as her saliva attached itself back onto your shaft.

“Holy fuck!” you yelled.

Joohyun sucked your cock until the pain you felt returned to being pleasure.

“That was yummy” she said, licking her lips.

“C-Can I fuck you now?” you weakly asked.

“Awh, baby. Of course you can. Show these sluts how hard you fuck me” Joohyun said as she held your cock and lined it up with her love hole. She shook her ass in front of you as you began to sink inside her. Her warm cave swallowed you hole, causing both of you to moan and close your eyes in pleasure.

Joohyun’s juices splashed all over your cock as you held her hips and began to fuck her. She looked back at you and pinched your thighs.

“Open your eyes! Look at yourself fucking me! Watch these whores faces as they see their precious oppa fuck his mommy!”

Joohyun’s round butt slams against your pelvis as you gradually increase in speed.

“This cock is mine, understand? All mine!” she moaned. “Not Heejin, not Sooyoung’s. And definitely not Seulgi’s!”

Your moans came out one after the other, as every movement just felt too good. You were under Joohyun’s control as you squeezed an ass cheek firmly before slapping it.

Joohyun’s body was drenched in sweat and her wet hair clung onto her face as her ass continued to ripple from your thrusts.

“Harder! Fuck me harder!”

You spread her legs apart as Joohyun screamed from how hard you were fucking her. The bed began to creak as you temporarily took your eyes off her to see Heejin and Sooyoung eating each other’s pussies. The both of them let out muffled screams as they heard the loud noises of Joohyun’s skin slapping against yours.

“Fuck mommy” she cried. “I’m yours, forever”

Joohyun was extremely wet to the point her juices splashed onto your skin as your cock was buried inside her.

“Baby...”

Joohyun’s voice was extremely weak as you kissed her back and shoulders. You tasted the slightly salty sweat on her body as her hands roughly grabbed the bed sheets.

“Oh my go-” she screamed as her body tensed up. Her hands found their way onto yours, intertwining each other as she held onto you for support.

“Mommy, I’m abou-”

“Please, baby. Please cum for mommy. Mommy wants your cum inside her”

You thrusted in her quickly, your skin slapping loudly against hers as she screamed over and over.

“It’s coming...”

“Give it to me. Give me your cum, baby” she said.

As your cock pushed inside her, the furthest you have entered tonight, Joohyun screamed as she felt you explode inside her. Both of you moaned as your cock pulsated inside her pussy. Wave after wave was released.

“Oh my fucking god” she cried, her face filling with ecstasy.

You watched as Sooyoung and Heejin screamed as well, both of them consuming the juices coming out of the other’s pussy. After you felt your orgasm wind down, Joohyun moaned as you pulled out of her freshly fucked pussy. Both of your cum began to drip out of her and onto the bed sheets.

Joohyun turned around as you fell next to her. Your bodies were numb, somehow you both found the strength to kiss each other as you were both covered in sex and sweat. Despite that, Joohyun was the most beautiful woman in the world to you.

“That was... amazing” Sooyoung said, panting heavily as she struggled to catch her breath. Heejin did the same, nodding slightly as she was unable to form words.

“I love you, baby” Joohyun said, giving you a tender kiss.

“I love you too, mommy” you teased.

“Baby, stop” she said, hitting your chest. “I’m sorry I dragged you two into this. I just get jealous sometimes when I see younger girls, especially attractive ones like yourselves talk to him”

“We get it” Sooyoung said. “But oppa, the surprise was kinda ruined since we were so busy”

“Right! I forgot” you said, covering your eyes with your hands.

“What surprise?” Joohyun said as she stood up slightly, looking at you.

“We had a very special event planned”

“What is it?” Joohyun asked, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“It’s not important. What’s important is this” you said, reaching for your pants to find a small box.

As Joohyun continues to look on in confusion, you sit on the bed in front of her.

“Noona”

“Hmm?”

“We’ve been together a long time, right?”

“Six years, why? Are you breaking up with me?” she asked, her eyes beginning to water. “I’m so sorry if I was mean to them! I can’t lose you!”

“Listen, it’s okay. I’m not breaking up with you” you said, taking her hands in yours.

“What is it then?” she asked, sniffling.

“I would’ve preferred if we were fully clothed and not covered in post sex sweat but...”

You opened the small box and presented it to her. Joohyun’s eyes widened as staring back at her was a bright diamond.

Joohyun began to cry as she covered her mouth with her hands. Sooyoung and Heejin smiled sweetly at the intimate moment.

“Joohyun noona, mommy. Whoever you want to be. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

[hootysblog]

First fan fic: It takes place right after "Through the Looking Glass Ruins" and it involves a post I did on my other blog about how the Owl House gang would react.

Sneaking into Amity's Heart

Luz didn't know how long she stayed outside the Blight Manor, but when she finally regained her strength, she started to head back home.

Meanwhile, at the Owl House, Eda and King were relaxing from a tiring day of their own. They took turns comforting Hooty, who was still grieving Lilith's departure and stopped him from going to the Clawthorne house to see Lilith.

"I'm calling couch!" King said.

"No way freeloader. This is my house so I'm calling the couch," Eda replied.

"But you got it last night!"

"So?"

"You have a nest! I don't have anything to sleep on!"

"You sleep with Luz! You have a better sleeping thing than I do!"

"You'll have to fight me for the couch!"

"Ugh"

Then, without any warning, the front door opens, revealing Luz, battered and torn from her trials at the library.

"Hey kid! How'd the library go?" Eda asked.

Luz didn't reply. She was in a self induced fog. Eda and King gave each other a look and waited a few seconds for Luz to start talking.

"Kid? Boiling Isles to Luz? Hello?" said Eda while waving her hand in front of Luz. Luz never flinched. She was staring off into space, not moving out talking.

Eda was growing concerned. Luz never went more than a few seconds, granted a minute, without replying to her questions.

"Eda," King says, while gripping the edge of Eda's dress, "What's up with Luz? And what's that thing she has in her hands?"

Eda didn't even notice that Luz was holding something. She looked at it and smiled.

"It's an echo mouse, King. It records anything it eats." Eda reaches out for the mouse and it walked right into her hand.

"Weh, it's kind of creepy looking. Do we have to keep it?" King asked.

"The kid's holding it and she went to the library for the portal, so I'm assuming that this mouse has information about that. We'll have to keep him away from Hooty, though." Eda, grabbing a cage, puts the echo mouse in there for safe keeping.

She turns back to Luz. Luz was still standing there! She KNOWS something important happened, but she can't figure it out.

King walks over and pulls on her tattered pant leg trying to grab her attention. It's not working. Okay, time for plan B, King thought.

"As the King of Demons, I DEMAND you speak to me!"

Hearing King's "demand" broke Luz out of her fog, but only a tiny bit.

Luz mumbles something, but they can't hear it.

"Kid, I don't have the best ears. Can you say that again?" Eda requested.

