#Cafe in Isabel

[shellwanders]

Forever Cafe Isabel: A Cozy Oasis in the Heart of Isabel

[aromiekimart]

Coffee break - part of my Animal Crossing nostalgia illustrations. I love coffee, and I loved helping out Brewster at his café he's the coolest birb

Available as a print on my INPRNT store!

[gregor-samsung]

La caméra de Claire [Claire's Camera] (Hong Sang-soo - 2017)

[annelisreadingroom]

Hi everyone, are you reading more spooky books in October? I've read a couple of darker books this month but I often read dark books, so I wouldn't say I read them because it's October.

[gianttankeh]

Adam Green & Ali Robertson & many more at Counterflows at Cafe OTO, London: 12/9/24 - 14/9/24.

You can find out more about the three day programme of performances here & you can purchase tickets here.

[sunflowerwinds]

catching up [h.c]

summary: after you made out with hazel in the closed space of her dorm room, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it or her. at a study session, brittany invites the group along with her to a sorority party. hazel declines going as do you. this was your opportunity to get in more ‘lessons’ on what exactly you’ve been missing out on.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language and content, smut including — fingering (r! receiving), heavy praise kink, dom and sub dymamics, aftercare, jealous!reader, brittany highkey being reader and hazel’s #1 supporter, hazel is a boob girl, more of cocky!hazel bc she’s hot as fuck, fluffy ending.

word count: 5.4K

a/n: y’all ate up falling behind so here’s part two of hazel showing you exactly what you’ve been missing out on.

You’ve always been one to zone out during your and Isabel’s study sessions. It was usually because you all of a sudden began to think of the most random questions or what your life would be like if you were rich.

Now, Hazel was overtaking every single thought that crossed your brain. That afternoon in her dorm room shouldn’t have been as mind-consuming as it was.

It’s only been two days. Two fucking days and Hazel has ruined you.

Her touch was imprinted on your waist. When you got dressed and undressed, you imagined her removing your clothes instead of you. Your body craved her touch in ways that made you feel embarrassed if there was anyone who could read your mind.

And that damn hickey.

It’s at the deepest shade of red and purple, according to Google, because you researched as soon as you left Hazel’s room that day. Isabel hadn’t seen it nor did she know about you and Hazel’s make-out session. You had thrown on the college hoodie over your plain white tee. You were lucky that every single room on campus was below freezing.

You felt bad not telling her as throughout your stay here on campus, she’d become one of your closest friends. But you know how she would’ve reacted if you told her you had made out with your crush just for ‘practice’.

Suddenly, you felt a pencil thump your forehead, causing you to pull yourself out of your crowded thoughts. You held your forehead for a moment to feel over where the eraser hit you.

“Oh my god, what was that?” You ask Isabel from across the table. The two of you were seated in the campus cafe.

“You have not blinked for two minutes and I was getting scared,” Isabel replied with a worried chuckle. “What is going on with you? You never let your iced latte sit there for so long.”

You glanced at your clear plastic cup, noticing the condensation that was forming on the outside. She’s right. Usually, there would just be ice with the tiniest bit of coffee left over for the next hour that you would be studying with Isabel.

“Nothing is up with me. Bel, I’m fine,” you assure her with a forced grin.

Her pretty green eyes narrow at you, clearly not believing a word you were saying. She flips one of her two pig-tail braids over her shoulder before folding her arms in front of her chest, squeezing against her baby pink lace cami and Josie’s gray zip-up.

“Who is it?” Her voice was accusatory as she glared in your direction.

Your eyes widened for just a moment before scoffing.

“What are you talking about?” You sigh and begin to write down notes for your history class.

“I can tell when you’re crushing.” Isabel chuckles, reaching forward to sip her hot coffee. “I’m kind of glad, honestly, because who knows how long you’ve been crushing on Hazel.”

You let out an awkward chuckle along with her. Flashes of images of Hazel’s heavy lips on yours and how she kissed and sucked on your neck came flooding in. You could feel the heat rushing up to your ears and neck. Suddenly, the hickey was becoming very itchy.

You had to tell her.

“Isabel, you’re right. It is someone. I,” you sucked in a deep breath and rubbed your hands over your bare face. “I made out with Hazel two days ago.”

Isabel’s eyebrows raised and her eyes widened at your confession.

“What? Why?” Isabel’s face held a mixture of concern and curiosity.

You open your mouth to explain to her what exactly went down but out of the corner of your eye, you see PJ, Josie, Brittany and of course, Hazel entering the barely occupied cafe. You held one hand up to your temple, muttering an ‘oh, god.’ Isabel noticed the sudden switch up in energy and slowly turned her neck to look behind her, spotting the group.

“You’re telling me about this later,” Isabel stated with a smile as she raised a hand to wave over her girlfriend.

Josie’s elated smile grew when she saw Isabel waving at her and she jogged over to the two of you. You noticed Brittany glance at Hazel before the faintest of smiles spread across her face. You knew exactly what the brunette was thinking and you wanted to disappear into the hoodie at the sight of Hazel.

She was ordering at the register; the cashier was blushing at whatever Hazel was saying. You wanted to vomit. Josie came up behind Isabel’s chair, gripping onto the back of it.

“Hey, babe. You wanna sit with us?” Isabel tilted her neck back to look up at Josie.

“Sure, yeah. I’ll go and let everyone know.” Josie smiled softly down at her girlfriend before placing a kiss on her head.

Your eyes follow Josie’s figure trailing back to the group. She mutters the question to everyone and Hazel instantly cranes her head in the direction of you and Isabel. You don’t even have time to divert your eyes and pretend you didn’t see her as she locks her gaze on you.

Hazel grabbed her cup from the counter and a cheese danish she had gotten on the side, adjusting her tote bag strap. You subtly try and fix your hair, sucking in a deep breath as you watch the group approach. Hazel wore a white crew neck with black stitching and a pair of dark gray Levi’s.

You wanted to roll your eyes at how good she looked. Of course, she had to round the table right next to you when there were a few more open seats elsewhere.

“Hey,” Hazel grinned, her tone kind and friendly.

You couldn’t even attempt to be annoyed with her as soon as she looked in your general direction.

“Hi, Haze,” you breathe out with a smile, twiddling with your pen in hand.

Way to keep your cool, dumbass.

“Holy shit, what the fuck is that on your neck?” PJ nearly shouts as she sits on the other side of you–the side where Hazel had made that hickey.

Everyone turned their heads towards you with furrowed brows. Brittany sat on the right side of Isabel while Josie sat to the left of her. Hazel glanced at Brittany who just smiled to herself, pulling out her own notebook from her bag.

Their little glances were driving you insane.

“Who is giving you hickies?” PJ taunted with a chuckle, nudging your shoulder. “I thought you were celibate.”

“None of your business and I have never once said that I was celibate.” You give PJ a warning look before going back to writing, hoping the girl would leave it alone.

“Maybe not celibate verbatim but I remember your breakdown just last week about giving up on dating forever.” Josie decided to join in, making your skin crawl.

“Guys, it's none of our business so let's just change topics, please,” Hazel spoke up before you could snap at both PJ and Josie.

Your head turned to Hazel, nodding to give her a silent ‘thank you’ for speaking up for you. She merely smiled back and patted your thigh as a reassuring gesture before lifting her coffee to her gorgeous lips. You keep your composure as you had expected her to remove her hand to not draw suspicion to you both. Instead, she kept it there.

Hazel squeezed your thigh once just for good measure.

“Oh, do you guys wanna come to a sorority house party tonight? Stephanie from my metals course invited me and said I could bring friends. It’s supposed to be, like, super fun.” Brittany spoke up, her eyes bouncing from person to person.

You look up from your paper when you hear Josie, Isabel, and PJ agree to the party. Hazel’s hand left your thigh and felt like you could breathe again, rubbing at her neck with a shrug.

“I don’t think I’ll go this time, guys.” Hazel takes a bite of her danish as everyone starts to question her. “I just don’t feel it tonight. I actually got shit to do.”

Isabel’s eyes were digging into you at what Hazel had said which caused you to frown. Hazel thrived in those types of scenarios. Who knows how many drunk sorority girls had experimented with her?

“Wha— Hazel, you’re my pass to sorority puss.” PJ huffed.

“Maybe you’ll get some if you stop calling it puss, PJ,” Hazel retorted, snorting at PJ’s words.

You zoned out of the rest of the conversation, focusing on how Hazel was going to be alone tonight. Or at least, you were hoping she was going to be alone. ‘Shit to do’ could easily be some other girl she had managed to seduce easily just by being her naturally charming self.

Maybe tonight is the night to ask Hazel for some more ‘lessons’.

Isabel had helped you pick out a cute yet comfortable outfit. Your white tube top that you brought out on rare occasions and a dark blue jean mini skirt with pockets that didn’t even work. You took a risk and left your hair in its natural state. It was rare for you to leave it down as it was hard to manage otherwise.

But you felt good, sexy even in this outfit and you had every intention to do something with Hazel tonight. You even shaved from head to toe which might’ve been overdoing it, but you felt more confident that way.

You close your eyes and suck in a deep breath as you prepare to knock on the door. You haven't heard any moaning so you assume Hazel is by herself. You knock on the door three times, bouncing on your Converse-covered feet anxiously.

The heavy door swung open to reveal Hazel in a white tank top and green sports bra, a pair of faded olive green sports shorts clinging onto her bottom half. Her eyes light up at the sight of you, leaning one of her arms against the door.

“Hi.” Hazel’s smile spreads onto her face, tilting her head to the side as her eyes follow up and down your body.

“Hey,” you reciprocate her smile, clasping your hands behind your back. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course, honey. Come in.” Hazel stepped aside to open the door more for you to walk in.

You step into the familiar environment, scanning the area to see a candle lit on her and Brittany’s shared bedside table. The way the rest of the room was only lit up by said candle illuminated an almost seductive element to the area.

“I thought you were going to the house party?” Hazel asked as she shut the door and locked it. Her eyes fell on the round of your ass in the skirt, rolling her bottom lip in between her teeth to hold back the groan that was threatening to escape from her lips.

You really were the prettiest thing she’d ever seen.

“Uh, no. Parties aren’t my thing, but they’re usually yours,” you point out, turning to face her. “Why didn’t you go tonight?”

Hoping you’d come by. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.

“I wasn’t in the mood for partying.”

You simply nod, not wanting to push any more on the subject as you lean on the end of her identical bed frame to yours. Hazel furrows her brows and folds her arms over her chest, inching in closer to you. Your confidence shrank because of her close proximity.

“Why are you here, honey? Hmm?” Her voice was low and inviting, a hint of a smirk forming on her lips.

“I wanted to see you,” you admit, hands gripping onto the wood nervously. Your gaze flickers from her eyes to her cupid’s bow. “And I wanted to see if you wanted to teach me something else.”

“Like last time?” Hazel hummed.

“Yeah but just… more.” You explained awfully, nerves getting the best of you.

Hazel nodded as she stepped in between your open legs. Her hands rest on your jean-covered waist, your hips pushing up into her touch. God, you had missed her hands.

“Do you get off often, honey?” Hazel asked, throwing you off guard for a moment. Her thumbs rub the strip of your newly exposed skin as you sit on the foot of the bed frame.

You shake your head, looking at her with a sheepish smile. “Not really, no. I try when I have time or feel like I’m in the mood. But n-no, no. I don’t.”

“Okay, do you feel like you know how?” Hazel tilted her head, squeezing your hips once before continuing the soothing rubs.

Again, you shook your head, not elaborating that time. Hazel’s sharp gaze and sweet words caused your panties to pool with your arousal.

“I can show you.” Hazel’s voice was so low, it was borderline whispering.

Your brows raised and eyes widened with hope, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Really?”

Hazel’s lips curled into that signature smirk, staring directly at your lips shamelessly. You were wearing this shimmery gloss that Brittany had lent you after the group's study session.

“You look like an angel, honey.” Hazel compliments you with that look that you’ve seen Isabel give Josie numerous times.

She was horny, too. You could feel it and you wanted her now. You’re elated by her sweet words and your mind is already fogging over.

“Can I kiss you?” One of her hands leaves its spot at your waist to cup your cheek.

You nod with a soft ‘yeah’ before she leans down to capture your lips onto hers. You tilt your chin up to follow her lips, your hands releasing the wood to hold onto the back of her neck.

Both of her hands grip onto your waist, the rings covering her middle and ring fingers indenting into your skin. You gasp as her tongue swipes past your bottom lip but she doesn’t slip it in like you had hoped. You whine softly, looping your fingers under her chains to pull her in closer.

This causes Hazel to pull away with a hum, looking down at you with hooded eyes.

“Still getting too eager, huh?” Hazel teased, gripping and tugging your hips in closer to her crotch. Her roughness only made you wetter; you needed her to touch you now.

“Haze, please.” You look into her eyes, hoping she will do something soon.

Hazel pecked your lips a few more times, releasing your beautiful hips to walk around you to the bed. You turn your neck to follow her body and watch her sit on the bed, legs out like last time but more spread out.

“C’mere, baby. Sit up against me.” Hazel motioned with a small smile, her eyes trailing up and down your body as you stood up.

You blushed sheepishly and made your way to sit on the bed. Your mind echoed the way she called you ‘baby’ and how it made your desperation for her grow even more, if that was even possible.

Hazel doesn’t hesitate to take it into her own hands to tug you by your waist to sit in between her legs. Your back was against her chest, her cold chains and her mullet-rocker hair brushing up against your exposed back and shoulders.

“Are you comfortable?” Hazel’s hands were rubbing up and down your shoulders to rest at your upper thighs.

“Yeah. What are you going to do?” You question softly, your hands resting on your lap.

“Well, help you be able to make yourself cum, yeah? That’s what you want, right, honey?” Hazel’s head was next to yours, her chin resting on your shoulder.

It annoyed you not being able to see her. That is until you saw her closet that was right in front of the bed. A full-body mirror hung on the back of one of the doors. You could see the shadowy view of Hazel’s face, her cocky smirk flashing you through the reflection.

Were you into mirror sex? The sight of you up against her, chest panting and legs spread to see your best pair of panties clinging onto your wet cunt. Hazel’s palms were holding your legs open, eyes locked on your flushed face and chest.

“Is the mirror okay? I can take it down if you’re not—“

“No!” You interrupt her, your hands flying to hers that were on your mid thigh. “I like it. I like being able to see you.”

Hazel smiled at how open and honest you were being. For being as inexperienced as you were, you weren’t doing as bad as you thought you would be. Hazel made everything feel easier.

“Are you flirting with me?” Hazel teased, digging her nose into your neck where the hickey was.

You let out a soft giggle at the feeling of her lips brushing along the mark. Her lips replaced her nose within the span of five seconds. Your eyes focus on the mirror, watching as her lips gently kiss the darkening spot.

“How’s the hickey feeling, baby? Talk to me.” Hazel questioned as her hands were running up and down your sides.

“Normal. It feels fine.” You tell her truthfully, the way her tone made your pussy pulsate.

You wanted her to talk to you that way forever. The way every word was dripping in lust sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“We’ll talk about it another time, yeah? Let’s focus on you, baby.” Hazel’s palms trailed to the front on the ribbed tube top, her fingers right underneath your tits.

You push your chest forward into her touch, growing ‘eager’ as Hazel’s called you before. So what if you were eager? You were a virgin getting manhandled and groped by your crush who was about to teach you how to get off.

“Before you get off, honey, you have to tease yourself, okay?” Hazel’s lips grazed against the shell of your ear. “Be gentle.”

