#he's such a good fighter.. and handsome too... kiss kiss kiss!

[0mg-bird]

bombshell of the bau was soo good, I need more of those two pls!!!

Aghhhhhh thanks! Okay, upon popular demand, here’s a part two.

Bombshell Of The BAU~ Part II

Spencer Reid x Fem!Agent Reader

Summary: With all the attention you get, it’s hard to hide something as scandalous as what you and Spencer have going on. Often times, it comes down to stolen moments and too close calls.

But you don’t expect the team to find out the way they do.

Warnings: Tehehehehe. Okay, 18+ content, suggestive material, smut, MDNI, um they’re so cute! Morgan being a c!ck block on like too many occasions, slight voyeurism kinda?? Exhibitionism kinda? Two second mention of Reid’s addiction. Reader gets hurt by UbSub but she’s fine. Idk, enjoy.

“You sure you don’t want a drink?” Emily asks as she walks with you down the hallway.

You pull the clip from your hair so it softly falls down around your face. A sigh leaves your pouty lips that are long gone of lipstick.

“After the day I had? I’d much rather take a very long shower, order room service on Hotch’s dime and watch Sex and The City.”

Emily laughs. “That sounds pretty perfect to me. Hey, did Morgan really make you crawl up in that attic?”

A shiver runs through you. “I don’t want to relive that trauma.” You claim.

She rubs your arm affectionately. “Well, you try your best to recover.”

“I’m a fighter, I’ll be okay.” You say dramatically, flicking your hair out of your face.

Emily drops you off at your door. “Call me if you need anything.” She says.

“Aw, sugar, I can always count on you.” You place a kiss on her cheek, the way you always do as a goodbye to your female agent friends.

You dig the room key from your pocket and press it into the slot. Though, you don’t push the door open, you instead look to the elevator where Emily disappears in, headed down to the lobby where most of the team resides.

When the coast is clear, you briskly turn further down the hall, passing multiple doors until you come to stand at the right one. Sparing another glance over your shoulder, you raise your knuckle to the wood.

The door opens after two knocks, and that arm raised in the air is grabbed and tugged, making you fall swiftly into the room.

You let out a soft giggle, though it’s cut off by an equally smiley kiss.

The door clicks shut behind you as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Spence.” You sigh dreamily against him. “Long time, no see, handsome.”

He pulls back to look down at you, that lopsided smile you love so much, playing on his lips.

“I saw you this morning at the station.” He reminds, letting his hands roam up your sides to hold your face.

He’s learned how to be comfortable in his actions, knowing now that you aren’t going to push him away when he reaches out. For three months, the two of you have been hiding this well kept secret, and maybe it was wrong to keep something like this from the team but…

Both you and Spencer agree that it’s nice, having something to yourselves.

So that’s why the two of you steal away any moments you can, like being on the same hotel floor after solving a case.

You give a pout. “But I’ve been stuck with Morgan all day. He was so cruel to me.”

Spencer matches your rutted lower lip. “Oh, he was cruel, huh? How was he cruel, angel?”

You love it when he calls you that.

Your hand slips into the hair on the back of his head, it’s definitely gotten a little longer.

“Made me follow him all around town, boosted me up into an icky crawl space to search for evidence.” You explain, trying to kick your heels off.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Spencer jokes, his thumb rubbing your cheek.

“It was a miserable, miserable day.” You sigh, dropping a few inches in height once your shoes are off. “But I’m here now and let me tell you, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Spencer gets that slight blush he always does. “Have you?”

“Mhm.” You nod, pulling him down for another searing kiss.

Instantly, lips are parting and he’s tasting that unique-to-you taste of your tongue. Maybe it’s a placebo effect, but after awhile, he’s addicted to that sweet flavor that lingers on your lips.

You sigh and melt into him, ready to forget about all the work the two of you went through today. Taking your hand, you grasp one of his and bring it down to your belt. He gets the hint, then quickly tries to get you out of the clothes you can’t bear to be in any longer than you need to be.

While you pull his tie loose, he pulls the concealed carry holster from where it was tucked inside your waist band. He sets it on the nearby table, then pulls your shoulder holster off. You chuckle against him as you pull his own fire arm off and join it with the other two.

“So many guns.” You comment.

Without a risk in the way, he untucks your blouse. “Occupational hazard.” He adds.

Slowly, articles of clothing are making a home on the floor, and once you’re down to your underwear, you’re falling onto the bed with a laugh.

“You’re on my hair.” You wince.

“Sorry.” He adjusts, gripping your waist as he flips the two of you over.

Knees on either side of his hips, you’re free to do the thing you’ve been thinking about all day. Your favorite thing is the little gasp Spencer gives you when you first create a dizzying friction against him. You absorb it with your mouth on his, hands on his cheeks, manicured nails slightly pressing into his skin. You still haven’t figured out what flips inside of you, or what it is exactly that he does that makes your brain think ‘I want to eat him’.

“What time are we flying out tomorrow?” You ask, placing his hands on your hips.

His fingers flex into your skin, and drags you against his lap.

“7:00.” He answers, knowing how much you hate early mornings, and long flights home.

“I have a bone to pick with that Hotchner guy, I think he’s out to get me.” You huff. “He ships us out when the sun comes up, he puts me with Morgan all day, and he never lets me hang around when you’re doing paperwork in the briefing room.”

Spencer, much more brave now, trails his lips down your jaw and neck.

“That’s because you’re distracting.” He states.

You gasp. “I am helpful!”

“Helpful when you have your hand between my legs under the table?”

You giggle. “I’m helpful in more ways than one, baby, and you are no better than me.”

With a slight disbelief of his eye, he pulls away from tracing your pulse with the tip of his tongue, and shakes his head at you.

“How am I no better?”

You slightly tug at the ends of his hair. “Spence, you almost got us caught when you shoved me into the conference room on your lunch break and Emily was looking all over for me.”

He smirks, feeling all too proud of himself for that bold move. “It was my lunch break…I was having lunch.”

Ever since Spencer learned how much he enjoys his face between your thighs, it’s like he’s a junky all over again and can only go so long without making you fall apart for him. You remember thinking that there was no possible way the two of you could get away with it as he pushed your skirt up and sat you on the edge of the table, kneeling before you. You also remember thinking this was one of the hottest things he has ever done.

In the beginning, you were worried that he thought you only wanted sex. The sex, it’s great, it’s …well, it’s wow. But being with Spencer means laughing more than you ever have, spending days off together, holding his hand in public and going to as many bookstores as he likes. It’s all so much more than you ever had before.

At work, it’s the same as it’s always been, you shamelessly flirt and Spencer, being the victim of your sultry ploys, keeps stumbling his words and hardly ever raises red flags.

Sure, the team noticed that he’s a little more out of his shell, has more confidence about him, but they just think he started believing all those compliments you tell him. In all actuality, he just feels proud that he has someone like you in his life, whose socks end up in his laundry and who leaves lipstick stains on the collars of his shirts.

Fingers trace up your spine, raising goosebumps on your skin as they aim for the clasp of your bra. He’s getting pretty good at undoing the hooks.

But just before he can try to beat his time, a knock comes from the door.

