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httpknjoon · 1 year ago

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a summer fashion choice | jjk

plot | This summer heat got you and your friends to enjoy your day at Blaire's beach house in the ocean. While everyone suits in their swimwear, your friends wonder why Jungkook your secret boyfriend is wearing a high-neck shirt.

words | 2.7k+

genres | fluff, crack, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | they are just getting sloppier and sloppier atp 🥴 anyway, enjoy reading!! let me know ur thoughts 🫶

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“Look at him, all focused on his laptop and work.”

Jenny rested her elbows on the white sand while turning her head to the beach house. Specifically on its porch, where your secret boyfriend types eagerly on his keyboard while answering a call through his Airpod. His eyes were focused on his screen and you swore you could see the gears in his head turning at a rapid pace. You thought he could enjoy this weekend but he got a call after you had breakfast with everyone this morning. You sighed, shaking your head.

“I heard he is working for a possible promotion.”

“Yeah, but we are on vacation right now,” Dara replied while putting on some sunscreen on her arms.

Your two friends shifted their conversation to other things. But your gaze remained on Jungkook. You watch Blaire approach him after his call, softly patting his back. She points out to the ocean while talking to him. Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. Blaire walked away, also shaking her head with a smile. Even though she wore dark aviator sunglasses that matched her lace cover-up, you felt like she was looking at you. You confirmed it when she sat beside you.

“That guy cannot stop working after we had breakfast. Next time that I’m bringing you all here at the beach house, I am confiscating your gadgets,” she spoke out.

“Geez! Mom, relax.” Jenny exhaled exaggeratedly like a teenager, making you and Dara giggle. “You should check on your other kid though.”

She pulled down her sunglasses and pointed her finger to the other side of the beach. Wooshik, whose body is buried underneath a large amount of sand, has been shooing Bam away, who is licking his face.

“Who the hell spread peanut butter on his face?!” Blaire laughed.

Dara raised her hand, “It was my idea. But we all smeared it on his face.”

You nodded, remembering that you were also the one who called Bam to first smell your friend’s face. The sand was too heavy on his body that Wooshik could not even raise his hand to push Bam away. By the time he was able to get off the sand, his face was already shiny clean with your dog’s drool.

“Hey!”

You all stood up to run when Wooshik threw sand directed at your area. Bam ran behind you and your friends, laughing and playing on the seashore. You don’t know who ran towards the ocean first but you, Blaire, Dara, and Jenny worked all together to splash water against Wooshik. It did not last long as your arms got tired and you asked for a truce.

“Oh, no. Bam, baby, stay there!”

You quickly ran from the salt water when you noticed your dog running in your direction. Thankfully, you met him halfway, just when he was about to take a step into the waters. That was when you decided to sit with him on the sand. You two watched your friends playing in the water. You were smiling until you remembered your boyfriend who was wasting this day with his laptop. That’s when you pick up your sheer white wrap skirt and tie it around your hips. You also attached Bam’s leash to him again, just to make sure he won’t run away from you.

“Let’s go, Bam.”

Barefoot, you strolled on the warm sand on your way. Even though it was close to the afternoon, you still find the heat endurable to enjoy the beach.

“Hey…” you softly smiled at him.

“Hey.” he was typing on his laptop when he responded.

You pulled one of the vacant seats around the small table and sat on it. You noticed a little thick compilation of papers on the table. You wondered if he planned to do his job here today since he had all of these back in his car.

“Babe…” you called him with a careful tone.

He threw a short glance at you before reading something on the paper, “Yes, princess?”

“You know that today is Saturday, right?” you told him while Bam sniffed your resting hand.

“Yes. But I forgot that I was supposed to do this last night and I didn’t because we drove here.” he reasoned. “And I need to pass this–”

“When is the deadline?” you cut him off, knowing that he is just doing this all for a reason.

“It’s…” he paused, looking back at you while biting his inner cheek. He knows that you know why he was doing this. So, he cannot tell lies even if he wants to. “It’s two weeks from now.”

You leaned back in the chair while crossing your arms, “You know what I am going to say, right?”

He nods his head, “But they will announce the promotion soon and if I pass this report earlier than others, I might–”

“You might end up really tired and overworked.” you cut him off again. This time, sounding more serious. “You have a deadline for a reason. Plus, we came here to enjoy this weekend. You still have time to do that when we get back to the city.”

“But I want to pass this report as soon as possible.” he firmly said, undeterred.

“Okay, whatever you say.” You gave up, getting up.

The moment you said that Jungkook instantly felt the shift in the air. Your back is already turned to him as you walk back to the house. His chest tightened and it’s like something is stuck in his throat. Before he can even call your name again to talk, Bam barked next to him. As if he knows his dad did something wrong.

Might as well go read a book or watch something, you thought.

Admittedly, you were annoyed that Jungkook is firm about doing that report here, especially when he said that it’s still due in the next week. Usually, you understand him being this workaholic since he has been aiming for that promotion. But it’s not like you will get to go here again next weekend.

You searched around the room for that book you brought with you. Under the bed, under the sheets, and even your luggage. Surely, you brought it with you. You remembered reading it before Jungkook sneaked into your room last night. While looking on the bed again, you heard a couple of knocks on your door.

Busy, you only said, “It’s unlocked.”

That’s when Jungkook steps into your room. He noticed your scrunched eyebrows when you looked at him after looking under a pillow. His heartbeats fastened as he slowly closed the door behind him. You were busy searching for something and he was about to ask but then your expression changed after looking under the other pillow. Finally, you looked at him, holding the book to your chest.

“Where’s Bam?”

“I left him with Blaire. She took him with her on the sand.” Jungkook took a step closer.

You acted naive, walking to the other side of the room where your luggage was left open. You began cleaning up the mess you made while looking for the book.

“Are you done with your report?” you asked without even looking at him.

“No.”

You didn’t say anything and neither did he. So after zipping up your stuff, you have already decided to leave and read outside. But you wanted to freshen up first. You looked at yourself in front of the mirror, ignoring your boyfriend who sat quietly on the bed but obviously watching you. You meet his eyes through the mirror.

“Then, what are you still doing here, Jungkook?”

No babe? Or even Kook? Jungkook frowned, getting up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Princess…” his tone was pleading. “I’m sorry.”

With how close his warm breath on your ear, it sends shivers all over your body. You wonder how did the temperature get high gradually, almost matching the heat outside. You tried to keep your composure, not breaking any expression on your face while you asked him again.

“For what?”

Gently, Jungkook turns you around to directly face him. His hands were still on your waist and the space between you two was almost nonexistent. You looked straight into his eyes while clenching your jaw.

“I’m sorry that I’m working during the weekends and I pissed you off when you just want me to enjoy this day,” he said, almost a whisper.

At that point, you already lost yourself. Your gaze went from his eyes down to his lips when he began speaking. After you realized what were you doing, you looked at him.

“I’ll accept that apology if you tell me you won’t be doing any work for the rest of our time here.”

He raised his left hand and stood like a true follower, “I promise that I will not do any reports while we’re here.”

Jungkook waited for you to say something but you simply ran your hands through his hair. You softly massage his scalp with your fingertips just like what you usually do when you know he’s tired or when you two shower together. You figured he was enjoying your thing when his eyes closed as his hold on your waist tightened. Your eyebrow raised before tugging on his hair, causing Jungkook to groan.

“Just… enjoy,” you mumbled.

Jungkook nods, slowly opening his eyes, and the first thing he sees is that little smirk on your lips. He smiled while wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You were the first one to lean in and make your lips meet. But as you were about to pull away, Jungkook held you firmer, deepening the kiss. You once again tugged on his hair. He responded with a soft moan. The kiss became more passionate. You two moved in sync, moving closer to the bed, without breaking the kiss. You straddle him. The next thing you know, your lips were tracing kisses on his jawline down to his neck. Lost in the moment, Jungkook tilts his head back. You move your hips slightly, earning another groan from him.

“Everyone’s outside?” you asked in between kisses.

“Mhm…” he hummed “Princess…”

You mindlessly began sucking the skin just below his jawline. He gasped, his hand squeezing your thigh gently. You did it a couple of times more before you pulled away and were about to reach and untie your top from the back when you noticed the dark bruise forming on his neck.

“Oh, shit,” you murmured.

Jungkook opened his eyes, “Why?”

You look at him with a look of guilt on your face. You were trying not to smile, pursing your lips. He tried to stop you from getting up from him but you pulled him to the mirror.

“What– Fuck.” Jungkook cursed while tracing the hickeys you left on his neck. “That’s a lot, Princess.”

You were trying so hard not to laugh, “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook was about to speak when you heard knocks on your door. Your eyes widened.

“Come out, lovebirds. We’re having barbecues outside for lunch.” Blaire spoke.

You and your boyfriend looked at each other, silently asking each other what to do with the obvious bruises on his neck.

“Tell me, why the fuck is your boyfriend wearing a turtleneck in this burning weather?”

After having lunch, you and your friends went back to the beach to play volleyball. You take turns cooking the remaining barbecues and playing. You and Blaire were sitting on the side when she asked you that question. Her tone was not even asking, just genuinely curious and you understand. Because it is really weird why someone would wear a turtleneck shirt on the beach. Worse, it’s not even the swimwear type. It’s cotton material.

Unfortunately, that’s the only remedy you and Jungkook can think of earlier. You cannot really think of any answer so you were relieved when Dara sat next to you guys. You tapped Blaire, asking her to keep her lips sealed.

“I hate playing with those competitive players,” Dara said, referring to Jenny, Wooshik, and Jungkook.

You and Blaire laughed, offering her a drink instead. Jenny was playing alone against the two guys. Her competitive nature naturally takes on every time the ball is served to her side. You and the others just cheered for her on the side, chanting her name. You all cheered louder when Jenny got another win.

“See? I told you, you can’t move properly with that shirt.” Wooshik grunted at his best friend.

Jungkook fought back, “I am literally the MVP of this team. Four out of five points came from me.”

You laughed at their immatureness whenever they were together. Jenny asked for time out and you gave her a glass of iced tea. The guys followed, getting their barbecue and drink.

“Why are you even wearing that? We’re on a beach.” Dara asked.

Jungkook took a glance at you before replying, “I… I got bad insect bites.”

Wooshik, who quietly caught that, asked, “Where? On your neck?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Oh, I brought a cream for that!” Dara began searching through her beach bag. “Here!”

Jungkook awkwardly accepted the small tube Dara handed him, “Thanks.”

“You should put it now. It relieves the bite almost instantly,” she added.

“Oh, okay. I’ll put it later when I’m back in my room.” he reasoned.

“Why not now?” Wooshik squinted his eyes.

It didn’t help that your other friends also encouraged him to put it now. You remained quiet, gulping your drink until there was nothing left.. Jungkook can tell that you ran out of ideas too.

“Well, okay…” he sighed. Fuck it.

He removed his shirt and his friends almost had the same reaction as soon as he got his shirt over his head.

“Oh… Oh.”

Dara has her eyes wide open, staring at the insect bites. Her lips were formed into a small o. Jenny was confused, lines forming between her brows as she scanned his neck. Wooshik choked on something and was coughing for a good ten seconds. Blaire was covering her lips, obviously hiding a smile on her face. And the insect herself, you, looked away when you met his eyes.

“What?” Jungkook broke the silence. “It’s bad, I know.”

Jenny cleared her throat, “What… what insect bit you again?”

“I-I don’t know. I just saw them after I finished doing my workloads earlier.” he lied.

“I’m sorry but why does it look like hickeys?” Dara giggled.

“Dara!” Blaire scolded her.

Then, Wooshik joined, asking, “But is it though?”

“It’s not!” Jungkook exclaimed. “I-It’s actually kinda itchy.”

“It looks bad…” you awkwardly commented, just to break off your personal silence.

You feel bad seeing him cornered like this but embarrassed at the same time with your artwork on his neck. Jungkook turned his head to you with his eyes narrowing.

“I know, YN. That’s what I said.”

His tone seems a little annoyed and you totally understand why. Although this isn’t the first time you gave him love bites, you managed to hide it before.

“Then, you should totally put that cream Dara gave you.” you remind him about the said cream in his hand.

“After you put that, let’s go back to playing,” Wooshik told everyone. He then turned to his best friend, “And you keep your shirt off. The hickeys– I mean, those bites are gonna be fine.”

The sun was already setting when your friends decided to go back to the house. You decided to stay for a little longer on the shore to take pictures of Bam. Jungkook got back the house too to get his camera.

“Bam, look at here!” you tried to get Bam’s attention.

You were so focused on taking pictures that you didn’t notice Wooshik returning to look for his slippers.

“Do you want me to take pictures of you and Bam?” he asked.

You turned around, “Oh, it’s fine. Just Bam.”

He nods before turning his back, “Okay, Princess.”

You paused, confused, “What did you call me?”

“Princess?” Wooshik faced you and the first thing you noticed was that stupid smile on his face. “Oh, I thought you like being called that.”

Speechless, you just shook your head. Wooshik chuckled at your answer. A mix of confusion and surprise was painted all over your face.

“Okay, don’t stay out here for too long. You might get insect bites. Just like Jungkook.” he reminded you before running back to the house.

You rolled your eyes, whispering, “He knows.”

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 1 year ago

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Tipsy and Turned On

Gibbs X Reader One-Shot

Prompt: You attend an NCIS Ceremony and get a little too tipsy around your boss.

Part 2

Mentions: Drinking

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You smoothed your tight dress over for the hundredth time in the last 20 minutes as Bishop ran around the little hotel room you two shared, looking for her earrings.

“They were literally on the sink just a second ago,” she cried out, exasperated. You looked at your watch, noting that you only had about 40 minutes before the ceremony started.

“Check by the mini fridge. Maybe you set them down them when you stuffed your face with the bag of peanut m+m’s.”

You checked your makeup in the bathroom mirror and put a thin coat of lipstick on before you heard Bishop’s triumphant squawk.

“Got em!”

Walking out, you saw her putting the earrings in while munching on something which you assumed was the m+m’s she was finishing. A loud obnoxious knock sounded at the door before it opened a second afterwards and Tony walked in.

“What the hell DiNozzo? You don’t just walk into our room like that. We could’ve been naked!”

“Darn, should have knocked 30 minutes ago,” he teased, making you roll your eyes.

“Are you guys ready? The ceremony starts in like a half an hour,” you heard McGee’s voice announce from the hallway. At least he had the decency to stay outside.

“Oh relax McFidget. It’s literally 3 floors beneath us. We’ve got plenty of time to grab a drink and meet some newly promoted probies.”

You spritzed a little perfume, grabbed your clutch, and walked out of the room, making sure to smack Tony on the way out. Abby and Palmer were already down in the lobby when you guys stepped off the elevator.

“Oh my gosh, your dresses are so beautiful!” she gushed while running over in her Doc Martens.

You returned Abby’s excited hug and smiled anxiously, which she caught onto.

“Nervous?”

“Yeah. The entirety of NCIS is here. Including SecNav.”

“Well let’s get you a drink then. Soften those nerves.”

The boys went to find your assigned table while you Abby and Bishop went over to the bar, each ordering a cocktail. After a couple long sips, you took a breath and tried relaxing. Crowds were never a problem for you as long as they didn’t include a bunch of higher ranking officials and their bosses walking around. You scanned the massive dining hall and spotted Vance conversing with some other man in a suit you assumed was important but wasn’t expecting to see the third individual in the conversation as well.

“Since when did Gibbs come to NCIS ceremonies?” you asked, as Abby and Bishop turned to look.

“Oh, I heard Vance is forcing him to be here since we’re suppose to be receiving an award,” Bishop explained.

So that’s why he looking exceptionally handsome in his full black and navy suit. He even wore a tie. The man definitely cleaned up well and you actually had a hard time taking your eyes off of him.

Ever since you started working with the team, you had been…intrigued by Gibbs but it never got past the point of checking him out a few times or shooting some harmless cheesy flirts that everyone would just roll their eyes at. He never gave any indication of being intrigued as well, let alone attracted to you in the time that you’ve known him.

“Alright. One shot and let’s go join the others,” you heard Abby say.

You turned to her and saw her sliding over two shot glasses for you and Bishop. Now that Bishop just told you that you were going to have to get up on stage, you needed a shot more than ever.

“Abby, you’re a mind reader.”

She just winked and clinked your glass before throwing the shot back. You and Bishop followed suit, both grimacing from the liquid flames pouring down your throats and followed her towards your reserved table.

“Looks like you 3 found the bar just fine,” Tony pointed out as you took a seat.

“Don’t you have some naive agent to be bugging?” you retorted. He smiled and gave a nod to some young woman across the way, proving your point.

“Actually, she’s a file clerk and I’ll be right back.”

He left the table in the direction of the blonde haired woman as you all shook our heads and laughed. A few minutes later you saw Gibbs walk over.

“Didn’t think you were coming Gibbs. You don’t usually like these types of events,” McGee pointed out as he took Tony’s spot beside you. Instinctively, you took a long sip of your drink.

“Vance wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

As if on cue, the lights dimmed and the SecNav walked onto the little stage area holding a microphone.

“Thank you all for attending our little get together. We have a few announcements and presentations so let’s get started. Firstly, let’s honor those that we’ve lost in our battle for justice. Agent Simmons….

We all listened quietly, occasionally nodding or clapping for different reasons but the thought of having to get up on stage soon was driving you crazy. You hadn’t even known your leg was shaking under the table until I you felt a warm hand still your movements. Looking over, Gibbs gave you a small reassuring nod calming and exciting you at the same time.

His hand had left but the warmth was still there, leaving your skin with goosebumps.

“So these awards go to Special Agent Gibbs and his dedicated team, if they could make their way over,” Vance’s voice spoke too quickly. Part of you just moved in autopilot, getting up and following behind Gibbs with the rest of the team following behind in a line. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, judging you.

Luckily, the little bit of alcohol you had was kicking in, dulling the sense of anxiety but you knew you looked at your hands, they’d be shaking.

On stage, Vance adorned your necks with medals and shook everyone’s hands before dismissing you. It was simple and quick and you would’ve ran off the stage at top speed had you remembered how to act at such formal events.

>>>>

The hardest part was over and now was time to relax, as you sat on the floor of your hotel room, doing your 3rd shot with Bishop and Abby.

McGee had left early with Delilah and who knows what pants DiNozzo got himself in but you, Abby and Bishop were having the time of your lives.

“You should try it, you never know, you might enjoy it,” Abby suggested from the couch.

“I’m not sleeping in a coffin Abbs! I’m already claustrophobic!”

“You know what you should do. Pretend to get lost in the hotel and end up at Gibbs’s door.”

Both Abby’s and my mouth dropped open at Bishop’s comment and she laughed. She was the only one I told about my slight attraction to our boss and now Abby knew too.

“Bishop, I can’t believe you said that! I thought we had a secret together!”

“Oh don’t worry Y/N. I knew something was going with you and Gibbs wayy before Bishop told me anything.”

“What?! There’s nothing going on! And Bishop shouldn’t have said shit.”

They both laughed at the horror in your face and you prepared yourself another shot.

“You should do it though. I overheard heard him talking with Ducky about you. He didn’t say it exactly but he thinks you’re interesting. And for Gibbs to say that, that isn’t normal.”

“But I don’t even know what room is his.”

“202. Right down the hall,” Abby stated, already ready for your excuse.

“No one is saying go in there and force him to have sex with you. Just go and see what he does. If he escorts you back to your room, maybe he’s not interested. But if he invites you in..”

“What about Rule 13?”

“You know how many times we’ve broken that rule? It’s almost funny that we still have it. Come on, hurry before your buzz goes away and you chicken out.”

The both of them practically pulled you up and dragged you over to the door.

“Here are your shoes,” Bishop said, putting my heels in my hand and pushing me out.

“Wait, you guys can’t just kick me out of my own hotel room-

Your statement was cut short as they shut the door in your face, both could be heard giggling on the other side. Looking down at the heels in your hand, you decided against putting them on for fear you would faceplant if you tried walking in them and slowly made your way down the hall.

198, 200, 201..

You stood in front of 202, seriously wondering why you befriended those two. Well, it was now or never you thought as you knocked softly 3 times. A few seconds went by, you swaying slightly as the tequila did its job before the door opened up.

You were genuinely surprised at seeing Gibbs answer the door in nothing but a white tee and boxer briefs, you almost forgot the line you had planned.

“Oh. Is this not my room? I could’ve swore it was..” you probably slurred at him.

“Do you normally knock on your own door Agent L/N?”

Shit. He knew. Maybe. Maybe not.

“Do you know what time it is Y/N?”

You made a move as if to look at your watch, which you didn’t have and heard him sigh.

“It’s 2 in the morning. Have you been at the bar all night?”

Holy shit, it was that late? You were for sure going to have the worst headache the next morning.

“Yes.” Your answer was short, but your tone was almost a question. You don’t know what you were saying anymore, you honestly forgot what he asked you.

“Can I come in?” You blurted, hoping he wouldn’t turn you down. He rubbed his face in exasperation and opened the door wider for you to step in. Holy shit. Holy shit. You did not think you were gonna get this far.

You stepped into his room, noticing that all of his lights were still on and the tv played softly.

“Have you been up all this time too?” you asked, setting your heels down on the little loveseat.

“Just going over the case.” He closed the door and walked over into the bathroom. You looked around, seeing the case file spread across the little desk and the queen bed beside that looked untouched.

You weren’t sure what to do now. You do know that this tight dress you’ve been wearing for hours was starting to become very uncomfortable and this plan was looking dumber and dumber by the second.

Gibbs came back out of the bathroom and grabbed a water from the mini fridge before offering it to you along with some pills you assumed were aspirin. “Drink.”

You listened obediently and gave the bottle back to him, the both of you staring into each others the entire time. Then for whatever reason, you walked over to his bed and plopped down on it, practically moaning at how nice it was.

You almost fell asleep right then and there but then felt something drop onto you. Opening your eyes and looking down, you saw a pair of sweats and a faded USMC shirt lying on the bed.

“You’re not gonna escort me back to my room?” you asked him curiously.

“Do you remember your room number?”

You thought about it before answering honestly.

“No.”

“Then I can’t escort you back to your room. Go change.”

Whether it was the liquor that made you do it or just something deep down inside that gave you the courage, you got up from the bed and pulled your dress zipper down your back, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and letting the dress fall to the floor.

Turning around, you brought your eyes to meet his and watched his icy blue ones stare right back. “What are you doing Agent L/N?”

“I don’t know.”

You took a couple steps closer to him, the cool air making you shiver slightly and just stood there. He didn’t move an inch but you watched him slowly look over you, his mouth moving to slowly lick his lips, sparking something in you.

Taking a chance, you put your arms around his neck and brought your body close to his, noticing how his hands immediately found your hips and his head dipped to meet yours in a deep kiss.

It was better than you ever imagined and between his mouth moving against yours, his hands gripping your skin tighter and the way he pulled you in closer was giving you enough endorphins to pass out.

When you both pulled away for a breath, you smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

“Oh really?” His voice was husky and lower than usual, making you close your eyes.

He nuzzled your neck and wrapped his arms around your torso but made no attempt to bring you to bed.

“As much as I’d like to continue this further, I want it to be on a different occasion,” he spoke in your ear, kissing just below and releasing his grip on you.

Bringing your arms back down, you looked away and stepped back. He was quick to pull your chin back up to look at him.

“What about dinner at my place tomorrow?”

You just nodded and he gave a small smile, leaning down to kiss you again, making your head spin.

“You change. I’m going to take a shower,” he said, pulling back and heading into the bathroom.

You took a huge breath, letting out all the tension and multitude of emotions. You changed into the clothes and just sat on the edge of bed, absent mindedly watching whatever movie was playing.

A few minutes went by and you felt your eyes getting heavy, the alcohol and everything that happened in the day suddenly making you very tired. Knowing you weren’t going anywhere, you crawled across the bed and slipped under the covers.

“Y/N. Wake up.”

You opened your eyes to see Gibbs sitting on the bed beside you, now dressed in sweats and the same t-shirt but his hair was wet from the shower so you couldn’t have been asleep for longer than 20 minutes.

“Chug this, then you can go to sleep,” he said, handing you a small bottle of water. You smiled at his kindness and sat up. As you drank, he turned all the lights off, only the tv illuminating the room and joined you under the covers. You placed the now empty bottle on the bedside and scooted a little closer to his warm body. You weren’t sure how much intimacy to give but you were perfectly content when he moved his arm so that it rested under your head and pulled you closer.

You thought about how the nights progression went on and decided you’d actually have to thank Bishop and Abby.