"Amity kissed me," Luz whispers.

King looks at Eda.

"Did you catch what she said?" Eda asked King.

"Nope, not at all!"

"I thought you had great hearing?"

"I do, but she's so quiet I CAN'T HEAR HER!" King frustratingly said to Eda.

Taking a deep breath, Eda looked at Luz, "Kid, you have to tell us what you said, or I'll be forced to pull out your tongue and hex it to tell us what you are trying to say."

"AMITY KISSED ME!"

"Okay, she's working on two volumes" Eda whispers to herself, while King flinched at the sudden raise in Luz's voice.

Silence filled the room. Eda and King were surprised by the confession. Luz was stunned that she just blurted that out in front of them.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Eda curiously asked.

Luz, with all the days' events catching up to her, shook her head "no" slowly.

"Why don't you head up to bed? You look like you've been trampled by a bookworm." Eda said with concern in voice.

Luz, too tired to come up with a reply to Eda's bookworm joke, nodded and started to head to her room.

"Hey Luz?"

Luz turned around, bracing for what Eda was going to say (or jokingly say) about her "relationship" with Amity.

"Everything is going to turn out alright between you two. I promise. We'll talk more in the morning," Eda smiled.

Luz smiled at her mentor, finally heading upstairs for what will be a good night's sleep.

Eda, making sure Luz was upstairs, rushed to grab some paper and a pen and started writing.

"Now what are you doing?" King asked curiously. "And why are you writing so fast?"

By that time, Eda was done and sealing the paper within an envelope. "Oh you'll see my little demon friend. You'll see!" She laughed at the images going through her head and smiled. This will be good, she thought while summoning her magic staff.

____________________

The lights were still on in the Clawthorne's house. Gwen was finishing up some dishes when Owlbert flew in.

Gwen, wondering why Owlbert was here, saw that he had a note attached to him for Lilith.

"Sweet flea, there's an owl here to see you!" Gwen yelled.

"Did Hootcifer come and visit?!? I told him to write to me and..." Lilith said walking into the kitchen, but stopped when she saw Owlbert, looking slightly upset that he was compared to Hooty. "Oh hi Owlbert! What brings you here?"

Owlbert hooted and showed Lily the envelope. She reached out and grabbed it from him. "Is this from Edalyn?" Owlbert hooted happily.

Opening the envelope, Lily began to read the letter from her sister.

Dear Lily-

It finally happened! The moment we've all been waiting for! No, it's not a cure for the curse, but this is better than that!

Your "Little miss perfect" student, Amity, kissed my "ordinary" human. I don't know details because the kid wasn't feeling up to talking after getting home, but the one thing I know is that Amity kissed Luz.

PAY UP WITCH!

Sincerely, your all knowing sister,

Eda

Lilith looks at the letter and a smile creeps up on her face, knowing Amity is finally happy and Eda was right (but she won't admit that to her face).

"What does it say dear?" Gwen asked.

Lilith chuckled, "I owe Eda 10 snails."

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2075

Warnings: Slow Start, Language, Tiny bit of Fluff

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

As Promised, here’s Chapter 6. I really enjoyed writing this one, heck I even laughed at one bit XD Also I’d like to thank you all for supporting my work so far, It really means the world to me that people are enjoying my work. As always Enjoy! :)

-Third Person POV

The minutes turned to hours, the hours turned into days, concern over the young girl was increasing day by day. Every single day Bucky and Steve were there, telling her how their days went and what was happening in the world all while holding y/ns hand, each day the boys watched her progress, the memory of her skin slowly regaining its colour giving them a new sense of hope.

Day by day the boys stayed as long as they could, only leaving when Mr and Mrs Barnes appeared at the door to bring them home, each time Mrs Barnes placed a small kiss on the young girl’s head before leaving. All of them taking the opportunity to show small sings of affection towards the girl, hoping that it gave her the strength to recover.

Later that night, when everyone was in bed and resting, a sharp ring disturbed the silence surrounding the house, half asleep Mr Barnes answered the phone, a wide smile appeared on his face as the news the family had been waiting for all week arrived.  Quickly the parents rushed to the boys, the pair sharing a smile as they frantically ran around the room to get ready, a few tears of happiness sliding down their faces. A huge sense of relief flowed through Bucky’s veins, all the guilt he felt throughout the week lessened, at least now he knew that he didn’t cause y/n’s death.

-Back at the Hospital

Readers POV

My eyes felt like they’d been welded shut and my head was poundin’ like nobody’s business, what the hell happened to me? Finally, I managed to open my eyes and I was immediately blinded by the bright lights shining in my goddamn face, can I not catch a break for once in my life?! A loud groan accidently slid past my lips, why is it every time I wake up some part of my body is aching? You’d think I was a pro wrestler or somethin’!

I gazed around the room, distant voices could be heard from the corridor, hang on where the hell am I? the room was decorated plain white, with a few pictures hanging on the wall and a small sofa was tucked into the back corner. Another door, presumably for the bathroom, was to the right of the window, the curtains were drawn but the steady tapping on the other side told me it was raining. What a way to come back into reality, absolutely chucking it down with rain, my dumbass soon realised that the nurses might not know I was awake, which is kind of important information.

Slowly I raised myself up, the ache on my midriff increasing much to my displeasure, as I slowly moved my legs off the edge of the bed, both were shaking with the effort of holding my body up and I hoped to god that I didn’t land on my ass anytime soon. Hang on, that might be becoming a very bad habit of mine, I’m gonna need to work on that later… finally my legs stopped shaking, taking VERY cautious steps I started making my way to the door. You’d think walking 5 feet would be easy, wouldn’t you? apparently not.

After about 3 minutes of moving like a bloody snail, I could finally reach the door handle, now for the hard part… turning the door handle, a high-pitched squeak met my ears as the door slowly flung open, the voices outside my room stopped and foot steps came towards my room. Two nurses came around the corner and stopped when the spotted me, a few seconds passed before I started to feel awkward, so I decided to wave at them to try and break the tension. Which in hindsight was one of the dumbest things I could have done in that moment, but it did seem to break them outta their trance, they both came towards me and started fussing over me, “Miss you shouldn’t have gotten out of bed! Why didn’t you just press the call button on the bed side table? how long have you been awake?” There was a bloody call button?! For the love of god!

“I woke up about 5 minutes ago, I’m sorry but could you tell me what happened to me? All I remember is fainting near the bank” The nurses shared a look, both of them ignored my question for the moment and focused on getting me into the bed and calling for the doctor, they gave me strict instructions not to move till the doctor arrived. Well, at least I know I’m in a hospital but what the hell did I do to land in here in the first place? All I remember is getting ready for the war and setting up in the dinner before it all went wrong. Shooting happened, I was taken hostage, shooting happened again, Alexi punched me and broke my nose, I was held at ransom before till I got bored and ran outta the line of fire, Bucky and Steve were pinned behind a wall, I fought with a մոխրագույն օրխիդ and got shot…wait a second…

I’M GONNA KILL THOSE IDIOTS!