The two of you pause, your lips pull back, your fingers leave his hair.

“What do we do?” You whisper.

Panting slightly from the lack of oxygen he receives when your tongue is slotted to his, he just shrugs. “Maybe they’ll go away.”

Just like that, your hips continue their motion and he’s going to free your chest.

Another knock.

“Reid, it’s Morgan.” The voice comes.

Spencer lets out a rather irritated huff, his eyes shut as he swallows hard, willing the man to just go away.

“Reid! Open the door.”

Nope, he’s not leaving.

“Son of a bitch.” He grunts.

“Oh, watch that dirty mouth, Doctor.” You tease as he pulls you off his lap.

He stands, running through mathematical formulas to try and calm down in his boxers. He scoops up a sweatshirt that lays on the back of the desk chair and pulls it on. In a panic, you roll off the bed and hide behind it on the floor, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Reid-”

Spencer pulls the door open. “What?” He snaps.

Derek is surprised by his bluntness, but he takes in his disheveled appearance and is more confused.

“What were you doing?” He asks.

“R-reading.”

Derek looks at his bare legs. “Without pants on?”

Go away, go away, go away.

Spencer breathes out. “I was about to take a shower. Now, what’s up?”

Morgan folds his arms over his chest. “Everybody is downstairs, don’t be a loner up here.”

Spencer shakes his head. “I’m pretty tired so uh, I’m gonna turn in.”

Morgan looks at him for a moment too long. “You sure you’re okay? You seem…flushed.”

“I’m fine, Morgan, really.” He reassures.

Laying face down on the carpet for a few minutes while the two men hash out whatever it is Morgan needed to, you come to the realization that you’re actually exhausted. By the time Spencer finally gets Derek to leave, you’re sitting yourself back up on the bed with a frown.

“What is it?” His brows furrow as he sees your expression.

Never have you ever had a partner so attentive, so loving in every touch they gave you. But Spencer runs his fingers through your hair as you tell him how you long for sleep, and he reassures you that it was okay you weren’t in the mood anymore.

He brought your bag from your room to his, though you truly just fell asleep in a t shirt and panties.

In the morning, you pretend you were in your room the entire night, and you meet the team in the lobby, fresh faced and ready to fly home.

“What’s your plans for this weekend?” Morgan asks after discussing with Emily what she’ll be doing.

You, who is currently taking up too much space on the couch, look over at the pair and shrug.

“I’ll have you know I have a very hot date with my bathtub when I get home and a very big plan to clean my apartment.”

That was all a lie.

You’d be over at Spencer’s this weekend, you’d be spending all your time with him, acting like a normal couple in public, having dinner and he’d get flustered when you’d kiss him in public.

But the team can’t know that.

Spencer comes back from the back of the jet, only to see his spot on the couch has been taken by your legs. He stares at you for a moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to sit here?” You innocently question.

“Yeah, I’d prefer to.” He nods, watching you smirk.

“All you have to do is ask nicely.”

“Please?”

You sit upright, planting your feet on the ground. “Always so eager to beg.”

Emily laughs, Spencer goes red in the face.

To them, it’s exactly how it always has been between the two of you.

He sits beside you, not too close, but your fingers twitch to reach over and touch him. Your nails go to your mouth instead to keep them busy.

Without truly paying attention, Spencer reaches over and tugs your hand away from your mouth and instead hands you a sucker he pulled from his bag.

It’s such a domestic act that though there’s nothing too suggestive about it, Emily notices. She clocks the behavior as something a little odd. Sure, you and Reid have always been close but since when has he carried around things for you?

Truly, you should’ve known that Emily would be the first to suspect something, but you continued on blissfully, believing that the team was so caught up in everything else that they wouldn’t catch what was happening right under their noses.

“The station was able to get us last minute rooms but there’s only four available, some of us are going to have to double up.” Hotch says nearly a month later on a case in a small Texas town you were only supposed to be in for the day.

But when the case turned into something far more complicated than anticipated, the team opted to stay for a bit longer.

The team shares a few looks as Hotch holds the motel room keys in his hand, all knowing that he wasn’t about to bunk in with Rossi anytime soon.

“I’m not sleeping with Reid.” Morgan declares as he begins to feel like it’s going to be assumed. “Make the girls share a room.”

All three of you begin to protest, knowing you’re fine with sharing but not fine with Morgan making that decision for you.

He holds his hands up in surrender.

JJ, always such a leader, looks to you. “If you and Prentiss want to share, I’ll bunk with Reid.” She sighs.

Spencer starts feeling like he’s a child again, watching his parents talk about custody, knowing one parent truly doesn’t want him.

The suggestion, though innocent, has your nails pressing into your palms. It’s a terrible idea in your mind, because here is a chance to stay with your golden boy for the night and it’s getting taken away.

“I’ll stay with Spencer, I don’t mind. Is that okay with you, Spence?” You turn to look up at him, innocent smile, sultry eyes.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure. Fine- it’s fine with me…I’ll take the floor.” He stutters awkwardly, sealing the deal with a cricked smile that’s very Spencer Reid.

Hotch narrows his eye as he hands you a room key. “Keep the flirting to a minimum.”

“How can I when he just makes it so easy?” You joke, taking the key.

As you grab your bag, Morgan begins to uncontrollably laugh.

“Go easy on him.” He jokes. “He’s a romantic.”

“Morgan.” Reid sighs, following behind you.

“You have a fun sleepover! Hey, you still got that whistle? Yell fire if she gets to be too much!”

I glanced back at Morgan, shaking your head before looking to Spencer. “Come on, lover boy, I don’t bite.”

“Yes you do.” He mutters.

“Only sometimes.”

Hotch prays he’s not going to get an email from HR. He’s already hearing it from Strauss, a meeting needs to be set up for inappropriate conduct between coworkers, and everyone knows Garcia and Morgan aren’t the only ones to blame, not when you’re addressing Spencer as ‘handsome genius’ in work emails.

The door clicks shut and you turn the lock, letting out a sigh and taking in the modest room, everything decorated in a dated western fashion.

“Were you serious about taking the floor?” You ask, causing him to look back over to you.

“If you want me to, yes.”

Bless him and his gentleman qualities, it has you wanting to jump him in the most passionate way.

“Now, why would I want you to be down there when I’ll be up in the mattress all alone? Here I thought you had a high IQ.” You tease, opening your go bag. “You mind if I shower? You could join me if you want.”

The offer is tempting.

“I better stay here in case someone comes knocking, might be a little suspicious if we’re both dripping wet at the same time.” He says, feeling proud that he still can think logically, though it’s far too hard when you’re around.

A smirk pulls at your soft lips. “I thought I was the only one who knew anything about being dripping wet.”

Spencer becomes flush, his cheeks burning as he says your name, prompting you to stop your explicit behavior.

“Sorry, baby, it’s just so easy.” You come to kiss his jaw before finding your way to the bathroom.

The shower is warm and the low light in the bathroom is soothing, you rinse clean and shampoo your hair, making the steam smell like your scent. Spencer browses the minimal television selection, then fights his urge to unmake the bed because he knows you’ll want to adjust the blanket and sheets a certain way.