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tarpauline · 7 months ago

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I’m Only Cryptic and Machiavellian ‘Cause I Care || Eddie Munson x Reader

She has always had a crush on Eddie. So she planned a way for them to interact "on accident". Flashforward, they are now dating and she confesses about the plan she made a few months ago.

Or, the one where she successfully plans a way for her and Eddie to meet as if it was destiny. Inspired by Mastermind by Taylor Swift.

Contains: fem!reader, both reader and Eddie are down bad for each other, shitty writing, grammatical errors literally edited this quickly, reader is Steve’s cousin but you guys can imagine her as anything didn't really include any appearance descriptions so it's all up to you, I have terrible communication skills and I feel like it’ll show on my writing so yeah, might be ooc?? Idk I hope I managed to write them right thats all I can think of rn

Word Count: 5,360

AN: My first Eddie fanfic and first ever fanfic here on Tumblr! I might delete this if it flops or if I reread it and end up hating it.

What if I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me?

I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine

It was all by design

'Cause I'm a mastermind

The restaurant screamed money that only her cousin Steve could afford. Despite dressing in a Maroon dress that she deemed "fancy enough" for the place she still felt like she would stick like a sore thumb in the crowd. Little did she know that her boyfriend Eddie felt the same except he knew he would stand out. In a restaurant full of men dressed in perfectly ironed three-piece suits and women who wore designer dresses, wearing a worn out leather jacket (insisting that it adds a bit more flair to the overall look) over a white dress shirt and a black tie and paired with his only black pants that aren't ripped and black shoes that he definitely borrowed from Steve is guaranteed going to garner a lot of attention. But he pushed aside his thoughts when he saw his girlfriend seemingly glued to her place.

"Hey you okay?", He looked at her with concern before taking her hand and giving it a light squeeze.

She looked back at him and smiled. "Yeah,let's go."

They enter the restaurant and are greeted by the warm atmosphere. The place was fancier on the inside. Tables covered with white cloth with a small vase full of flowers for design. The entire room was illuminated by the chandelier on top.Soft music was playing in the background mixed with the chatter of the fully packed place.

She looked around the room for the familiar face of her cousin. It didn't take long for her to see him as he was waving at them with his date beside him .They made their way over to their table on the far corner of the room. Greetings were exchanged between the pair of couples.

A waiter gave them menus filled with fancy food they don't even know how to pronounce. After a few minutes the waiter came back to take their orders and left quickly. As they were waiting, Steve's date, Clementine decided to strike a conversation with Eddie and her.

"So…", She settled down her glass of water with her perfectly manicured red nails that matches the dress she wore. "How did the two of you meet?"

She can see Eddie smile widely as he looked at her. "It's actually a really funny and beautiful story". He says before diverting his gaze on Clementine.

"So we first met when Steve and our other friend Robin, brought her to one of my band's shows in the club near us. I'm the guitarist of the band,you know…", he pretends to play an invisible guitar to prove his point.

Eddie loved telling everyone the story of how they met. And she loved seeing his wide smile, his bright eyes, and his animated gestures as he tells the story. But along this is the feeling of guilt. The guilt of knowing the truth behind said story.

"We were short of staff in the cafe I work at and luckily she was also looking for a part-time job…", Eddie continued and she felt Steve's eyes on her. Steve gave her a knowing look which she then returned with a glare,signaling him to not be obvious.

The more Eddie talks, the happier he gets and the more guilty she gets. It doesn't help that Steve would smirk at her from time to time.

"And I finally got the courage to ask her for dinner and here we are. Three months and counting," He looks at her with heart eyes and a big smile which she returned. The guilt growing inside of her.As Eddie concluded the story their orders came in.

The double date ended late at night. On the car ride home, she remained silent which didn't go unnoticed to Eddie's eyes.

“Hey, you good?”, Eddie places a comforting hand on her thigh.

“Yeah”, she mustered a smile. “I’m just tired that's all”

The next day, she was still quiet the whole ride to school. Eddie had tried to talk to her but they all ended abruptly.

"Are you okay? Are you sick?",Eddie asked with concern as he parked his car in the school parking lot. "You can ditch school and work today if you want, I'll take notes for you."

"Thanks but I'm not sick," she smiled reassuringly.

"Are you sure? Maybe it's because of that pasta you ate last night.What was it? Tagtale? Tagtialie?", He scrunched up his nose trying to remember the pasta.

"Tagliatelle", she corrected him and giggled. "And no it's not the pasta, I'm just quite sleepy that's all."

"Okay, but if you don't feel good just tell me I'll gladly skip class and drive you home", he said with a grin.

"Please don't do that"

"Can't make any promises, sweetheart",he opens the door to the driver's seat before going to your side and opening it. He exaggeratingly bows and offers his hand to you and puts on a fake British accent. "My lady."

She giggled before taking his hand which he was quick to intertwine with hers as they walked through the school doors.

He leaned in to whisper in her ear "You're prettier when you smile, by the way."

"I'm planning to tell Eddie the truth about…everything", she said while leaning against the back room door. Steve was inside changing from his work clothes.

It was closing hours for both the coffee shop both she and Eddie worked at and the ice cream shop across it where Steve and Robin worked. As Eddie was closing up the shop she immediately went to consult Steve.

"Okay…?", He says against the door.

"Steve, I'm planning to tell Eddie the truth about everything!", She raised her voice more to make it clearer for Steve.

"I heard you fine the first time!", Steve said. "I honestly don't know why you're working yourself up about this.

"What if he finds me weird and creepy?"

"Come on, we both know Eddie isn't the type to judge people." Steve continues. "Besides, you should give yourself a big pat on the shoulder for using your Machiavellian ways to control Eddie because believe me, if you hadn't that man would've talked my ear off about you."

"One, I'm surprised you know what 'Machiavellian' means", she started. "And two, You make it sound like I manipulated him and three, I’m being serious."

The back door opens to reveal Steve wearing a white shirt with a denim jacket and matching pants. "One, this may come as a surprise to you but I actually do read and two, I'm sorry didn't mean for it to sound like that but you get what I mean and three, I'm also being serious."

"Look", he continued. "Eddie is never going to change his opinion of you okay. That man likes you too much to even hate you. I bet if you tell him something like…you commited a crime the man would be sad,yes. But he would be sad that you didn't tag him along", she laughed at him.

"I'm being serious! Trust me, I'm a man. I know a whipped man when I see one and Eddie is a whipped man!", He exclaimed with a huge grin before laughing along.

Steve's words calmed her down a little bit. But the nerves is still there, especially since she is now in Eddie's car. With Eddie. Alone.

"Hey something on your mind?", Eddie asked as he begun driving.

"I-yeah…", she started. 'Its now or never', she thought. " Listen, you know how back then after we met we were coincidentally in the same place, at the same time almost all the time…",she looked down at her lap suddenly finding interest in her nails.

"Yeah why?", He looked at her briefly before focusing on the road again.

"Well they're not entirely coincidental…"

(Flashback)

She had always found it difficult to make friends. Never had been lucky with finding other kids who had the same interest as her. So at a young age she developed a skill…observing people, looking for things they liked, things they disliked and then she would scheme like some sort of criminal and make them like her enough to be her friend. And it has worked quite well in her eighteen years of existence.

But everything has changed once her parents decided to move to her mom’s old town, Hawkins. The reputation and relationships she has well crafted through the years is now behind her. And now she had to make a new one.

At first she was devastated at the thought of having to restart everything. But the longer she thought about it and now that she’s finally in Hawkins she felt like this is a good thing. Maybe this time she'll actually be herself. Maybe this time she'll feel…free.

Her parents picked the house nearest her mom’s aunt and uncle and her cousin, Steve Harrington. She’s quite close with her cousin and even considers him her true friend for she was not afraid to show her true side to him and she was excited to be able to see him more often.

The Harringtons have been helping them with the moving of their stuff to their new home so it was quicker for them to settle into their new house.

Steve immediately introduced her to his friend, Robin Buckley, and despite being a total nervous wreck and blabber she liked him and was happy to have a new friend around. The day after finishing moving in they both invited her to hang out at the local bar they frequent called ‘The Hideout’.

It was a simple bar with wooden chairs and tables. It's warm lights giving it a cozy and warm atmosphere. She sees in the front that a band is setting up.

"That band right there", Robin points using a french fry. "The guitarist and vocalist is our friend."

She sees a man with dark messy hair testing his guitar. He had his leather clad back facing the crowd so she couldn't really see his face.

She didn't have to wait too long to see his face though when the band started playing. He was the frontman and the band was smart to put him in front. He was extremely charismatic and very skilled with the guitar. He also had a nice voice. The band was really good and she enjoyed them despite not being into heavy metal music. They certainly knew how to hype a crowd.

The band finished and thanked the crowd. All customers clapped but she was sure their table was the loudest. The guitarist got off stage and immediately went to their direction.

"That was so good, man!", Steve raised his hand in a high five which the guitarist returned. "Oh by the way, this is my cousin”, he said her name. “You know, the one I've mentioned before"

"Yean, I’ve heard about you. He looks at her with his huge smile,messy hair framing his face, sweating and still catching his breath but looking so beautiful. “Hi, I'm Eddie", he extends his hand to her which she took. It was warm. "Nice to meet you."

“Nice to meet you too”, she returned the smile and she was quite sure that they'd been holding each other's stare and hands longer than usual for a first meeting.

He had to let go first and she can't help but miss the warmth of his hand. "I gotta head back there to help the band pack our stuff I’ll be back", and just like that he left as quickly as he came.

"So that's Eddie huh…", She said as she followed his direction.

"Yeah", Steve replied and he looked at his cousin, eyes widening in realization. "Aw come on!"

"What?", She whipped her head to look at Steve who had captured the attention of the other tables with his sudden outburst.

"Out of all the people you could've been attracted to, you chose Eddie?!", He said in a hush tone to avoid garnering more attention.

"I'm not attracted to him", she denied, which was a lie because she was definitely attracted to him.

"I'm not stupid-"

"Yes,you are"

"Shut up, Robin", Steve glared at her. "Look, my point is, I'm not stupid with this kind of stuff. You're definitely attracted."

"I love the fact you didn't deny that you're stupid", she said playing along with Robin and hopefully changing the subject.

"Haha funny", Steve playfully glared at her.

On their first day of school, they were given their schedule and the lock code of their designated lockers. She was walking alongside Robin trying to find their lockers when Robin suddenly stopped.

"My locker is beside Eddie's", she whispered to her, directing her head to the direction where Eddie's unmistakeable back is trying to open his locker.

"Wanna trade lockers?", Robin extends the paper with her lock code. "It's fine by me."

"Yeah sure, thanks", she didn't hesitate. She saw her chance, and she took it.

Robin left her not before mouthing "Good luck in making your move" to her which she shook her head at.

She went to the locker on the right side of Eddie. It didn't take long for him to notice her.

"Hey”, he says her name and she realised that she liked the way he says her name.

"Yeah, it's good to see you, Eddie", she replied back.

"Likewise", he turned back to his locker before adding. "You know, I didn't expect it would take this long for us to see each other again."

This perked up her ears. "Oh you were expecting to see me again?", She asked, trying to fight back her widening grin.

"Yeah, I mean— you're new here so I was kinda expecting Steve would drag you everywhere to familiarize you with this town."

She let out a little "oh" before turning back to her locker. It wasn't exactly the response she expected (and wanted). A long silence sat between them as she tried to think of a way to keep the conversation going. But when she turned to look at him he was already gone. As if on time, the bell rang signaling the first class and she silently cursed herself.

The following days started the same. She wakes up early, gets ready, catches a ride with Steve and Robin, goes to her locker, and exchanges "hellos" with Eddie. That's all. No matter how hard she tries there has been no development whatsoever. But thankfully that Tuesday morning seemed to be on her side.

"Oh no", she heard Eddie groan in frustration. "I thought I brought it with me…"

"You okay?", She asked and he stopped checking back and forth between his backpack and locker.

"No, not really… I left my stupid history book at home", he reached up the back of his neck and sighed.

'This is it, this is your chance', she thought."Oh we can share you know", she thanked her brain's quick thinking as she waved her history book in front of him.

He grinned at her. "You're a lifesaver. A literal angel."

They sat beside each other during History class but Eddie tried not to lean in close to read the text better to avoid being caught by Mr. Smith not having his history book on him.

"Look, I wouldn't care if I get caught and sent to detention but if he finds out you're lending your book to me he'll definitely send you to detention too. And I don't want to ruin your good record",were his words.

“Bold of you to assume I haven't been in detention before”, she whispered and gave him a sly grin.

“Oh really huh?”, he is now also sporting a grin himself. “How many times have you been in detention?”

“30”, she said, the first number that comes to her mind.

Eddie's eyes widened. “Well, well congratulations, sweetheart you’ve beaten my record.”

She tried to ignore the way her heart fluttered at the nickname. “How many times have you been?”

“20”, he replied and then they went silent and she thought the conversation ended there until Eddie spoke up again. “Damn, can’t believe someone beat my record.

She left out a quiet giggle. “It's a lie, I've never been to detention before”, and she continued to giggle.

“Wow, you got me there alright”, Eddie said with a chuckle.

But you know what? Spending detention with you doesn't seem so bad", she said as she looked at him. "You don't seem to be bad company to me."

She mentally pat herself on the shoulder as she saw Eddie start to smile wider at her before letting out a small "Yeah?"

"Yeah"

Their eye contact was broken by Mr. Smith's loud voice. "Okay everyone get out one piece of paper we're going to have a quiz."

Everyone visibly groaned.

"Hey", are you planning to take a part-time job?", Robin asked a few weeks later. "You know, for college.

"Yeah, but only on Summer break. I don't think I can handle my academics with work", she answered and Robin nodded in understanding before they heard a loud clang of metal as Steve set down his lunch tray at the table.

"Guys you wouldn't believe who got punched earlier in the hallway…", Steve said excitedly as he told the latest gossip in your school.

"He honestly deserved it, he's a real jerk", Robin said and she hummed in agreement.

"Hey guys", Eddie finally arrived at the table and Steve turned to him ready to retell the incident in the hallway a few minutes ago.

"Hey you'll never guess who got punched in the hallway earlier-"

"Yeah I know it was Jason. I was there when it happened. I cheered for the guy who punched him. Man had it coming for him", Eddie chuckled before popping a pretzel in his mouth. She laughed at his antics which didn't go unnoticed by Eddie. They then continued their lunch like they normally do.

After their meals are finished Eddie suddenly talked to her. "Hey are you perhaps looking for a part-time job?", He looked at her before continuing. "You see, two of my co-workers just quit and we are short of staff and these two", he pointed at Steve and Robin. "Already work at the ice cream shop across the street and I can't really ask my band members because they already got jobs-"

"Yeah", she cut him off and he raised his eyebrows. "Yeah I am in fact looking for a job".

"You are?", Steve asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yeah we were actually just talking about it", Robin was quick to reply and she mentally thanked her.

"Great, does Friday sound good to you?", Eddie grinned and she nodded.

"I didn't know you were looking for a part-time job", Steve said as he drove her home after dropping off Robin.

"Yeah just thought of it this morning", She said trying to sound casual.

"This isn't just an excuse to spend more time with Eddie,right?", He looked at her through the mirror above him but her lack of response answered his question.

"Oh it's definitely an excuse to spend more time with him, you sly fox!", he exclaimed.

"So what if it is?",she retorted. "It's not like you can stop me."

"He plays at the Hideout every Tuesday", Steve said out of the blue.

"What?", She asked not because she didn't hear him the first time, but out of elaboration.

"Eddie's band plays every Tuesday at the resto. Gives you even more time to spend with him", Steve elaborated.

"You're not gonna stop me?"she asked, trying to not sound too happy.

"Like you said, I can't stop you and besides he's a good guy", he continued. " Just make sure to not form any public displays of affection in front of us and don't break up because it'll be awkward. You guys would ruin movie nights."

Friday finally rolled around and Eddie offered to take her to his workplace after school. The cafe looks small on the outside but once they entered it was definitely bigger. It didn't have anything special on it. It just looked like any other cafe with small tables and chairs, some couches and a plain white wall with random frames of quotes hanging on the wall.

"Wait here a bit okay", he patted her shoulder before going behind the counter. A random guy entered the shop and stood beside her while a dark haired woman who appeared to be in her late 20s or earlys 30s greeted them.

"Hello, you must be the applicants", she said. She and the other applicant learn her name is Elise and she's the manager of the cafe. She brought her and the other applicant whose name is James, at the counter.

"You will be working here in front of the cashier while James will be brewing some coffee", It didn't escape her notice the flash of disappointment in the boy's face.

The manager told her what to do and which buttons are which in the cashier. It wasn't hard to grasp and she got everything in one listen. The manager watched as she took the order of the very first customer, making sure she got the hang of it before leaving with the boy at the back where the brewing area is.

To say she was bummed that she got the job where she had to talk to the customers and write down their order as they enumerated it incredibly fast was an understatement. She took a peak at the back to see Eddie, his leather jacket nowhere to be seen and replaced with an apron as he made a customer's coffee. Yeah, she was incredibly bummed. Then the gears in her head started to work.

After work, she approached James.

"Hey",she called out to him. " James, right? Listen I can't help but notice earlier that you seemed quite disappointed about working in the brewing area. So… I was kind of wondering if maybe you'd wanna switch? I mean to be honest, I kind of only took this job because I just wanted to learn how to make different coffees", that was definitely a lie but he didn't need to know that.

"Um yeah,sure", he accepted immediately. "Kind of wanted the simpler task, to be honest. But are you sure Elise will be okay with it? She's the manager after all"

“I’m sure she'll be fine I’ll go talk to her”, she reassured James. Elise seems to be a kind woman surely she'll understand it. She then thanked James more excitedly than she intended to. She mentally cheered for her plan's success.

On Monday, she entered the brewing area and put on one of the aprons there. Luckily, Elise didn't have any problem at all with her switching their positions.

She heard her name being called and turned around to see Eddie already wearing his apron. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to make coffee", she replied as if it was the most obvious answer.

"I thought you were assigned at the front", he made a pointing gesture over his shoulder.

"Oh um, James asked me if we can switch since he wanted to work at the cashier more", she half lied to him.

"Do you even know how to make coffee?", He quirked an eyebrow at her to which she shook her head at.

"Come on, I'll teach ya", He beckoned her to follow him as he took an order that just came in. " So over here is the creams, and on the left side is the syrup, the coffee and some of the toppings are there at the back…", He started teaching her the basics like how much is one pump of syrup equivalent to, how much drizzle is recommended, how tall the whipped cream is, etc.

“Wait I can't seem to make it right”,she was trying to decorate a latte but the design just won't come out.

“Here let me help”, she suddenly felt Eddie's presence behind her. He had his arms around her and put his hands on her wrists to guide her hands. She tried so hard to focus but it was so difficult when she could feel Eddie's body against her.

Suddenly Eddie lets go of her hands and she was too preoccupied by his presence that it took her a minute to notice the heart design on the latte.

"I did it!", She exclaimed as she showed him the first drink she made..

"Good job! You're a quick learner", He smiled at her and put his hand on her arm. "If you need help with anything else don't hesitate to ask me, okay?"

She felt giddy at the compliment she received and at the warmth of Eddie's body that still lingered.

She secretly begged Elise to let her get off earlier every Tuesday so that she can see Eddie's band play at the Hideout. Thankfully, she agreed but in the condition that she will make up for it by working every Saturday.

Steve and Robin were unfortunately too busy and had a stricter manager so they didn't get to join her. She didn't exactly get to mention it to Eddie which is why he was surprised to see her working at the cafe on a Saturday morning.

She was on her way to the brewing area when she heard the bell ring and her eyes met with Eddie. “It's supposed to be your day off,right?", he asked.

"Uh yeah but I decided to make up for it by going to see my friend's band", She smiled at him.

"Oh you don't have to do that-", she cut him off.

"Oh no I insist. At least in the future I get to tell everyone I know that I was a fan of the biggest band in the world before they became famous", she said which earned her a grin from him. "I didn't know you work on Saturday too", that was a lie she figured that if the manager made her work Saturdays for leaving earlier there is no way she is going to let Eddie not make up for his.

"Um yeah gotta make up for the half hours I miss every Tuesday", he said. "So… you think we have what it takes to be the biggest band in the world huh?" His grin was still there.

"Yeah I'm like your number one fan", she said. "Don't tell Robin or Steve I said that though because they love arguing about who's the bigger fan between them."

Eddie laughed. "You're secret's safe with me, sweetheart." Her heart flutters everytime he calls her that.

“Well, I’ll let you in on a secret of mine as well”, he moved closer to her and leaned close to her ear and whispered: “You're my favorite fan.”

He moved away and had a wide grin on his face. He winked at her before going to the brewing area.

She felt her cheeks warm up and her heart felt like it was about to burst. ‘Oh shit… I’m completely down bad for this man, aren't?’

The final week of school is exciting and stressful. Exciting because vacation is finally near. And stressful because all the teachers were giving a lot of work with extremely short deadlines.

She really tried to keep her mind off her studies while at work but it just kept getting in the way. She got two customers' orders wrong, she almost put too much whipped cream on every drink, and now she accidentally spilled coffee on herself and Eddie.

"I'm so sorry about your shirt", she apologized for what seemed to be the hundredth time after leaving the bathroom wearing a new shirt.

"Hey I already told you it's okay", he reassured her.

"It's just that I'm so stressed about work and Mr. Smith's homeworks which has a deadline that is way too early for the hundreds of amount of school work he has given us", she ranted.

"I understand. He can be a pain in the butt", he told her. “Hey this is just coffee it’ll wash away”, he reassured her again but that didn't seem to remove the frown she had on her face.

"Wait here okay", he returned to the brewing area. After a few minutes he returned with two cups of coffee. "Here, drink this." He handed her one of the cups and she took a sip.

Her eyes widened. "This is so good!"

"I know right!", Eddie exclaimed. "I accidentally made this when I was new here and I got the measurements mixed up and voila! I made a masterpiece."

They sat in comfortable silence sipping the special drink Eddie made before she breaks the silence.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your show last night", she looked him in the eyes. "I really needed to finish my school works."

"Hey it's okay",he reassured her once more. "Although I did miss my number one fan."

She finally smiled at that. "I might get dethroned by Steve or Robin."

"Pfft never!", He laughed before taking a sip of coffee. “You're my favorite remember?”, she nodded and smiled at him.

They fell into a comfortable silence once again but it was cut abruptly by Eddie.

"I really did miss you, you know", she met his gaze.

"Without you there the room just seemed…empty despite the Hideout being packed full". He continued. "No trace of your presence or your smile. Did I tell you you look prettier when you smile?"

"No…", she smiled wider as she shook her head.

"Well you do. I got proof of it right here", his smile widens as he continues to look at her.

"Well then thank you Eddie for making me smile today", she continued. "I missed you too."

"Yeah, seems like we can't stay one day away from each other huh?", He asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah it seems that we can't"

The next words that left his mouth were unexpected but something you've been wanting to hear for a long time."Then how about we spend more time together. Does Monday after work sound good to you?"

"Are you asking me on a date?", She asked in disbelief.

"Yeah,I am", he answered with no hesitation.

"Well then Monday does sound good to me", she answered also with no hesitation.

(End of flashback)

-They arrived at her house just in time as she finished her confession.

"Look I know it may sound a bit weird and it ruined the whole "destiny" thing the events leading to where we are now had but-", she tried reasoning with him but stopped midway when she looked up to meet his gaze and see him smirking.

“Why are you smirki-”, She looked at him, brows furrowed in confusion before her eyes widened in realization.

"You knew the entire time, didn't you!", Eddie bursts out laughing.

"Yep, I sure did", he continued laughing. "And no, I don't find it weird. I actually find it very endearing that you liked me that much to the point that you planned how we'll end up together."

"I hate you",she glared at him.

"Oh you love me,sweetheart. That confession is enough proof of that. And I love you too, by the way", he smiled at her which caused her glare to falter and turn into a smile of her own.He was right she definitely loves him.

So I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk

On your face, you knew the entire time

You knew that I'm a mastermind

And now you're mine

Yeah, all you did was smile

'Cause I'm a mastermind

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #might delete later #eddie munson

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sabcandoit · 2 years ago

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Helloz, I wanted to ask for a fic of Spider-Noir with a assistant s/o that takes their job very seriously and acts more like an assistant than an actual partner (bonus points if they call him 'bos' or 'sir' casually)

you can make it any gender and smut or fluff, I don't care that much about that

Thank you for the request!