I got bloody shot! How the hell did I forget that?! It’s not like I stubbed my toe, an actual bullet went inside me! Oh god are Bucky and Steve okay?! Where are they? Did they get hurt? My mind was going crazy with worry, I hoped to god that this bloody doctor got here soon, or I’d be out of here looking for those pair of numpties! A knock on the door disrupted my thoughts as a team of doctors and nurses filled the room, a few carried important looking equipment with them, a man with a clipboard approached me with a reassuring smile.

“Good Evening Miss y/n, my names Doctor Miller, you’ve been unconscious for a week or so, due to a gunshot wound to your midriff, the bullet shattered on impact and we had to operate to stop any internal bleeding. Now don’t worry too much about that, it’s in the past and there’s no lasting damage done, but we’re going to have to keep you in the hospital for one more night to monitor your vitals but after that you’ll be free to go. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask me.”

Okay, all I heard was “unconscious for a week” and “no lasting damage”, I really hope that I don’t smell too bad, my pride’s been damaged enough for one week.

“Dr. Miller, do you know what happened to the two boys that were with me at the bank? Did they get hurt at all?” I could hear the fear in my voice, I dreaded the answer and prayed to god that nothing happened to them. He took a moment to reply, my worry increasing by the second, “No, none of the boys got hurt, but I can’t say the same for some of the members of the Црни лабуд, some were killed during the fight and a few passed away in their sleep. I believe that someone called Damien is still alive though, he gave a statement that completely cleared your name in court today”

What? I can’t believe it, why would he do that? One by one everyone started to leave the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I don’t understand it at all, why would Damien go out of his way to protect me? All that’d of done was increase his jail time for human trafficking. It doesn’t make sense…

-Time Skip

At some point I fell asleep, the sound of faint whispering disturbed me from my sleep as I slowly opened my eyes, sat next to me was Bucky’s mother, his father stood behind her as they both offered me a gentle smile. A few tears slid down Mrs Barnes cheeks when she realised I was fully awake, her arms immediately enveloped me into a warm hug, “Oh my Goodness sweetheart, please don’t ever scare me like that again, I was so worried about you” I didn’t reply to her, instead I chose to hug her tighter as confusion began to cloud my mind. Why would she be worried about me? Me? Other people would have been over joyed at the news of me being shot.

Slowly she pulled away from me, choosing to look me in the eyes as carefully stroked my cheek, inspecting the few bruises littered on my face, a small sniffle grabbed my attention as I turned away from her, my eyes glanced over in the direction of the sound. There stood in the corner of the room were the boys, both of their eyes red and puffy as they cautiously made their way towards me, none of us said anything when they reached my side. My eyes scanned over Steve checking for any injuries and damage before I pulled him into a hug, his body tensed up in shock before he relaxed and returned the embrace.  “I’m so sorry y/n I never wanted you to get hurt, neither of us did we just wanted to help you” even with his voice muffled, I could tell that the poor lad was crying and I couldn’t blame him, bloody Niagara falls was streaming down my cheeks, I pulled away from him and turned to Bucky, he was looking at the floor and completely avoiding my gaze.

Oh, hell no, no sad boys allowed here! Carefully I leaned forward and grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers together as I pulled him closer, something inside me hurt when his eyes met mine, they held so much guilt, so much pain and sadness and I hated seeing him like this. No words were exchanged as he wrapped his arms around me, a sigh of relief escaped him, my arms automatically tightened around him when a single tear fell onto my neck. His silent sobs cut me down to my core, behind him Steve stood to the side, his eye meeting mine as I grabbed his hand in reassurance, once Bucky calmed down we both drew back, and I pulled both boys in front of me.  

“I want both of you boys to listen to me, none of this was your fault, this is all on me. I pushed you both away to protect you and I’m sorry for that, I should have been more honest with you, me getting shot has nothing to do with anything either of you did.” My voice was firm and assertive, but of course that didn’t stop either of them trying to argue with me. Not much of a surprise there.

“But we went in the middle of it, we tried to play the hero’s and we ended up being the villains, you should be mad, not forgivin’ our stupid asses” this is probably not the best time to notice this, but Steve just swore for the first time in his life, I couldn’t be prouder! Wait, where was I?

Goddamn it y/n, concentrate for once in your bloody life! “Okay, stop that crap right now Rodgers, none of this had anything to do with you, although I would like to ask the both of what THE HELL YOU WERE THINKING DIVIN’ INTO THE MIDDLE OF A BLOODY GANG WAR?!” it was safe to say that they weren’t excepting that.

It was actually quite funny, Bucky went completely pale and started stuttering while Steve actually jumped up in surprise and fell down, admittedly I felt a bit bad about that bit. Neither of the boys could form a coherent sentence, both completely panicking as they tried to explain the reason behind their complete stupidity. Slowly my eyebrows started to raise as a small smirk made its way onto my face, the pair of them making no sense as Bucky pointed to Steve and said something about justice. I know I shouldn’t be finding this funny, but I couldn’t help it, they were babbling like a bunch of school girls!

Eventually, they both shut up once they noticed me failing to stifle a giggle, their expression turning from ones of panic to amusement, and eventually I couldn’t contain it, “I’m sorry but your faces were bloody brilliant! Oh my god I’m dying” both of the boys rolled their eyes at me, shaking their heads as Bucky’s parents started laughing with me.

Another Chapter down, as always feel free to leave some tips on how I can improve my writing for you all, Requests and tags are open :) Thanks for Reading!

Rose xx

[aueua]

personal snamily ramblings under cut

as always: no coherency. I’ll speak how I please. (s... sort of. just things I want to think about at another time but thought I’d share.) some of these are the thoughts I’d wanted to share in the other post but then got a tad worried-sleepy.

・ [Dynamic: Age/Family] hi. yes. hello. “mummy” (will refer to as mum henceforth) as the eldest sibling of at least four. (where’s the second? hm, yes, who knows.) third uncle and fourth aunt are self-explanatory. I almost want to consider that the mum’s the parent of either the nephew or the niece but I’ll save that thought for another time, the point remains where they got to watch the tiny kiddos grow.

・ [Dynamic: Older Trio] mum’s the sort to want to take it easy most of the times; they’re always pretty tired, having to keep an eye out on the others and all. especially since the uncle was the sort to get roughened up deliberately and not, as well as the aunt being a bit out there (where if it was possible to have kid-safety barriers, they would have surely been implemented as a result of her).

right so anyways. naps and shell-pat/massages and... yep. 

more specifically on the mum though, I like to consider their abilities being reliant on living beings, almost. (absorption is one of the tropes to apply here...) maybe hypnosis, if to play on their design and those spiral-illusion videos. they’re sleepy a lot as a result of their abilities being exhausting though. also their laugh is like a... “h.” the type to stare directly at you, deadpan, and say that it was a sincere sound of amusement.