“The water pressure is surprisingly good.” You say after about fifteen minutes, coming out, releasing that waft of steam.

Toweling your hair, you come back to your bag to find your various travel lotions, though you don’t get very far because Spencer is looking at you like you just hung the moon.

“What?” You ask, slightly adjusting your robe with an unsure smile.

He smiles softly. “I just…it’s unfair how beautiful you are in every form.”

Your heart swoons like it always does when he’s around.

“You have no room to talk, mister.” You remind, abandoning the skin care and come to stand between his knees that he parts for you.

Your finger traces the line of his jaw as his hands gently place on the backs of your thighs.

“You’re so sexy with your hair pushed back like this. Did you start wearing it like this because you knew it would drive me crazy?” You ask coyly, half teasing, running your fingers through it.

“It’s getting long.” He says.

“Nonsense, I love it.”

“You love everything.”

“I love you.”

The two of you pause. Those are three words you haven’t exactly expressed often. It’s been said, in a ramble from Spencer where it just came out and you had beamed up at him like you’ve won a prize.

Now, you say it with certainty, and he wants to hear it again.

“I love you.” You say with more intensity, leaning down to where you have his face in your hands, holding him there as you kiss him.

“I love you too.” He mumbles against your lips.

You don’t pull away when he slowly reaches for the tie of the silky robe, you’d never reject him.

He’s already lost his shoes and socks, his tie and the top buttons of his shirt, but he loses more as you help him. Further up on the bed, you let the open robe fall off your shoulders, not feeling bashful as he studies you with his eyes.

Spencer could never look at you in anything other way than adoration.

“Hotch is dumb.” You decide in his lap, placing his hands on your hips.

“We’re taking advantage of the situation.” Spencer declares, face falling to your shoulder as you sink further down onto him.

“I feel no remorse.” You breathe.

This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, the first time was a long time coming and it was perfect. So gentle and warm and everything the two of you craved. You laid in his sheets and traced the freckles on his skin and it’s a moment you think of often because you often don’t get them.

Now, you have a moment and are seizing it.

“You okay?” You ask with the drag of your hips.

“You’re heavenly.” Spencer proclaims, tasting the clean skin of your neck.

“Spence.” You gasp, getting the hang of a rhythm. “Fuck.” The word leaves your lips as soon as he thrusts up into you.

You and Spencer have always worked well together so this is no different.

It’s addictive, the feeling stirring in you, the shear pleasure washing over him. He knows a thing or two about addiction and he can confidently say that you make him feel far better than any needle in the vein did.

At some point, with your hands in his hair, mouth hot against his, and his grip moving you how he wants…

Your phone rings.

At first, you do your best to ignore it, but it continues in an annoying fashion.

“No.” You plead, trying to chase that oncoming feeling.

“Who is it?” Spencer breathes heavy as you reach for the device.

“Emily.”

His head falls in defeat, movements slowing, prompting you to answer.

You do your best to not sound aggravated as Emily asks if she can bring dinner by, but the idea of a burger does sound nice.

“Yeah, we could eat.” You state, free hand over Spencer’s mouth to keep him quiet as your slow movements continue.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” Emily states in a kind yet suspicious tone.

“Will do, thanks Em.”

You throw the phone away, overwhelmed and determined to reach the high that was slowly slipping away.

“I hate our team sometimes.” You determine, frustrated that you lost momentum.

Not so gently, Spencer adjusts you to be on the mattress, taking over when you threaten to call off the entire idea because there was a stumble in the step.

“They should just know not to call on the off chance two coworkers are breaking HR rules.” He jokes, entering you without hesitation, making you gasp out.

The roll of his hips is slowly bringing you back to the precipice at a dangerously fast rate, leaving your legs to shake a touch.

“Emily is going to be here soon.” You stress, digging your skull into the pillow.

“We’ll be done before then.” He assures, reaching his hand down to rub his thumb against your clit in a hot friction.

“Emily could stand here and watch for all I care.” You state, pleading for a release. “I just- I need it, baby, please.”

“I know, I know, angel, you’re going to get it.”

How could a man be so soft when he’s doing such dirty things to you? It’s a mystery you’ll never quite understand, but Spencer has always been a wonder, so this is to be expected. He’s coaxing you to the finish, letting you suck on his shoulder to keep your noises down.

And when it happens after the build up of waiting for weeks, it hits like a tidal wave, leaving you speechless, open mouth gasping silently for air. Spencer is shuddering and pressing his face into that space between your jaw and collar bone.

You half expect a phone call, some kind of urgent message that will ruin this moment but nothing comes. It’s just you and Spencer.

At some point after getting cleaned up, you lay side by side, limbs tangled. Your eyes threaten to shut at the way he traces the shape of your face.

“Sometimes I’m just waiting to wake from this dream.” He whispers, tucking hair behind your ear.

You hum. “It’s not a dream, that’s what makes this so great.”

He shifts slightly, tilting his head down to brush his nose to yours. “Sometimes I think it is, because in what reality am I really the person you choose?”

You don’t like that, it obvious on your face. “I’d choose you in every universe, even if you don’t choose me.” You say sternly, a hand pushing his hair back.

He likes when you’re genuine. Well, you’re always genuine, but you also always have a face on, one of coyness and humor. When you’re like this, emotionally bare, he likes you the most.

“I’d never not choose you.” He states before turning to kiss your wrist.

You want to comment about how romantic he is without trying, but Emily knocks like you knew she would.

The two of you spring up, thankful you’re already dressed. You take a calming breath as you head to the door, and Spencer quickly tries to straighten the wrinkled sheets.

Emily isn’t dumb, she knows something is different, but she truly doesn’t suspect anything yet, which is questionable because she has a perfect view of signs that indicate adult activities when she comes in to deliver the burgers.

She goes and tells JJ that the two of you act different, a little more guilty, but Emily doesn’t know for sure until a completely different scenario comes about.

Two weeks later, when you’re sent into a living nightmare. Hotch makes the call to send you into the Unsub’s house alone first, you do it without hesitation because that is just how you do your job when it comes to the life or death of three missing children.

“House is clear, I’m going down to the basement.” You say into the com on your vest, confirming your safety to the team.

But you speak too soon, the Unsub does something the profile was wrong about. Hotch sent you in there because he suspected the man to be submissive to confident women of higher standard.

Though you were cautious, you weren’t expecting the Unsub to attack you at first chance.

You do your best to fight back and get the kids free, but you’re completely blindsided. Who knows what would have happened if SWAT and the team didn’t storm in when they did.

When you sit in the back of the ambulance, in shock, a paramedic cleaning up the gash on your forehead, Spencer is there with concern and comfort.

“The kids?” You ask.

“They’re safe, they’re going to be okay.” He reassured, holding your hand between both of his.

“I didn’t…I should’ve-“

“Shh.” He frowns. “You did good, angel, everything’s alright. Do you feel okay?”

Your brows draw and you shake your head. “I don’t feel well. Do I look well?”

“You have a concussion, sweetheart.” He says, gently pushing your hair back behind your ear.

“Am I still gorgeous?” You ask in a dreamy voice.

“You’re always gorgeous.” He assures, cradling your cheek. “You’re just gorgeous with a head injury that you’re going to go to the hospital to get it looked at.”