It Can Wait

Spiderman Noir x Female reader

Summary: Peter works as the boss of some important company and you are his girlfriend assistant. Reader takes her job super seriously and keeps rejecting Peter, but eventually, she doesn't ;)

Warnings: Smut! Handjob, unprotected sex, established relationship, pet names, semi-public? Not really? Oh yeah also reader is annoyingly grumpy lol

A/N: Thank you guys for the support! As always, my requests are open. I plan on getting to everyone's, but I like to put quality and time into each one so it may take a while. Enjoy! <3

“Peter, no.” He was kissing your temple from behind you, while you sat at your desk, annoyed. Even though you two were dating, you worked as his assistant and had to keep it professional. You spent most of your days behind this desk in this large penthouse doing paperwork or sorting through God knows what. He came to revisit you, impossibly bored from the lack of distress the world was in. He brought flowers and lots of unwanted affection. “Darling, I can’t help it, I miss you.”

“Well, it can wait until after work.” You replied monotonously, ignoring his hold and kisses. “It can’t… I need you” he said in an aroused and low voice. You didn't take the bait though and swatted him away. He stood up straight with his arms crossed and furrowed eyebrows. “Darling, don’t give me the cold shoulder…” he cocked his head to the side as you turned in your chair to work on the other side of your desk with an unbothered face. You looked up, seeing a customer walking through the doors and asking you a question. “I have an appointment with Dr. Parker?”

“Oh, yes!” you smiled with a handful of papers in your hands, “One moment, please.” You turned around in your seat to see Peter still standing right there. You looked up at him with a neutral expression, saying “Sir, you have a patient.” He gazed at you with a raised brow and smirk, lingering there for a bit trying to make your impartial demeanor falter. After no success, he looked up at the person and smiled with his arms raised, “Come right this way!”. As he led the patient to his office, he looked back down at you with intense eyes. You met his stare with the same neutrality as earlier.

The rest of the day went by somewhat smoothly, customers came and went and Peter must have taken the hint and stopped bothering you. That doesn't mean he stopped glancing at you though. It was late and you packed up. It took you a while to lock up everything. Peter was walking out of his office, locking the door behind him. He tried to keep his suitcase and papers from falling out of his hands while his glasses lowered down his nose. He wore his usual black suit, the tie loosened a bit and his hair slightly messy from the day. After completing that, he looked up and adjusted his glasses while looking at you. You were wearing an average blouse and pencil skirt. Earlier, you had on a flattering suit coat but it was now in your arms along with some documents you planned on taking home.

“Hey Beautiful,” he flirted while walking near you. “Hello Peter,” you replied with a sigh, still annoyed.

“Is someone upset with me?” he chuckled, setting his items on the desk. You looked up at him through your eyebrows and stood up straight. Your bodies were close and he smirked down at you. “Ok, ma’am.” he raised his hands up defensively with a joking inflection. He followed you as you made your way to the doors, speaking, “Peter, I don’t appreciate your advances. When we are at work we are expected to be professional, that includes-” Before you could finish your sentence he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you smoothly. Your surprised eyes became irritated, but you let him continue to kiss. A few more seconds pass before you both part. He pants a bit before saying “How am I expected to act professional around you?” You just looked at him, peeved, “Peter.” He chuckled again and lowered his head down your neck, kissing and nuzzling into it. “I’m being serious.”

“Who knew you were such a tease?” he scoffed, smirking, “You must’ve known what you were doing when you called me sir…” he mumbled, pushing your blouse out of the way to kiss your collarbone. You stood expressionlessly as he did this, pursing your lips.“So pretty,” he hummed. You looked up at the ceiling and eventually swung your paper-filled hands around his back. You felt him crack a smile after feeling you reciprocate the hug, but you were still displeased. Now your blouse was getting stretched out by Peter’s efforts, him kissing your upper breasts. You started trying to push him off, but he only hugged you more. “Enough Pete,” you flatly said, finally making your way out of his grasp. He looked down at you with smirking eyes and kept his hands on your hips. “Oh doll, don't be so stubborn, stay awhile. Sit with me?” he gestured toward the leather couch in the lobby. You gave him a dry stare. “Please?” he pressed. You sighed and walked over to the couch, Peter directly behind you.

As you both sat down, he slung an arm over your shoulders and leaned into your side, getting comfortable. “It’s been a long day,” he spoke. “I missed you.” he flirted. “We saw each other an hour ago.” you scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I can still miss my girl, even if I see her.” He replied, twirling your hair in his finger. You looked at him with tired eyes and an awkward smile, giving in a bit. “Aw, I’m making you smile…” he chuckled, taking any chance of lightening the mood. He brought a hand up to your mouth, holding your chin up as he leaned in and kissed you gently. You kissed back, causing him to grow even more passionate. “Hmm,” he groaned into the kiss, his hands now lowering down your waist as you both pulled away to breathe momentarily. When you came back again, he leaned further into you on the couch, his hard-on becoming ever so apparent. “Peter,” you moaned into a kiss, bringing your hand to his chest, pulling slightly on his loose tie. “What a knockout,” he muttered, grasping your body and trying to shove off your skirt. He successfully got your skirt off as you sloppily unbuttoned his shirt. He parted from the kiss and pulled the rest of it off impatiently. You watched him with hungry eyes, still trying to conceal your desires at the sight of his muscular and hairy chest. You started throwing your hair up in a ponytail, arms in the air, and the hair tie in your mouth. He grabbed your hips again, smirking down at you putting your hair up. After you did, you kissed him a few times sweetly.

He thought to himself that he needed you on his dick right now, but you were taking your sweet time playing with him. First, it was rejecting his efforts, then denying him any affection, but now it was taking forever to end the foreplay. “I need help,” you asked, turning your back to him and pointing to the zipper on your blouse. He groaned quietly as he unzipped it, making the blouse sleeves fall to your shoulders. When you turned back to him, he couldn't hold back. You looked ravishingly beautiful. “Darling, may I?’ he whispered in your ear, impossibly close to you and your dropping blouse. You looked at him with sincere eyes and nodded with a tiny smile. He kissed your cheek and jaw, wrapping his arms around you and pulling down your blouse. You laid your arms around his lower waist, moaning. He cupped your bra-covered breasts and grinded his erection on your clothed area, uttering praises in your ear as the situation intensified.

You unzipped his pants with sultry eyes and pulled them down just enough to see his boxers and hard-on. “It’s not a show and tell doll,” he huskily spoke, chuckling and lessening his grip on your waist. You looked up at him with an annoyed yet playful face before pulling down the boxers and holding his cock. He sucked in a breath, not expecting you to be so bold. You then began to move your hand up and down, encompassing his precum lathered shaft. You looked down at your work, bringing up a free hand to put some hair behind your ear. Peter was lost in pleasure, whimpering under your hold, but he took a moment to look at you while you put your hair back. He almost melted at your beauty, watching this. “Is that it?” you said under your breath, still very focused on pleasing Peter. He only leaned his head back and moaned. Your pace quickened and didn’t stop. He tried to sit up and touch you in any way, but he was too stimulated. “Shit,” he let out. You smirked up at him, almost sadistic-like before pausing and pulling down your panties.

You sat on his hips, straddling him as you led his dick into you. He cried out again, high on arousal, and let you ride him. “Quiet, Peter” you shushed, trying not to make any sounds yourself. He sucked in his breath and held it, still watching you satisfy yourself on him. Your hands were on either side of him and your hair swung down, tickling both of you. He took both breasts in his hands and kneaded them while clenching his teeth in passion. He grumbled in his baritone voice, “Sweetheart, please.” as you softly mewled. “Fuck,” you mumbled before slowing down and feeling his erection fill you with his cum. He gasped and thrusted into you as this happened, both of you making lewd noises. You leaned onto his body, him still very much so in you, as he relaxed his own on the couch again. Both panting and holding on to each other, he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you,” he murmured hoarsely. You smiled and held him tighter.

@kairiscorner @miguelswifey04 hope you guys like this one! <33

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aliasrocket · 2 years ago

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I just thought of the most specific Rocket Raccoon scenario ever — the guardians receive a commission from a planet that has a victorian era vibe especially to their clothing and the guardians including Rocket had to wear victorian era clothes to fit in …

(I have a LOT of scenarios regarding this so pls lmk if you guys want more of these! I could honestly write it into a fic at this point oml)

masterlist. requests.

It was probably just a bit past 11pm when Rocket called, the night was silent and you were just finished getting ready for bed when he called you.

Due to his tech, you both are able to project a hologram of yourselves through your phone as a way to communicate, meaning you had a clear visual of Rocket’s entire body floating in your room.

His black suit was not made of the usual silk; the texture seemed to be of dense wool. He wore a white dress shirt inside and a black tie to match. Closely hugging his small waist was a black vest that had been buttoned all the way down with the exception of the button at the very bottom. The sleeves of both the coat and the dress shirt had been neatly rolled up above just one of his forearms, making his supposedly symmetrical suit unsymmetrical.

That wasn’t exactly a bad thing, though. In fact, the arm that had been a little more exposed had gained more attention from you than the other—you watched the way his muscles tensed when he would curl his fingers around anything.

He was just kicking off his dress shoes when you picked up and right of the bat your jaw was left hanging at the sight.

“Hey, princess,” Rocket greeted, a little more wearier than you would have expected. He stood with his hands on his hips, pushing the body of his coat back just a little to reveal his hips. “Fuck, today was a bust.”

“What happened?” You asked, eyes finally parting with his stature and now moving up to his rugged expression.

“Nah, apparently the lady who supposedly has the fortune doesn’t have the damn fortune,” Rocket explained with an angered strain in his voice. “We went through all this effort, dressed so damn formally just so we would be treated like everyone else and now I—”

“Wait, Rocket, isn’t this classified information?” You shook your head, finally snapping out of your less than innocent thoughts of Rocket in his current outfit. “You shouldn’t be telling me about these things right?”

“Yeah?” Rocket sharply exhaled from his nose, a smug grin overwhelming the look of exhaustion that had been dragging down his already greying features. “Fuck those rich brats, ‘s not like I signed a contract or something. Anyway I show up at the discussed address and—”

“Rocket, they hired you.”

“Yeah hired me to stick a gun up the asshole of anyone who comes in the way of this mission, they ain’t saints, princess.” Rocket pulled at his shirt’s rolled up sleeve, letting it fall to his wrist without letting you give a proper goodbye. Not that you’d let him know you were staring, anyway.

Rocket's jaw clenched, and you decided maybe it wasn't the best idea to push it further especially when he was already irritable and tired.

“Okay so I get to the house right, almost fuckin’ blow the brains of that broad’s bodyguards the fuck out—” Rocket paused his rant when he rolled his coat sleeve down, now shrugging off his jacket and only testing just how fitted all his clothes had been. His chest flexed as he pulled his shoulders back, sliding sleeves off his arms only to reveal his clothed biceps restrained in his shirt. Each wrinkle and each fold in his clothes only further teased that Rocket was completely and utterly clothed.

“And finally I get to hold my damn blaster under her chin only to find she doesn’t even have so much as a goddamn clue as to where her fuckin’ fortune is. And now? I gotta clean her damn snot and tears off my fuckin’ blaster. D’asted little shit.”

Rocket’s fingers popped off the buttons of his vest in one swift motion and the vest was discarded in seconds, leaving his black tie and his shirt that hugged at Rocket’s enchanced pectoral muscles.

His head tilted as he tugged at the knot of his tie. You were hallucinating, right? There was absolutely no way Rocket was loosening that tie slower than it had to be, pulling it to the side as his protruding knuckles gave attention to his hands and the way they clasped onto his tie and tossed it aside so gracefully.

Oh, shit. You bit your lip when Rocket unbuttoned his dress shirt with one hand, the first button coming off so easily to reveal a white undershirt. The thought of Rocket in only a singlet had sent you melting against the pillows of your bed.

You were probably frowning at this point, tunneling on Rocket’s hand working through each of his buttons with ease before Rocket was getting the shirt off too.

And there it was again, the flexing of his chest when he pulled the shirt out and shrugged it off, and finally he was all yours—his biceps, forearms, and hell, even some parts of his chest were—

“Hey,” Rocket called loudly along with your name.

“Huh?”

“Called you five times, you didn’t respond,” Rocket said. His hands were on his hips once more but this time, his chest had been heaving, some parts of it uncovered by his singlet like something of a boob window. “Are you zoning out?”

“Uh … something like that.”

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the-fiction-witch · 6 months ago

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Let The World The Burn Chapter Six - Ten

Chapters One - Five

Chapter Six - Gotham Prep

The relentless rain pounded against the expansive property. Majestic tall red gates, their paint slightly chipped from years of exposure to the elements, framed the numerous fields, sports setups, and neatly arranged concrete yards that sprawled across the landscape. At the heart of the property stood a grand brown building, its walls adorned with an array of windows that reflected the gloomy overcast sky. A prominent clock tower loomed above, its hands at twenty-to-nine.

Throngs of young students surged through the gates, their laughter and chatter rose above the cacophony of raindrops. The air was thick with the energy of anticipation and camaraderie, as voices mingled and made a rich tapestry of shuffling footsteps and spirited conversations.

Luka stood slightly down the street, so as to not be in the way of those who headed in. His uniform consisted of black shined shoes with red laces, red trousers, a crisp white shirt, a black tie with raised red stripes and a black blazer with the 'Gotham Prep' logo embroidered to the breast pocket. He had his leather messenger bag across his shoulder and stuck his black earphones under his shirt and around the back of his ear, his phone in his hand as he texted with Rose.

He and Rose had texted back and forth since they had met. They'd barely even spent a moment separated from their phones.

Luka had promised Rose that he'd help her out and stay by her side the first week. So he waited for her to arrive, his eyes flicked between his phone and the road.

Soon enough a small blue car pulled up and dropped Rose off,

Rose hurried onto the pavement, she wore her own black shoes with red laces, black tights and red knee-high socks, a black skirt with a single red stripe around the hem, a crisp white shirt, a black tie with raised red stripes and a black blazer with the 'Gotham Prep' logo embroidered to the breast pocket. She wore the same red breton hat she had last time Luka saw her, and a little red backpack on her back.

The moment she came into view, Luka began to smile.

"Hi," she waved,

"Hey," Luka greeted,

Rose hurried over but stopped just short of Luka's personal space.

"So? Are you ready for your first day?"

"I think so," she nodded,

"Alright, come on." he tipped his head towards the gates, so the two began to walk side by side and joined the crowd. "Oh! Where's your phone?"

"My pocket,"

"I'd put it in your backpack, at least till you're used to the uniform." he suggested, "It's purposely shallow pockets so you can't hide anything."

"Sneaky,"

"It is, and if they spot your phone they'll take it." He nodded, "Three times they'll keep it overnight."

"Understood," She nodded, pulled her backpack off and quickly hid her phone inside, "Why do we still have to wear this uniform anyway?"

"Headmaster has this thing about conformity, I swear the guy thinks he's running a military camp or a cult." Luka joked,

Rose laughed,

"Everyone has to wear it, pre-school littles all the way up to us seniors, and even post-grads."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, even the teachers kinda have a uniform."

"How strange,"

"Wasn't like this at your old place?"

"No, we all wore our own clothes. All year groups did."

"Lucky," he smiled, "You- You uhh, do look nice though,"

"Aww, thank you." She blushed,

They made their way up the steps and inside the main school building,

"Anything else I need to know?" she asked,

"Keep your head down, and you'll be fine." He told her, "Gotham Prep isn't too bad, you'll just find everyone is kinda a pric-"

"Mr Mitchell." The booming and yet still vile voice of Professor Cuvier broke through Luka's words.

Professor Cuvier emerged from the shadows of the adjoining corridor, the tall man loomed over Luka and Rose in his black suit and red tie.

"Sir." Luka sighed,

"No, no, do continue Mr Mitchell. Grace us with your opinions of our school."

Luka did not answer, he knew he was in enough trouble already,

"That's what I thought," he nodded, "Headphones, and whatever it is they are attached to." He opened his hand expectantly,

Luka rolled his eyes, handed over his music player and pulled the headphones out from his shirt before he handed them over too.

"Thank you." Professor Cuvier wickedly smiled, "And you, Miss?"

"Rose Asher, Sir." Rose nodded,

"Ahh yes, our newbie." He sighed, "Hats are against our dress code, remove it at once."

"Oh- Sorry, sir." Rose slowly pulled her hat from her head and held it sheepishly in her hands, Her long black curls fell around her shoulders,

Luka couldn't hold back a small smile, he'd only ever seen her with her hat. And he immediately rather liked her hair down.

"Do you have a hair tie, Miss Asher?" He glared,

Rose nodded, she pulled a red ribbon from her back and pulled her hair up into a ponytail,

"Ensure this doesn't happen again,"

"Yes sir,"

"Good, come with me to the office. We'll set you up with your supplies and arrange a fellow student for you to shadow."

"Oh- Actually," Rose said, "L- Mr Mitchell already offered to assist me this first week."

"Did he?" He glared at Luka,

"I did sir," Luka nodded,

"Humm-" Professor Cuvier scoffed, "I would recommend selecting a more... academically focused student to shadow Miss Asher. Good to begin as you mean to go on."

Luka bit his bottom lip and glared daggers into Professor Cuvier's eyes.

"With all due respect Professor Cuvier, I would prefer to shadow someone I trust. And that would be Mr Mitchell." Rose smiled,

"Very well." He snapped, "Come." He turned on his heels and began to walk to the office,

"Thanks," Luka whispered as they followed,

"You're welcome," she smiled, as she fixed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Chapter Seven - Roast Quail

Luka pushed open the front door with a slight shove, the creak of the hinges echoed in the stillness of the late afternoon. He kicked the door closed behind him with a soft thud. After he tossed his messenger bag onto the staircase, the fabric hit the steps with a gentle plop, he made his way into the busy kitchen.

As he leaned against the doorframe, the warm, savoury scents enveloped him. His mother, Julliet, was the centre of the action. Stood at the kitchen island, her hair was meticulously styled, cascaded in soft waves, and her make-up was fresh and vibrant. She wore her tall heels and her body was elegantly encased in a blue sparkly dress that shimmered subtly under the kitchen lights. A yellow apron, slightly askew from her hurried movements, was tied around her waist.

In front of her, a large, stainless steel bowl rested precariously on the countertop. Julliet gripped a wooden spoon, her brow furrowed in concentration as she attempted to mash the steaming potatoes within.

Luka watched for a moment, a smile crept onto his face at the sight of his mother. "Hey..."

"Ahh! Hello, Luka darling!" she greeted,

"What uhh... what's going on here?" Luka raised an eyebrow,

"I'm making dinner, Roast quail and trimmings."

"... Mom, I haven't seen you cook since I was twelve." Luka narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Yes, well..." she trailed off, "It's about time I did."

"Don't you have a date with Steven tonight?"

"No, I just want to spend time at home with my darling boy,"

"Okay..."

"So, how about you go put on your nice clothes and set the table for dinner."

"I just got back from classes, why do I need to be in my nice clothes to have dinner?" Luka asked as his suspicion grew,

"It's fun to dress up, and we're using the dining room today might as well make the most of it." she smiled,

"The dining room?" He questioned,

"Yes, we're having a nice big dinner, wearing our best, and using the dining room. Won't it be lovely Darling?"

Suddenly it all clicked in his mind, "Mom?"

"Yes, Luka?"

"Who's coming to dinner?" He glared at her to ensure she couldn't avoid his question,

"Why would anyone be coming to dinner?" She laughed unconvincingly, unable to meet his eyes,

"Who is it?" He pushed the matter,

"Alright." She gave in, "Steven is coming to dinner."

"Lovely, Have fun," he told her before he headed for the door,

"No, no." She stopped him, "All of us."

"Seriously, I'll eat later. Or go out-"

"Luka." She stopped, "Steven is a part of my life now, and he wants to meet you. I want my two favourite boys to spend dinner with me." She smiled as she took his hands,

Luka rolled his eyes, "Fine." he accepted begrudgingly,

"Thank you," she smiled, "Nice clothes, Please."

"Alright," he nodded,

Luka grabbed his bag and ascended the staircase to his bedroom, the familiar creak of the floorboards beneath his feet echoed softly in the quiet house. Once inside, he tossed his backpack onto the bed, where it landed with a soft thud against the neatly made covers. He swiftly changed into a crisp grey shirt and his dark jeans. After a glance in the mirror, he gave himself a generous spray of deodorant, followed by a few spritzes of his cheaper cologne.

He made his way back down the stairs, to the dining room. As he entered, he found his mother, Julliet, meticulously positioned the dining table settings. The table was adorned beautifully, with elegant settings for each place, delicate flowers in a vase at the centre, and an array of dishes artfully displayed, all ready for the evening's meal.

"Am I acceptable?" He asked,

"Of course, you are my darling." she cooed, as she rested her hands on his shoulders, "You look very handsome." she kissed his cheek,

"Mom," he complained before he hastily wiped it away.

The doorbell then rang and Julliet rushed to the door, Luka sighed.

Before long, she reappeared, her arm elegantly linked with that of a tall and slender gentleman. He had thinning blonde hair that caught the light in a soft sheen. Dressed in a crisp light yellow shirt that contrasted with his black trousers. In his other hand, he held a bottle of wine,

"Luka Darling, This is my boyfriend." Julliet introduced,

"Well hiya sport," He greeted, "Steven Franklin, Pleasure to meet you." he offered his hand,

"Hi." Luka forced a pleasant smile and shook the man's hand a little firmer than he first intended,

"Whoa- quite the grip there!" Steven Laughed,

"Yeah, sorry." he shrugged,

"Jul- Your mother has told me so much about you."

"Yeah, great..."

"Well, let's open up our wine." Julliet smiled,

The three took their seats at the table and Julliet built them each a plate full of food,

"Thank you beautiful," Steven smiled blowing her a kiss as he took his plate,

Luka thought back the urge to roll his eyes, as he took his own plate. "Thanks, Mom."

The meal was silent but the clacks of cutlery against plates, and the gentle coo's between Steven and Julliet. Luka very much felt like a third wheel, and began to speed up his food so he could escape to his room and start texting Rose.

"So, Luka?" Steven broke the silence,

"Yeah?" He glanced up,

"What did you get up to today?"

"...class."

"Oh, did you enjoy it?"

"Ughh, it was class." he shrugged, "So no."

"No? I loved my classes, I couldn't help but leap out of bed to get there on time." Steven smiled, "I went to Gotham High you know,"

"Cool."

"Your mother tells me you're at Gotham Prep?"

"Yeah."

"Very impressive, you need to be pretty smart to keep to the curve there." He laughed, "You must be a little genius,"

"Nope."

"Ohh now don't be modest,"

"No, really I've been the lowest-grading kid for the last three years."

"Oh?" he nodded, "Well I uhh I bet you must be super involved them, couldn't afford to lose student council or top athlete right?"

"Don't do any extra" Luka replied,

"Oh..." he hummed a tad confused,

"If you're wondering how I haven't been kicked out yet," Luka sighed, "I'm on the Scholar program,"

"Ahh." He nodded in understanding, "How uhh-" he began,

But Luka immediately knew the question, "We don't pay for it."

Steven hummed and nodded,

"His godfather handles it." Julliet smiled as she sipped her wine,

"Fascinating."

"So." She changed the subject, "We have something we wanted to discuss with you."

"Right?" Luka raised an eyebrow,

"How would you feel about me hanging out here more often?" Steven suggested,

"...sure," Luka shrugged, a little confused. As his mother's boyfriends had never asked about being here before,

"How about if he hung out with us every day?" she asked,

"Like, Move in with us?"

"If that's okay with you?" Steven smiled,

Luka sat silently for a moment, he didn't really want him to move in with them, but he also saw how much his mother wanted this and he knew he'd be moving out as soon as he graduated anyway.

"Sure, I don't see why not."

"Thank you my darling," Julliet smiled,

"Thank you, I promise we'll stay out of your way." Steven smiled,

"Yeah." Luka nodded as he finished up with his food, "May I be excused?"

"Alright," she nodded,

"Thanks."

"Course I'm sure you have things to do," Steven laughed, "Lovely to meet you Luka, hopefully, we can spend some time together once I get moved in."

