#but eh in the end of the day it’s not that serious I’ll just give him more love

[frosty-tian]

*Sees a Rescue Bots (Cybertronian) appreciation post featuring the main four.

“Ah, that’s nice.”

*Sees it’s them talking about how much they love ‘every bot’. Except Boulder (leaves him out completely).

“My respect goned.”

(This is a joke post/not meant to be taken seriously.)

[multidimensionimagines]

Alright, first part is officially finished! A request sent to me by a wonderful user that will be tagged. In the meantime, here is part 1 of

Sweater Weather (part 1)

part 2

Summary: you borrow Ford’s sweater when it gets cold

content warnings: fluff, smut, reader is fem/afab and uses she/her pronouns, minors do not interact!

Gravity Falls wasn’t a sunny paradise. Despite what the brochures and fake marketing wanted you to believe. Sure the summers there were nice. After all, living in Oregon meant getting a perfect balance of each of the seasons as they came. So, that meant hot, sunny summers and cold, bitter winters.

You did not take this into account when you first moved to Gravity Falls two years ago. Sure, you had some sweaters and pants good enough for the colder months, and you would think that living in the same place for two years would warrant you enough time to go shopping to acquire a proper wardrobe. But you, special as you were, had an extraordinary knack for forgetting things- giving your needs the old ‘eh, I’ll do it tomorrow’ and the next thing you know, winter had passed with you surviving on the tattered blankets and fireplace in your home.

Now was the end of fall, the day after Halloween- not to be confused with the iconic Gravity Falls tradition of Summerween- and while it had been chillier out it was now getting dangerously into nipping cold territory. And your boyfriend, as practical as he was, has not stopped having to remind you.

“Dear, don’t you think you’ll be cold going out in.. that?”

You paused, looking over your shoulder at him. He quickly stiffened.

“N-not that, I’m trying to tell you what to wear. I-I would never-! You’re free to dress how you wish I’m just..” he awkwardly cleared his throat. “worried.”

You chuckled, pulling on your lightweight cardigan over your top. “I know you wouldn’t. I’ll go shopping tomorrow, okay?”

You reassured him softly, walking up to give him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’ve been saying that everyday since October 5th.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned, shoving your hands in your pockets. “Psh, oh come on, there’s no way I’ve been saying it every day-“

Ford reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a little booklet, one of those pocket colanders and flipped to the page with the current month, or well, month that just passed yesterday on it.

“Actually you have, I’ve been keeping track to see when you would actually follow through on your word.”

He explained somewhat smugly before tucking it back into his pocket, revealing your annoyed but.. slightly impressed face. Of course, only the Stanford Pines would keep track of something like that.

You gave him a look but he wouldn’t put away that stupid (cute) grin on his face and brushed past him towards the front door of the Mystery Shack. You and Soos were all going out to get some food shopping done since the kitchen was ransacked by vengeful gnomes yesterday when Stan refused to give any of them candy.

“Bein’ freakishly short and wearing dumb hats all year round doesn’t make you eligible now scram!”

Soos came out from the staff room having finished putting away the rest of the cheap Halloween decorations that were more than halfway from falling apart, but of course, your boss refused to buy any new ones till they were ‘as old as he and his brother’ which you found humorous.

Dusting his hands off each other with a proud smile, Soos closed the door behind him and sighed. “Huh, there, that ought to do it! Oh hey other Mr Pines!” He beamed and waved at Ford, seeming surprised but pleased to see him out in the open. Ford awkwardly shuffled his feet and returned his wave with a small smile.

“Ah.. Greetings, Soos. And, please, you can call me Ford, it’s a lot less formal don’t you think?”

“Oh no way dude. I respect you and Mr Pines wayyyy too much to do that.” Soos stated in a somewhat more serious tone, crossing a hand in front of him.

Ford chuckled, both amused and flattered that he thought that highly of him and his brother. “Very well then.” He shrugged, watching as Soos joined you, who had their hand on the knob as you waited semi-paitently at the front door.

“You ready to rock and roll dude?” He asked, twirling his keys around his finger.

You nodded. “Uh huh!” You turned your head back to Ford “see ya in a bit, sweetie!”

Ford smiled and returned your wave as you closed the door behind you and Soos. Even though you and Ford had been together for a good few months now, he still got a bit giddy at the feeling of you calling him sweet pet names like that. He wasn’t all that used to having someone consistently dote on him in that way, plus, you just made him weak in the knees. No matter what you did. He found you absolutely irresistible. He sighed, shaking off his wandering thoughts and opened the vending machine door, as he had important business to attend to down in his lab today. And he didn’t want any distractions whatsoever.

A little while after, Ford was tinkering away in his lab, experimenting with a new device he had been drafting blueprints for, and keeping notes on what seemed to work.

“Hm… fascinating..” he hummed to himself, a pleased smirk spread across his face as he ran another successful test. He was pulled quickly from his thoughts when there was a knock at the door, but didn’t cease writing.

“Yes, come in!” He called, eyes not tearing away from the his journal pages.

From the other side of the door, you smiled of relief. Happy to hear your boyfriend’s voice after a long day, even though it was mostly shopping, it wasn’t like it was any fun shopping. You gently and carefully opened the door to his workshop, always making sure to be cautious in your step when doing so since you never could really predict what kind of strange anomaly or new device that would be coming your way. Thankfully today however, it was just a few pieces of forest crystals that sat at his desk beside his furiously writing hand. You cleared your throat and approached behind him, standing with your hands clasped in front of your lap.

Ford hummed curiously, looking back over his shoulder and instantly brightening when he saw it was you. “Ah! Greetings, my dear! How was your excursion with Jésus?”

You giggled. “It’s just Soos. And it was great! We got everything on our list and then some… I also got you something~” you rocked back on your heels as a playful tone rang in your voice to which he perked up. Ford turned his body now towards you, resting one hand on his knee and tilting his head to one side inquiringly.

“Really?”

You nodded, reaching into your pocket to reveal a small white cloth bag which had a label in black cursive on them that read ‘Old Timey Style Jelly Beans’.

Ford chuckled and took the bag from you, prying it open with his two index fingers and peering inside. “Thank you, my dear. Although, you really didn’t have to get me anything.” He said, glancing back up at you through his glasses.

You shook your head. “I always have to get you something! I like doing it, it’s nice to see your face when I come home with something for you! Besides, you hardly ever leave here as it is, I might as well do all your shopping at this point.” You insisted, resting a hand on Ford’s shoulder to steady yourself as you took a seat on his lap, taking advantage of the openness of his current leg position. He grew shy, smiling and looking away from you with a soft blush in his cheeks.

“Ah… yes, well.. um..” he cleared his throat “thank you.” He snuck a hand around your waist to keep you upright on him, bringing his head back up to face you so that you could properly see him. You peered over his shoulder to look at his desk, eyeing the new paragraphs of cursive that filled journal number four.

“What’cha working on?” You chirped. Ford beamed.

“Ah! I’m glad you asked!” He swiveled around in his chair, keeping hold of you in his lap and setting the jellybeans aside. “I’m testing a new invention of mine that I’ve had in the works for a while. I just didn’t have the pieces to do it until now…”

as he rambled on, explaining his newest discovery, you couldn’t help but accidentally tune out his words, sure you were listening, you could hear him talking, but your processing gears were occupied by the gleam in his eyes and the added crinkles that formed around them when he smiled in the excitement of explaining something to you. You let out an internal, dreamy sigh as you focused on the way his one hand was gesturing to all the different things on his desk and how the other gripped your waist so comfortingly. His rough, gorgeous hands…

“Dear, are you alright?”

Your breath hitched, you blinked and looked at him as a slow blush began to creep onto your face. “O-oh! Yeah um.. sorry you just… look really cute when you’re explaining your.. science-y.. stuff..” you admitted sheepishly, feeling kinda bad that you didn’t catch most of what he said.

Ford felt a little taken aback by the sudden onset of adoration, not that he minded it one bit. He just wasn’t used to it, a few months of being with someone so intimately wasn’t nearly enough time to get used to 60 ish years of barely experiencing it at all. He chuckled slightly, bringing his other hand to wrap in front of your torso, now encircling you in a cocoon of his arms.

“I-it’s quite alright, I wouldn’t have expected you to understand even if you were listening.”

He said with the utmost affection and sincerity. The words alone coming out of his mouth didn’t always sound too flattering, but they were hardly ever out of malice, especially not when it came to you. You had been learning to both deal with, and let him know when to not say anything. But right now you giggled and brushed it off, knowing exactly what he meant.

You two had a brief moment of looking into each others eyes, taking in each others soft gaze on the other. Ford had such deep, beautiful brown eyes that reminded you of the very forests that he explored so much. And you, oh, Ford could fill more than 10 journals dedicated to the sheer remarkable beauty of yours. He still couldn’t believe that in all the dimensions, all the universes, all the galaxies and all the stars in the sky that you chose to be his. And he was forever grateful for it. You both seemed to have the same idea as you leaned in closer, inching forward to gradually meet each others lips. Ford hummed and closed his eyes, the stiffness in his shoulders he didn’t even know he was holding dropped. He gripped your waist tighter and subconsciously pulled you in closer to him and you brought your hands up to his face, cupping and caressing each cheek and running your fingers along his faint stubble. Ford was still a bit of an awkward and clumsy kisser, but you were more than happy to give him as many practice opportunities as he needed. You felt a shiver run up your spine as his thumbs began to rub into the divets of your flesh, as well as the cool air of the lab hitting your skin through your thin cardigan.

“Mmm… dear..?” Ford mumbled against your lips, gently pulling you away. Your face was revealed to him in a slight pout, which he thought was adorable. But this was no time for him to swoon, he had a pressing question he almost forgot to ask you. “Did you remember to pick up something suitable for the cold?”

Your eyes widened. Oh, shoot. That’s what you forgot.

“Uhhhh…” you squinted, looking to the side to avoid his now disappointed stare. Ford grumbled. “Okay, I forgot! Ugh..” you groaned, throwing your head back.

Ford sighed and pulled your sweater sleeve up, revealing the goosebumps that littered your arm. “Darling, look at you, you’re freezing. You should get into something warmer.” He pressed, now sounding more like a worried mother than anything. You got up off his lap. “Yeah, I didn’t wanna say anything because I was hoping you wouldn’t notice but, your lab is fucking freezing.” You shivered, bringing your hands up to your forearms in a pathetic attempt to shield them. Ford chuckled and shook his head, waving you off.

“Go on, take your time, I’ll be here all evening.”

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Driving him crazy

Word count: 1k

Pairing: Toto Wolff x assistant!reader

Summary: When Toto Wolff’s assistant navigates the fast-paced world of Mercedes F1, playful banter from drivers and engineers uncovers a growing bond between them, as Toto acts like a father figure to shy young driver Kimi Antonelli and struggles to hide his own deeper feelings.

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It had been a busy day at Mercedes' factory, with engineers bustling about, drivers popping in for updates, and, of course, Toto Wolff overseeing it all with his usual intensity. You, his assistant, had gotten used to the fast-paced environment. Working alongside Toto was challenging but exciting — not to mention, you had grown quite fond of him. There was something about the way he carried himself, his sharp intelligence and wit, that never ceased to captivate you. And Toto, well, he’d never admit it outright, but there was definitely something he enjoyed about keeping you close.

This particular day, things took a lighthearted turn. You were standing next to Toto in the briefing room, typing furiously on your laptop, trying to keep up with the conversation when Kimi Antonelli, Lewis Hamilton, and George Russell sauntered in after their latest sim sessions.

Lewis was the first to make a remark, flashing a mischievous smile. “Hey, Y/n, how do you even keep up with this guy? He’s a machine.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “It’s not easy, I can tell you that. He has me running all over the place.”

Toto, standing tall beside you, glanced down with that signature half-smirk. “She manages just fine. In fact, she probably knows where I’m supposed to be more than I do,” he teased.

George piped up, raising an eyebrow. “Honestly, mate, we’ve all been wondering… do you ever give her a break? Because if I were her, I’d have to call HR by now.”

The room erupted into laughter, with Lewis doubling over dramatically. Even you had to admit that working for Toto wasn’t for the faint of heart.

Kimi Antonelli, the young and shy prodigy, stood awkwardly in the corner, clearly amused but too timid to jump into the banter. Toto, always the father figure to Kimi, gestured for him to join the conversation. “Kimi, don’t stand there like a wallflower. Tell them I’m not so bad, hm?”

Kimi blushed a bit, looking at the ground. “Uh, well… I mean, he’s okay,” Kimi mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “He just… works a lot. A lot.”

“Exactly!” Lewis chimed in. “It’s borderline criminal.”

“Okay, enough of that,” Toto cut in, though his smile didn’t fade. “Y/n handles things perfectly fine. Besides, if anyone gives her too much trouble, I’ll know about it.”

The way Toto said it had the drivers rolling their eyes, though George and Lewis exchanged knowing glances, clearly onto the growing connection between you and Toto. But before they could tease further, the engineers started to pile into the room, signaling the start of the technical debrief.

Throughout the meeting, you couldn’t help but notice how Kimi kept glancing nervously at Toto, as if trying to gauge his reactions. You’d known for some time that Toto had taken Kimi under his wing, treating him almost like a son. The older man’s protective nature was endearing, especially when it came to the younger drivers.

Once the debrief ended, the teasing started back up again.

“So, Toto,” George began, leaning casually against the wall, “when are you going to let Y/n manage the team for real? She’s practically doing it already.”

Toto gave George a sidelong look but didn’t deny it. “She’s good, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves, eh?”

You shot George a playful glare. “Please don’t put any ideas in his head. I’ve got enough on my plate.”

Lewis chuckled. “Come on, Y/n, it’d be an upgrade. I mean, working with us drivers instead of constantly babysitting him?” He pointed toward Toto, feigning innocence.

Toto crossed his arms, looking down at Lewis with a mock serious expression. “You lot are barely manageable as it is.”

Just as the room filled with laughter again, Kimi, who had been quiet for most of the time, softly chimed in. “I, uh… I think Y/n’s the only one who can keep up with him. None of us could handle it.”

Everyone paused, looking at Kimi in surprise. The shy teenager wasn’t usually one for chiming in, but when he did, it was always genuine.

Toto smiled at Kimi warmly. “See? That’s why you’re my favorite,” he teased, giving the young driver a pat on the shoulder. “Now, if only the rest of these clowns would learn to follow your example.”

Kimi’s face turned bright red, but he smiled nonetheless, clearly pleased with the attention.

“Careful,” George said, smirking, “we might have some competition here, Y/n. You’ll be replaced as Toto’s number one.”

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. “Oh, I’m sure Kimi could do a better job. He’s quieter, less trouble.”

“Not a chance,” Toto interjected, looking down at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “No one replaces you.”

The teasing died down for a moment, and you felt your heart skip a beat. The banter was fun, but every once in a while, Toto would say something that made it hard to ignore the undercurrent between the two of you.

Lewis, ever the one to pick up on things, wasn’t about to let it slide. “Ohhh, what’s this? Toto’s playing favorites.”

“Always has,” George added, his grin widening.

Toto rolled his eyes, though his tone remained playful. “Alright, enough of this. Don’t you lot have cars to drive or data to review?”

“Just trying to keep it interesting,” Lewis said, throwing his arm over George’s shoulder as they began to exit. “Besides, I think we’re all interested to see where this goes.”

Once the drivers and engineers cleared out, you and Toto were left in the now-quiet room. He glanced at you, his expression softening from the banter-filled façade he wore around the team.

“Ignore them,” he murmured. “They like to cause trouble.”

You smiled, leaning slightly toward him. “Maybe, but they’re not wrong. You do act like Kimi’s dad sometimes.”

Toto let out a low laugh. “Someone has to look out for the kid. He’s too shy to speak up most of the time.”

“And what about me?” you asked, teasingly. “Are you looking out for me too?”

