#he always tried to reason with her that maybe Red Boy is better off in heaven instead of on a path to be killed later down the line

[giuseppe-yuki]

i'm a feminist, obviously (but i really wouldn't mind him saving me)

sailor!kimi antonelli x pirate‘s daughter!reader

w.c.: 4.8k

warnings: attempted assault, curse words, blood (?)

summary: it‘s not so safe being the daughter of an infamous pirate lord- good thing you know how to fight. however, for some godforsaken reason, your father still assigns you one of his novice sailors as a “protector” of some sorts. obviously, you‘re no damsel in distress, but it’s kind of cute how hard he tries to protect you. so, you let him.

a/n: holy cow this idea has been marinating for like 6 months but i was too lazy to write it until today - anyways its loosely inspired by olivia rodrigo's unreleased song, prison for life :)

picture credits from pinterest :)

“kimi’s still being quite obvious, isn’t he?” doriane notes, nodding at the scene playing out in front of you both. 

you turn your head towards the general direction where doriane was pointing before your mouth splits into a grin. you watch in amusement as the new recruit wobbles his way across the damp mess hall, clearly still not used to life aboard a pirate ship, and plops down on a barrel next to one of your father’s cabin boys, luke. after a few glances around, he attempts to discreetly maneuver himself to face you from his spot on the barrel, even if that meant completely ignoring a confused looking luke who was in the middle of explaining something animatedly.  “mmm,” you hum in agreement, taking a swig of your ale, before sending a wink at kimi.

his amber eyes get real wide when he catches you looking back at him, and he almost falls off the barrel in his haste to turn around. 

your father’s pathetic attempts were not slick at all. it was actually quite obvious what he was doing - assigning you an “extra layer of protection.” ever since the alarming news of a rival pirate band, the "red bulls," had defeated the infamous “scuderia ferrari” clan and kidnapped the captain’s son, charles, your father had become increasingly wary of your safety, even on his own well-protected ships. 

as if you needed protection though - at the age of ten, you were giddily working the cannons and participating in hand-to-hand combat with the sailors. when you were twelve, you mastered knife throwing (which honestly came to you naturally) by throwing your hand-carved knives onto targets pinned on your father’s other two pretty vessels, "williams" and "aston martin”. by the time you turned sixteen, under the prideful gaze of your father, you routinely joined the crew in happily looting the cargo ships that were stupid enough to sail by your father's pirate armada.

it honestly seemed like a joke at first, considering you were always surrounded by people like your friend lia, from williams, who could easily take out a man twice her size, or doriane, who was under your father's mercedes crew, that knew twelve ways to kill someone with a spoon. when you mentioned it to doriane during your weekly sparring session, she almost keeled over from laughing. who was that little novice sailor supposed to protect you from when the boys at red bull were probably the ones that needed protection from you?

however, it was now clear that it wasn’t a joke. it seemed that he actually did have some skinny little sailor- who looked like he would lose a fight to the rats that lived in the galley- trailing around you, looking like a lost puppy. even worse- it seemed like he was obsessed with you. 

feeling put-off by the thought, you remove yourself from your seat between lia and doriane to head back to your cabin. maybe you can pen a letter to your father to change his mind.

they don’t even notice your leave as they continue bickering on the better weapon to use if you were ambushed. (dagger or pistol?)

you run through scenarios in your head to complain to your father about in order to dismiss kimi of this insipid job. the more you thought about it, he was more of a liability instead of a help. ambush? he’d probably be the first one to hightail it away. attempted kidnapping? yeah, his throat would probably be slit by the time he even noticed anything gone wrong. storm? no doubt he would likely be the one to fall overboard first. fire onboard? kimi would burn to a crisp. you were sure he couldn’t tell the sharp point or the butt of a sword even if he tried. 

as you float up the stairs back towards your cabin (perks of being captain’s daughter, you suppose), you giggle at the image of kimi scratching his head in front of a sword, trying to figure out which side was which.

distracted, you don’t notice until it’s too late.

a bulky gunner, outfitted with the signature green bandana marking him from your father’s aston martin ship, slips out of the shadows behind you and grabs your shoulders. it startles you, preventing you from making too much of a fuss before he slams you against the wall of the secluded staircase.

you add a new box to your mental list on how kimi was to give you a disadvantage - by distracting you via fake scenarios.

your skin stings from the rough wood digging into your back as he leans closer, horrid breath wafting into your nose. 

it’s obvious that he expects you to be the shivering damsel that you look like.

“hello there,” he spits into your ear. “you’re looking real ravishing darling.” 

you bite back your scoff, instead focusing your attention on slowly sliding your hands under your coat. 

this is why you always keep a dagger in your leather sheath nearby - men like these were always roaming your father’s ships. 

the gunner leans forward, fully intent on - quite rudely too - putting his lips on yours. 

you’re about to pull your dagger out from its hiding place to slit the man’s neck when a loud “HEY!” catches both of your attentions. 

you peer over the gunner’s shoulders to find none other than kimi, standing wide-eyed at the sight of the rather large man pushing you against the wall against your will. 

“unhand her.” he hisses with as much venom as he can muster (which wasn’t much, considering he was shaking like a leaf). 

when neither of you move, he scrabbles at his scabber for his novice sword - a pretty little thing that was silver and wood with engravings around the handle. 

he gives it a few experimental slashes at the gunner, warning him to back away. 

“get away from her,” kimi snips, borderline poking the gunner’s chest with the tip of the sword. 

the gunner’s brow wrinkles, and it seemed, at first, that he was going to fight back at kimi, who was holding a weapon he obviously didn’t know how to use. 

instead, he laughs, roughly pushing himself away from you and adjusting his green bandana.

“alright, alright, got yourself a little protector here, huh?” the gunner snorts, stepping back as kimi maneuvers himself around hulking man to stand guard in front of your figure against the wall. “didn’t realize you came with a puppy.”

he gives kimi one last mocking glare before he clomps away, boots thudding against the deck. 

you give the back of his a glare as he walks away, shoulders still rolling with that smug, heavy-limbed swagger. there’s no shame in any fibre of his being, and he doesn’t even look back. 

kimi doesn’t relax - not even when the gunner disappears around the corner, not when the tension lingers in the air like smoke. 

his sword is still raised, trembling just slightly, and you can see the wood of his handle is slick where his fingers are gripped, knuckles white. 

you feel a sudden warmth in your chest when you look at him with his terrible sword grip, along with a pang of guilt for underestimating how far he would go to protect you.

sighing, after you tuck your own dagger back into the hidden sheath, you reach up and pat his raised arm, coaxing him to relax a little bit. 

“thanks for doing that,” you say, watching him visibly deflate as the adrenaline in him runs out. 

he nods, avoiding eye contact. 

“yeah, i’m just trying keeping you- safe, that’s all.”

“mm,” you hum back, feeling charmed by his choice of words. “i think you really scared him off.”

kimi laughs a little, breathless and disbelieving as he tries to shove his sword back its scabbard. it takes him a few tries.

“you really think so?” 

you give him a bright nod, but your eyes start drifting back in the direction of the gunner. 

he probably thought that you were going to let him off easy.

“stay here,” you instruct kimi as you push off the wall, hands sliding into your coat for your dagger. 

he begins to stutter out justifications on why he should follow to protect you, but you give him a stern turn of your head.

“no, no, i insist, you should sit down,” you suggest, pointing to the wall. 

kimi looks a bit dazed, but he hesitantly slides down and takes a seat on a step of the stairs as you slip away.

the gunner’s green bandana is visible against the orangey-red backdrop of the setting sun sitting on line of crashing waves as far as the eye can see, which only makes it easier for you spot him out of the groups of sailors milling above the top deck.

when you reach him, you quickly swing your leg in a smooth arc against his ankles, send him crashing to ground roughly, mid conversation. his mate, another gunner that was usually aboard the aston martin, jerks back roughly at the sight of the captain’s daughter standing above his friend, who was now cursing on the floor.

“what the fuck-” the gunner grunts, rolling back, only to see you hovering over him with your dagger under his chin, shadow covering him like a looming figure. 

you allow the tip of your dagger prick his chin, drawing a few drops of ruby blood.

“hey bitch,” you say when sucks in his breath in fear, kicking him in the stomach with the sharp tip of your boot for good measure. “try that shit with me again and i’m throwing you overboard.”

“right - sorry, i’m sorry,” he stutters out, grasping at his stomach, desperately trying to catch his breath. 

you look over at his mate with your knife still out and trained at the gunner’s pulse point, and are pleased to see both men holding their hands out in peace and trying to scoot away.

nodding tersely in satisfaction, you slowly turn back around, but not before giving them an extra warning as an afterthought. 

“stay away from kimi, too.”

you decide to invite kimi over to your quarters afterwards, for a drink. 

it’s a “reward” for saving you from the crazy aston martin gunner, you say to him (and a little bit to yourself - you were supposed to not like him, for god’s sake!) 

kimi looks a little bit too ecstatic to be invited over into your little room.

he looks around your finely decorated quarters, brown eyes shining, as soon as he steps into the doorway. you know it must look like a massive upgrade from the usual dim and dark atmosphere where the sailor’s cots were hung down in the berth deck. 

you slide open a hidden compartment in your big mahogany shelf that your father plundered from a merchant ship before, smoothly sliding out a big glass bottle.

it’s sleek and expensive-looking, something that kimi didn’t expect from a pirate. 

you pour the rum into two red and white porcelain cups that proudly bore the pirate signet of the haas’ fleet - plunder from a successful attack from a few years back.

kimi is still standing, admiring pieces of artwork (that you proudly stole from half-destroyed ferrari ships when you were 14) when you set the cups down on your wooden desk, so you lead him gently away from the paintings before pushing him into velvet chair by splaying your hand on his chest and shoving him backwards lightly. 

he gulps when he sees the shaded liquid glowing in the light of the lanterns around the room. 

“you’ve had rum before, right?” you ask casually, sitting atop your desk in front of him. there was no way he hadn’t - most every pirate did by the time they were kimi’s age.

“yeah… i mean- no.” he stutters out, blinking at the liquid shaking in its glass as the ship navigates the rocky waves. “but how hard can it be, right?”

you know he must be a lightweight the second he knocks back the drink as if it was water.

“kimi!” you yelp, alarmed, quickly setting your cup down on the table. 

forget death by falling overboard. he would probably be the first one in the history of piracy to die by choking on rum. 

he sputters, teary eyed, but gives you thumbs up with a hardly reassuring grin. 

“s’good - it’s…smooth and has a little, um, bite.”

your look of concern dissolves into laughter.

after only one drink, the tips of his ears goes red, he starts grinning a little too wide, and his face, while slightly blushing when looking at you too long before, is now a slightly concerning shade of pink. 

he giggles as he recalls a story about stealing someone’s pocket money with his old best friend when he was younger, and buying a ransom’s worth of sweets to eat.

you’re starting to find him…a little cute, dare you say, even if he’s just supposed to be that little “protector” your father had hired in a laughable attempt to keep you safe. 

as he finishes his second drink, kimi’s little story suddenly turns into observations of your room, and he starts rambling about how soft your bed looks and how shiny the knobs of your desk are, which only make him even more endearing to you.

you are only snapped out of your daydreaming daze when he tries to adjust his sitting position on your chair, only to fall and almost crack his head on the bedpost of your bed. the half of the liquid in his cup splashes onto his scruffy linen top. 

“alright kimi,” you mutter, ripping his half-finished third cup of rum away from him, all the while forcing him to sit safely back on the chair.

“i think that’s enough rum for you.” 

his head lolls slightly, but he manages to keep his eyes trained on you as you fuss around him, peeling his dirtied shirt off to soak in water first, and second, clean up any spilled remnants of rum on the floorboards. the last thing you wanted was your father asking telling you off about your hidden supply of alcohol. 

“you’re warm,” he slurs, mumbling into your arms when you attempt to pull him up. 

on your third attempt of yanking him upwards towards the door, you finally let out a sigh and flop kimi down into your own bed instead, knowing that there was no way he would make it down to the sailor’s quarters himself. plus, it would keep him from accidentally ramming his entire head through the walls if he accidentally stumbles.

he giggles more, words getting more accented as he blabs incoherently. you think you hear your name in his random mutterings, and it easily turns your own cheeks pink. 

you chalk it up to the rum. you must be drunk or something. there’s no way you were blushing over his words.

before you can think about your actions - and its consequences - you sit on the bed, gently reaching out and run a hand through his hair.

he looks at you in a dopey grin, blinking slowly, before relaxing into the palm of your hand with a sigh. when it smooths over the nape of kimi’s neck, the coiled ringlets of his soft chocolate brown curls wind like vines around your fingers.

you stay like that, running your hands through his hair for a few beats of comfortable silence.

“hey, y’know, i got there just in time.” he murmurs, proud yet sluggish from the rum, referring to the inchident from earlier. “you were in trouble- i saw it!”

you smile back and choose not to correct him.

“yeah,” you reply softly, “lucky me.”

his fingers curl around yours before you are able to pull away - clumsy yet determined.

his eyes, glassy with its pupils blown wide, lock on yours like you’re a pearl in the depths of the ocean.

“if anybody hurts you, you know,” he whispers,  “i’ll- i’ll go to prison for life.” 

you almost laugh, given the fact that his words were no doubt tainted by the alcohol, but he looks serious.

before you can respond, he pushes himself upwards with a burst of energy and attaches his lips to yours. 

you kiss back, unsure, before you decide in the split second you feel his soft lips on yours - fuck it, maybe i do like him.

by the time you both pull back from the lack of air, lips shiny with spit, you change your decision. fuck it, you are sure you like him. 

when you wake up the next morning, sun streaming through the gaps of your wooden door, kimi is still curled up in a ball, sleeping, next to you. 

you can’t help but feel jealous of the fact that he still looks gorgeous, with long eyelashes that brush his cheeks and artfully tousled hair, even when his jaw was slack with a line of drool and his limbs are in an awkward jumble. 

you also can’t help but notice that the stuffy air in your cabin around you smells different - like fresh bread and plants instead of the constant salty spray of the ocean - which only meant one thing: you were in port. 

coming into port was one of your most favorite things in the world. it gave you a chance to retire you sea-legs and for once, walk on solid ground. when you had solid plunders, you father also allowed you to traverse through the markets by yourself to buy items that you usually didn’t have access to on board - fresh fruits, new jewelry pieces, novel toys, and your guilty pleasure - shiny weapons, undulled from the flesh of enemies. 

excited, you leap out of bed, ignoring kimi’s angry little grumbles from the waft of cold air that hits his bare back. 

you open the door to your cabin and begin to rush out, no matter that you were still dressed improperly in your nightgown. 

-only to run straight into a hulking figure.

at first, the figure is outlined by the bright sun, coat slightly flapping from the inland breeze, face hidden from the shadows. however, it’s the figure’s voice that gives it away. 