"Yeah, sure." Luka forced out as he got out of his chair and quickly headed to his room,

Chapter Eight - Over Crowded

Luka stepped out of his bathroom, feeling the cool air brush against his skin as beads of water clung to his body. He had a towel securely wrapped around his waist, while a second towel draped around his neck captured the steady trickle of water sliding down his thick curls. The damp locks fell slightly over his forehead, giving him a tousled look. He glanced around his room, the evening streetlights filtering through the curtains, his room lit by only a small orange lamp on his desk. Spotting his phone lying haphazardly on his unmade bed, he reached out and picked it up, the screen lighting up in his hand. As he quickly clicked his messages, his heart raced a little at the thought of chatting with Rose, his fingers hovering over her name.

Luka - Hey, just got out of the shower 🚿. Are you ready to call now? 📞

Before he tossed his damp towel into the overflowing hamper in the corner of his room. Setting his phone down on his cluttered desk, he carefully propped it up with a stack of books, their spines faded from years of use. The familiar buzz of notifications began to vibrate against the surface, creating a rhythmic disturbance in the quiet of the room.

He opened the drawer of his wardrobe, rummaging through its chaotic contents until his fingers brushed against a pair of vibrant red boxers. He pulled them out, and swiftly slipped them on, just as the vibrating phone continued to demand his attention. He glanced over and smiled, to see Rose's call. Her little picture filled his screen so he quickly clicked to accept it.

A soft glow emanated from the screen as she appeared, her figure dressed in thigh-high white socks that hugged her legs, paired with a pair of small cotton shorts and her loose-fitting hoodie. Her hair was in a bun. She sat comfortably in her desk chair, which creaked softly under her slight weight,

Behind her, the scene was cosy and inviting. Her bed was meticulously made, showcasing crisp white sheets tucked neatly beneath a fluffy comforter. Above the headboard, a string of slightly blue fairy lights twinkled gently. A print of a majestic phoenix adorned the wall,

"Hey!" He greeted rubbing his towel over his wet hair,

"Oh! Uhh hi, Luka?" Rose gasped her eyes firmly on Luka's half-naked body being presented through her phone,

Luka was confused by her tone so glanced at his phone and saw Rose's face, in that exact moment he realized if he could see her. Then... she can see him. So...he was basically giving her a free thirst trap, As he stood in only his boxers fresh out of the shower. Without hesitation, he jumped out of the phone camera's view and immediately began apologizing, "Oh my god- Rose I am so so sorry- I didn't mean to- I didn't-"

"It's okay," she cooed, "It's my fault, I assumed we were video calling. I should have asked first. I can swap it?"

"No, no it uhh it's okay, I wanna video call with you." he blushed as he quickly grabbed a shirt and some sweatpants, he tossed them on and came back into the camera's view, "Hi, again."

"Hi." she waved,

"Sorry about that, I uhh I hope it's okay." He said as he sat on his desk chair,

"It's fine, I'm not complaining." she shrugged,

They both laughed a little,

"So? What's up with you today?"

"Nothing much, just chores. Mom's still at work."

"Ahh, you gonna be okay? Home alone?"

"She'll be home in a bit, she never works nights. Says she doesn't trust this place."

"Can't say I blame her."

"What about you?"

"Fine, fine, normal stuff." He shrugged, not really wanting to tell her he'd been running around Wayne Manor all day, "Tired."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, not getting much sleep." he rubbed his eyes,

"Oh, your mom?"

"Yeah." he sighed, "I liked it better when she was out every night at least then it was quiet, now I just have to lay with a pillow over my head listening to '-eak -eak -eak -eak -eak'"

Rose laughed,

"Yeah, I swear I have learned so much about my mother since he moved in. None of which I EVER wanted to know,"

"Aww you poor thing,"

"Thanks, I'll be fine. I'm sure they'll cut it out soon."

"You can only hope."

"I don't know, house seems so... crowded now. Like Overcrowded." He sighed, "Feel like a third wheel around this place,"

"I'm sorry,"

"It's not your fault Rose."

"I know, but still I wish I could help."

"You are a help, Rose," he told her, "You're texts, calls, getting to hang out and vent with you. It's nice, "

"Well, I'm glad I can be of help, even just a little bit."

"You help me more than you know, Rosie." he smiled,

"Awwww!" she blushed, "You're too sweet to me,"

"I try my best," He joked,

The two settled into their familiar rhythm as they chatted for a solid couple of hours, They delved into discussions about their classes, sharing frustrations over difficult assignments and the pressures of upcoming exams. Each story was laced with laughter and exasperation often interrupting each other with amusing anecdotes that filled the air with their infectious laughter. In typical fashion, they also found time to complain and rant about everything and nothing, the usual banter that characterized their calls. From the latest ridiculous trends on social media to shared grievances about the weather, they let their thoughts flow freely, relishing the opportunity to voice their opinions without judgment with one another.

"We should call off then, don't want to keep you up too long," Rose smiled,

"It's alright, I don't mind." Luka answered, "Unless you wanna head to bed,"

She nodded and yawned, "I think so,"

"Okay, I'll see you on Monday at school anyway right?"

"Course, and I know we'll text tomorrow."

"I'm sure we will."

"Oh, Luka?"

"Yeah?"

"I think your shirt's inside out,"

"Is it?" he glanced down at himself, "Damn it, must have done it in my rush." he shrugged as he gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, "Wait... now it's inside out?" He asked as he looked over his shirt, he was confused given it was inside out and now he pulled it off and still inside out, so it... it must have been the right way the first time - "Rose?"

Rose blushed and giggled slightly,

"My shirt was fine wasn't it?" he smirked,

"It was," she admitted,

"Rose!"

"I was just curious to see again."

"Hey!" He playfully joked,

"Sorry," she blushed

"It's alright, I'm not complaining." He shrugged,

"I just wanted to have another look before we call off."

"Yeah?" he blushed, "You just wanted to see?" he smirked as he tossed his shirt from his hands and leant back against his chair,

"You're very cute," she blushed,

"Well you're very cute too," He smiled, "Maybe I should call you shirtless every day." he winked,

She playfully rolled her eyes, "Goodnight Luka."

"Goodnight Rose," he smiled

The two waved softly to each other before they called off and Luka's phone went black,

Luka sat in his chair for a moment the smile falling from his lips, as he already felt like he missed the sound of her voice and the sweet view of her face. He tossed his shirt back on and took his phone with him to the bed, He shut off his light and left his phone to charge. Before he wrapped his arms around his pillow,

"Goodnight, sweet Rosie," he whispered into the darkness before he began to drift off to sleep.

Chapter Nine - Work Out

Deep within Wayne Manor, Luka grunted with every exertion, his muscles straining against the challenge of the pull-up bar. His fingers curled tightly around the cool, metallic pole, trembling slightly as he fought to maintain his grip through his leather gloves and bandages. Beads of sweat traced a path down his forehead, mingling with the determination etched on his face. With each chin-up, he focused intently, counting silently to himself,

Luka was clad in the same striking outfit he always chose for his training sessions. His red leggings hugged his legs snugly, The sleek black muscle tee clung to his frame. A harness of weights was strapped securely around his shoulders and waist. His arms bore the evidence of his hard work, wrapped in bandages and plasters that barely concealed the bruises he had accumulated during countless challenging sessions.

He kept his legs straight, feeling the tension run through his body, like a taut wire, as he pulled himself upward. Each ascent was a battle, but he maintained a steady rhythm, his breath coming in measured gasps.

"You're remarkably on the ball today?" Alfred laughed from the mat,

"Yeah." Luka snapped back,

"You trying to work off a pizza, I don't know about?" He joked,

"No, it's nothing," Luka replied between gasps,

"Mhm... sure." he nodded, "Hang time. Go on."

"Can't... I... Do... A... few... more..." He gasped,

Alfred paused, "Hang time. Now."

Luka groaned and did as he was told climbing up onto the bar and hanging down from only his leg grip, "Can't I do a few more pull-ups? Or a while more on the treadmill?" he pleaded,

"Luka, have you somehow been replaced by a CrossFit robot?"

"No, I just want to do alot of cardio and weights." he shrugged,

"You need slower, cool down stuff too or you'll end up hurting yourself."

"I know..." he whined, "But I just think-"

"What?"

"That doing a more intense workout will be better for me."

"Mhm..." Alfred nodded, "Why?"

"I just want to," Luka lied,

"You know Luka if you're having any issues with your confi-"

"I'm fine Alfred." he snapped, "I just... want to work out a little more,"

"Horse. Go on."

Luka rolled his eyes but jumped down and headed over to the brown pommel horse, he climbed up and began the usual routine so drilled into his mind he didn't need to think about it, holding each stay to his limit as was always the rules.

"Any late-night snack cupboard trips you want to hide from your mother?" Alfred asked, using this excuse to pry into Luka's mind while he was focused.

"I'm not ten anymore."

"Hence why I asked." he glared,

"You planning on fighting some boys at school?" Alfred asked,

"I'm not fourteen!" He complained,

"Alright, some cute little thing at school?"

Luka was silent, almost tumbling off the horse.

"Oh?"

"No!"

"Is there?"

"No... no... course not... what a... what a foolish-"

"Luka, is there some cute little thing at school you're trying to impress? Wanting to work out more maybe get to look nice with your shirt off?"

"...Maybe." He blushed as he jumped down,

"Who are they?"

"It's nothing-" Luka answered, "I just... She's nice, cute, sweet, adorable, pretty, smart... I just... I like her. And I wanna spend more time with her. Get to know her. I don't want to rush into anything stupid."

"Well, I'm thankful for that." he nodded, "I've had quite enough running around cleaning up Bruce's messes, I am too old to be dealing with yours."

"I know," Luka blushed, "I'm not stupid, I'm not gonna do anything dumb,"

"You think she might like you too?"

"I hope so... it's too early to really tell if she likes me back."

"Do you want her to?"

"...yeah."

"Well, there's no fault in asking."

"You think so?"

"What could go wrong," Alfred shrugged,

"Thanks." Luka smiled,

"Go on, hit the shower."

Luka nodded thoughtfully, a contemplative look crossing his face as he turned to head toward the shower. He took a few steps forward, but then suddenly paused, his hand lingering on the doorframe. "Uhh Alfred?"

"Yes, Luka?"

"Maybe uhh... could you not tell Mr Wayne about this?"

"And why shouldn't I inform Mr Wayne about your new enthusiasm for exercise."

"You know what he gets like," Luka sighed, "I just... kinda want, Rose to be all mine for a while you know? Just my little secret."

"Not a word," Alfred promised,

"Thank you!" He flashed a quick smile, the kind that lit up his eyes, before he dashed off toward the bathroom, eager to jump into the refreshing cascade of water from the showerhead.

Chapter Ten - 4.35AM

The sun had yet to rise over the sprawling metropolis of Gotham, cloaking the city in deep shadows and a blanket of tranquillity. The streets, slick from the previous night's rain, bore silent puddles that mirrored the dim light of the early morning sky, creating a serene yet haunting atmosphere. It was a strange kind of stillness as if the world were holding its breath, waiting for the day to awaken.

Luka lay nestled in his bed, the covers drawn snugly around his waist, providing warmth against the cool air that crept to him. His unruly curls fanned out across the pillow, framing a face that was peaceful in slumber. His arms hung over the edges of the pillow, relaxed and devoid of tension, while his mouth hung slightly open, allowing soft breaths to escape, punctuated by the occasional light snore. A small pool of drool formed at the corner of his mouth, as he blissfully dreamed through the quiet moments before dawn.

But his peace was soon interrupted,

The jarring clatter of bedsprings reverberated through the room, mingling with the relentless thud of the headboard as it struck the walls with an almost frantic rhythm. Broken only by his mother's screaming and Steven's grunts.

Luka slowly peeled open his heavy eyelids, He felt a frown creasing his forehead as he instinctively recognised the sound that cut through the morning silence.

With a resigned sigh that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room, he turned his head, seeking refuge in the soft, familiar embrace of his pillow.

He pressed his face against the cool fabric, trying to muffle the unwelcome noise, or perhaps trying to smother himself in it.

But alas he was wide awake.

He turned and grabbed his phone from the charger,

He bit back a groan when he saw the numbers,

'4.35 AM'

Luka reluctantly forced himself up from the warmth of his bed, the remnants of sleep still clinging to him. He rubbed his tired eyes and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. The soft light of morning filtered through the curtains, but he knew the atmosphere in the house would be anything but peaceful. With a heavy sigh, he trudged into the small, cluttered bathroom, his feet cold against the tiled floor.

He quickly discarded his comfortable shorts, letting them fall into a heap on the floor. Turning on the faucet, he adjusted the temperature until the water ran hot and steamy, filling the air with warmth. He stepped under the cascade, feeling the heat envelop him, and began scrubbing his skin with fervour. Each scrub felt cathartic, as he focused on washing away not just the dirt but the frustration he felt towards the sounds echoing from his mother's room. He lathered up with soap, working meticulously to cleanse every inch of himself, splashing water over his body to mask the unwelcome noise that managed to break through the bathroom door.

After what felt like an eternity in the shower, Luka finally allowed the water to wash away the last remnants of his thoughts. He reluctantly stepped out, letting the cool air hit his damp skin as he reached for a fluffy towel. As he dried off, the towel felt soft against his skin, soothing him momentarily as he dressed in his go-to lazy day outfit of comfortable joggers and a loose-fitting t-shirt that hung off his frame.

Luka groaned softly, cringing at the cacophony seeping through the walls. Determined to shield himself from it, he reached for his headphones, plugging them in and cranking up the volume on his favourite playlist. He smoothed his hair, splashed cold water on his face, wrapped his bruises and broken skin, and brushed his teeth vigorously.

And even still the sound hadn't ended so he gave up and went downstairs in the hope of being further from the sounds. He made himself a large plate of French toast and poured a bowl of cereal.

He mindlessly read the back of the box as he ate his food, reading over the various fibre and sugar contents while he ate.

Luka jumped as his phone vibrated but he happily grabbed it,

Rose - Good Morning 🙂

So he quickly texted her back,

Luka - Morning 🙁

Rose - What's wrong? And why are you up so early? You don't usually reply for at least few hours?

Luka - Mom woke me up,

Rose - Her and Steven again?

Luka - Yep

Rose - Aww, you poor thing, Sorry Luka

Luka - Thanks Rose, Just annoying to deal with.

Rose - surely they'll get over it soon,

Luka jumped a little as the sudden screams and groans broke through his headphones and then silence,

Luka - Yay!

Rose - Over?

Luka - Over. Now I just pray they don't start again

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Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch. 1: The Forgotten Decade

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Oregon, 19XX

He had been watching her for a week now, where she lived, where she went to school, and hung out with her friends. She was beautiful and he had to have her,

One late afternoon he finally got up the courage to go after her.

Now here they were, in one of his sheds, “Can't Smile Without You” playing on the record; She was chained to a medical bed crying over Barry Manilow.

“Please! Please let me go! I won’t tell-”

“Shh!” He gagged her with a cloth. Listening for a moment he started to hear a child talking to themselves, the man rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t have waited at least an hour,” he glared at the girl still crying. The man grabbed a syringe, before walking to a closet across the room. Opening the door, a little girl was playing with a black baby doll.

“Daddy!” She smiled up at him. “Look the baby not sleep!” she showed him the doll.

“Uh oh,” he grabbed the doll. “I have to teach a lesson.”

“Oh no! Can I come out now?” The little girl asked.

The man picked her up, “Not until you’ve had your nap young lady, you know how you get when you’re cranky.”

“Awe…” the toddler pouted.

“Yeah, I know,” the man also pouted before sticking the syringe in her leg. His daughter slowly fell unconscious, he dropped her on the floor of the closet before closing the door; “Now! Where were we?” He picked a pair of pliers walking over to the medical table.

“Please..please let me go, I won’t tell anyone,” the girl on the table cried.

“Shh…” he rubbed her head. “It’s okay, I’ll let you go I just need a favor”

“Okay, fine whatever you want,” she smiled sort of relieved.

“Say ‘ahh..’ ” he pried her mouth open before putting the pliers in.

She screamed.

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Present day, Hell

“Welcome to today’s activity! Decade day!” Charlie clapped excitedly. “Everyone should be dressed as the decade they were born, and we can all mingle with each other about our favorite parts of that time period!”

Sinners dressed from the early 1700s to the present clapped before mingling with each other, the princess of hell and Vaggie walked around listening to residents complimenting outfits and critiquing them, “This is amazing! I can’t believe how many people decided to participate,” Charlie squealed.

“It’s all thanks to you babe, a lot of these new generations of sinners believe in change and want to get better-” Vaggie was interrupted by the sight of the Radio Demon in his everyday suit, “Alastor! You said you’d participate,” she groaned.

“I am, this was very popular in my day,” he fixed his tie, looking smugly at the angel.

“Bastardo engreído,” Vaggie glared.

Translation: Smug bastard.

“Well Alastor you look very spiffy,” Charlie snapped fingers guns at the overlord.

“Why thank you my dear,” Alastor smiled at her before the couple walked away.

They continued seeing everybody then got to Eric, Ezekiel, Erin and Bean. “Look at you guys! Eric I didn’t know you were born in the 80s!” Charlie looked amazed at his leather jacket.

“He’s not, he’s just copying me,” Bean crossed her arms. Her hair was teased and she wore punk rock like clothing, you could tell who actually lived through the time period.

“I put a twist on the activity, decade I lived through nah, how about a decade I should’ve been born in?” Eric smirked posing.

“He’s jealous cause his time period sucked,” Ezekiel elbowed him in the gut.

“Right.. because the 1920s were so much better,” Eric pushed him.

“Guys come on,” Vaggie rolled her eyes. “Men.”

Bean rolled her eyes, getting between the sinners to stop from fighting. Charlie was glad she had decided to stay at the hotel, she helped out a lot and joined in on activities; Charlie felt as if this was to keep Bean from thinking about something else but she was glad to have the extra help. She turned to see Erin wearing just a shirt that said “Ageless” and shorts.

“Erin! Cute top..um what decade are you from?” Charlie smiled at the siren.

“Um.. the thing is, I don’t know, I don’t know when I died all I know is that I was 16 when I died, but I don’t know when that was..” Erin looked down playing with her necklace, “I just thought the shirt would be funny.”

“Awe..I’m so sorry, I just love the shirt, and it’s okay you could’ve just dressed up as your favorite decade as well-”

“Seriously?!” A voice yelled. Everyone became quiet, turning to an angry Voe, “What the hell is the point of this activity then Charlie?! This is stupid!” She raged before storming upstairs.

“What was that about?” Vaggie raised an eyebrow.

“Smiles still isn’t talkin to her,” Angel leaned on Vaggie’s head. He looked at her, “That’s what people wore in your time period?”

Vaggie pushed Angel off her, “Yes!”

“Yikes,” He said before walking away.

“Anyway…” Eric slowly turned to Erin. “I just had the best idea!” He held her by her shoulders.

“What?” She looked around nervously.

“A mystery!” Eric smiled.

“A murder mystery,” Ezekiel chimed in.

“Wait wait wait, you don’t know that she was murdered,” Vaggie said.

“Actually my dad says that usually a sinner with memory loss died in a traumatic way, so it could be murder,” Charlie shrugged.

“Oh no! I was murdered?!” Erin gasped.

“You bet your sweet bottom ass baby you were,” Eric twirls her into him. “And me, you, Zeke, Bean and the viewers are gonna solve this mystery.”

“Wait-” Bean was interrupted by Charlie screaming.

“A murder mystery podcast?! We’re listening to every episode!!” She hugged Vaggie.

Eric takes out a tape recorder, starting to record, “Episode One, Part One…”

“The Forgotten Decade”

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“Good evening everyone, welcome back to Ravin’ wit Rave,” Eric said into the microphone. “I know what you’re thinking, ‘wasn’t he just on?’ And ‘why does he sound so serious?’ I’ll tell you why, we have an unsolved mystery on our hands. I’m here with Erin, a 16 year old-”

“Eric!” Bean said loudly.

Eric stopped the podcast, “What?!” This was the fourth time someone had interrupted him.

“I gotta go” Bean put her jacket on.

“What?! No I - I mean we need you!” Eric ripped his headphones off.

Bean looked at the three sinners before rolling her eyes, she didn’t even want to do this but she couldn’t let them down. They were her friends I guess; at least according to them, “Fine, my advice is if you really want to do this then you should probably think about the year you died; what was it like, were there cellphones stuff like that. it’ll help you decide what kind of sinner you’re looking for.”

“That makes total sense, why didn’t we think of that,” Zeke gasped.

“This is gonna be great,” Erin smiled.

“Yeah well, you guys have fun and I’ll be back…I’ll be back whenever,” Bean said before leaving.

Bean walked down the streets that were full of a lot more chaos than usual, ever since Voe killed the Vees lower sinners felt more confident; Bean knows she did. Sinners banded together and protected each other, more joined the hotel. Of course there was a downside to this, the higher up sinners fought back and would win; this is why she invested in a handgun and a switchblade. Walking by she looked up at V-Tower, the Vees got back about a month ago and didn’t waste time rebuilding their empire and it didn’t take any longer for people to pick sides. Team Voe or Team Vees, Bean was of course on Voe’s side however sometimes she wondered how Vox was, that flat faced bastard deserved to get fucked but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Bean walked into “Ruby’s” . It was pretty busy, sinners were sweeping, wiping down poles, tables and glasses; Ruby kept moving the grand opening date because it “wasn’t the right day” she was so dramatic.

“Bean my darling!” The overlord came from behind beaded curtains, Ruby kissed Bean on the forehead.

“Um hi, club looks nice,” Bean smiled as both sinners sat at the bar.

“Trixie sweetie makes us an acid martini please,” Ruby smiled at the hellhound behind the bar. “She’s sweet.”

Trixie placed two glasses of a green sizzling liquid in front of them, “Thank you,” Bean pulled the glass towards herself.

“Koman sa va?” Ruby sipped from her glass.

Translation: How are you?

“Fine I suppose, I’ve been kind of bored,” Bean rolled her eyes.

“I’m surprised Alastor doesn’t have you killing anyone for him, you were ready to do anything for the Radio Demon,” Ruby smirked.

Bean rolled her eyes, Alastor had “apologized” to her, and by “apologizing” ; it was more like a “I’m Alastor, I can’t help it.” But he said it in a charming and confusing way that Bean never understood; he started hanging out with her but she was sure it was to tick Voe off, she was not trying to be in the middle of that. “I’m done with men.”

“Uh huh, I bet you are,” Ruby didn’t sound convinced.

“Look, I have things to do today so why did you call me down here?”

“Oh!” Ruby sat up looking across the room, “Sha!” She waved to a slim demon, she had gray skin, yellow eyes and coily brown hair tied in a large puff with a white streak. “Come here my love,” she gestured to the demon.

The woman walked over to Ruby and Bean, “Bean this is Gigi, she’s new to hell and will be staying with me; Gigi this is my daughter Bean.” Gigi stared at Bean, Bean wondered if she had something on her face, “Don’t be rude, say something,” Ruby rolled her eyes.

Gigi cleared her throat, “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she shook Bean’s hand.

“Uh huh,” Bean looks at Ruby. “Why did I need to be here?”

“Well..I talked to Lucifer and Gigi is going to be at the hotel, I’d want her to have a friend to get her started, you’d do that for mommy won’t you? Oh who am I kidding? You don’t have a choice!” Ruby laughed.

Gigi stared at a miserable Bean, smiling a little, “I hate you,” Bean glared before storming out.

“Adyeu,” Ruby blew a kiss. She turned to Gigi who was beaming, “Yeah…you’re fired.”

“You said I could stay here!” Gigi was flabbergasted.

“You are terrible at everything! The tables are never clean, you can’t use a register. You can’t dance; you look weird when you strip or climb a pole, and my glasses, which were a gift from Asmodeus himself, have YOUR fingerprints on them!” Ruby shows her a glass covered in multiple smudges, and Trixie shakes her head disappointed. “And besides, don’t you want to spend quality time with your daughter?”

“From the way you were talking to her she might as well be your daughter,” Gigi crossed her arms.

“Oh Eugenia, always taking the cowardly route,” Ruby smirked. “I need you out tonight, I need that room for a very special guest.”

“Who?”

“None of your business,” she stands up to leave. “Be out in an hour.”

Gigi pouts, it was either the hotel or be homeless..

“Fuck.”

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“You want me to come back and work for you?” Bean sat on Valentino’s sofa.

“That’s what I said," he smirked, sitting on the couch across from her.

“Why don’t you call Angel, isn’t he the one who made you the most money?” Bean raised an eyebrow.

“That prick hasn’t returned any of my calls,” He growled.

“Awe..” Bean pouted sarcastically.

“I only have 20,000 souls now because of the Radio Demon’s little bitch, I at least wanna get my Sugar back,” he took a drag from his cigarette blowing out pink smoke.