Toto’s eyes glinted with a warmth that made your stomach flutter. “Always,” he said quietly, his tone more serious now. “Always.”

[giggly-squiggily]

The Laziest Of Days (My Hero Academia)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NYM!!! (@intheticklecloset) I come bringing you a classic but eternally lovely pair of Shindeku! :D Thank you for always being such a wonderful friend to me; I hope this brings you lots of joy on your special day! :D

Summary: It's a lazy day, and Shinsou decides to tickle his boyfriend. Lazily.

“Mmm..” Midoriya made a noise of annoyance as he glared at his phone, the tiny All Might dying once again to a large troll-like villain. “This boss is way too difficult to show up this early! I’m nearly out of health items too.”

Shinsou didn’t know much about video games and had nothing to add. Instead, he continued watching him play, enjoying the way his nose got all scrunched when he got serious. They were having a lazy day together, but the book in his hands suddenly lost all appeal the moment he realized he could openly gawk at his boyfriend without him realizing it. “Try a super move.”

“Can’t- I gotta build it up.” His determination grew, as did his serious face. Now the tip of his tongue was sticking out like a cat, further worsening Shinsou’s temptation to grab his face and kiss him right then and there. Why did he have to be so cute-

“Ah! Nuts!” Midoriya cried in defeat as he died once more, falling back into Shinsou’s open arms with a low groan. “That’s all the tries I have in me, today. Anymore and I’ll end up quitting.”

“You have more self-discipline than most.” Shinsou leaned into him, smiling against his hair. Yet another feature he loved; it was soft and feathery, tickling his nose with its woody scent. “Mmm..”

“Eh-ehehehee! Hitoshi, cahhareful! You’re tihihihckling me!” Midoriya squirmed in his arms when he got a little too close to his neck, lips twitching. “Yoohohu’re so affectionate today!”

“Like I said, you have more self-discipline than most.” Giving in, he leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss behind Midoriya’s ear, making him yelp with laughter. “I greatly lack it.”

“Ahehaha! Gehahahhaha! Whahahait, Hihihihtohohohoshihiihieee!” He tried to worm away, but Shinsou’s arms came around him from behind, locking him down as he carried on kissing his neck and ears. “Cohohome ohohohn, thihihihs iihihihsn’t fhahahair! It’s lahahahazy dahahhahy!”

“I know.” Shinsou smirked against his skin, gently nibbling at his neck and making him squeal. “I’m tickling you lazily.”

“Oohohoh, hohohow on theheheme!” Midoriya tried twisting around to fight back, but then Shinsou started tracing his sides and stomach. His defenses? Shattered. “Ahaehhaahha! Whahhahat hahahhapened to beihihihng lahahahhzy?”

“This is lazy.” Shinsou grinned as he pressed his face into Midoriya’s, resting their foreheads together as he drank in his smile. “If I really wanted you, I could go for all those tickle spots that really get you going. Slowly rake my fingers up and down your sides, zoning in on that terrible spot along your ribs. Or maybe I’ll form claws and dig into that cute belly of yours until you’re as red as a strawberry and can’t think straight.” Shinsou’s grin grew at Midoriya’s deepening blush, kissing his warm cheeks sweetly. “You’re lucky I’m so nice.”

“Wohohohohohw, cohohohohlor me hohohohonohohohored!” Midoriya giggled back, muffled some by his boyfriend’s lips as he kissed him once or twice more. “Whahahaht a gehheehntleman- Ehehehehehek ohohohkay ohohohkay I tahahahke it bahahahck!” He practically shot up when his ribs were pinched at, increasing the feeling tenfold. “Lahahhahazy tihihihickles! Pleahahhahahse, be lahahahahzy!”

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Laughing against Midoriya’s smiling lips, he returned to just barely tickling him, tracing his arms and torso just the way he liked it. “You’re really cute when you behave, darling.”

“Nohoohhohooho!” Midoriya all but whined at the pet name, burying his face into Shinsou’s shoulder to hide his tittering lips. “Sthahahap, nohohot thahahhat!”

“What? You can use pet names and I can’t?” Shinsou leaned in to kiss his ear, dropping his voice low. “Now be a good boy and let me tickle you.”

“GAH! Thahaht’s it!” The green haired hero cried, grabbing onto Shinsou and launching forward. A short bout of wrestling commenced until Midoriya had him pinned to the couch, looming over him as he giggled. “Yohoohohu’re done. Yoohohohou’re so dohohone!”

Shinsou squirmed back until he was comfortable, grinning ear to ear as he watched Midoriya compose himself. “Fair enough. I’m enjoying the view anyway.” He reached up, cradling his boyfriend’s cheeks within his hands. “I can see my whole world right here.”

Midoriya’s freckles were even more prominent when he blushed. Softening at his words, he leaned into Shinsou’s hands as he gazed down at him lovingly. “You’re so unfair.”

“Hm.” Shinsou shrugged with little remorse, welcoming the feeling of his boyfriend laying against his chest. “I know you love it though.”

“Shush before I lazily start tickling you.” He gave Shinsou’s side a pinch to really make his point. He settled soon after, closing his eyes and practically melting into him. “You’re so lucky it's a lazy day.”

“I really am.” Shinsou smiled against that feathery crown, pulling him closer as he felt Midoriya relax in his arms entirely. “I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world.”

Thanks for reading! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!!!

[bearbunnycheetah]

🐆🐰✨CHAPTER 2: WRECKING… BALL..?✨🐰🐆

Note: This chapter is much longer than the last one! Hopefully there are no errors… haha… I’ll have the rest of my notes for this on the end section!

It’s been about a day or three since Percy visited the toy store. Molly lays in her bed awake, blankly staring at the ceiling. She knew she had a lot to do today, the anxiety of having to deal with all her responsibilities woke her up early. So she savored every second that she got to lay in bed.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Molly turns off the alarm on her phone immediately, then sighs. She shuffles out of the bed to get ready, shower… Make breakfast… Eat… Open the store… 

In this part of Sweet Jazz City, It was actually surprisingly really quiet. It meant Molly didn’t have to worry about noise overwhelming her, but it also meant that not that many people come in to the toy store. 

Well, her classmates did swarm her with questions after news got out about the museum. Maybe people will come here to buy things! Maybe… 

Molly walks up to the sign on the front door and flips it to open, before hopping on her chair and starting her shift at work. Maybe she could use this time to finish homework. 

Yeah, okay. She pulls out some paper from her backpack and started doing answer sheets, occasionally looking up when she hears sounds coming from outside. Suddenly, the bell on the front door jingled. Molly was about to speak when her eyes widened, and she realised that standing in front of her was Percy. She scrambled quickly to put away her homework and greeted the detective.

“Oh, Percy! I didn’t expect you to come back… Is... everything okay?” Right, the break-in… Maybe she just had more questions.

“Good morning, Molly! It’s been going quite well, the investigation was quite eventful. We didn’t manage to catch the perpetrator, but we successfully snagged the amulet back.” Percy smiled.

Does that mean boss is fine? Probably, I mean he got away once right? And at least she said it went well! “Wow, that’s… that’s great! Did you come here to um, tell me that?”

Percy sighed and furrowed her brows. Oh no, is Molly in trouble!? “Yes, but I’m also here on a more pressing matter...” 

What she didn’t expect is Percy approaching the register where Molly was sitting with a serious expression. A trickle of sweat going down Mollys face as she got closer and closer...

...What she didn't even see coming, was for Percy to place down a file on the counter in front of Molly. 

'Child Protection Services'

In bold letters on the front of the file. 

Molly stared for a couple seconds, dumbfounded.

"I'll give you a quick rundown." Percy opens the file for Molly to read. "We were tasked in bringing you and your sister out of this very unethical situation by both the police force and CPS themselves, I was to be temporarily assigned to be your guardian before you two were adopted by better, more responsible parents".

Molly’s eyes slowly widened at each word Percy said, did... did she really mean it? Was she really free from all the work her dad and sister had put her through? Is she going to have a normal childhood?

Before Molly could say a word, a certain someone walked up the stairs from the basement of the Toy Emporium, Martin Blyndeff. Said parent Percy deemed irresponsible. 

Martin was holding a toy playset that he was about to set down on a nearby table. “Heya, kiddo! This your friend? Oh Lookie there seems to be some sorta police getup you're goin for eh?" Martin said, attempting some sort of conversation.

Molly was about to tell her father what was going on, but Percy began speaking before she could form words.

"Ah what perfect timing! I apologise, but we will not be able to continue our 'chit chat'." She pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “You're coming with me, Martin Blyndeff. You are under arrest for child neglect, and several other crimes including tax evasion. Everything you say can and will be used against you."

“Awh what gives? I’m takin’ care of my little princesses I swear!!!” Martin protested, holding his arms out as if that would do something.

“The only thing you’re taking care of… Is jail time!” Percy said with full confidence attempting to be witty.

There was awkward silence as neither Molly or Martin understood what she meant.

“Wait- What- HUH!?” Molly let out the panic in her voice that built up over time, what the hell was even going on? Percy turnt to Molly as she handcuffed a very confused Martin.

“Please do not fret, Molly” Percy said, as a few other police officers came in to take away Martin. “Is it alright if you bring your sister here? So that I can give the rundown and explain to the both of you, of course”. 

Molly sighed, and tried putting on a smile. “Okay..” 

Molly wasn’t really…  sure how her sister would react to this. But all she could hope for is that Lorelai wouldn't protest or go into a dream bubble to hide away, it’d probably inconvenience Percy if she were to do that and she didn’t wanna bother her too much.

Molly made her way up the thin staircase, and then approached her sisters door. Despite the sign that said ‘DO NOT ENTER’, Molly knocked. 

“Uhh… Lorelai, are you there? I need to tell you something important, its not work or anything! Not like we’ll even work here anymore…” 

To Molly’s surprise, Lorelai actually opened the door! Though.. she was dressed up in some sort of knight armor?

“Oh, Lori! I… Didn't expect you to answer this qui-” 

Lorelai interrupted Molly. “Yeah yeah whatever, I was already gonna go downstairs anyway cause you guys we’re making a racket!”

Molly let out an exhausted attempt at a laugh, a bead of sweat dripping down her face. “Well.. It was about explaining the ‘racket’... And well… Dad is getting arrested for some stuff and we.. uh…” Molly paused, she wasn't sure how to continue this. She was about to raise her voice again, but Lorelai suddenly zoomed past Molly to go downstairs. 

“LORELAI WAIT!”

Molly rushed to follow her sister downstairs, eyes widening when she realised Lorelai was blabbering out to Percy who looked rather displeased. Urgh, not again…

“What the hell are you doing to our dad? Who do you think you are!?” Lorelai said, putting her arms on her hips all sassy and upset.

“Well, I am Detective Percival King from the Sweet Jazz Police” She holds up her badge. “but you may refer to me as Percy. And as your sister most likely explained, we are taking Martin to court because of his mild crime spree, such as avoiding taxes and child abandonment.”

Percy peeked behind Lorelai and saw Molly, who was currently shaking in her rain boots. “I was going to ask where your younger sister is, but it appears that she's already back. Hello!”.

Lorelai squinted at Molly and Percy with a disdain in her eyes.. “Did she call you to come here?” Lori said raising her eyebrow, Molly looked down to avoid eye contact “Cause CPS already came here before and we’re perfectly fi-” 

Percy decided to interrupt Lorelai herself, noticing how upset Molly looked. “I am very much aware of that, Miss Blyndeff.” Percy crossed her arms. “But after talking to Molly a few days ago regarding the museum incident she was involved in, I decided to reopen the case. After dealing with all of my work, of course.”

“Hmm…” Lorelai squints at Percy, unconvinced. “What about the toy store? What’s gonna happen to that huh?”

“We will deal with that after interrogating your father which will probably take a bit. But there’s no need to worry about you or your sister, as I’ve been assigned to take care of you two before more suitable parents can take care of you.”

Lorelai turnt to look at Molly again, then back at Percy. “Fine, what do we do now? Theres gonna be a bunch of legal stuff we need to deal with or whatever, right?”

“Correct. Thank you for being cooperative, Miss Lorelai. You may take your personal belongings at a later date.”

Lorelai rolls her eyes, and walks past Percy to the outside of the toy emporium. She waits there, still wearing her knight outfit. Molly nervously walks over to Percy and looks at her.

“Sorry about my sister… She’s a handful.” Molly apologized.

“I don’t mind all that much, I’ve dealt with many interesting people at my job before.”

“Sounds about right. I honestly thought the whole CPS thing didn’t work out because of last time…”

“The only reason something like that happened is because that person was a fool.” Percy scowls. “It’s cruel when events like this are overlooked, hopefully you and your sister can live life more peacefully.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Molly pauses and smiles a bit. Maybe this was for the better, but she suddenly remembers something. “Oh! Is it alright if I tell my friends about this? We were supposed to have a meet up here tomorrow and I don’t wanna worry them too much.”

“Of course, you can go ahead and contact them on the way to the police station.”

Molly goes up to the door and flips the toy store sign to ‘closed’, then walks out. Percy follows closing the door behind her, she had brought back-up incase Martin was a dangerous person or if something went wrong but things actually turnt out alright! She speaks with some of the officers before most of them leave the toy store to the police station.

A couple hours pass, all three members of the Blyndeff family were interviewed. A few more hours pass and now the two sisters sit in Percys car, the detective was busy doing a few more things before going home so the two of them just sat in silence. Both Lorelai and Molly were in the back, but still sitting as far away from eachother as possible. 

Percy finally walks out and opens the car door.

“I’m back, apologies for the wait.” She sits in the drivers seat, she started the car a while ago since she thought leaving them in a hot car would be a bad idea despite the fact it was extremely cold during this time of year in Taiga Country.

“Its fine…” Molly yawned, it was night already and probably past her bedtime.

“I don’t have an extra room ready in my apartment, so both of you might have to sleep in my room in the meantime. But it’s fine, I’ll sleep on the couch.” Percy smiled reassuringly.

“Huh? Oh, no we couldn’t possibly… It would feel weird sleeping in someone elses room. We don’t mind, right Lori?”

Lorelai scoffed as if she doesn’t wanna talk right now, Molly scowls at her then forces a smile as she looks at Percy.

“One of us can sleep on the couch and the other one can sleep on the floor.”

“Understood, I’ll see if I have an old mattress lying around.”

Percy locks the car door and begins driving. It was pretty late outside so that means there wasn’t as much traffic as usual, just smooth sailing from here. Molly holds her hand out and puts it on the car window as she watches the city skyline zoom past here in a flurry of lights, a manufactured aurora borealis.

‘It’ll be okay.’ She thinks to herself. ‘Besides, this means I don’t need to run the store anymore right? Maybe I can catch up on my homework tomorrow. Yeah. Okay.’ Molly smiles a bit, then closes her eyes.

Note: This chapter was actually the first thing I wrote for this AU YEARS ago! Back before PoP even came out actually! It was much shorter back then but it was fun revisiting my writing and adding more onto it. Hopefully I’ll have the next chapter done in a few days :3

~Cherry

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Forth times a charm

by: zen~

genderbend!chuuya x fem reader

tags: GL, established relationship, toxic, spanking, denied orgasm, namecalling, cheating, not the first time, light brat-taming, vibrator, after-hours office, neglect, harsh dom, undisclosed argument mentions, light plot, unsatisfied/unhappy ending

word count: 1,032

notes: I didn’t genderbend the name because— eh. LOL. She/her pronouns for Chuuya and Dazai though. Another gift for a friend.. Ik you’re reading this, pookie ;) Might not be how it works but— I added that when Chuuya walked away, the ability stays on reader. reader is an exec at the PM. Apologize if this is really shitty! <3 Not proof read lol

summary: You and chuuya got into an argument the night before, angered with her, you flirt with your college, Dazai. Chuuya needs to teach her brat a lesson about being only hers~

NSFW Content ahead~

Of course you knew you were one lucky fucker. Chuuya was undoubtedly the hottest PM member. But you were upset. And she had to pay.. What better way to do this than to flirt with her enemy~ Dazai. This wasn’t the first time you’ve done this, Chuuya was unpredictable and you got into fights in the past— in which have lead you to play this game again.. and again. What a stupid mistake you’ve made.