・ [Dynamic: Snaman and Uncle] I Like To Think. as evidenced already! that all the snails are close. but I have no idea why I feel inclined to think that the uncle and the nephew are particularly close. as a treat. (: (y’know... skull similarities.) fun to have a nasty little combo... I had more thoughts on this matter and now I am sleepy. maybe I’ll revisit this another time.

[the following’ll be a bit shorter as I worked backwards and I am oohhh. tired.]

・ [Dynamic: Duo] diving gang /hj. where the uncle disliked rocks, and the aunt was the sort to collect them. also see: the aunt initially being smaller than him, and despite being younger, would grow up taller than him and always managing to bring that up in passing conversation (much to his halfhearted disdain). but, still, they were around each other much. bantering-mean to each other with smiles. (always kind to eldest though.)

・ [Uncle: Hohoho.] ferocious? indeed. ferocious when it comes to his relatives. I imagine underneath all the skull/mask ornaments on his shell, there are old and mended markings of chips and cracks he’d sustained. just a guy, really. I’ve been thinking more on the whole “ferocious temper” thing where it can either mean he’s extremely unhinged at times or otherwise just simply intense, but... with the whole desolate dive making that something dangerous... (which oh god. desolate being empty/loneliness/misery and me trying to connect that to him and SM and staring into the void that is more thoughts but also it used to be tyrant’s fist anyways so what’s the point in --) hm.

・ [Aunt: Eheheh!] still thinking about the whole “would you like to try some literal healing crystals?” thing. the type to have lightheartedly complain once her nephew stopped calling her as “Auntie” even though “Your dear cousin still calls me that! Why not you?” // “I simply grew out of it. Ohohoho!” // rightso... anyhoot. by chance -- and perhaps not, but I do wonder how the whispering root sprouted in the regular ancestral mound -- I do also wonder if she ever... experimented with the crystals. the peaks are pretty close to the other mound (and the unfortunately named “crown” but let’s not get into that here) so there’s room for things like... being impressionable. the nephew being a funky guy. focus and focus and spiral focus and no wonder people didn’t often want to interact with them.

“she sounds like she has a multilevel marketing pyramid scheme.”

“huh? a whatsit now?”

“...”

yes so if you thought that was it, uh, oops. I am going to keep going.

・ [Initiation] A bit of both simply passing things down and then dedication in learning to be a Shaman.

I still don’t have my thoughts quite in order for this, but the Shaman Stone held knowledge of past generations of shaman, right? mm... oh snamily interactions, dearest beloved. I think the gist I’ll run with is that they’d originally be... close to each other? (vaguely reminded of that strange snail village cut content and sliding my head into my hands.) just spread out later, when they had to. ‘cause, uh. how does this nephew even know about the rest of his relatives and where one’s located? I don’t know what to think of the timeline of ‘fection for this tribe yet so I will Not be thinking!

but I do wonder if they ever considered using lifeblood/yeast or some other thing as ceremonial stuff. (I know I almost considered the lifeblood for my mantises one actually but that’s for another time... I mention this because I once thought about Joni and went. God. What is going on. plus the fact that the ancestral mound has a cocoon and a soul totem...) also also see: fiddling with the crystals that supposedly help with focusing?

anywho. I think I mentioned it somewhere -- specializing in a spell, branching off from that in other matters depending on where you must go. possibly related? who knows, but it’s inchresting how spread out they are! sorta.

・ [Mound/Collar/Staves] Note: Uncle does not have either of these visibly; the others show at least one of these two factors.

Anywho. I’m imagining that the adornments are important like their mounds. Where -- in making their home, finally, they “bound” themselves to it in a way that results in them making/having a collar for themselves based on the theme on their location (of sorts, like the bones, crystals, overgrown grassy stuff)... Said collars could be more symbolic or holds actual meaning. Also maybe functionality like holding some nonsense -- at least for the Nephew.

right so anyways. [person_golfing] I am going to now run with the whacky idea that soul shenanigans are involved in these collars. where even if they linger away from home, it serves as a compass, almost -- a means of finding their mound again; that’s theirs. it’s their own. they don’t necessarily need the collar but it definitely helps resonate with them better. a security! maybe.

(so then I like to imagine the uncle having to discard his own. to leave his home by request -- order, the way it was asked of him -- and thus his collar behind as it would complicate the matters he would have to handle in the future. the less he carries on him, the better. but he still reached up to idly and thoughtfully fiddle with his collar during his time in the sanctum -- reminded later that he no longer had that comfort when feeling at empty space and cold air. where was I going with this.)

I still like to think they keep their staves though; it’s an important part of channeling soul, probably. surely. decorated with a skull of sorts... hm. they don’t seem too specific to things aside from “region” (if I am assuming based off of the only two) but also maybe not.

in the end: please give me my questionable family reunion interactions. infrequent, yet allowed to visit each other. (just.. not as often. not as available, when infection started to occur and it was becoming more necessary that they didn’t leave their homes regardless of things. there was one strange thought I had -- playing off the mention I’d done some post ago where they’re somewhat duty-bound. where, well. they wound up giving the knight a spell in some fashion but... saying this more of a consideration than something I’ll run with: inadvertently being stuck to mounds in waiting to later pass on their knowledge. which makes no sense, though, ‘cause I don’t recall others really using their spells. again where was I going with this. good luck future me!)

・ [self-note: Charms] just... a tiny observation concerning the few we have.

Spirals in the charms to signify it’s snail-based, cool! Thinking about Spiral Focus again: not cool. (As an aside, I like imagining that the spirals are also like... a language on its own, haha.) Albeit staring at it more; the Stone and Catcher are more similar to each other internally, whereas the Eater doesn’t have the tiny circles and are more actual spirals... huh.

Soul Eater | {Forgotten} shaman {artifact}, used to draw SOUL from {still-living creatures}.

Soul Catcher | Used {by} shamans to draw more SOUL from {the world around them}.

“Forgotten.” Potentially some outside matters were involved... may or may not be due to some “morals” as it is, well, the thing that animates a bug. Or was it that there was enough soul nowadays that it rendered the artifact less of a priority? The difference is interesting, though! Taking soul from living being versus the world itself. Also: Soul Catcher by chance seemingly more universal-ish given the word being plural? thinking about... old generations again. sigh.