“You tried to crush my head” she crossed her arms.

“Look, I know you’re getting bored at that hotel,” he waves her off.

“I am not.”

“Well I know you’re getting tired of being broke, your money is running low; I bet this is the third time you’ve worn that shirt,” he smirked.

Bean didn't answer, she was starting to feel a little upset, she’d never worn the same outfit twice in the same week; people barely knew her. She took a breath, “Can I think about it?”

Valentino grinned, kissing her hand before slowly licking it, “You sure can, baby.” Bean ripped her hand away, wiping the slimy saliva off of it. She got up to leave when the door opened, Bean stood frozen in place seeing Vox.

“Val there’s a meeting in ten, get your fat ass-” Vox looked from his phone, noticing Bean staring at him, his eyes widened.

Bean felt her face heat up, she wanted to say something but didn’t even know what the right thing was. Clearing her throat she mustered up a simple, “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” The TV Demon raised an eyebrow.

“I wanted to see about getting my job back..” Bean messed with the bottom of her shirt.

“Oh really? Vox smirked. “But didn’t you quit? And I don’t know if I’m too fond of Voe’s friends in my establishment.”

“I worked for Val not you,” Bean’s blood began to boil.

“Well Val works for me, so he does what I say,” Vox grins, his voice becoming slightly distorted. Bean glared at him, and his grin got bigger.

“Well..if you want a job I’m sure there’s something I can find for you chica,” Val leaned back on the sofa.

“Great,” Bean smiled at Val. “Call me when you need me,” she winked at the moth as Vox’s grin fell before Bean left the room.

Vox slowly turned to Valentino, “What actual fuck?!” His voice was distorted.

“What…don’t be jealous baby, it isn’t a good look for you,” Val smirked. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this new side.” The Tv demon rolled his eyes.

Vox scoffed, “Get your ass to the conference room.”

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“Here we are at Siren Springs Cassius-”

“Actually it’s Casper,” Casper interrupted Eric.

“Whatever, we’ve got some questions to ask you and your mermaid buddies,” Zeke stepped up.

“Fine, as long as you bring me up to Voe on your next podcast,” Casper led them to a large lake filled with sirens sitting on rocks and playing in the water.

Eric, Zeke, and Erin stood in front of the lake looking amazed, “Casper! Who are these guys?!” A male siren shouted.

“We’ll be asking the questions here buddy,” Eric crossed his arms. At the moment the sinners in the water started spewing water from their mouths at the three. Casper pulled them to the side.

“Okay you can not talk to them like that,” Casper whispered to them. “They don’t respond to demands, be nice or they’ll rip you to pieces.”

“Like emotionally?” Erin asked.

“Come on, and let me do the talking,” The four started walking back to the lake. “Hey guys! Sorry about that, they’re just uh..hungry I guess.”

“Then tell the bitch to eat a granola bar,” a female siren rolled her eyes.

“Anyway.. this is Erin,” Casper gently pushed her forward. “She needs our help.” He gestured for her to get in the water. Erin got into the lake, it was still scary for her, but if she didn’t think about it, it was easy to forget her fears. The sirens surrounded her, touching her hair, tail and skin; though they were in the water their touches felt warm and soft as if she could tell them everything

“What are they doing?” Zeke mumbled.

“Making her feel comfortable,” Casper answered. “We’re more comfortable around our own, they’ll help.”

“Fuck yeah,” Eric smiled.

The sinners stopped touching Erin, “What do you need?”

“I can’t remember when or how I died, I believe I was murdered,” Erin spoke to them. The sirens give each other worried looks then look back at her.

“You probably won’t ever remember sweetie,” A female siren said.

“That’s bullshit,” Eric blurted. Everyone looked at him.

“Excuse me?” The siren narrowed her eyes.

Eric sat down in the grass pulling out the tape recorder, “What’s your name?”

The demon looked at him like he lost his mind, “Wynter,” she answered.

“Well Wynter, what evidence says she won’t remember?” He raised an eyebrow.

“We’re in Hell, this is a punishment meaning that we’re supposed to remember what happened to us, so we never forget what we did; that fact that she can’t remember means something traumatic happened to her,” Wynter leaned against the edge of the lake.

“What about death?” Erin chimed in.

“Most siren’s deaths are usually centered around drowning, maybe there was an accident; maybe you fell,” Casper shrugged. “Is there anything you remember?”

Erin thought for a second, “Snow, and trees, lots of them.”

“Like a forest,” Zeke snapped his fingers. Erin nodded

“I remember screaming, in pain; like I was trying to get out of something. I was sitting in the snow, I think,” She continued.

“Alright alright, let’s say you were murdered; you’ve come to the wrong place babe,” a male sinner stood up.

“And you are?” Eric asked.

“Percy,” the siren smirked before turning to Erin. “We’re not really associated with that, we’re more on the manipulation side of hell; we get what we want through our voice and in the bed,” Percy winked.

“Ugh who does this guy think he is?” Eric rolled his eyes.

“What should I do?” Erin looked up at him.

“Have a chat with an overlord is my advice,” Percy replied.

“Percy! That’s a terrible idea!” Wynter glared at him.

“His ideas are always the worst,” a siren mumbled in the back.

“Why?” Zeke asked.

“Overlords are the only sinners that were crazy enough to kill women and children, how do you think they got the power to become an overlord? They had the power up on earth, trust me an overlord is the way to go.”

“Of course! Why didn't I think of that?!” Eric looked at Casper.

“Because it’s a terrible idea,” Casper rolled his eyes.

“E let’s roll!” Zeke helped Erin out of the water.

The three sinners ran off, “Thanks Casino! I owe you one!” Eric shouted in the distance.

“It’s Casper!” Casper shouted. “And you owe me recognition! Don’t forget to tell Voe about me!” Percy sighed, putting his arm around him, “Think they’ll remember?” He looked at him.

“Oh absolutely not,” Percy pat him on the back. “They’re idiots, I’m gonna miss them; what about you Wynter? You gonna miss them?” He smirked at a glaring Wynter. She said nothing, spitting water at him before going underwater. “Jokes on you, I’m used to bodily fluids on me!”

“Should I go after them?” Casper asked, looking into the tall grass.

“Absolutely not,” Percy pat him on the back.

Wynter slowly emerged from the water looking into the grass.

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“That’s not what I told you to do!” Bean scolded the three.

“You said to go get info!” Eric yelled.

“I said to re-jog her memory, not start a fight with sirens and interrogate overlords! You guys are gonna get yourselves killed!” She paced the living room, they couldn’t be left alone for a DAY; it was ridiculous.

“Exactly! That’s why we need your guidance!” Zeke smiled. “You’re like our older sister!”

“No She isn’t!” Eric pushed him. “You’re smart, and hot, we need that smart beauty that I - we know and love,” he put his arm around her.

Bean looked at the sinners, they looked desperate and sad; it was making her sad. She sighed, “Fine I will help you.”

“YES!” Eric said a little too excited.

“But! Do not be weird! And we should listen to each other because that’s like teamwork I guess,” she shrugged.

“Yay! Our sister’s here to help!” Erin hugged her.

“On three! B.E.E.E Squad!” Eric shouted.

“BEEE SQUAD!” The other two repeated.

Bean shook her head, what had she gotten herself into?

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Alastor sat listening to some soft jazz in his radio station. It was pretty quiet tonight which wasn’t a problem, it was just strange. He wanted space from Voe to think, about what? He didn’t know himself, first off it was the question of trusting her again, Alastor missed their conversations, missed her touch and her soft skin; but there was no telling what she’d do. Voe couldn’t be trusted, but at the same time he looked into her eyes and saw the truth, and that’s how they got to where they are now. Did she even care? Had she moved on? Should he move on? A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Was it her? He hoped it was, but at the same time he hoped it wasn’t. He didn’t know what to do, or what he’d say. Alastor opened the door revealing a female gray demon standing in the doorway, she looked up at him nervously, her yellow eyes boring into his. “Can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you the Radio Demon?” She asked.

“Depends, who are you?” Alastor tapped the top of his cane, already becoming impatient.

“Me, my name's Eugenia..”

His eyes widened.

“I need your help.”

(Hey everyone! welcome to my new story, well more of a sequel, just some small info. First off this takes place during another fanfic “Fawning for You” it’s written by @nkirukaj the OC Voe belongs to her and obviously canon characters belong to the lovely Vizipop, other characters like Bean, Eric, Zeke, Erin, Ruby and Eugenia/Gigi are my OCs. This is an 18+ story, I can’t stop you from reading it but there will be triggering content; I will add trigger warnings and let you know when those scenes come up. I hope you enjoy my story ♏️)

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panfluidme · 1 year ago

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School Dance

Fandom: MSM Ship: Peter x Harry TWs: None

Admittedly, being in Harry's life was the best thing that's ever happened to Peter. There were some things he would change about their relationship, but he couldn't be happier with anyone else.

See, Harry Osborn and Peter Parker were dating.

No one but Aunt May and the late Uncle Ben knew.

Everyone assumed they were straight guys who didn't mind giving each other affection.

That's how Harry wanted it to be. Harry wasn't out to his father as he didn't know how his father would react to the news that his supposed best friend was his boyfriend. Norman was a hard book to read.

Peter respected Harry's boundaries, but that didn't stop him from wishing that they could be open about it. Peter wished that they could hold hands in public.

The one thing they didn't hide was school dances. Even before they were dating, they went to dances together.

It was at a dance when the two became official.

Horizon High was holding a dance. Miles, Gwen, and Anya thought it would be fun to go as a group, inviting Peter and Harry along.

They agreed to meet up at Peter's house, go out for dinner, then go to the dance.

Anya was the first one to show up, wearing a beautiful red dress with black flats. It was simple, yet elegant.

Next was Miles, wearing a dark blue suit with a red tie. He looked uncomfortable in it.

Gwen showed up two minutes later. She wore a white and pink dress.

Harry was a little late, having gotten stuck in New York City's traffic. He and Peter were wearing matching grey suits (Harry's idea).

"Hey! Sorry I'm late!"

"Let me guess," Anya spoke, a hand on her hip. "You hit traffic?"

Harry nodded, smoothing his suit down. "I did." He looked around. "Where's Pete?"

"In his room. May's helping him with his tie."

Harry chuckled and leaned against the wall.

The group didn't have to wait for Peter long as Pete came down the stairs. May had brushed his hair. He looked good.

"So, where are we going for dinner?"

"I was thinking Hearth. My dads limo's still parked up front, so we can take that."

"I always forget you're rich," Miles mumbled with a pout.

The group went out to the limo, getting into the fancy vehicle. Harry told the driver where to go.

"Our first school dance!" Miles cheered. "I've never gone to one before."

"They're not the worst thing. Harry and I've been going together since middle school."

Harry nodded. "Neither of us could get a date, but we both wanted to go. I suggested we go as friends, and we've been doing it ever since."

Harry leaned against his seat, his arms stretched out. Peter sat next to him, his shoulder brushing against Harry's fingers. Miles and Gwen sat across from them, Anya sitting on the other side of Peter.

"I was thinking we could all pay for ourselves," Anya suggested. "That way, we don't need to worry about some else paying for us."

"That sounds like a plan," Gwen agreed. "What do you think, boys?"

Miles nodded. "Sounds good."

"I was planning on paying for Pete."

"You always pay."

"And?" Harry patted Peter's shoulder. "I don't mind paying for you."

"I was going to pay for you."

"Nah. I'm buying."

Gwen laughed. "Harry, Pete, you don't need to pay for each other."

Peter shrugged. "I guess not."

"Eh, I'm still buying."

Everyone else chuckled. Soon, the limo parked and the group got out. They went inside, getting a table for five.

After eating, they went to Horizon High. It was crowded, full of students and teachers. Music was blasting. People were dancing and laughing.

"We should go dance!" Miles yelled over the music.

"Yeah!"

"As pairs or no?"

"There's five of us. Unless if we can find Pete a dance partner, he'll be dancing alone."

"Ouch."

"Sorry, Pete. I don't want to dance with you. I don't think Gwen would either."

"She's not wrong."

Peter pouted, causing the others to laugh. "You're mean."

"Pete, you're not a good dancer."

"Wow. My best friend turned against me."

Harry nudged him. "You know it's true."

Peter rolled his eyes, grinning. "As if."

"Let's find Peter someone to dance with!"

Miles ran off, the girls following behind him. Harry looked at Peter, biting his lip.

"We could always dance together if you want."

"I thought I was a terrible dancer."

"I was teasing. I love dancing with you."

Peter blushed lightly. "You do?"

Harry nodded. "It's cute."

Peter looked at him, grinning widely. "I love dancing with you too."

"We should find the others," Harry changed the subject.

Peter sighed and nodded. "We should."

The two set off, looking for their friends. They walked with their hands brushing.

They found them talking to a girl. Miles pointed to Peter, waving. The girl turned around, smiling. The couple walked over to the four.

"Peter! This is MJ!"

"Hello. Miles, Anya, and Gwen were telling me you don't have a partner." MJ offered her hand, to which Peter shook. "Lucky for you, my date stood me up, so I'm free."

"I'm sorry you got stood up."

"It's fine. I was expecting him to anyway."

"Oh."

"Let's go dance."

==Time Skippy Skip==

The group took turns dancing with each other. When they were done, they've all danced together. MJ fit right into the group.

The girls plus Miles went to get some punch while Harry and Peter went to the bathroom.

After, they decided to go to Peter's lab. The halls were empty as most people were in the gym for the dance. Peter sent a text to Miles, telling him where he and Harry were.

"So, MJ's cute," Harry said as he took off his suit jacket.

"I guess." Peter sat on his desk. "But she's not my type."

Harry stood in front of Peter, putting his hands on Peter's hips. He smirked. "Is there someone you like?"

Peter nodded. "There is."

"Then I say go for it, Pete."

Peter grinned and pressed his lips against Harry's. He put his arms around Harry's neck, trying to get rid of any space between their bodies.

They soon pulled away, putting their foreheads together and laughing. Moments like these were their favorites. When it was just the two of them and there were no secrets to hide.

"Harry."

"Hm?"

Peter grinned. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Harry kissed Peter again, slipping his tongue into Peter's mouth. He loved the quiet sounds Peter made.

They were too caught up in each other to notice the door opening, their friends coming in.

"Uh, Pete, Harry?"

They pulled apart, Harry stumbling away from Peter. Their faces were beet red.

"Hey!" Peter jumped off his desk. "What brings you here?"

"We brought you some punch."

"Thanks."

Peter nodded quickly. "Why didn't you text?"

"We did. Didn't you feel your phone buzz?"

Peter shook his head. "I put it on silent."

The group fell into an awkward silence. Harry had his arms crossed, leaning against the wall and refusing to make eye contact with anyone. Peter sat at his desk, fiddling with some string.

"How long have you two...?" Anya asked, the two knowing what she meant.

"Since 8th grade," Peter replied then paused. "Well, 8th grade is when we started kissing and stuff, but I think we started dating when we were in 6th grade, right?"

Harry nodded. "Two years after we met."

Anya hummed. "Who knows?"

"Aunt May. Uncle Ben knew when he was alive."

"Anyone else?"

Harry shook his head and walked to stand next to Peter. "I'm not out yet. Peter doesn't care who knows his sexuality, but I'm not out."

"Oh. Your dad doesn't know?"

"No. I don't know how he'll react. He's wants the best of me. He's hard to read."

"Well, if he truly loves you, he'll accept you," MJ added.

"He's never really approved of Pete."

Peter looked down. "I'm not the kind of person he would chose for Harry. I'm poor, I get overexcited, and I'm not smart enough for him."

"Peter, you're you. Who cares what he thinks of you?" Harry put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "You're amazing the way you are."

Peter blushed and looked at Harry. "But he's your dad."

"You're more important to me than he is."

Peter smiled and kissed Harry's cheek. "I'm happy to have you."

Gwen crossed her arms. "I'm guessing you two don't want anyone to know?"

"Please."

#marvel #marvel's spider man tv show #parksborn #peter parker #harry osborn #msm 2017 #oneshot

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disneyfangrl100 · 1 year ago

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Chapter Nine: The Overlords

Today was an important day. A few weeks ago after the disastrous meeting with Adam he decided to step up a take on few responsibilities as the prince of hell. After all Charlie was super busy what with Sir Pentious moving in. A few weeks ago he decided to meet with all the overlords of hell… or at least the ones in the pride ring. He wasn’t sure if their where sinners in other parts of hell.

However his favorite overlords (Aside from Alastor who he still didn’t entirely trust) were Rosy Carmilla and Zestial. Rosy was the Cannibal town overlord. Despite her title and the fact that she was a Cannibal she was actually the nicest and most welcoming person ever. As for Carmilla she was the exact opposite. She was stern and strict… he’d had to earn her respect.Eventually she’d taken him under her wing teaching him about the politics of hell and the role the overlords had… then there was Zestial.

Zestial was the oldest of the overlords. He was far more reserved than either Rosy or Carmilla. He spoke in an old fashioned Shakespearean type language and wore a black top hat. He was somewhat difficult to read but he respected Zestial. He gave him wisdom when he needed it and was a good listener as well.

However today would be his first meeting his first time meeting the other overlords. He was excited but nervous. He had told Charlie about this and she’d been proud of him. He was still nervous though. What if the Vees were there?

They were overlords after all. Not very good ones unlike Rosy and Carmilla. What if Angel’s Boss Valentino was there and he lost his temper. He had a feeling Valentino was more than just Angel’s boss. After all one of Angel’s eyes was black. Carmilla had explained to him that if I demon owned souls their eyes were red… but if someone else owned their soul their eyes were black.

He didn’t want to push Angel away by asking him about it. But he couldn’t let it go. The truth was he liked Angel, a lot but he was too terrified to share his feelings for fear Angel would laugh at him. He just hoped the meeting went well today. He’d asked Charlie if she’d wanted to come but she told him she was busy.

Quasi looked at himself in the mirror. He wore a black and red suit with a red tie with a gold apple pin. “You can do this. You’re the prince of hell nothing scares you!” He said confidently into the mirror even though it felt like a lie.

He walk downstairs to see Charlie’s dragon goats putting up a banner that read “Happy first week, Sir Pentious!” In big letters. “That looks perfect! Aah! I am so excited that Sir Pentious is staying at the hotel!”

“Um, Pentious was just trying to take over the city with his weird steampunk bullshit a few days ago.” Vaggie said. “Well, I haven't seen him try to pull any of that here.” Charlie said. “Yeah give the guy some credit Vaggie he’s a changed snake he’s… he was cut off as Sir Pentious came rolling in a new machine that he’d clearly built.

“What the fuck! Oh come on I was just talking about how great you’ve been doing and you pull this? That’s it I’m out.”

Vaggie looked just as pissed. “I agree with him what the hell is that?”

“Oh, hello, purple female. It's my new invention, the Skin Flayer 11,000! I'm really looking forward to shooting the other residents.” Sir Pentious said mischievously. Charlie looked just as shocked and a little hurt.

“What? Why?”

“Everyone is being too nice. Obviously it must be a lie. I can sense that they are planning to kill me, but when? How? I must be prepared!”

Ooh, the new parts of my machine are here. Two young demons come in, wheeling in boxes of machine parts. “Ooh, the new parts of my machine are here.” Sir Pentious said running over to them. The demon girls are Odette and Clara the daughters of Carmilla Carmine.

“Sign, please.” Odette said holding out a clipboard. Sir Pentious quickly scrawled his signature down while Clara wheeled in the boxes.

“Thank you for your business. Enjoy your Carmine purchase.” Odette notices quasi and waves smiling. “Hey quasi see you at the meeting today.”Quasi smiled waving back. “Yeah see you there.

“Carmine? As in, Carmilla Carmine… wait… how do you know her daughters? Vaggie said glaring at quasi. “Well you see I know her mom and- You’ve been talking to the overlords?” Quasi looked at Charlie.

“Wait you didn’t tell her?”

“I was going to but I knew she was going to overreact.”

“Look Vaggie the overlords aren’t as bad as you think. I’m just trying to do my part as the prince of hell… though I do find it bizarre that the snake happens to be buying parts from my new mentor the day of my first meeting.”

“Uh, of course. She's the top weapons dealer in Hell.” Sir Pentious said rolling his eyes. “Okay, well that stops right now.” Vaggie said taking Pentious's boxes away.

“Hey!”Sir Pentious shouted. “You absolutely cannot build weapons in this hotel. No one is trying to kill you. People are being nice because they want you to feel welcome.”

Sir Pentious looks at Vaggie with a wary expression. He peeks over his machine to scowl at the other residents and workers. Husk downs a bottle in the bar flipping off Sir Pentious. Angel standing near the bar on his phone, does the same. Niffty who is dusting a corner of the wall, looks at him and giggles sinisterly.

“Hmm, I have my doubts.”Sir Pentious says. “Well, it's true. You have to trust us.” Quasi sat patting him on the back I mean I really think you have the potential to be good.

Well I don’t trust any of you… well except you, you’re really nice.” He said to quasi. Quasi smiled. Aww thanks.

“Well, why don't we focus on that for today's activities?”

“Not before we lay some ground rules.” Vaggie said sternly. “No more building weapons, no more plotting against other guests, and you need to get rid of these things.” Vaggie said pointing at Sir Pentious’s egg minions who were sitting on the crate of weapons. Two of the Egg Boiz were having a tug-of-war over a laser and they accidentally set it off blowing a hole in the roof, much to Vaggie's frustration.

”What did I just say? What did I just say?” Vaggie said pointing at the hole in the ceiling.

“What? Not my little egg boiz.”Sir Pentious said hugging them. “They do my evil bidding for me!”

“Do you want to stay here and redeem yourself?” Vaggie asked. “Yes.”Sir Pentious said narrowing his eyes still unsure.

“Then no more eggs.” Vaggie said. “All right, eggies. You've got to go. I… can't keep you anymore!” Sir Pentious: said with tears in his eyes.

“Okay, boss.” Said one of the egg boys as the rest followed Vaggie as she wheels Pentious' boxes away. “No, don't resist. This is how it has to be!” Sir Pentious says as he cries into Charlie’s shoulder. “I should probably get going Alastors supposed to be taking me.”

“You sure you can manage things while I’m gone?” Charlie brushed off her brother’s concerns. “Don’t worry we’ll be fine. Go to your meeting.” Quasi smiled hugging Charlie.

“Thanks sis I knew I could count on you. He waited near the front door anxiously waiting for Alastor to come downstairs. “I hope I can do this.”

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Alastor sat in his room, eating a deer carcass with a knife. “Alastor!” Alastor looked up surprised for a second and his eyes went from the deer carcass on the table to Vaggie. Alastor sighed “Do you mind? I'm in the middle of breakfast.”

“Pentious' eggs are all over the place, and I need you to get rid of them.” Alastor grinned. throwing away his knife and fork. “Oh, well, in that case, I'd be delighted to.”

“Humanely!” Vaggie said glaring at him. “Hmm. Well, that's a lot less hot.” Alastor said eyes glowing red. “But I suppose I can take care of that on my outing today.”

Now then I shouldn’t keep our young prince waiting.” He said walking out of the room. “Great! Vaggie said looking at deer carcass “That looks disgusting.” Vaggie said as she left the room

————————————————— Quasi sat nervously on the stairs waiting for Alastor. “Hey there… quasi jumps startled as his wings appear nearly smacking Angel in the face. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” Angel laughs. “Yeah I’m fine sorry for spookin’ ya.” Quasi blushed bright red as his wings disappeared. “It’s fine I’m just little nervous.”

“Yeah I heard. Meeting with the Overlords… I didn’t take ya fer’ a politics guy.” Quasi shook his head. “I-I’m not. I-I’m just trying to learn as much as I can about hell I can help Charlie.

“Whatever ya say. Still… ya clean up good.” Quasi blushed sweating nervously. “T-t-thanks.” He saw Alastor coming downstairs.

To his surprise he was being followed by Sir Pentious’s Egg boys. “Uh I should get going… see you when I get back?” Angel smiled. “Sure I’d like that.”

“Ready?” Alastor asked the prince. “Ready quasi said nervously as he left the safety of the hotel.

————————————————— Meanwhile in the hotel parlor Charlie and the rest of the hotel's residents (minus Alastor and quasi of course) Are all sitting in the living room as they listen to Charlie and Vaggie. Behind Charlie and Vaggie is a stage with a banner on it that reads "Trusting 101"

“Hi, guys. Thanks for coming! It's been brought to our attention that there may be a little, tension in the hotel.” Charlie explains as, everyone glares at each other clearly on edge. Sir Pentious grabs Niffty with his tail and is about to shoot her with his ray gun, but Vaggie snatches it out of his hands before he can. “Tension that can be counterproductive to what we're trying to do here.”