Quickly you wink at Dazai and tease her throughout the day. In fact.. Chuuya saw this. Enraged? Of course. You were hers.. Not that bastard’s. “Why were you such a damn brat..” He muttered looking from the window of his office. It was a surprise Chuuya didn’t take you right then and there. Oh no.. She waited. You’re going to regret this.

Hours later you smirk at dazai and sit off of her lap with a smug expression.. targeted toward Chuuya. Pushing your luck. You’ve had your chance.. But you were doomed from the start. As charming and sweet Chuuya could be with you— the jealousy could be a whole other woman in itself. Of course her possessiveness would take over.

Just like that you were dragged by the arm into the office in a harsh and swift movement, followed by a harsh push against the wall. The door slammed and she quickly yanked down your skirt, dropping to your ankles. You smirked “Oh hello ba—“ Smack! “Oh don’t play that, doll.” Another harsh slap delivered to your ass. “You. Haven’t. Changed” She snarled through spanks with a growling manner. “I should leave you ass here and now. But you don’t deserve that.” This was expected. You knew this was a doing of your own. Not to say it wasn’t incredibly sexy when Chuuya was jealous..you’d never admit that. “I’ll give you what i think you deserve. hands against the wall, slut.” The route was to obey.. might as well see what she had in store. After all.. how could you not be turned on when she called you such dirty things? “Move and i’ll smack much more than your ass.” She warns and walks toward the desk, rummaging can be heard, and you filled with anticipation.

She comes back with a teasing smirk. The next sounds heard could be Chuuya’s black gloves hitting the ground in your eye view. Serious huh? Oh how you loved the way her slim fingers laced your hair, tightly yanking. “If you want to be a tease. We play things my way.” A familiar vibration trials your thighs. There was no warning or teasing before the toy was inside you— humming loudly against your walls. “You tell me when you’re close darling.” And just like that, you were left against the wall, helpless and obviously regretting the stupid choice. All over some stupid argument. You had to do this? No. Of course not.. But there was that little spark inside you that really enjoyed this. You moaned softly and shook involuntarily, basking in the thoughts of her control over you.. and your body. Chuuya ignored you and went back to the desk, shuffling through files and paper. As your moans grew louder, the more it seemed she ignored you. Even texting on her phone and turning away. Fuck— how close you were— should you..? The drip of wetness from your pussy ran down your thighs, so sloppy and she had barely touched you. “Ch—chuuya i’m—i needa” you choked on your words and legs shaking.. aching to finish. “Pathetic.” She stared at you, not moving an inch. “I nee—“ She walks over and laughs darkly, gently healing your waist, using her ability to make you lighter at the legs, which made to hard to keep steady against the walls as the stimulation inside your cunt and aching orgasm that could happen any second now. You trembled to your knees against the wall, hearing Chuuya hum sadistically, breathing against your

neck and leaving gentle bites and kisses. “I’m gonna—“ you whined. But the pleasure had stopped. Completely, with a flick of the remote in her hand, Chuuya denied your orgasm. “You don’t deserve to cum.. You don’t even deserve my attention or time.” Whines and the lightness of your body along with the only thing being felt was your throbbing, needy space between your thighs. “You’re a dirty womanizer. Flirting with that asshole again.” Her fingers tightly held around your hair again, which was already messy and slightly tangled. The feeling of her hot breath along the shell of your ear made the whole thing even worse— as you just wanted release and an apology. “All you do is be a fucking whore and disrespect me. You can’t even talk about an argument like a normal partner. Get up.”

Tugging on your hair, you stood up wobbling, swallowing tears from stimulation and your rejected climax. “I—i’m sorry please—“ Cut off but another harsh smack in your ass. “Shut up. Count.”

Smack! “For halloween” Smack! “For the gathering..” Smack! “For you being a needy. fucking. brat.” With the slaps matching the harsh tone— this quite obviously didn’t assist your arousal. Chuuyas harsh manner was relentless and made you yell and moan. She lets go of your hair and quickly leaves you on the ground, collapsed without finishing.

“Say sorry darling.”

“I— I’m sorry” You sputter out helplessly. Your cunt throbbing, the vibrator still resting inside of you.

“Now I’m going to get the motorcycle to park outside,”

She said as grabbing the black gloves and putting them on, quickly grabbing your chin and holding it tightly, using the gravity again to make your body hover slightly over his chair, pressing the button of the remote control again, on a medium staggering pulse.

“I’m going to pull up the motorcycle. If you fucking cum i’ll make sure you don’t again for a month.. okay, doll?”

She says in a taunting but firm manner.

You nod softly and whimper, a small pat on your cheek “Good girl.”

And like that she was gone.

This time had been different. You actually didn’t get your release. How stupid you were to disobey.. again.. Was that what she wanted? For you to talk? But no.. This was more fun. You were an idiot. And this wasn’t the last time.

The end… because I’m going to get carried away and block out

I’ll take request! I suppose preferably anime fandoms.. afab..? I just wanna get some practice so these are utter nonsense and chaos.

[graveyardvalentinee]

I have an idea: What about Ney and the reader fighting about something dumb maybe like he is not helping around the house even when she asks. Kylian and Hakimi are trying to make peace, and they say something like, "So you guys wanted to tell us something," and Ney "Oh yeah, we are engaged" ❤️

yesss thank you so much for the request i love it!!

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surprise / neymar jr

pairing : Neymar x reader

“Food is ready!” I hear Neymar call from the kitchen.

He insisted on cooking tonight , he even decided to invite Kylian and Hakimi over so that he could tell them the secret we’ve been keeping in.

Me and the guys walk into the kitchen , Kylian and Hakimi snickering at Neymar’s cooking attire - a hot pink apron with the words “kiss the chef” on it.

“I assume the apron is hinting at Y/N - unless you’d want Hakimi to go up there and give you a nice smooch brother.” Kylian says through laughter.

I can’t help but laugh myself too.

“Alright alright laugh all you want - but yes the apron is hinting towards my beautiful girlfriend.” Ney says walking in my direction and giving me a short kiss.

“Girlfriend hmm?” I whisper in his ear

“The reason why I invited them over is to tell them querida. Go and get the ring from upstairs - I want to announce it before we begin eating.” He chuckles in my ear giving my hip a slight squeeze.

We turn around and see Hakimi fake throwing up in the sink with Kylian holding a hand covering his mouth as if he’s about to barf too.

“Total drama queens.” Neymar whispers to me.

“Okay okay are we going to eat or not ? Or did you just make us come all the way over here to remind us we’re desperately single?” Kylian says , rolling his eyes jokingly.

[ let’s pretend like Hakimi is single ]

“We will eat - soon. Me and Y/N have an announcement to make before.” Neymar excitedly says. He’s been dying to tell anyone about our engagement.

Hakimi groans loudly and throws his arms up in the air. “Kylian we should have just gotten something on the way if we knew chef Neymar would make us wait this long for one meal.”

“I’ll be right back and then we can eat.” I say going up the stairs laughing , still hearing the guys complain to Ney about the wait on the food and how they’ve been waiting since practice to eat.

I find the beautiful ring and slip it on , I look over to the picture of me and Neymar on our first date in Brasil.

I smile remembering how he wanted out first official date to be in his homeland , we had asked a local at the beach to take a picture of us with the gorgeous sunset in the back , Ney standing behind me with his arms around my waist and his face buried in my neck - and me holding his arms smiling into the camera.

But my smile dies down when I see that Neymar still hasn’t fixed his clothes.

He has one job - one. And it’s been 3 days , that clothes has been laying there for 3 days.

I do the laundry and he puts away only his portion of the clothes. It’s simple.

But no. He can’t do that can he?

Every single time I have to remind him.

Sometimes I even do it for him- but no. Not anymore.

I know it’s stupid to get mad over it but it’s the only job he has around the house. And it’s tiring that he doesn’t even do the one simple task I ask of him.

I storm down the stairs.

“Neymar Da Silva Santos Junior! You have one job around here. You can count on one hand the job you have around this house - because it’s only ONE - and it’s to put away your clothes. It’s the third day it’s been there and I know you see it every time you walk into our bedroom.” I say marching into the dining room where I spot Neymar sitting at the end of the table.

“What? Y/N what are you talking about?” He says , genuinely looking confused.

Is he serious ?

“What am I talking about ? I’m talking about your stack of clothes that’s been sitting in the room for days. All you have to do is pick it up and put it away. It does not take more than 5 minutes of your day.”

“Oh yeah the clothes. Eh I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow ? Really. You always say that. But what do you do instead ? You go and play poker as soon as you get home - or you play that stupid video game your obsessed with.” I say scoffing.

“Y/N that is not true! If it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t have this house.” He argues back , raising his voice just a bit.

“Guys calm down , let’s just eat.” Hakimi interjects

“Yeah come on Y/N have a seat - let’s enjoy what Neymar cooked.” Kylian says calmly.

“I know that Neymar! And I am extremely proud of you and grateful for everything you’ve done for the both of us but accomplishing all of that comes with responsibilities- and one of those is doing the simple task of putting your clothes away.”

“Why are you scolding me as if you are my mother!” Neymar scoffs getting up from his seat.

“Guys let’s just both sit down-”

“If I wasn’t here to tell you it would sit there collecting dust.” I laugh bitterly , looking at Neymar angrily.

“Let’s be reasonable both of you-”

“Maybe I would want it to!” Neymar shoots back at me.

“Well that’s just great isn’t it ? Have fun wearing dusty disgusting clothes.” He’s getting on my last nerve.

“I sure will. I’ll look utterly amazing -” he tries to continue arguing with me until Kylian interrupts him.

“Can the both of you please sit down and be quiet!”

I huff and take a seat next to Neymar - the only available seat. He huffs even louder and sits back down scrapping his chair against the marble floor.

“Really ? You just had to do that ?” I say annoyed.

“Another thing to add to the list of things I do that annoy you huh?” He says cocking his head to the side and giving me a look.

“Oh yes the list just keeps piling-”

“Don’t you two have news for us! Id love to hear it!” Hakimi says loudly - fronting a nervous smile , looking between both of us.

I turn to look at Neymar and see his face emotionless.

“Surprise!” He says sarcastically, lifting my hand in the air and displaying the beautiful diamond on my finger for the guys to see.

“Y/N and I got engaged, but after her remarks about me I’m not sure she wants to be engaged to me.” He says nonchalantly.

“That is not true! I just don’t like how I have to remind you to do a simple thing a child could do.”

Hakimi and Kylian both look at each other speechless.

“Holy shit man! You finally did it. Congratulations to the both of you!” Hakimi happily says , getting up and patting Neymar on his back , also giving me a hug and examining the ring on my finger.

“Y/N you have no idea , this man’s been planning the proposal for months ! Asking us our opinions on rings and where to do the proposal. He’d be pacing around the locker rooms asking Messi how he proposed to Antonella just to make the proposal perfect.” Kylian says next - lightly laughing giving Neymar a tight hug , and me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Suddenly hearing that makes the whole situation that happened 3 minutes ago erase from my mind.

“You really did all that ? For me ? For us ?” I ask looking into his piercing eyes.

“We’ll leave you two.” Kylian and Hakimi both say disappearing into the backyard.

“Of course I did all of that for you. I’d do anything for you Y/N - just to be able to call you my wife. To be able to wake up next to you every day and be able to call you mine - and hopefully in the future be able to call you the mother of my kids. Because I love you , and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life. Nothing could ever change that.” He says walking up to me and cupping my face.

“And I promise you from now on I’ll fold all the clothes - even yours. Hell , I might even learn how to the laundry for you.” He says chuckling , resting his forehead on mine.

“I love you - so so much. More than you’d ever know Juhnino , and you’ll have me forever - because I want us forever. Not even a stupid argument over you putting away your clothes could change that.” I say softly laughing and connecting our lips.

“But I think I’ll stick to washing the clothes amor , I don’t want to have a broken washing machine when we just got that one.”

He shakes his heads and laughs , kissing me once more with passionately.

I’ll never get tired of his kisses.

“Are you two finally made up? Because that whole thing took away 10 extra minutes of my appetite away.” Hakimi says coming back into the kitchen with Kylian behind him.

“You know how he gets when he doesn’t eat - it’s not pretty.” Kylian whispers to me and Neymar.

“I heard that! Don’t forget who’s the one that got nutmegged today in practice.”

“We’re here to celebrate Y/N and Neymar’s engagement not talk about football.”

“Yeah yeah keep making up excuses - you know I got you good.”

Kylian rolls his eyes and we all sit down and start eating.

We talk about all the wedding plans Neymar and I already have , like a wedding in Brasil and one here in Paris. Or how we want two honeymoons - depending on Neymars schedule.

“I can’t believe he finally did it. You two complete each other , and we can all clearly see it. We’re both so happy for you.” Kylian says , Hakimi just hums with a mouthful of food.

“She’s just everything I could have ever asked for.” Neymar says holding my hand and running his thumb over my knuckles.

I lean over and kiss his cheek , realizing this life ahead of me is everything I could have ever wanted and more , with the man of my dreams by my side.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

again , thank you so much for this request ! I hope you enjoy it <3.

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Dead or Love ~ Ellis Twilight

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

Kate, I want to be your Santa Claus.

The kind of person who only gives you kindness.

However, the more time I talked to Kate,

The desires that I buried deep inside my heart and kept a lid on were writhing.

(Kate.)

(You, only you, make me… just a little crazy.)

Ellis: “… I don’t want Christmas to end just yet.”

Kate: “Eh?”

I pulled Kate’s arm closer and looked into her face.

Ellis: “Kate, will you be my Santa Claus this time?”

Ellis: “You can listen to my selfishness.”

(If I say that suddenly, will that bother you?)

However, contrary to my expectations, Kate’s face suddenly brightened up.

Kate: “Yes, of course! I’ll do anything I can.”

(……)

Ellis: “Fufu, you’re really…really cute.”

Ellis: “…Then, will you kiss me?”

Kate: “Ah, K-kiss?”

(Her eyes are blinking… so cute.)

Because Kate reacts so kindly and cutely,

I bury my desires deeper and deeper, keeping it a secret from Kate.

(Let’s think about the selfishness that will make Kate happy.)

(…That’s it.)

Ellis: “I’ll save the kiss for later.”

Ellis: “Instead… I want you and me to have fun together.”

--Courtyard—

Kate: “Ellis, what you want to do is… play in the snow?”

Ellis: “Yeah. This is the first year it’s snowed.”

Ellis: “…Do you hate it?”

Kate: “Fufu, no way. I’m kind of excited.”

Kate: “What do we do? Snowball fight? OR—”

Ellis: “What about the snow rabbit?”

Kate: “Oh, that’s great! Well then, let’s see whose is the cutest.”

Ellis: “Then I’ll make a snow rabbit that looks like you.”

Kate: “If that’s what you want, I’ll make you the cutest little Ellis bunny.”

Ellis: “But… if you use me as a model, won’t you lose?”

Kate: “I won’t lose. I’m confident.”

I can’t help but laugh at Kate’s disappointed face.

Ellis: “Then, let the match begin.”

The two of us squat down, scoop up snow, and work wholeheartedly to make a snow bunny.

(…When is the last time you played like this?)

When I glanced at Kate, I noticed that she looked more serious than I did, which was kind of cute.

Maybe I like seeing Kate working hard at something.

(I thought of a grown-up date to make Kate happy.)

(But… maybe a date like this would have been better.)

With Kate, no matter where I am or what I do, I feel like I have a lot of fun.

Ellis: “…Yeah. I’m done.”

Kate: “Me too. So let’s show each other.”

Ellis: “Yeah, okay.”

Kate / Ellis: “Ready, set, go!”

Kate: “Wow, Ellis, your snow bunny is so cute!”