(Also I have no idea why Salubra has the Shaman Stone. If anyone can refer me some random posts about her and her collection, that’d be nice! I remember seeing a post about the different ways charms can be made... and then I ... Lied Down. I have my own thoughts about it too but it’s just. shakes fists)

yes hello so again I know I mentioned it several times but if I can just Shoehorn Some Interactions In Here --

did you know snails apparently dislike onions, citrus foods (I think it was mostly the peel), and salty foods (of course). also I think it’s fun to remember that snails can be considered decomposers and they’re just kind of sitting around in areas intaking more calcium/deceased. but. it kind of reminds me of how they call on spirits. the whole ancestor stuff. how shamans are feared for being both able to cure and inflict major harm and just.. there are many things I Cannot Will Not be talking about here. man. truly, soul attuned folks.

this was going to be a post for me to just talk about personal interpretations and “ahaha but imagine if they could have had nice memories ~ “ (stares directly at the nephew that isn’t aware of his relatives’ death. kneels down. curls up. for why.)

if you trudged through all of that, thank u! have a nice day

so sorry none of this is coherent but i CAnnot be treating these like essays

[blueberrypossum]

Another Night hidden within the Stars

(GN)yokai cop x Dastardly Danny

Hey yall! I've had the wonderful opportunity to collab with @greaser-wolf and man has it been a wonderful experience! You are truly a lovely person and thank you again for the drawing!! This was super fun to write, with Danny and how he talks he's a challenge that I loved taking on. Hope you all enjoy!!

This story is gender neutral, but with it being fancy I will be putting tux/dress so then you, the reader, can wear whatever you want on your date with Danny ( also suspenders will be in the tux category and dress suits will still be in dress, hopefully that is okay with everyone because I do want to put detail into your outfit).

⚠️WARNING⚠️: There are cuss words and also mention of sexual content along with yearning and making out!!!

Word Vocabulary:

FC- favorite color

Take a powder- Get lost or lay off

Crumb-A jerk, no fun

Eager Beaver- Someone who excited about something 

Cut a rug- Dance with me

Dead Hopper- A bad dancer

Jive dancer- A talented dancer

You could feel yourself slowly growing impatient as you waited outside of the restaurant, your foot tapping against the concrete with a jittery rhythm. Dastardly Danny was never the late type, he would make the joke of being fashionably late whenever he and the rest of his crew had a runin with trouble, but you knew by now that he would make sure his schedule was clear the days you would meet up. Especially after the time he and his friends literally rode to the place you were meeting up in a snail cop car, a sheepish smile curling against his mouth. 

You remember the awful paperwork for that one.

The night of the Hidden City glistened around you as you leaned against the building, your hands rubbing up against your arms to create some friction of warmth. Even with the outfit you had on, the nights were slowly getting chilly due to the change of seasons above. 

The bag you held against your side started to vibrate and for a second you thought it was going to be that purple wearing rat, telling you that something had happened or that he was going to be fashionably late, but it was actually your boss from the police station. You cleared your throat before you clicked on the answer button.

“Yes, chief?”

“Hello Y/N, I was seeing if you would be free tonight to work an extra shift?”

You balled your empty hand into a fist as you jumped from your spot against the building, your eyes glaring to the side as if you could see your boss there, looming over you with a smile that practically said: “ If you don’t say yes to this then I will give you paperwork that is stacked so high that the humans above can see it.”

You let out a breathy sigh as you explained, “I’m sorry, chief, but I have plans tonight and I really cannot cancel them.” You turned on your heel so that your shoulder was leaning against the wall instead of your back.

You could hear the anger and frustration behind his voice, “Are you sure that whatever is so important cannot be rescheduled?”

“No, it cannot.”

You almost jumped right out of your body as a voice behind you answered for you. Your face started to blush against the amber lights of the restaurant as Danny was now leaning his head against your shoulder, a wicked grin on his face as he continued to talk.

“Sorry there, chief, but being a cop can be a real pain in the neck, so take a powder and let me and the dame have our night, alright?”

You opened your mouth to apologize to your boss, to say that your boyfriend had just had a little too much to drink and was now saying whatever came to mind, but the tall rat’s hot breath against your neck made you stiff as a board. You swallowed and suddenly you felt parched as Danny took the phone from your hand and hung up on the chief of police and placed the phone back into your bag. 

“Ya know you can get lockjaw if ya keep that mouth open for too long,” he chirped as he took your hand into his. 

“You’re….You’re late,” you stammered out, your mind foggy with the possible fear of losing your job and also how Danny’s suit was cleaner and seemed to cling to his body tighter than before. 

He bent himself over and kissed your hand as he looked up at you with hooded eyes.

“Actually, love, I still have about two minutes. Would ya like me to walk away and come back and get ya flustered all over again?” 

“Oh hush up, you could’ve gotten me fired and he could've figured out your voice,” you commented, your heart almost futtering out of your chest as his lips met your hand. Always so formal, strange how a gentleman could also be a thief. 

Danny rolled his eyes and let out a ‘tch’ sound as he took in the sight of you. Your outfit was glistening against the fallen lights of the town, the color bringing out the color in your eyes. Danny was surprised that he still had his balance as he took a step back. No matter how many times he lays his eyes on you, you can always somehow leave him breathless.

He intertwined his arm with yours as he chuckled out, “Yer boss is a bloody crumb, darling, and if he could recognize my’ voice, toots, then there would be more criminals in yer holding cells.”

“You know I can just turn you three in and get that raise, right?” 

“Ah but you would never do that to us, especially me, sweetheart,” he purred as took your chin gently into his hand and kissed you. All the stress that had built up within your body for the past few days melted away as he pulled you in closer to the kiss, your knees almost going weak as you felt him smile against your lips. His hand was careful against your cheek, as if his destructive and dangerous life would break you, even with you being a cop. His whiskers tickled your face and you couldn’t help but giggle into the kiss, causing Danny to bring you closer to him at the sound of your happiness. 

After the kiss, he planted one against your cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You look ravishing tonight, ” He purred as he led you over to the door, his arm already extending it to open it for you.

You let out a sigh as you pushed the fabric you were wearing down to wash out the wrinkles.

“You don’t think it’s too much?” You asked as Danny told the hostess the fake name he placed for the dinner reservation. As the hostess turned around to grab a few menus, Danny let go of your arm and ever so slowly danced his hand from the nap of your neck, down your spine until it planted itself onto your tailbone as he whispered into your ear, “Oh sweetheart, if we weren’t in this restaurant, I know exactly what I would be having for dinner instead.”

He smirked as a pretty shade of red crossed your face and even tinted the edge of your ears as the hostess turned back around and told you both to follow her. Danny had to practically drag you since your mind was nothing but a haze of embarrassment and desire. 

The tall rat yokai pulled your chair for you and you thanked him as he pushed you closer to the table and took a seat himself.

You took in the sight of the restaurant with a look of awe. The eating house was colored with wine and gold and the building was buzzing with life of friends and family and lovers just like you and him. You both had made sure, with the help of a worker there, that no cop or detective had placed a reservation at the restaurant, so no more looking over your shoulder or horror stabbing you in the gut when you watched yokais whisper and look over at you. 

Danny watched as you took it all in, an almost lovesick expression crossing his face. Everytime you both went out he would remember the first time you both met, with your pistol shoved into his face. Dating a cop was something that never crossed his mind, he always thought he would date a thief such as himself or maybe a regular citizen of the Hidden City. But, when you first chased him, screaming his name at the top of lungs, he knew it was love at first sight. 