You nod to show that you were paying attention. Her hands that were brushing past your underboob creep to your nipples that were stippling through the fabric of the tube top. You inhale sharply, eyes fluttering but not closing just yet. Her fingers slip underneath the bottom of the material to tug it down ever so slightly, exposing more of your chest to the mirror.

“This is cute.” Hazel smirked against your skin, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“Thank you,” you reply, eyes locking on her hands through the mirror.

The thought of other girls going crazy over seeing Hazel in the reflection just as you did made your stomach turn with jealousy. You know it's happened and you were only hurting yourself more by pondering on it while you were with her.

She’s not yours.

“Hey,” Hazel whispered, furrowing her brows. “You with me? Kinda spaced out there for a second, honey.”

You blinked twice before nodding, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, yes. I’m sorry.” You apologize, now suddenly overcome with embarrassment.

“Don’t apologize, baby. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Hazel was quick to make sure you were feeling comfortable. “You’re doing good.”

The praise made you preen and turned your mind to mush. It didn’t help that her hands were slipping underneath your tube top to lightly grope at your tits. You hum at the feeling, the cold rings adding to the sensation. Your head rolls onto her shoulder as she runs her thumb over your nipples.

“Look at the mirror for me.” Hazel instructed, removing her hands from underneath your top.

You did as you were told, gaze locked back on your reflection. Her hands were trailing up to the top of the tube top, fingers digging into the fabric to tug it completely down. Your tits are exposed now and you feel vulnerable.

A good, exciting vulnerable.

“You are just beautiful everywhere, huh?” Hazel hummed as she took both of your tits into her palms, her bottom lip rolling between her teeth.

You thought your tits were alright. Nothing seemed that special about them but Hazel made it seem like your body was crafted by Greek sculptors.

“Haze,” was all you could say, not knowing how to take such praise.

“Alright, alright,” she placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, shushing you softly.

As you sat there, your sexual frustration with her grew. You knew this was the point of the teasing, but you needed to get off immediately before you broke down into tears.

“Can I take this off?” Hazel asked softly, tugging on a belt loop on the skirt.

You nod eagerly. Your hips lifted up as she carefully shuffled the jean down your plush thighs. Her nails nicked at your skin as her hands brush down the sides of the plump skin of your outer thigh. You aid her by kicking the skirt off the foot of the bed once they reach your knees.

Hazel lets out a soft chuckle at your impatience. You were a vision laid out on her. The way your panties She couldn’t believe she was going to do this with you. She hasn’t been one to have performance anxiety but it was different with you.

You weren’t just a stranger or one-night stand; you were her friend or whatever you wanted to call what you two had now. That was something for her to worry about later.

Now, her lustful desire was the only thing on her mind.

“So, what I mean by teasing is,” Hazel trailed off to drag the tips of her fingers over the front of the damp spot in front of your white cotton panties.

You sharply inhale as her fingers brush right over your swollen clit from underneath the material. You keep your gaze on the reflection, not wanting to miss a moment of this. The sight was so deliciously obscene. A part of you wished you could take a photo.

“Make yourself want it more, okay?” Hazel instructs as her hands move to your inner thighs.

The short crescent indentation of her nails make themselves known as she lightly digs her hands into the plush and soft skin. You nod mindlessly, one of your hands gripping onto one of her arms.

“When am I supposed to…” You trail off, gasping when she casually brushes past your clothed pussy.

“Touch?” Hazel hummed, kissing at the nape of your neck.

“Haze, it hurts. Please.” You whimper, no longer feeling like yourself at the moment.

You were induced in a desperate haze, hips rutting forward into her touch. At this point, you were readily waiting for her to remove the restricting panties.

“So impatient, baby.” She tuts, shaking her head teasingly as she hooks her thumbs underneath the waistband of your panties.

You allowed a whine to leave your panting lips. You released her arm to allow her to shimmy down the embarrassingly wet underwear. The mirror revealed your glistening cunt.

“See how wet you are? Fuck me.” Hazel groans out her words as she teases her middle finger through the folds. “Such a pretty pussy, too, honey.”

Your hips follow her touch enthusiastically, needing. her to do something. Hazel removed her fingers as soon as she noticed your bucking hips, smiling to herself. She made sure to lock your gazes as she slipped the finger that was covered in your slick into her mouth.

You let out a gentle moan at the sight, tilting your head to look at her face. Hazel captured her lips to yours as soon as your eyes locked, one hand cupping the underside of your jaw. The other sneaky hand made its way in between your legs to tease your sopping cunt with her middle and ring finger.

As you were messily kissing, one of her fingers began to slip into you. You pull away to softly pant. You and Hazel’s swollen lips were just a centimeter apart as you begged for her to keep going.

“Your pussy feels so fucking perfect, baby. So wet for me, yeah?” Hazel mutters against your lips, her cocky attitude peaking through.

You nod at her words, trying to press your lips to hers. She shook her head with a condescending, chuckle and jerked her chin towards the full-body mirror.

“Watch, pretty girl. You’re supposed to learn something from this.” Hazel pecked the underside of your jaw before pulling back.

You refrained from rolling your eyes but focused on the reflection. Her finger began to pump in and out of you.

You weren’t learning jackshit.

All you could focus on was how fucking amazing her finger felt inside you. When she curled it inside, you let out a mix of a surprised and aroused moan. One of your hands grips onto her bicep tightly as you buck your hits to meet her fingers movements.

“You’re doing so good, honey,” Hazel kisses at flushed cheeks and jaw. “My perfect girl.”

You preen at the praise, only being able to audibly respond with whines and moans.

My. She said ‘my’ as if you were hers.

As pathetic as it may have seemed, you felt it in that you were. Her endless amount of praise made your skin beam. Your mind was too fucked out to even notice that she had slipped in her middle finger. The slight stretch made you clench down onto her.

“Oh my— fuck, Haze,” you whine as a hand reached down to grip onto her wrist, feeling overwhelmed with the pressure being applied to your g-spot.

“Yeah? Feel good, honey?” Hazel’s other hand cupped one of your breasts as her nose brushed against the crook of your flushed and sweaty neck.

You nod with a delicate whimper. “I wanna cum, please, Haze. Please.”

Hazel kissed at that sweet spot right underneath your ear before kissing the sensitive hickey. The sound of you begging to cum made her own underwear become slick with arousal but this was focused on you. Making you cum.

Just to give you some ‘lessons’, of course.

“C’mon, baby. You can do it, pretty girl.” Hazel’s encouraging words made you moan softly.

Her fingers picked up their pace as the other hand kept its hold on your tit. You keep your gaze locked on the reflection and let out the most raunchy sounds that you’ve ever made. You feel your lower abdomen tightening as your orgasm gets closer.

Your hips stutter as you throw your head back onto Hazel’s shoulder, legs attempting to clamp her arm. The sensations of her wet kisses, curling fingers and delicate touch were too immense.

“Hazel,” you whined, your voice becoming higher pitched as you were about to cum.

That one word alerted her to keep her same pace. The hand that was on your boob wrapped around your waist to pull your flushed body up against her as you. Your breaths had become ragged and moans were whiny and high-pitched.

You were so close. So fucking close.

“Cum for me, baby. You’re doing so good. So gorgeous like this.”

You couldn’t even comprehend your orgasm as it ripped through you so quickly. Your eyes shut and rolled into the back of your head for just a second before sitting up to trap Hazel’s hand. Your entire body was quivering, hips stuttering as you rode out of the orgasm against her fingers.

You think you could pass out in all honesty from how intense everything felt. Hazel was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, one arm still wrapped around your waist to keep you steady.

“There you go. You did perfect, honey,” she pressed gentle kisses onto your heated skin, trying to get you to calm down. Your eyes were shut, chest falling and rising rapidly.

“I did?” You pant out, a weak chuckle leaving your lips.

“Mhmm. Perfect as always.” Hazel reassured you, letting out a smitten laugh along with you.

You hum as fatigue takes over your limbs. Hazel pressed gentle kisses onto your damp hairline, holding you close to her. You immediately try to nuzzle into her touch, feeling in dire need of a nap.

“Hey, you gotta go and pee.” Hazel whispers as she notices how limp your body was getting.

“Can I pee tomorrow morning?” You attempt to get her to let you stay here in her arms.

“No,” she huffed out a laugh, “I don’t want you to get a UTI. Look, I’ll come with since I have to wash my hands.”

You suck in a deep breath, pretending to think for a moment before sighing out an ‘okay.’ Hazel reluctantly released your waist to let you make yourself more… well, not fucked out. You sit up gradually onto her bedsheets, cracking your lower back.

The rest of the night was more than you could’ve asked for. After you had gotten the strength to stand up, Hazel walked with you to the small bathroom her and Brittany’s room had. You peed and she washed her hands in the comfortable silence.

You fell asleep happily in her sleeping shirt that she had lended you: a plain white oversized tee. Hazel slept on her back as you rested your head on her chest, one leg thrown over the both of hers.

The next morning came quickly as you heard shuffling coming from the bathroom. Your eyes were squinted as you stared at the posters on the wall. You knew it wasn’t Hazel in the bathroom as you could feel her arm draped around your naked waist underneath the shirt.

You sit up slowly as you rubbed your heavy eyes with one palm, looking around the room as you were fully waking up. A soft click echoed into the room and you see Brittany emerge from the bathroom, wearing what you assumed was her outfit from the night before. A neon pink tank top with white shorts.

Her makeup was slightly smudged, neon green eyeshadow lathering her lids.

Brittany grinned weakly at you, yawning through her words. “Morning.”

“Morning.” You blush as you tug the sheets to cover your exposed lower half.

“How did you sleep?” Her tone was knowing and cheeky.

“Britt, don’t start.” Hazel speaks up causing you to jump as her eyes were still shut and body was still.

You thought she was dead asleep. Hazel merely tugged you in closer to her, adjusting herself once again as she smacked her dry lips. You lay back down onto her chest, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“Fine. Happy for you guys, though. You know how many times I had to deal with you both ogling at each other?” Brittany muttered as she laid on her side, groaning when her head hit the mattress.

You tilt your head up at Hazel’s relaxed features, watching them alter into annoyance as she opens her eyes to glare at Brittany’s figure. A small smile spread onto your lips at what you had just heard.

“You ogle at me?” You whisper, twirling a strand of her hair around your finger.

Hazel couldn’t help but allow the faintest smile to spread onto her lips.

“Yeah, I kind of…” Hazel sucks in a deep breath before huffing out. She knew this was now or never. She had to tell you the truth. “I really like you. I know you may not believe me because of… you know. But I do. I want this with you. It’s scary to me but I don’t want this with anyone else.”

Your heart grew tenfold at her confession, eyes softening with adoration. Her gaze was avoiding yours. You’d never really seen Hazel so vulnerable in the few years that you’ve known her.

“I really like you too, Haze. Ask anyone in our friend group. I thought I made it so obvious.” You confess as you trace her chains on her neck.

“Really?” Hazel asked in disbelief.

“Don’t even,” you scoff, finally locking eyes with her. “I got so fucking flustered around you.”

“Okay, yeah. I noticed.” Hazel admits softly, pressing her nose into your cheek as you groan out in embarrassment. “Stop. I thought it was because you were shy.”

“Around you. Literally no one else.” You bury your face into her neck, cuddling into her body.

“Well, regardless of that, I’m glad that this is happening now.” Hazel pressed soft kisses onto your head before accepting your embrace.

“Me too.”

You hum in content with your position, mentally, physically and with Hazel. You close your eyes once again, floating down into another deep sleep in her embrace. Classes forgotten, worries disappearing, and heart full.

Making out with your best friend was the best decision you ever made.

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𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, chapter 2

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You stepped out of the Penthouse and were immediately met with a familiar brunette, staring back at you with a warm smile. You couldn't help but shake your head as you continued walking but of course that didn't stop Nate, he caught up with you.

"Good morning, uh... why are you in a rush?" Nate spoke, amusement lacing his voice before you stopped, sighing as you studied him. He was holding a coffee and a bagel from your favorite shop, they were obviously meant for you. Every morning before you left for Paris, you and Nate walked to the cafe by your homes before going to school. And now, he's here, standing at your doorstep, pretending like the last 9 months hadn't happened.

You finally met his gaze and felt your heart do a little flip. It was too early for this, you thought to yourself as you exhaled again. "Morning," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you.

His presence was both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the life you had left behind in New York.

His eyes were settled on you for a few moments before you spoke up again. "Nate, I'm trying to get to school, so..."

Nate's smile faltered slightly at your response, his eyes betraying a hint of hurt before he quickly masked it. "Right, of course," he said, his tone carefully neutral. "I just thought... I mean, I wanted to catch up with you."

"Nate," you exhaled, putting a hand on your hip as you stared back at him. "We can't do this again."

"Do what?" He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "You're my best friend, I can't want to catch up with my best friend?"

"That's not all and you know it." You whispered, trying to keep calm.

He shook his head before meeting your gaze, his shoulders slumping. "I know," Nate admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know there's more, Y/N. And I know I messed up before. But I just... I miss you. I miss us."

"You have a girlfriend and she's my best friend." You spoke as Nate's eyes refused to meet yours. "You said yourself that you didn't want this."

"I never said that." Nate responded firmly, finally meeting your gaze. "Jesus, Y/N. I told you I loved you and you just... ignored me."

You scoffed. "Ignored you? What did you want me to say? Blair's my best friend and she's your girlfriend, Nate. And don't get me started, I kissed you and-and you pulled away."

"That was before-"

"Before what? And it doesn't matter anymore." You shouted, scoffing. "It doesn't matter anymore because I choose Blair, okay? And you should too."

"You sound like every other person, Y/N." Nate interjected, his voice tinged with frustration. "I thought out of all people, you'd understand."

"Nate, I can't do this right now. I have to go to school, okay?" You finally cut in, your tone firm as you stepped back, putting some distance between the two of you.

"Fine. We can talk later."

"There's nothing else to talk about, Nate." You responded firmly, not bothering to turn back. "Just leave it alone, okay?"

──౨ৎ──

Seated alongside Blair, Kati, and Isabel, you watched as Jenny, a freshman, proudly displayed the invitations she crafted for the upcoming "Kiss on the Lips" party on the Met's grand staircase. However, you were lost in your thoughts, still reeling from the recent argument with Nate just hours ago.

The image of Nate's hurt expression lingered in your mind, haunting you. Did you maybe be too hard on him? Did you ruin his morning? You knew you should be participating in the conversation, but your thoughts were consumed by the weight of the argument.

"Right, Y/N?" Blair turned to look at you with a slightly annoyed expression. You nodded slowly, not sure of what she said. Isabel and Kati let out giggles as Blair rolled her eyes. "I knew you weren't paying attention. I said that you were going to show up naked at the party."

"Sorry, Blair." You mumbled. "I'm just jetlagged." You lied through your teeth as you looked up at Jenny. "But the invites are pretty, great job Jenny."

"Yeah, they're not bad." Blair focused on the invites, going through them. "And here's yours, as promised." She hands her the invitation with a grin on her face.

"Thanks." Jenny replied with a sweet smile on her face, taking the invitation from Blair's hands.

You looked up and saw Serena approaching you two, a yogurt in her hands. "Hey. Here you guys are. I looked all over the dining hall for you."

She noticed Jenny and immediately reached out to shake her hand, "Oh, hi. I'm Serena."

"I know. I mean... hi, I'm Jenny." She flushed as you let out a laugh. She was adorable.

"So, when's the party?" Serena's question drew your attention back to her, her gaze now fixed on Blair as she picked up one of the invitations from the floor. The atmosphere shifted subtly, a silent exchange passing between Blair, Isabel, and Kati.

You watched as Blair looked back at her, shocked before her expression turned into amusement. "Saturday. And you're kinda not invited."