Your eyes shut as you hum, the warmth of his palm runs through you. The two of you embrace gently, completely forgetting how casual you are supposed to be appearing.

The team sees it now, of course they do.

You’ll have to explain the secret you’ve been hiding from them later, but now you’re just listening to Spencer’s voice murmur to you, wrapped in his FBI jacket, fighting the urge to adjust his hair.

[kissitbttr]

short mma!toji and his pretty pop star girlfriend being cutesies!

—

“let me see baby!” you rush in pure excitement with your skin tight leather pink dress and white gogo boots, wanting to see your man in makeup for your newest music video release,

it took a while for him to finally agree, because could you imagine having the number one world class fighter to be in his girlfriend’s girly music video? my god, the sports entertainment would probably laugh at him.

but seeing the look in your doe eyes was enough to make him fold. plus, his manager shiu and the PR team thought it would be a great idea anyway.

“he doesn’t want you to see him like this, y/n” the makeup stylist laughs as she opens the door slightly to poke her head out,

you pout at that, tip toeing to see whether or not you can catch a glimpse of him. “well that wouldn’t make sense! because we are starting in an hour! toji, can i come in?”

“i look so ridiculous, ma” he calls out with a grunt, head shaking as he eyes himself in the mirror. the fake bruises and cut lips makes him scoff. “these are so unrealistic, real battered face look way worse than this”

rolling your eyes, you thank the makeup stylist before going in. the moment you see his reflection in the mirror, a gasp flies off your mouth. seeing your boyfriend perched on the small chair, his large muscled body adorned in a black tank and dark jeans. handsome face touched with bits of makeup that makes it look like he had just gotten off a street fight.

oh dear, he look fine as hell.

he notices your stare, causing him to smirk and chuckle. “come e’re baby girl” his hand pats his meaty thigh, waiting for you to come near,

“babyyy” you giggle, practically skipping towards him before wrapping your arms around his neck from behind. “you look so so handsome” a squeal spills from your lips, before attaching them against his cheek. leaving a sheer stain of lipgloss,

his arm circles around the back, resting a hand just below her rear. “do i? i feel ridiculous. i’ve never had a makeup on before”

you nod, perching yourself on his thigh before he secures both arms around your waist. “you don’t ji-ji! you look just like a movie star already!”

he laughs at your compliment, kissing your neck. “thank you, ma”

“are you ready? the director wants us out now” you tilt your head to the side, thumb going up to remove the stain off his cheek,

he nods, running his hand through his hair. “ready as i am doll”

—

toji was in fact, not ready.

because how the hell was he supposed to act right with the cameras rolling when his girlfriend look that fucking good enough to eat?

the cups of her dress pushes her tits upwards to make them look fuller, and her plush thighs were wrapped tightly with white garters that all toji wanted to do was to pull them off with his teeth. his eyes keep falling at the sight of her pretty lips too.

was he supposed to just let it slide and still follow the script?

“toji, for the last time” the director grumbles, feeling irritated at the repeated delay because of the fighter’s mistake. “your hands should be on her face—not her ass”

he emphasizes on the last word while glaring at the man. you could only giggle seeing your boyfriend getting scolded, though you reminded him prior to be on his best behavior,

however toji is known to be a man who hates to follow simple rules,

“can you blame me?” toji’s hands squeeze your ass harder while looking at the director. “my girlfriend is hot as fuck, and you’re telling me you’re not tempted by that?”

“i wouldn’t know motherfucker, i’m gay”

toji could only snort, pulling you closer to his chest. “my bad, man i’m sorry” you reach up to kiss his jaw, and it only makes toji to yearn more of your touch,

“now—what should i do again?” he asks for the hundredth time that day,

the director rolls his eyes, but decides to answer anyway. “look into her eyes, hands on her face. she’s going to sing the lines to—toji fucking fushiguro, hands off her tits! that’s not how it’s supposed to go!”

-

@spideyyeet inspired me to make this one😩🩷

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don't forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

based off this request

Summary: Your anxiety gets the best of you, and when you're overwhelmed you find the kata Sensei LaRusso has taught you, grounds you. When your in the middle of your routine, someone is caught admiring you.

Word Count: 968 Warnings: None, fluff!

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You knew the Sekai Taikai was going to be a challenge, but you didn't expect all of this.

You weren't prepared when you saw your friend Tory standing with the your biggest enemy, you hadn't anticipated Robby would be so distracted, you definitely weren't expecting one of your strongest teammates having to leave due to a family emergency.

It felt like a lot and when things felt heavy for you, anxiety crept up. Which leads to panic attacks. And you surely didn't want one right now.

Deciding against a night out, you changed into some comfier clothes, those being a pair of leggings and a crop top t-shirt, and head down to the beach to get away from those around you.

You found Miyagi-Do kata to be extremely soothing and relaxing for you, it brought a sense of peace to your mind and body that replaced the anger you held over at Cobra Kai.

When Sam and Sensei LaRusso learned about your daily struggles, not only did they help your problems, they helped you with your mental health.

So when you're feeling a staggering feeling of panic, that heart racing feeling that you lose control over, you count to ten and work your way through the Miyagi kata.

Which is what you were doing now. The sound of the waves crashing behind you sang calmly as you moved with ease, breathing in and out with each strike.

Unbeknownst to you, a stranger has come across you, recognizing the familiar dance of kata you were performing. Axel was entranced, completely in awe by the way your eyes held a look of focus and calm all at once.

When you twist in his direction, you jump in your spot making him freeze in his place.

"S-Sorry!" He apologizes quickly, his eyes diverting in the opposite direction like he had just been caught with his hand in a cookie jar that was off limits.

You recognized him, he was the captain for that Iron Dragons team. He was an excellent fighter, and not at all bad looking.

"You can join me," you offer politely, gracefully continuing where you had paused. He stood still for a moment, contemplating your offer.

He too had wanted to get away from everyone and work on his training.

"Only if you show me that kata," Axel says lowly, taking a few steps closer to you. You nod in agreement, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

Your new friend is taken by this new form of work you're teaching him, following along with you as you move with ease.

"You are very good," he says after half an hour the two of you practicing. You both stood in front of each other, taking a breather.

"I could say the same about you," you grin, brushing away a strand of hair from your face. A silence falls between you, an uncertainty lingering.

You were afraid it was time to part ways for the night, but something about the way this handsome boy was gazing down at you kept your feet glued to the ground.

Just as you're about to suggest something, Axel looks like he’s about to say something too.

"Do you want to—"

"Maybe we could—"

You both stop mid-sentence, your words overlapping. A surprised laugh escapes you as Axel’s cheeks turn a faint shade of pink.

"Go ahead," he nods unable to hide his giant smile, glad you wanted to further explore his company.

"There's a churro stand on the way back to the hotel, maybe we can grab one and hang out for a little longer?" You propose the idea, yours words spilling out before your courage can falter.

"I would like that," he says warmly.

The two of you fall into step, walking along the edge of the water, enjoying the sound of the rolling waves in the background.

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"Okay, if you had to choose between finishing this churro with me," you held up your half-eaten sugary dessert, "or never get to eat churros again, what would you choose?"