He did hate the secrecy though, even with the thrill of getting caught was something he got high off of, he did want to show you off to the world, he wanted to take you out everywhere without any of your coworkers finding you. At least you both got to do this, and he knew how to mark you as his. 

The option of you quitting your job raged inside his head, the sheer thought of it made him mad. He would never let you give up your passion, how hard you’ve worked for your position at work, even though you said you would be fine with it, he wouldn’t be, and knew that you secretly wouldn’t be either.  

“So, I heard about that heist you did a few days ago, how did it go?” You questioned as you laid your head in your hands, your elbows supporting your weight. Danny let out a gust of air as he also leaned in, taking in the breathtaking sight that was you. 

“Don’t even get me started, sweetheart. Leonard is doing the chores for the rest of da month for the stunt he pulled during it,” the rat groaned and soon a waitress came up and Danny ordered one of their expensive wines, once she walked away, you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Wine, huh? That heist money really working itself off, isn’t it?” You played at him and he let out a low gruff as he smirked at you. 

“Only using the money for good, right?”

“Oh and I’m considered good?”

Danny gave you a hungry look and for a moment you thought he was going to get out of the chair and eat you up in one bite, but all he did was bring his hands together  on the table as he leisurely spoke. 

“Of course.”

Oh titans above how was I so lucky to land him.

You both ordered your meals and continued to have small talk. One thing you both decided to agree on was that Danny would talk about opposing gangs that were doing heists and robberies and then would tell you about them the next stop they were going to, with this you were given praise and extra cash at work and giving The Mud Dogs less competition in the playing field. It made Danny warm inside to see you have an interest in his job and it made you bashful when he would compliment you on your job.

In the background of your conversation was the beauty of musicians playing their hearts out for those who were out on the dancefloor, the restaurant was flooded with intoxicated laughter and the tapping of shoes against the wooden floor. The wine was slowly getting to you after the third glass and you couldn’t help but to start giggling after every word you said. 

After the waitress took your plates and left the check, you and Danny had to fight over who would pay. 

“You paid last time, I'll pay it,” you ordered as your fingers tried to swipe it from his hands, but he was a lot quicker than you and he let the bill twirl in between his fingers as he stared at you. 

“Not a chance, eager beaver, the deal is that you bring your decked out self and I get to gawk at ya until I need to pay the bill,” he insisted and was about to pull out his credit card before he felt your fingers touch his and soon the bill was gone from his hands and all he could do was glare lovingly at you as you giggled in your seat, the piece of paper shoved under your hands. 

“Yer not gonna give up, are ya?”

“Isn’t that what you like about me?”

His eyes traveled over your body slowly, hardly an ounce of urgency in them as he took in every inch of you. The curve of your waist, the way your outfit was flushed against your body like water to paper, how there were still love marks on your chest and barely above your neck from your last visit with each other. Desire was blazing through his eyes as they finally met yours. 

“Oh sugar pop, there is a whole list of things I like about you,” he growled and he took pride in the way you squirmed in your seat.

He eyed the dancefloor and then back at you and gradually got himself out of his chair until he was next to you, his hand extended out. 

“How about this: You cut a rug with me and you get to pay, deal?” He asked. You looked down at his extended hand and then back at his smug look, wondering if the wine had somehow gotten more to him then you. 

“Oh please, you know I have two left feet. If we danced your feet would be sore for weeks from me stepping on them,” you joked out, but he didn't move. 

“If ya were a dead hopper, I wouldn’t be askin. That or else I get to pay the bill,” he challenged. You didn’t know if it was the pride you held or from the extra glass of wine you swigged down, but you took his hand and let him lead you to the dancefloor. 

The music buzzed through your ears as you held tighter to his hand. You had fought bad guys, you had been in blazing shootouts, you’ve seen life be taken away right in front of your eyes. But dancing seemed to be the hardest challenge to muster up courage to master. Danny gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as he took you both to the middle of the dancefloor. 

He took the hand he was holding and extended your arm with his, while his other arm went around your waist, bringing you almost dangerously close. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and his cologne drained through your nose. 

“Danny, what if we get caught? Everyone can see us,” you whispered. Many eyes were peering at you two, some just being distracted by the new movement you both caused and others eyeing the rat as if they recognized him. Fear started to snake itself around your body, almost trapping you once again in that constant fear of being discovered. 

But, the love of your life gently tapped his nose against yours as he shushed you so quietly that you could barely hear it. His calming scent and even breaths washed over you and you felt yourself relax. No one has ever made you feel like this, no past lover, no family or friend, Danny wasn’t just a breath of fresh air to you, he was a whole new world to you. 

“Hey, just let me show you off for just a few minutes, just this once, doll. Then we can go back to being Romeo and Juilet, I promise,” he purred and you silently nodded as he swept you off your feet. It almost seemed that the musicians took notice in the new lovebirds and the music picked up to match the tense and eager atmosphere, even the yokais around you took hints and their own moves started to change. 

Both of your dance moves were slow at first, the rat yokai letting you get used to him taking the lead, with his quick feet and swirls and twirls, you were a little shocked at how well he was. He held onto you though, taking in your cautious swings and how your eyes were on your feet instead of up. Danny knew he was selfish for asking this out of you, he knew that you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him. But the way you looked on the dancefloor was almost bewitching. Your tux/dress flew silently around you, the tone of your (FC) shined against the spotlight that twirled overhead, and your eyes almost seemed to glow in the scarlet and golden room, outshining and blinding anyone else around him.

He knew then he was deeply and terribly in love with you.

“My eyes are up here, toots.”

“So is that sarcastic mouth of yours.”

“You really do crack me up, dollface.”

He then let go of your waist and swept you away from him, the only thing connecting you two was the interlocking of your hands. Starlight seemed to bounce off you because he quickly brought you back to him, a little noise escaping your mouth as it felt as if you were dancing on air for how light he made you feel. He was behind you now, his mouth dangerous close to where your neck connected with your shoulder. His breath created goosebumps across your body as a feather kiss was placed against an old love mark he had given you days ago. Your heart seemed to go crazy within your ribcage as he twisted you around, your chests once again flushed against each other’s. Danny took several steps to your side and you quickly joined him, the wine and your wit gradually giving you confidence and soon you both were laughing, as if there was no one else in the restaurant, in the city, in the world. 

He took notice in your new found bravely and he swiped his arm under your rump and lifted you up, his smile growing wider as a flood of giggles escaped your mouth as you looked down at him. 

“Hey look! I’m finally taller than you!”

“Aye, don’t get used to it!”

He brought you back down and in one swope he dipped you, his strong hands holding you firmly as your back bent against him. It almost felt like a dream, a wondrous and unbelievable dream that you thought if you made one wrong move, you would fall out of bed and this would no longer be real. But the way he effortlessly pulled you back up and looked into your eyes with a lopsided grin, you knew that this wasn’t just a dream, it was a dream come true. 