Your jaw slightly fell open as Blair and Serena glared at each other. "Blair-"

"Y/N." Blair redirected her focus to you, effectively halting any protests with a scoff.

"Until 12 hours ago, everyone thought you were at boarding school. Now, we're full and uh, Jenny used up all the invites." She explained as Isabel and Kati let out giggles. You exchanged a glance with Serena, unable to believe Blair and whatever she was trying to pull.

"Um, actually-"

"You can go now." Blair interrupted Jenny, causing her to immediate go quiet and begin walking away. Serena gave her a sympathetic smile before returning to Blair's gaze.

"Oh, come on, Blair." You spoke up finally, annoyance clear in your voice. "Don't be like that."

"Be like what?" Blair shot you a pointed glare, cutting off any further objections before you could voice them. The tension between you was palpable, but before anyone could speak, Serena intervened.

"No, it's okay. I got lots of stuff to do anyway." Serena said, maintaining eye contact with Blair as you attempted to mediate between them.

As Blair and the others swiftly packed up their belongings, you couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at the lack of empathy in Blair's demeanor. "Well, we should get going then. Unless you want us to wait for you... looks like you've got a lot of yogurt left,"

"No, go ahead." Serena remarked, her tone mirroring Blair's as they began to make their exit. You stood there a few moments but before you could begin speaking, Serena turned and spoke up.

"Blair, think we can meet tonight?" Serena's request hung in the air, the tension between them palpable as you watched them.

Blair's response was swift, though not without a hint of hesitation. "I'd love to... but I've got plans with Nate," she replied, her eyes meeting Serena's with feigned regret.

Serena's insistence did not waver, her resolve evident in her tone. "The Palace, 8 o'clock? Nate will wait."

Blair hesitated before she locked eyes with you before sighing. "I could probably do a half-hour."

"Thanks for making the time." Serena responded sarcastically.

"You're my best friend." Blair retorted in a similar tone, her words laced with a hint of bitterness. You watched as they all began to walk away, leaving you with Blair.

You met her gaze and gave a her a sympathetic look. "I'll talk to her."

But before Serena could respond, Blair's voice rang from the bottom of the stairs. "Y/N, come on. We're gonna be late!"

With a sigh, you turned to follow Blair, the weight of the tension lingering in the air like a heavy fog. As you walked alongside her, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. The rift between Blair and Serena had only deepened, and you knew that mediating between them would be no easy task.

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Hey, Brother

Armando Aretas

🎧- Story of My Life: One Direction

summary: Armando’s your older brother, here’s how you meet, past and present.

themes: extreme angst and fluff. A bit of violence. But mostly found family and sibling love.

authors note: completely convinced he’d be an amazing older brother. There is a 8 year age gap between reader (20) and Armando (28). Also shout out to my older brother…I wuv you 💞😭 Also yes I know i switched a few things around. Just enjoy it. If you want a part two, lemme know!

Read Part two here

Four Years Ago

Miami Florida University

The night on campus was quiet, the only things to be heard were the comforting trill of crickets and the soft waves of the ocean, only three miles out from the college.

Armando sat idle on his motorcycle, twelve beats away from where he’d been told you, their next victim, worked.

This entire time he’d been killing people in the name of the Aretas family, he couldn’t understand why Mike Lowery, some beat cop came last. And why his mother was resorting to taking his daughter as bait.

What made Mike so important that he deserved a fight for his life, for your life?

“Mamá, no entiendo, ¿por qué ella?” Armando says through his phone.

Isabel sighs on the other end. “Con el tiempo, hijo mío.”

“She’s just a kid.” Armando sighs, pulling out his ipad and looking at your photos again.

From what he gathered, your were a first year nursing student here at MFU, you got great grades, danced for a kpop club, and worked part time at the cafe he was currently parked out side of.

But most importantly, you were Mike Lowery’s daughter.

Which, in the grand scheme of things, shouldn’t matter.

But for some reason, to his mother, it did.

“She's a pawn,’ Isabel hisses. “Mike necesita conocer el dolor de la pérdida; this will show him.”

Armando nods, taking a deep breath, feeling the same incorrigible anger rising up in his pit again at the sound of Mikes name.

This man had stolen everything from him: his family, his dynasty…his father.

Though his didn’t understand his mother’s methods, he’d never question her madness.

This man took everything from them, it’s time he learned that same pain, and as much as he didn’t enjoy hurting innocent… you were the key to getting even.

“Lo haré mamá.” Armando said, watching you finally exit the cafe.

“Muy bien.” Isabel said, hanging up.

Armando pushed off on his bike, riding a bit down the narrow street before hanging a right and turning back around.

Out of his pocket, he pulled out a needle. Whatever was in there was strong enough to knock out a bear, so it should have no problems sending you, a small college freshman, into a deep sleep.

Swiftly, he drives forward, accelerating until he just passes you before he makes an abrupt stop, cutting your path off.

You fall back and onto your ass.

You help as you hit the pavement, lifting your small hands to access the damage that had been caused by you cradling your fall.

You hiss at your bleeding palms before looking up at Armando in sheer disgust.

The heat of your gaze causes Armando to flip up the visor on his helmet, something in your eyes giving him pause.

He wasn’t a vain person in the slightest, but something about your eyes, when he looked in the mirror, they were so similar to his own that it nearly startled him. They were the same shade of chocolate brown covered by thick, dark lashes.

His observation of you quickly dries as your curse at him. “What the hell, dude! You could have killed me!”

Armando doesn’t say anything, instead he offers you a hand.

Reluctantly, you take it.

Just as your nearly up, Armando pricks you with the needle.

Your face drops as you snatch your hand away from him.

You look down at your palm, a single trail of blood dribbling down your wrist from the spot he pricked you at.

“What the fuck,’ you wobble, turning to run down an ally.

Armando watches as you attempt to flee, he knew it wouldn’t be long before you passed out.

And as he predicted, ten steps in and you were slumped against the moist ally ground.

He picks you up, slinging you across his shoulders, carrying you towards his bike and driving off into the night.

Later…

When you awoke, you found yourself bound to a chair in a large, abandoned house. You wiggle against the binds, only scathing your wrist even more.

You scream out, panic rising in your chest as your breaths shorten.

"Help!" You scream. "Someone help me!"

"Help is on the way, princessa.' A slick voice says.

You turn and see a beautiful woman taking slow, slutry steps down the staircase towards you.

"Who the hell are you?" You croak, scooting away from her the best you can in this damn chair.

The woman, grips your chair with one hand, while running another through your curls. "Your fathers la venganza.” She hissed.

“Don’t touch me,’ you bite. “And my father did nothing wrong, you’re lying.”

Isabel grips your chin, hard. You try and wiggle free but it’s no use as she pulls you close.

She turns your head from side to side, the warm evening sun causing a glint in your eyes.

“Always the eyes,’ she mumbles. “He gives all of his children his eyes.”

“What?” You question, breathlessly.

Isabel forcefully lets you go, leaving a sore spot on your chin.

Your mind reels around her words and the weight of them.

She was your father’s revenge, why? And had she been the one to shoot him all those months ago?

And all of his children. Your father only had one child, you.

Looking around the wear house and seeing all the sage and candles burnt, the circles and alters, you could tell that whoever this woman was, she was crazy and you wanted no parts.

The thought was enough to make a few screams come out of you.

You stamp your foot against the ground, “Let me go! Let me the fuck go!”

Isabel rolls her eyes at you, mumbling something in Spanish before she shouts, “Armando, ven a llevarla antes de que la mate yo mismo.”

Quickly, the man for the other night emerges.

“No,’ you scoot back in your chair as far as you could. “No.”

The man, Armando, grabs you out of your chair and drags you up the staircase.

At the top of the staircase, he slices your binds loose but still has a good hold on you.

Now, you by no means are a good fighter, but with your dad being police, you know a few things.

So as Armando unlocks a door, presumably to put you in, you stamp on his foot as hard as you can.

Armando yelps at the sensation, doubling over, giving you enough time to kick him in the legs and send him down on the ground.

As soon as he hits the floor you take off, running down the steps as fast as you can.

In the foyer, you check for the exit in front of you, but the door is locked.

Your head is buzzing, you didn’t have much time as Armando would be up soon, probably ready to kill you, and that Isabel, who knew what she’d do if she caught you.

You had to move fast, and the window behind you, seemed like your best bet.

You scurried over me to it, working frantically as you tore wooden planks off the window.

You about all got your face out the window before strong arms wrap around your waist living and pushing your back.

You scream as you hit the ground, coming face to face with a less than pleased Armando.

“Enough games!” He shouts.

You crawl backwards, afraid he’ll hit you…or worse.

“Okay!’ You whimper. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” You squeak as he towers over your shaking body.

You fully expect him to return the blows you’d given him earlier, but to your surprise he doesn’t. He just grabs you up again and takes you back to that same room.

Shoving you inside he gives you a parting word.

“Do that shit again, and I won’t save you.” He slams the door, leaving you alone in a windowless room, wondering how you’ll end up dead.

In all the enemies your father has had, none of them had mad it a personal mission to kidnap you…so why had they?

Fingers toiling with the dirt around you, it finally clicked.

This was a set up.

You were bait.

And just as fate would have it, you could hear what sounded like your father and Marcus crowding in the foyer downstairs.

You stood up, running towards the door and banging on it like a madwoman.

“Help! Dad! Uncle Marcus!” You shout, slamming your fist against the door.

When the door flies open, you expect to see one or both of them there, but you see Armando.

“Come on.” He grabs you. “Nice and easy.” He places a gun to your temple.

“Stop, why are you doing this?” You whimper, taking careful steps down the stairs.

“Why did your father start it, hm, princesa?” He questions, pulling you in front of your family.

“Dad!” You shout, tears pooling from your eyes.

“Let her go, Armando!’ He shouts, turning to Isabel who stands elated. “She’s a kid.”

“We were all kids once, Mike. It’s why she must have her turn.” Isabel says.

Mike shakes his head, drawing his gun at her, Marcus doing the same to Armando.

“You kill me, he kills her.” Isabel shrugs.

Marcus adds, “then I’ll kill him.”

“Then it’ll be a blood bath.”

You whimper, “please don’t hurt me.”

Armando tightens his grip on you. “Cállate.”

“I just want to go home, daddy.” You cry.

Mikes hand shakes as he hears your pleas. “I know, baby, and we will.”

Isabel smacks her lips. “Liar!” She shouts, lunging at Mike.

Mike dodges the hit, but Marcus’s gun going off starts a cataclysmic event.

Everyone who wants present before suddenly emerging from the darkness and letting off their weapons.

You scream, falling back into Armando, who lifted you off the ground with one hand while shooting with the other, as the chaos erupts around you.

“Marcus!’ Mike yells. “Get Isabel, I’ll get my daughter!”

Marcus sprints, to the best of his ability, after Isabel, while Mike makes full way towards Armando.

In a dark room, Armando drops you, pushing you into a corner.

“Don’t make a fucking sound.” He threatens.

You whimper in a comply.

You hear your father, Mike, burst through the doors, calling your name.

You do as Armando says, though, keeping quiet, afraid anything you do or say will get you and Mike hurt…or worse.

You watch from the dark corner as your father searches the room, only seconds later Armando jumps him, landing a blow.

You watch from the sidelines as they traded blows back and forth.

And it hurt to watch your father in a fight, it did, but what hurt most? The words slipping from his mouth.

“Armando,’ he said. “I’m your father.”

Your head was buzzing, spinning.

What the fuck did he mean this man was his son? How was that even possible?

Your heart raced as you watched Armando’s face fall, confusion lacing every corner.

“You’re lying,’ he said lading another blow, bending down and dragging your father out of the room and into the burning hallway.

You weren’t sure if it was adrenaline or curiosity, but you needed to see this through, hear it for yourself.

You push to stand and creep after them.

Armando has your father at the ledge, his shirt balled up working his hands.

“Last chance,’ he croaks, eyes searching. “Who are you?”

“I just told you.”

“Lie again.” Armando growled, wrapping his hand around your fathers neck, applying pressure.

You gasped, stepping forward, but a hand cautioned you to stay hidden.

You turn, finding Marcus’s comforting eyes as he mouths, “Don’t do it.”

"He needs us," you whisper in protest, Marcus's arm staying firm on yours.

"They need this, just wait."

You relax, only a little watching the scene unfold.

"Ask your mother if you don't believe me." Mike croaks.

Armando turns, loosening his grip on Mike, and in a turn of lightning, Isabel appears, mumbling in Spanish.

"Es verdad lo que dice?" Armando questions his mother.

Isabel shrugs. "No es importante. Mátalo.' her eyes drag over to where you and Marcus stand. "Entonces ellos."

Armando shakes his head in frustration. "Es mi papá?"

Isabel's eyes darken, her words fleeing her mouth more rapidly. "

"Is he my father!" Armando shouts.

Something in the way your father laid limp in Armando's graps, the fire and smoke building around you all, and the life you once knew just yesterday crumpling around you had you desperate for the truth.

"Tell him!" You shout.

Isabel pays you no mind when she says, "yes."

Three letters.

One word.

That was all it took for your world to shatter.

You had a brother you hadn't known about, a brother who drugged and kidnapped you.

all of his children have his eyes.

A brother your father had behind you and your mother's back.

The realization made your mind splinter, picking up in your chest with each shortened breath you took.

Tears pooled in your eyes, making the scene in front of you blur and sharpen, wax and wane.

It's not until a shout and commotion caused you to dial back in, where you find Isabel pointing the barrel of her gun directly at your chest.

You're too frozen to move and put your hands up to brace yourself for the pain, for death.

But it never comes.

only the sounds of four shots ringing out and blaring in your ears, that's the only sensation you get.

You move your hands from your eyes and find Isabel falling over the balcony to her death and Armando on the floor, his shirt filling with blood as Mike, Marcus, and Rita crowd around him.

It clicks then for you, he took that bullet for you, he stepped in for you against his mother.

This family was dysfunctional as hell.

"Get over here!' your father calls out to you. "Now!"

You scurry over, tearing off your flannel and placing it on Armando's wound.

"We need to get the hell out of here!" Rita shouts.

"Go with Rita!" Mike shouts towards you.

You nod, locking hands with Rita and rushing out of the burning building.

Once outside, you look behind yourself to find Mike and Marcus dragging Armando's body and placing him on the ground, applying pressure to his wounds.

The rain clouds your vision as you draw closer to the van waiting to take you away and back home.

"Is he going to be okay?" You ask, holding your wet and naked arms.

Rita sighs, ushering you into the car. "I don't think that's something you should have to worry about.' She smiles softly. "Get some rest, kid. Okay?"

You nod and shut the door, feeling the car jerk before it pulls off and away from the chaos.

You fasten your seatbelt and lean your head back against the headrest.

Perhaps Rita was right, maybe worrying about Armando wasn't such a good idea. Maybe it was best for you to shove it down and let your dad deal with it, like he did everything.

Because you didn't think your heart could handle any more than what it was already going through. Thinking about Armando, your father, and Isabel...it would only weigh you down more.

So you decided to leave them all at that building that night, to burn up in the flames.

At least you tried to...

Four Years Later

Miami Florida University

"Please tell me you're coming to this party tonight?" Your friend, Kiesha, asked over the phone.

You chuckle, climbing the last flight of stairs to your apartment. Your father, Mike, had got it for you as gift for being in your last year of college.

“I can’t, sorry.’ You place the key code to your apartment and the door unlocks. “Lots of studying to do.” You half-lie.

“Girl, all you do is study. You know college is not actually for school.” You can practically feel her rolling her eyes.

You drop your bags on the counter, pulling out a pack of ramen noodles and starting a pot of boiling water.