“nice morning, aye darling? we’re docked and the crew’s gone ashore,” your father says brightly, in the smiley voice he only reserves for you. “lia and doriane have been asking me all morning to come fetch you to go to the market with them.”

a surge of panic flows through your veins, semi-blocking half of the words that your father had relayed. if your father caught you with a boy in your cabin, much less the novice sailor that he had “secretly” assigned to you as a protector, the said boy would probably be dead before sunset.

“yeah, of course,” you respond, a little too quickly. “i think i’ll get dressed quickly and get in touch with them.”

leaning backwards slightly, you edge the door closed with your foot, hopefully blocking kimi on your bed from view. 

however, when you look back to your father’s face, you see that his smile has dropped slightly.

“what was that?” he asks, brow wrinkling. “did you sneak something in there? if it’s extra rum for the kitchen, i won’t be mad, it’s oka-”

your father’s words die in his throat when he pushes open the door behind you.

oh fuck.

probably woken up from your father’s booming words, kimi now sits, shirtless, in your bed. not aware that your father - his captain - was in the room, he adjusts the blankets, bleary-eyed, before calling out your name in a groggy voice.

this looked bad - really bad. 

you could already piece together the pieces of the puzzle that were probably in your father’s mind right now. waking up late…daughter in her nightgown…kimi- shirtless- on the bed… 

although you mentally prepare yourself, you can’t help but flinch when your father pushes past you into the room with a bang. 

“what the FUCK is going-” 

“okay father, i can explain,” you grit out, weaving around him to stand in front of a shell shocked kimi.

kimi hurriedly bolts out of bed, standing to attention at the sight of your angry father. 

“captain! sir-uh-i didn’t-! i mean, i don’t think..i-” 

“i gave him a little rum, but he spilled some on his shirt before passeing out,” you clarify over kimi’s efforts to explain himself. “nothing happened. he’s still here- to “secretly” protect me, or whatever you assigned him here to do,” you add on with a huff. 

if your father was surprised from your explanation or from the fact that you knew about his, quite frankly, pathetic attempt to protect you from harm, he didn’t show it. 

“sure,” he says, trailing off in a not-to-sure tone. 

he steps back towards the door slowly. 

“i’ll pretend i didn’t see anything. however, if i step inside this room again and find-” 

“alright, father,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, before you push him out the door, slamming it behind him. “i get it.”

when you turn back, kimi shakes like a flag flying in a storm. 

by the time you step off the boarding ramp and onto solid ground, kimi has stopped shaking. he trails behind you, even though he still vehemently denies being hired by your father to “protect” you. 

tina from your father’s aston martin ship had already tipped you off that lia and doriane had wandered into the market already, so you decide to make your own way through the portside town. 

it’s a pretty nice area, chock full of sellers haggling prices for different goods, marketboys waving their little newspapers, and women marching around with children and baskets full of groceries. 

you wave to a little girl as you walk past an apple stand, but her mother snatches her back before she has a chance to wave back. 

it doesn’t bother you though; townspeople were always wary of pirates - even the friendly-looking ones like alex and logan from your father’s williams ship. 

when you pass by town’s central tavern, a few drunken sailors that you recognize as your father’s sailing master, george, and along with an all-too-familiar man with locs, a bright red bandana, and a horse pin on his breast, stands outside. it’s a shock, considering you’ve always associated him with your father’s familiar three-pointed star and silver bandana. they howl in laughter, minds hazy with a joke that you didn’t hear and a stomach full of the town’s finest beer.

kimi mistakes the falter in your step as fear. 

within seconds, he has wrapped his arm around you, one hand on his scabbard. 

“don’t worry- i’ll keep you safe,” he promises. 

you want to laugh again at kimi’s actions, but you hold it in. 

from the side of the road, the man with the red bandana notices you, eyes widened, before stumbling towards you. 

“hey little girl,” he yells at you, teasing.

it’s what he’s always called you when you were just a toddler, and it was nice to know that he still remembered that nickname, even when he was a crew member on a different pirate ship now. 

however, kimi bristles when he hears the words leave the other man’s mouth, probably thinking that he was a robber or bad guy, and immediately bradishes his sword between the pair of you. 

“don’t get closer,” he spits, with an unprecedented fury. “i’ll- i’ll cut your hand off!”

even though you know the man in front of you could easily disarm kimi in a few quick moves, you pull kimi back, just in case. 

“it’s okay,” you explain to him. “he’s an old friend.” 

the man in front of you chuckles, legs still a little wobbly from the alcohol. 

he gives you a hug, one of those tight and comforting ones he always gave you when you skinned your knee on the deck or banged your head on the beams. after smiling warmly at you, he reaches a tattooed hand out to kimi. 

“lewis- lewis hamilton.” 

kimi shakes it tentatively, yet with a hint of awe. he must have clicked it together - the man was none other than the once-feared pirate of all seas, dominating the islands for more than 7 years aboard mercedes. 

“kimi,” he responds quietly. “sorry for that…”

“well, kimi,” lewis says, with a sparkle in his eye. “i think you’re a good kid- protecting the captain’s daughter. that was my job too, you know? even though she’s no damsel in distress, i’m sure she’s glad to have you here to save the day, yeah?”

after the meeting with lewis, it seemed like kimi had loosened his protectiveness over you. he lets you wander off out of his sight, now longer following you like a puppy. it must be because he knows there is another pirate in town who was willing to sacrifice it all to protect you too. 

you make your way back into the thrumming market, eyes trained on your new target: a little stall filled to the brim with shiny new pistols and daggers, fresh from the blacksmith.

in your pocket, pink and blue engraved alpine ring that you had pickpocketed with a shiny emerald necklace that you fished out of one of stake’s sunken boats. 

honestly, you weren’t sure if it was enough for a new dagger or pistol that you had your eye on, but it didn’t matter anyways. you could always get what you want with a little bit of threatening and the dagger strapped to your leather holster.

thankfully, the gruff man at the stall sets a reasonable price, so you didn’t have to make a big scene. you ponder through the choices. should you get a prettily engraved silver and wood dagger to match kimi’s, or a sleek blue knife with shimmery crystals set into the handle?

as you ponder, kimi suddenly pops up behind you.

if it was anyone else, you’re sure you would've been startled, but he makes so much noise pushing through the chattering of the market that you know it’s him before he taps you on the shoulder.

when you turn around, you are pleasantly surprised to see kimi with a huge bouquet of flowers.

“here,” kimi says, blinking at you shyly. “i stole them for you.” 

caught off guard by the gesture, your cheeks warm. quickly, you lean forward to bury your face into the flowers to take a big whiff of the florals in an effort to hide the smile tugging at your lips. 

kimi glows with pride before he starts babbling about how hard it was to swipe the flowers, but he waited until the woman was helping another customer-

however, your grin suddenly drops as you sense a shift in air. 

something wasn’t right.

a flicker in movement in the crowd behind kimi confirms your instincts. 

a red and navy blue sash - signature of the red bull clan. 

this time, kimi notices that there was something wrong too, voice trailing off. 

the red bull sailor is getting dangerously close at an alarming rate. he’s close enough that you can make out the murderous rage on his face, blonde tips of his hair, and small axe in his right hand. 

before you can have a chance to grab a weapon - any weapon - to charge the sailor, kimi whips around with the bouquet in his hands, trying to locate the threat. 

to your surprise, he somehow hefts it straight into the sailor’s face with the sheer velocity that he is turning at, monetarily blinding the red bull enemy. 

then, kimi proceeds to throw a wicked right hook straight at the blonde-haired sailor’s face, launching the sailor backwards onto the loose gravel.

you hardly notice the villagers around you flock away, wanting to avoid getting hurt in the inevitable fight. 

as a red stream of blood spurts out of the blonde man’s nose, kimi uses one hand to grab the ruined bouquet and unsheathes his blade with his other. 

he points the blade right at the man on the ground before his enemy can have a chance to grab ahold of his dagger again.

“don’t you dare,” he snarls, waving his sword dangerously close to the other man’s jugular. 

defeated, the man rasps a fuck you, before pulling himself to his feet and sprinting away. 

you knew that you could protect yourself, but when he did it for you- god, it was honestly hot as hell. 

gaining awareness that your jaw was hanging open, you hurriedly shut it as kimi turns back around.

“sorry,” he says sheepishly, handing you your now-bloody bouquet with bruised knuckles. “i kinda ruined your flowers.”

an incredulous laugh bubbles out of your throat. 

he just defeated a red bull sailor by himself and single handedly saved you, but all he cared about was accidentally crushing your flowers?

gently, you slide the flowers out of his grip and take his bruised hand instead. several of the knuckles were definitely bruised and one had a tiny stream of blood, which you dab away with a handkerchief in your pocket.

kimi blushes from the way you nurse his wounds gently.

when you look back up at his bashful expression, you can’t help but think to yourself - you were a feminist obviously, but honestly, you really wouldn’t mind him saving you at all.

[bombiikki]

𝖍ey 𝖙here, 𝖘igma ⸝⸝ 𓂃₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ — non idol!hanni x fem!reader

♯ 𝖘ynopsis : hanni is recommended to a coffee shop by her friend. when she tries it out, hanni falls head over heels for the cute guy who makes her coffee. hanni makes her move, finding out that the guy she was interested in wasn’t a guy at all. 

𝖈ontains : fluff, misconceptions, reader is androgynous, hanni being down bad, hanni being a brainrot enthusiast is real trust, that or she has been infected by brainrot hyein, messages right in the middle of writing cuz i rlly like texting segments in fanfics SUE ME

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𝖆uthor's 𝖓ote : first time wriitng and posting a ff!! kinda nervous! i would greatly appreciate feedback if anyone can give any at like any point in time ^^ enjoy ur stay guys! also i totally took some inspo from ‘the guy she was interested in wasn’t a guy at all’ so please moot me up if yk it 😓

“does anyone know a good place to get coffee? i fear i’ve been too sleep deprived lately, and i need a cup of coffee asap.” hanni sighed, walking to campus with her friends. 

danielle wore a smile that was as bright as ever, swinging her interlocked hands with haerin. "i don't know of any coffee places, sorry hanni." danielle said. "nah, it's ok dani. it doesn't seem like you would. you're always filled with so much energy," hanni chuckled.

minji, walking alongside hanni’s right, put her finger up and exclaimed “didn’t hyein say she started working at a coffee shop? maybe, you should try that place.”

“hyein works? like, a real job?” hanni snorted. “i’ll probably visit after lectures today, but i probably won’t see hyein. it'll be too early for her to have finished school yet,” hanni continued. “do you wanna come with me?”

minji put her hands behind her head, continuing to walk alongside hanni. “sorry hanni, might have to pass up on that offer. i got a big project coming up and i need to study in the library.” minji shrugged. “okay, nerd” hanni muttered, earning herslef a slap on the shoulder.

hanni walked out of the lecture hall, searching for directions to get to the coffee place minji mentioned. the shop was a bit of a distance away from the campus, hiding away in a small area of town.

“this coffee better be worth it,” hanni mumbled to herself.

hanni walked through the door – a bell ringing, signifying her entrance. it was a cozy space, not very crowded but not completely deserted. the shop screamed comfortable and safe. it smelled like freshly ground coffee, for very obvious reasons. a small tune played in the background – a silly little bossa nova tune.

a worker heard the bell ring from the entrance, and so peaked their head out from behind the counter. as hanni walked closer to the employee, the cuter she found them. since when did cute guys work at coffee shops? she thought to herself.

the guy at the counter rocked a shoulder-length, half-up, half-down hairdo, with many ear piercings and a gorgeous face card. to top it all off, he had glasses. this boy was very pretty, making hanni almost fall to her knees. hanni finally made it to the counter, face to face with the cute barista. hanni had to play her cards right if she didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of such a fine specimen.

“hey there, sigma. what’s a fine specimen like you doing here?” hanni stuttered out, immediately going red and mentally slapping herself. she ducked her head and broke eye contact in embarrassment. what was she doing? and fine specimen? what was she even saying?

the barista chuckled softly. “i mean, i’m not too sure. maybe, i’m just a random person who stole an apron and a job.“ he snorted. hanni still kept her head down, muttering curses against herself.

“so, miss sigma, what would you like today?” the barista asked. hanni cleared her throat, raising her head but avoiding eye contact at all cost. “i’ll just take a latte, if that’s okay.” hanni said quickly. the guy behind the counter gave a soft smile before giving hanni a total, recieving cash in return.

hanni quickly made her way to an empty table, still beet red. she did not want to tell any of her friends about this interaction, fearing that she will never hear the end of their teasing. hanni took out her phone, trying to find anything that could distract herself from that embarrassing interaction.

after a few quick minutes, hanni looked up to see the cute barista place a cup of coffee onto the table. he still had that stupidly soft smile that made hanni weak in the knees.

“enjoy your latte!” the barista said softly. all hanni could do was nod in response.

happy lil sigmas

minji so hanni how was the coffee shop hyein what coffee shop? hanni u went to a coffee shop??? hanni sighs i did indeed it was erm ur coffee shop too btw hyein WHAT?? AND U DIDNT BOTHER TO TEXT ME OR WAUT FOR MY SHIFT TO BEGUN?? hanni I DIDN’T KNOW WHEN U WOULD GET THERE 😭 minji so completely ignore my question some friend 🙄 hanni says the one who abandoned me to get coffee by myself js to study in the library minji JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION 💀 hanni it was erm nice! minji something happened for sure.. hyein who was working the shift when u got there? hanni it was like a cute guy he had like shoulder length hair half up half down ear piercings and glasses haerin did i hear hanni call a guy cute?? what did i miss who r u????? hanni WEHRED U COME FROM HELLO?? hyein cute guy you say? im pickign up whta ur putting down hehehe hanni i can hear u scheming from behind the screen whatever ur thinkign stop it pelase hyein what if i told u im VERY close with the barista ur talking abt i could  help u make a move perchance haerin u cant just say perchance! hanni GET OUTTA HEREEE HAE haerin 😿 danielle don’t say that about haerin!!  that’s very rude of you hanni 😡 hanni so does everyone js like appering outta nowhere and attack me?? minjiyes hyein wait hanni r u gonna go back to the coffee shop hanni well yes! not when ur gonna be there tho i fear i can basically hear ur shemeing scream thru the screen the coffee is nice haerin is the coffee the only reason you’re going back? hanni ok whatever now im cursing everyone here

hanni walked through the coffee shop doors once more. she had finished another day of lectures and was so down for a cup of coffee. as she made her way to the counter, a familiar face was standing behind the cash register.