There's a playful smile tugging at your lips, when Axel is mid-bite into his churro, freezing at your question.

"That is unfair," he frowns looking down at you as the two of you strolled down the streets of Barcelona. "Is this trick question? If I give up mine, do I get to finish yours?"

You gasp, clutching your churro dramatically. "Absolutely not! This one is mine. You’re on your own."

Axel laughs before letting out a dramatic sigh.

"I guess I would choose this churro with you," he answers your question. "A night with you is worth no churros for the rest of my life."

Your hearts soars in your chest, a bubbly feeling rising in your stomach.

"I better make it an unforgettable night then," you joke, trying to mask the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

He chuckles, watching as you take a seat at a nearby bench. Sliding in right next to you, you twist your body, pulling up your legs to fully face him.

"Tonight has been fun," he says matter factly. "And unforgettable."

You grin taking the last bite of your food, tossing the wrapper in the trashcan behind you.

"I know what can make it even more unforgettable," you spoke softly, your eyes flickering between Axel's and his lips.

He catches your gaze, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He knew what you were implying by the way you inched closer to him.

Closing the gap between you, he leans forward capturing his lips with yours, completely ravishing you.

The fireworks that have been flickering all night, finally erupt. His hand found its way to your cheek, cupping it gently as you snaked your arm around the back of his neck.

When you pull away, both your eyes reconnect holding the same love-struck glint.

It was an indeed, an unforgettable night.

[nanawritesit]

Your Highness - Sanji x Reader: Part Two

PART ONE PART THREE

plot: you’re a runaway princess bride who finds her way into the straw hat crew. you expected one hell of an adventure, but you never expected to fall for the head chef. things get even more complicated when your father, the king, and your ex-fiancé send their troops after the going merry. now you must choose between surrendering to save your crew and being with the only man you’ve ever truly loved. but of course, the straw hat crew isn’t going to let you go without a fight. especially sanji.

—————

It was half past seven. The sunset was just beginning to pour through the windows on the sides of the ship, but you hardly noticed. All you were focused on was the clank of your sword against Zoro’s, and where you were going to place your feet next.

You began to notice that a sword fight was kind of like a dance. The two of you moved in perfect rhythm, twirling around the floor of the cabin and brandishing your weapons towards one another.

Thinking you were gaining some high ground, you jumped up on the counter. However your balance was off, and Zoro easily took your legs out from under you, causing you to flop down flat onto the counter. He held the blade of his sword against your neck, looking at you with a sympathetic smirk.

You simply rolled your eyes and sighed. “I can’t believe I lost again.”

He removed the blade from your neck and sheathed it back in its holder around his waist. “Maybe, but that’s the longest you’ve ever lasted sparring with me. And I don’t even have to hold back anymore.”

You straightened yourself up, holding your hands in your lap and slumping your shoulders defeatedly. “Yeah, but I’m still not very good at this.”

Zoro looked at you with an annoyed glare. “Don’t be stupid. You have great natural talent and raw strength.”

“Well, my father was revered as one of the best swordsmans of his time. Although, he’s nothing compared to you.”

He tried to fight the half smile that was creeping it’s way onto his expression. “Well anyway,” he coughed awkwardly, “stuff like this just takes practice. You’ve only been at this for a couple months now. So don’t beat yourself up too bad. The important thing is you can hold your own in a fight now.”

You winced. You still hadn’t actually fought anyone yet. You’d been sparring with Zoro for a little while now, but he was still the only one you’d ever fought. You didn’t quite now how you would fare in an actual brawl. The thought of attacking someone frightened you. You were about to vocalize your concerns, but were interrupted by the sound of footsteps pounding down the stairs.

“Zoro, may I please have my princess back now?” Sanji whined as he descended the staircase.

“Whatever.” Zoro rolled his eyes, pushing past Sanji to walk upstairs.

“I’ll never understand why you two don’t get along.” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around Sanji’s neck.

“He’s just jealous that there’s another handsome fighter on the crew.” Sanji mused, placing his own arms around your waist. “And that I have a beautiful princess in love with me.” He leaned down to peck your lips, and you met him halfway in a sweet kiss. “We’re almost to the village, love.”

“Okay, I’ll be up in a second. I just want to practice a couple more moves.” you responded.

He sighed and pouted his lips. “My dear, I think you’ve practiced enough today. I don’t need my girl getting all worn out. It’s not good for you.”

You gave him a sympathetic smile. “That’s very sweet Sanji, but if I’m ever going to be a good swordsman, I’ve got to practice as much as possible.”

“Fine…” he huffed, throwing his arms up defeatedly. “But don’t expect another massage from me tonight, I tried to warn you.”

—————

Once the crew had gathered all their supplies, you were all wandering the village square looking for either a place to lodge or a place to eat.

“It looks like we’re only going to be able to afford one of those.” Nami sighed, counting the rest of your guys’ money. “We sold Y/N’s last piece of jewelry to get us these supplies, and there wasn’t much leftover.”

Luffy suddenly sniffed the air and began running off wherever his nose was leading him. He finally stopped in front of a pub that looked like it had an inn upstairs. “Here.” he instructed.

“Luffy, we don’t-“ Nami tried to protest, but the captain was already bursting through the front doors. You all reluctantly followed him in, just to see him already bargaining with the owner at his podium.

“Come on, sir. We’ll pay for our rooms and then I’ll give you an IOU for dinner. I’m going to be king of the pirates one day, so I’ll be sure to pay you back.” Luffy suggested with an innocent smile.

“God, you never learn, do you, captain?” Sanji grumbled, rubbing his brow frustratedly.

“We do not accept IOUs as payment.” the owner huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I can get you three bedrooms, but that’s all, unless you can find some other way to pay for dinner.”

You all looked at each other worriedly. You had to eat, there was no way of getting back to the ship until tomorrow morning.

Suddenly, a nervous looking waiter approached the owner. “Sir, the guests are growing restless without any live singing.”

“Give them all a free dessert.” the owner suggested, trying to wave him off to go back to your conversation.

“I already did sir.” the waiter mumbled anxiously. “They said that the band is great, but it really would be better with a singer.”

The owner sighed. “Well, I don’t know what to tell them. Dahlia quit on us last night, and haven’t found another-“

“Excuse me, gentlemen…” Sanji interrupted their conversation, making all of you stare at him curiously, “But am I to understand that you’re in need of a live singer?”

The owner nodded disappointedly. “Yes, we are.”

“Well here’s your singer right here!” Sanji clapped his hands on your shoulders and jutted you forward.

“Sanji, no!” you protested, turning around to hide your face. He just flipped you back around and brandished you to the owner.

“She has the most beautiful voice. I’ve heard her sing, it’s like a choir of angels.” Sanji went on, beaming proudly as he boasted about your talents.

The owner looked you over, then shrugged. “Alright. I’m desperate. If you can sing for our pub tonight, I’ll give you and all of your party free dinners.”

Your crew members all looked at you pleadingly. You could tell they were all as starving as you were, and couldn’t stand to see the hunger in their eyes. You looked over at Sanji. His icy blue eyes were swimming with confidence and sincerity. He gave you a nod.