Ellis: “Yours is too. I guess this is a draw…?”

Kate: “Fufu, right.”

(I finished making the snow bunny… Maybe I should have made it a little more slowly.)

Kate: “Ah, Ellis. Are you free for just a little longer?”

Ellis: “…? Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?”

Kate: “I feel like this isn’t enough, so I would like to add something else.”

It seems like Kate is still trying to give me something.

(Kate, Santa Claus is a great service.)

--Crown Castle—Common room—

Kate: “Sorry to keep you waiting, Ellis. Here it is.”

Ellis: “…Hot milk?”

Kate: “Yes. Your hands got cold from playing in the snow, right?”

Kate: “Besides, I was happy that you made some for me earlier, Ellis.”

(You remembered me.)

Ellis: “Thank you, Kate. I’ll take it.”

Kate: “Also, when I went to the kitchen, Victor brought out some sweets for me.”

Ellis: “So many. Fufu, it’s like a party.”

Kate: “Yes, it’s our very own midnight Christmas party.”

We drank hot milk, snacked on sweets, and talked about nothing.

It’s like Christmas when I was a kid…

Memories of a distant day seemed to tumble into the palm of my hand.

Ellis: “Kate, I lied to you, a little bit.”

Kate: “…Lied?”

Ellis: “I told you that when I was a kid, we had Christmases like any other…”

Ellis: “Christmas like anywhere else ‘was’…true.”

As I told you before, my house was a really normal house,

It was a Christmas like any other.

The candles on the Christmas cake were always blown out with a single blow.

(But)

Ellis: “One day, everything fell apart.”

Ellis: “I wanted to get it back somehow, I tried my best but…”

Ellis: “Maybe I was the one to screw everything up in the end.”

Kate: “…”

(Maybe that’s why I was relieved every year when Jude assigned me a job.)

(If I stay busy, I don’t have to remember what I broke.)

Kate was just quietly listening to me.

Then, she murmured in a voice as calm and gentle as falling snow.

Kate: “Ellis, when you suddenly remember things from the past and are having a hard time… I’ll be by your side.”

Kate: “When you don’t want to remember, let’s talk more like this again.”

Kate: “…and, this is such a beautiful thing…”

(Aah, Kate.)

(If your words were beautiful things, there would be nothing more beautiful in the world.)

Ellis: “Thank you, Kate.”

Ellis: “Hey, just one more thing… it’s selfish, okay?”

Kate: “Of course, what is it?”

I went behind Kate, who was sitting, and hugged her from behind.

Kate: “Ellis…?”

Ellis: “My family and I used to do this together and hug each other on Christmas.”

Kate: “Yes, that’s what this is? Well then…”

Kate wraps her arms around me and hugs me back.

(Kate, I’m sorry, that was also a lie.)

(I don’t know why… I wanted to do this with you.)

Again, deep within my heart, desire is writhing all over.

(…no, don’t go wild.)

(I want to be nice to you, Kate.)

Kate: “Ellis, um…”

Ellis: “Not yet. Please, let me stay like this just a little longer.”

After all, I don’t think I’ll be able to become the kind of Santa Claus that everyone likes.

A few days passed and before I knew it, the snow bunny I had mad that day had melted away without a trace.

When I told Kate about this, she laughed.

Kate: “Let’s make them together again next year.”

She said.

I can’t explain it well, but I was kind of… happy about that.

Very, very happy.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

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[002-A19] Bad Will Hunting[1]

Summary — ✈︎ The students called Ushio to a meeting. When they demand an explanation as to why he’s being uncooperative with his work, he gives them a sarcastic response in retaliation…

Characters— ✈︎ Ushio, Nanaki, Akuta, Kiroku, Muneuji, Sakujiro

Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima

Ushio: ………

Nanaki: ………

Ushio: What do you want? Wearing such a scary expression on your face. 

Nanaki: We need to talk. …Let’s go. Everyone is waiting for you.

Ushio: (Uwah, I got a bad feeling about this one. This seems like more trouble than it’s worth…)

I’d love to go, but my stomach hurts y’know? Didn’t you hear that from Chief? I’m just taking a break today, soーー

Nanaki: You’ll be fine.

Ushio:  Ah… Wai… Don’t touch me!!

…I’m going.

Nanaki: ………

Kiroku: ………

Muneuji: ………

Akuta: Welcome back, Uu-chan!

Ushio: … Don’t call me that.

So? What’s this about? You got a reason for surrounding me like this?

Nanaki: The drawstring bag… It looks like he has it with him.

Akuta: See? I knew he didn’t throw it away. 

Okay, next up is my turn sooo, don’t mind if I do!

… Yup, it’s all good. The egg, feat. alien legs, are all in one piece!

Ushio: What, don’t tell me that this is all because you guys thought I threw away the egg?

Kiroku: You… weren’t in your room…… so we thought… maybe……

Nanaki: ………

Ushio: Of course I didn’t throw it away. Didn’t we all decide on that?

Nanaki: … I’ll apologize for suspecting you. I’m sorry.

Ushio: I don’t really care though.

Muneuji: With that, one of the problems has been resolvedーー

Akuta: Mhmm…

Nanaki: ………

Kiroku: ………

Ushio: Again, what is this all about? If you have something to say, spit it out already.

Muneuji: There’s no other issues, other than the work for the summer festival.

There were some concerns that maybe Uu-chan hasn’t been progressing properly in your preparations for the summer festival.

Ushio: (Ughh so there were complaints about that? I knew this was gonna be an annoying ass talk. So draining…)

These “concerns” you’re talking about… Was it all from one person?

Nanaki: Why are you looking at my face?

Ushio: There doesn’t have to be any special reason, does there? It's not like I'm thinking that Panda is the most likely candidate to say stuff like that or anything.

Nanaki: Even Kinugawa-kun is doing his best for this, no matter how much he’s struggling with it. It’s normal to not want someone holding us back.

Kiroku: Eh…… M-Me……?

Nanaki: I know you’re trying your best for this. It’s only natural to notice that when we’re living in the same room.

Kiroku: ………

Nanaki: And that’s why, Kurama-kun should alsoーー

Ushio: Doesn’t really matter in the end, since the event on the day after tomorrow is getting canceled.

Akuta: ………

Nanaki & Kiroku & Muneuji: ………

Akuta: EEEHHH!? W-WHY!?

Muneuji: For what reason?

Ushio: On that day, there’s an 80% chance of rain around the evening. It’ll be pouring down right around the time of the summer festival.

It’s fine to believe in shit like effort, friendship, and youth or whatever, but shouldn’t you at least check the weather forecast?

Nanaki: What about the JMA’s weather control?

Muneuji: No, I’m sure they’d ensure the skies were clear for events at urban places like HAMA, but for the more rural areas…

I’m certain that they wouldn’t take such measures here.

Akuta: A-A-Are you serious～～～！?

I’ve been a city boy since I was born so things like that completely slipped my mind…

Nanaki: Can’t we try asking the JMA now?

Kiroku: …… I don’t think…… they’d listen… to just…… one person……

Ushio: (Hm…)

Akuta: Should we just try to pray for clear weather!?

Like gathering around a bonfire to pray for rain, but the opposite!

Kiroku: …Do you have…… a power…… like that… Isotake…?

Akuta: Nah, not at all!

Ushio: (Life is filled with absurd events like this. No matter how hard you try, or how pure you try to live your lifeーー)

(Some stupid, unavoidable absurdity falls on you and ruins everything.)

(Of course I knew this already, ever since back then, but for kids like this who were raised with privilege and protection? This is probably the first time they’ve been exposed to something like this.)

(Serves them right.)

Hey.

Nanaki: Hah?

Ushio: It’s a shame that it never got healed. That broken heart you got from that time in the old building.

Nanaki: … Is spewing out sarcasm the only thing you know how to do? No wonder they call you a pleasant guy. 

Ushio: ……!

Muneuji: A pleasant guy?

Nanaki: That’s what his classmates call him behind his back. It’s a fittingly ironic nickname for someone as cruel as him.

Ushio: ………

Muneuji: … I see. It’s pretty well put.

Ushio: ……!

Muneuji: Ah, I didn’t mean like that, please don’t misunderstand. I was just impressed that you were given such a spiteful nicknameーー

Ushio: (What’s with that phrasing? How is Muu-chan able to stay as nonchalant as he always is while I’m the only one feeling this uncomfortable…?)

(This is… so unfair…!)

… Y’know, Muneuji…

You didn’t seem to be that upset by the fact that the festival got canceled because of the rain. You’re the one who knows best just how much everyone worked for this, don’t you?

Muneuji: ………

Ushio: Could it be, maybe when it doesn’t concern your father, you consider it to be someone else’s problem?

Maybe, in this train wreck, the rails that you were on were already shifted and the damage isn’t as great to you, so you don’t care?

Muneuji: … Just what are you trying to say?

Ushio: I’m just saying. If that never happened to your father, you wouldn’t even be where you’re at right now.

(You’re different that I amーー)

What I’m saying is, it’s great that you got a little sister who you can give souvenirs to.

Muneuji: Ghーー！

Akuta: Ah, Muneuji’s pupils blew upーー

Muneuji: …Kinugawa.

Hold onto my phone and my watch.

Kiroku: Eh? Okay… but…

Ushio: Huuh? Did I offend you?

Muneuji: You too, Ushio. If you’re holding onto anything you wouldn’t like destroyed, put them to the side. If you refuse to take back what you just said… Then I’m going to duel you.

Ushio: Hah, how am I supposed to take back a fact? Aren’t you just averting your eyes from the truth now?

Muneuji: That’s enough. Shut your mouth. Prepare yourself.

Ushio: ーーHmph, don’t think it’ll be as easy to toss me around as it was last time. 

Nanaki: He was thrown by him just the other day…

Akuta: I-It’s a fight～～～！ WOO WOOO! Get him, get him! Don’t lose, both of you guys!

Isotake’s Gambling Foundation is in full support of this clash between friends! Dear customer, which side are you betting on?

Nanaki: Of course I’m putting 1,000 yen on Muneuji… not! What are you doing!? We have to stop them!

Hey, calm down! Kaguya-kun!

Muneuji: Do not interfere! Uu-chan purposefully angered me. He made his bed, and now he must lie in it.

He wants to be thrown around. He’s asking for it, I’m sure of it. …I want to throw him, as well.

Nanaki: Why would he ask for that!? Ugh, I don’t have another choice…!

Akuta! Help me stop themーー

Akuta: Great, keep going! I’m at the edge of my seat! Don’t hold back, you guys～～～！ You’ll kill the footage～～～！

Nanaki: Whaー Is now the time to be filming!? Kinugawa-kun youーー Already disappeared too!

Ugh, seriously…! Why did it turn out like this…!?

Kaede: Let’s see… Did I manage to make the shumai recipe that Yuki-nii taught me correctly?

Waah! Look at this, Sakujiro-san! I think I actually made them pretty well!

Sakujiro: Oh my, this is… What beautiful, moist skin, reminiscent of platinum…!

The plump, steamy green peas add a burst of color to the snow capped mountains, like a flower budding in the spring…!

This is a wondrous piece of art. I’m thoroughly impressed.

Kaede: The Chinese porridge you made looks amazing as well, Sakujiro-san! The finishing look would look great for pictures on dazzle!

Sakujiro: I’m honored to hear you say so. The soup and the sides are finished, so let us prepare them to be servedーー

(Muffled banging)

Kaede: ……? It’s so noisy upstairs… I wonder what happened.

They’re still pretty young and full of energy, so they might even be play wrestling right now… Ahaha!

Sakujiro: Chief.

Kaede: Yes?

Sakujiro: It seems a helpless fawn has stumbled its way into our castleーー As in, the kitchen.

Kaede: Huh? ーーOh, Kiroku-kun?

Kiroku: ……

Kaede: What’s the matter? You’re shaking a lot…

Kiroku: …… Chief… and, Sensei…… There’s… a fight.

Kaede: Eh!?

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I believe the title is a reference to the movie “Good Will Hunting”. It's about a guy named Will, a self taught math genius who works as a janitor at a college. He was solving difficult math problems on the blackboard. Will is later arrested after he attacks a responding police officer. The professor who wrote the challenges arranges for Will to avoid jail time if he agrees to study math under his supervision and participate in therapy sessions. Will agrees but is uncooperative in therapy and mocks all his therapists. After Will drove away his first 5 therapists, the professor gets an old friend named Sean to be his therapist. Unlike the others, Sean actually challenges Will's defense mechanisms. During the first session, Will insults his deceased wife, and Sean threatens him, but after a few unproductive sessions, Will finally begins to open up […] Sean points out to Will that he is so adept at anticipating future failure in his interpersonal relationships that he deliberately sabotages them to avoid emotional pain. 

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Koisuru Scramble - Chapter 3

Writer: Nishioka Maiko Translation by: Sophie // Proofread by: Mirei

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

This story is fully voiced in-game! You should read while listening to it~

Episode 14: Little Devil’s Gamble

Hajime: Haah…

(I didn’t expect that thing earlier to work…)

(After that, Nakaouji-kun didn’t spare me a glance at all... Well, I was the one who looked away first though.)

(No, it’s just how it is. I mean, his other classmates were there, and the school bell just had to ring.)

(But… I thought he’d immediately talk to me like he always does...)

(There’s this part of me that… Well, maybe I am a bit sad over it? Just a little bit.)

Haah…

What’s up with me… I never really paid attention to these kinds of things before…

Hm? Oh… Right over there… Is that—

Mahiro: Haha~ So, shall we check out that cafe together this time around? Hm? I’m not playing around~ I’m always serious about you ♪

Hajime: (Gosh~ Even if he didn’t say that to me, I can feel my cheeks warm up...)

(It’s amazing how Asuma-senpai always goes at it everyday. Aside from the fact that I never see a day when he isn't surrounded by girls, I feel like his following just keeps on increasing everyday.)

Mahiro: Hm? He~y there, Hajime-chan ♪

Hajime: Eh? Ah, uh, hello. Good afternoon.

(Uu… All those girls are suddenly giving me nasty looks. I’ll quickly make my exit soon, so please don’t glare at me like that…)

Mahiro: Are you really that interested in me? I might melt with the way you’re checking me out. Well, I won’t say I don’t feel the same for you though~

Hajime: Hah?! Checking you out?! No, no, no! Definitely not! I wasn’t looking at you at all!

(I was looking at the girls flocking around you! Not you!)

(Ugh. Their stares just got uglier with what he said!)

(I should make my escape now…)

Well, I’m quite busy so I’ll be on my way. Goodby— gya?!

Hajime: (I’m gonna fall!)

Mahiro: —! Be careful!

Hajime: ………

(......? Huh, my face hasn't fallen flat on the floor?)

Mahiro: Got you just in time~

Hajime: (Is he carrying me bridal style?!)

Y-Y-You can let go now! I can stand on my own!

Mahiro: Hm~

Well, I don’t think I’ll get another chance like this though. Since we’re already at it, why not go on a date with me?

Hajime: Excuse me?! Please stop joking around and put me down already! I’ll really get pissed if you keep on doing this!

Mahiro: Tch. I’m quite serious about it though~ What a letdown.

There you go.

Hajime: Finally…

…But um, thank you for saving me there.

Mahiro: ………

Haha~ You’re very welcome. I’ll gladly accept payment through a date with you ♪

Hajime: Haha… I have something to do, so I think I’ll pass.

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Hajime: (Gosh. I can’t believe that just happened. Though I guess he’s popular exactly because he can be so smooth like that.)

(I don’t want to be at the receiving end of it though. My heart can only handle so much.)

Nn… (Stretching her body around.)

Hah… Being assigned to the cleaning duty is such tough work, but cleaning in front of the fountain this time of the year feels quite nice. It feels like going for a walk, so it isn’t so bad~

Hm..? Did someone collapse over there?! Oh God!

Konatsu: ………

Hajime: (Wait, isn’t that just… Nekomura-kun?)