“so, miss sigma comes back for another latte?” the barista from yesterday chuckles, hanni going slightly pink in the cheeks. “could we, potentially, forget about the whole sigma thing. it’s embarrassing,” hanni chuckled awkwardly. “i think it was cute, but if it makes you uncomfortable then sure!” the barista smiled softly. 

hanni could feel her eyes dilate, sharing a soft smile with the cute barista. “not uncomfortable, it’s just a little too embarrassing to think about again,” hanni chuckled. the barista hummed in response as hanni ordered the latte from yesterday. she then went and sat down on the same table from the day previously too.

hanni received her latte, accompanied with that same soft smile. she took the time to look at admire the latte art – a cute little bunny. 

“enjoy your latte!” the cute barista said softly.

hanni went to the coffee shop everyday of the week. and now, the weekend had hit. hanni had no plans to go out, yet she found herself walking out the door and towards the coffee shop.

the bell rang softly in hanni’s ears as she opened the entrance door to the shop. she looked over to the counter, surprising herself when she saw who stood behind it. it was hyein. hanni wouldn’t admit it to herself, but she was a little disappointed when she didn’t see her little coffee shop crush.

“hanni! it’s good to see you on such a lovely lil weekend!” hyein beamed. hanni smiled softly while rolling her eyes. “so, you work weekend shifts?” hanni questioned. hyein nodded enthusiastically. 

“you know, a little birdie told me you introduced yourself to the lil barista crush with a ‘hey there, sigma’.” hyein snorted, hanni going red and smacking hyein from across the counter. “i was trying to seem confident to avoid embarrassing myself.” hanni hissed. “uh huh, didn’t seem to work though.” hyein smirked.

hanni ordered her usual latte, paying for it and sitting in her usual spot. when hyein came over to deliver the latte, she sat herself down. “it’ll be fine, this place is slow enough for me to have a lil convo with a friend.”

hanni took a slow sip of her latte. “so,” she began, “your really pretty coworker. is there any way you could, potentially, hit me up with him?” hanni took another long, slow sip of her latte. she could see the mischievous glint in hyein’s eyes. “oh, you mean that one?” hyein said, tilting her head and pointing towards a figure emerging from behind the counter. it was the barista crush.

“yeah, i’ll see what i can do.” hyein smirked. hanni didn’t know whether to be excited or scared.

the bell rang softly through the shop as someone walked in. hyein looked at the clock of the shop and got up from her seat. “the job’s calling for me now. i gotta make money somehow.” hyein shrugged. 

hanni waved at hyein, looking towards the counter once more. the cute barista was taking the order of the person who came in, taking cash and giving the customer their change. then, the barista made eye contact with hanni and smiled softly. hanni felt her cheeks heat up a little before smiling back at the guy behind the counter. 

hanni went back to the coffee shop the next day, under the guidance of hyein. when she arrived, she saw hyein at the counter once more.

“i’m gonna be busy today, but your little crush will be at the counter the entire time i’m gone. when you get the chance, make your move. trust me, it’ll be fine.” hyein whispered from across the counter. 

hanni raised her eyebrow and chuckled at hyein’s little antic but didn’t question it. she ordered her latte to go this time, watching as the barista came from the back and swap places with hyein.

hanni waited by the side of the counter, watching her barista crush make her latte gracefully and slide it gently to hanni. “enjoy your coffee!” he said softly, with his signature soft smile.

the barista went to turn around and redo his little ponytail, until hanni used her voice.

“um, could i ask you something?” hanni asked softly. the barista made eye contact with hanni and smiled, hair tie on his wrist and his hand still holding onto his little ponytail. “anything,” he replied.

hanni cleared her throat and mustered up all her courage. she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again she wore a playful smirk.

“so, pretty boy, do you have a name or should i just call you mine?” hanni said smoothly, trying to keep up her charismatic act. she watched the barista in front of her go pink in the cheeks a bit, but he looked a bit confused and tilted his head. he let go of his ponytail and let them fall to his sides.

“pretty boy? hate to break it to you but, erm, i’m a girl.” the cute girl chuckled awkwardly, still wearing that stupidly cute, soft smile. her hair fell above her shoulders.

hanni’s eyes widened a bit, her jaw dropping. how did she get it so wrong? hanni’s cheeks began to heat up as she avoided eye contact with the barista standing across the counter. this felt like the sigma thing all over again, only 10 times worse.

“that stupid hyein. always pulling her little pranks.” the girl in front of her snorted. “i get perceived as a really pretty guy a lot, but i swear hyein told you. that damned girl is always causing trouble.” she chuckled.

hanni slowly made eye contact with the cute barista again, almost melting at the sight of her smile. hanni was so downbad. “i, um, look i’m so so sorry.” hanni began, scratching the back of her neck.

the barista only smiled wider, and nodded softly. “it’s not your fault. hyein was always the more mischievous cousin.” she replied softly. hanni felt her world shake. “cousin!?” she exclaimed. 

the barista sucked in air through her teeth and shook her head slowly. “i’m going to give her a piece of my mind, excuse me. when you leave, maybe check the inside of your latte and the side of the cup.” she winked before going to the back.

hanni walked out of the coffee shop, hearing some bickering from the back room. hanni opened the lid of her to go cup, looking at the latte art. it was a heart. hanni couldn’t stop herself from smiling widely before checking the side of her cup. there was writing with a phone number below.

‘hey there, sigma! text me xo’

[chrxsprettygirl]

𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄!𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕!����𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑼𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏

AN: THIS IS FICTIONAL. i dont think Chris or Marylou would ever act like this this just for entertainment purpose only!! Also I love this song so much u should listen to it :)

You should’ve known better.

From the beginning, Chris Sturniolo was the kind of boy your mom warned you about — charming in that cold, I-don’t-care way. The kind who says just enough to keep you hooked, but never enough to keep you safe.

And still, you let him in.

⸻

It started casual.

Talking every night. FaceTimes that turned into sleepy 3AM silences. “I don’t really do relationships,” he said once, and you just hummed, pretending it didn’t sting.

Then one night, sitting in your dorm with your legs over his lap and a movie playing on mute, he looked at you like he was actually seeing you for the first time.

“You’re mine now, yeah?”

It wasn’t a question. But you nodded anyway.

⸻

Bringing him home to meet your family was your idea.

It felt right. You’d been talking for months. You knew the shape of every scar on his hand, the way he slept with his jaw clenched, like he never fully relaxed. He never said I love you, but you felt it. Or you thought you did.

He sat stiff on your parents’ couch while your mom served dinner and your dad tried to get him to talk.

He barely made eye contact. Didn’t touch his plate. Kept checking his phone like he couldn’t wait to leave.

You brushed it off. “He’s just nervous,” you told yourself.

But when he left that night, he didn’t say goodbye. No hug. No kiss. Just a quick nod and he was gone.

⸻

Then came the silence.

Two weeks. Nothing.

No texts. No calls. You watched his story once — a picture of his hand around a red cup, middle finger up. Caption: “Don’t catch feelings, catch flights.”

Cute.

When he finally texted you again, it was like nothing had happened.

Chris: Wyd.

Not an apology. Not even an explanation. Just wyd.

⸻

You met up with him anyway.

And the second he walked into your dorm, you knew something was off. He didn’t kiss you. Didn’t touch you. Just sat on your bed like he didn’t even wanna be there.

You crossed your arms. “You good?”

He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You sat beside him, careful not to get too close. “I haven’t heard from you in two weeks, Chris.”

“So?”

“So?” you echoed. “You ghosted me. After meeting my family.”

He rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t that deep.”

Your stomach twisted. “Maybe not to you.”

He looked at you then — finally — like he was trying to decide if this conversation was worth it. “Why are you always making shit complicated?”

“I’m asking you a simple question,” you said. “What are we doing? What am I to you?”

His jaw clenched. “Don’t start.”

“No,” you cut in, voice firmer. “You met my parents. You slept in my bed. I’ve told you everything about me. And I still don’t know a damn thing about you.”

Silence.

You swallowed. “Can I meet your mom?”

He flinched.

You knew instantly — wrong question.

He stood up. “Jesus Christ.”

“What?”

“Why do you always need more? Why isn’t it enough just being with me?”

Your heart thudded. “You can’t be serious.”

He turned to you, voice sharp. “She’s not gonna like you. You’re not her type.”

“What does that mean?”

He hesitated. Just long enough.

“It means… you’re not good enough.”

It hit like a slap. Not loud. Not violent. Just… cold.

You stared at him, blinking. “Say that again.”

He didn’t.

You nodded slowly. “Cool. Get out.”

“Come on—”

“No,” you said, voice hard now. “Get out of my room, Chris.”

He stared at you like he didn’t think you’d actually say it. But you did.

So he left.

⸻

You didn’t cry.

Didn’t chase. Didn’t reply when he texted three days later. Or four. Or five.

Then, out of nowhere:

Chris: Be ready at 7. Wear something nice.

You stared at the screen.

And for some reason — God knows why — you got dressed.

⸻

He didn’t speak on the drive.

Didn’t hold your hand. Didn’t even look at you.

He pulled up to a cold-looking house in the suburbs. Big, clean, empty-feeling. You followed him up the path like a ghost.

Inside, it was quiet.

His mom stood at the island in the kitchen, stirring something in a pot. She looked up. Stared at you.

“This her?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Chris muttered.

She raised an eyebrow. “Thought you said you weren’t serious about her.”

Your breath caught.

Chris didn’t say anything.

She looked you up and down. “Huh.”

No smile. No warmth. No hello.

You stood there, clutching your purse, heat crawling up your neck.

This was not a “meet the family” moment.

This was a punishment.

“I’m gonna go,” you said, quietly.

Chris turned to you, confused. “What?”

“I should’ve believed you when you said I wasn’t good enough,” you said, and walked out the door.

AN:….hey…….how y’all doing

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[kiribakuswife]

Ring My Bell

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Kinktober Day 16!!

You swung the door open with a grin, the remaining guest to your little halloween get together hopefully on the other end. “You made it!” You cheered, already a few drinks in. Hitoshi grinned back at you, shaking his head slightly at your excitement. 

“I told you I would.” He reasoned, reaching out to flick the cat eyes that sat on your head, “Cute costume.” He whispered, eyes heavy in a way that made you shiver. He was dressed up as well, if the two little bite marks on his neck made with some fake blood was enough to be considered a costume. 

You bounced back, nervous, the stupid bell on your collar jingling. It was obvious to anyone that you and Hitoshi had some sort of weird tension, but you couldn’t put your finger on just why, or what it meant. He chuckled lightly at you, pushing past you and deeper into your house. Music sounded from your living room, Denki and Mina’s bickering drowning it out.

“My music tastes way better than yours! I should get the aux!” He whined as she laughed, holding the speaker out of his reach.

“Fat chance, all you listen to is that frat boy shit!” She shot back, dodging as he tried to grab her.

“That’s not true! Jiro, back me up here! The playlist we were listening to earlier, that was good right?” He tried, earning an eye roll.

“Denki, the playlist we were listening to earlier was mine, it was just from your phone.” She smirked at him as his face fell.

“Oh my god, you’re right!” He cried, dramatically falling back onto the couch and staring into your ceiling. “I’m just a frat boy.”

“Win some, lose some.” Hitoshi mocked, patting his head perhaps a hair too roughly. The blond pouted up at him, as the other laughed, his eyes flicking to you in the way they always seemed to. It almost made you uncomfortable with the way he always seemed to keep at least a tab on you at all times. Perhaps it would have made you uncomfortable if it didn’t draw you in so much.

You shifted on your feet, soon deciding to go to the kitchen to at least grab him a drink since he had come. You almost didn’t invite him, you knew he was busy, and you were sure the last place he wanted to be on halloween was your shitty apartment with your loud friends, but Mina had convinced you with a he’ll come if you ask! That made you not want to read into the situation anymore than that. You sort of had a thing for him, and you truly could not tell if he felt the same or if he just didn’t particularly like you. Maybe he only tolerated you because you were friends with his friends? But Mina’s comment made your train of thought pause.

You shook your head, dumping your cup and filling it with water instead, pouring him a jack and coke you knew he was partial to. You entered the room again to applause, giggling at their antics as you curtseyed before making your way to Hitoshi, handing him his glass. “I can’t believe you let these animals in your house.” He whispered in your ear, making your hair stand on end at his closeness as you followed his eyes to Denki knocking over Jiro’s entire cup of red wine onto your rug.

You shook your head with a sigh, moving again to head back into the kitchen, “He doesn’t get out much.” You called, earning a sound of disagreement from Denki as he fumbled to pick up the cup that had thankfully not shattered. Hitoshi followed you as you entered the kitchen, his eyes burning into your back as you searched your cabinet for the cleaning supplies.

“I meant it.”He said suddenly, causing you to jump, smacking your head off the counter as you did so, a strangled sound coming out. “Holy shit, (y/n) are you okay?” He laughed a bit at you, coming close, close enough you could smell his cologne, making your head spin.

“Fine!” You squeaked out, trying to step back, but there was nowhere to go, the counter against your back. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” You asked, eyes darting anywhere but him as he watched you.

“I said I meant it.” His voice had dropped to a low tone that made you stiffen, “You look cute.” He reached forward, adjusting the cat ears on top of your head before his hand drifted down to flick the little bell around your neck. “You look cute.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words, at his touch. “You know-” He continued, looping a finger under your collar, but was suddenly interrupted by a shout.

“(y/n)! Dude, you better hurry up or your rug is fucked!” Jiro’s voice snapped the bubble you had been in and Hitoshi pulled away like he had been burned, stepping back and clearing his throat as you tried to regain your bearings, embarrassingly bowing to him as you practically ran from your kitchen. 

What the fuck you whispered to yourself as you entered the room, rushing to save your poor rug, the cheers ringing out again as you waved them off, rolling your eyes. The rest of the night went on without too much of a hitch. Hitoshi lingered on the couch, dragged down on the couch by Denki to form a “boys club” as you, Mina, and Jiro took to the small dining room table you had behind the couch. Despite the open floor plan, you couldn’t hear anything they said, only Denki’s laughs as he basically curled into Hitoshi for support.

“We should probably get him home.” Mina shook her head with a laugh, watching as Denki clung to Hitoshi’s shoulders, deep into some story that clearly needed his full attention.

“He’s such a mess.” Jiro added a smile on her face as she watched him, eyes soft. “Thank you for having us, (y/n).” The goodbyes continued as they left the house, until it was just you and Hitoshi waving at the door as they shuffled down the street, Denki singing as the girls struggled to hold him up, their laughs echoing down the street.

“And then there were two.” Hitoshi’s spoke, sending shivers down your spine.

“If you’re going to stay, you might as well make yourself useful.” You tried to laugh, coming out awkward as you pulled away from the door, shutting it behind you. You made your way to the living room, gathering the cups that had been scattered around, and to your surprise he appeared in front of you, taking them from your hands.