“Alright. I’ll do it.” you agreed, squinting your eyes shut. The crew all erupted in applause for you, besides Zoro, who just looked up the ceiling in relief.

“Wonderful.” the owner mused, flashing a pleased smile at you. “You’ll have to change clothes, but other than that, you’re good to go. You’re so beautiful that I’m sure the audience will love you, even if you’re not that good at singing.”

You chuckled awkwardly. You heard Sanji click his tongue out of jealousy next to you.

“Well she is an amazing singer, so that won’t be a possibility.” Sanji refuted. He was smiling, but his eyes were shooting daggers at the man. “Could you show us where she can get ready? I’d like to accompany her.” You could tell he meant to say there’s no way he was letting this guy take you somewhere alone.

You just pressed your lips together to avoid smiling at how cute he was when he was jealous.

Only a few minutes later, you were being ushered on stage in a dress that wasn’t yours, and all eyes were on you.

You looked like a deer in the headlights, wide eyes shifting over all the members of the audience. You were at a loss for words. No one had ever given you permission to speak in front of a crowd. You finally saw the straw hat crew sitting at a table towards the back. They were all smiling encouragingly, none more so than Sanji. You looked at him for direction, to which he just gave you a small nod. “You’ve got this, your highness.” he mouthed.

He was right. You were a princess. You could do this. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat and cleared it, stepping forward with grace and nobility. “Good evening, patrons of the pub… You’re probably all used to a different singer, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, I’ll be filling in for you guys tonight.” You turned around and nodded to the band, who began playing your first song.

You bobbed your head to the beat, waiting for your cue. Everyone seemed intrigued and focused on you. Luckily, no one looked malicious or judgemental. Finally, you took a breath and began singing, the sound of your voice filling up the quiet room and bouncing off the walls.

As the song went on, and you got to showcase some of your most powerful notes, you received a couple impressed cheers from the audience. You smiled, gaining confidence, and got more into your performance.

Suddenly, your eyes locked in on Sanji’s. The way he was looking at you gave you chills. His eyes were sparkling with admiration and love, and his fingers rubbed loosely against his lips in an effort to contain the proud, enormous grin on his face. His smile was so wide it looked like it would break his face. No one had ever looked at you like that. And as your song ended, you felt as if you were the only two people in the pub.

You were snapped out of your trance by the entire pub getting to their feet and applauding you, happily giving you a standing ovation. You giggled excitedly and did a small curtesy, accepting their praise. You waved back to the crew, who looked so proud of their princess. Sanji looked like he was about to cry. You blew a kiss to him, making him laugh heartily.

You went on performing for another half hour, until the owner came out on stage between songs.

“Alright everyone, give it up for tonight’s singer!” he boomed, leading the crowd in applause. “We’re gonna give her a break, but she’ll be back soon!” You waved goodbye to everyone as he ushered you to your table with the rest of the crew.

“That was amazing. Your voice is just as beautiful as you are.” the owner smirked, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as you sat in your seat.

You shuddered uncomfortably, glancing at Sanji nervously. He cleared his throat to settle the anger boiling beneath his calm exterior, then resumed a playful expression.

“Mr. Owner. While I’m very grateful for the arrangement we’ve made, I’m going to have to ask you to keep your hands off Miss Y/N. Otherwise, there will be consequences.” he hissed, a dangerous smirk slithering onto his face.

The owner backed away, clearly threatened, although obviously annoyed. “Understood. I’ll go check on your dinners.” He then sauntered off into the kitchen, leaving you to your crew, who all began praising you in unison.

“That was incredible, Y/N!” Nami beamed, shaking your arm lightly.

“Yeah seriously, you could be a professional!” Luffy grinned.

“We’re gonna have you sing everytime we go somewhere! We’ll never have to pay for dinner again!” Ussop cheered, patting you on the shoulder.

“That was really good.” Zoro said flatly. However, there was a look of genuine admiration in his eyes that let you know he meant it.

“Thanks guys…” you replied bashfully. “At first. I was so nervous I thought I was going to pass out. But once I started singing, I just kind of blacked out and went for it!”

“Well, you did a wonderful job, just as I told you you would.” Sanji praised, taking your hand in his. “You were brilliant, your highness.”

You blushed with a warm smile, not knowing what to say. However, you didn’t have to say anything, because the chefs began bringing your food and drinks to your table and setting them in front of you.

Luffy stood up, raising his mug in the air. “To the princess of the Going Merry!”

“To the princess of the Going Merry!” your crew all cheered, clinking their glasses together in a toast.

You all began devouring the plates of food in front of you. While the owner was smarmy and gross, he at least didn’t skimp on the portions. You were all lost in a spirited conversation when a jovial looking older man approached you.

“Excuse me miss, I’m sorry to interrupt your dinner…” he began, an interested glint in his eyes, “But I just had to tell you what an amazing performance you just gave!”

You smiled back at him, bowing your head gratefully. “Thank you, sir!”

“And how pretty you are!” he complimented. “Has anyone ever told you that you look strikingly similar to the eldest princess of Dacovia?”

Your heart sunk. It felt like this man just punched you in the stomach, and now you were falling down a deep, dark well. For months, no one had even mentioned Dacovia to you. Now, here was the stark reminder of the life you had left behind.

“No sir, unfortunately I’ve never been to Dacovia.” you coughed nervously, eyes darting away from him.

“Really? How funny. Well, enjoy your dinner, miss!” he finished, walking back to his table.

You looked at the rest of the crew, who had the same look of panic on their faces as you did. You all sat there in silence for a moment, no one wanting to be the first one to break it.

“It’s okay.” Luffy finally spoke quietly, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. “It’s just a coincidence.”

“We don’t know that.” you huffed, leaning forward as to make sure no one heard. “What if he’s a spy for my father?”

“We’re pretty far from Dacovia now, Y/N…” Nami tried to comfort you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t know my father.” you retorted, shaking your head. “He sees me as his property. And if he wanted to, he’d stop at nothing to bring me back to Dacovia to resume my role as his pawn.”

“We’re not going to let that happen, okay?” Sanji reassured you, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. You looked into his eyes. The pale shade of cornflower calmed you instantly, causing you to release the tension in your muscles.

“He’s right.” Zoro stated. You all turned to him with a shocked expression. “What?” he asked.

“I can’t believe you just agreed with Sanji.” Ussop chuckled, causing the rest of you to erupt with laughter.

Zoro just rolled his eyes and took another swig from his mug. “Well, it’s true. We’re going to fight to keep Y/N on our crew, right?”

“Of course we are.” Luffy replied, trying to stifle his chuckles. He then looked to you with a smile. “You’re our princess after all.”

You smiled appreciatively, tears welling up in your eyes. Maybe it was foolish to believe them, but you couldn’t help it. You truly loved all of them so much that it was hard to picture leaving them without a fight. Then again, you still had yet to be in an actual fight, which you were still harboring anxiety about.

“Just remain calm and finish your performance tonight. Sanji instructed, ruffling your hair slightly. “We’ll leave first thing in the morning, just to cover our tracks.”

You nodded, going back to your plate. “Sure. Just let me finish my dinner first. Although, it’s not as good as anything you could’ve made.” you grinned cheerfully.