“That’s easy to say for someone who’s only half majoring in, what is it, communications?” You comment.

The line goes silent for a minute before Keisha comes back.

“Wow,’ she scoffs. “I get that you’re stressing out with finals and you know, your dad being a fucking fugitive and all, but you don’t have to take it out on me.”

You run a hand through your hair, it getting tangled within your curls towards the end.

“Kiesh,’ you groan.

“Save it. Have fun studying.” She grumbles before hanging up.

“Fuck!’ You shout, turning and tossing your phone down the hallway.

Your grip at your hair and tug slightly, shutting your eyes you feel a hot tear slip out.

It had been a whole week since your father and uncle Marcus were deemed fugitives and accused of doing God knows what. It had been hard for you and Christine.

Knowing your father, you knew the allegations weren’t true, but another cover up, same as Captain Howard.

Still, you know it was bullshit meant nothing to the “adults” in charge. They saw him as guilty, and that seemed to be the end of it.

You turn, wiping away your tears and placing your ramen into the boiling pot of water.

It wasn’t the best, but it was all you could stomach these days, the fear of your family's future causing your appetite to slim.

You twirling the noodles in the water with a pair of chopsticks, watching the five minute timer chime by. It all but captivated you into a trance until a creak against the floor caught your attention.

You turn your head, peering down the hallway you had just thrown your phone. Staring into the darkness, you see a figure moving towards you slowly.

You gasp, grabbing a large knife and holding it out in front of you with shaky hands.

You would call for help, but unfortunately your phone was in harms way.

“Don’t come any closer,’ you squeak.

The figure doesn’t respond, it just trudges closer and closer to you until it’s emerged into your kitchen lighting.

At first, you have to squint real hard to make out who it is, but then, when you catch a glimpse of his eyes, so hauntingly like your own, you know who exactly it is.

Your brother, Armando.

You don't drop the knife, keeping it held high as you slowly approach him. You'd seen how vicious he was, and you weren't taking any chances with him.

Closing the space between you two, you could see that he's in full tactical gear, covered in blood.

He takes another step towards you, you step back, before collapsing onto the ground and passing out.

You rush towards his side. “What the hell!” You rip open his vest, finding all kinds of stab wounds and lacerations littering his body. “Armando!” You shake him.

He doesn’t respond, you shake him again, harder this time, and a tiny black book falls out.

You open the book and find your address on one sheet and another sheet addressed to you.

Don’t hate me, babygirl. I’ll explain everything soon, until then, you two lay low.

Be strong for me.

Love, Dad.

You could scream, you could actually fucking scream right now.

No way this motherfucker sends this other motherfucker to your house for you to nurse back to health.

You crumple up your father’s note, chucking it across the room.

Looking down at Armando, you watch the slow rise and fall of his chest as he lay unconscious.

It was obvious he was loosing blood, and you could let him bleed out and pretend you tried everything.

But then again, he saved your life before…and he didn’t even know you.

Guilt tugged in your chest at the thought.

“Fuck.” You breathed, throwing your head back.

You knew what you had to do.

You figured lifting him would be hard, he was bigger than you by a long shot and was basically deadweight.

You tapped him, shook him, slapped him…hard, but nothing woke him up.

Looks like you’d be operating on the floor.

You stood, gathering your curls in a pineapple on your head, and headed to your bathroom.

You grabbed all the first aid kit supplies you could find, fresh clothes, a blanket and pillow, before heading back out to the main part of your apartment.

You slipped on some gloves, cut open his shirt, and began working on his wounds, dressing them and putting on bandages.

Thank God for nursing school and clinicals.

It took you two bowls of ramen, a Celsius, and a whole heck of a lot of bandages and gorilla glue, but you got Armando mostly patched up.

You wiped the sweat of your forehead grabbing the pillow and blankets you’d grabbed.

You gently lifted his head placing the pillow underneath and the blanket on top of him.

Next to his body you placed the fresh clothes, Gatorade, protein bars, and a bottle of water.

When you finally stood, you felt woozy and in need of a shower and sleep yourself.

But before you crept off to take your shower, you stood over Armando, taking in his features.

His dark hair, his smooth skin, his nose, and lips. He looked like a Spanish version of your father and it was freaking you the fuck out, sending a shiver down your spine.

You walked away hoping your father’s explanation was coming soon because, you may have just saved his life on the conscious fact that he’d done the same for you, but he was still dangerous…and who knows what would happen to you when he wakes up.

The next morning, when you wake up, you creep out of your bedroom, peaking to see if Armando had moved at all.

To your surprise, he hadn’t.

You release a heavy sigh, walking over towards his body.

You watch his chest rise and fall, faster than last night.

Good.

At least your dad couldn’t kill you for letting his son die.

You lean in a big closer to Armando, checking out his wounds from a far.

One wound had opened it seemed like.

You turn and grab the gorilla glue and a bandage of your counter.

Completely removing one bandage, you toss it to the side, pinching the skin of his chest while prepping the glue.

You’re just about to glue his would shut again, when his arm shoots up, gripping your wrist.

You scream, falling back on your ass.

Armando’s eyes shoot open and he sits up quick in a panic.

You crawl backwards, away from him, bumping into the cabinet .

Armando groans, rubbing his sore torso and arms.

His eyes skate across the room before they find yours.

He jumps back a little. “¿Qué diablos me hiciste?”

You swallow, holding your knees. “I don’t speak Spanish.”

Armandos eyes widen then narrow. “Did you do this to me?” He says, accessing his bandages.

You hesitate to tell him the truth…would he be mad and hurt you again?

Armando must sense the hesitation. “I’m not going to hurt you,’ he groans, slowly standing up. “It’s just a question.”

You nod, backing away from him. “Yes…I did.”

Armando swipes up the bottle of water, chugging it, tossing it aside, and then going for the Gatorade. “Gracias.” He grumbles, heading towards your bathroom.

You stand, slowly following after him, still keeping some distance between you two.

Armando peers over his should, eyebrow raised. “Mike sent me, if you’re wondering.”

“I know.”

“I don’t want to be here as much as you don’t want me here.”

“I never said that.” You clarify, even though he’s not wrong.

“Don’t need to.”

You frown. “Armand—,”

He slams the door shut.

“Great.” You roll your eyes. “Just fucking great.”

You slam your head against the wall, thinking off all the ways you would tell your dad off when you saw him next. But until then, it seemed you and Armando would be roommates.

So you should try and be cordial, right?

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WIP WEDNESDAY

“Daddy, will you stay?”

“You want me to?” TK asks, voice suddenly a higher a pitch. “Yes!” Both Elias and Isabel answer in unison, not an ounce of question in their voices.

“Okay then, if it’s alright with papa, I will stay.” The kids attention now falls onto their other father, who was just taking another bite of his food. He quickly swallows, nodding his head slowly. “I think that would be okay,” Carlos does his best not to sound too enthusiastic, even though his heart seems to speed up a beat at the idea.

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[hazelsmirrorball]

Santa’s Little Helper | Hazel Callahan

summary: Y/n is in desperate need of a job when her friends from her fight club find out where she works. They come up with a plan to make her have fun. pairings: Hazel Callahan  x Fem! reader warnings: none.

Y/n desperately needed a job, with money being tight this year and Christmas being around the corner searching for a job on Christmas break was her top priority. So she applied to every single job in the mall near your home. Bookstores, cafes, fast food and clothing stores, yet the job that was on the bottom of the list was the first and only one to call her back, so she desperately agreed. No one was willing to hire an inexperienced young adult so might at well suffer a little bit for the money,

Y/n didn’t intend on telling none of her friends about her new job, one of the reasons being that for them having a job was something they didn’t have to worry about right now, at least for Hazel and Brittney since their parents were loaded. The other reason was how absurd and dumb the job made her feel. She knew if her friends found out she was working here she wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Her main duties were attempting to clean vomit, tears and other bodily fluids, while also pretending to be entertained by the client's wishes and smiling. But all of the above was nothing compared to the hideous work uniform she had to wear. She remembers PJ's first job and she couldn’t even comprehend how she could have such a fine uniform while Y/n had this outrageous outfit.

Her thoughts were snapped by her boss telling her it was time for her break. She thanked God and quickly went to open the small gate in front of her when she heard the familiar laughs in front of her. She slowly looked up, finding several pairs of eyes staring straight at her.

“Sometimes getting up early has its perks, Sylvie. Because if you would’ve told me if I went Christmas shopping to find Y/n dressed like this I would’ve come here sooner” PJ said with laughter filling her voice leaning against Hazel in an attempt to hold her laughter and posture. Sylvie mickmed his actions attempting to catch her breath.

When Y/n looked around looking for help with the other’s she only saw all of them in the same condition as PJ and Sylvie .

“Come on guys! It’s not that funny” Y/n responded rolling her eyes with a huff. Which made the group laugh even harder. ‘

“Oh, It’s not funny L/n. It’s hilarious” Isabel responded hitting Y/n’s shoulder laughing

“Come on Isabel! Don’t hit her, she’ll tell Santa and he’ll put you on the naughty list” Josie responded giggling softly.

“I hate you guys so much,” she muttered through gritted teeth. Taking her elf hat off angrily. 

“When I told you, you could pass as an elf I didn’t mean literally sweetheart” PJ said out of breath, cleaning the tears spilling from her eyes.

“I for one think you look very adorable, Y/n. It suits you really well” Hazel exclaimed smiling which made Y/n blushed softly.

“Elfie! Your break is over. Santa is waiting for you” Y/n could hear her boss yell from a few feet away. She rolled her eyes while the laughter of the group intensified.

“Elfie? Please this keeps getting better and better” PJ and Josie hugged each other while screaming in laughter causing the people in the line to take pictures to look at the group and with that Y/n scurried away towards her place, settling down next to Santa and helping little kids on his lap. When she looked at the camera smiling for the picture she noticed her group of friends entering one of the stores in  front of her booth  but she brushed it off.

An hour passed by and she started hearing a ruckus coming from the line but she ignored it thinking it was a kid possibly fighting with his mom because he didn’t want to take a picture with Santa or that he didn’t want that toy, whatever it was they didn’t pay her enough to find out.

“Last picture before Santa goes on his break to fix up some toys, next please” Y/n in the sweetest voice possible. When she turned around noticing her group of friends wearing matching pajamas and standing in line to take their pictures she almost died.

“Yes! We are really excited to take pics with Santa!” PJ exclaimed while running towards him with Josie close behind. Both of them surprisingly ended up sitting on Santa’s lap. While Isabel,Stella-Rebecca and Brittney sat on the floor in front of them A criss crossed. Sylvie laid on the floor near the trio, taking Hazel  and Annie to each of Y/n’s sides.

“Have you kids been good this year?” Santa asked Josie and PJ.

“Oh, we’ve been the best santa” PJ grinned making Y/n roll her eyes.

“Well that’s amazing dear girl. What do you kids want for christmas?”

“My friend really wants to get lai-”

“PJ!” Hazel exclaimed while blushing

“Let’s take a picture with Santa!” Y/n said attempting to shut PJ up. The cameraman counted with his fingers.

“I wrote a little letter to Santa and asked him to leave a certain little helper under my tree this year” Hazel whispered in her ear after her face turned completely red.

“Say, Mistletoe,” Isabel exclaimed while smiling at the camera.

“one, two, three, mistletoe” the group minus Y/n said at the same time. The girl looked up to see Annie holding up a small mistletoe between Hazel and herself. Her face turned completely red when she felt Hazel’s  lips against her.

She lost her job that day but at least they had the best christmas card to send to everyone they knew.

Happy holidays!

[miniteezez]

Someone older

P.Seonghwa x fem reader

Warning: abuse, physical and verbal. Mention of diets. Injury. Christmas vibes. Older Seonghwa. Age gap. Legal.

Synopsis: it takes a real man to show you what it’s like to be loved

Wc: 4.5k

“Look how cute! I decorated my island for Christmas an-“

“Shut up (y/n)! God, you’re annoying.” Your boyfriend, Jae, snapped harshly. His eyes never left the tv. All you wanted was to show him your animal crossing island but he was too busy. As usual. You said nothing else, deciding to just go home instead.

The following day, you had a meeting with your father for lunch at his office. He was the owner of large business in the centre of the city. To say he was well off was an understatement. You were lucky to have him. Once he had buzzed you in, you made your way to the elevator and stepped in. Just before the doors shut, a hand came between them and stopped them. You looked up to find Seonghwa. He’d worked for your father for a few years now. His best employee. Tall with longish, black hair. He always wore a well fitted black suit and hair his hair done sleek and straight. There was no denying how attractive the man was. He came to stand next to you with a kind smile.

“Hello (y/n). How are you?” His voice was deep yet light, soothing at the same time. You always felt so comfortable around him.

“I’m okay, just meeting my father for lunch. You?”

“Ah, I just left my phone in the office. Then I’ll be off for lunch too.” You giggled at his forgetfulness, him smiling too.

“What are you gonna get?” You asked, subconsciously moving closer. Seonghwa looked down at you with a soft gaze, something now so foreign to you.

“Honestly? I’m probably going to go to the cafe round the corner. They have the best cake. And sandwiches but cake is better.” He chuckled, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“Oh I love cake.” Your stomach almost growled at the mere thought of sweet food.

“Oh yeah? I can get you a slice?” He offered, his kindness almost hurting your heart.

“Thank you, but I’m on a diet.” You told him, deflating. Seonghwa frowned, turning his body towards yours directly.

“You’re what? Seriously? Why?” Confusion was clear on his face as his eyes raked over you. You looked to the floor, playing with the hem of your jumper.

“I need to be thinner.”

“You’ll get sick. You’re so small.” Hearing him say this, you looked up in surprise.

“You think so?” Reaching over, Seonghwa fixed the parting of your hair softly. Goosebumps prickled your skin, face turning red.

“Yes. Everyone can see it. You don’t need to diet.”

You both got off on the top floor, Seonghwa quickly retrieving his phone from his desk. You knocked on your father’s door, waiting patiently. When he did open in, you were greeted with a loving hug.

“Are you ready?” You asked, pulling away. There was a sorry look on your dad’s face.

“I’m afraid something came up. I’m sorry.” It was obvious from his expression that he was apologetic. You smiled sadly, nodding in understanding.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’ll see if Jae is around.” You knew for a fact that Jae wouldn’t meet you. Your father made a noise of discomfort, looking around the room.

“Seonghwa are you busy?” Instantly, said man was by your side.

“Never.” Your father chuckled.

“Do you think you could escort (y/n) for lunch today?” He held out his card for him to take but Seonghwa shook his head.

“I’m more than happy to do that, I’ll pay. It’s no trouble. As long as it’s ok with you?” He looked at you, lips upturned.

“That’s okay.”

Together, Seonghwa lead you both out of the building and down the street. He opened the pale blue, rustic door to the corner cafe he had mentioned earlier. You stepped in to be greeted with the smell of coffee, cinnamon and cookie dough. Heaven. Walking to a table in the bay window, Seonghwa pulled your chair out for you to sit down.

“So, cake?” He wiggled his eyebrows making you laugh.

“I really should get a salad.” You said, his response being a bored looking face. Scoffing, you nod.

“Okay, you choose for me. I trust you.” Simpering, he reached over and pet your hair affectionately.

“I’m glad you do.” Then he went over to the counter. For a moment, you sat there with a blush on your cheeks. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You felt so strange, so light and stress free. It was unusual for you. After a few moments, he returned, placing the tray down carefully before taking his seat.

“I got you a chocolate and cherry cake. And a tea. With three sugars.” The fact he not only knew your favourite flavours, but remembered how you took your tea, warmed your heart.