“We think that this group could really benefit from… Charlie and Vaggi jumped into the less enthusiastic. Charlie: Trust exercises! Vaggie: Trust exercise- shit. Vaggie says falling on the floor as Charlie pulls Vaggie to her feet.

“Vaggie, we rehearsed this!” Charlie Sighed. “We're doing trust exercises!” Charlie said addressing the residents. “So, uh, what's with the whole, uhh, this?”

Husk say’s gesturing to the stage behind Charlie and Vaggie. “I'm not about to put on some show for these fucking chumps.” Angel laughed. “Oh, I will.” Angel said putting his feet in Husk's lap.

“But it's cash up front, and I know that one… Angel said pointing at Sir Pentious- can't afford me.” Sir Pentious cringed disgusted. “Gross! I'd never think of it, spider!” Vaggie sighed. “Right, well, let's get started. Charlie?”

“Actually, I thought maybe you could take the lead on this one. I trust everyone, so maybe you know better on how to build it properly!” Charlie said walking over to stand by Husk, Niffty, Pentious and Angel. “What? Uhh, I don't know if I'm qualified, uh...Oh, come on. It'll be easy! I'm sure you can handle this.”

Vaggie smiled getting a boost of confidence. “Yeah, um… Vaggie looks at them. All of them look grumpy except for Charlie and Niffty. Vaggie took a deep breath. “Sure, I can handle this. No problem.”

“All, right, so we are starting with trust falls! Each of you are going to share something vulnerable with the group about yourself and then fall backwards, while the rest of the group catches you. Got it? Who wants to go first?” Vaggie shouted like a drill Sargent in the military.

Charlie raises her hand. “Ooh, ooh, me me me! Me! Me! Me!”

“All right, get on up here.” Vaggie says as Charlie runs past Vaggie and onto the stage. Charlie: I, I love you guys. Like, really, really love you.”

Charlie falls backward just as Vaggie catches her. ”Gotcha!” “That... felt... good!” Charlie said smiling. “Angel, why don't you go next?”

Angel sighed. “Fine.” Angel said as he walked onto the stage. “This time everyone needs to catch him, okay? Unless you want me to hurt you.”

Vaggie said using her spear as a means of discipline for the others to come closer to the stage. “Somethin' about myself, huh? How about this? I LOVE to suck- I swear to fuck if you say dicks!” Husk said threateningly pointing at Angel.

“popsicles, ya sicko! Get your mind outta the gutter!” Angle winked as he fell backwards into Husk’s arms. “But, you know, dicks too!” Husk drops him annoyed.

“All, right, new guy, you're up.” Angel said to Sir Pentious. “I... don't want to live without my minions. Nobody catch me!” Pentious said as he fell back dramatically.

Vaggie and Charlie catch him together. “Damn it.” Sir Pentious says. “That's great… Wow, you are slimy.” Vaggie says dropping Pentious as she wiped her hands off on her skirt.

“Okay, good job. Uh, Niffty?” Niffty runs past them onto the stage, giggling manically. “Sometimes, I kill mother-bugs in front of their children as a warning to others!” Niffty flings herself off of the stage, but the others actively move out of the way to let her fall face first on the ground.

“Despite the pain, Niffty actually seems to enjoy it. “Yay! Pain!” Niffty says giggling as she runs back onto the stage jumping off again as she continuously repeats the process while the others watch in horror.

Charlie and Vaggie walk off to talk privately. “I don't know if this is really working the way we'd hoped. Maybe we should- Honey, you have to trust me here. I got this, okay? I'll figure something out.”

Charlie smiled. “You’re right.” Angel appeared behind them. “If you're in the market for some ideas, I've got just the thing for some "trust buildin'". Vaggie sighed. “What do you have in mind?”

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Quasi followed closely behind Alastor as they walked through Pentagram City. Following closely behind them were Pentious' Egg Boiz. He wasn’t sure what Vaggie had told him but from what he could see it seemed they thought Alastor was their new boss. It was a little scary how they followed Alastor without complaint. Then again considering they’d worked for Pentious before hand he had a feeling they were more family than henchmen to the snake demon.

However… they could be a little bit… annoying. As they pestered Alastor with questions.

Egg Boi # 1: Oh, boy! What's the plan, boss?”

Egg Boi # 2: “I like your suit!”

Egg Boi # 3: “What are the antlers for?”

Egg Boi # 4: “Can I touch your staff thing?”

Egg Boi # 4: “Are those your ears or is it your hair? I can't tell!”

Quasi looked over at Quasi looked over at Alastor. “cant you get them to be quiet?” “I would if I could.” Alastor said eye twitching as he walked down the street, a pained smile on his face.

“Who are you?” One of the Egg Boi’s asked. Quasi looked surprised not realizing they’d even noticed him. “My names… quasi hesitated he wasn’t sure what name to use. “My name is Quasimodo I’m princess Charlie’s brother though the name I was born with was Gavin.”

The egg creature blinked. “I didn’t know the princess had a brother… why do you have two names?” Quasi smiled a little. “I grew up in the human world away from my family Quasimodo was the name I was given by the person the person who raised me and Gavin is the name my father Lucifer gave me.”

“Oh… ok.” The creature said seemingly content. “Can we please stop talking I’d like to be on time. Alastor said annoyed. Suddenly a shadow appeared in front of them.

Normally quasi would have jumped out of his skin but he already recognized the demon before he took his physical form, of black spider demon with two rows of glowing green eyes.

“Hark, Alastor… my prince… the demon said acknowledging them both. “How fare thee both this day?”

“Who's that, boss? Want me to rough him up for you?” Asked one of the Egg boi’s

“Relax he’s a friend quasi said smiling up at the demon. It’s nice to see you Zestial.” The demon nodded glancing at Alastor.

“Ah, the weather, doth become this fine day.“ Zestial said in his old fashioned way. “Indeed, looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon!” Alastor said glancing up at the sky.

“I take it thou are “both”… attending the meeting? Zestial said glancing back at the young prince. “C-Carmilla said it was ok… it is ok… right? Quasi asked nervously. “But of course. Zestial said smiling thou are the prince of hell. One must learn all he can Of his kingdom mustn’t he?”

“I guess.” Quasi said still unsure. As they continued walking down the street quasi noticed many demons hiding or avoiding them. Though it was probably Zestial and Alastor they were hiding from the rumor that the prince was friends with some of the most powerful overlords in hell was probably a reason why they were avoiding him as well. “It has been an age since thou hath graced us thy presence. Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to... holy arms.” Zestial said.

Alastor laughed. “Oh, I just took a well-earned sabbatical, nothing serious.” Alastor said adjusting his bow tie and coat in a window reflection. Though quasi had a feeling was lying.

“Though it's fun to keep everyone on their toes!” Alastor Said laughing. “There too hath been rumor of thy involvement with the princess and her recent flight of fancy. Tell me… Zestial said as his cloak flared open “How does thou fall in such folly?”

“What my sister is doing is helping people! Quasi snapped however before he could say more Alastor cut him off.

“That is for me to know. But please, do guess, I'd love to know the theories!” Alastor said spinning his cane.

“T'would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your mind, Alastor.” Zestial said chuckling. “Thou hath been naught but an enigma since thy manifested in this realm!”

“Coming from someone as ancient as you, I take that as quite the compliment!” Alastor said.

Alastor, Zestial, Quasi arrive at their destination walking into an alleyway with a row of lifts. The security camera spots Zestial walking in view, but Alastor's image glitches when the camera lands on him.

Zestial, Quasi and Alastor get into one elevator. The Egg Boiz attempt to follow, but Alastor blocks them with his cane. “No, no. I have a very important task for you. Stay here and guard the front until I return.”

The Egg Boiz salute as the lift begins its ascent.

Egg Boi # 2: “Oh, look. Frank is up there.” He said pointing to the lift, where one Egg Boi is inside, pounding on the glass.

Egg Boi # 3 :We have names?” The other Egg Boiz shrug.

The lift reaches the top of the building and opens, where Alastor, Quasi, Zestial and Frank walk out. Frank watches as other overlords come out of other lifts and go into the conference room. One overlord looks like a giant monster and steps over frank who stares around in awe. Frank follows them in and stands near Alastor's seat The overlord sitting next to Alastor, Rosie the cannibal town Overlord turns to look at Frank and he gives a small wave. She smiles widely at him, showing her pointed, knife-like teeth.

Startled Frank hides behind Alastor's chair as Carmilla Carmine walks to the head of the table.

“Welcome, hell’s sovereign overlords. I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together, you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new Extermination schedule.” Carmilla says pounding her fist on the table.

“We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest.”

Zestial takes his seat Quasi sitting across down next to Alastor.

“Zestial, so good to see you, my friend.” Zestial summoned teacup and saucer. “Enchanted as always, Carmilla.”

“Alastor?” She said shocked finally noticing the radio demons presence. “Yes, I know I've been absent some time. I'm sure you've all been wondering!”Carmilla shrugged.

“Not really. But welcome back in any case.” Alastor narrows his eyes looking as though Carmilla had offended him. Quasi tried to hide behind Alastor but Alastor moved out the way drawing Carmilla’s attention. “Prince Morningstar I’m glad you could join us. She said her stern gaze becoming warmer as she smiled at him.

“T-thank you… quasi cleared his throat. Thank you for allowing me to attend this meeting miss Carmine.” He said as sat quietly trying to pay attention. Trying to ignore the stares of the other overlords as they whispered about him.

Overlord # 1: “It’s him.”

Overlord # 2: It’s Prince Gavin

Overlord # 3: He’s awfully young.

Overlord # 4: Why is he here?”

Quasi looked over at Rosie who gave him a big toothy grin and a thumbs up.

“This year's Extermination was brutal, far more even than years past. We have assessed that about 16% of the population was lost.” Carmilla said pointing at a graph on the projector screen. “With the angelic legions now returning twice as quickly, I think it prudent we- Suddenly Carmilla was interrupted as the doors burst opens the door.

A woman walked in talking into her cellphone. “Yes, I've got it handled, Vox. Are you doubting me? Really? Me? That's what I thought.” She said laughing. “Yes, I know. They're all a joke.”

“Thank you, V. See you soon. Kisses, darling.” She says as she hangs up the phone and sits down across from Quasi and Carmilla. “Who is this woman?” Quasi thought. And did she say Vox… wait!”

“Nice of you to join us, Velvette. Will your... colleagues be joining us?” Carmilla asked. The woman laughed. “No, they have better shit to do than to listen to an old windbag who thinks she's tough shit. I'm here to represent.”

“Charming.” Carmilla said slightly annoyed as she continued her lecture. So that’s who she was. Velvette one of the Vee’s. He’d been worried about them showing up luckily she’d shown up and not Valentino.

“Hey aren’t you that prince?” Quasi jumped startled as he came face to face with Velvette. “N- no.”

“Oh don’t give me that bull shit I know who you are. Vox’s got drones everywhere. One passed by your little hotel the other day. “I know your secret.” Velvette sang. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re in love with Val’s little slut Angel… aren’t you?” Quasi turned red with rage. How do you- drones remember. Though Val’s not too happy with you hanging around his property. Quasi’s eyes glowed red black claws digging into the table. “Angel’s not property you fucking bitch- Gavin!”

Quasi looked up realizing that the whole room was staring at him. Quasi turned bright red as he sank into his chair. “Care to share with the rest of us?” Said Carmilla looking annoyed at being interrupted. “It’s nothing… sorry Carmilla.”

Carmilla sighed. “As I was saying, we need to discuss-Carmilla stops talking as Velvette waves her hand in the air. Carmilla Sighs. “Yes?”

“On the subject of discussion... Velvette says pulling what he realized was the head of an exorcist angel and throws it onto the table. The other overlords look at it and mutter to each other. Shocked.

“Oh! Tasty...Alasor!” Quasi said. “What I didn’t get to finish my breakfast this morning. Carmilla narrows her eyes. “Where did you get this?”

“We found it during Extermination day. If these Holy Rollers can be killed, the game has changed.” Velvette said standing on top of the table. “We can take the fight to them. The boys and I have come up with a full assault plan-- Velvette was interrupted by Zestial, who was loudly sipping his tea loudly and aggressively to drown out Velvette.

“If it be true thee and thy colleagues desire to war with such meagre proof, thou art far more... foolish than I be thought.” Zestial said. Quasi laughed.

“Meagre proof? It's a dead fucking Exorcist.” Velvette scoffed. “I'd say that's pretty fucking definitive. You going blind, old man?”

Quasi stood up eyes glowing furiously. But Alastor and Rosie stopped him.

“We know not how this perished. Mayhaps t'was not by a demon's hand at all. If we rush to war without knowing mightn't, they purge all of Hell for daring an uprising?” Zestial said slamming his fist on the table.

“The other overlords mutter in agreement. However Velvette isn’t done with her insults.

“Oh, I get it. So Grandpa is too pussy to fight, so I guess there's no point, right?” Quasi looks furious but Zestial just glares at her annoyed.

Velvette gets up in Zestial's face smirking. “Oh, what's the matter, Fossil? Too senile to make a real power grab for- Carmilla Carmine: ♪ You better show some respect!

Carmilla Carmine: Check your behavior! no one speaks to Zestial that way! ♪

Quasi stands up glaring at Velvette eyes glowing red black and red horns grow from his head as he spreads his red and white wings glaring at her with outrage.

Quasimodo: ♪ Did you expect us.”

Quasimodo: To sit back and take your…insolent brazen displayyy? ♪

Velvette laughed as she started to sing

Velvette: ♪ You got it twisted, I'm not the one who needs a new attitude! ♪

Velvette: ♪ Maybe you missed it, but I'm that #Bitch and I will do nothing less than what I please, whoo! ♪

Velvette: ♪ I'm the backbone of the Vees, ♪

Velvette: ♪ Mad that I acted respectless ? Well, it's cause no one could respect this! ♪ Velvette sang walking across the table.

Velvette: ♪ Sorry, group attendin'! ♪

Velvette: ♪ Since when are Overlords and prince’s too scared to fight? ♪ she said smirking at quasi who glared at her.

Velvette: ♪ You're long past trending! Sorry, bae, but I ain't swiping right! ♪ She said taking a picture with quasi who looked annoyed.

Velvette: You've lack the relevance- ♪

Quasi: ♪ And you lack some intelligence. ♪ quasi sang smirking at her.

“Ugh!” Velvette groaned looking shocked.

♪ No wonder I'm so respectless, I could eat you lot for breakfast! ♪ She sang getting in Quasi’s face before storming off across the table.

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ You and the Vees are inane and uninformed! ♪

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ Smug wannabes who don't heed when you've been warned! ♪

Velvette turned back around looking amused.

Velvette: ♪ 'Oops!' Did I strike a nerve? ♪

Velvette: ♪ 'Cause when I brought out the angel’s head…Velvette sang throwing the head across table.

Velvette: ♪ couldn't help but observe, that your wrinkled face was turning red! ♪

“Carmilla?” Quasi asked noticing the anger in the overlord’s eyes.

Velvette: ♪ And why are you avoiding war? ♪

Velvette: ♪ That's what the guns you sell are for! ♪

Velvette: ♪ Thanks to my being respectless, one thing I'm starting to suspect You know why this angel's headless! ♪

She said getting in Carmilla's face. Velvette ♪ Do you have a disclosure? ♪

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ This meeting's over! ♪

“Carmilla sang as the two glared at each other. Quasi and other overlords all staring at them.

“That was a productive meeting.” Alastor said deciding to be the first to break the silence.

Velvette shrugged. “Hm. Fine. Safe travels back to the nursing home, fuckers! Kiss my arse!” She said flipping them all off as she stormed out of the conference room. “What the hell? We literally just got here!” Said the Kaju overlord.

“Mother?” Odette said noticing her mother turning to leave. Odette gave quasi a small wave as she and her sister chased after their mother.

The overlords all began to leave as all of them walk back towards the lift except Zestial who follows after Carmilla.

Suddenly quasi notices one of the egg bois waddling out from behind a chair. “Um Alastor?”

Alastor notices the creature and grins wide. “You, little egg creature. I have a job for you.”the creature looks eagerly up at him. “Oh. Yes, boss!”

“Follow them!” Alastor says pointing to the room where Carmilla and her daughters went. Frank saluted as he ran after the overlords.

————————————————— Meanwhile Charlie and the others follow Angel to his Idea for trust building however it turns out to be a BDSM place So Vaggie decides to teach the group how she learned to trust people. They stood on a rooftop with half-destroyed buildings all around them. Everyone was shocked that the exercise had taken them to a live turf war battlefield.

“THIS IS HOW YOU LEARNED TO TRUST PEOPLE?!” Charlie shouted. On the ground, below demons shoot at each other.

“There is nothing stronger than the trust between comrades in arms. Buckle up, buttercups, because today you boys become men!” Vaggie says as a loud explosion shakes the building. Vaggie storms towards Pentious “You!” She said picking up Pentious.

“Wait, wait! I can't fight without my minions! Pentious shouts as Vaggie throws him to the street below.

“You Are gonna survive together!” Vaggie shouts Turning to Angel Dust.

“And you, (Angel Dust: D-don't you even think about it-) are gonna make this hotel work!” As part of their trust exercise and Angel's punishment for the BDSM sex dungeon suggestion, Vaggie picks Angel up and throws him off of the roof.

Niffty bounces next to Vaggie, her arms raised with excitement, and psychotically smiling with anticipation. “My turn, my turn!” Vaggie picks up Niffty as Husk goes back into the building, not wanting to get involved and realizing how far this exercise has gone.

Vaggie makes to throw Niffty, but Charlie snatches her up before she can. “Vaggie! No!” “This is the only way they'll learn, Charlie.” Vaggie said.

“No, it's not.” Charlie said setting Niffty down. “There are other ways. It just takes time!”

However while Charlie talked to Vaggie, Niffty looks back at Charlie, asking to be lifted. When Charlie ignores her, Niffty jumps off of the building herself.

“Time we don't have! How many Exterminations will have gone by before these idiots get their shit together? How many times will we have to watch your people be killed before we make headway?”

Vaggie said turning away from Charlie. “Vaggie- I took charge today and it all went sideways. I'm supposed to make your dreams a reality. I'm supposed to protect you.” Vaggie said taking Charlie by the shoulders.

“I'm supposed to never fail you.”Vaggie said sitting on the edge of the rooftop. “I blame you for this, you crazy bitch!” Angel shouted up at Vaggie.

“You didn't fail me. Vaggie, you're not-you're not-If I can't help you, what's the point of me?”

Charlie looked shocked. “Vaggie, don't say that! You do so much! It's-I'm sorry. I'd... I'd like to be alone for a minute.”

As Charlie walks to the other side of the rooftop, an exhausted Angel comes out of the door, carrying a battered, but intact Sir Pentious, before he throws him onto the roof. “Made it!”

“Let's go home, guys.” Charlie said walking back down the stairs. “Ugh! I just walked up all those stairs!” Angel complained as he pulled Sir Pentious back down the stairs, Vaggie stays on the rooftop by herself, looking at all the destroyed buildings around her.

—————————————————

Meanwhile back at Carmilla’s office Carmilla mutters in Spanish as she pours herself a drink, before beginning to down the bottle instead of the glass she poured for herself. Frank watches hidden behind a potted plant.

“Carmilla, what troubles thou? Losing thy composure is unlike thee.” Zestial asks.

Carmilla sighs. “It's nothing, Zestial, really.”

“The felled angel... t'was by thy hand, was it not?” Zestial asked.

“Let's not talk about it.” Carmilla said.

“Mom, maybe he should know.” Clara said.

“Nobody should know. I did what I had to do. I am not discussing this.”

lays his hand on her shoulder, as he sang in a soulful tone.

Zestial: ♪ What weighs on your soul, old friend? I implore you to share the load! ♪

Zestial: ♪ If it was thou who slew the angel, why not let your strength be known? ♪

Carmilla sighed as she began to sing.

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ I always thought... ♪

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ That I would keep blood off my face. ♪

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ But when that thing attacked, I had to act, to cross that line and keep them safe. ♪

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ But if anyone knew, then all of Hell would rise to war, and who's to say? ♪

Carmilla sang as her voice grew louder.

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ Who'd survive the fray? I might lose the ones that I'd been killing for! ♪

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ So, I'll…. I'll be your keeper! ♪ she sang as Clara and Odette came over to her as she wrapped her arms around them protectively.

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ Do Whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes! ♪

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ I'll keep you safe and keep this secret. ♪

The scene changed to Vaggie, now at the foot of the hotel and beginning to climb it.

Vaggie: ♪ When I saw your face, you made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place ♪

Vaggie:♪ And it felt so good to be understood! ♪

Vaggie: ♪ But there's so much I wished that I could say ♪

Vaggie: ♪ So I, I'll be your armour ♪

Vaggie: ♪ Do whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes ♪

Vaggie: ♪ I'll spend my life being your partner ♪ Vaggie sang thinking of Charlie.

♪ Carmilla Carmine: And I don't know what we might face ♪ ♪ But I know I can't replace you ♪ ♪ So I'll do anything to save you ♪

Vaggie: ♪ And I will try to make your dreams come true ♪

Both: Whatever we go through ♪ I know I ♪

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ I'll be your keeper ♪

Vaggie: ♪ I'll be your armour ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

Carmilla Carmine: ♪ I'll make the mistakes ♪

Vaggie: ♪ I'll make the mistakes ♪

Both: ♪ Whatever it takes ♪

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Meanwhile outside in the alleyway of Carmilla’s office building the other Egg Boiz are scavenging for weapons, machine parts, and garbage in the dumpster.

Egg Boiz: “Ohhhh, this one smells like fun *laughs* Oh, I love garbage.”

The elevator door rings, as the egg boy known as frank steps out of the elevator to greet Quasi and Alastor who are waiting patiently for him. He's about to join the others when Alastor stops him.

“So, what did you hear?”

Frank: “First, the old guy w-was all, "Y-you're not yourself. You're the one who killed the angel," a-a-and, she was all , "♪ Whatever it takes ♪"

“And then what was the last thing?"Alastor asked.

“She killed the angel?” Frank said.

“Interesting…Lets keep this between us…Shall we?” Alastor giving the creature an evil grin as the world around them seems to warp for a brief second.

“You got it, boss!” Frank says saluting Alastor completely unfazed. “Does that mean we can go home now. Quasi asked.

—————————————————

Back at the hotel, Charlie looks down after her disastrous trust exercise. appears next to her on the balcony. “Hey.” Vaggie said waving.

“Hey.” Charlie said waving back.

“I'm sorry I got so crazy today.” Vaggie said downcast.

*grabs Vaggie's hand*

“No, no, I'm sorry. Charlie said grabbing Vaggie's hand. “I'm sorry I put pressure on you. We work as a team. I guess I just thought all this would be easier, but, we'll figure it out, together.” Charlie smiled motioning to the hotel residents who were chatting excitedly below them.

“I mean, look what your exercise did for them.”

-“And then, when that buff guy started beating the shit outta you!” Angel said laughing.

“Yes, and with the dismembered arm! Sir Pentious said laughing. “Yes, that was... particularly unpleasant.” He said dejected.

Niffty: “I liked that part“ Niffty: giggled.

“Well... hey, at least you can take a beating like a champ.” Husk said patting him on the back. “You did okay, new kid.” Sir Pentious looked surprised. “Really? Oh well, I suppose I did get into a little of the old, rough and tumble today.”

They all laughed. “And uh, thank you for pulling me out of there.” Pentious said thanking Angel. Everyone laughs enjoying themselves… that is until Niffty ruins the moment as she laughs manically, causing the other three to stop and back away slowly.

“Well, how about that?” Vaggie: said smiling. The front door opened as Quasi and Alastor walk into the foyer Pentious’s minions tailing behind them

Vaggie notices them and calls out. “Alastor. failed to get rid of the eggs, I see.” Alastor chuckled. “Yes, well, the little monsters prove to be rather useful.”

Vaggie sighed. “Why don't you give them back to Pentious.” Upon hearing this, Pentious gets teary eyed. “Really?” Sir Pentious asks.

Vaggie sighed. “Yeah. After today, I guess I can trust you with them…But seriously, no more weapons.”

Pentious gets emotional and slithers down to hug his Egg Boiz as Alastor and quasi walks away. “Ahhh! My eggs!” Sir Pentious says hugging them.