“I’ll wash, you dry?” He offered a pile of plates already in one of his off hand. You nodded dumbly, following behind him as he entered your kitchen. He piled the dishes in the skink, rolling up his sleeves in a way that made you gulp, his arms flexing as he began to scrub, your mouth dry as you took a now clean dish from him. The silence stretched as you washed, and you were too nervous to break it, the scene from the kitchen earlier replaying in your mind on a loop. What was he going to say? Why had he grabbed you like that? Your jaw tightened as your body moved on auto pilot, his voice startling you again as he spoke.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You kinda seem out of it.” He said, concern lacing his voice as he took the towel from your hand, drying his own hands as he leaned back on the counter.

“What do you think about me?” You blurted out, cheeks flushing as the words hit the air like oil in a hot pan. His eyes scanned over you, making you feel antsy as you waited for this reply.

“Truly?” He asked, voice low again. 

“Truly.” Your voice on the other hand was nearly a whisper, not sure if you really did want to know. If you never knew then you could never be hurt by whatever he was going to say, but it was a little late for that.

“I think that I am dying to bend you over that counter.” He said, making you choke, “And I think you wouldn’t mind too much either.” He stepped closer to you then, and you held your breath as you looked up at him, mind racing. It wasn’t like he was wrong, you reasoned, and if you both wanted to then why not? It’s not like you could lie to yourself and say you weren’t interested, you definitely were, far more than just interested.

“I think you're right.” You whispered, eyes wide as you blinked up at him. He stepped forward, looping a finger through your collar again.

“Alright, kitten.” he purred, pulling you closer, “Are you sure? You’ve been driving me crazy all night, I won’t be gentle with you.” His lips were so close you could practically feel the words on your own, making you sag in his hold.

“I’m sure.” You sighed out, and with that he finally moved the last bit, finally crashing his lips against his own. You groaned into him as he pushed you back against the island, his hands trailing along your side before slipping below your skirt. 

Everything seemed to be moving so fast, like you could hardly keep up as his hand traced over your core, melting in his hold. “I’ve hardly touched you, kitten, and you’re already soaking through your panties.” He chuckled lowly at you, pulling back a bit to watch your face as a single finger slipped inside, causing a moan to slip out as you squeezed your eyes shut.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping you around before you could gain your bearings, pinning your hips to the counter as he flipped up your skirt. “We’ll need to get you a tail for next time, hmm?” he hummed, making your shiver as he laughed at your response, heart beat picking up at the thought of “next time”.

His hand stroked over your ass, warm as they massaged the flesh. He slid your underwear to the side, the feeling of his cock rubbing against you making you preen. One of his hands slid from your backside to your neck, pulling you up gently as he eased in, a cry falling from your lips from the angle. He placed a kiss on the side of your jaw, hand sliding along the collar again. “I love this fucking thing.” he groaned, pulling out before slamming back into you again, bell jingling under his hold.

He continued his fast pace, finally allowing you to fall back to the counter, cold on your cheek as you cried out. His hold on your hips was tight, nearly bruising as he plowed into you. Your mind swirled as you tried to keep your balance, legs shaking below you.

You felt the cord inside you nearly snap as he pulled one of your legs up, propping it up on the counter. The new angle made you see stars, sounds echoing around your quiet apartment as you fell apart below him, his pace only slowing for a moment before he continued. You nearly tapped out, sobbing as he finally pulled out roughly, instead cumming across your bare ass.

He eased your leg back down, stepping back so you could stand. You pulled yourself up from the counter with a sigh, looking over your shoulder at him. He looked almost domestic as 

he looked back at you, a lazy smile on his face, belt undone, hair ruffled in a way you hadn’t seen since high school. You moved to step closer to him, but gasped as your legs suddenly gave out, shaking below you. Before you could hit the ground though, a pair of strong arms caught you, a husky laugh cutting through the air. “Walk much, kitten?” He teased.

[kaerumi]

Hello dear, I was wondering if you can do some yandere for the very infamous OP men shanks, mihawk,ace,and sabo with normal y/n who's younger than them in separate senariors..

Y/N traits : innocent, sweetheart, warm personality, enchanted beauty with extremely cutie pie face and amazing warm and calm voice that melts the snow from its sweetness it's make anyone feel at ease only by hearing it , it's one of the most reasons why those men had gone insane over her ,why they want to possess her at any cost .

TY and have a good day ☺️.

TW/CW: Yandere, Age gap is up to 3 years, obsession, implied murder, implied poisoning, mention of murder & arson, manipulation (for Sabo)

Notes: I'll be honest I have no clue how to do an innocent reader. And it's gonna be GN Sorry I don't particularly do Female readers Also sorry for not writing in so long :^

Shanks

Shanks was a popular Model, he can flirt with anyone without hesitation.

Then there was you, you weren't popular at all. When he saw you he felt the urge to just... Take you.

He felt jealous of the guys around you that soaked in your attention, in your voice and innocence and especially your beauty.

He just needed it. Needed you.

Eventually he started obsessing over you trying to find every photo there was of you, eventually it got worse

Just hope for both your innocence and sanity you don't meet him.

Until you did.

And suddenly you started to notice people around you get killed, you somehow trusted the red bloody haired man with your safety.

"You'll be fine I'm here after all! All you need is me sweetheart."

After all what did you know?

You're innocent after all

And that's what made Shanks' job of getting you to be his more easier.

Mihawk

Mihawk was a famous swordsman and you were always interested in swords so naturally you took interest in Mihawk.

Unfortunately he took a interest in you as well.

You ended always staying behind the classes because of how much trouble you had with sword, you'd have small conversations with Mihawk.

Slowly Mihawk started to know everything about you and wrote of it down in a notebook that was always locked in a case.

When someone annoyed you too much or confessed to you they suddenly would fall ill and be unable to attend.

Due to Mihawk naturally being cold people didn't notice anything different about him and you didn't know better.

Though you slowly started to blame yourself because people around you would get ill and naturally they ended up dying to the illness.

"My dear... It's not your fault, they naturally fell ill. It is not your fault and anyone who is saying such things is a horrible person who is just jealous. It is unfortunate they fell ill yes but there was nothing you could do. My dear..."

You never knew why they fell ill, and you may never know.

Maybe it's better if you never did anyways.

Ace

Ace was Ace, he's a popular play boy in the town but all he did was flirt and play with hearts.

That was before you came along.

He knew he needed you once first meeting your eyes.

You were most certainly more cuter than anyone else's hearts he's played with.

He wasn't gonna break your heart, no. He could never, he was gonna make sure he was the only one in your heart not matter what he had to do.

He would do whatever you wanted to do or needed.

He'd gladly kill with no hesitation.

Want him to stab that guy who catcalled you? Done.

Want him to burn down a place that has bad memories? Done before you could mention it.

No one went near Ace when the missing people news started getting known, knowing how cold he got when it came to that, they tried to warn you how cold he could be.

You always laugh it off and hang out with him anyways.

He'd act like nothing was happening.

Why read the news when you already know it before anyone else?

You wake up from your nap when you started hearing the news "Mmmh?" Ace turns off the Tv "Don't worry about it my love just go back to sleep."

Sabo

Sabo was the second in command of a powerful business.

Once you joined everything changed.

However unlike the other three Sabo wouldn't kill, no. Sabo wouldn't want his hand or gloves dirty and blood stains too.

Sabo would figure out your favorite things to do and food and everything and give it all to you.

He'd spoil you with everything you'd ever wanted.

He'd help you with a lot of things

He sublely manipulates you into being dependent on him and him alone.

No one would dare go near you if they cared for their job or reputation.

No one went near Sabo either, Sabo didn't mind this, it just meant he could give all his attention to you.

He tested it once day by hiding on purpose.

When you realized Sabo wasn't there you got really nervous and got a bit upset, until Sabo popped

 up and helped you again which you immediately calmed down when he did.

Sabo smiled at you, he was glad that his plan was working and working well.

"Please don't leave me alone..." "I promise I won't ever again my angel..." "Thank you Sabo." "Anything for you. My sweet Angel."

[sunsetsweptsoul]

Grief- Bobby Nash X Reader

Summary: Bobby comes to help the reader in their grief stricken state after losing a patient

No warnings

Y/n had her share of losses since working for the 118 but for some reason she couldn’t shake this one off. They were called to a scene to save a young boy who was trapped inside a house fire. She had taken the lead to go into the burning building, grabbing the small child to save him from the blaze. Unfortunately he had sustained bad burns and inhaled too much smoke, Y/n worked on him until Chim and Hen had to pull her away from the scene. It broke her in ways she couldn’t describe, feeling like there was more she could have done.

After the incident, Y/n requested some personal leave. The team knew that she wasn’t coping with this loss, each of them tried visiting her but to no avail she didn’t want the help. It was Bobby’s turn to check in with her.

He brought his knuckles up to her apartment door, knocking firmly a few times. No answer. Bobby tried again.

“Y/n, open up.” He said worriedly. He heard quite shuffling behind the door.

“I’m fine Bobby, you can go.” She replied softly her voice strained from the tough nights she’s had since losing that poor boy.

“I’m not leaving until you open this door, now open.” He stated, using the tone that would come when he was giving orders as captain.

Y/n sighed from behind the door, knowing there was no point in arguing as Bobby wouldn’t leave until he had made sure she was safe. She opened the door to the worried man.

Her hair was messy, eyes glassy and dull all leading to the evidence that she had not been sleeping. Bobby frowned at the sight of her, closing the door to follow her into the living room.

She curled herself up in a blanket on one end of the couch, Bobby taking the other end.

“Please talk to me.” He pleaded. “I’m here for all of you, you are my team Y/n. You can trust me.”

“I-i I can’t get over it Bobby.” She said, tears trickling down her red cheeks. “Every night I think about what I could have done different! If I had rushed in there sooner maybe that young boy would’ve lived, he had his whole life ahead of him.” She gasped between breaths, fighting with herself.

Out of instinct Bobby moved towards her, taking his strong hand and placing it against her arm, rubbing soft comforting circles against her skin.

“You cannot blame yourself, you did all you could. I couldn’t have done anything better than what you did Y/n. It was just an unfortunate event- it was not your fault.”

“I can’t stop picturing him, his pleading eyes before he collapsed in my arms. It’s haunting me.” She sniffled, shuffling closer to Bobby for comfort.

He took this as a sign to wrap his arms completely around her, bringing her trembling body tight against his chest.

“We carry those faces with us for the rest of our life, unfortunately that is the most heavy part of the job. We will never forget them, it’s bittersweet Y/n. You are an amazing asset to the team, I have my complete trust in your ability to do your job correctly- this was not your fault.” He repeated, trying to drill those words into her head.

He took his hands to cup her cheeks, letting his thumbs rub the tears trickling down her face. “You are amazing.” He said confidently, a glint of pride in his eyes.

“Thank you Bobby.” She replied softly before moving her head back to his chest, listening to his strong steady heartbeat. He hugged her tightly, feeling her relax.

They sat there in silence, Bobby’s presence brought her feelings of safety and solace. The man who had been through so much in his own life was always there for others which Y/n found it easier to open up to him, zero judgement.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, my team needs me.” She whispered. Bobby couldn’t help but grin.

“Atta girl.” Bobby mumbled proudly, squeezing her gently.

[vmpivory]

but you're still a traitor.

౨ৎ﹒ [ 양정원 ] ☆ female reader / angst + cw. skinship + 0.8k wc - ( library ) now playing.. traitor by olivia rodrigo

raindrops hit the window slowly as you sat there, knees pulled to your chest. you were doing your favorite thing ever, listening to music with your earphones on a rainy day. favorite activities are supposed to make you feel better. but now it wasn't helping.

"brown guilty eyes and little white lies yeah, i played dumb but i always knew"

it was olivia rodrigo's 'traitor'. you know she didn't, but it felt like olivia herself wrote this song for you and jungwon. it explained everything happened between you two. 

sad songs make you feel better, they say. then why are tears rolling down your face now? ─ more under cut!

"that you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse i kept quiet so i could keep you"

no, you shouldn't be crying over a boy now, you keep telling yourself. but the harder you tried to convince yourself, the harder it became to stop the tears.

you stood up and walked to the mirror right beside your desk as the song continued. you looked at your reflection in the mirror, your eyes puffy and cheeks red. your makeup was also ruined.

"and ain't if funny how you ran to her the second we called it quits?"

you quickly took your makeup bag, trying to fix your makeup. your friends were gonna come over in a few hours for a sleepover and you couldn't show up like this. 

as you tried to fix your mascara, your hands trembled slightly. you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

why was this so hard? jungwon wasn’t worth it. at least, that’s what your best friend giselle always said. "you’re too good for him, anyway." maybe she was right.

"and ain't it funny how you said you were friends? not it sure as hell don't look like it"

you heard a loud knock on the door. you froze, mascara brush still in your hand, eyes locked on your reflection. you hadn't expected anyone so soon. you wiped your eyes quickly, swiping away the last traces of tears and taking off your earphones. you walked over to the door, your heart pounding in your chest for reasons you didn't understand. you opened it and there he was, yang jungwon. standing there in a hoodie you bought for him, his hair messy and soaked because of the rain. he was holding a cup of your favorite coffee in his hand. "can we talk?" he asked, quietly. you know you turned off the song before opening the door but you could still hear it.

"you betrayed me and i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way i hurt, yeah"

"there's nothing to talk abou-"

"have you been crying?"

you quickly wiped your cheeks again, even though you knew it was pointless. "no" you muttered, voice shaky "i'm fine."

jungwon stepped closer, his eyes scanning your face, searching for the truth. "you don't look fine," he placed the coffee cup on the table beside you and reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "i'm really sorry, y/n"

you flinched slightly at his touch, not sure if you were ready to hear those words coming from him. the last time he apologized, it felt empty. he promised change, but it never came.

"you'd talk to her when we were together loved you at your worst but that didn't matter"

"you're sorry?" she repeated, "are you serious? you hurt me, jungwon. twice." his expression softened, guilt taking over him. "i know i messed up and i hate myself for it. i shouldn't have done those things, i was such an ass and-" "aren't you dating her now?" jungwon pauses, avoiding your eyes for a moment. "yeah but.." he muttered "i regret how we ended and what i did" you shook your head, holding back tears. "that's not how this works, jungwon. you can't just show up here, apologize, and expect things to go back to normal. did you do the same with me too? did you go up to her and apologized while you were dating me too?"

"it took you two weeks to go off and date her"

jungwon looked taken aback by your words, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right thing to say. "i-i didn't know how to fix it" he said, "i'm really sorry, y/n. i wasn't fair to you. i wasn't fair to either of you and i really regret it." you wanted to yell, to tell him how much he hurt you, how much you cried when you found out about him and her, but all of that felt like it would break you even more. no, he wasn’t the boy you once knew, the boy you once loved. he changed. "i'm done talking. goodbye, jungwon," you said, your voice steady but your heart aching. he didn’t respond, just nodded, turned and walked towards the door.