Ah, and if I look closely, he didn’t really collapse. It looks like he’s just sleeping soundly?

(I’m glad that’s how it is…)

(But he might catch a cold if he continues to sleep here, so I think it’s better to wake him up…)

Nekomura-kun, wake up~ You’ll catch a cold if you sleep here~

Konatsu: Nn… Hnn?

…Oh, it’s you, Hajime-senpai. (Yawns.) Fuaah…

Hajime: Haha, are you that tired? I was surprised to find you sleeping here. I thought you’re not feeling well.

Konatsu: ………

…The truth is I do feel a bit under the weather. That’s why I ended up resting here.

Hajime: Huh, is that so? Are you okay?

Konatsu: Mhm, sort of. I thought I’ll feel better if I rest here for a bit.

Hajime: Then we should go and have you rest in the infirmary instead. We can’t have you feel worse by sleeping here. It’s still chilly around this time of the year, after all.

Konatsu: Mm, it’s alright. The wind isn’t that strong today. There’s also the sun to keep me warm and toasty.

— Oh. But if Hajime-senpai is so kind as to lend me her lap to be my pillow, maybe it’ll help make me feel much better?

Hajime: Huh?! M-My lap?!

Konatsu: Mhm. That way, I won’t feel the cold as much. I really feel like I’ll feel much better with just a bit of rest.

Hajime: …Alright. I guess I’ll give it a pass since it’s quite an emergency.

Here you go. Are you comfy?

Konatsu: Hehe~ ♪

Hajime: Just like your namesake, you really are like a cat, aren’t you?

How is it? Do you feel a bit better now?

Konatsu: …Pft… kuku…

Hajime: Hm?

Konatsu: Ahahaha! Oh my, you're gonna make me worry with how you're still believing my little ploy.

Hajime: …Ah, hey! So you were lying?!

Ugh. And I was taking it so seriously! I can’t believe you made me worry like that! If you’re not feeling sick then I’m taking away your lap pillow privileges!

— Hey. Make a move already, Nekomura-kun!

Konatsu: Don’t wa~nna. Not when it feels soooo comfy. The combo of the sun, Hajime-senpai, and her lap pillow feels so nice~

Senpai… I really want to stay like this for a while... Pretty please?

Hajime: …Geez. Fine. Just a bit more, okay?

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 38: Revive

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All night I keep watch. All night I wait. Wait for his breathing to cease, wait for him to open his eyes. My own exhaustion tempts my eyelids to droop but the threat of Death keeps me awake. The Reaper might swoop in any minute to claim Thomas. 

I don’t know how long it’s been when a hint of sunlight starts creeping in through the window. Thomas stirs in the bed covers and his breathing pattern quickens.

“Fuck…” 

He spoke! He tries to move his head but the brace keeps him trapped. Thomas slowly shifts over and sees me watching him. The sight makes me want to praise God a million times. He’s alive! Still weakened, but alive!

“I think I died. I saw me dad…” He groans. “And then I thought I saw an angel.”

I stand up on numb legs and reach for his hand. “You have no idea how good it sounds to hear you, Thomas. We thought you were gone.”

His tired face tries to smirk. “Miss me, eh?”

A mix between a laugh and a hiccup escapes me. “Not funny.”

Thomas’ attempt at dark humor slides off when he sees how serious I am. Those unblinking blue eyes scan my face and he realizes how worried for him I am.

“C’mere.”

He reaches for me and in a state of weakness I softly rest my head on his chest. It’s not a hug of any romantic interest, no. It’s the same kind of embrace I gave him when he woke from night terrors. One might look at this and say I’m just as scatterbrained as any other woman who takes interest in Thomas; but the feeling of comfort we give to each other is something no one can physically see. No mention of love. This is healing. 

Sadly it has to end but when I lift my head Thomas doesn’t let me go far. “Meeting you in a hospital has to stop being a common event.”

He’s still staring at me. “You’ve been crying.”

“Can you blame me? Unlike you I don’t think emotions should be embarrassing. Please promise you’ll never scare me like this again!”

The touch of his calloused hand on my face almost makes me freeze. “You-”

“Tommy?”

We both flinch at the intrusion and look up to see Michael. He looks confused and no one can blame him. It’s not often that Thomas acts vulnerable and I already see him rebuilding the walls.

“Hello Michael.”

The boy clears his throat. “Verena, could you…?”

He needs to speak with him alone. 

I nod before he can fully answer. “I’ll stand guard outside. Yell if you need anything.”

I give Thomas’ hand an extra squeeze and leave the men to their privacy. Something about Michael’s face tells me it’s personal. I go to the nearest phone and dial Ada.

“Ada? It’s Verena. Thomas is awake and doing well. Michael’s meeting with him.”

On the other end I hear her sigh. “Thank God! Do you plan on staying with him or should we hire a nurse?”

Oh. I hadn’t thought of that. There’s no question that I say yes in a heartbeat if Thomas asks, but I can’t force that on him.

“That’s for him to decide.”

Days go by and Thomas slowly starts to recuperate. The whole time I keep commuting between the hospital and Arrow House. The instant Thomas gets the discharge papers from the doctor he immediately arranges for a car to take him home. He’s right. I’d rather recover in a dustbin rather than this creepy place. He does arrange for a nurse but still insists that I stay at Arrow House until he's recovered. On the ride back Thomas drifts in and out of sleep, muttering nonsense. When we head up the driveway I see little Charlie waving from the front porch.

“Daddy!” He squeals when Thomas steps out.

A smile spreads on my face. “He’s been waiting for you. Mary says he’s been crying at night since you’ve been gone.”

Thomas kneels down and scoops the child into a hug. “Thank you. For watching him.”

“He’s a gem. I didn’t think I’d be good with kids but he and Karl have become partners in crime with me.” I point a finger at him. “Now it’s time for you, mister, to rest. I will not be taking you back to the hospital if you force your stitches open.”

Thomas rolls his eyes. “Alright, alright.” He walks inside to settle into his desk chair, bouncing Charlie on his lap. 

“Is Daddy sick?”

I set the medicine kit on the table. “Yes Charlie, and I’m going to do everything I can to help him get better.”

This makes Thomas get a cheeky grin. “Oh really?”

“Oh shut up!” I swat his shoulder.

Three months later

God smiles on us again. Thomas makes a smooth recovery and does well to not become addicted to his medication. According to Mary he made quite a statement about it. His hair grows back, as well as his redivivus spirit. If only he wasn’t so keen on ending his recovery so soon. Today’s the day he calls his brothers over and chaos is already forming.

“Absolutely preposterous!” I hiss and stiffly set the tea tray down on Thomas’ desk. 

“Well now, who is this young lady?” A deep voice asks. “Shalom!”

A new man is standing a few feet away. A man with a face that talks business and eyes that speak philosophy. He's wearing a trench coat, tallit, and a unique black hat. A Jewish man. His laid-back manner tells me Thomas trusts him. Another one of his connections.

“Verena, meet Alfie Solomons.” Thomas gestures to each of us. “Mr. Solomons, meet Ms. Verena Steenstra.”

The bearded man looks me up and down with friendly regards. “Steensta, Steenstra… I know your uncle. Very Christian, very tough. You tell him I will meet him for a drink sometime.”

I offer a hand and we shake. “Pleased to meet you. I’m assuming you are here to assist Mr. Shelby? You’re against the Russians too?”

Mr. Solomons is surprised by my wit to guess. “Yeah. ‘Cause of what they did to me mother.” He looks at Thomas. “Keep her, Tommy. She’s a live one.”

My eyes widen a fraction and a blush threatens to turn my face red. “Anyways. You will not guess what I just heard the boys talking about.”

Thomas lazily sips his whiskey. “Go on.”

“It was Micheal talking about Charlotte. He knocked her up. Do you Shelby men ever keep it in your pants?”

The door bursts open. John and Michael stroll in but Arthur cautiously keeps by the door. 

“What’s that?” John asks brightly, ignoring my annoyed tone.

I put my hands on my hips. “Let me rephrase: can you ever stop fucking?!”

Solomons outright laughs and Thomas takes another drink. Michael looks as scarlet as the rug and John simply shrugs.

“It’s nature, love. Can’t help it. I’m surprised you haven’t found a good man yourself.”

Arthur decides to step in. “Get off it, John. Verena’s much more level-headed than you’ll ever be.”

John scoffs. “Yeah but you weren’t 21 when you lost your virginity.”

Arthur gawks at me. “Steenstra? You’re 21? You’re closer to Finn than I thought. When’s your birthday?”

Okay, when did this discussion venture to the topic of my birthday? I personally don’t feel like talking about it in front of a stranger either.

“October 1903.”

Arthur gets an ‘a-ha’ expression. “I forgot women mature faster. I thought you were at least 25.”

“Hello, Arthur,” Mr. Solomons greets the oldest Shelby. “Shalom.”

Arthur’s displeased by his presence. If this is going to be another meeting full of cocky men then I want no part of it. I weave through the group but Thomas stops me just before I reach the door.

“Take some time for yourself, eh? We’ve got everything covered.”

My eyes narrow. “You said you’ve been taking a break.”

He tilts his head. “I’ve formed a plan.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes. And right now it’s for us to handle. Please-”

“I know, I know.” I hold my hands up in defeat and exit the office.

Ring! Ring! 

“Ms. Steenstra! Telephone!”

Well how about that?

I reach the phone and I already know it’s Ada from Karl’s laughter in the background.

“Verena? How are the boys?”

The building stress from the past month presses on my shoulders. “Making another mess. Seems that men are the only ones I can get along with. You’re the one who’s not pushing me away, Ada. Polly won’t talk. Esme’s too busy being pregnant. Linda and Lizzie hate me.”

It sounds harsh but after all these weeks of helping at Arrow House one would think someone else would call or stop by. But no. Only a few letters and select calls from Polly. Nothing too extreme. Maybe her ‘project’ is keeping her busy.

“Come over to my place for dinner. Karl would love to see you.”

Ada’s offer sounds like a breath of fresh air. “You mean it?”

“Of course. Get over here, we’re having a girls night!”

Well it’s about bloody time.

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [12]

Monologue

ーー Our encounter with Socrates.

I cannot remember,

how or where Subaru-kun and myself wandered to afterwards.

Unless somebody willingly gives up their own life,

we cannot leave this miniature World.

Confronted with this unreasonably heavy truth,

every step we took felt like a challenge,

as we lacked even the strength to speak.

What on earth,

were we supposed to do?

How exactly is that spherical entity,

who goes by the name of Socrates,

have the heart to do something so utterly cruel?

What does that guy gain,

from our suffering?

A bunch of questions which I cannot answer,

pop in my head one after the other.

ー The scene starts in the forest

Yui: ( I feel heavy-hearted...Right when I thought we had finally found a way to go back, it turns out to be something so unreasonable. )

Subaru: Say.

Yui: Hm? What’s wrong?

Subaru: What do you want to do once we go back to our own World?

Yui: Eh? Why would you ask all of a sudden?

Subaru: It’s not like we’ll get anywhere by only thinkin’ negatively, right? That’s why, you know...

Yui: ( I see. He’s trying whatever he can to cheer me up, isn’t he? )

Fufufu.

Subaru: Whatcha laughin’ for!? I’m trying my best for you here...!

Yui: Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for laughing!

I’m not trying to make fun of you or anything, I’m just really happy about it, fufu.

Subaru: Are you sure you aren’t makin’ fun of me after all? I’m serious, you know?

But well, guess it’s fine. I don’t care as long as you smile.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: 

Yui: ( ...? I wonder why he came to a halt all of a sudden? )

Subaru-kun...?

Subaru: ...So they’re here.

Yui: ...Eh?

( They came? Don’t tell me... )

Carla: ...So this is where you’ve been. Foolish traitors.

Yui: Carla-san...

Azusa: I think it’d be in your best interest, to do as we say...

Kou: Exactly. You might get hurt if you put up too much of a fight.

Laito: I’m sure both of you realize that this isn’t the kind of situation where we’d hold back just because we’re family? 

Yui: ( The Violet family has got us surrounded!? What now? We’ve got nowhere to run! )

Subaru: Hah! Took you guys long enough. Were you too scared of me to do anythin’? 

Carla: Get off your high horse. We simply observed you first to see how you would act.

Subaru: So you purposely let us run free.

Carla: As a result, I was able to witness something very fascinating. Seems like your attempted alliance with the Scarlet House ended in a tragedy.

Subaru: ...!

Carla: Exactly. We were obviously watching. However, we are still lacking information. 

Such as what exactly you did while you were alone with Eve, or which things you talked about.

I believe it is necessary to hear about that in full detail. 

Subaru: You make me gag. What for, exactly? Do you get a kick out of it?

Carla: To find a clue to become Supreme Overlord, obviously. I simply cannot afford overseeing even the slightest change.

You have no place to run. If you understand that, hand her over.

Subaru: ...Che.

Yui: ( Oh no...At this rate... )

Selection

→ Let’s power our way through (🖤)

Yui: Subaru-kun, I don’t want to get caught. So how about we just risk it all and try to make a run for it?

Subaru: Don’t be stupid. If we try to do that under these circumstances, we’d get caught in no time and then it’d be game over.

I’m pretty sure you’ll be at Carla’s mercy and I’ll get killed for rebelling ‘gainst them.

Yui: Right...

→ Let’s do as they say (♡)

Yui: Subaru-kun, it might be best to do as they say.

Even if he catches us, we might find another opportunity to run...

Subaru: ...It’s Carla we’re talking about.

Once he has gotten his hands on you once, I’m pretty sure he’ll lock you up in the prison basement for the rest of your life so you’ll never see the light of day again.

...But if I can play my cards right, I might be able to save you from such a fate at least.

Yui: Eh? What do you mean?

Subaru: Don’t worry ‘bout anythin’. Just leave it to me.

Yui: Subaru-kun...? What are you thinking?

Subaru: Don’t resist, no matter what? I promise that I’ll keep you safe, no matter what I have to do.

Yui: W-Wait! Don’t be rash!

( Don’t tell me he’s thinking of a sacrificing himself...! )

Subaru: Oi, Carla! I’ll let myself get captured, as you want.

Carla: Heh. That is some big talk for a rat driven in a corner.

Subaru: But I do have one condition. I want you to treat her...to treat Eve with care.

Don’t lock her up in a prison cell like you did before. 

But give her a proper room and provide her with daily meals.

Give her some freedom as well. I want you to give her the happiness she needs as a human.

Yui: ( Subaru-kun, for my sake...! )

Subaru: If you promise to do that, I’ll surrender. You can do with me as you please.

I don’t mind if you want to torture me to death. Or give me an official punishment as a traitor, I’ll accept that as well.

Carla: ...

Subaru: Oi, what do you say?

Carla: I understand your resolve. Out of respect for your feelings, I shall promise to take good care of Eve.

Subaru: I see.

Yui: But then Subaru-kun will...!

Subaru: Didn’t I tell you that I’m fine? I just want to protect you, no matter what it takes.

Carla: I believe you might be misunderstanding something, as I do not intend to kill Subaru.

Yui: Eh? 

Subaru: Hah?

Carla: I believe I made myself very clear from the start, that I want to hear what happened between the two of you while you were on the run.

I will not be able to do so if I kill him.

Carla: Therefore, as long as you surrender, I will treat you decently well.

Subaru: T-The fuck...? Then my whole offer was for nothing?

Carla: No, it did have significance. I was able to hear how formidable my younger brother’s resolve is.

I am glad I do not have to kill you. This world nearly lost a very valuable man.

Subaru: Carla...

Yui: ( Carla-san seems kind of happy. He usually comes off as cold, but he’s actually the type of person to value his family. )

( Seems like Subaru-kun has picked up on that as well. Honestly, these two might be a surprisingly good match. )

Carla: That is enough chit-chat for now. Azusa, Kou, Laito. Seize the two of them and take them back to our manor. 

Azusa: ...Okay.