The song smoothly started to transition over to a much more tamed and kinder music that had everyone’s swaying hips go slower and closer. You were still giggling as Danny brought you against him and suddenly it was very cozy between you two. 

You let the melody consume you as Danny lightly drifted you throughout the dancefloor, his face ever so slowly getting closer to yours. His hands were roaming your back as he brought you ever so closer to him to the point you both were barely missing each other’s toes. Suddenly it seemed like you both were spinning around each other until his lips barely slipped over yours. 

“Look who’s become a jive dancer,” he said silently against your lips and a little groan escaped your lips at just hearing him talk to you like that, every word he ever whispered to you in private with no wondering eyes would burn you to your core. 

“I had a good teacher,” you joked back as your hands wrapped around his neck, your nails every so slightly digging into his fur. You felt him lose his breath against your face and his own fingers dug into your lower back and suddenly it felt as if you both weren’t close enough. You both were never close enough. 

“Have I mentioned how ravishing you look tonight?” He asked as he leisurely twirled you and brought you back to him. 

“Maybe. But it's nice to hear it from such a dreamboat like you,” you said against his lips and he dipped you once again, but you barely made it pass his shoulder as he pushed his mouth against yours. A whirlwind of emotions surfaced throughout your body as your hand came up and caressed his face, your stomach dropping to the floor and your heart traveling up your throat. 

He separated himself from you for just a second to bring you back up on your feet before attacking your lips again, one of his hands on the nap of your neck to tilt your head more up. 

You were aware of the suspicious and judging eyes that fell upon you both, but for the first time, you didn’t care. He made you worry less, he gave you such an intoxication that not a single bottle of alcohol could ever get you as drunk as he did. The aftertaste of wine drifted onto your lips and you moaned into his mouth, grinning evilly as he shifted in his spot. His tail soon curled around your waist so that his other hand could go to the side of your face. 

He detached himself from you for just a second to say, “ Ya better pay that bill before the only thing yer wearing is that smile.”

The world seemed to freeze before you as your hands slipped off of him and walked him over back to the table, the bill trembling in your hands as you paid for it, all while feeling Danny’s hand place itself lower than your back. You can feel sweat slowly start to build over your body as he opened the door for you and followed you out the door. 

And before you knew it, you were back at your place, and once Danny closed the door behind you, he pounced, as if he wasn’t the rat, but the cat. His hands traveled over your outfit as if it burned his hands and couldn’t keep them in one spot and his kisses were slow and teasing, causing you to squirm under his touch. You couldn’t breath, you couldn’t hear anything, all you felt was the buzzing against your fingertips as they dug into his chest, your hands had already done the work to undo his tie and his undershirt. 

The door met your back and Danny was panting against your lips, his mind had gone completely blank except for you, he only thought about you and this moment, how it might be days until he saw you again. The thought of not seeing you stabbed him in the gut, and he’s known that feeling before, and it’s not a good feeling. He missed hearing your laughter, he desired to see your glistening eyes look at him, he wanted to be with you. It drove him nuts, no, it drove him insane at the thought of it. That once he woke up from your bed, he would have to sneak out early so that no one would see him leave your home and would have to race back to his apartment instead of laying with you and getting to wake up with you in the morning. He’s never been here when you woke up, he’s never been able to see your eyes flutter open and for the first thing for you to see in the morning was him, he’s never been able to see the morning light shine against your features as if the sun was trying to capture your face. He’s never been able to share the first cup of coffee with you, to see his pjs shirt draped over you like a blanket as you watch the morning go by, as he would watch you with loving eyes. And that’s what drove him to kiss you harder, that’s what pushed him to pull your head back and for him to replace your old love marks with new ones, it’s what forced him to savor every second of this, to cherish what you give him tonight, he would cherish every damn second you gave to him in secret. 

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No Whore Part 2

Summary: The Garrison’s new barmaid is known as nothing but a whore due to her relationship with none other than Thomas Shelby. Knowing that she is more than that, Y/n will do anything to prove her worth and as her brother has just arrived in town, the opportunity seems to be upon her.

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Language

A/N: This isn’t really edited because who wants to do that, so excuse any errors. I hope to have another fic out tomorrow but we’ll see if that happens. Requests are open and I’m open for suggestions on other fandoms I could write for. I do hope you guys like this one.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

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Y/n grunted as her body hit the cold dirt. She looked over her shoulder as she scrambled to her feet. There was no way in hell they were going to catch her. Not when she was light on her feet. She ran down the alleyway and slide between a few broken boards of a stable. Black horse eyes gazed down at her, watching as she walked between them and out the door.

It was the early morning hours, yet Small Heath was starting to come alive. Children were running around, playing marbles, and men were off to work. 

A peak between the slats of the stables allowed Y/n to believe she was safe and slip onto the street. It had been a rough morning. Ever since her brother had shown up in town, she did nothing but run errands for him. She didn’t mind, for the most part. They kept her out of the house and gave her something to do. But… some of them got her into trouble that was hard to get out of.

Just a few days before she had to take a swim in the canal.

There was a new gang forming in the east end of Birmingham and Richard wanted to know if they would be a useful ally or a dangerous enemy. Y/n had a feeling that they were just boys pretending to be men. Either way, she set off for the east end and mingled among the street vendors. It was well known that this gang used a fish stand as a front for drugs, it caused more deaths than it did highs, but people still threw their money away for it. 

A few women at the fish stand were whispering about a meeting that was taking place at a warehouse by the canal. They should have known to keep their mouths shut, but to them, if the Peaky Blinders weren’t interested in them than no one was. They believed they were safe.

It seemed they were wrong.

Y/n made her way down to the warehouse and was able to slip in and hide behind some crates. Knowledge filled her ears until a rat waltzed out from between a couple of the crates and charged at her like a Spanish bull. Now, Y/n wasn’t one to fear rats, they were as common as house fly, but it scared the daylights out of her and a small shriek escaped her lips. The men she was listening to turned in the direction of the sound and she knew her hiding spot was no longer safe.

Long story short, the canal somehow became her only means of escape. 

That was likely because not a single one of those men would want to take a swim in such filthy water. They probably thought the same of their eavesdropper. But they didn’t know Y/n. She was willing to go to the ends of the Earth to get a job done.

A puddle broke, the water coming together once more to reflect her unlock the door of what many in the area considered a high-end house. Stripping off her light coat, Y/n called for her brother. A grunt came from the kitchen, she followed the sound to find him sitting at the kitchen table with his feet resting on it. 

“How’d it go?” he asked, a biscuit stuffed in his mouth. If their mother were around, she would beat him for such a lack of manners.

His sister shrugged and grabbed a biscuit for herself off the counter. 

“Since the Peaky Blinders have control of the races, I think I have found us our own profitable avenue.”