“Thank you.” He just smiled, pouring your tea into the small cup for you. To add onto this, he gently peeled the plastic off your slice of cake and put it aside. Then he cleared the table of any rubbish. You looked at your food nervously. Jae’s words of needing to diet fully ingrained into your brain as you heard it most days. Seonghwa frowned seeing your expression. He knew something was wrong, just not what exactly. Picking up your fork, he took a bit of your cake and held it to your lips. Looking over to him, he smiled softly.

“Say ahh.” He chuckled, making you blush and part your lips so he could feed you. He seemed to relax when he saw you eat.

“Want to try some of mine? It’s strawberry and white chocolate.” Seonghwa got some into his fork, holding it up for you to take once again. You hummed in approval at the taste, sipping your tea to clear your pallet properly. You both fell into a comfortable conversation, eating your cakes happily.

“Are you coming to the party next week?” It was your father’s birthday and he was hosting a gathering at your house. Seonghwa nod, putting his fork down.

“Yeah, he put me in charge of the guest list. So I have to be there early.” He told you, making you happy.

“Well I’ll be there. I’m not sure if Jae is coming or not.” You thought out loud, wondering if he would actually put the effort in to be there with you.

“Is that you boyfriend?” You nod.

“Hm, your father mentions him sometimes.” You were surprised, Seonghwa scanning your face.

“Who told you, you need to diet?” Your face fell at his question. Pressing your lips together, you swallowed nervously. But you said nothing, just avoided eye contact. Reaching over, Seonghwa took hold of your hand.

“Are you ok, (y/n)? You can talk to me if you need to?” For a second, you stared across at him and basked in the feeling of comfort. It was like he could read your emotions.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He laughed, drawing shapes onto the palm of your hand delicately.

“You’re so kind to me.” Your voice was quiet, as if you were scared to voice your thoughts. And Seonghwa noticed that.

“I’m just treating you how you deserved to be treated.” Blinking fast, you stopped yourself from tearing up and offered him a weak smile. But Seonghwa wasn’t convinced. There was a ping. You quickly checked your phone, seeing who the text was from before swiping it away.

“What happened to your phone? Is it usable ?” Seonghwa questioned after seeing the state it was in. Remembering how it was thrown from your hand and stomped on, you shivered but shrugged.

“I dropped it. Down the stairs.”

“Oh okay. You should drink up before it goes cold.”

Around six pm, you headed round to your boyfriend’s apartment after buying dinner for him. You found him in the bedroom, just as he was turning his PC off.

“I brought you food!” You smiled cheerfully, hoping to see Jae happy. Instead, you were greeted with a sour face.

“Have a nice lunch?” Your heart dropped, swallowing thickly.

“I thought I told you to diet? you need to loose all this excess fat. Yet you were in a fucking cafe?” He walked closer, brows furrowed with anger. Using his pointer finger, the scruffy man prodded his finger against the side of your head harshly.

“You’re such a stupid woman. Fucking pathetic.” He spat, gripping your face aggressively. You whimpered, tensing up out of fear.

“Who was that man you were with then huh? You cheating on me?” Quickly, you shook your head.

“No I swear he’s just-“

“Did I give you permission to speak? Vile slut!” Flecks of saliva landed on your cheeks, your eyes screwing shut as Jae shoved you to the floor.

A few days later, you were helping your father in the office. Filing reports, cleaning the space and taking notes in a few meetings. You found yourself driving in and out of focus. Maybe it was the headache, or lack of food. Or maybe you were looking for someone. Seonghwa came in, in the early afternoon. Going straight to your father’s office with his overtime work from the previous night. You bumped into him, immediately shrinking back in fear. Though, when you looked up to find Seonghwa, you smiled widely.

“Oh, mr Park! How are you?” You asked, not noticing the crease in his brow. His eyes scanned you worriedly, hand lifting and carefully landing on your shoulder.

“I’m okay. I told you to just call me Seonghwa, (y/n).” Blushing a little, you laughed nervously but relaxed under his touch.

“Oh yes. Of course. I’m sorry.” You bowed your head in respect. He just sighed, tilting your chin up delicately. As if you were a flower.

“You don’t need to apologise love. Are you feeling okay?” His question made you swallow down your nerves, lips pressing together before forming a short smile. You nod, quickly moving past and into the next room. Seonghwa watched you go, frowning deeply.

“She’s not right.” A deep voice made the young man jump, turning to find your father stood in the doorway. Quickly, he ushered him into the office and locked the door.

“Don’t you agree?” Your father questioned, hands tucking into his slacks. Unsure of what to say, Seonghwa laughed anxiously.

“I’m not sure it’s my place to comment, sir.” He said, gnawing on his lip. Tutting, your dad rested back against his desk.

“There’s no need to be coy. I see how you look at my daughter.” Hearing this made Seonghwa sigh and nod, knowing he’d been caught out.

“Yes. I agree. Something is really wrong.” He thought out loud, putting his papers down.

“It looked like there was a bruise, on her cheek.” They looked at each other with concern. Your father straightened out, clearly angry.

“I have a feeling her so called boyfriend is the reason for this shit. Did you notice anything the other day?” He pressed on, pressuring his employee slightly. But neither minded.

“Yes. She seemed scared. She said she had to diet. And when I did the most simple of kind gestures, she seemed shocked. Like she could cry.” He finished before looking to his boss.

“You think it’s her boyfriend?”

“I do. He’s no good. I’ve only met him once and I hated him then.” The man spoke through gritted teeth, fists balled up tightly.

“It was like I said last time. He’s not right for her. He was on his phone the whole meeting too. But when he did speak to her, it was hostile.” Seonghwa listened to your father intently.

“I should have realised.”

“No sir, don’t blame yourself.” Quickly, Seonghwa intervened and let out a breath.

“He’s going to my party. (Y/n) told me before. Could you, try to keep her away from him. If it’s not too much to ask?” Your father pleaded quietly, wanting you safe. Seonghwa relaxed, smiling to him with reassurance.

“I’d be happy to, sir”

Sunday rolled around and you found yourself getting ready in your bedroom. Considering who your father was, the dress code was classy. Your dress fit perfectly, hugging your waist and coming out slightly in the most amazing silhouette. Your phone pinged, it was Jae. Letting you know he had arrived. You quickly ran downstairs and opened the doors. Jae looked up from his phone and grimaced before putting it away.

“You look-“ he pulled a face. “So hideous.” Then he pushed passed you and into the house. Biting your lip harshly, you trailed behind him and into the kitchen.

“Where’s the beer?” He asked, his back to you. You didn’t respond, causing him to grunt and turn around.

“I said, where’s the fucking beer?” You flinched, pointing towards the fridge. Jae just laughed mockingly, tilting his head.

“I meant, get me the beer. Dumb bitch.” Shrinking under his gaze, you scrambled to get him his drink. All Jae did was snatch it with a roll of his eyes.

“(Y/n)?” Your father’s voice brought you relief. He walked over and quickly lead you into the lounge.

“Could you lay out the flowers? Guests will be arriving soon.” You did as he asked happily, putting the vases out. At that moment, Seonghwa arrived only to freeze upon seeing a man he didn’t recognise. An average height and build, with short brown hair and an unironed grey suit. The man looked him up and down before laughing a little. He then walked away. Seonghwa frowned, standing there with confusion.

“That was Jae.” Your father walked over, bringing him in. Sighing, he nod and already felt sorry for you.

“You should have heard the way he was talking to her. Controlling her. I should kill him.” He spat, anger building up.

“Relax. Sir. I’ll try my best to keep them separated ok?” The doorbell rang, alerting them both. Your father answered after taking a minute to collect himself. Meanwhile, Seonghwa walked through to the lounge. He found you, placing the last vase in the centre of the coffee table. You turned in his direction and Seonghwas breath hitched. He swore he’d never seen anyone so beautiful. Seeing him, you smiled brightly and walked over.

“Good evening.” Your voice was light like candy floss and he thought, in that moment, you couldn’t be real. How could someone treat you so poorly?

“Hello, (y/n). You look beautiful.” He smiled, watching as your ears tinted red.

“What? Don’t be silly.” You giggled, looking down at the ground in disbelief. Seonghwa frowned, putting his bags down and taking your hands in his. Making eye contact, you felt yourself relax completely under his calming gaze.

“I’m not. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You look like a princess.” Each word made your eyes fill more, lips pressing together. Reaching up, he brushed your tears away with his thumb softly.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, letting his hand hold your cheek for the moment.

“I don’t understand. How you can think that.” You explain quietly, taking a shallow breath. Sighing, Seonghwa dipped to your level with a smile.

“I don’t ‘think’. I know.” He chuckled, reaching down and picking up one of the bags.

“And I got this pretty princess a gift.” Ignoring your blush, you took it from him confused.

“But it’s my dad’s birthday?” Looking up at him, he shrugged playfully.

“I think you need this.” Was all he said, urging you to open it. Pulling the tape off, you gasped when you saw a new phone. The exact one you’d been after. Taking it out, your mouth gaped in surprise.

“It is the colour you wanted right? Your father said but I-“ you cut him off, jumping and hugging him tightly. Seonghwa stumbled back with a laugh, holding you tightly.

“Thank you!”

“It’s nothing, honestly. Want me to help set it up?” You nod enthusiastically, sitting on the couch and pulling him next to you.

For the next hour, as guests piled in, you sat with Seonghwa and got your new phone set up. It was nice, sitting flush to his side. At some point, his arm had slipped around your waist. Neither of you chose to comment.

“Wait, you play animal crossing?” He looked happy as you downloaded your save data on pocket camp.

“Yeah, why?”

“I love that game. Do you have a switch? We should play together.” You grinned up at him, liking that idea. Turning your head, you found a pair of angry eyes boring into you. Seonghwa felt you tense up, following your gaze to find Jae.

“I should go.” You panicked, going to stand but the noirette held your waist firmly.

“No. Stay with me. I won’t let him hurt you.” Seonghwas words somehow eased you, sitting back in your seat once again. He sighed deeply, holding onto your shoulders.

“I don’t know what happens or why. But I know he’s not good for you. You need to brake up with him.” Deep down, you knew he was right. You bit your lip, staring down at your lap.

“He’ll kill me.”

“Not while I’m here he won’t. You’re safe with me.” Seonghwa reassured, voice smooth and tender. Looking into his eyes, he simpered and you knew that it had to be done.

“Why are you so nice to me? Why are you taking care of me?” Your voice shook slightly, his head tilting to the side with a grin that made him look ten time more handsome than usual.

“You know why.” Your heart rate sped up, Seonghwa leaning dangerously close. His lips brushed against your ear.

“I’m yours.” You shuddered, suppressing a smile badly. When he moved back, you didn’t protest as you were pulled into his chest comfortably.

“I’ll do it. Tonight.”Now feeling so sure, you had the confidence to finally say goodbye.

“Oh, (y/n), could you go get us that cake you made love?” Your father came over, grinning ear to ear. Giggling at his excitement, you nod and went into the kitchen. You pulled the cake out of the fridge, taking the covering off carefully. After spending the whole morning baking and decorating, you wanted it to be perfect for your dad. It was a custard and white chocolate cake. With royal icing and star decorations. You were proud of what you had achieved.

“That looks lovely. Doesn’t it?” Jae’s voice made your heart drop to your stomach. You turned to find him, blocking the doorway. There was no exit.

“I see you’ve had complany all night. You know, you said it was a man but. But what kind of man wears a pony tail?” He laughed fakely, taking a few steps forward.

“He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.” You were angry. He could tell. Poking his cheek with his tongue, Jae nod and sighed.

“I want to break up.” You spoke quickly, swallowing down your nerves. His head snapped up at you, eyes practically blazing.

“Oh you really are stupid.” He spat, gripping your wrist and dragging you harshly. He forced you up into your room and threw you down. The door slammed behind you, his footsteps coming by your head. Jae crouched down, fisting your hair and yanking your head up.

“What the fuck, gives you the right, to break up with me?” Tears rolled down your cheeks but you stayed quiet. This only irked him more and he stood with you.

“You're nothing without me!” he yelled, shaking you so hard you felt nauseous.

“Shut up!” You tried to retaliate, covering your ears. Before you could blink, his hand landed on your cheek with a loud slap. You stilled immediately, shaking in place.

“I don’t think you understand, (y/n). I can kill you. So easily.” The tone of his voice sent chills down your spine and you realised just how unsafe you are. Quickly, you dashed for the door with a scream

“Help-“ Jae tugged you back, nails digging into your sides.

“Seonghwa!” His hand clamped over your mouth in effort of stopping you. But it didn’t. Instead, you bit down on his hand.

“Ouch. You bitch!” Jae didn’t think twice before practically hurling you into the wall. Your head hit it with a thud. At that moment, the door burst open and your father charged for Jae with no remorse. He held him tightly, only for Seonghwa to storm in and punch him straight across the face. You tried to sit up, your vision blurred and head pounding. Curling in on yourself, you flinched when Seonghwa placed his hand on your back.

“Hey, look at me.” His voice was soft, it was calm and quiet. You looked up at him slowly, Seonghwa smiling a little.

“It’s okay. He’s gone now. You’re safe.” Your eyes darted around the room, finding both Jae and your father gone. Seonghwa carefully hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into his own. You clung on, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he sat on your bed. His hand ran up your back, finding purchase in your hair. A whimper of pain slipped past your lips. He could feel the bump forming.

“Turn around for me sweetheart.” Blushing, you did as he said. Seonghwa sat you between his legs, tilted your head forward and moved your hair to check.

“That’s going to bruise. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, looking back at him.

“Because I wasn’t there.” He muttered, patting your hair straight affectionately. Turning to him, you reached up and cupped his cheeks.

“But you’re here now.” You spoke quietly, his hands coming up to his face and taking hold of yours.

“And I always will be now. You’re safe with me. I promise you.” Seonghwa pressed his lips to the palm of your hand and smiled. You returned it, blushing lightly at his action.

“We need to put some cream on your face, your cheek is swelled.” Reluctantly, he left your side, going downstairs to get the first aid kit.

He took a while. Which, you thought was strange but sat there waiting nonetheless. You contemplated everything. Jae. His behaviour. The way you had lived the past year. The constant fear of doing ‘something wrong. When, in reality, you weren’t doing anything wrong. Your likes, interests and hobbies were yours. Your fashion was your choice. Your diet. Your hair. Your love. They were all yours. Seonghwa walked in, holdingte first aid kit. He took a seat on your bed in front of you and smiled.

“Sorry I took a while, your father and I got distracted.” He told you, pulling out a pot of cream. You tilted your head, blushing as Seonghwa applied it to your cheek.

“Distracted?”

“Teaching Jae a lesson.” Now understanding, you scoffed lightly and gazed up at him.

“I was thinking, maybe you want to get away for a few days? You could come stay with me? Just to clear your mind.” Smiling widely, you nod eagerly and hugged him tightly.

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. And guess what?” He rubbed your back as you drew away. “My place is already decorated.” You gasped, holding onto his arms.

“But it’s only November?” He chuckled at your excitement, pulling your hands into his own gently.

“Who cares? I love it.”

After getting a small bag ready, your father saw you both out and Seonghwa drove back to his place with you. Getting inside an elevator, he pressed the button for the top floor. Shivering slightly, Hwa noticed and pulled you into his side.

“I’ll put the fire on for you once we get inside ok?” He promised, smiling down at your shaking form. Though, when he opened the door, you stood there shocked. His penthouse was beautiful. Modern, sleek and monochrome with lots of grey accents. The place was open planned with a living area in the centre. A plush charcoal couch was situated in front of a fire with the to stationed above. Behind this area was the kitchen-dining then a set of dark stairs heading up. Seonghwa took your hand and lead you upstairs and into his room. Just like the downstairs, it was monochrome. He had a kingsize bed with a cream cover, a desk set up. Overall, his room was tidy and full of so many cute little details. You loved it.