Laito: Roger~

Kou: Ready, you guys? We’ll tie you up now?

Yui: Uhm, Subaru-kun. Thanks for earlier. For trying to sacrifice yourself to save me.

Subaru: Hm? Yeah...

Yui: ( Seems like he’s got something on his mind. Could it be that there’s still something else worrying him? )

ー The scene shifts to the prison cell

Carla: You will have to stay down here for a while.

*Rustle*

Subaru: ...Che.

I’m gettin’ this sorta treatment in the end, huh? What happened to your admiration for me from earlier?

Carla: Those two things are completely unrelated.

It does not change from the fact that you betrayed our family by trying to claim Eve as your own.

I shall not allow you to ever meet her again.

Subaru: Hah! As to be expected of Mr. Founder over here. You’re not takin’ any risks.

Carla: Well then, there are a few things I would like to ask you.

Subaru: Did you discover the secrets behind Eve and the Supreme Overlord?

Subaru: ...

Carla: The silent treatment, huh? I suppose that is fine. I shall take my time to drag it out of you.

Kou, Laito. I shall interrogate him again tomorrow morning. I want the two of you to watch over him until then.

Laito: What a pain~ How long will this last?

Kou: Until Subaru-kun tells him everything about Eve, right? I guess that’ll make our lives easier.

Laito: Right. Well then, Subaru-kun, please tell him everything you know already. Do it for us.

Subaru: You fuckers really need to buzz off.

...Hey, what happened to her?

Laito: Her? ...Aah, you mean Eve?

Kou: Don’t worry. Azusa-kun’s in charge of looking over her, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.

Subaru: ...

( I guess Azusa is way better than these two in terms of people to watch over her. )

( I can’t imagine he’d try to assault her against her will. )

( I promise that I’ll definitely keep you safe. Even if it costs me my life... )

ー The scene shifts to a free room in the Violet Manor

Azusa: You can use this room again...

Yui: Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks for escorting me.

Azusa: You’re welcome...Please ask me anything if there’s something else you need?

Yui: Anything? Uhm, well then, where is Subaru-kun?

( The two of us were separated as soon as we arrived at the manor. )

( Even if it might be difficult to go see him, I want to know where he’s staying at least. )

Azusa: Subaru probably got put in prison, I believe...The one where you stayed when you first got here.

Yui: I see.

( Subaru-kun...I just hope he’s not being hurt. )

( He seemed shaken up by what Socrates-san told us as well, so I’m sure he’s got a lot on his mind right now. )

( I can’t believe I can’t be with him at a time like this... )

...Haah.

Azusa: What’s wrong, Eve...?

Yui: Ah, my bad! I can’t believe I sighed.

It’s just, I’m worried about Subaru-kun...

Azusa: About Subaru...?

Yui: He’s severely injured, and I believe he’s emotionally exhausted on top of that.

When I think that he has to endure all of that by himself, it pains me as well.

I’m terribly worried about him...

Azusa: I see...

Yui: ( I know Carla-san and the others told me to stay put but...I can’t help but want to see him. )

( Perhaps I could try asking Azusa-kun...? )

Hey, I’ve got something to ask you. Can’t you arrange for the two of us to meet somehow?

I want to see his face. I want to know how he’s doing right now...

Azusa: ...

Yui: I know that I’m being unreasonable. But, Iーー

Azusa: Sure...

Yui: Eh!?

Azusa: You want to see him, right...? Sure, I’ll let...the two of you meet...

Yui: Really...?

Azusa: Yeah...We have to make sure that nobody sees us, okay...? Or I’ll get scolded as well...

*Thud*

Azusa: Come on, this way...

ー The two of them sneak out

Monologue

My eyes widened with surprise,

as I watched Azusa-kun silently open the door.

I wonder if he is being serious? 

Can I trust him?

I recall what had happened,

at the Scarlet Manor.

As well as the welcome party at the Violet Manor.

Whenever someone was nice to us, they always had an ulterior motive.

The pain of being betrayed by someone,

feels like thorns stabbing you right in the heart.

What if I get betrayed again? 

This fear is what makes it difficult for me to step forward.

However, even if I stand still now,

it won’t change anything.

...For Subaru-kun’s sake,

I mustered up my courage.

And I walked ahead.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[ladylooch]

Don’t be shy, tell us all about how daddy Timo embarrassed himself on the phone. I just know Kevin hears Emma in the background trying to wrestle it away from him 🤣

Don't be shy ☠️

The way I made this so soft in the end 🙈 I CANT HELP IT!!! THEY’RE MY BOYS!!!!!

Kevin is unassuming when he sees Timo’s name pop up on his phone.

“Hey.” Kevin answers, putting the phone on speaker so he can continue to put the groceries away with Sam. He holds her hips to wiggle past her in the pantry, stifling a groan at the way she brushes against him just right. He can’t wait for Lena to head to her friend’s house for the night.

“Hey fucker.”

Both Kevin and Sam pause, looking at each other with questioning eyes. This is new.

“Ah, what’s up?”

“You tell me what’s up. What is this I hear about your kid dating my daughter?” 

Kevin and Sam had talked to Luca a few days ago and he mentioned spending time with Livia Meier while visiting Switzerland for the summer. Kevin thought it was great. The Meiers are close friends. Him and Timo grew up together. Luca finding someone to relate to as a hockey player’s kid and growing up outside of Switzerland seemed like a great fit. 

“I heard the same thing earlier this week.” Kevin confirms. He stops putting things on the shelves.

“This is fucking bullshit, Kev. My daughter deserves better than your scrub of a son.”

“Timo!” Kevin hears Emma’s voice in the background. “Give me the god damn-” Her voice cuts off with the closing of a door. 

“Scrub?” Kevin scoffs, looking at Sam who is still perplexed at what is happening. She holds her hands up, decidedly staying out of it. Her husband’s eyes are beginning to get squinty. She wants no part in this discussion and smartly leaves the pantry.

“He has to be coming from your balls.”

“Dude, what the fuck?” Kevin scoffs.

“You what the fuck! How close does the apple fall to the tree? He like to whip through the rotation every week like daddy? Is Liv the Friday or Thursday girl?” 

“Hey.” Kevin hisses, taking him off speaker. He prays Sam didn’t hear that. “That was one year in Sweden, okay. I’ve come a long way since then. Also, I wasn’t the one who had my dick sucks by the girls tennis team on my way out of town to Canadian Juniors.” Timo is silent on the other end. Ha, Kevin thinks.

“I am fucking serious. Your kid hurts my daughter I’ll end his life.”

“You hurt my kid and I’ll end yours.” Kevin snaps back. Tension races through the silence between the lines. “And he has more Sam in him than me.” Kevin finishes with a heavy sigh. He forces his shoulders back down, trying to relax. Timo contemplates. 

“So he’s a good midwestern boy?”

“Eh, I wouldn’t go that far.” Kevin says honestly, thinking about a certain position he found his son in last year on the couch. Luca is lucky it was him who came home early and not Sam. Kevin never told his wife, but he did immediately have the safe sex talk again.

“Fuck me.” Timo wails. 

“I get it, man. I’ve got two daughters.” 

“Why is this so much harder with her? With Lio it was.. a breeze.”

“Because you remember what it was like being 19.” Kevin’s small smile fills his voice. Timo sighs.

“Yeah. I wanna go back and kick my own ass now.” 

“I can do it for you?”

“No you can’t… pussy.” Kevin laughs, loud and easy. Damn, he’s glad him and Timo are still friends.

“I’ll take you anytime, old man.” 

“You’re older.”

“Yeah but I played longer.”

“Cause you’re a pussy.” Timo can’t even get through the sentence without busting out laughing. 

“Again, you’re welcome in Minnesota anytime, bud.” Kevin opens the door to the pantry, stepping into the kitchen where Sam and Lena are beginning to make chocolate chip cookies. Lena had a good grade on her final test that she was nervous about, so Sam is rewarding her with homemade cookies. Kevin watches them for a moment and thinks about their last conversation with his oldest child. “Look, I know you’re worried, but I wouldn’t be. He’s a good kid and… I think he loves your daughter already. I’ve never seen him like this.” Sam nods her head along to Kevin’s words.

“I’m still gonna scare the shit out of him when he comes over.” Timo insists.

“Good. He could use some practice for dealing with washed up veterans next season.” 

“You’re an ass.” Timo hisses.

“Not as big as you though. I gotta go. See you in a couple weeks for your ass kicking on the course.” 

[landofzero-archive]

Perplex - Prank Intersection 7

Season: Spring

(Location: Starmony Dorm (Kaoru, Yuta, Nagisa's Room))

Kaoru: I’m home~.  Wait huh? The lights are off so is no one else here?

I heard that Ran-kun would be working starting in the evening, but I guess Yuuta-kun hasn’t come back yet either.

Speaking of, today was the prank filming day. Maybe it’s going long……

Well, whatever. If I’m gonna be alone in the room, I might as well relax.

(The lights turn on)

Yuuta: ………

Kaoru: Uwah, you scared me~! If you’re in the room, you should tell me, Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: ………

Kaoru: …… Eh, what’s wrong? O~i, if you can hear me, I’d like you to respond.

You’re lying face down on the bed and not moving at all, so I’m a little bit worried too……

Yuuta: Uuuu~……

Kaoru: Ah, that’s a relief. You’re alive, after all.

Making that kind of moaning sound– is something wrong? Could it be that the prank filming went haywire?

Yuuta: ………

Kaoru: …… Ah. Did I actually guess right that it went wrong?

Yuuta: …… That’s right. It was a total flop. I’m so defeated that I can’t even say anything.

Aaah, I’m so pissed off in so many ways……

Kaoru: Ahaha, that’s rough, huh~. So that’s why you’re feeling all depressed.

Yuuta: …… I thought I had done pretty good with this too.

But the Vice Prez took control of the project and crushed me.

I understood the Vice Prez would be a tough opponent. He’s not someone I can just deceive for the fun of it……

But I never expected he’d deal with me so easily.

Kaoru: I see. Looking at the situation, it really seems like Saegusa-kun did a number on you.

Well, they say “if you curse someone, dig two graves.” If you’re gonna play a prank, you better be ready for some painful payback, right?

Yuuta: …… That might be true. However, I’m not going to let it end like this.

Kaoru: Hmmm? What do you mean by that?

Yuuta: I hate getting the short end of the stick, so that’s why I’ll be getting revenge on the Vice Prez.

Kaoru: Revenge, huh. Can you even do that sort of thing?

Yuuta: …… Honestly, I don’t want to owe that guy anything but I decided to ask Rinne-senpai to lend me his strength.

It seems like Rinne-senpai was also thinking of pranking the Vice Prez like I did.

Kaoru: …… Hmm, I gotcha. I never thought that you’d ask Amagi-san to lend a hand.

So that must be how frustrating it was for you. To deal with it, you’re prepared to team up with people you don’t like. 

Ahaha, Yuuta-kun, your persistence scares me sometimes.

Yuuta: Calling it scary is an exaggeration, isn’t it……

Kaoru: No no, I’m not exaggerating. That persistence reminds me of the qualifying rounds for SS, y’know~

Remembering that time still gives me chills.

Yuuta: …… Are we really digging that story back up? You’re really an unpleasant person, Hakaze-senpai.

Kaoru: No no, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining or anything.

I just meant that when you’re serious about tricking someone, you’re pretty merciless.

Yuuta: …… Even if you say that, it doesn’t clear up the mixed feelings at all.

Kaoru: Really? But you two really scared me at that time.

You’re twins, so you did everything possible to trick us. I could tell you were “serious” about it.

Surely, you’re just as skilled at being a strategist as that Saegusa-kun, I think.

Yuuta: …… Maybe, Hakaze-senpai— are you trying to encourage me with that?

Kaoru: More or less. Ahaha, I didn’t do very well at it, did I?

Yuuta: ………

(I’m saying that kind of nosiness makes me feel like a child no matter what I do, and it’s pissing me off.)

Kaoru: Fufu. You’re pissed at me right now, aren’t you, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: …… And what if I am?

Kaoru: …… I knew you would think so. That’s why I’m trying to be careful to not butt in too much.

But when I see a cute junior in trouble, I can’t help but want to call out to them.

After all, I want you two from 2wink to spend your time laughing♪

Yuuta: …… Haah. You’re saying things like that without any shame.

Ple~ase use those pick-up lines on Anzu-san instead of me.

Kaoru: Wh-Why is Anzu-chan’s name coming up there? Isn’t she irrelevant right now?

Yuuta: Ahaha, that side of Hakaze-senpai is like Aniki, so fun to tease~♪

Anyway, thanks for the encouragement. You cheered me up a little bit.

Kaoru: Really? Then I’m glad.

Yuuta: Yes. So please look forward to it and wait for my next prank on the show, Hakaze-senpai.

Kaoru: I’ll be sure to. But, I’m a little worried, y’know~

Yuuta: Worried? About what?

Kaoru: I just thought if things continued like this, you might wind up at Amagi-san’s beck and call.

Yuuta: That’s……

(…… Certainly, I feel like that might happen if things keep up like this. That’s what’s been bothering me the whole time.)

Kaoru: Well, since it’s Amagi-san’s prank, it’s only natural but……

Rather than doing something like “revenge,” I wanted you to leave your own trace behind on it.

A prank is all about the element of surprise. So it’s okay to be “serious” about it and go a bit wild♪

Yuuta: (…… I see. That’s right. “That” was my main reason for appearing on the show.)

…… Thank you very much, Hakaze-senpai. Thanks to you, I know exactly what I want to do.

Please look forward to it. I’ll show you what it’s like to be a “bad boy”♪

(Location: CosPro Offices)

(At the CosPro offices)

Ibara: —I see. So Rinne Amagi-shi is also targeting me for a prank.

He knew I had seen through Yuuta-kun’s prank, so I thought this might happen……

How troublesome. I never thought I’d be chosen as a prank target like this……

Haah…… It can’t be helped. This is also the result of my own carelessness.

Let’s give them a thorough education so they can’t even think of messing around like this.

However…… I never thought my informant would be “you”……

Alright, I’ll go along with your plan this time, Yuuta-kun.

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[spaceorphan18]

5 Times Kurt Talks About Sex and 1 Time He Doesn't (Part Four)

A/N: So, this was inspired the other day by a Nonny who was asking about how Kurt interacts with others on the topic of sex and this little idea popped in my head.

It’s a little mini-series, and I’ll post one part a day, then I’ll get it up on Ao3 after it’s complete.

It’s set in a post-canon-ish world when they’re all living in New York. The whole thing takes place over the course of a day.

****

Conversation Four: Mercedes

“So, then to top it all off… she tells me that she wants Blaine to teach her how to give a decent blowjob.  Now, don’t get me wrong, if someone wants to learn from the best - Blaine is the person to go to. But I mean, that just set the tone for the whole day, as you can clearly see.” 

Kurt is in his recliner, a cup of warm tea in his hands as he recounts his day.  Mercedes is curled at the end of the couch with a cup of hot cocoa.  The bright afternoon sun settles warmly through the window between them.  

“Can you even believe them?” Kurt asks, taking a sip.  

Mercedes smirks into her mug.  “Them? Have you heard yourself? Admit it - Kurt Hummel.  You are obsessed with sex.” 

Kurt stares at her - shocked.  “Me?!”

“Yes, you!” 

“C’mon, Mercedes!” Kurt’s not even sure why he feels so defensive about it.  Maybe it’s the way she’s eying him in disbelief.  “I am hardly as bad as everyone else.  Haven’t you heard the stories I’ve told you.  My day has been steeped in sex but it’s hardly been my doing.  For one thing, I haven’t seen Blaine all day.”  

“Kurt, please,” she tosses back.  “You are hardly innocent in all of this.  Are you going to tell me that Rachel Berry doesn’t know what your favorite position is - not because she asked, but because you decided to pass along that little bit of info yourself.” 