Y/n raised a brow, she hoped it didn’t involve fish. Her father believed fish would bring in boatloads of money. As they were from Plymouth, that made sense. It was a fishing port, but everyone there believed that fish would home riches. “And what would that be, Richard?”

Taking his feet off the table, he turned to her, a serious look about him. “Dairy.”

“Dairy?”

That was nothing close to what she expected. There were millions of different markets that Richard could tip his toes into, but dairy was not one Y/n expected. She still remembered the time a cow on their grandparents farmed chased after him and he screamed like a child. He was 17. 

Richard nodded, standing up. “Dairy is the one thing that everyone needs. Think about it. Those biscuits-” He pointed at the biscuit in her hand and paced around the kitchen, something he did when thinking. “-need dairy. Restaurants need dairy. Every household in fucking Birmingham needs dairy! Who cares about horse races? The Shelbys’ may be making good money, but it pales in comparison to that of the dairy industry. This city doesn’t run on horse races and betting shops. Nor does this country. Every fucking household, every fucking restaurant, every fucking bakery in fucking England needs dairy!”

A satisfied shrug was Y/n’s only response. He wasn’t wrong. If one company or one person controlled the dairy market, bought out all the dairy farmers, they would be drowning in money. There would be no risk in it as there would always be a demand for dairy products. Horse races were a rich man’s paradise, but that was never where all the money could be found. In ten years’ time, horse races could be nonexistent, but dairy would always be important.

“How are you going to get your hands on any of this?” she asked while she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket. “It’s extremely ambitious and your gonna have to have money. A lot of money.”

He shrugged and gestured for her to give him a cigarette. Once one was in his hands, he explained his plan. “It’s ambitious, yes, but don’t you go thinking that it’s impossible. We just gotta buy a dairy company. I’m sure if we show ‘em enough, they’ll hand the keys right over. Once that’s acquired and money starts rolling in, we buy out other dairy companies and then the dairy farms.”

“What about the workers, are you gonna keep them?” Her brother nodded as she lite her cigarette. “And the dairy farms? Are these people gonna be able to still work on their farms?”

Richard rolled his eyes and nodded. “Jesus Christ, Y/n, do you think I’m a monster or something? I don’t plan on ruining anyone’s livelihood here. I’m not like the Shelby’s or the New York mafia, I shed a tear when blood is drawn.”

She raised her hands in defense, “Just making sure.”

“We’re talking about dairy here. The only dangerous think about it is when the cows go on a rampage.”

*~~*~~*

The Garrison was starting to fill up as the sunset. The dark it got, the more men slipped in through the door. Y/n was constantly fetching drinks and cleaning up empty glasses. It was meant to be fast work, the men weren’t supposed to wait for their drinks or complain about empty glasses. Y/n had prided herself on being as fast as lightning. She was meant to be invisible, silent but deadly. Yet, that had all but disappeared. 

She was slow, sluggish as she moved about. No one really noticed it, the other barmaids lacked her pace in general. But she wasn’t herself. She could feel it deep down whether she would admit it or not.

Richard’s plan was starting to take form and, though, it was moving at snail’s pace, it was still moving. Y/n found that more and more, she was out on the street befriending people for her brother. Those that wanted nothing to do with them often chased her through the alleys of the industrial city. Often times she ended her days with bruises and scratches along her body from her escapes. Boards and narrow passageways would cut and mutilate her skin while she did the work that needed to be done.

Her brother had told her she could take a break if it was too much. That she didn’t need to put herself in harm’s way for him. His business was growing and he could find someone else to take her job, give her one next to him. 

But she refused.

She liked the thrill and excitement of running from her enemies. It reminded her of all the trouble she used to cause when she was just a little girl, running through the streets of Plymouth. 

“Get that gentleman an old-fashion,” Y/n directed Beth, one of the new Barmaids. “Do be quick about.”

With that out of the way, Y/n went to the backroom to refill the tap. It wasn’t quite ready to be refilled, but she needed a break. Her day off was starting to look better and better the longer she was at work. 

“Hiding, I see.”

Y/n turned to find Tommy standing in the doorway. She shook her head. “No, just doing my job.”

“I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.”

She shrugged at his statement. “I’ve been here during work, you know that.” Her answer came out dry, but it was hard to infuse them with any joy. She desperately needed a nap.

He rolled his eyes. “I mean after your shifts. You used to come in all the time. Now you only show up for your shifts. What changed?”

“Nothings changed. Just decided to drink at home, it’s cheaper,” she said while she changed the tap. That was true. It wasn’t hard to spend a whole paycheck at the pub if you ordered the right drink. 

And Y/n always did. 

The man hummed, clearly not satisfied with the answer. But nothing ever satisfied Thomas Shelby and Y/n was trying to remind herself that she didn’t need to. He often regarded her as nothing but a play toy. There was no need for her to satisfy a man that was unsatisfiable. 

With her work done, Y/n slipped passed him and back to the pub, never meeting his eyes as she moved around him.

*~~*~~*

Tommy sat in the private room, his brothers at his side. Finn was rambling about some boxing match that he’d watched the other day. John and Arthur indulged in conversation with the boy about it as it was the only thing that he took interest in at the moment. Tommy was silent on the matter, he had other things on his mind.

The conversation he’d had with Y/n was playing over and over again in his mind. There was something about it that he found concerning. Her words were blunt and bare. They gave little away, but her outward appearance practically screamed at him. 

She was weak, he could see. Y/n wasn’t skin and bones, but Tommy could see that she was getting there. He paid her plenty so he didn’t think that lack of funds prevented her from feeding herself. He worried that perhaps it was her mental state that was harming her physically. Maybe she had always been like this, always been weal and slow, and he’d never noticed because she was nothing but a whore to him. 

But that couldn’t be it. 

Tommy remembered the first moment the woman had caught his eye. She was running around the bar during rush hour, her lungs constantly full of air. Her cheeks were full and they were rosy red. Y/n was alive and full of laughter.

That wasn’t the same girl that was working now.

“Do you think somethings wrong with Y/n?” the man asked and took a drag of his cigarette.

John and Arthur cut their conversation with Finn short and turned to their brother. 

“Why do you ask?” Arthur inquired, pouring more whiskey into his glass.

Tommy shrugged, “She doesn’t seem like herself.”

John scoffed at that. “Like you know what she’s like.” When his brother sent him daggers, he explained himself. “It’s just that, she more of a whore to you that you respect because she is a woman. You don’t respect her because you care about her or you love her. Perhaps you think she’s not well because you two had a falling out and she won’t fuck you anymore.”

He snorted. That was the answer he knew would come from Polly’s lips. “Married life has changed you.”

Though he wanted to wave the comments aside, Tommy knew them to be true. He didn’t know Y/n for anything. She was a stranger to him just as he was a stranger to her. But he wanted to know. He wanted her to be more than just his whore. There was something about her that told him he had to get to know her. That if he did, she would forever be in his life. 

To do that, he first had to figure out what was wrong with her.

*~~*~~*

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