“Would you like to borrow some pyjamas. They might keep you warmer.” Seonghwa was almost blushing as he went to his cabinet. Following him, you hummed.

“Yes please.” He grinned at your agreement, handing you some before leaving you to change.

After putting on the plaid pyjamas, you headed downstairs again and noticed something you hadn’t before. In the corner of the room, stood a tall, gorgeous Christmas tree. It was a fake, made obvious by its white branches, but stunning all the same. With black baubles and tinsel laid throughout, fairy lights were twinkling between the branches.

“Do you like it?” Seonghwa appeared next to you, holding a steaming mug. You nod enthusiastically and gazed up at him. He took you to the fireplace and asked you to wait a second.

“Here.” Taking the cup from him, you smiled upon seeing the hot chocolate it held. Seonghwa quickly grabbed a blanket and laid it down in front of the flames carefully. You sat down, shivering in delight at the warmth around you. Once he grabbed his own drink, Hwa took his place beside you with a shy smile.

“Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”

“Very. Thank you.” Taking a sip, you relaxed at the chocolatey flavour.

“There’s no need to thank me, angel.” Seonghwa chuckled doing the same. Quickly, you shook your head and turned towards him with purpose.

“Oh yes I do. You took time to make sure I was okay, you’ve made me a lovely drink.” Seonghwa frowned as you spoke, reaching over and wiping some chocolate off the corner of your lips.

“That’s the bare minimum, (y/n). You deserve so much more than this.” You blushed, watching as he moved forward and put your mugs aside.

“I’m sorry you ended up with him. But if you let me,” he cupped your cheeks, thumbing the skin softly.

“I can show you what it’s like to be really loved.” Eyes slightly wide, you stared up with adoration and smiled bashfully.

“Really?”

“I told you before. I’m yours. You just have to say you’ll have me.” Your eyes locked together, searching for any sign of a lie. There was none. Simpering, you laced your fingers together and gazed up at him once more.

“You can be mine.” In a heartbeat, his lips were on yours as he pulled you into a deep kiss. Instantly, you reciprocated, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Seonghwa placed his hand on your waist, drawing you onto his lap with ease. You parted slowly, getting shy and glancing away. Laughing quietly, Seonghwa brought you back round and smiled.

“Was that okay?”

“Perfect. Th-“ he gave you a stern look before you could finish, making you press your lips together.

“Stop thanking me for simple things okay?” Nodding, he pulled you close so you could rest your head in the crook of his neck. The fire crackled perfectly behind you, warmth enveloping you in that moment. Seonghwa ran his fingers through your hair, taking time to massage the bruise on your scalp.

“You’re safe with me, (y/n). You always will be.”

[gregor-samsung]

La caméra de Claire [Claire's Camera] (Hong Sang-soo - 2017)

[inthiseverymoment]

silhouettes emerging: chapter ii

“the Promised Land Blurred Awash in Dancing Footlights”

a very eventful first visit to the théâtre des vampires

iwtv oc x armand, this chapter ~2.9k

a few hours ago i thought this chapter wouldn't have much to it and might have to be merged into another. lollll

my apologies for the ever-so-slightly true idea that this is, just a little bit, the vampire equivalent of "y/n goes to a concert and is discovered bc she's Different"

but hey it's iwtv so it's gonna be deeper than that

also, i was not expecting how much FUN it would be to write santiago omg. also also, there’s an interview where mara said they put a ton of work into the ceiling and it turned out gorgeous only to never be used in a s2 shot, so i made sure to mention it so that this hypothetical episode would be sure to feature it

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Nineteen Thirty-Six, Paris, France

This could have been one of the nights she’d dreamed about.

That was the mantra that would not leave her mind as she took her time with each step down each cobblestone road. A curtain of stars, the smell of fruit-tinged alcohol, and French murmurs made it all too clear that, if there was someone beside her or if the destination of this walk was her own stage, she couldn’t ask for anything more.

Despite all she’d gone through in the city so far, Isabelle vowed to let herself enjoy this act of taking herself on a date to the theatre. This was the last performance opportunity in her area that she hadn’t auditioned for yet, and waitressing at a cafe near her tiny apartment didn’t give her even a fraction of the money to travel elsewhere in search of other gigs, so-try as she might to let the worry melt away-she was very much aware that this night was something of a last chance.

She was greeted at the box office by a man in powdered makeup who smiled at her with impressively realistic costume fangs. The others that filed in appeared to be half already-devoted fans of the company, with painted faces of their own, and half eye-rolling skeptics who scoffed at being dragged along with their friends or partners. With her slightly nervous eagerness, she felt somewhat in between the categories as, one by one, they all spilled through the door into the Théâtre des Vampires.

…My God.

She had seen stunningly intricate and opulent performance halls before, as a rejected hopeful, but something about this one took her breath more than all the rest put together. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, which itself was covered in murals that made her head spin to decipher. There were large, swooping statues of angels doing decidedly un-angelic things. Staircases were beautifully formed yet falling slightly apart; chairs were squeaking with age yet divinely comfortable; it was a perfect mix of well-worn and splendid.

Isabelle took her seat among the buzz of anticipatory audience members that never failed to make her heart glow. When the theater darkened with a booming clank and the spotlight sparked to life, standing in it quite suddenly was a caped man who seemed almost to have been born with “stage presence” written across his chest by the Fates themselves.

“Welcome-to the displacement of reason, and the excretion of pathetic desires,” he began, calculatedly gesturing. “By that I mean-”

And as he bowed, the devotees joined in in rapturous chorus-

“Good evening!”

“Good evening,” she echoed softly, a schoolgirl’s giggle fluttering into her chest. The powder-faced young woman in the adjoining seat grinned and nudged her shoulder.

“First time?”

She nodded, attention torn between the first person to speak kindly to her since she’d arrived and the leading man who had now begun to fly on a wire above the audience.

“Oh, you’re going to love it. Santiago up there-he’s one of the greats, you’ll never forget this performance as long as you live.”

This Santiago was making quite the show of his speech. As the lights and chandelier flickered, he floated straight above them, and Isabelle could have sworn she saw the rope detach from his jacket for a moment-she gasped-

“Look,” she said to her seatmate, and pointed up.

“Hm?”

“Didn’t you see?-”

But by now, Santiago’s course had taken him past them and up to the rafters, and the other girl shrugged, turning back to the performance.

As the leading man proclaimed that his audience was about to see “the highest form of art in the lowest of ways,” the crowd laughed in delight, and the spotlight followed him all the way, its large beam eventually half-illuminating the most beautiful person Isabelle had ever seen.

“Have you repressions that need airing?” the speech continued.

…Apparently, yes.

She was dumbstruck. It would be shallow to say that Bella Ditell-no, Isabelle de la Rue now-cared too much for appearances, and she did not want to be shallow. No, there was something else that had her incredibly curious about this stranger. It was something like the way he carried himself, something like the thousands of thoughts she could nearly see passing across his eyes as they glinted amber in the spotlight. The sound of Santiago’s speech blurred to nothing in her mind as she watched this young man scan the audience, tired, bored, generally disregarding.

I must be the only one looking back at him.

She figured this because, when his gaze went over her as it did all the others, he stopped-then blinked-and looked back. For a moment, Isabelle felt a strange sense of being read, deciphered in the same way she was trying to decipher him.

Whether it was the newness of anyone putting in the effort to decipher her at all, or the supernatural nature of the story being played out, there was either way an unfamiliar, undeniable rush of something.

The stranger smirked, and the spotlight followed its target away from the rafters and back towards the stage.

Near the end of his monologue, Santiago seemed to rally the previously coughing and chattering audience into a captivated silence with his declaration that everything about to happen was entirely real and that they would one and all be held accountable.

“Complicit…”

-that was her worst fear in one word-

“...repugnant…and appalling!”

She was, apparently, not the only one who was slightly bothered-

“And…”

Despite every instinct, she found herself leaning forward, awaiting a judgement she had never consented to be under-

What on Earth have I walked into?

“I love you for it.”

Stunned, she took in a breath.

Having given a wink to Isabelle’s blushing seatmate, Santiago was then looking straight at her, a certain yet intrigued tilt to his head, before turning back to the rest of the audience.

“And I welcome you…even as you disgust me.”

~

Twenty Twenty-Three, New York City, United States of America

“So that must have been new for you too,” Daniel probed, “being from such a strict moral background.”

“Indeed,” said Isabelle, half-breathless with memory. “That idea of being celebrated for the wrong or messy parts of yourself was entirely foreign to me.”

“And you said the plays were different back then. Different how?”

“When Louis talked about the Théâtre,” she began, “he said the plays always either ended in death or ‘some kind of cruel, barely motivated violence’. In the mid-thirties, most of them were the former. The stories were a little bit deeper, everything was more motivated, it was really more about the horror of grief and the unknown rather than laughed-off brutality-”

“Is that the truth?”

She blinked.

Is it?

“The plays…changed gradually. At the time when I was turned, they were as I describe, and a maker cannot get into the mind of their fledgling. So…a tentative yes on that.”

But she was shaken. No matter how hard and fast many of the vampiric powers and limitations were, there was always a possibility from the moment she stepped into that building that any given thought might not have been her own. If it weren’t for the many, many years she had spent coming to know her true self, free of both her emotionally repressive hometown and supernaturally oppressive coven, if it weren’t for the way she had come to recognize what a memory felt like when one of them had gotten into her mind, if it weren’t for that, she would have been living in a state of constant terror.

“Though the Théâtre was better than it eventually became, there was still a sense of horror to it,” Isabelle continued as Daniel scribbled away. “I found it so…so, so beautiful. And I hated that I found it beautiful, because it was so deeply unsettling-each contrasting thought only bolstered its opposite. Like I said, the final play, the one with the human victim, was done with more intimacy and less shock value, and had the whole audience breathless.”

She almost smiled in remembrance, and Daniel set his pen down to shoot her a look.

“So the small-town girl enjoyed seeing her first slaughter?”

For a moment, the shame returned, and she was sure he could see it flicker in her face.

“That night’s victim,” she confessed slowly, “was the girl that had ruined my reputation only one week before.”

“Ah,” was Daniel’s only reply, a bit delayed but with plenty of thought.

“Of course, I had thought at the start that it was yet another place she’d gotten a role, that she was playing the ‘scared woman’ remarkably well despite my surprise that she’d perform in a venue like this. But as the play went on, it seemed more and more real, as the introduction had promised. There truly was something supernatural in the air, and besides, I had never seen her act that well before. For some combination of a thousand reasons, my drunk-with-stage-lights mind started to believe.

“This was the one whose doting and shallow parents owned an opera company, who had dug her nails in hard during our first handshake, who had handed me a camera and sugar-sweetly asked me to take a photo of the rest of our dance class that only I would be excluded from, who had mocked every single girl who didn’t fit into her shiny, plastic norm over and over as it flew completely under the radar of everyone in power.

“And I saw her tremble in Santiago’s arms. The deeply privileged girl who had everything in life handed directly to her was suddenly at the mercy of a group of misfits that had been cast into the shadows all their lives. It was…”

She was quiet for a moment.

“It’s okay,” Daniel said.

“It was the most incredible thing I have ever seen.”

The journalist nodded and gave half of a smile, as if this was the confirmation that he was indeed in the presence of a fellow vampire.

 “Santiago offered someone else’s life in exchange, as he did when Louis and Claudia first went, but this time, instead of picking someone in whichever front row seat was most convenient…”

She trailed off, heartbeat picking up as she once more became lost in the memory.

“Yeah?”

“He gave her the choice.”

~

Nineteen Thirty-Six, Paris, France

“If you were to trade your life for one of these,” Santiago was whispering, every syllable ringing through the deathly quiet auditorium, “who?”

For the first time since they’d met, Isabelle saw the girl’s face in something other than triumphant composure, now streaked in mascara and worry. She was squinting in the light to get her bearings, and, with shaking breath, began looking through the audience.

It did not take long for her eyes to find her and widen with relieved malice.

“Her,” she choked out, pointing decisively. “Her, take her. She is nothing. I’ve wanted her gone for weeks. You know-”

-here the audience began to gasp as she started to laugh through her tears, and Isabelle’s blood ran cold-

“-you know, this near-death may actually be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, because once she’s gone, I’m safe again, I’ll know I’m the best again, I’m-”

Remembering that she was indeed in front of an audience, the young woman collected herself for a moment and nodded at Santiago as if he would join the rest of the world in doing her every bidding.

Santiago, for his part, regarded her for a long while, then looked at Isabelle for what felt like an eternity before his gaze traveled back to the rafters. Isabelle followed it up toward the stranger, who apparently held some sort of sway over the whole thing-the director, perhaps-and she awaited judgement with far higher stakes than what could not have been only an hour before.

Somehow, though, she felt…safe.

Something told her that she would not die that night.

The stranger almost, almost smiled, then gave a slight shake of his head.

This the girl saw, and she started shaking far worse than before as Santiago turned back to her with a positively villainous smile.

“Dearest,” he drawled, “I usually tell the forsaken audience member to remember this moment, to remember that they cannot trust their fellow mortals. But this one in particular does not need to be reminded of that after all she has endured.”

The young woman in the seat next to Isabelle was looking at her with eyes like full moons, and she herself was near tears.

How does he know?

“Half out of flippant disregard for all you view as below you, half out of jealousy of the many who possess a thousand times your emotional and vocal range,” Santiago continued, “you have subtly tortured oceans of young artists like yourself-like what you think you are. You believe that, because you do not allow yourself to think or feel deeply, you are more mature. And do you know where that will lead you, darling? Straight to an empty, vacuous, golden cage of a life. Anything you shall accomplish-sorry, anything Mommy and Daddy’s money shall accomplish-will not matter a single bit, not with that kind of a conscience, miniscule as it may be, gnawing endlessly at you. Perhaps, though, not endlessly; because, no matter the accolades, no matter the societal power, one thing still awaits us all.”

He smiled slowly, basking in the rich girl’s terror and entirely silent auditorium.

“You know what it means to be loved by your sycophants and those audiences filled with shallow old donors who believe screamed, flat high notes and deeply false tears equate to art. But I ask you this, my sweet: do you know what it means to be loved by death?”

The violin soared to a climax.

The vampire bit.

The young tyrant screamed.

Then the curtain fell in front of them, and the audience’s complete silence continued, interrupted only by muffled hisses from behind that curtain which seemed to have far more than one source.

Isabelle was snapped out of her reverie by her new acquaintance’s hand on her wrist and French-accented whisper.

“It is captivating, no?”

Slowly, silently, she nodded.

“They’re great actors,” the girl continued under her breath.

“Are you positively sure it’s not real?” Isabelle whispered back.

Then the curtain rose to reveal the cast, now heavily bloodstained as if they had all devoured their victim, and they bowed to the audience’s few stray claps which slowly but surely grew into a roaring applause.

“Oh, surely not,” the powder-faced girl said as she began the standing ovation. “But it is such fun to believe.”

The next few minutes were a complete blur of wonder, catharsis, and guilt.

Not guilt for what she thought she may have witnessed, but guilt for not feeling as guilty as she should have.

Feeling more feeling than she had felt in quite a long time-

Viens à moi.

-she pushed through the crowds to find someone to talk to about being hired-

Viens à moi.

-unsettling or not, this was still her last potential job, and selfishly or not, she had on some level adored what she’d seen-

Viens à moi.

-and all this time, amongst the chatter of the audience as they all left, she heard an occasional maddening whisper without an origin.