—————

Around midnight, you were finally curled up in a warm bed, something you had forgotten the feeling of after all your time at sea. Sanji shuffled next to you, both of you now staring up at the ceiling. The two of you decided to share a room, as you were now an item. Nami and Zoro decided they would sleep better with each other than with the talkative Luffy or Ussop, and stuck the two of them together.

“I should not have said your name.” Sanji suddenly stated regretfully.

You turned your head to face him. “What do you mean?”

“When the owner was putting his filthy hands on you.” he sneered. “I called you by your name. It was dangerous of me to act on my jealousy.”

You clicked your tongue dismissively, rolling back in place. “It’s fine. The whole crew did a toast to ‘the princess of the Going Merry.’ I’m sure everyone heard that better than you saying my name.”

“Yes, but I’m the one who suggested you sing tonight.” he grumbled, placing his hands over his eyes to rub them frustratedly. “It wasn’t smart to draw all that attention to you either.”

“Sanji, we needed to eat. I could feel my stomach beginning to digest itself.” you chuckled, rolling over to prop your elbow up and look at him. You removed his hands from his eyes, prompting him to look up at you. “This isn’t all on you, love.”

He sighed, flashing you a grateful half smile. “I just can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” you told him, brushing back the blonde strands of hair that flopped over his forehead. “I promise.” You leaned down to kiss him tenderly, connecting your lips and deepening it slightly before slowly pulling away. “Now, let’s get some sleep. We have to leave early tomorrow.”

“Alright…” he agreed, shuffling back to his sleeping position. “Goodnight, your highness.”

“Goodnight, Sanji.” you replied, curling up against your pillow.

As you tried to drift off to sleep, you began thinking too much about the situation. It was easy to make a promise to Sanji when he was worried, but would you really be able to keep it? What if your father was trying to find you? If he did, he would certainly be able to get people to bend to his will. He ruled with an iron fist, and was relentless in his conquests. Should he attack the crew, you didn’t know how well they would fare. It wasn’t that you questioned the crew’s abilities. You had watched them take down the marines like they were just a bunch of kids on the playground, and Luffy was made of rubber for god’s sake. It was just that you knew how powerful your father was. And you didn’t know if he would show any mercy.

You glanced over at Sanji next to you. It looked like he was already fast asleep. Your eyes welled with tears as you pictured him getting hurt, or worse. You leaned over and kissed his forehead gently.

“I promise to keep you safe, Sanji. Whatever it takes.”

—————

Just as Sanji had proposed, you had all left so early the next morning that the roosters weren’t even crowing yet. You docked ship as soon as you could and set back off onto the seas.

Everyone was a little bit on edge, constantly checking to see if you were being followed. Zoro had insisted on doubling down in your training, pushing you as hard as you could go. You were a little exhausted, but still grateful that he was teaching you how to fight.

Sanji was a nervous wreck. He wouldn’t leave your side for a moment, whenever you weren’t training that is. He had also insisted on moving you into his bedroom so he could protect you if something happened in the middle of the night. His cooking even tasted different. You hated seeing him like this. You wished more than anything that things could just go back to the way they were a few days ago.

As time passed, the crew began to relax a bit. All except for Sanji. He only seemed to get more anxious, more protective. It wasn’t like him to not be playful and optimistic. You started to wonder if being with you was really good for him…

The day things changed was about a week after you had left the small village with the pub. You were sitting on the deck floor with Sanji, playing a card game with him while he smoked a cigarette. It seemed to be the only thing that would calm him down lately. Nami was in the crow’s nest, and Zoro and Luffy were looking off the starboard at the ocean.

“Guys!” Ussop exclaimed from his place at the bow of the ship. “There’s a huge ship coming towards us!”

You all sprinted over to where he was standing to see it for yourselves. You gasped at the enormous boat looming over in the distance. It literally looked as if it could swallow the Going Merry whole. The bow was lined with several canons and countless soldiers looking down the barrels of their guns at you.

Panic sunk into the crew all at once. You all began scurrying around for your weapons, jumping into each other and fumbling around on the deck.

“Y/N!” Zoro called, making you turn around. He unsheathed one of his swords and tossed it to you. You caught it in the air, gripping the handle firmly. As you studied the blade, you wondered how it would feel to use it against somebody. It made your stomach turn. You glanced around at the crew, who was all standing at the ready. Luffy stood protectively in front of everyone, ready to absorb any ammo that was thrown your way.

“Attention pirates!” a deep voice bellowed from the opposing ship as it approached you. You froze as you glanced up at the speaker. It was your father, right there in front of you. “By order of the royal family of Dacovia, we command you to return the princess at once! If you do not, we will release fire!”

“How did you even find me, father?” you screeched, a deep rage boiling over the brim of your heart, threatening to explode out of your chest.

“You left us a little clue, my dear fiancée.” a new voice boasted smugly. You immediately recognized it as your former fiancé’s, the prince’s. He suddenly appeared next to your father, dangling a white heeled shoe by his finger.

You gasped. Of course. They found the shoe you lost by the docks before you boarded the Going Merry.

“And it was easy to bargain with a disgruntled small village pub owner. We showed him the smallest amount of gold and he immediately told us where you were.” The prince bragged gleefully. “Your boyfriend shouldn’t have been so jealous.”

Your father held up a hand to silence him. “This is your last chance, daughter. Surrender yourself to me now, and I won’t have to kill all your little friends.”

“We’ll never give her to you!” Sanji bellowed from his place next to you. You gulped, glancing over at him. You had never seen him look so dangerous. Almost like… he was willing to die for you. You looked around at the rest of the crew, and realized they all had that same look in their eyes. It was the same one you noticed when you first met them. The passionate determination they all had to achieve their dreams. You winced as you thought about losing them, about being the reason they never got to achieve their goals. You couldn’t bear it a second longer.

“Alright, have it your way.” your father sneered, motioning to his troops. “Soldiers! Prepare to attack!” They all stood at attention. “Ready! Aim…”

“Stop!” you screamed from the bottom of your stomach. It was so loud that even your father jumped.

He leaned forward expectantly. “Yes, daughter?”

“I’ll go with you.” you croaked, angry tears spilling from your eyes. “But you must promise to never hurt them.”

“You have my honor as a king.” he swore, brandishing his King’s ring at you as a sign of his honesty. You nodded reluctantly, and he motioned for the troops to extend the platform for you to board his ship.

“No, no, no, you can’t do this Y/N, please…” Sanji pleaded, desperately gripping onto your shoulders as if you were going to disintegrate out of his grasp. Tears were trickling down from his eyes as well. “Please, don’t go…”

You choked down the sharp sob that threatened to erupt from your throat. “Sanji, listen to me…”

“No! I don’t want to, because I know what you’re going to say.” he cried, grabbing your face and pressing his forehead against yours.

You took his hands in yours, holding them to your chest. “Sanji, I’m not good for you. I’ve been destroying you for the past week. And if I lead you to your death… I’d never forgive myself.” you sniffled, glancing down at the ground.

He shook his head, squinting his eyes. “You promised. You promised me you weren’t going anywhere.” He dropped his head into your neck and began sobbing into it. It absolutely broke your heart what you had to do, but you loved him too much not to do it.