"guess you didn't cheat but you're still a traitor"

.vmpivory    ©    all rights reserved    ━    2024

i wrote this in an hour bc i was so bored and its not proofread TT hope ygs like it tho ! <3

PERM TAGLiST: @woniesprincess @orimuraa @heeaara

[maddieyapps]

Hi! Can you write a Ian McKinley X reader with a bimbo or mcbling style that’s more smarter than what people think? Thank you and I hope you have a good day! ❤️❤️❤️

Ian mckinley x bimbo!reader

warnings:no smut maybe some sexual comments here and there mostly fluff tho

(I tried my best with the bimbo part, but it’s definitely stereotyped XD)

hope you enjoy loved writing this! 🖤💋

Ian and y/n have always been friends but as they get older they seem to well…..like different stuff and i mean very different but somehow still remain friends

and here they were in class and Ian is to distracted by her blinged shirt she bedazzled herself

The teacher snaps Ian out of his thoughts about HER.

the teacher speaks loudly “Ian are you even paying attention to this lesson?”

Ian smirks cockily like usual

“what do you think?”

he rolls his eyes and he feels her gaze on him even though he’s known her sense middle school he still feels intimidated by her but why? she’s just some h/c bimbo who thinks the world is glitter and pink

The next day….

ian and y/n were hanging out at her house and she was helping him with math homework which was surprising that she understood this,

Ian speaks softly to her “i honestly didn’t think you would understand this ur to pretty to know how to do this shit”

I scoff at him rolling her eyes “you think i’m just a pretty face that’s it huh and here i thought you knew me better” i say annoyed of course he thought that like everyone else just bedside i wear pink and have big boobs doesn’t make a bimbo dumb, right?

Ian smirks and says “well u are a bimbo but a smart one at the huh pretty girl?”

my face lights up a little at his comment i turn to him and start going on a whole rant about how just because im hot doesn’t mean im dumb

��for example Ian if you were smart you wouldn’t be in algebra 1 as a senior” i smirk

Ian turns to me and says “oh really?, you use that mouth for all this talk about me being dumb but i know you really use it for other things “ he smiles at me while checking me out

you know what if he wants to play this game we can.

“aww is little ian’s feelings getting hurt by me but what do i know i’m just a dumb girly bimbo huh?” i smirk and say something he would have never expected “ian im also smart enough to know you have a raging boner and are thinking about me”

Ian’s cheeks get a little red “i-i he sighs “well i guess you caught me baby” he says smirking

that damn smirk he never wipes it off his stupid hot face.

“i did baby” i say micking him on the baby part

Ian face gets closer to mine he looks at me and put his hand on my thigh “ well then girly if you’re so smart then why don’t you prove to me that you’re smart enough to know how to kiss?”

as he said that I realize how cringe that sounds and that this is a perfect time to shoot my shot. I’ve always liked him, but I never want to try anything because we’re so different. I don’t know if he would be into girls like even though it was completely obvious.

Eileen, my face closer to his eyes smirk “ well emo boy how about you grow some balls for once and do more than just saw this talk and staring”

his face immediately changed to embarrassment. Did she really know this whole time that he’s been staring at her in class?

“ oh come on pretty boy you really think I didn’t notice? Why do you think I’d always accidentally drop my pencil or I wear that really short skirt so when I sat down, you could see my little back dimples”

I say this I really realize how much I enjoy teasing him and make him embarrassed because Ian McKinley never gets embarrassed but for some reason I was different

After I say that he smashes his lips into mine Ian starts getting very touchy. Let’s just say that somehow his hand ended up on my chest in my hand, rubbing his thigh, very close to where he wants me. we pull away for air.

Ian looks at me with that stupid smirk on his face “ so was that what you wanted me to do?” he says cockily

i look at him “ don’t even act like you didn’t want to do it too!”

Like always, he just laughss at me and  puts his arm around me.

“ well you got one thing, for sure you are really smart and not with just school even noticing me staring at you and playing dumb all the time to get my attention huh isn’t that it?”

I smile widely and blush a little “maybe you never know and you never will”.

And in that moment, I started to realize that I may be in love with Ian McKinley, but was he with me?………

the end

[keelt9]

Chapter 5

Masterlist

A/N: I tried to do my double post this week but I had tons of things that appeared in the last couple of days so it made it impossible, but I will, or expect to do three posts next week… However, today I couldn’t let it pass because;

It's my birthday! 🎂

Thank you so much for being with me another year, you keep me very motivated; I’m working hard on improving everyday and I hope whatever you’re reading distracts you even just a minute and makes you laugh or smile.

Like as always say. Thank you so much for reading! 🍒

The whole night Joe isolated himself; he's angry and the least company you want to have, and want it or not, if he listens to her so cheerful his mood drops to hell.

He knew it, she called but he let it ring.

He will talk with her earlier in the morning when he feels more calm and less irritable.

It's the beginning of the bye week, he passed to her favourite coffee shop and for new aid bands probably she will have more paper cuts.

Monet announces his arrival with loud barks setting a smile on Joe, turning around but his smile drops.

“I know, I know, not exactly the combo you're waiting for.” Monet sits waiting for Joe to pat his head.

“Sorry, I didn't expect you.” He goes down rubbing Monet's head. “Where is Y/N?”

Nora sighs sitting on the bench. “She tried to call you last night, she's in Boston.”

“What?” Nora gives him the frisbee with a straight face.

Y/N and Savannah were pretty clear. <All they talked about must keep between them, her heart is on the line.>

“Last minute, work call.” Nora sees Joe grabbing the freebies. “The company needs her in Boston, a thing about a project, I don't know Joe, she probably could explain it better, if you picked her call.”

The lethal eyes of Nora are enough for making him feel bad, but she shakes her hand. “I'll be walking around… call me when you're about to leave so I can pick up Monet.”

She kisses Monet's head. “I'll come back boy, be careful.”

“Nora.” Joe said as she refuses to look at him even before he goes.

“Listen Joe, it's not my business but…” Nora presses tight her fist, she loves Y/N. It's like a sister to her, seeing her so confused hurts. “I get your mad but you never do that with her, she feels anxious for you not picking up, maybe… if you're thinking she's low on your expectations, well, let her know, but don't put her aside like she's just another random person.”

Joe moves her eyes over Nora face, that red blushed face the first time they met is now, a mouth stuck in a line and serious eyes.

Nora bluffs. “See you later Joe.”

Y/N wasn’t able to get some sleep with a concern in her heart, she tried to call Joe to let him know the big news but he didn't pick up.

The reason for the long calls and giggles is…she knew about a new project arriving this month, nothing new, until she saw the name of the author. She reads her stories and loves it like crazy. 

Since the very first news about the author was to look into whether people could join her team, she's been working hard to get a place.

Last night, Y/N's boss called her letting her know, if she could be in Boston by the morning, the author would be enchanted to work along with her.

She barely contained her emotions when she met her, but dealt with it like a champion. When she mentions she loves Y/N drawing, she screams internally, the redness in her palm for her nails pressing tight is the only evidence of that.

A brief talk with some people who are already in the team helps her to gain confidence. Finally at the meeting to introduce the official team, her phone rings, stealing her attention. 

Joe is calling.

“Y/N, let's go.” Her boss said walking to the conference room.

 >Sorry, meeting ahead, text you later.

She sent the message before turning off her phone for the meeting.

That one turns into two, that two into lunchtime for getting along in a more relaxed atmosphere with the team and then a third, finally a dinner for celebrating the new project.

By the time she arrived at her hotel room, she had the energy to call Savannah and say hi Monet.

“Tired?” Savannah asked as she fittings to get through the door. 

“My eyes are closing.” Y/N giggles coming out of the shower. “But thanks for being him, I bet he's having a blast.”

Savannah sees Nora and Monet sleeping next to each other on the couch. “For sure.”

“I'll call you tomorrow, Sav, I probably will be here around 2 or 3 days, ok?” She gets in the bed, as her shoes spread all over the room along her clothes.

“Y/N don't worry, I'm so excited for you, he's fine and happy.” Y/N smiles with her eyes closed. “Goodnight girl.”

Joe was about to leave the building when the phone call of Y/N stopped him dry on the entrance. 

“Go ahead, I’ll be there in a second.” He mentions to Zack as he goes back to answer her call. “Y/N”

“Shiesty.” Joe smiles hearing her so cheerful. “I’m mad that you didn’t pick up but I get it, it wasn’t such a good game.” 

“I’m so sorry, I was…” Jealous, he’s jealous but of course he can’t say that.

Y/N chuckles. “It’s ok, sorry for not calling yesterday but those days have been crazy, but I won’t tell you anything I want to see your face when you find out.” 

Joe wonders if he must get ready for the worst scenario that is in his head. 

He didn’t realize he kept silent for a long time. “Joe?” 

“Sorry, yeah, I can’t wait.” The excitement said the opposite. “When…”

“Y/N, sorry, we’re ready.” A strange voice calls for her, giving him zero time to make another question. 

“Sorry Joe, we keep in contact, take care.” Joe just keeps staring at the screen of her phone.

It’s the first photo Y/N sent her, a couple of months ago, she and Monet laying in the bed covered by a black blanket. 

He wishes and knows he could be there with her, far away for a couple of days.

 >Coming back Wednesday night, don’t worry, Sav and Nora will pick me, see you Thursday morning.

He could read as he gets ready for going out at night, any place in mind, he just wants to spend some time outside trying to get strong to face whatever she will tell him tomorrow morning.

“Y/N, please take my words seriously, ok?” Yoonie said before left her in the airport.

Yoonie mentions that she has been following all her work and feels very enthusiastic for working together, and if things go as they planned, well, she expects Y/N could spend some time in Korea where she lives, and putting to work, something Y/N could have in mind. Her own project.

Those words could be the hope she is waiting for? Running away.

When she told Savannah and Nora, they saw each other with a smile but not totally satisfied.

“What?” Y/N asked, rubbing Monet’s tummy as she’s sitting with him on the carpet. 

“Do you remember what your mother used to say?” Savannah asked taking the plates from the living room. 

“Oh, I know that too!” Nora said, sitting next to Monet giving a piece of carrot.

“Sav…” The sister didn’t let her finish. 

“Even if you put a mountain and a whole sea in between if the connection is real, it looks like you just cross the street.” Sav and Nora said in unison, making Monet jump and sit when he heard them, a carrot in his snout.

“I know baby, I know, they're crazy.” Nora laughs rubbing Monet back.

“Are you staying for the night?” Nora asks but Y/N shakes her head.

Standing for picking up all Monet toys and things. “I miss my house. And I have a few things to do before going sleep so, I’ll better go.”

Savannah appears with a few food containers in case she doesn’t have anything in her fridge. “Call if you need something, ok?” 

Y/N smiles hugging her best friend then going to Nora. “When you grow up so much?” 

After their parents died, Y/N parents didn’t shutter in having them, they were always more than a place for them, all became family. When they moved here, Y/N parents made sure they never felt alone. Life and things that passed together, made them seem like sisters.

“Let's go Monet, time to go home.” Monet sat between the sisters waiting for their pats.

Said and done. After taking a quick shower, Y/N cleaned and set up all her studio for beginning a new project, she lost track of time and the tiredness of her body braces she fell asleep on the couch.

The buzz in her stomach makes her wake up, and immediately answer the call.

“Yeah.” She mumbles half asleep. 

“Am, goodnight Mrs. Canva?” The unusual voice along with the loud cristal sounds and laughter make her open her eyes and see the ID on the screen.  

It’s Joe's number, and that’s how he saved her in his phone.

“Where is Joe?” The man sighs relief for he didn’t call the wrong number.

“I’m sorry for waking up at this hour.” It’s 3:12 am. “But Mr. Burrow, well… I’m afraid he drinks a little and he’s unwell to drive so he asked us to call you.”

Y/N sits rubbing her eyes. “He refused to leave, at least you came for him or he doesn’t have a problem with driving.”

Y/N scoffs from how reckless Joe could act when he drinks.

“I’ll go, please send me an address and I’ll be there.”

20 minutes later she parked in the backdoor to take him out without so much fuss; as she went right to the main office where they keep Joe apparently sleeping for the way he sits in the chair.

The same man that called her gave her his phone and car keys. “We never saw him get drunk, and less so quickly.” Y/N giggles tapping Joe shoulder

“Joe.” He barely opens his eyes but he smiles at her, standing but putting his arm around her. 

“You‘re here. I told them you always came.” Y/N scoff, he’s so heavy. “How the hell you get here, you're supposed to be in Boston, you’re fast.”

“Little too much to drink, I guess.” Y/N said rolling in his arm so she can pull him with the help of the other man.

They managed to get him in the back of her car and she told the man; she or someone else will come for his car tomorrow and thank him one more time for all.

“Joe.” She moved him softly. “Hey, can you tell me your password from your front door?” 

Joe giggles, raising his shoulders. “I changed it last week, I can’t remember.” 

“Ok, am, Ja’Marr knows it?” Joe shook his head. 

Y/N thought of all her options but without a clue of the password, she only had one option…

The sound of the keys alert Monet his owner is back, but with a Joe barely walking next to her.

“Shh, stay still Monet, this is more difficult than I expected.” Y/N said as she kept almost carrying him.

She never expected going upstairs would look like she was just climbing a mountain and the guest rooms seem more far away than just two one door from hers, so she gets Joe inside of her bedroom as Monet follows them from close moving his tail from side to side, excited to have Joe in his home. 

“Ok, we’re here.” Take her blanket away. “Ok, Joe, easl…”

Even as she tried to put him in the bed slowly Joe collapsed in her bed with his arm around her neck making her fall on the top of him; one of her arms stuck in the back of his neck and the other she put the side of her head avoiding falling totally over him.

She froze more seconds than she would want but Joe made her react.

“It’s beating fast.” Joe mumbles with his eyes closed and one of his hands over her waist. “Can you keep a secret?” 

Y/N tried to move but his other hand raised to his lips. “It's a life or death one.” 

She smiles nodding. “Come closer.” 

“Joe, we can't be closer, believe me.” Y/N tries to pull her arm under his neck, but he refuses to move. 

“I am madly in love with you.” Y/N hiss, feeling this time her heartbeat stops and all the blood of her body drained in one second. “But, shhhhh.” 

She sees how the blue of his eyes are barely visible but he smirks. “I don’t want you to know, not now, it just…” He hiccup. “It was killing me not to tell you.”

Y/N feels a wave of overwhelmed emotions, so she only hums as a way to say something and not just lay on the top of him. “You’re drunk Burrow.”

This time she managed to slip from Joe accidentally falling on the floor with her knees. “Of course I am.”

Y/N fakes a smile feeling she goes high for crashing loud on the ground. “Still…” He rolls to his left to see her. “Hopeless in love with you!” 

Y/N smiles with tender eyes on her face. as Joe grabs her hand over the bed. “One last thing before I fall asleep.” 