Some thought told her to duck into a hallway behind a pillar, which she did, and was confronted-as she had hoped-by the unfairly beautiful stranger from the rafters.

“Bonsoir,” she greeted, and found herself taking in a breath and starting to ramble before the man could reply. “Tonight…tonight was the most stunning theatre experience I have ever had. I’m not sure if you’re hiring, it feels odd to say that I’m not sure if you’d hire a human, but I think I could be something here. I can sing opera and jazz and popular song, I can play the piano and clarinet, I’ve done Shakespeare and a few horror plays back home, I can scream like the best of them, I know enough French to get by and am willing to learn more-”

“I figured as much,” the stranger interrupted gently, and they started to walk back through the hallway and the now-empty auditorium. “You are one of very few who seemed to enjoy our show for something greater than the novelty.”

“You’re the director, then?”

“Maître of the company,” he replied. “Armand.”

He then kissed her left hand in greeting-not only kissed her hand, but the birthmark on it, the birthmark her grandmother had tried in vain to scrub away, the birthmark which she had secretly cherished since childhood.

Through this flood of memory, she could have sworn she saw him smile.

“Isabelle de la Rue,” she said with a valiant attempt at matching his lilting accent. This Armand-Armand-tilted his head thoughtfully as they continued to walk.

“Is that a stage name?”

“It is. You’re the first to call that out. They called me Bella back home, which I always found somewhat infantilizing, because that was the way it was intended-and as for my last name, I wanted to separate myself from my past as much as possible.”

“You want freedom.”

“I do.”

The only thing that could draw her focus from Armand’s disarmingly earnest expression was that, from this angle at which there were no seats, her line of sight could go straight behind the curtain to a large splatter of blood at the center of the stage floor. Noticing that her eyes had gone wide, Armand turned to follow her gaze, then took her hand and briskly began to lead her away, continuing to look over his shoulder and urgently signal as if telling whoever was behind them to stop, stop, not this time.

That was the last thing she remembered before her world, having just been rocketed into glowing chandelieric light, went black.

[spideryuu]

' MY FUCKED CUTE GIRL!! SUKUNA "

🎀ᘎ warning(s): f!reader, smut, unprotected, dirty talk, handjob, bowjob, pet names (baby, darling, doll, princess...), dom!sukuna, true form sukuna (he has 4 eyes, 4 arms and y'k what else...), degradation, mention of drugs.

🎀ᘎ summary: Sukuna's been frustrated for a while and he doesn't know why. The other curses convince him to go outside to find some human to torture, until Sukuna found you and definitely knows how you can be useful to him.

🎀ᘎ words: 5,8k

playlist:

long way 2 go — cassie

favorite — isabel larosa

ultraviolence — lana del rey

do i wanna know? — arctic monkeys

streets — doja cat

— a/n: ignore the fact that curses obviously don't act like that, especially not with Sukuna. Also, Mahito appears (don't kill me), but he doesn't have that shitty personality. And the smut part is at the end, sorry. And I'm sorry if there are a lot of dialogue or grammatical mistakes, I'm trying my best. + the star divider belongs to: @cafekitsune

"Sukuuu." says a drunk Mahito.

"Stop bothering." he threatens. "Fucking idiot."

"C'moooon, don't be that mean." Mahito says, but this time surrounding one of Sukuna's four arms.

"Mahito, you have literally 3 seconds to walk away before I destroy your face."

"Oh, c'mon man! Why are you such a party pooper?" he asks, frowning.

"I'm not in the mood, that's it." replies, looking him directly in the eyes. "And you know perfectly well that you can't be around me when I'm not in the damn mood."

"Okay, I definitely know what you need." he states, sitting next to him and nodding.

"And can you tell me the hell I suppose to need?"

"Kill someone, obviously." Mahito says with a certain tone of voice, as if that's the most obvious thing in the world. "Or having sex for a whole day."

"Y'know what I need right now?"

"Humm?"

"To you to stop talking fucking nonsenses and stay away from me, for the love of God." he answers pushing Mahito away from him.

Mahito lets out a slight moan and looks at him with an angry face, stroking his recently beaten arm.

"Y'know what? Fuck you Sukuna, really."

He watches to his irritating friend walks away from him in silence, occasionally hiccuping from the high level of alcohol in his body.

Alone again, he has time to think.

«It's hard for me to admit it, but maybe that drunken dummy's right», he thinks after thinking a lot about their recent conversation.

He gets up without much desire, ready to look for Mahito and force him to go whit him through the streets in search of what to do. He finds him with, obviously, another bottle of alcohol in his hand. The smell can be smelled from where Sukuna is, and he gives him a look of disgust even though he can't see him right now.

"Mahito" he calls him dryly, but he doesn't even turn to look at him. "Mahito, don't make me say your fucking name a third time."

"The fuck do you want? Now you're the one who's annoying." he answers without turning around yet.

"Follow me."

"No."

"That wasn't a question. I said follow me."

"Learn to fucking talk to me well, and then we'll talk" he hiccups.

Sukuna sighs.

"Listen to me, just walk whit me on the street, and then I'll give you some bottle of cheap shitty alcohol, the kind you love so much."

"For real?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Since when you're so fucking kind? What's wrong with you?" he asks, now next to his big friend.

"Don't make me regret what I just said. Just take me to some shit so I don't die of boredom."

Mahito smiles whit a really big smile in response: he knows exactly where they can go.

Now they're on the street, walking. Mahito seems very happy, and he still hasn't told the angry curse behind him where they were going. They stop suddenly at a, what appears to be, small cafe.

"Is this the place you wanted to go so bad? A fucking cafe where they're probably going to serve shitty food?"

"No you dummy, I'm just hungry and I want to eat something. And because, well, this cafe has something worth it."

"Then you will have to eat alone, I'll go somewhere else."

"Seriously? You were practically begging me to come with you and now you're not going to eat something fast with me?"

"I wasn't begging you, let's make that clear!" he exclaims embarrassed.

"Whatever you say." he sighs. "Are you going to follow me or not?"

He's about to say no, but something makes him finally decide to go in and sit at a table in the corner.

The cafe's full of people talking animatedly, or working on their laptops. Sukuna definitely doesn't like that environment at all, and being so close to so many people makes him sick as hell.

He in loop taps the table with his fingertips, showing his clear annoyance.

"The hell makes this place so special?" he asks between grunts.

"You will see."

"I don't wanna wait."

"Shut up man, she's already getting closer."

"Who?"

But Mahito doesn't answer him, but starts talking very happily with you who just arrived. Sukuna looks at the scene with a frown. Was that simple human that made him want to eat in this place so much?

"And a chocolate cake, sweety." Mahito says to end the conversation with you.

Sukuna continues to look at him with a frown. When you finally leave, that's when Mahito turns around to talk to him again.

"Sweety?" he asks, strangely."

"Yeah man, you can't tell me she's not hot."

The curse turns to face you again, inspecting your body from top to bottom. At that moment you feel a chill run through your entire body and you turn around in search of what made you feel that way, and Sukuna quickly looks away.

"Well, she's not the hottest but for a quick fuck I guess it's okay."

"She's nothing out of this world, huh?" he asks smiling. "I propose something to you, convince her to fuck with you."

"I'm not interested in fucking humans." he answers with his arms crossed.

"So the king of the curses can't even with a simple human?"

"Shut the fuck up. If you want to fuck her that bad, go ahead, but don't involve me in your shit."

"Believe me, if I could, I'd." he replies, looking back in your direction, devouring you with his eyes. "But I don't think she's interested in something else apart from her job. I guess she also needs a good and a long night, like you."

Sukuna gives him a look of disgust.

"A human could never please me." he says very convinced.

The conversation seems to end there. Mahito knows that it's impossible to argue with him, 'cuz even if he's not right, he will do anything as long as the situation turns around enough so his point of view is the only correct one. Now the discussion wasn't about that, but continuing arguing was going to be useless and wasn't going to get anywhere, so he simply prepares to eat when he notices that they already have their orders on the table.

They get up from their seats and leave. They're on the street again, and Sukuna doesn't know where they're going, again.

"Are you going to tell me where the hell we're going now?"

"Wanna know?"

"I just asked you, asshole."

"We were supposed to go somewhere special." he says, ignoring his friend's insult. "But you said you wouldn't have sex with a human, so now it's time to go back."

"Wait, we were going to a fucking brothel? That was the big surprise you didn't want to tell me?"

"But this is not a normal brothel." admits patting him on the back. "It's one especially for us, the curses." he smiles sinisterly, like always.

"I'm not interested." he says sharply.

"But lemme explain!" he exclaims impatiently, stopping his friend from taking another step in the opposite direction to where Mahito wants to go. "Everyone is fucked up there. I mean, you can literally do whatever you want with humans."

"I can do that whenever I want."

"Obviously, but the beauty of this place is that humans have the vision. And, c'mon, it's a very popular place! The king of curses hasn't gone yet... That situation should not happen." he says, placing his two hands on his waist, looking at him with a disapproving face.

Sukuna seems to be thinking. Mahito's a big pain in the ass, but maybe having sex with someone until destroy them is just what he needs right now.

"And where's that brothel?"

"Ha."

The place is located in a very uncrowded alley. From outside you can already smell the smell of cigarettes and other substances that are surely consumed without any type of control. Mahito was smiling all the way to the brothel with the stupid smile that Sukuna hates so much. Him, on the other side, remained with his indifferent face until they had the door of the place in front of them. As soon as they put a foot in the place, the music invades their ears and Sukuna has to cover them if he doesn't want to feel like they're going to explode.

They walk around until a man (about the same size as Sukuna) welcomes them.

"What am I seeing, the king of curses in my brothel? Without any kinda notice to receive him as we should?"

But all Sukuna does is look at him with frowning eyes.

"Too close." he says after a few seconds.

More than saying words, he seems to spit them out.

"Don't listen to this huge dummy, all he needs is someone to suck him until he's dry." Mahito says between laughs, pushing Sukuna away from the man.

"I see." the man replies with a smile, trying to hide his annoyance at Sukuna's clear narcissism. "Please sit down, I'll bring you the best food, and, as soon as possible, our best concubines." he beg, pointing his arms at some red sofas in the background.

The two men obey. One happy and the other reluctant. Once seated, Sukuna takes off his enormous kimono to only wear pants and reveal his four, big arms.

Both men and women who walks around them stare and whisper, or point their fingers, which bothers Sukuna a lot. He still thinks this place's such a waste of time, but instead of expressing his anger out loud, he just grumbles all the time.

"Sorry for the delay." the man from before suddenly says with two plates full of food. Behind him there's a woman, with two bottles of alcohol.

"I should kill you right here for making me wait, don't you think?" he asks, snatching a bottle from the girl's hand, who's looking at them with not very hopeful eyes.

"Ha ha, he's just joking. Right, Suku?" Mahito intervenes trying to save the situation.

"Shut up."

"And that pretty lady behind you?" Mahito asks, ignoring him.

"Oh, she's one of our best concubines, she-"

"I don't like her." Sukuna interrupts. "Not even a bit. Bring us something better and do justice to your shitty title."

The man clenches his fists, containing his patience.

"But sir, they don't call her the best for nothing, you should-"

"Are you making me repeat things twice? I think I don't think I have to make it clear, but I really hate having to repeat things more than two fucking times." he pauses briefly before continuing. Bring us something better, okay? And stop bothering."

"There's a new girl. She came the last week, and the customers are really satisfied with her. Maybe that might be enough for you?"

"You should know that, not us."

"Sukuna please, shut up." Mahito intervenes, worried that they will be kicked out.

"No, he's right. I should know." he bows apologetically, but inside he's on fire because of the angry. "I'll bring it for you." he says before disappearing from both of their sights.

Mahito waits a few seconds until he turns to reproach his friend.

"What the hell was that?"

"He was very annoying."

"He's being hospitable!" he exclaims, huffing. "Act well, damn, I don't wanna be banned from this place."

"This place isn't worth it. And I hate things that aren't worth it." he admits standing up.

"Where are you going now?" he asks, grabbing one of his arms to prevent him from leaving.

"Over there, to be away from you and this shitty environment. And don't touch me."

Mahito watches in silence as his friend walks away upstairs. He shrugs and starts drinking, which is what he does best.

On the other hand, Sukuna walks through the long corridors upstairs. There's more silent, calmer. There are a few people, and they're going downwards, where it seems that no one gets tired.

Sukuna's not bothered by this silence. Although he continues listening to the annoying music in the background, he's okay with that. He's still a bit frustrated, 'cuz he thought that here he was going to be able to fuck, but everything has been so annoying that now he doesn't wanna do anything.

Suddenly he hears some kind of argument in the room he's just passing through.

"Shut the fuck up!" exclaims what appears to be a male voice."I told you that I fucking rented you, and now you don't wanna suck my dick, you fucking whore?"

"Sorry." apologizes in a low voice that appears to be a female voice.

He's not really interested in the conversation, but they're interrupting his peace (even though the place is anything but quiet), and that's important. He then decides to enter, opening the door roughly.

The two people who were fighting turn around, scared by the noise of the door. Sukuna can notice that the room's in a mess, and indeed, there's a man and a girl. He notices that the man was about to hit the girl who's strangely very familiar to him.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man asks bbetween screams, releasing the girl's hair.

Sukuna's more interested to guess how he knows the girl, and stares at her.

"Oh, of course, that cafe!" he exclaims loud. "I didn't know you worked here."

"Do you know this guy?" the man asks you in an angry tone.

You shake your head quickly, holding back your tears.

"Ugh, so annoying." Sukuna says approaching you.

"Stay away, you damn weird thing."

Sukuna continues his walk until he's a few centimeters away from the man. He grabs his arm and throws him to the other end of the room. You watch the whole scene trembling, and you don't really know what to do, so you just stare at the ground and pray that nothing happens to you.

"Raise your head, cafe girl."

You obey him immediately and you see his four eyes. You swallow.

"Is he... Is he dead?" you ask shakily.

"Does he worry you?"

You look again in the direction that a few seconds ago Sukuna threw away your ex. You look at him with anger and tears falling down your cheeks.

"Why the fuck does everyone make me repeat things twice?" he asks annoyed, grabbing your arm. "Does he worry you?"

"No, no. Please don't hurt me." you beg.

He looks at you indifferently. His eyes fall on your breasts, which are still uncovered. He can see with the naked eye that someone had bitten them hard, leaving teeth marks and traces of blood.

"Nice tits, sweety, not every day you see tits that are this round and pretty. It's a shame that someone destroyed them before me." he admits between laughs, which makes you immediately cover yourself with the little clothes you've left.

Suddenly, you both hear a faint groan coming from the ground. You tense up immediately and instinctively move behind Sukuna. Normally, he'd rip your arm off for daring to get close to him, but this situation amuses him strangely, so he lets you stay behind him.

"Please, don't let him come near me," you beg through sobs. "Please, I'll do anything."

"That's interesting." he smiles.

Your ex, who you pretty much thought was dead, struggles to get up. His whole body hurts and everything is spinning for him. It takes him a few seconds to finally steady himself, and when he does, he suddenly remembers what happened. He looks up to see the enormous curse. It's so big that your weak body is barely visible.

"You fucking bitch. You knew him already, didn't you?" he asks with a creepy smile. "You knew him and called him to try to get rid of me, after everything I did for you, you disgusting whore!"

You cover your ears to not hear him. Sukuna notices your distress, and strangely, a pang of pity runs through him.

"Hey, disgusting human." he says suddenly. "Don't you think you've talked enough? I was having a lot of fun, but now this shit is really annoying." he clicks his tongue.

"Y/N, is this the shit you were cheating on me with?" your ex says, completely ignoring Sukuna.

Bad decision.