“Yay!

“Ah, it's so good to have you back… Now, go clean my quarters this instant!” He says dropping the Egg Boiz as they run off to clean his room.

“Maybe, things 'll move fast than you think.”

Quasi collapses on the couch exhausted. How’d the meetin, go?” Angel asked sitting on the arm of the couch.

“It was… short.”

“Well you missed a heck of a day. Your sister had us doing trust exercises and then Vaggie threw us into the middle of a turf war- Wait seriously!” Quasi shouted sitting up looking up at Vaggie on the balcony. “What? It worked.”

“Ugh I need a nap!”

“Mind if I join you?” Angel flirted. “Angel!”

“What I was joking!” Angel laughed. Quasi smiled. “Maybe we can talk later though.” Angel smiled. “I’d like that.”

Charlie watched as her brother went upstairs. She’d noticed the way her brother acted whenever he was around Angel. She knew he clearly had feelings for Angel but was too shy to act on them. She just hoped he came to his senses eventually.

Quasi collapsed on his bed thinking about what velvette had said at the meeting. “I should’nt have lost my temper like that what’s wrong with me?

“Isn’t obvious.” Velvette’s mocking voice said in the back of his mind. “You’re in L-O-V-E loveeee!” The voice sang in a mocking tone. Quasi sat up.

He was in love… he was in love… with Angel; in love with another man; a very feminine man, but a man nonetheless. If Frollo were here he’d- but he’s not here he’s rotting in the prison level of hell where he belongs. He’d lost the right to give a shit about sin when he realized his father was the devil. Here he didn’t have any ties to his old life… here he was free to do whatever he wanted… including pursue a relationship with someone he clearly liked, who clearly liked him back.

“I’m going to tell him! I’m going to tell Angel how I feel.” —————————————————

Meanwhile Pentious gets ready for bed in his airship with his Egg Boiz in tow and in pajamas. “Ah! How was your day with Alastor, my minions?” Sir Pentious asks fluffing his pillow. “It was awesome boss, I went to this meeting and there was a knife lady, an old guy, and a dinosaur!” Frank the Egg Boi said.

“Mmm, that's nice” Pentious said ignoring him. “And the knife lady killed an angel! And I... was not supposed to talk about it.” Frank said however Sir Pentious dit not believe him at all. “Oh, I'm so sure and maybe you'll meet Martians tomorrow, but now is time for sleep.” He said holding his arms open as the Egg boiz curled up next to him.

“Good Night Eggies.” Pentious yawned as he cuddled his minions.

“Tomorrow would be an another day for now everyone would sleep… as for Quasi and Angels newfound love things would take a much darker turn as quasi makes a risky bet for Angels soul.

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Clockwork Island Adventure- Pt. 1

After their adventure at Warship Island, the crew had stopped for a little siesta on a peaceful, sunny island with a beautiful beach. As Luffy winded a toy windmill that washed ashore, Nami was sunbathing, and Zoro was doing push-ups with sandbags stacked on his back. "Heh," He grinned when it started spinning, and held it up high. "Look! She's really good-looking!"

Nami looked up from the table. "What's he talking about?"

"Thanks for getting my back, Sanji," Venus glanced at the blond cook through putting her sheer, black crop top back on over her bikini top. She held a bottle of sunblock, as she set herself up in a chair under a shady umbrella, and sipped her lemonade.

"Anytime, Venus-chan. Okay, here I am, Nami-san," Sanji approached her with a bottle of suntan lotion, and untied her pink strapless bikini top. "Nami-san, your skin is perfection incarnate." He started rubbing the lotion on her back.

"If your hand slips, you're dead," Nami threatened.

"Yes," Sanji agreed, as Venus stifled laughter.

"Hm?" Luffy was confused when the Going Merry was in full sail, and drifting away without them.

"Best vacation I ever had," Venus remarked.

"That's fine, but don't forget that we're wanted," Nami reminded.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Look at her, she's great!" Luffy pointed to the sea, as a striped singlet-clad Usopp ran over with a beach ball and a yellow inner tube.

"What are you yapping about, Luffy?" He asked.

"But just look at her!" Luffy continued his rambling.

"We're in no hurry," Nami pointed out.

"She's right," Sanji agreed.

"Our ship's so darn good-looking," Luffy kept it up.

Venus nonchalantly looked, and spit her lemonade back through the straw in shock. "Guys! The ship!"

"Luffy, Venus, what're you..." Usopp finally looked over, as did Zoro, Nami, and Sanji, and they all widened their eyes in horror. The ship was sailing away without them!

"GOING MERRY!!!" Everyone screamed at once.

"Gotta love that flag!"

"Are you mad?!" Zoro exclaimed to Luffy.

"She's been stolen!" Usopp fussed.

"No way!" Luffy finally realized. "Stolen?!"

"Idiot!" Zoro and Usopp scolded.

"You thief!" The captain jumped down from the rock he sat on, and stretched his arm out. "Stop right there!" He reached as far as possible, but he could just barely touch the railing.

"We got that ship from Kaya!" Usopp glared.

"How dare you steal from a thief?!" Nami shouted.

Just then, Venus noticed her holding her top up to cover herself. "Uh, you want me to tie that for you?"

"Yeah, thanks."

She quickly did so, then glared at the ocean. "That's our ship! Get your own!"

"COME BACK!!!" Everyone shouted, but to no avail.

"Has it been a whole week?" Sanji wondered aloud. "Couldn't you find a better boat?" He complained. The crew of six were forced to cram onto a small, rented paddleboat resembling a duck.

"Or clothes?" Zoro added. Since their clothes were on the ship, they all, except Luffy, had to rent fresh ones from a wedding shop. Sanji wore a white suit, Zoro was in a black traditional kimono, and Usopp was dressed like a priest in a black hat, and brown kimono.

"Don't complain!" Usopp ordered. "That wedding rental was all there was!"

"I kinda wish they had a black dress," Venus pouted, "I feel so weird in this." She and Nami were donned in long, white bridal dresses, though Nami's was off-shoulder with ruffled hems, and long sheer sleeves, Venus' was spaghetti-strapped with a sheer-paneled bodice, and showing the spiderweb on her bikini top. Her black cover-up was also thrown on over the top.

"Can't really afford to be picky," Nami rolled her eyes.

"I think you look great," Usopp turned to her with a genuine grin.

"Thanks," She blushed shyly.

"Where are we?" Luffy asked around.

"We don't know," Nami replied with annoyance, "They took all our maps."

"And my swords," Zoro added.

"And my shoes," Sanji chimed in.

"My spell book..." Venus lamented, "B-Burton..."

"Dimwits!" Nami raged. "How can you think of going out unprepared?"

"Help!"

"Look, a kid!" Usopp pointed out a little boy struggling to stay above the surface.

"He's drowning. Let's go help him." Sanji urgently dove into the water, and swam over to him, with the crew close behind. "Hey, are you all right?"

Just as he reached him, however, the boy suddenly dropped the act, and smiled deviously. "Fooled ya!"

"Huh?" On cue, they were caught in a large net from underwater! "What the...!"

A small ship approached them, as a man with spiky brown hair, and an aviator uniform with goggles, a green jacket, and a white scarf stood at the front. "Good work," He praised the kid, as he climbed in. He was in a white and orange striped beanie accented with pins, a pair of goggles, brown shoes, red cargo shorts, a green vest, and a light yellow shirt.

"No prob! These guys were easily fooled."

"Damn kid!" Sanji glared from the net.

"But I didn't see any money on them."

"Well, that's just great," The man frowned, and walked over to the net. "Poor folks, eh?" With one pull, the crew were sent tumbling on the deck.

"Who the hell are you?" Sanji demanded.

"Us?" He posed with the boy. "We're the thief brothers who hunt all treasure!" They jumped in the air, performing flips, and landed on a pair of treasure chests on top of a pile of boxes. "Borod!"

"And Akees!" The boy smiled pridefully.

"Thief brothers?" Just after Luffy's words, the pile crumbled under the brothers, sending them falling. "What now?"

"It's just rubble," Nami noted the contents of the chests.

"No actual treasure?" Venus looked in confusion.

"Heh, you're just failures," Usopp smirked.

"You know nothing about us!" Akees glared. "We're going to steal the Diamond Clock from Clockwork Island!" Borod regained his footing.

"The Diamond Clock?!" Nami's eyes lit up at that.

"What's that?" Usopp asked.

"The world's best mechanical clock with amazing jewels!" Nami replied.

"Nami-san, my love!" Sanji swooned. "You know all."

"I guess taking that makes you the King of Thieves," Usopp remarked.

Luffy joined in the conversation. "Hey, that's just like us."

"Eh?" Borod was surprised.

"I'm gonna be the King of Pirates!"

Borod's eyes widened. "King of Pirates?" He pointed to their dinky paddleboat on the deck. "With this?"

"Of course not!" Luffy and Usopp glared.

"Our ship was stolen by some low-life loser!" Sanji said.

Venus had a small grin, eyes straight on Borod, as lovestruck hearts floated around her head. "You're handsome." Usopp stared at his feet in confusion. Why was he feeling... jealous?

He looked at her for a moment with a raised eyebrow, not noticing Akees leering at her, then returned to business. "Does your ship have a straw hat mark on it?"

"Yeah, i-it matches his hat," Venus gestured to the captain, while twirling one of her space bun tails.

"You saw it?" Usopp asked.

"Yeah. The Card Pirates had it."

"Card Pirate?"

"It's a vile pirate band, who have their base on Clockwork Island," Borod answered Luffy, "They have the Diamond Clock that I want too."

The crew looked at some wanted posters for Boo Jack, Honey Queen, Skunk One, Pin Joker, and Bear King. "Unimpressive," Sanji and Zoro said simultaneously, before they started arguing.

"Hey, I like these faces," Luffy remarked, "They look cool!"

Borod was flabbergasted. ""Look cool?" They stole your ship! Aren't you mad? Don't you wanna get them?"

"Borod, look!" Akees caught his attention, and everyone turned to see what he was pointing out.

"What the...?" Usopp muttered.

There was a fleet of ships led by one with a black flag featuring a brown bear head with crossbones, and playing card symbols at each side, and a bear prow. "The Card Pirates..."

"Ohhh, I get it!" Venus palmed her fist with a bright smile. "They're called the Card Pirates, because they have the playing card symbols!"

An irritated Zoro patted her head. "Yes, thank you for pointing that out," He deadpanned.

On one of the many ships, Luffy spotted a bathing woman with blonde pigtails, and her back to them. "Hey! You there!"

"Hmm?" She turned back with a hum. It was Honey Queen.

"A hot babe!" Sanji gushed, steam shooting out of his nose like a bull.

"Now, who are you guys?"

"Give us back our ship you stole!" Luffy ordered.

"I haven't seen your ship."

"Course you have!" Nami exclaimed.

"Now hand it over!" Venus glared.

"Hm? Hey..." Honey Queen turned with interest at the two girls, before a round man with a pigskin hood and orange uniform bearing the letter J joined her.

"Time for a nice riddle."

"Riddle?" Sanji deadpanned.

"Who will become the King of Pirates?"

"Dear Boo Jack, that's the simplest of questions," Honey said.

"Me!" Luffy pointed to himself.

"Wrong!" Boo Jack taunted. "It's our boss, Bear King-sama, who'll be the King."

"You don't know anything," Luffy defied him.

"What?"

"It wasn't even a riddle," Sanji shrugged.

"They're a bunch of losers," Zoro frowned.

Boo Jack was now angry. "Are you making fools of the Card Pirates?"

"They obviously need a lesson," Honey remarked, and snapped her fingers.

On cue, hordes of pirates appeared in the ships, and started moving in. "Here we go," Sanji smirked.

"I guess," Zoro said.

"Good luck!"

"Thanks!" Venus beamed to Borod.

"Take this," Luffy put his beloved straw hat on Nami's head, and began to fight back. "Gum-Gum... Pistol!" At the same time, Sanji fought with his kicking power, while Zoro wielded his swords, all of them sending the pirates packing.

"Witchy-Witchy... Ball!" Venus launched some in the ocean with her move.

Borod and Akees watched in awe. "They're amazing! As I thought!" A helpless Usopp, missing his slingshot, could only dodge the enemies.

"Oh dear," Honey frowned from the tub high up. "Who'd have thought?" The stout man curled himself into a spike-covered ball, and managed to catch the crew off guard. "Well done, Boo Jack!"

"What's that?" Sanji asked, as Usopp's jaw was dropped.

"Something bad," Zoro replied.

"Leave it to me." Usopp ran to the back of the boat. "Execute plan. Escape!"

Honey watched in disappointment, as the boat sped away. "Oh dear."

Through Usopp's frantic paddling, a small wooden box fell overboard. Now on alert, Akees wacked him on the head to stop him, and Borod swam after it.

"Huh?" Luffy hummed.

A delirious Usopp laid on the deck. "What was that?"

Borod grabbed the box, and held it up. "I found it!" Akees sighed in relief.

"A little box?" Venus questioned.

Just then, as Honey, now fully clothed, ran over on a spinning Boo Jack, a set of bombs was thrown on the boat, promptly blowing it up. "And now a riddle! What was it that we wanted from you?"

It was then when they realized; the girls were gone! "Nami-san!" Sanji's eyes widened.

"Venus-chan!" Usopp shouted in terror.

Honey was holding the unconscious girls bridal style, stacked on top of one another. The redhead still wore Luffy's hat. "Correct. So we will take them with us."

"What?" Sanji exclaimed.

"No way!" Usopp glared.

"They'll be presents to Bear King-sama."

"And they will please us in all thinkable ways," Honey added.

"All thinkable... ways?" The group repeated nervously.

Another bomb was thrown, knocking them from the boat remains, and made their escape with the girls. "Dammit!" Sanji glared after helping Luffy above the surface.

"Venus-chan!" Usopp cried helplessly.

The boat remains, still intact, was rigged with a parachute manned by Borod to get them moving. "Can we reach them in this?" Zoro asked.

"You'll see," Akees replied, "Borod can read the wind like no one else!"

"Don't brag, kid," Usopp scolded.

"They got Nami-san and Venus-chan from us because you dropped that whatever," Sanji blamed.

"We would've gotten away otherwise," Usopp added. He looked closer when Akees started winding the key. "Is that your treasure?"

"That music box is the only homeland that Akees has," Borod replied.

"Homeland?" Luffy asked.

After Akees opened the box, a soothing, wordless song started playing. "When I found him, he was sleeping in a crib with that music box," Borod recalled, "It was the only thing that could comfort him."

"You're not real brothers?"

"Not in blood, but in soul," Borod answered Luffy.

"Yeah!" Akees agreed. "I'm gonna be as cool a thief as Borod, and live well." That sent Luffy in deep thought, specifically about Shanks, and his relationship with him bearing similarities.

"A maelstrom!" Usopp pointed out a whirlpool close by.

"Yeah," Borod acknowledged, "We're closing in." From their spot, they stared in awe at an island with a skinny, rock pile-like tower reaching above the clouds.

"So that's Clockwork Island," Zoro commented.

"So, what'll it be?" Borod asked. "I'm going after that Diamond Clock. You want your lasses, and your ship. Same destination."

"Those lowly pirates that took Nami-san," Sanji glared.

"And Venus-chan," Usopp added, equally angry, then grinned with confidence, "Then there we'll find Going Merry..."

"And my swords," Zoro chimed in.

"Then let's go to Card Castle... together!" Borod announced.

"Yeah!" Luffy eagerly agreed.

Meanwhile, in the grand top room, walls and ceiling made of gridded glass, a meeting was happening between the ruler of the land, and a young couple. "What? Say that again!" Bear King ordered.

"You took this island 7 years ago," The silver-haired young woman pointed out regretfully, "You've killed many with the weapons we make. If you complete that awful, murderous machine... we can't do this anymore!"

Bear King shot between the couple in warning. "Mayor. You do know that we hold the ratchet key to this island? You do know what happens if I remove it?" The brown-haired man glared, as he and his fearful wife stayed quiet. "Good. Get them out of here."

"Yes, sir!"

A pair of guards with numbers on their shirts began forcefully escorting the couple away. "Let me go! I can walk," The husband protested.

"Once the King Cannon is finished, I, Bear King, will conquer the seas, and be King of the Pirates!"

As he laughed evilly, Boo-Jack and Honey entered the room from the elevator, with Nami and Venus in tow. "Welcome home, Honey Queen" One of the other minions, who sported a fur-covered jetpack, greeted her, then started dancing in celebration at the white-clad girls. "Two young females! You took them?" Suddenly, Nami shot up with a demonic death glare, scaring him into stepping back. "Eeek!"

"They are not for you, Skunk One," Honey scolded, "They are for Bear King-Sama."

Bear King jumped down from his throne. "A bride candidate for me?"

"Better: two!" Boo-Jack beamed, as the king picked them up from his shoulder.

"What?" Nami glared.

Just then, Venus started to wake up. "Ugh, what happened?" Her eye blinked open, before she gasped in shock at the face before her. "Oh!"

Bear King grinned jovially with a blush. "I like them!" He set them down, and Nami kept Venus behind her back, before he whipped out a large bouquet of pink roses. "I... I want to marry you, please. Both of you."

"B-both of us?" Venus' eye widened.

"Fell in love at first sight?" Nami frowned. "Sorry, but I hate hairy men."

Bear King grabbed out a large razor. "I can shave!"

"I prefer shorter guys," Venus said.

"I can lean down for you!" He did so, the grin not leaving.

She turned away defiantly. "I hate spineless people pleasers."

"I make my own choices!"

Nami crossed her arms. "And I hate weak men."

Bear King lifted a pair of weights. "I'm strong!"

"But you can't defeat Luffy."

That caught his attention. "Luffy?"

"One of their crew, a strange guy whose body is made of rubber," Boo-Jack clarified.

A man with black slicked-back hair, a purple and yellow jester-like outfit, and a red diamond painted over his right eye approached them. Pin Joker. "Might that be Straw Hat Luffy?" He pulled a wanted poster of said pirate out of thin air.

Honey had a look, and was surprised at the familiar face. "That weakling is wanted?"

"I'd say "caution is the eldest child of winter"," Pin Joker said sagely, not realizing his flub.

Venus raised an eyebrow in confusion. ""Wisdom"," Nami snarked, to his chagrin.

"We must remain careful."

Bear King scoffed, and snatched the poster away. "We, careful? With this little runt?" He then perked up. "I got it!" He turned to the brides. "I'll show you two how strong I am. The 30 million Berries that are put on this little rat's head..." He threw the poster in the air, and shot through the picture. "... will be for our wedding party!"

"This is not how I imagined my wedding at all," Venus drolled.

"Hahaaa!" Luffy gushed when they arrived on the shore. They all looked in awe at the tower looming over them, almost threateningly. "This is just so cool!"

"How'd they bother to build this?" Usopp wondered aloud.

"It's a defense barrier," Borod lectured, " Climbing those stairs, we'll soon be dead."

"So, how're we getting up?" Usopp dared to ask.

"There's a central elevator," Borod replied, "Every evening, the hidden door opens for them to get out, so- Oh my God!" He and Akees yelled out when Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji began their trek up the stairs. They and Usopp ran after them. "Wait! Didn't you listen? There are traps!"

"Like we care," Sanji drolled.

"Come on," Zoro urged.

"Sounds fun," Luffy added.

"Listen to Borod!" Akees ordered, to no avail.

On cue, the stairs turned into a slide, making everyone slip; Sanji yelled in terror when water started gushing down, flooding the whole staircase, and was followed by rock panels covered in spikes. Using his rubber powers, Luffy shielded everyone from the spikes, narrowly keeping his own back away from harm. Everyone screamed in horror when perfectly round rocks began rolling down towards them; Sanji jumped into action, and cut them in half with one kick each. Zoro grabbed a loose rock under the water, and pulled it up, loosening all the others into keeping the water at bay. "A-Amazing!" Borod's eyes widened, along with Akees'.

"Hurry up!" Zoro ordered, and the boys continued their sprint.

Eventually, Sanji busted through a wooden door closing off the staircase, and everyone collapsed in exhaustion. "And we're finally at the top!" Sanji exclaimed in relief.

"Wooooooow!" Luffy pumped his fists in ecstasy; there was a small town right before them. "It's a tower! It's a town! This is so cool!"

"What is this place?" Usopp looked on in awe.

"This is Clockwork Town," Borod replied.

They then spotted a white layered castle lined with hearts and diamonds in red, and clubs and spades in black. "And that's Card Castle?" Zoro asked.

Near the top was a giant clock with four diamonds on it. "I see the Diamond Clock!" Akees exclaimed.

"Best mechanism in the world," Borod grinned, "And look there behind it."

"Eh? Huh?" Usopp used his goggles for a closer look; at the very top of the tallest tower, was one of the three things they sought. "It's Going Merry!"

Luffy turned to him. "You see it?"

"It's on top of the tower," Usopp pointed.

"It's so far away, I can't see," Luffy tried to look with his hand shielding his eyes from the sun.

Zoro turned to Borod. "Hey."

"Hm?"

"You have good eyes."

"Hm?" Borod frowned in confusion, then smiled modestly, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, I guess."

After giving a suspicious look, Zoro smirked, feeling a little mischievous. "Y'know, Venus seems quite fond of you."

"Oh, is that her name?" Borod accepted the change of topic, "Yeah, she's pretty cute, I guess. But I'm not really looking for a relationship right now."

"Fair."

Usopp felt upset, but didn't know why. Why did he hate that Venus liked someone? Did he...

"Damn."

"Hm?" Zoro looked down at Sanji at his pained cuss. The cook was sitting on the ground, holding his sandaled feet, as they were now bleeding from his earlier kicks, and lack of protection. "Feet hurt?"

"I'm okay, don't bother," Sanji glared, then stood up and walked with some struggle.

"Okay!" Luffy pumped his fist. "Let's go!"

"Smash into the Card Castle!" Borod chimed in with determination.

"First we eat, then change," Luffy decided.

"Wh-what?" Borod stammered. Sure enough, they stopped at a shop to find new clothes after grabbing some food, to his chagrin. "Your crewmates were kidnapped, and you just sit here eating?"

"Shouldn't you attack?" Akees asked.

Usopp pulled on an orange jacket above dark green pants, while simultaneously eating a bread roll. "Nami will be fine, and she oughta protect Venus for me."

"For you??" Akees raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

Usopp almost choked on his roll, but quickly caught himself. "Us!! Us!! For us!! That's what I meant!" He rambled nervously, and cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "For us."

"Ah, this is much better," Zoro grinned in relief, now wearing an open black jacket, and a white scarf with his usual, black pants.

Sanji took a smoke break just outside, now in a blue-green patterned button-up, and black pants. "That's it. You take the bill, eh?" He asked Borod.

"What?"

"Here ya go." The elderly shopowner handed him the bill. "Do come again."

"What?" Borod and Akees glared in annoyance at the pirates already making their leave. "Can we bargain a little?"

"No," She refused.

"We're a bit short."

"Not a chance."

Not needing to change, Luffy merely stuffed himself while window-shopping. "Luffy, whaddaya doing here?" Usopp peeked in the window with him. "Hm?" He saw that there were jars, teapots, and perfume bottles on display, with a recurring theme. "This is really beautiful stuff."

"All clockwork?" Sanji and Zoro walked inside.

Usopp wouldn't understand what Luffy said, because his mouth was full. "What was that?" He watched as he coiled his arms together. "Clockwork..." He mimed a triangle, as Borod and Akees rejoined them. "Island... is a fun... island."

"Outsiders. You know nothing about this place." They looked up, and saw a couple that looked like engineers sitting at a table on the level above them. "This place used to be a dream. The fun times have long since passed."

Luffy swallowed his mouthful. "We built this mechanical clock to celebrate our child," The woman recalled sadly, and gazed at a portrait of said clock above them, "The whole island rejoiced."

"So you're the ones who built the Diamond Clock!" Akees exclaimed.

"But since the Card Pirates came, everyday has been hell for us," The man said, as everyone listened, "Nowadays, we only build weapons that kill people. If we protest, Bear King will crush the island. As long as he has the ratchet key, we can do naught."

"That's horrible!" Akees glared.

"That's all finished now," Borod assured, "These guys will smash the Card Pirates!"

"When did we say that?" Sanji confronted.

"We just wanna get our stuff, and the girls!" Usopp added, "Then we're leaving this place."

"Doesn't it make you mad?" Borod asked.

"Make you furious?" Akees chimed in.

"You gotta save this island!" Borod urged.