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Swear you won’t tell my sober me about this. He wants to wait for the perfect occasion.”

“Sure.” Y/N said remembering the important thing, he’s totally drunk. 

“Swear it.” He raises his pinky finger.

Y/N tingles her finger. “I swear it, ok?”

Joe nods slowly, falling asleep with his finger tingling on her.

Y/N rests her chin over the top of her and in the bed and sighs, softly moving the curl falling over Joe forehead with a soft smile on her face. 

Monet moves her other hand on her lap. “He's a drunk baby, he’s totally drunk.”

Monet licks his nose as Y/N stands to cover Joe after taking his shoes, carefully giving him a soft peck on his cheek. 

Migraine and awful migraine it’s what woke him up as he covered his eyes from the few sunlights that entered through the window, what totally woke him up is the gentle tapping against the floor.

As Joe opened his eyes he found Monet resting his head at the side of the bed as he moved his tail gently. 

“Monet, hi buddy.” The lick of Monet in his hand makes it real. “MONET!”

Monet barks jumping over the bed as Joe analyzes all around him, that’s not his house. The clothes over a chair folded, white canvas between her desk and a couch and bandanas at the back door.

Practically running as he stumbles, he goes down calling when he recognizes the kitchen and living room.

“Fuck!” He whispers, grabbing his head that keeps spinning. “Y/N?” He asked for the empty space because the only live animals and humans in that place are Monet and him; walking to the kitchen he found a note stuck to a glass with a red drink.

“I had to go to the office here for a meeting. Drink all and eat what I leave in the oven. Don’t wait for me, I’ll come back later.”

Joe closes his eyes trying to remember something but his last memory it’s he smiling to a drink and then…this morning nothing else.

“Did I say something?” He observes Monet who walks to his huge bed and lays down. “You’re mad, huh?”

Monet turns his face to his left ignoring him. “Great, now I definitely don't have a clue.”

Of course he won’t let Monet alone, that sounds like a crimen, even if he's used to. All the drive home, Ja’Marr keeps giggling as the fact Joe gets drunk plus he picks him up in his own car.

“You could drive me home, instead here.” Joe closes his eyes, the sunlights it’s annoying. 

“Man, I swear, I knew about this because Y/N called me to pick up your car!” Ja’Marr enters Joe's house. “Otherwise believe I know that’s the last place you want to go in that state.”

Monet starts to smell around he’s been in this place still the lack of his smell or Y/N it’s frustrating. Joe drinks a full bottle of water cleaning the corner of his mouth, nothing any memory came back.

“Are you sure it’s ok this little friend came with us?” Ja’Marr tosses a ball it’s on the floor as Monet runs to grabb it. 

“Yeah, I texted her, I invited her to dinner.” Joe hides his face in his hands, embarrassed even when she’s not here. “Omg, what could I tell her?”

Ja’Marr is surprised by the agility and skills Monet had for grabbing the ball. “First of all, what makes you think you actually said something to her?”

Joe observes his friend's entertainment with a ball. “You could actually go up and practically sleep and hit like rock and didn’t say anything.” 

Monet grabs the ball on the air. “DUDE! You see that?!” 

Joe smirks seeing Monet give him the ball. “He has a better receiver. Consider yourself lucky, otherwise, I want him in the team.”

Ja’Marr laughs patting Joe arm before go. “Relax man, honestly she could have told me something and she didn't, so relaxed and asked her.”

“No way, no.” Joe shook his head. “I’m embarrassed enough, this could be dig my own grave.”

“Well, good luck, I guess.” Ja’Marr laughs while walking outside of the house after Joe tosses the ball at his back.

Monet starts to smell Joe cupboard. “Hungry?” Monet barks sitting next to it. “Yeah me too.”

He goes to his fridge taking a strawberry. “No, I know you love it, and she only gave it when you’re kind of grumpy, so let’s keep this a secret between us.”

Monet carefully grabs the strawberry taking his time eating it. “Secret for secret?” Monet licks Joe's face. “No, I got it.”

Late that night with a hydrated Joe they waited with dinner ready for Y/N came, around 7:30 pm, Monet jumped over the couch sitting in Joe's front door moving his tail. 

“She’s here.” 

Joe didn’t wait for her knock, he instantly opened the door, her coming out of her car as Monet runs to bark and moves around her waiting for his pats. 

“Hi baby.” Y/N smiles going down and scratching his head. “And you, you stole my dog.” She points to Joe making him laugh.

Joe goes where they are to help her with paper bags. “Let me help.” But she punched his arm. “I left you a note!”

“Yeah, where?” She smiles following Joe inside of the house. 

Joe fakes thinking as he leaves the paper bags. “Or I just bring it with me.” He search in his pocket. “Yes, I forgot it.”

Y/N smiles seeing the pink note. <I'm taking Monet to my place.>

“But hey, you’re here and I just made-ordered dinner.” Joe points to the table set smiling. 

Y/N shake her head. “If I don’t have other option.” Joe shakes his head carefully hugging her.

“I’m sorry for didn’t pick up.” Y/N pats his back. “I missed you.”

Y/N giggles making Joe chest buzz not sure if it’s for her laugh or fir having her this close. 

“I have tons of things to tell you.” She said stick to his chest. “I hope you have time.”

“For you? Always.” 

Along with all the dinner Y/N told Joe all that happened all these days, the project, the travel, her excitement and her anxiety from start to working right away. Joe shares her joy and emotions with her all the time. He doesn’t have any doubt, she will make this a success. 

“I want to tell you this morning but…” Y/N said picking up all the plates. “I saw you but not the sober you.” 

Y/N giggles seeing Joe ears turn red as he got down his face in the sink. “I…”

She tosses a dog snack Joe has for Monet. “It’s not a complaint, but hey, you should be carefull, it’s your bye week but…Just be careful.”

“Did I say something that could disturb you?” Joe asked, gripping the sponge too tight making it almost dry the instant he grabbed it. 

Y/N waits a couple of seconds kneeling making Monet smells the snack on her hand before giving it to him. “You were drunk Joe, touched my bed and fell asleep at the first second.”

Monet tilts his head, settling his path on her left hand. “Right baby?” 

Y/N opens her hand, there is the prize.

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A/N: Big shout to @creativepromptsforwriting I had a lot of inspiration from her prompts. Thank you!

[cafecourage]

Little Red Riding Hood where Reader is Little Red but also a werewolf

Love Interest and rest of chain can be assigned however

(Cause I'm always down for a fairytale au)

I did a little twist on this. Idk if this was what you wanted. I had to ask doggo experts for how doggos act around each other. I am leaving this off on a small cliff hanger because I do want to write more of this.

Twilight didn’t trust the new person in the group. Well. It’s more like he didn’t know what to think of her. She came in like a hurricane running after the Shadow like it was her prey. Then when the dust settled and she calmed down the group quickly learned of why. The short of it being that for some reason the Shadow attacked her brother and she took chase. Which then led to her to finally agree to join the chain. Much to the Ranchers chagrin. However, he knows better than to start an unnecessary fight. Twilight could be civil.

Civility could only go so far.

Little Red, as Warrior’s likes to call her, noticed Twilight’s presence and slight unease of her and ran with it. Twilight couldn’t understand just why she was always running circles around him talking about this and that. It confused him to no end when she instantly would stick to him even when he was wolfie. He had to on more then one occasion threaten to bite Little Red’s hands. She never cared or backed away from Wolfie when he showed a bit of aggression. “He is going to bite you.” Wild warned her as he watched Little Red try to play with Wolfie.

She looked up at Wild while holding Wolfie’s face, “what? No the baby is just playing.” That comment only made Twilight growl more.

“Baby? Wolfie isn’t a baby.” Wild was torn between being completely amuse and helping Twilight out as he did know about his slight distrust of Little Red.

“No no no, Champion. This is a wolf pup. He has to be like…” Her attention draws to the wolf as she observes the good boy. “Man… I have to say maybe 10? He is very small even for that age. Wolfie is like an adult dog size but he is definitely a wolf.” She boops the snoot and quickly pulled back as Twilight tries to bite her hand again. This only makes her giggle more.

“I think your wolves might be just bigger than my Hyrules.” Honestly to Wild, Wolfie was the same size as most wolves, but he just shrugs and not questions that further. Twilight couldn’t understand why you were like this, he wonders if it was just an eccentric thing. He has met a lot of weird people in his life and Little Red might be one of them. After being free from your grasp he takes it upon himself to run away for now. Only because you don’t tend to grab his face while being Twilight and thats the most annoying part of being wolfie around you.

It wasn’t until they finally came to her era that he finally understood.

The village Little Red lived in was small, but cozy. It reminded Twilight of his own home. People tended to light up when seeing Little Red. But given the size of the group following them most villagers tended to just say hi and remarks that they needed to talk to her later. “My house is a bit further.” Little red said pointing to a path that ran into the woods. “It’s just me, my brother and Grandma oh and our cat. I’ll make sure to keep her out of your stuff. But we should have room to fit everyone.” She explains as the path slowly clears up to a cottage in the wood with a small garden. There was a small pup running around in the yard playing with said cat. Who was purely annoyed at ready to pap the puppy in the head.

Little Red’s eyes brightened “Link!” She calls out gaining the Pups reaction.

She dashes towards the house as the puppy starts running towards her. They meet halfway and the puppy shifts into a young boy. “You’re back! You’re back!” This Link giggles as he gets lifted in the air by his sister and spun around.

“I am! For now.” Little red nuzzles her brother’s face as she shifts her grips on her brother to put his weight on her hip. “Boy’s this is my brother. Link these are the adventurers I’ve been traveling with.”

She turns to the group with a smile. The chain was utterly confused and silent before Wind speaks up “Did he transform into a wolf?”

[haveihitanerve]

Gotham Protects Her Own

This was actually the original of my other post-

umm and yall really seemed to like that one- so here ya go :) a jason centred one:

Willis Todd was not a good father. Jason knew this, and still, he stayed. Catherine Todd was a drug addict, but she had been a good mother. Once. She was the reason he stayed. But Catherine took too much, and Willis beat her too heavily, and she was gone. Jason did not stay long after that. He disappeared, falling into the cracks of Gotham, allowing the city to envelop him in her arms and shield him. She had always been more alive to him than to others, he knew. Gotham was the mother he never had, the protector, his watcher, the one he could count on. She was reluctant, when Bruce found him, to let him go, but she allowed it, embracing him again with open arms every night as Robin.

In Bruce, Jason finally found someone who thought of Gotham the way he did, he found someone who found solstice in her presence, and protected her. Gotham treated Bruce in a way she never treated Jason, not better, by any means, but when Bruce fell the shadows themselves seemed to leap from the walls to cushion him, the roofs cradled his body as he jumped across them, the alleyways seemed to part for him. Jason learned, as Robin, as he got older, that had anyone really tried, they would have found him. And he learned, as Robin, as he became older, that some people had. They simply hadn’t. Gotham loved him, with his spark and his fire, and his flair for dramatics.

Jason learned, laughing, that Bruce wasn’t half as dramatic as anyone thought, his city was. Jason himself had been there on plenty of occasions where shadows seemed to prowl behind him, making him appear larger than he was, had stood next to him as civilians looked up and seen the flash of lightning, the deafening boom that shook the city a second later. Had felt himself the phantom wind that appeared and brushed Bruce’s cloak out lovingly, billowing it out behind him. Jason hadn’t been able to contain his laughter. He could hear hers next to him, delighting in his appreciation, and soon Jason found himself with the same gifts. Shadows covered him when he ran, chimneys seemed to move out of the way for him and block the path of everyone else, and the streets were always connected for him. 

Then he died. He could feel Gotham reaching for him, her child, her golden son, the boy she longed to protect, but Joker had moved to the edge of the city, and her reach was not as strong there. But Bruce’s home was in the middle, and even through death Jason could feel her tender strokes down his cheek, the press of her lips to his skin. Maybe that was why he survived.

As Red Hood, trained League assassin, Jason feared returning to Gotham, feared her wrath. But when he stepped onto the docks of his home, he felt he could finally breathe properly again. And Gotham rejoiced. She cradled him in her underworld, nurtured him in her shadows. She would not go against Bruce, Jason knew, but she still helped him, and when he and Bruce faced off, Jason almost felt afraid as her presence receded, refusing to pick between her children. It didn’t matter. Because Bruce felt it too, and he understood. 

Jason Todd belongs to the city of Gotham, and Gotham cradles her son, protecting him from those who wished him harm, saving him from the hatred of those who were not his own. 

Gotham protects her own. 

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Bruised knuckles

request: Obsessed with your Ruhn fics! Can you please maybe do one where he gets jealous on a night out with a reader where he sees a ale button in her and he gets very possessive over his mate and she loves it

a/n: idk what it is about this man that gets me going lately. I don’t understand this.

warning: blood, fighting

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Ruhn didn’t like doing business on nights out. Especially not when you tagged along. Tonight was supposed to be different. He was supposed to take you out. A date night. One that was already long overdue. He had been a shit boyfriend lately. Fuck if he didn’t think he was edging into the territory of an ex at times. So, he had stepped up. Cut down on the time with the boys. Cut his work short just to pick you up from work.

So to say that he had practically burned the phone in his hands when the message pinged. But it was from his sister. Interest conflict. Both were family in different ways. But Ruhn had always dreamed his relationship with Bryce would be different. Better. So denying her felt like burning another bridge. And she rarely asked. “I’ll be real quick," he muttered against the shell of your ear. “And then I will be fully yours all night." A boyish grin on his lips, one that shined brighter than the gentle smile on your face. But you were always gentle. So gentle and sweet. Ruhn knew that he had swung way higher than he could reach when he tried to smitten you the night Dec introduced you to him. “Just do your thing and come back in one piece," you muttered back, leaning in to press a kiss to Ruhn’s lips before pushing him back slightly, nudging his legs back with your heel.

Now Ruhn just wanted to get back. It had been forty minutes since he had left, and if, from the way he had been constantly glancing at his clock, the man didn’t get the message that he was done, he no longer knew what would help his case. When they finally parted ways, Rugh stopped at the bar first. He needed a couple of shots to loosen the tension in his neck. The last thing he wanted was to bring his shit mood to you. He also got you another drink that nearly shattered in Ruhn’s grip when his eyes landed on the private VIP lounge.

There was another man there. Where was his fucking security? Man, he left to look after you. The fuck sure had a death wish with the way he leaned forward. Constantly trying to brush his knuckles over your exposed legs. You didn’t seem interested. If anything, you looked annoyed. The male chatted away as if he was the most interesting thing here. While you sat there with an unamused look on your face, swirling your drink from time to time.