Kurt gives a scandalized little gasp.  “Oh, my god, did she really tell you…” 

“I also have it on good authority that you’ve willingly gone with Santana to one of those adult stores, even though you’ve vehemently let it be known how much you find porn gross.” 

“It was one time,” Kurt bites back.  “And Blaine wanted to try a thing that may or may not have worked…” 

Mercedes snorts into her cocoa.  “And how many of us, besides Blaine, know at least one of your sex fantasies.  I could probably name at least three, eh, five if pressed.” 

“It’s not my fault that you guys take advantage of me when I get drunk.”  Kurt grumbles as he takes another sip of his tea.  This is not how he had hoped the conversation would go.   Usually, Mercedes is on his side.  

“Yes, you become quite the handsy, little drunk,” Mercedes says.  She’s finding all of this way too amusing for his liking.  “At least Blaine has enough sense to get you out of there.”  

“So, fine, I’m way past my baby penguin days,” Kurt says.  His anger dissipates as he begins to consider her situation, and takes a more serious tone.  “Is there something more? Do you feel… like you’re left out?” 

She gives him a funny look.  “Why would I be left out? Because I’m still a virgin?” 

Kurt waves a hand at her.  “Oh, please, Mercedes, everyone knows virginity is a made up construct to keep a power balance in heterosexual couples.  I mean, where exactly is the line? Once you’ve had an orgasm why does it matter if…” 

Mercedes flips her hand up immediately.  “Okay, stop.  So not where I was going with that.  I am not ashamed of the experience level that I’m at or my personal choices that have gotten me here.”  

“I guess I’m not fully understanding then,” Kurt admits, setting his mug down on the end table.  “If I’m being honest, I thought I’ve held back because I’ve never thought you were really interested in any of that stuff.”  

“Kurt, I don’t mind if you do come talk to me about… anything really,” Mercedes says.  “Do I really need to know that you refuse to ever try flavored condoms again because you hate them all? Not not really…” 

“Oh, they’re so bad,” Kurt cuts her off.  “I’m so glad we don’t have to use them anymore.  But we just had to experiment because Blaine got curious about every single one…” 

“See, this is what I’m talking about.” Mercedes clasps her hands together, and points them at Kurt.  “I am thrilled that you feel open enough to talk to me about all of these things.  And while you are a blatant oversharer when you don’t realize it, I don’t mind, because I am happy that you confide in me these things.  And someday, after I’m ready to settle down and get married - maybe I’ll want to share things with you.  Maybe not as much, I’m definitely not the same kind of person.  But, it’s okay that you rattle off a dozen or so sex stories.”  

“That’s sweet, Mercedes,” Kurt says tilting his head.  “But I guess I’m still a little confused as to your point.” 

Mercedes takes a deep breath.  “Kurt, I love you.  But you can’t go judgy on all of your friends when you are just as bad a culprit sometimes.”  

“I--” Kurt begins to protest, but finds that he can’t.  Because she’s not wrong.  He likes sex.  He loves sex.  It’s an important part of his life.  But, to him, it’s always been a somewhat private aspect of his life.  Something sacred he shares between him and Blaine.  It’s an eye opening thought that he’s expressed it outwardly as much as Mercedes claims.  He leans back in his chair, somewhat speechless.  “I’m sorry, Mercedes, I guess I never realized I did that.” 

Mercedes drinks more from her mug, retaining that smug look. “Oh, you all do it. I’ve grown accustomed to hearing all of it.  It’s like you’re all in some kind of weird competition with each other to outdo each other’s sex stories.”  

Kurt laughs a little as he picks his tea back up.  “I am learning so much today.” He shakes his head as he takes a sip.  “But I guess, I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t consider myself higher than anyone else.” 

She grins at him.  “There ya go.”

“Also, I am sorry if I ever got a little handsy with you any of those times we went out to a club together.” 

“Sweetie, it’s fine,” Mercedes assures him.  “Your hands didn’t go anywhere I didn’t want them to.  Besides, it was kind of hilarious watching Rachel get mad that you weren’t trying to get to second base with her.” 

Kurt buries his head in his free hand.  “Oh my god, I just have to give up drinking.” 

“Well, we know you won’t give up sex…” She gives him a wink.  “But really, it’s fine, just as long as you don’t ever ask me for a threesome.  I love you, Kurt Hummel, but not enough to let you suckle my delecate flower.” 

“She, this is why I have to tell you these stories, Mercedes,” Kurt says, indignantly.  “If Rachel and Jesse are going to traumatize me - you better believe that I’m going to make sure everyone else is going to feel the trauma, too.”  

Mercedes throws her head back in a fit of laughter as Kurt returns to his mug. 

[mariamariquinha]

Poker Games (Mike Duarte x f!reader) - one shot

Part 2 (because I can't control myself)

Summary: The guy was a bitch. 

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: I've never watched a single episode of Law and Order, but let’s pretend I did. A lot of bad words, unprotected p in v sex, smut, kinda of rough sex, alcohol consumption and... Eh. I guess. If there’s anything more, again, pretend you didn’t see.

Author’s Note: First of all, I would like to give a HUGE thanks to my dear (and who are already my friend, sorry) @thoroughlymodernminutia. Meaghan helped me a lot because, as I said, my ackowledgment about this show is zero. She was a sweetheart as always. Check out her gifs, too! ❤️❤️❤️

I also want to say that this will be a one time thing. Sometimes I can’t promise a shit here 😂😂😂 But now I’m kinda serious, as much as I love to write for Maurice, I’m already working with two cops (Carrillo and Benny), so I need to write for my other characters away from the police work. 

If you want to find amazing jobs about this baby here, follow @the-hinky-panda and @bullet-prooflove! They are THE BEST. 

For taglist, I’ll tag @cheesybadgers (because she’s always supporting my ideas here) and @mysoulisasunflower​ (because she’s a sweetie and make amazing gifs too).

That’s it! Woo-hoo!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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You didn't like him right off the bat and you never hid it; just like he didn't disguise that he noticed.

Mike Duarte could have any reputation in the Bronx Gang Unit - everyone with age and experience had one, it wasn’t spectacular and you could easily list other officers with lesser titles than his who were worthy of any pomp or recognition. And in a way, at first, things flowed well. Despite the differences, you had found a certain rhythm that didn't even include a basic exchange as ‘co-workers’.

But you didn't like him. And he knew it.

Not hate, perhaps… it was a subliminal sense that happened when you used to lay eyes on a person and knew there was something. If someone asked you, you wouldn't know how to pinpoint it. Not that someone would. As a lesser-ranked professional, as a lieutenant, you simply withheld comments about your superiors because you knew better than to try your luck. Certain kinds of opinions were better left in your own head.

Things started to escalate little by little - all because of that case. In theory, the functions there were separate. You've always been from different departments, but a common situation ended up connecting the two of you, and since then it worked. Somehow.

Sometimes the two of you discussed more banal things: procedures, bureaucracy, witnesses. As a lieutenant, again, you found your limits fairly easily, and the understanding always earned him grunts or eye rolls on your part. Duarte used to look, wait for a more verbalized reaction, and then return to the subject. His team already knew him like that, sometimes you got sympathetic or condescending looks, and that was it.

Things started to escalate to the other side at the same pace, you would say. A practically premeditated, probably predictable, fight that built up and heated up over the weeks. Ugly, cunning, with certain types of offense that bordered on a lack of respect that never existed in that implied relationship of misunderstandings. He said you didn't understand, you countered by saying he was gaslighting you. It was an exchange of complicated words that resulted in a later intervention by your captain, from your department, who really was your boss.

“If you carry on like this, you'll leave the case, understand?”

It should have been a threat, but it felt more like relief at the time. You scoffed, and in that moment, when you looked at a Duarte standing in front of you with his arms crossed, visibly victorious, you both knew there was more to it than 'professional differences'.

No one brought it up.

Did this go on for days? Weeks? Something like that. You stopped bickering with each other in conventional discussions and everything became so pragmatic, so mechanical, that when the case was resolved, you didn't feel the conventional victory or relief. Everyone went to celebrate in a bar, you attended, but you didn't stay long to raise a flag of peace. You weren’t in the mood.

He didn't seem like the type to need a few drinks to get up his nerve for something, always very assertive and confident in his own words and actions, but Duarte waited until you were alone between one round of drinks and the next, leaning against the bar.

“You don't look very satisfied,” That smug grin was there, accompanied by his eyes checking you out.

“I forgot the fireworks at home, I'm sorry.”

“I'm just saying that the merit of this is also yours. It was collaborative.”

“How many times did you have to repeat this in front of the mirror to sound even remotely convincing?”

“Three,” You rolled your eyes, turning back to the bartender preparing the drinks to give the most explicit sign of not-in-the-mood-for-talking. Duarte didn’t see it that way, though. “Four if you count that I changed the speech last time.”

“Should I be curious to know what the other version was?”

“You are good at what you do.”

That definitely wasn't expected and it wasn't the starting point of a more peaceful relationship either, but it was something. He wasn't the type to lie for benefits, nor be charming for interests - there wasn't a thing you could offer. You looked at him, he looked back at you, and for a brief moment, with the light of the establishment or just the fact that Duarte was keeping his mouth shut, you almost saw him differently.

Still, you shrugged your shoulders and maintained a veneer of disinterest.

“That's how I got to where I am and how I won almost every family poker game on Thanksgiving.”

“Almost.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Why? What could make you lost?”

At the same time, the drinks were placed in front of you and you smirked with as much falsehood as you could display, calmly grabbing the glasses.

“My aunt majored in Mathematics at Harvard.”

“Sounds unfair.”

“That's what happens when you try to face someone with more power than you, Captain Duarte. You lose.”

He didn't even look for you for the little rest of the night and when you left, carrying nothing but your own farewells even though you knew you would bump into that team eventually at the station, looking back was like seeing a puzzled figure.

That was new.

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One day, early in the morning, the two of you arrived together. You both parked, got out of your cars, and you didn't particularly see him until you noticed a hand intervene in your path to open the access door to the station. You looked up and he was smiling discreetly, further intensifying your frown. Duarte nodded inside, the door still opened by his grip.

You didn't thank him. He surely wasn’t expecting this anyway.

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It was another night shift and you were visibly tired but steady. Your part of the precinct wasn't as busy, but still, you considered it possible to enjoy your dinner in the conference room - a Caesar salad, which was hardly suitable for dinner, properly speaking, but you didn't have that in mind.

You managed to enjoy everything in silence and calm. You stretched out a little in the chair, worked on your neck and sciatic nerve, grunted and closed your eyes for a moment to relax.

*knock, knock*

Just two were enough to make you wake up from a good trance and let out a brief 'come in', waiting for what seemed to be trouble coming from somewhere. Well, it wasn't. It looked like one, though.

“Did I interrupt?” Duarte pointed at your finished meal and didn't dare go further into the room than his own head peeking through the half opened door.

Yes.

“How can I help you?”

“It's not a help. I mean, it depends on the point of view.”

You were ready to ask what that was really about, but he didn't give you a chance to answer as he walked right in and closed the door, a deck of cards in his right hand. Huh. Very funny.

“I thought you were busier,” Your voice had a sarcastic tone, almost a joyful one, and he shrugged, putting the cards in front of you.

“That night at the bar sounded like a challenge to me.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Eh. That's the problem with half-telling things to curious people.”

“They show up at your dinner hour and ask you to play poker with them?”

“I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“You can’t see a thing in my eyes, Duarte.”

Of course, the idea, despite being against you, tended to be more favorable on your side than not. Still hesitantly, you pushed the remnants of your dinner aside and grabbed the cards with both hands, shuffling them.

“No chips?”

“We can work this out.”

Seconds later, Duarte returned to be in front of you, pulled up a chair and distributed two handfuls of paper clips on parallel sides. Jeez, you wanted to keep a smile or any indication of excitement from your face, but it was inevitable.

“Gambling in the workplace… I'm glad it’ll be your fault,” You murmured, shuffling the cards a little more.

“It's not gambling if we aren’t playing with money,” He explained. “But we can always adapt to our interests.”

“What makes you think that something of yours interests me?”

“I don't know. What I do know is that I want something.”

He was going to make you ask, of course he was - paying attention, it even sounded like an interrogation where Duarte planted the specific traps. There he appealed to your curiosity again.

Dammit.

“And what do you want?”

“A dinner, perhaps?”

A moment of silence fell between the two of you and you somehow expected him to laugh, say it was a joke, divert the subject to the poker game. You'd honestly prefer him to say whether he was going to play Texas Hold'em, Omaha or Courchevel; it would be easier to say that your skills were very limited and mediocre to just one of them. Of course, this wasn’t the case.

That's why you went back to the cards, saw your fingers stopped and started moving them again.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you want to have dinner with me?”

“I wouldn't appreciate leaving the impression that I’m like your aunt in any way.”

It was the second time that night that Duarte left you motionless, speechless, looking at him and waiting for the laugh, the mask to fall. None of that happened. He continued to stare at the game space for a while and when he saw that you didn't react, he looked up to watch you.

“Texas?”

Right. The game. You blinked a few times, began to deal the cards and digest what he had said. It didn't sound bad, not at all, but you didn't think he'd heard you right or even considered what you'd said that night. It had been over a month. Anyone would forget.

The game started silently, just the sound of cards and clips being passed bit by bit. He won the first game by being distracted, as you just stared at the cards instead of saying anything about it or paying more attention, but there was no overheard celebration on his part. In the second, you were more prepared - more aware.

“That was just a metaphor,” Luckily, it would be a full house. Fortunately. In the meantime, you've seen Duarte shift in his chair, then adjust his bets of ten or fifteen paper clips. “I understand that your position is greater than mine.”

“But the hierarchy bothers you a little. The procedures may not work in your favor when you are one of the younger or less experienced nieces.”

That made you frown. With three cards turned over, you both raised the stakes, but you decided to keep pressing.

“Only when it is misused.”

“Do you think you were wronged?”

“Did someone scold you in any way about our discussion?”

A fourth card was turned over and you looked at each other, either because of the game or because of the tone that the conversation had just started to take. He looked for some physical trick in your expression; when he didn't find it, he gave up the move.

“Full house.”

Your clip bargain certainly felt nice, so you pulled it all in your direction and drummed your fingers on the table as you watched him get the cropper done.

“Don't you think you've come a long way for a simple poker game?”

“I think it's already clear that I didn't come for the game.”

You considered him for a while, watched the dealing of the cards.

“The dinner, then.” A statement, not a question. “Where?”

“Where do you want it to be?”

“Not in your house.”

“Scared of what you may find?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I'm already scared of what I'm going to find before I even accept this invitation.”

He hummed, but didn’t say a thing. Hopefully, Duarte didn't even notice that you would make a Flush. The stakes were raised, he pressed harder until you both reached the fourth card.

“Funny to think you've already made up your mind.”

Well, you… didn’t. Not at the moment. You could say ‘no’ straight away and maybe he was expecting it. Still, you didn’t. And unfortunately you had no answer to that.

“Are you going to try to convince me then?”

“You don’t like me.”

“As a matter of fact.”

“Take it as a chance to confirm that I'm the asshole you think I am.”

Was that what dinners were for? To prove the point that a person was a complete idiot and spend hours dealing with it just for confirmation?

“All.” With determination, you've put all your clips into the bet. He analyzed the scene, ran his tongue over his teeth and arched an eyebrow, the smirk playing on his lips.

“All.”

Your Flush was like a sure win and you pulled it all your way with the biggest smile in the world. Duarte watched, between an abyss of curiosity and amusement, leaning back in his chair as he watched you adjust his mound and clean everything he had.

“Tomorrow at eight,” He leaned over the table, this time not distracted by any game.

“You still haven't told me where,” You, nonchalantly, kept your eyes on the cards. “And you need to win to get it, remember?”

“If I actually win, you won't accept my terms, Lieutenant,” His tone was challenging with a touch of smugness. That made you narrow your eyes at him, then shrug.

“You know that this still doesn't answer my question, don't you?”