"Save this island!"

"You're just saying that, because you wanna nick the Clock!" Usopp challenged with a confident grin.

"Hey!" Borod silenced him with his hand covering his mouth.

The couple heard him, however. "Oh? Well, if you want, feel free to steal the Clock," The woman decided, and turned to her husband, "Seeing it just brings back painful memories. But stealing it is impossible. No one has ever succeeded at that."

"Borod can steal anything he wants!" Akees said.

"Yeah!" He agreed.

The woman walked to the railing. "You don't know how dangerous they are. You must leave this instant."

"Sorry, ma'am," Sanji refused.

"We have our reasons," Zoro added.

"You have no future if you die!" She protested.

"Nor if you run away," Luffy said, and as everyone turned to him, he gave a teeth-baring grin. "Right?" With that, everyone ran outside. "Let's go!"

"Yeah!" Zoro agreed.

"Wait, Nami-san," Sanji glared in determination.

Akees tripped after he was out the door. "Ouch!"

"What're you doing?" Usopp pulled him up by the shirt back on his feet.

"Come, Akees!" Borod urged.

"Yes!"

"Don't worry, Venus-chan," Usopp said more to himself, "We're coming."

"But..." The couple tried to follow them, but their efforts were futile. The woman hung her head low, and saw a small, wooden music box abandoned on the sidewalk. "Huh?" She picked it up in curiosity. "Did he call him Akees?"

#magical straw hat #clockwork island adventure #one piece #one piece oc #tempeste g. venus #borodo #borod #akisu #akees #i didn't realize until later that this is before warship island 😶#works out better this way anyway

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spicycreativity · 2 years ago

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Thank you for the ingredients, now I cook

Don't ask me what this AU is 😝 It's whatever you want it to be

cw for alcohol use, very slight blood mention, and some innuendo

Virgil's attempt at a chill Halloween get-together had spiraled out of control in spectacular fashion. He'd only wanted to watch movies with friends, but soon found himself at the head of a decades-themed rager (courtesy of Roman and Remus, of course).

Fortunately for him, as the twins had gotten more and more excited about the party, they had stripped more and more responsibilities from him. Over the course of a mere two days, Virgil had gone from Head of the Halloween Party Council (whatever the hell that meant) to Co-Head to "guy in charge of buying cups and wrangling together a '90's-themed costume."

He'd mostly checked out after that.

Halloween night found him one of the first guests at the party which gave him the relative advantage of watching his friends trickle in. Comfortable in his skater clothes and guyliner, he settled back with a cup of something green that Remus had made.

The twins flitted around in their respective outfits, strange opposing forces in the empty house. Roman, who had chosen the 2000s, was dressed in his Disney Channel finest: layers and layers and pink camo and a vintage baby tee he'd no doubt spent far too much money on. Remus, by contrast, wore shades of mud-crusted brown and a noose around his neck.

"What are you supposed to be?" Virgil asked, waving him over.

"1930s," Remus said, draping faux spider webs around Virgil's neck. "I'm a farmer who killed himself during the Dust Bowl." He tugged on the noose, sticking his tongue out demonstratively.

"Jeeze," Virgil mumbled into his cup, "sorry I asked."

Next to arrive was Virgil's favorite person in the whole universe. Clad head to toe in a suit of black and gold, Janus strode in like he owned the place, his glossy black cane tapping on the floor with each footstep. Remus, who appeared to be on alcohol duty, brought him a wine glass filled to the top with something shimmery and black.

"Virgil," Janus said coolly, sprawling on the couch perpendicular to Virgil. "Looking classy as always."

"You look like the human embodiment of 'creative accounting,'" Virgil said in lieu of a greeting.

"You look like you're willing to give me a great deal on the Brooklyn Bridge," Roman chimed in before Janus could so much as open his mouth to respond.

"You look like the name 'John D Rockefeller' makes you break out in hives," Virgil added.

Janus' expression shifted from calmly bemused to wrathful in an instant, but Logan's arrival headed off the argument before it could begin.

"Hi, Logan!" Remus said, bounding in with another Solo cup. "Nice pocket rocket."

"It's a pocket protector," Logan corrected, adjusting his tie.

Virgil sat back to appreciate the view. A simple white shirt and black tie were all Logan needed to sell the '50s nerd aesthetic, but he'd even parted and pomaded his hair and swapped his usual glasses for chunkier black frames. "Come sit by me, Lo!" he called. Anything to put a body between him and Janus.

Logan took it upon himself to strike up a polite, if awkward conversation with Janus, leaving Virgil to sit with his thoughts and the green apple drink Remus has given him.

It tasted like juice.

That could be dangerous.

Virgil sipped it and stared at the floor. Five people did not a rager make, so where was everyone else? Where was Patton?

"Hey, Roman?" he asked, catching Roman by the tail of one of his many fringe scarves. "Where is everybody?"

Roman jerked his scarf free and scowled at Virgil, but made no smart remarks. "I told everyone else to come later."

"Even Patton? That's kinda harsh, man."

"Of course not Patton." Roman closed his arms. "I don't know where he is."

"Oh."

"Anyway, you all were supposed to help with party prep before Remus started handing out booze."

"Oh, yeah." Virgil glanced into the depths of his cup like it might hold answers. "What's in here, anyway?"

Roman waved a hand. "I don't know. Vodka? Tequila? I just heard a lot of cackling and splashing and saw some empty bottles. I'd drink it slowly if I were you."

"That's the plan, Sebastian Stan."

Roman continued on his way, leaving Virgil to eavesdrop. Remus had joined the conversation now and it had taken a distinct turn for the unhinged, but Virgil couldn't be bothered to tune in. The room around him spun gently, reality pulsing in gentle waves— Fuck, he'd already drank too fast, hadn't he? Someone really should have put a warning on the cups.

Virgil sat back just as Logan leaned forward, giving him the sickening impression that the world was moving in fast forward for a split second. Whatever Logan, Janus, and Remus were talking about, they'd gotten invested in it.

Virgil couldn't really bring himself to care. He stared straight ahead at the entry way, his gaze fixed on one of the giant rubber spiders taped to the door.

He was the only one who noticed when the door opened.

This gave him a few key seconds to adjust to the shock of seeing Patton's outfit in all its glory. He'd been expecting '80s technicolor and swishy fabric, not... manwhore couture.

Patton had obviously cropped his shirt and shorts himself; the crooked lines wobbled dangerously, showing off a daring expanse of thigh and belly— was that a two-inch inseam? Shaggy golden hair gleamed on his thighs and stomach, most prominently in the form of a happy trail that disappeared into the hem of his denim cutoffs. His cropped tee had once borne some sort of logo, but now the only remaining ink showed the top halves of the letters 'XXL.' Virgil swallowed and didn't let his gaze linger as he looked down and found just what he'd expected: knee high tube socks and a pair of roller skates.

It was all he could do to keep his jaw from dropping as Patton rolled into the sitting room and promptly crashed into the back of an armchair with a blithe "whoops!"

Everyone looked up at once and the room went deadly quiet. A heartbeat passed and the sound of shattering glass split the air.

Virgil flinched, head whipping instinctively toward the source of the sound, and found Janus gripping the bloodied stem of a wine glass, blushing furiously. Shards of glass rested on his legs and on the arm of the couch, an inky black stain creeping over the upholstery.

Virgil slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud, but Remus evidently had no such qualms; he tipped his head back and howled, tears already pooling at the corners of his eyes. "I think..." he started breathlessly, gesturing spasmodically at Patton, "I think Janus... likes your costume!" He dissolved into a fit of hysterical laughter, threatening Virgil's desperate grip on his decorum. Lunging to his feet, he grabbed Remus by the lapels and yanked him deeper into the house before laughter overtook him.

"Did you see his face?" Virgil asked, grabbing Remus' shoulder to keep from losing his balance. "Oh my god!"

"Stop," Remus choked, finding his own balance against the wall. He was laughing so hard he could barely get the words out, each one a desperate squeak. "Stop stop stop. The fucking— the wine glass!"

They both sank into stifled incoherence again. Virgil's abs were starting to ache and he steadied himself with a few deep, shaky breaths.

The sound of footsteps on the hardwood startled him into genuine composure and he yanked Remus into a bedroom just in time for voices to emerge from above the heavy thump of rollerskates against the floor.

"...sorry I startled you, Janus!" came Patton's easy tone. "Is it just the one cut on your finger?"

There was a long pause before Janus spoke, and the tension was enough to make Remus squeak and stuff a fist into his mouth. "It... I, um..." He cleared his throat. "I can't tell."

"Ooh, you know what helps?" Patton asked rhetorically. "Putting it in your mouth. Here, I'll show you."

"That won't be necessary!" Janus said, far too loudly and with none of his usual composure. "I'll just... pressure."

"He has to be doing that on purpose," Virgil whispered.

"If you're sure!" Patton said cheerfully. "Oh, here's the bathroom. Okay, give me your hand. I'll get you aaall taken care of."

"I'm sure you will," Remus whispered before covering his mouth again.

Still shaking with stifled laughter, Virgil smacked him in the arm.

The sound of the bathroom door shutting marked the end of the little show. Virgil sank to the floor, finally giving in the hysterical laughter he'd been so desperately staving off.

Whatever else happened tonight, he'd certainly gotten his money's worth.

Constantly tortured by the mental image of Patton rocking up to the function in full-on 80s roller skates, knee-high tube socks, teeny tiny little bitty denim cutoffs, diy college tee crop top, hairy legs and dad bod on full display and Janus tenses up so much his wine glass shatters in his hand

#listen your tags INSPIRED me #spicywrites #lil bit of analogical snuck in there bc apparently i cant help myself hehe

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hanzajesthanza · 2 years ago

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not to get all sappy but it is indeed inspiring how sapkowski wrote "witcher" as a 38-year old divorcee with a son embarking on his teens. and the story came in third place and it almost didn't even win because parowski almost didn't even read it, and it was too long and had to be shortened a bit and...

sometimes i feel like i have no creative potential and then i remember. i am in my 20s

#let me also mention: in a very intense and stressful political and economic time and place #and then he got bullied by fellow fantasy fans for being an old man :thumbsup: nothing ever changes ever /hj #/hj meaning he did not get bullied in the strict sense of the word but he was confused for a cop and #almost got kicked out of his first convention. i mean this is all allegedly from his account but...#txt #andrzej sapkowski #and by cop i mean authority of the government because it was common for the government to send someone to #monitor the convening and the kind of information and stories being shared #and WHY was he mistaken for an authority? well he not only was like 10 to 20 years younger than everyone else there #but he wore a suit and tie... and everyone was like. yeah. that guy's a cop #im sorry i just read about this past week and i lost my shit howling with sorry laughter #re: divorcee. he divorced in 1980 and remarried by the time boe was released in 1994 but idk WHEN he remarried to his current wife maria.

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proherokai · 2 years ago

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beginning, middle, end - e-42!miles

100% based of the iconic A Different World wedding scene

if you haven’t watched it, what are you doing with your life??

posting another ver for e-1610!miles because i love both of my bookies 😚

warning: google translated spanish

got spiderverse themed divider from @//saradika

even though it’s not implied, this was written with a black!reader in place so take that as you will <3

this is the song the title is based off of, you don’t have to listen to it but i love it

what were you doing? why were you doing this ?

you’d bullshitted your way into a relationship that served more harm than it did good. it was just supposed to be a placeholder, it was supposed to make him jealous, make him come to his senses instead of the usual, you going to him. you wanted it differently, but when 1 month turned into 1 year and that turned into 3…you knew he wasn’t going to come to you. he didn’t care as much as you thought or maybe his ego

the walk down the aisle was heart wrenching, and agonizingly slow. the big dress you wore felt like one hundred bricks and the eyes of everyone on you in the altar made it all the more worse. you had to force yourself to control your breathing as you neared your groom.

you want this. you want this. you want this.

you do not want this.

you want something completely different. you want someone completely different.

“you look beautiful, my love.” your groom said as he smiled. the name sounded so much different in english.

you gave him a small smile, not wanting to use your voice.

the preacher went on and on, the usual stuff about weddings and holy matrimony, but all you could think about was the man that you were not marrying, the man who had too much pride to right his wrongs, the man who gave you a goddamn headache, the man you wanted to just strangle until he got his sense returned to him, the man whose smile was very rare to see but when you did see it, you wanted to cherish it forever.

goddamnit, you weren’t supposed to be thinking about him at your own wedding! you weren’t supposed to be thinking about any man at your wedding.

“i do.” your groom answered the preacher.

shiiiit.

the preacher turned to you and began to talk about sickness and in health for richer for poor the who spiel and all you could hear was your beating heart and then silence, complete silence. no preacher talking, no talking of the vows, just eerie silence.

“baby?” the groom asked as he looked at his fiancée.

you snapped out of your trance to look at him, “hm?” you asked.

“are you okay?” he muttered.

no, you weren’t okay, but how could you tell your groom that? what could you even blame it on? cold feet? wedding day jitters? miles? no. you couldn’t blame it on anything. anything but being in love with someone other than your fiancée.

the more you went on being silent, the congregation started to murmur amongst themselves. whispers of ‘will she, won’t she’ and many other murmurs that were driving you crazy.

“what’s going on?”

“yeah!”

“are you gonna marry the guy or what?!”

the voices made you more anxious, the thought of speaking right now sent shockwaves through your body and you felt your mind start to race—

“will you, ma?”

a voice louder than the rest spoke out. the voice you’d been waiting to hear for 3 years, the voice you’d heard in your dreams, the voice you had reminisced about, daydreamed about. you turned around to make sure you weren’t dreaming him, and thank god you weren’t.

even at a wedding, he still donned his limited edition jordan’s he never looked finer in a suit and tie.

“te amo, hermosa y si me tienes, quiero que seas mi esposa. sé que no estuve allí, lo siento por no venir, antes era demasiado orgullosa pero no puedo vivir sin ti, hermosa, estaré mejor—” (i love you, beautiful and if you'll have me, i want you to be my wife. i know i wasn't there, i'm sorry for not coming around, i was too prideful before but i can't live without you, hermosa, i'll be better—)

“what is he even saying? get him out of here!” your groom yelled as a bunch of his groomsmen went to go grab miles.

“i’m telling her she don’t need to be with your ugly ass—get the hell off me!” miles yelled out and a slur or curses in spanish. you were so far in your mind that you hadn’t noticed miles’ uncle, aaron, getting up to defend his nephew.

miles had yelled your name as they all pushed him backwards, towards the door.

“will you have me, miles, as your lawfully wedded husband from this day forth? to have and to hold in richer for poorer? baby please, please!”

“i do!” you blurted out, not even needing time to think about your answer. the whole congregation gasped.

“what?” your groom looked at you, wide eyes. he tugged your arm so that you’d focus on him instead of miles who was no longer being pushed toward the door but instead he was breathing heavy and staring at you while the men that had tried to drag him out had stopped to look at you, all eyes were on you and this time, and it didn’t feel anxiety inducing.

“she said ‘i do’!” someone from the congregation yelled.

“but who the hell to?” someone else replied

“i…i’m sorry. i can’t marry you.” the emphasis on ‘you’ should have told him everything you need to know. you looked back at miles and tugged your arm away from your wilted groom.

miles had tugged himself away from the groomsmen & stared at you. you practically ran to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and locked your lips together. he’d wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and turning you around.

to your surprise, most of the congregation applauded in celebration while the others left with the groom.

“well, is someone getting married or what?!” the preacher questioned.

“we are.” miles responded back as pulled away from you and set you down, grabbing your hand & making your way to the altar.

“by the power vested in me i now pronounce you man and wife you—“ miles had already leaned you over to kiss you before the preacher could finish his sentence. “—may now kiss the bride.” the preacher finished quickly. everyone clapped and cheered, you could see the cameras flash behind your closed eyes.

now this is what you wanted.

miles pulled you back up & looked at you with such love and affection.

“mi esposa.” he said to you before picking you up bridal style, causing you to giggle, and taking off down the altar.

this is definitely what you wanted.

#earth 42 miles #miles morales #e-42!miles #spiderman #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #a different world wedding scene #atsv miles #miles morales x you #prowler miles #prowler miles x reader #bl00dsuccker

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raibebe · 2 years ago

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Cloud nine

Genre: suggestive Words: 1.821 Prompt: pilot Jaemin x female reader Warnings: :] none..? A cock is getting touched through fabric?

A/N: Yeah :] raibebe comeback? I guess? This is basically all foreplay and I'm just edging you guys for the smut :]

“Psst, hey,” your coworker hissed while she was preparing a drink for someone seated in first class, confidently handling the wine glass despite the movement of the plane. “What?” You giggled, looking up from the book you were reading while most of the people on the flight had gone to sleep, meaning you finally had some time to yourself between crying children and Karens complaining about stuff you couldn’t change in the first place. “Come over here.” “What’s gotten into you?” You shook your head but walked over anyway, huddling close to her in the small space of the kitchenette. “I think the co-pilot is into you,” she whispered, wiggling her eyebrows for extra measure. “What? Mister Na?” “He sooo kept looking at you when he made his round through first class.” “Please, he probably was just making sure there were no weird drunks again,” you tried to wave it off, shuddering at the memory of your last flight where a drunk businessman had made so many misplaced comments and wouldn’t keep his hands to himself that one of the male staff had to step in.

“You should shoot your shot. Catch yourself a nice and handsome pilot.” “You’re reading too many romance novels,” you just rolled your eyes like you hadn’t been reading one a minute ago. “I’m serious. At least slip him your number or something when you’re bringing them their next meal,” she grinned. “I’m not supposed to-“ “Well at least one of us has to invest in your love life,” she shrugged, leaving with the drink she had prepared for one of the rich businessmen seated in first class. Shaking your head, you went back to your book but not without throwing a quick look towards the cockpit’s door that of course was locked like it was supposed to be on long flights like this.

Getting off an intercontinental flight was always extra rewarding, especially when you were staying at such a nice hotel as this in a tropical country, with all expenses covered by your company before you had to fly back after a day of relaxing. “Slip him your room number,” your coworker hissed as you waited at the reception for everyone to receive their key cards, the pilots last as they were ogled both by the women behind the reception desk and whoever was currently walking across the lobby. You couldn’t blame them though. The two pilots were so different that there was something for everyone’s taste: It was either the middle-aged pilot who you assumed was extruding just the right amount of daddy energy to be sexy if it wasn’t for the wedding band on his finger. And Co-Pilot Na just looked like he was ready to walk on a runway with his neatly styled hair, just the right amount of dyed strands falling into his strong eyebrows, and his suit jacket lazily thrown over his shoulder. The perfectly messy look was completed by a couple of buttons undone on his white dress shirt, exposing his collar bones and teasing the swell of his chest muscles while his tie hung loosely around his neck. And if all of that wasn’t enough, he of course wore a pair of big mirrored sunglasses on the elegant slope of his nose.

“Stop staring at him and actually do it,” your coworker brought you back to reality when you were captured by the sweet smile co-pilot Na was flashing to the blushing receptionist as he received his key card for his room with polite hands. “He’s probably tired and this is a stupid idea,” you hissed, elbowing her in the stomach when she tried to argue right as the pilots made their way over to the rest of the cabin crew, hoping that would finally make her drop the whole topic.

“Let’s have a nice stay everybody,” the older one of the pilots smiled almost fatherly, “Enjoy your stay and I will see you again on our flight back in 36 hours.” With that, he tipped his captain’s hat and made his way over to the elevators, his phone already in hand, probably to call his family as soon as he was in the comfort of his room. “What he said,” Co-Pilot Na simply grinned, running a hand through his hair to further mess up the once meticulously styled strands. But for some reason it only made him look more attractive. “They said the drinks at the bar are pretty good, just be sober by the time we have to be on the plane again.” You didn’t know if his words truly were funny or if his face did most of the work but it had most of the girls from the cabin crew giggling almost shyly. “I’ll see you around then,” he waved you off as well, pulling his small carry-on across the lobby.

“Do it,” your colleague hissed again, quickly pulling you with her to follow the handsome Co-pilot to the elevator. “I’m not that desperate,” you hissed back but let her squeeze the three of you into the elevator anyways. Thank god none of you had problems with claustrophobia despite how tight the fit was with three adults and your carry-ons. “Where are you getting off?” He asked politely, already pressing the button for the seventh floor for himself. “Sixth for me,” your colleague smiled sweetly. “I’m on sixth as well,” you tried to smile as well while simultaneously pinching your colleague who was not so subtly trying to push you closer to the handsome pilot like you weren’t already invading his personal space.

“Have a good night, rest well,” he smiled once you had stepped out onto your floor, always the polite gentleman. “You too, Mister Na,” your coworker smiled just as the doors closed. “Did you do it?” She asked excitedly the second the doors slid closed in front of Co-pilot Na’s handsome face. “What? Of course not,” you rolled your eyes, pulling your carry-on down the hallway to find your room. “You better make a move on him tomorrow at the pool then.” “Co-Pilot Na doesn’t get into the pool,” you immediately answered, only to quickly regret bringing it up when your coworker’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god. You already know him more intimately.” “I flew with him a handful of times and have never seen him at the pool or at the beach. That’s all,” you tried to explain yourself but you knew you had dug this grave for yourself to lay in. “So you kept an eye out for him,” she wiggled her brows. “Oh please, even I can admit he’s good-looking,” you rolled your eyes, quickly unlocking your room to end the conversation, “Good night.” “You’re absolutely no fun,” she sighed but waved you off anyways, promising to text you so you could go have breakfast together.

Groaning loudly once you were in your room, you quickly looked around the room and the bathroom that was attached, noticing the big bathtub you were surely going to use later to loosen up your tense muscles from walking in heels for close to ten hours. But for now, all you wanted was to get out of your uniform and faceplant into the soft-looking mattress. But alas, you couldn’t just rip it off of your body when you didn’t want to spend your free time ironing it again.

Just when you were down to your blouse - your blazer and pants already neatly hung away - someone knocked at your door. Not really thinking about it, you opened it without even checking who had knocked, coming face to face with a grinning Co-Pilot. “Well hello there,” he grinned, giving you a quick once over as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest so his dress shirt was fitting even more snugly, his suit jacket and tie nowhere to be seen. “Your lovely coworker slipped me this note with your room number.” To prove his point, he held up a little piece of paper between two of his fingers. “Oh my god, she didn’t,” you groaned, ripping it from his grip to read the cheesy and provocative message.

“Guess she caught me staring at you.” “You’re not even half as sneaky as you think you are.” “How do you expect me to keep my eyes off of you if you look like this?” He spoke lowly, unashamedly looking at your exposed cleavage before he sneaked his arms around your waist only to grab two handfuls of your panty-clad ass so he could roughly pull you against his chest. “At least get into the room first, Mister,” you laughed hoarsely, slipping your hands up his chest to feel the solid musicale beneath your fingertips. “Maybe I like the thrill,” he sighed, leaning in until his lips barely grazed yours when he spoke. “You’re the worst, Na Jaemin,” you sighed, getting lost in his dark eyes. “You love it though,” Jaemin whispered, his long lashes fluttering as he closed his eyes. “I do,” you smiled before finally closing the distance between your lips to softly kiss him, languidly moving them together.

But like so often, it didn’t stay chaste like that once Jaemin licked over your bottom lip to demand entrance that you easily granted him, mewling into his mouth as he walked you back into your room, carelessly kicking the door shut. “Too bad you’re already out of your uniform. Would have loved fucking you in that,” he groaned, kissing down your neck. “You like it that much?” You teased, cupping his hardening cock through his slacks. “Do you have any idea how good your ass looks in these pants?” Your snarky reply got stuck in your throat when Jaemin raked his teeth over your fluttering pulse, knowing full well you’d get into trouble if he were to leave marks.

“If we wouldn’t both lose our jobs, I’d have made us part of the mile-high club already,” he promised, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your exposed skin. “The bathrooms are way too cramped for that,” you groaned, making quick work of the buttons of Jaemin’s dress shirt so you could feel his skin beneath your fingertips. “You could ride me in the cockpit,” he moaned, carelessly shucking his shirt off before he pushed you down onto the mattress. “Putting the cock in cockpit,” you giggled, scooting up until you rested against the plush pillows. “I’d rather put it in you,” he joked, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows. “Shut up or you’ll not put your dick anywhere,” you rolled your eyes but opened your legs for him anyways, showing him the lacy underwear you wore today that he had gifted you when he had come back from his last flight to Rome. “Oh I know just what’ll shut me up,” he moaned, climbing onto the bed and between your legs to suck a bruise to the inside of your thigh.

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