Ruhn shoved the glass at some random girl who was the closest to him as he strolled forward, undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt as he went. “You can touch it if you want," Ruhn’s blood vessels nearly popped at the male's words, the way he flexed his arm in front of you. “Give me a reason to not bash your teeth in,” he growled as he yanked the guy up by his shirt. "Chill, my guy, just rounding chicks up, seeing the vibe," the guy pushed back against Ruhn, laughing. “I’ll show you the vibe," Ruhn growled, his hand coming to the male's hair as he turned to drag him out.

"Ruhn," you called from behind. “Stay there," he growled back, more and more people turning to stare now. He had barely made it outside before his fist collided with the male's jaw. “You ever think," Ruhn hissed, “On coming up to women and rounding chicks up," another blow landed on his jaw, pained grounds echoing. “I will personally find you." Ruhn hissed at the bloody face in front of him. He was seeing red. Even the idea of the smallest sent off this man on you was driving him into overdrive.

The metal door creaked. “Take care of this." Your voice filled the back side of the alley. But Ruhn’s anger only rose higher as the two men who were on watch tonight came into view. “Where were you?” Ruhn growled, yanking one of them by the shirt. “We just..." the man began to say, but Ruhn quickly cut in. “Fired. Both of you," he hissed. Ready to shout when you come into view. Grasping his face. Your long nails digging into his cheeks as you scowled at him.

“Take a fucking breath in," you hissed. Your scent wrapped around him. Calming Ruhn’s mind. You always felt close to him. The mating bond made sure of it. But now… His fingers reached for your hips, pulling you slightly closer. “Popping off like a firecracker," you huffed, pushing his hands back, and making Ruhn growl. He wanted to feel you close. No, needed to. “You didn’t need to go and do all that." You threw your hands in the air, turning away from him.

Ruhn didn’t think; he let the need within him act as he reached for your neck, pulling you back against his chest. “Don’t turn away from me when you yell," he hissed into your ear. “Don’t go caveman on me," you growled back, but you didn’t push his hand away. No, instead, your fingers brushed over his. “I thought we were over this," you muttered as Ruhn leaned in, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder. Breathing you in. But there wasn’t even a single note from someone else. You. Shit tones of him and a dusting of the things you did before you had even climbed into his car tonight.

“I would have kept you locked in your cage for a while longer," you teased, reaching back to brush your fingers through his hair. “Very funny," Ruhn said. He knew that he had to work on his rage when it came to other males being near you. But the simplest thought of someone else being by your side. Someone else making you laugh. Having your full attention. This was the universe laughing at him. Poking at the fact that he haven’t been valuing who was by his side. Showing him how it would feel from another perspective.

"Hey!", Your delicate fingers brushed over his cheek. Ruhn didn’t even feel you shifting in his arms. “You blanked on me, bad boy." You pinched Ruhn’s cheek smiling, but he can’t bring himself to return the expression. “Fuck, I ruined tonight," he sighed. “You can go ahead and name me the shittest boyfriend," Ruhn huffed in defeat. “Ruhn, we already talked about this," you sighed. “We are both adults, both busy," you reasoned.

“But you don’t deserve that half-time bullshit," Ruhn hissed back. “You can and should just walk away." You stood staring at him for a heartbeat. "Ruhn," you breathe out, your heart aching. He didn’t lift his eyes to meet yours. “My love hasn’t changed just because we had a harder month," you said, stepping closer. “I missed you, yes. But I won’t just pack my bags and go. I love you, silly." Resting your chin on his chest, you tried to catch his eyes. “We’re a team," you mutter, “Even if you leave your dirty underwear all over the place," you shake your head, managing to drag a light chuck from Ruhn.

“I don’t like other men near you like that," he muttered. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I think everyone got the message clear; you don’t need to worry." His arm snaked around your shoulders as he pulled you closer. Brushing his lips over your forehead a couple of times. You didn’t rush him. Letting him ground himself for a moment more before your eyes landed on his hand. Angry, red knuckles are visible even in dim light.

A soft gasp slipped past your lips, “Your hand." You pulled it up for inspiration. “We need to clean this up," you frowned. “It’ll be healed before we even get home; don't worry about it," he promised. You let out a deep sigh. Standing in his arms for a moment longer. “I want shitty fries and a burger," you puffed, making Ruhn let out a laugh. It was better for both of your sakes to just go back home anyway. “Order while we drive; we’ll eat it in our pajamas." Ruhn pulled your chin up, kissing you tenderly one last time before spinning you around. Slapping your bum while he was at it, making you walk ahead of him. Laughing as you turned back, practically blinding him with that long nail of yours upon your middle finger.

[codgod-archive]

y’know generally i try to limit colour palettes to as few colours as possible to make things more cohesive but despite my best efforts only jay ended up being able to stick to that </3

ANYWAYS here’s the as-of-right-now fully updated designs for these dickheads. these will no doubt undergo even more tweaking as i draw them more but this is a start i guess. also pls open the pictures to look at them properly i worked so hard LOL

some random notes under the cut yaaaay

chip —

he jingles when he walks. somehow he’s still stealthy. i do not know how

kept the platinum ring that bonded him to gillion in the block! because hey he doesn’t really have a reason to take it off (and it’s a nice reminder of how much gill cares about him, and how far their friendship has come since that ice arena)

his tattoos shift and flicker like actual flames, and sometimes (harmless, purely aesthetic) sparks fly off them when he’s excited

i just think smoke coming out of his mouth when he’s angry would be cool :]

chipped teeth from biting rocks and coins all the time :/

he has scars from the red lightning, they’re just mostly contained to his back and shoulders. they’re a similar red to his coat even once they’ve healed

gillion —

the tail sleeve thing is so he can rest it on the ground without damaging his scales, he doesn’t usually wear it when he’s just on the ship because the wood is soft enough that it’s usually fine + it can hinder swimming a bit. it’s mostly meant for places where there’s cobblestone or gravel streets and such. i think his armour would probably have a version that looks similar but covers the whole tail minus the fins, maybe with some armour plating of its own. i didn’t draw it because there wasn’t any room lol

his scars from the lightning are pink mostly because red stood out too much tbh. they softly glow in the dark the same as his coral and the pink parts of his fins

also kept his ring! his hands aren’t really made for jewellery, though, because the webbing means it won’t sit very secure on his finger. so he keeps it on the same chain as the necklace he got from aslana to keep it safe

tried to make him look a bit bulkier and more his age than in my original design? i feel like i was leaning too much into the naivety and. shortness. originally lol. he also has thicker eyebrows now and i’m still trying to decide how i feel about them but i think? i like it? i don’t tend to give many character thin eyebrows so it could’ve been a unique thing for him but alas

i think i made the sword too small but like ignore that

also forgor to include pretzel </3 that’s okay though she can get her own design sheet later. she’s special like that

jay —

i believe in tall jay supremacy

blue magic! i was considering gold but that’d look a bit more like a canary than i wanted for her wings so. blue jay :]

her hair is supposed to look kinda like fire to mimic her dad ! kinda showing that even if she runs from her family and the navy they’ll always be a part of her. and also i just like drawing messy hair

i gave her sturdier gloves just because i feel like it fits her better. also changed up the shirt to more of a button up solely because i don’t like tank tops very much LOL

i did WANT to make her outfit a bit flashier to match the boys better but i couldn’t quite figure out where to Put the flash. maybe that’ll come later, the way the story’s going i might get to design some cool prosthetics for her or something

overall —

because there’s just so many fucking colours i triiied to add at least one or two colours from each of them into the others designs. jay has her necklace with each of their main colours on it, her wings are the same blue as gillions eyes, her jacket and right eye are the same dark blue as destiny’s blade, her hair is the same orange as the lighter part of chips tattoos. chip has a dark green sash under all the belts, the same as the hilt of destiny’s blade. they all use the same shades of black, gold, and brown

the only real exception is gillion doesn’t have anything from the other two because he has Such a specific colour palette and he already had so much going on as-is orz jay was obviously the easiest to do this with because she has both warm and cool colours in her palette by default lol (and i did her design last, so that helps)

[happilychee]

sabertooth headcanons pt. 1

I feel like mashima could've made sabertooth just a smidge less flat... they all had so much angst in them and the potential to evolve and grow as people... or they could all turn nice in the span of an episode. that works too.

♡ sting is a sweetheart. he's a genuine, caring, and kind boy who grows up to be a charming and earnest young man. that is, unless he's on the battlefield. old sabertooth sting makes an appearance in those moments. his smirk is cruel, his taunts are like daggers, jabbing away at the opponent. he's cocky and arrogant, and maybe he has the right to be so because his attacks are so powerful they blow the enemy away.

♡ lector is the kind of friend who talks major shit about whatever you're doing as he's helping you. he tells sting how dumb it is to go on a mission alone in mid-flight to their destination. ride or die? nah, lector is fly or die.

♡ rufus loves tea brewing. this is one of the few areas of knowledge that he chooses not to use his magic on. he loves sitting down with a good book and reading about the history of tea, tea cultivation, the proper culinary techniques to brew the perfect cup of tea.

♡ orga is the reason sabertooth has open-mic nights. the (second) strongest guild in fiore turns into a comedy club on tuesday nights, and surprisingly, it's good. orga serenades whoever comes to mind that night: it's been sting, rogue, yukino, all the usual suspects, and on one memorable occasion, mr. yajima. yukino tells the most wholesome, funny stories while frosch and lector act out the scene behind her. in what was probably the most fever dream moment of sting's life, minerva took the mic and delivered such a seething, deadpan stand-up that she got the entire guild cheering for her.

♡ minerva goes all out for halloween. besides just being into arcane magic and the history of magic, she loves spooky things. also, she's a bit fucked up, and this is a good outlet for her. sabertooth will gladly take minerva's scarily detailed sculptures of severed limbs over her lashing out any day of the week. to her guildmates' surprise, she also organizes a family-friendly haunted house in the guild hall for the kids of gazania.

♡ in my heart of hearts, sting does not become sabertooth's guild master. I headcanon him as a healer, so I think he would establish an infirmary in sabertooth and oversee it. unsure if rogue or minerva becomes guild master. I think minerva would be better suited for the role, but there's also recency bias against her because of jiemma. and she needs time to process everything that went into sabertooth's upheaval.

♡ which sabertooth member do you never want to piss off? you might think it's minerva or rufus or even the twin dragons. no. it's yukino. she is the sweetest, kindest member of sabertooth by far, and also the most patient. if you offend yukino, she's unlikely to do much about it, but celestials forbid you hurt her friends, especially minerva. she'll send her spirits after you, and no one will ever find your body.

♡ sabertooth, despite their efforts to become a kinder place, is still a hard guild to get into. they're not like fairy tail where anyone can just join. the core members argue for a long while about what kind of entrance test they should have. ultimately they decide on a test of strength, but not just physical ability. minerva says that it's in the eyes, whether someone has the drive and tenacity to always improve themselves and make sabertooth proud. she tries to be subtle, but she's also staring at yukino the entire time. one eyebrow wiggle from lector turns minerva as red as the cat's fur.

[vallxlkzal]

So, I decided to write another little fanfic because I can't stop thinking about it 🌚✨

💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔

The Detective drove home and purred his own tune under his breath, not even listening to the radio in the car. And why? No more notifications of another murder, no more crimes committed by Waldo.

No more Waldo as a killer, because...

The Detective looked at the ring on his finger and smiled wryly. At first, it was just a way to calm Waldo down, an attempt to play his game, but it seems the game went too far for both of them. Unironically far.

Now they are a family, now they are husband and husband. How it happened, they still neither understood, but they never went back to the past. It's still better than chasing him around the world and deciphering red letters.

Well, okay, Waldo still leaves some encrypted notes on the fridge and laughs when the Detective tries to decipher them. Or he walks around the house with a hat and a stick, refusing to put them down. He says that the hat and the stick are a part of him, and he feels inferior without them. The Detective would never have thought that this creature feels anything, but Wenda has never taken off her hat in the past and always carried a camera or an umbrella.

She and Waldo are quite similar, so the Detective sometimes even forgets that it is not Wenda, but Waldo. One warm night, the difference between them was completely erased, and everything fell into place as if it was meant to be. As if Waldo was Junior's mother.

Or the Detective just went completely crazy. And for some reason he began to like it very much.

It was nice to come home again. He were waiting, always waiting. Junior and Waldo, whom the little boy called his own dad. Maybe it was true. Maybe Waldo was Junior's real dad, but the Detective couldn't say for sure for one reason... The cop just hoped that this was the LAST time. The last Waldo. That there would be no more repetition of this story.

The car drove smoothly up to the house and parked. The Detective went outside and took with him some purchases he had made at the store before returning home. He still could not believe that he was buying Waldo some things or gifts just to see his smiling, calm face. Waldo had said that he was sick of peace and this life, that he needed killing, blood, chase, adrenaline, but then he lay with the Detective in a warm embrace in front of the TV and smiled, hugging Junior, who decided to join them in watching a movie. Waldo finally came together and there were no more five of him. He was one and unique.

The Detective hoped so.

At times, he was afraid that he would lose Waldo as well. For some reason, this fear remained, and now it has woken up again.

The lights in the house were off. Perhaps everyone was asleep. Yeah. That's right. Everyone was asleep. Nothing bad had happened.

The Detective walked to the front door with his usual calm step and unlocked it with his key, finally turning on the light in the quiet, empty living room.

Waldo always waited for the Detective here. He could even lean right up against the window and stand there for hours, scaring passersby and taking a break to look out at the street just to spend time with Junior.

Waldo could have jumped into a hug, appeared unexpectedly and kissed him, or simply waved his long, thin, striped arm from the other room to greet his husband.

But none of this happened now.

The Detective put his things on the table and went into the bedroom without taking off his shoes.

Sometimes Waldo would just sleep. Surprisingly, this striped creature was very fond of sleeping, could sleep for days and could easily be killed if they were still enemies. The Detective smiled nervously. Please, let Waldo just sleep...

The Detective did not see Junior anywhere on the road either. Cop called out to everyone, but no one came. Panic gradually began to creep into the man and, unfortunately, there was a reason for it.

Abruptly opening the door to the bedroom and turning on the light, the Detective exhaled in shock, realizing how dizzy he was getting and how his body was getting weaker from the familiar powerlessness in front of a familiar situation.

The entire bed was covered in blood. Bright red blood, fresh. Is it possible...

The Detective quickly walked around the bed, looking around the room. A bloody trail led to the nightstand where Waldo's phone was lying. Then these crimson traces broke off halfway and began to slide down, as if the hand that had tried to take the phone was trying to hold onto the nightstand with its last strength, but the strength was leaving its weak, wounded body.

No, not again... No, no, no...

Looking down even further, the Detective swallowed the heavy lump in his throat and grimaced as if the stick that had been driven through Waldo's chest had also pierced the Detective himself. Because they were now one, a family, it all felt too painful.

Waldo was dead. But, before he died, he tried to reach for the phone and apparently dial the Detective's number. Poor thang failed.