He tries to get closer to you, but Sukuna loses his patience and grabs his arm, squeezing so hard that you hear the crack of a bone along with your ex's bloodcurdling scream.

"I'm getting tired of everyone here making me repeat the same fucking things more than once." Sukuna says dryly, looking him in the eyes in a way that makes your ex feel like he's about to piss himself.

"I'm not in the mood today, but believe me, I would’ve killed you already for talking to me like that."

Sukuna lets him go and grabs you out of the room. You try not to look back and shut your eyes tightly, letting the man you barely know take you wherever he plans.

You go down to the first floor, and you realize that Sukuna seems to be looking for someone.

"That damn drunk... He must've gotten lost or something." he says out loud, but it seems like he's talking to himself.

You notice people staring at you and the enormous man who still has one of his hands intertwined with yours.

You don't like being there. You feel like everyone's stares are burning into you. You still wanna cry, and you occasionally sniffle, which annoys the curse in front of you.

"Y're a very noisy girl. I prefer people who 'r quiet." he says, finally letting go of your hand.

"Can I leave, sir? Please."

"Leave?" he asks, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I thought-"

"Let's discuss this outside. Grab my kimono and put it on. It's a bit annoying noticing that everyone's staring at your pretty tits."

You feel your cheeks flush and quickly you go for the kimono. He doesn’t have to tell you which one is, since there's only one on the whole floor, and it’s ridiculously big. You put it on, and it looks more like a blanket than a kimono, but you don’t complain even though it’s a bit uncomfortable to wear. «It's worse than being naked».

"SUKUUUU!" Mahito screams from afar when he finally sees Sukuna, who had been missing for a whole hour.

"Are you drunk again, idiot?"

"Nah, I'm not." he let out a hiccup. "Who's the one next to you, Suku? I can't see her well; everything’s spinning, ig" he says, hiccuping again.

You cover your nose with your sleeve because the smell of alcohol is unbearable.

"Oh Suku, don’t tell me you’ve slept with her! I'm so proud you decided to let loose a bit at the end." he says enthusiastically, patting you on the back.

"Don't be an asshole, and stop calling me like that. We're leaving now."

"Leaving? Y're leaving; I'm staying, I didn't finished here." he says with a smile.

"Whatever." Sukuna rolls his eyes. "Let's go." he says it to you.

You don’t say anything but obey. Once outside, you realize you've been in that place for a long time. Again, you feel tears welling up.

"Sir, let me go. You saw what I went through in there, and you were very kind to rescue me," you say through sobs. "Don’t do anything to me and let me go home."

Sukuna suddenly stops and turns to look at you. At that moment, you feel a shiver.

"You said you’d do anything, right? You haven’t done anything for me, yet."

"Yes, but what could someone like me offer you?"

"Actually, nothing. You’re a pain in the ass to me, but something tells me you could be useful." he admits with a smile.

You don’t answer him but look at the ground instead.

You both stay silent for several minutes, which feel like hours to you. Your feet ache, y’re hungry, and y’re tired about this shit—you just want to go home and cry until you can’t anymore.

You enter what seems to be some kind of temple. You had never noticed this place before, but you don’t mind and continue following Sukuna with your head down.

He guides you into what looks like a kind of hall and tells you to sit wherever. You do so, still in silence.

You can’t help but fidget with your leg out of nerves; you’ve just followed without question a curse that looks like it could eat you at any moment. But on the other hand, this curse just saved you from your ex. Maybe he didn't do it for you, but he saved you, and that’s what matters.

You hear footsteps approaching where you are, and soon you realize it’s Sukuna. He appears to be holding clothes your size.

"Here, put this on. I want my kimono back, and I don’t wanna you to like be around here naked."

"Thank you so much." you say quietly.

"Are you really grateful to me?" he asks with a playful tone.

You nod shyly.

Sukuna doesn’t know why, but something about you piques his curiosity, and he’s interested in continuing to play with you.

"Is there somewhere I can change?"

"No." lies.

You feel he’d give you the same answer if you asked if he could close his eyes, so you just quickly get dressed under Sukuna’s curious look. The clothes are ugly, you’d say very ugly. They look more like modified sacks meant to function as clothing, but they cover your whole body, and that’s enough for you.

"You look ridiculous." he admits. "But underneath that, there's a pretty body, so it doesn’t matter."

All you can do is feel your cheeks heat up. You don’t know why, but Sukuna makes you feel nervous, not in the same way your ex did.

It's early morning, and you wake up screaming with tears in your eyes. You feel your heart racing and you don’t even know where you are. It takes you a while to calm down and remember that you’re still in the place Sukuna brought you. He had let you sleep wherever you wanted, and you had decided to sleep in what you thought was a hall.

Now that you know where you are, you feel more relaxed, but your face is still cover in tears.

You’d had another stupid nightmare. This always happened to you and you were tired of this situation.

You get up not really knowing what to do until you realize you can leave. You feel kinda dumb for not having thought of it before.

You try to locate yourself in the big place and momentarily think y’re lost until you see the door you had entered before. You try to open it, but it seems someone else's trying to do the same. You step aside, scared and ready to defend yourself, but you see that the person entering is the guy who was with Sukuna, the same one who tried to flirt with you at the cafe.

Mahito gets scared when he sees you, but then realizes who you are.

"Am I hallucinating, or are you really here?"

"I’m here."

"Wow, up close y’re much prettier." he says, hiccuping.

He’s about to touch your cheek but feels someone grab his hand tightly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sukuna asks behind you.

This time, you’re the one who gets scared, as you hadn’t noticed his presence until now.

"Sukuuu!"

"And y’re still drunk." he says, clearly annoyed. "Coming back at this hour and waking up everyone. Mahito, give me a good reason to not to kill you right here."

"We have guests." Mahito replies, pointing at you. "And she seemed like she wanted to leave."

As soon as you hear that, you give Mahito a look that says: "C'mon, seriously?"

"Oh, is that true?" Sukuna asks, stroking your shoulders.

You tense up at this small gesture.

"Maybe your guest is not very comfortable, you should treat her better."

"Yes, I should..." Sukuna agrees, whispering.

"I’m going to sleep, or keep drinking." he says as if he hasn’t drink enough. "Good night, or good morning? I don’t know." Mahito's about to say another nonsense, but Sukuna, tired of listening to him, orders him to leave.

Once again, Sukuna and you are alone, and once again, you feel a strange sense of nervousness. You feel like he’s devouring you with his eyes, and the worst part is, you think you want him to do that.

"So, my guest was trying to escape?" he pretends to be offended. "Have I not been good enough for my guest to try to leave?"

"I’m sorry sir, I... I couldn’t sleep and... I don’t know, I’m really sorry."

It seems Sukuna’s eyes light up seeing you so nervous. He’s eager to see more of your reactions, so he continues with the situation.

"Wanting to leave without thanking me..." he whispers, stroking your cheek and sending a shiver down your spine.

"I really don’t know what I can do for you, sir."

"You know what you can do." he says, putting one of his fingers on your lips.

Your breathing is heavy. You don’t know what part about Sukuna makes you feel this way. Just a couple of hours ago, you were terrified and only wanted to die, but now...

"I think that stupid potato sack y’re wearing seems really annoying, don’t you think so? You can start thanking me by taking it off."

"I’m not sure about thar, sir."

"Ha, y’re still calling me sir, that's cute." he smiles. "Maybe Mahito was right." he whispers as he tries to remove your clothes, but you stop him.

You can’t actually physically stop him, but Sukuna stops to see if you have something to say.

"No, not here."

"Not here?"

"I want a more private place, sir."

"Call me Sukuna." he replies, lifting you and adjusting you in his four arms.

You cling to him tightly as if Sukuna might drop you at any moment, but he doesn’t.

He keeps walking until you see a large black wooden door. He opens it, and you see what seems to be Sukuna’s room.

"Is it more private here?"

But you don’t answer. Y’re still processing the really weird situation. Are you really about to do it with a curse?

"Sweety, don't make me repeat myself."

"Yes, I suppose it's fine." you finally reply, softly.

He gently leaves you on his enormous bed. You look around. Everything is, well, too enormous.

"What are you staring at?" he asks playfully. "Does my room have a better view than what's in front of you?"

"I'm sorry, sir." you quickly apologize.

"So cute."

Sukuna moves closer to get on top of you. Your breathing remains slow but steady. You look into his eyes and can see desire in them. But not just any desire: he genuinely enjoys this situation.

He starts by removing that annoying clothing, leaving you with only a pair of pink panties. Sukuna watches you to see if you're about to cry, but as you remain silent, he continues. With his four arms, he touches your entire body (which is not a very complicated task for him), and once again, you feel a shiver.

His breathing starts to quicken. Literally right now all he wants is to make you cry, but from pleasure. He wants to destroy every part of you and make your pussy fit the shape of his cock.

It had been a long time since someone made him feel this way, and that a simple human was the one who awakened that desire in him again, is a shame for the king of curses. But right now that's not a concern, he seems more focused on wanting to make you scream his name until y're hoarse.

He begins to kiss the areas of your breasts where there are wounds, causing you to let out occasional soft whimpers of pain. First, he kisses you gently to help you get used to the sensation, but Sukuna isn't a patient person, and he quickly moves onto licking your nipples while his free hands caress your waist and legs.

You continue to let out occasional moans, and y're so embarrassed that you cover your mouth. This annoys Sukuna, who wants to keep hearing you, so he moves your hands away from your mouth and places them on either side of your head.

"What are you doing?" he asks, but you don't answer.

You avoid making eye contact.

"Are you so embarrassed, princess?" he asks, forcing you to look at him.

The only free hand he has left plays near your pussy in the meantime.

"Ugh, s-sir, not there."

"Oh, does this make you answer?" asks curiously, getting his fingers even closer。

"S-sir, please."

"I told you to call me Sukuna." he says before suddenly sticking his fingers into your pussy.

"M-mgh!"

He keeps exploring your walls while you can't stop moaning.

With your hands still restrained, you bite your lip until it bleeds to stop more moans to escape from your mouth. Sukuna notices this, and while he doesn't stop masturbating you, he kisses you, forcing your mouth open. He pulls away suddenly when he feels a bit in his tongue.

"What was that, bae?"

"I-I think I'm about to, mgh, come. Si... S-Sukuna please, remove your f-fingers."

But instead of listening to you, he puts his mouth on your pussy and this time he masturbates you with his tongue—his cocks are about to burst, and he can't wait to fill both of your holes with his cum.

"Sukuna, what are you doing?!" you exclaim, holding his hair.

You feel tears falling down your cheeks.

"Not that plac-!" but you can't finish your sentence.

Your back hunches as you let out a loud moan.

"That was a very loud one." he says playfully, but you can only see him with teary eyes from the shame you feel.

You just came in a course's mouth. What were you doing?

"W-we're done, aren't we? I can go now..." you say, trying to get up, but Sukuna pushes you back onto the bed and turns you around.

Now he has a very good view of your back and ass.

"Are we done? You were the only one who came, right? I haven't done it yet, and I don't think my two cocks can't wait anymore."

Did you hear right? Two? Did he said two?

Two of his arms hold your back firmly while with the other he begins to masturbate, seeing the liquid still falling from your pussy. You can't do anything but tremble and feel ashamed. You don't want to admit it, but deep down y're just as impatient as he is. He had made you forget about all the shit you had been through until now, and you want him to keep it that.

"S-Sukuna..."

"You better not say my name like that if you don't want me to destroy you right now." he says letting out a gasp. "I'm holding back 'cuz I don't wanna hurt you."

The force with which he holds your waist keeps increasing. His finger marks will surely stay on your skin, but you don't care.

You keep moving, impatient to feel his cock entering and leaving you again and again, but of course, y're not going to tell him that.

"Sweetheart, I don't think I can be like this for a long time. Can I put it inside you?"

You feel too embarrassed to answer, but Sukuna takes your silence as a yes.

As soon as you feel his cock, you immediately let out a loud moan, quickly biting your lips again.

"Oh my, this is so good. Make your pussy keep squeezing like this." Sukuna feel like he's losing his mind whenever he takes out his cock to put it back in even deeper.

"Sukuna, please s-slow down." your hands are gripping the bed sheet, which is the only thing you can hold onto right now.

But Sukuna is too focused on listening to the smacking noise he makes as his balls hit your ass over and over again to understand what y're saying.

"Hey Y/N, I already told you to not use your teeth" he complains separating his dick from your mouth.

How long have you been like this? How many times have you come already? You don't know exactly the time, but you feel like it's already morning, and Sukuna's still determined to continue because "he hasn't come enough."

When you heard him saying two, you indeed heard right. You were able to find out when, while he was fucking your pussy, you felt him also put something else in your ass.

You nod in silence, with your red cheeks, unable to look him in his eyes because of the embarrassment you feel, but apparently that bothers Sukuna a lot.

"What do I tell you when I ask you something, Y/N?" he says grabbing your chin to force you to look into his eyes. "Look at me, that's what I tell you." he answers his own question when he sees that y're still in silence.

"S-sorry." is the only thing you can say.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart." he orders you before putting his dick back in your mouth. "And be more careful this time, okay sweety?" he asks, stroking your hair as he watches you making an effort to make him feel good.

You try to suck him like he asks, but you feel like you're choking and running out of air every time you try to go deeper.

With your free hands you masturbate his other dick—both were so red from having come so much.

“Y/N” he calls you while trying to push you away again. "I'm about to come, you don't want me to do it in your mouth, do you?" he asks, but you continue sucking him awkwardly. “Fuck” he says between moans, grabbing your face and forcing his cock in as far as it will go.

After a few seconds you feel a thick liquid on your tongue, and that's when you pull away. You start coughing a lot, which worries Sukuna.

"Damn, did I go too far? I'm sorry" he apologizes quickly, but you wave your hand trying to tell him not to worry. "Anyway, why did you do that?"

"It's my way to apologize." you say when you stop coughing.

"So you did that because you thought I was angry?"

"Ujum." y're about to add something more, but you see that both of his dicks have become as hard as before. "Why are you...?"

"Oh sweety, you don't know what a monster you've woken up with what you just said."

And, with that phrase, you know that you won't be able to leave his bedroom for a long time.

— a/n: i definitely don't know how to write smut, i need someone to take away my internet.

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[2020] Animal Crossing Pocket Camp

January

• Isabelle's Tranquil Tearoom (Flowers and Bugs) • Knitted • Snow Globe

February

• Reese's Sweet Nothings (Flowers and Bugs) • Honeycomb Home • Cinnamon-Plaid Room

March

• Leif's Happy Tulips (Flowers and Bugs) • Island Excursion Invite • Chic Thrift Shop Selects

April

• Katie's Sakura Festival (Flowers and Bugs) • Bunny Day Bash • Pretty Pastels Cafe

May

• Daisy Mae's Pickin' Patch (Flowers and Bugs) • Terrarium • Misty Scavenger Hunt

June

• Lottie's Wedding Expo (Flowers and Bugs) • Joyful Ceremony • Colorful Melody

July

• Gulliver's Port Resort (Flowers and Bugs) • Pirate Life • Cool Scoop

August

• Isabelle's Creek Cooldown (Flowers and Bugs) • Elegant Aquarium • Haunted Garden

September

• Celeste's Ginkgo Café (Flowers and Bugs) • Forest Painting (Fish) • Acorn Accruement

October

• Jack's Creepy Conjuring (Flowers and Bugs) • Potion Commotion • Fright Night

November

• Isabelle's Pastel Party (Flowers and Bugs) • C.J.'s Fintastic Friends • Pastel Balloons

December

• Jingle's Glowing Garden (Flowers and Bugs) • Toy Day Solfège Bells • Toy Day Party