“About me remembering the conditions of this game or why I invited you to dinner?” Duarte asked with more interest. “Yes, I remember what I said. I also remember that you didn't even hesitate to continue the game and preferred to ask my reason instead of going straight to the point, which would be your true reaction if you weren't interested, but we both already know that.”  

Again, he was met with silence.

“And as much as you have your opinions, I liked you. More than you can imagine.”

“I wouldn't have imagined.”

“That's why I took the step to tell you that I did it for both of us,” He certainly felt extremely happy of having caught you in his own sense of pride or self honor, because Duarte saw the way your lips twitched, knowing full well he got you right there. “I'm interested in continuing. Best of three?”

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He was right: you could say no. You could stop that game, not giving him the chance to win - to make his suggestion, at first.

Curiosity could be the most viable justification for this. You barely knew each other outside of work and he certainly wasn't on your list of friends, or even colleagues. In some context, between work gossip and extra alcohol at office parties, one would say he was attractive; in those conversations, you always kept quiet. Not that he wasn't handsome (he was), or that you hadn't already noticed that from the first moment (you did), but the circumstances meant that 'attractive' wasn't the first adjective that came into your head to describe him.

When you thought about dinner, you also thought about what to wear. Technically it would be something right after hours and because of the place, which was far from the police station, you wouldn't have much time for big productions, because your expectations weren't the greatest either.

You wore jeans, shirt, jacket, closed shoes. A purely professional meeting. And he thought the same thing, because when you arrived and saw him sitting at a table, casually looking at his cell phone, there was nothing new about his look.

“Ten minutes late,” He teased, watching you sit down.

“I got home to take a shower.”

“You took a shower?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Impressive.”

“I wouldn’t come here smelling like… day.”

“With all due respect, but you smell good during the day.”

That, maybe that was it. Duarte had mannerisms that were natural and intrinsic to himself, such as having the last word, pushing your buttons, and sometimes using phrases with flirty undertones. This bothered you a little because you felt inclined to give in at certain times, like when the comment was accompanied by a smirk - just the way he did in that moment.

It could be just his thing, that kind of behavior being bothersome. You didn't like to think about the possibility that, deep down, a part of you found it charming. When he wasn't using it to provoke you, of course. Didn't seem like the case at the time.

“... Thanks.”

He didn't answer, taking one last look at his phone before putting it in his pocket.

“What do you drink?” That's what Duarte asked instead.

“If I say blood from virgin girls, would you believe it?” You arched an eyebrow, seeing the way his lips curled into a small smile.

“Of course I would.”

And you got a surprise: that was a very pleasant evening. Neither Duarte nor you pressed that kind of small talk about personal life or professional past - if it was, it was very discreet, subjective, nothing you wanted to talk about too much.

He inquired about working as a lieutenant in that department, shared personal experiences from his time in the same position, but didn’t gaslighted you and offered no great advice as an older, more experienced sage. You asked about the real work in the Gang Unit, saw that he saved himself for more superficial things, and recognizing your place, you didn’t press.

No one expected an acidic comment or the moment when one of you would start a discussion if you were interested. There was a certain tune. The white flag of peace you haven't had since you met. Without effort, you'd say you could make the adjective beauty climb a little in your concept.

“I think that was better than if it was at my house,” He commented, the wind making you adjust your jacket but not repressing your scoff. You two were walking on the sidewalk, the offering of an extended conversation to a nearby park tempting enough.

“You would have to cook, so… If you say so.”

“The last time I used my kitchen for real cooking, you were probably still getting traffic tickets.”

“It's a bad way of saying that you're old.”

“And a shitty cook too.”

You both laughed, let the subject drop, and walked on for a little while longer in silence. That seemed like the right time to bring the other subject up, the reason you decided to be there in the first place.

“Listen, I… I should apologize.”

Duarte noticed the way you tipped your head to the side, trying way too hard to look at him in the eye. When you did, he was already there, stopping his steps, so you repeated the motion and sighed before keep going.

“Value judgments are not my thing, or at least they shouldn't be. I was unfair for being so direct in my opinions of you,” He just kept listening, almost lagging to give you an answer after your mouth shut.

“You had your reasons, I'm not an easy guy to deal with. Besides, what I imagine you thought of me wasn't the worst thing anyone's ever said. Just don't let your guard down now, I can still be obnoxious.”

If there was supposed to be a touch of humor in his voice, you missed it, as if the guy truly meant what he said.

“But we could go easy on each other,” The comment came right after. “You have natural leadership, this can take us to an unnecessary confrontation.”

He had his points, but you didn’t verbalize your agreement. Duarte huffed, raised both of his eyebrows and sent you a serious gaze.

“Starting with the fact you should use your words.”

“Not so fast, Captain,” You kept your feet. “I can still be obnoxious.”

“I have no doubts about that,” Was what you heard behind you as you continued walking.

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No one commented on the change in behavior between you on a day-to-day basis. Of course, it would take another joint affair to test this new phase of amenities, but it was undeniable that you two started to get along better. Sometimes he would stop by their table, say hello; on busier days, he waved. In spare days, or rather in the evenings, he would gesture with a deck of cards and you would play poker.

The bets went from paper clips to staples to real chips you found around your house. The relationship went from mutual differences to reconcilable ones. Duarte went from being an 'annoying' guy to having nicer smiles, more interesting conversations and better jokes.

At that point, between small snippets of natural provocation, the attraction began to be more latent.

You didn't like this idea. And he knew it.

This type of situation was not uncommon and usually ended well, precisely because it was naturalized. You yourself have gone through the experience, acquaintances have, but you’ve always considered yourself a person of limits and Duarte just seemed to be outside of them. Like crossing a line. He had a bigger position, people could comment - if they weren't already commenting.

But then sometimes he would look at you, measure you, make another one of those flirty phrases and do things to maintain discreet physical contact. A touch on your arm, fingers brushing as they handed over your poker bets, leg poking yours under the table. You began to think of him with a little more affection and a dedication to your carnal reactions to closeness.

Ridiculous, you knew. The guy charmed you to another one of his traps.

On Thanksgiving that year, you didn't get to go home with your family - nor with your professional poker aunt. The promise to stop by after hours was so shallow that no one really heard it, the kind that if you went straight home no one would care a lot. The situation was already conventional, missing the holidays, so it didn’t give rise to further discussions; still, you felt bad.

“What are you doing here?”

You were looking at the computer screen with the report of the last case you’re working on that month and when you looked up, you saw Duarte standing in front of your desk with a cup of coffee in his hand, unpretentiously taking time. Instead of answering, you took your badge from your belt and showed him.

“Bad day,” He concluded, but even if you wanted to stay alone, Duarte pulled a chair from another vacant table and sat down there, determined to keep up the conversation. “What is it?”

“Doesn't it seem obvious?”

“You never sold yourself as a Thanksgiving enthusiast.”

“I’m not,” You sighed. “But it would be good to, you know, take a break. Eat good food. Not having to cook for the next few days because there’s a bunch of leftovers in your fridge.”

“It makes sense. This is a good time for those looking for virgin girls for big meals.”

Again, you didn’t answer, but shot him a middle finger before going back to your computer screen. He held that silence for a while, settling himself better in his chair and sipping his coffee in no hurry. If at a certain point he touched your knee with his and pressed a little, maybe to get your attention, you pretended you didn't feel it and held your eyes on the damn report. For as long as you could, of course.

“When are you leaving today?” Another question.

“Why? Planning to participate in my hunt for the girls?”

“Nah, I’m more like the Hansel and Gretel thing.”

“How would you feed a child to make him fat if you don't know how to cook?” A small smile played on your lips and when you dared a glance at his direction, Duarte was narrowing his eyes. “And I don’t know. Probably very late.”

“How late?”

“Does it matter?”

“We could do something.”

Your fingers landed on the keyboard and, taken aback by his words, you just stood there waiting for an elaboration. He adjusted himself again, this time looking more secretive about what he was going to say.

“Have fun.”

“This is very subjective,” That defensive tone came into view and he smiled.

“Just if you think it’s subjective.”

“Right.”

“But…”

Listen, you took pride in having certain life experiences, on and off the job. Once you answered a case of a boy who called the police because his roommate took a collectible anime magazine with Chun Li in positions… minimally gynecological. This matter lasted for weeks at the station. In personal life, it wasn’t much different. When you were still using dating apps, you got on a date with a guy who took his mother along. It happened.

However, you've never seen anyone be so succinct and blunt about their intentions with someone like him. Duarte was always very sincere in terms of his opinions and wishes, the type that went after what he wanted, and you were a little perplexed because you didn't know if that was just a friendly casualty or an invitation to sex. He could be like that. Surely you weren't the first person he got involved with there - if that was the real implication.

“You know that I still don’t like you, right?”

“I wouldn’t expect less,” Mike interjected with a head tilt. “Still, I’m having considerable success, don’t I? Making you like me a little more?”

He knew the answer. He… fucking knew, but that thing of ‘verbalize’ and shit always made him who he was. Insufferable. Annoying. Hot. Fuck.

“Nope. You’re still a bitch,” You insisted with a stubbornness that made him drop his head and sigh. “No need to fake this bothers you, Duarte.”

“Quite the opposite. And I can assure you I’m not faking it.”

Duarte didn't look away, didn't hesitate, certainly didn't even blink as he said each of those words in a volume for only you to hear. And he wasn't looking at anything but your eyes. Fixed. Direct. Diligent. This is what I want, he exuded. You didn't understand why he liked to value words so much when he demonstrated so much physically.

“... Fun, you said?” Man, you knew you were getting into dangerous territory, but you couldn't help the smirk, the teasing. “Will I need to bring my poker chips?”

“We can make it better.”

You didn't like him. And he decided that, at that point, it was pure bullshit.

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In a way, you didn't know what to expect from his apartment. It's like that reaction you just have about people around you, natural assumptions your brain makes: what their favorite food is, what they do in their free time, why they dress a certain way. Still, after giving a lot of thought to knocking twice on his door and standing in the middle of Captain Mike Duarte's considerably large room, you didn't expect everything to be so… organized.

Maybe the idea of ​​him just relaxing didn't cross your mind or just wasn’t something that made sense, but your prospects suggested that for a place he would certainly barely stay for very long, everything would just be messed up. There was a nice rug between the sofa and the television, the industrial style of the room kept the tones neutral but wasn't unpleasant at all. You would definitely see a place like this on one of those real estate reality shows.

The American kitchen was technically small, with a black marble counter dividing it from where you were, and that gave Duarte full view to see your surprised expression.

“It’s not that bad, is it?”

“Not what I was expecting, you mean,” He laughed at that, walking towards you with two bottles of beer in his hands.

“Value judgment, mm? I thought we were over it.”

“You're the one who said I shouldn't get my hopes up,” Your words almost didn't come out when you turned fully towards him, mainly because Duarte was closer - too close.

“What I said was that you shouldn't let your guard down.”

“Oh, so you remember things when it’s good for you, huh?”

“Of course I do. Only someone really stupid wouldn't do that.”

“Coming from you, that’s another thing that surprises me too.”

Taking one of the bottles from his hand, you continued your way through the place, calmly looking around and stopping at the window, which didn't have a very pleasant view but good enough. By reflection, you saw him approaching again. Respectfully, he kept enough distance that you could feel the heat emanating from his body behind yours. It made you take a good swig of beer; suddenly you started to get hot.

“You didn't bring the chips,” He commented.

“No. We could make it better, yeah?” You couldn’t help it again, this time turning to look him in the face with intention. “By the way, you should be more careful, Duarte. I always catch you in your own arguments.”

“It’s because you distract me.”

“So focus. Unless you’re bluffing about making things better.”

One step. He invaded your space and hovered over you, his chest almost touching yours as his eyes studied your face, but not like the conventional everyday times. Duarte had more intentions there - more interest, more opportunity. Your eyelids grew heavy, wobbly, ready to slam shut at any moment because you weren't going to be the one to initiate.

Duarte noticed that; he smirked at that.

“I said I liked you, but I think I adore you now. Quiet, concentrating and trying hard not to give in because you’re too proud to accept the fact that you thought about it too,” His hushed voice made you shiver.

“About what?”

“Us,” You didn't see, but you heard him put his almost untouchable bottle on a table by your side, just as you felt his fingers taking yours and doing the same thing. A sarcastic comment almost came out of your mouth, which didn't happen because Duarte prevented that too with a hand cupping your chin.

“Bold,” Was all you could manage to say in a broken tone.

“You're not really going to give in, are you?”

He didn't let you answer as he shook his head negatively for a moment before pressing his lips against yours. Duarte wasn’t frigid, much less discreet about his intentions. Your mouth opened at the contact almost as if it had melted and he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, which besides being good, made you grip the fabric of his henley tightly. That first contact was intense, like one of the arguments you guys had, like the occasional exchange of barbs that resulted in you huffing or raving about something. What was different there is that there was no disagreement: Mike was already taking your shirt off the bottom of your pants and you were already doing the same with him, whimpering when his skin touched yours.

The tightness in your jaw wasn't lost amid tongues tangling and clothes being discarded, and he used it to pull his face away enough to glare at you. The two of you had a look of pure fire, grabbing what you could while metaphorically fighting for dominance that, while unnecessary, made everything more interesting.

“If I put my hand inside your panties, I'll find you wet, won't I? Wet for me?” Duarte practically growled, watching how your lips turned into a smirk.

“Just like your hard dick in your pants?” You bit back. “That’s the difference between us, Captain, you can’t even hide how I make you feel.”

He maneuvered you with exceptional skill and you had to suppress a loud moan as you were taken to lie down on a sofa that was too small for the two of you, but enough for what you were about to do. Your pants were ripped off quickly and through his tousled strands of hair, you could see an animalistic need that made you even more aroused because heavens if that wasn't one of the sexiest sights you'd ever seen.

That haste only allowed him to remove one of your legs. Luckily, he didn't zip up his own dick as he pulled down his pants and underwear all at once, revealing his throbbing member.

“I’ll fuck you now, but be sure that this cock will be stuffed in your mouth soon, Lieutenant,” Duarte pumped himself twice, using a not-so-gentle grip to open your legs more.

All uncomfortable and improvised, like you haven't been dancing around each other for months. One of your legs was out of the upholstery, as was his, but that didn't stop it from penetrating your wet pussy in the right way, making you close your eyes for the wonderful sensation of that first intrusion. You moaned in unison with that. He still waited a while for you to get used to it, took his time to reach one arm over to the curtain and pull it closed.

That was the only moment of possible sanity between you, the only time he really looked at you, without provocation or desire to tease you.

“Don’t you dare,” You said.

“Not a word. For now.”

“Don't threaten me with a good time, Duarte.”

“I knew you liked it,” He leaned in to brush his lips to yours, gave a tug in your bottom one. “Nasty girl.”

If that couch was old, new, it didn't make much difference. The thing moved with every grinding of his hips, moving and creaking with the force of his thrusts. You grabbed him everywhere: his shoulders, his back, his hair, even the unfortunate couch. His pants were still halfway down his thighs and your bra was barely holding your breasts, which went from top to bottom with the firmness of his movements.

When your pussy began to tighten and orgasm seemed close, he cupped your chin again, this time pulling your face down so he could see you.

“Eyes open.”

And that's what happened, perhaps for the first time - your guard dropped. You came with a defeated, indiscreet groan; he came a little later, pulling out to spill his cum on your bare belly. The two of you looked at the scene, tried to control your panting breaths and then faced each other, just to burst into loud laughs.

“Poker, yeah?” He spoke first, pulling his underwear up and picking up his shirt off the floor to clean you up.

“Food first. Then poker. It’s Thanksgiving, after all,” You sat up. “I’ll choose the place too.”

“The place for what?”

“Take out.”

“Listen, when I said I couldn’t cook-”

“Nn-nn, Duarte. Virgin girls, remember? No children.”

“You have no timing for these types of jokes.”

“And this couch is terrible.”