Now Waldo was sleeping an eternal sleep. One of those Waldos who was cured by the Detective's kindness.

The Detective knelt down exhaustedly in front of Waldo's corpse, the next corpse in his miserable life, and picked up a glass of whiskey that had been generously filled with expensive alcohol and carefully left by someone right next to Waldo, drinking it all at once and to the bottom.

The Detective lifted the red envelope from Waldo's face and looked into his husband's dead eyes: wide open in the sheer fear he felt before he died, and wet with tears, which could indicate that everything had happened quite recently. Maybe even when the cop was driving home.

The Detective couldn't help but cry, which was becoming more and more every minute due to grief and fast-acting alcohol.

This all happens again and again. As soon as Waldo becomes calm, sweet and kind, not a psychopath with a bloodlust, this is inevitable. As soon as Waldo becomes attached to the Detective, as soon as he wakes him up in the morning with a gentle kiss on the cheek and laughs, as soon as he talks about things the Detective has never seen or heard before because he hasn't traveled the world, as soon as Waldo waits for him every day at work by the window and squeals with happiness, hugging the Detective from the doorway.

As soon as Waldo finds himself in bed with this man and makes love to him as if it were the last time...

And when he gives birth to Junior, saying that it was the happiest day of his long, long, striped life. And when the new one is next to Junior. And when another new one is next to Junior...

And it's happening again.

The Detective opened a new red envelope and saw not a cipher, but calligraphic, carefully written letters that drove the unfortunate man to hysteria, a sharp thorn growing all over his body:

"Dear Detective,

Do you think this is the last time or are there a few more Waldos you'll drag into your bed and make this striped, inhibited by your charms, dork yours, haha? This trick won't work with me. I am not your toy. You are my toy. Do you understand.

And by the way, I'm taking Junior. He is MY son, not yours.

Waldo"

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Ukrainian version (original):

Детектив їхав додому і муркотів якусь власну мелодію під ніс, навіть не слухаючи радіо в машині. А навіщо? Більше немає сповіщень про чергове вбивство, більше немає злочинів, скоєних Валдо.

Більше немає Валдо, як вбивці, бо...

Детектив подивився на обручку на своєму пальці і криво посміхнувся. Спочатку це був просто спосіб заспокоїти Валдо, спроба пограти в його гру, але, здається, гра зайшла занадто далеко для обох. І неіронічно далеко.

Тепер вони сім'я, тепер вони чоловік і чоловік. Як так вийшло, вони і досі обидва не розуміли, але більше не поверталися до минулого. Все одно це краще, ніж ганятися за ним по всьому світу і розшифровувати червоні листи.

Ну гаразд, Валдо досі залишає на холодильнику якісь зашифровані записки і сміється, коли Детектив намагається розшифрувати. Або ходить по дому в шапці і з палицею, відмовляючись їх відкласти. Каже, що шапка і палиця — це частина його, без них від відчуває себе неповноцінним. Детектив би ніколи не подумав, що це створіння відчуває хоч щось, але Венда в минулому теж ніколи не знімала шапку і завжди носила з собою камеру чи парасольку.

Вони з Валдо доволі схожі, тому Детектив іноді навіть забуває, що поруч не Венда, а Валдо. Різниця між ними повністю стерлась однієї теплої ночі і все стало на свої місця, наче так і повинно було бути. Наче це Валдо — мати Джуніора.

Або Детектив просто зійшов з розуму до кінця. І йому чомусь це стало дуже подобатися.

Повертатися додому знову було приємно. Там чекали, завжди чекали. Джуніор і Валдо, якого маленький хлопчик називав рідним татом. Можливо, воно так і було. Можливо, Валдо і був справжнім татом Джуніора, але Детектив вже не міг точно сказати з-за однієї причини... Коп просто сподівався, що це ОСТАННІЙ раз. Останній Валдо. Що більше не буде повторення цієї історії.

Машина плавно під'їхала до будинку і припаркувалась. Детектив вийшов на вулицю і захватив з собою деякі покупки, які зробив в магазині перед поверненням додому. Він і досі не вірив, що купує Валдо якісь речі чи подарунки просто щоб побачити його усміхнене, спокійне обличчя. Валдо ж казав, що його нудить від спокою і такого життя, що треба вбивства, кров, погоня, адреналін, але лежить потім з Детективом в теплих обіймах перед телевізором і посміхається, обіймаючи Джуніора, який вирішує приєднатися до їхнього перегляду фільму. Валдо нарешті зібрався докупи і його більше не було п'ять. Він був один і неповторний.

Детектив сподівався на це.

Часами він боявся, що втратить і Валдо. Залишився чомусь такий страх, і саме зараз він прокинувся знову.

Світло в домі не палало. Можливо, всі спали. Так. Точно. Всі спали. Нічого погано не відбулось.

Детектив звичним, спокійним кроком підійшов до вхідних дверей і відчинив їх за допомогою свого ключа, вмикаючи нарешті світло в тихій пустій вітальні.

Валдо завжди чекав тут Детектива. Міг навіть прямо до вікна притулятися і стояти так годинами, лякаючи перехожих і відриваючись на споглядання вулиці лише щоб провести час з Джуніором.

Валдо міг стрибнути в обійми, з'явитися зненацька і поцілувати, або просто помахати з іншої кімнати своєю довгою, худою, смугастою рукою, щоб привітати свого чоловіка.

Але цього всього зараз не відбулось.

Детектив поставив речі на стіл і, не знімаючи взуття, пішов до спальні.

Траплялось таке, що Валдо просто спав. На диво, це смугасте створіння дуже любило спати, могло спати днями і його можна було б легко вбити, якби вони все ще були ворогами. Детектив нервово посміхнувся. Будь-ласка, нехай Валдо просто спить...

Джуніора Детектив теж ніде по дорозі не бачив. Він кликав всіх, але ніхто не підійшов. Паніка поступово почала закрадатися до чоловіка і, нажаль, цьому була причина.

Різко відкривши двері в спальню і увімкнувши там світло, Детектив приголомшено видохнув, розуміючи, як починає паморочитися в голові і як тіло слабкішає від знайомого безсилля перед знайомою ситуацією.

Все ліжко було в крові. В яскраво-червоній крові, свіжій. Невже...

Детектив швидко обійшов ліжко, оглядаючи кімнату. Кривавий слід вів до тумбочки, на якій лежав телефон Валдо. Потім ці багряні сліди обірвалися на півдорозі і почали сповзати вниз так, неначе рука, яка намагалась взяти телефон, з останніх сил хотіла триматися за тумбочку, але сили покидали її слабке, поранене тіло.

Ні, тільки не знову... Ні, ні, ні..

Опустивши погляд ще нижче, Детектив проковтнув важкий ком в горлі і скривився так, неначе палиця, яка була наскрізь пробита через груди Валдо, також пробила і самого Детектива. Бо ж вони тепер були одним цілим — сім'єю, тому відчувалось все занадто болюче.

Валдо був мертвий. Але, перед смертю, він намагався дотягнутися до телефону і, очевидно, набрати номер Детектива. Не вдалося.

Тепер Валдо спав вічним сном. Один з тих Валдо, якого вилікувала доброта Детектива.

Детектив обезсилено опустився на коліна перед черговим трупом Валдо в своєму нікчемному житті і взяв в руки стакан віскі, який був щедро заповнений дорогим алкоголем і дбайливо залишений кимось прямо біля Валдо, випиваючи все одразу і до дна.

Детектив підняв з обличчя Валдо червоний конверт і подивився в мертві очі свого чоловіка: широко розкриті в суцільному жаху, який він відчував перед смертю, а ще мокрі від сліз, що могло свідчити про те, що все відбулось зовсім недавно. Можливо навіть тоді, коли коп під'їзджав додому.

Детектив не втримався від сліз, яких з кожною хвилиною ставало дедалі більше з-за горя і швидко діючого алкоголю.

Це все повторюється знову і знову. Як тільки Валдо стає спокійним, милим і добрим, не психопатом з бажанням крові, це стається неминуче. Як тільки Валдо прив'язується до Детектива, як тільки будить його зранку ніжним цілунком в щоку і сміється, як тільки розмовляє про речі, які раніше Детектив ніколи не бачив і не чув, бо не подорожував по світу, як тільки Валдо чекає кожен день з роботи біля вікна і пищить від щастя, обіймаючи Детектива з порогу... Як тільки опиняється з ним в ліжку і гаряче кохається зі своїм чоловіком, ніби в останній раз...

І коли він народжує від Детектива Джуніора, кажучи, що це був найщасливіший день в його довгому-довгому, смугастому житті. І коли новий він поруч з Джуніором. І коли ще один новий він поруч з Джуніором...

І це відбувається знову.

Детектив відкрив новий червоний конверт і побачив там не шифр, проте каліграфічно, старанно виведені літери, що довели нещасного чоловіка до істерики, гострою колючкою розростаючоюся по всьому тілі:

"Дорогий Детективе,

Як думаєте, це востаннє чи є ще декілька Валдо, яких ви затягнете в ваше ліжко і зробите цього смугастого, загальмованого вашою чарівністю йолопа своїм, хаха? Зі мною цей фокус не пройде. Я вам не іграшка. Це ви — моя іграшка. Ясно тобі.

А, до речі, Джуніора я забираю. Це МІЙ син, не ваш.

Валдо"

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[painfulrant]

Ethan x M/C - Comfort/Nightmares

It was a usual day at the school with the group. Everyone throwing suspicion my way for absolutely no reason. The sun rising casted beautiful orange rays that filled my chest with hope for the better.

Maybe hope is something you have to make for yourself?

His words were strong and clear in my mind, calming my racing heart. I haven't been sleeping much lately... The things lurking in the dark terrorize my dreams and drag me down so far, I sometimes fear I'll never make it back to the land of the living. If Judy wasn't acting so weird, I would ask her for her Judy special services.

She's hiding something from me. She avoids me during the days now, only returning to my room once I've fallen asleep, sometimes not at all. She'll talk to me but not like before... She has dark purple bags under her eyes making me wonder if she's also having nightmares or if it's from her sneaking around so much. If it was a boy, surely, she would tell me. Maybe she just suspects me like everyone else does. Scarlett hasn't exactly let up with all her bs.

The classroom doors slid open and one set of pitter-pattering footsteps fell still. I don't have the energy to look back, so I just rested my head against the window and watched the deserted city below get drowned in beautiful rays of color from the sky and water. There were very few, if any animals left but I know of at least four animals that have made it this far.

"Why're you awake so early?" Judy's cheerful voice didn't sound so cheerful but rather nervous. Is she truly scared of me? I haven't done anything to anyone here. Honestly, I could ask the same of her, but my head was pounding, and my vision was matching the beat of my heart. I just shrugged, knowing she'll drop it. The new version of her will anyways... The old her would be persistent and stubborn. She'd pull it out through my teeth. But Judy hasn't been the same in a couple of weeks.

The sound of the door sliding open once again made me clench my jaw in frustration. I was hoping for a few more hours of silence before others woke up and I was to be out casted from the peaceful classroom. Let Judy keep her secrets... I've tried enough already, and she's said some pretty hurtful things. Mostly everyone has.

That though brought tears to my eyes, but I refused to let them drop, listening for who the new person was. Between the nightmares and the bullying, I had no energy for anyone anymore. Zion and Ethan both seemed have to realized just that too which was strange. Ethan, the man who speaks little but speaks wisely and Zion the sarcastic cocky man who gets mad when I cry.

"Y/n, what're you doing up so early? You have night shift tonight." That was Lawrence who sounded kind and gentle as always but also like a mother scolded her child. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, biting my tongue to stop my attitude dripping out.

"Can't sleep." It was quiet for a second before Lawrence voice sounded.

"Oh. Well -" He was cut off by Judy, drawing my attention. She never does that... When I opened my eyes and turned to look at her, she had blood pouring from her eyes, nose, and mouth as well as her right arm missing. I gasped, standing up and stepping closer to the window and farther away from her. She just smiled, her teeth glistening red with blood that continued to drool from her mouth.

This is a nightmare. It has to be a nightmare. Tears were once again prickling my eyes, but it was clear enough to see Lawrence standing in the far corner, hidden by the shadows with glowing red eyes. He looked to be holding something in his hand and at a closer look, it was Judy's arm.

"No. No! This isn't real. You guys aren't real, I-" I gasped, pushing myself up against the window.

The door slid open once again and this time Ethan and Zion stepped through. Zion had blue, red, and purple bites littering his body while Ethan had foggy eyes and pale blue skin with his veins showing.

"Y/n... Step down from the window." Judy's sinister voice echoed around the room while the sky outside turned a deep scarlet shade of red.

I just stared at all of them, tears now freely streaming down my face.

"It's time to wake up." A voice behind me whispered, arms wrapping around my body. These arms were cold, and I couldn't help screaming when they drug me out the window.

I jerked forward, screaming with tears flowing like a stream off a mountain. Warm hands were gently grabbing my own and when I looked up, I saw a normal Eugene staring worriedly from the back of the classroom, Ethan in front of me with worried eyes but a blank face, and Zion behind Ethan with curious expression. Judy and Lawerence were nowhere to be found.

When I turned back to check if the sky was still red, I found the normal orange rays of the sunrise. The window where I stood, was open, my body literally an inch from dropping to my death. I gasped and stepped forward toward Ethan who quickly wrapped his arms around me. I almost died... My dream almost killed me. When did I even fall asleep.

I laid my head against Ethan's shoulder while he set his head on top of mine, his touch reassuring me that I wasn't dreaming, and he wasn't dead. None of them were. The shock stopped the tears from flowing, my heart rapidly beating.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, the pulsing vision and headache returning 10x worse than it had been before I fell asleep. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. I could fell his heart beating just as hard and fast as mine.

"We heard you scream while we were patrolling." Eugene spoke up, walking forward to close and lock the window behind us.

"You sounded like a zombie was tearing into you." There was no sarcasm or a hint of amusement in Zions voice. I must have really scared them.

"Come on." Ethan muttered, gently leading me from the classroom, the shock warrying off. My body trembled but there were still no tears. I'm too tired to cry.

When Ethan led me to his room, I looked to him with confusion.

"Sleep. You need it." He moved his blanket back, getting a spot ready for me. I felt bad and I think he knew because he looked up and shook his head.

"It's not your fault." With those final words, I walked forward to lay down. As soon as I did, he started to stand. I don't want him to leave... I need him here.

Quickly grabbing his hoodie sleeve, I looked up with scared eyes.

"Please don't leave me." I whispered, voice trembling with exhaustion but also fear. His eyes searched mine before he nodded and sat beside me. He let me lay my head against his shoulder and soon, everything grew dark. His heartbeat soothed my own heart and for once in a couple of weeks, I slept peacefully knowing he was beside me and with me to protect me.

"I promise to always protect you. I'm not leaving you."