You tilted his head up to look him in the eye, giving him a pathetic smile. “Sometimes you have to break promises to protect those you care about.” You then leaned in and gave him one last passionate kiss, letting him now how irrevocably in love with him you were despite what you were doing. “Goodbye, Sanji.”

You let him go, allowing him to fall to his knees on the deck. The rest of the crew rushed to him in an attempt to comfort him, except Luffy. He was looking at you with so much sadness that it made you want to jump into the ocean and drown.

You gave him a tiny wave and a teary smile. “Thank you for making me your princess, captain. But I have to go now. Come visit Dacovia when you’re king of the pirates.”

And with that, you ascended the platform onto your fathers’ ship, sailing back to your home country. You knew exactly what awaited you when you returned. Another wedding. And this time, your father would make sure you couldn’t run away.

—————

a/n:

hi everyone! thank you so much for the amazing response to part one :) i’m so happy it’s doing so well! i was planning on ending the series in this part but it just ended up being so long that i decided to end it here for this part. i’m sorry it’s so angsty but i PROMISE there will be a happy ending in the next part! i should be posting it very soon. i LOVE this story and can’t wait to finish it :)

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[chukys-mouthguard]

i feel like this is so specific but can you do something angsty (maybe with a happy ending) based on the ending of white ferrari by frank ocean? with mtkachuk 😁

white ferrari

2k words

genre: angst

featuring: matthew tkachuk x female reader

note: i tried something new with this, green light indicates present day, red light indicates a flash back

green light

The lull of the engine filled the car as Matthew continued on the road. No destination in sight as he watched the scenery pass by his window. Attempting to clear his head but all he could think about was you.

Your entire relationship replaying in his head, making him question how the two of you ended up here.

red light

“Oh Matt, I gotta introduce you to Emma’s friend that she invited. I really think the two of you will hit it off!”

Brady shot Matthew a quick wink before pulling him over towards you and his girlfriend. Matt reluctantly followed, knowing that in the past Brady hasn’t always been the best wing man. But the moment he saw you, he had to try his best to act cool. Despite inside feeling like a nervous wreck.

“Matt, this is Emma’s friend y/n. Y/n, this is the less handsome Tkachuk brother, Matt.”

Matthew rolled his eyes with a chuckle as he extended a hand to you, immediately noticing the soft touch of your skin as you accepted. He felt himself lingering a bit too long, though you didn’t seem to pull away. A smile on your lips as he saw a slight blush beginning to appear on your skin.

“Pleasure to meet you y/n.”

green light

He’d never forget that day. The two of you ended up talking for hours, and he’d never been so thankful for his brother playing wingman.

Who would’ve thought that day would’ve turned into four years, a relationship that had been seemingly perfect. You’d followed Matthew to Calgary, and then to Florida after being traded. His biggest fan though plenty of ups and downs in his career. But also the only one who could keep him in check, and talk him down when he’d gotten a little cocky or full of himself. He’d never met a girl like you, and he knew he never would again.

The two of you having talked about a future, marriage and kids, the whole nine yards. The idea of seeing you as a mother one that Matthew had thought about for over a year now. Knowing you’d be the perfect mother from how you cared for him. You were patient, understanding, loving, everything he would ever ask of you to be.

red light

Matthew winced as you touched the alcohol soaked cotton pad to his brow, cleaning the cut he’d earned in a scrum during tonight’s game.

“You okay?”

He nodded as he simply replied mhmm, allowing you to continue as he glanced up at you. Watching as you took your time, trying your best to be gentle. A smirk coming across his lips while you felt his eyes on you, tracking your every move.

“What?”

Stopping as you felt yourself beginning to blush, he simply shook his head. Smiling at the ground as you packed up the first aid kit.

“Nothing, I just. I’m thinking about what an amazing mother you’re gonna be one day.”

His words caught you off guard, eyes wide as you laughed. “Me? What? You’re thinking about that, really?”

“Of course I am!” He stood up as he checked his brow in the mirror, admiring your patchwork. “You’re so fucking good to me, always. I can’t help but think about how perfect you’d be as a mother.”

He wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder as he looked at you in the mirror. Kissing your cheek as you shyly smiled back.

“You think I’d be a good mom?”

“Oh the absolute best mom babe! In fact,”

Matthew quickly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder as you playfully screamed and fought against his grip. “I think we should start trying to make you a mom right now!”

green light

He remembers the struggles you’d had getting pregnant. The highs and lows of all the false positives, and true negatives. But he knew you to always be a fighter and push through. So he never expected the day that you’d take all those things back and say you didn’t want the marriage and the kids. No more dreams of packing orange slices for soccer games, and back to school shopping.

It broke his heart, to know you had lost all want for those things. Things the two of you shared for so long. He never meant to push them onto you, and if he did he regretted it, because it meant losing you.

The fights had become more frequent. Matthew not sure what he’d done to push you away from him. He’d tried everything; therapy, vacations, anything to bring the love back. He thought maybe it was him, that he needed to change. But no matter what he did, you’d checked out.

red light

Rolling over in bed, Matt woke up to the feeling of cold sheets next to him. Opening his eyes to find you weren’t next to him. The soft glow of the tv coming from the down the hall giving away your location.

Pulling on a tshirt he made his way to the living room, seeing you curled up on the couch. This had become a frequent occurrence with you; moving to the couch when you couldn’t sleep, then passing out after watching 1 or 2 episodes of trashy tv.

He turned the tv off, sitting next to you on the couch as he brushed some hair from face. His thumb resting on your cheek as he traced your features. Soon a soft groan coming from you as you stretched, eyes fluttering open to look at him.

“Baby, let’s go to bed.”

Pulling the blanket over your head, you attempted to go back to sleep. Not in the mood for one of Matthew’s ‘baby’ conversation starters. You knew he missed having you next to him when he went to bed, then waking up to you in the mornings. It wasn’t that you enjoyed treating him this way, you did still love him. But how do you love someone me not want a future with them at the same time.

The countless efforts to try and get things back to how they once were, all failed as your heart was no longer in it. But you saw the way he looked at you, how he longed for the old you. The you that wanted kids and marriage. The you that was now long gone.

It was Matthew that kept you going, kept you willing to try for a baby after numerous false hopes. Kept you talking about wedding plans despite you knowing inside the ideas would never become reality. Because you had given up hope for those things to become your reality with Matthew.

“Y/n, please. I miss you. I miss us. You keep shutting me out and I don’t know what to do anymore to fix this.”

“Maybe there’s no fixing this Matt!”

Matt jumped as your voice echoed throughout the room. Though you didn’t mean to snap, you had let so much frustration build up and to be blunt, you were tired of trying to make things work when it was clear they couldn’t and wouldn’t.

“Have you not once thought that maybe there’s no fixing us? How many therapy sessions, couples trips, all of that bullshit will it take until you realize this isn’t working anymore? I don’t want the wedding, the kids. I mean after countless failed attempts at having kids, I’m fucking tired of it. The disappointment, feeling like I’m the problem. I can’t give you what you want!”

“Baby-“ Matt tried to take your hand and calm you down but you pulled away.

“No, stop. Stop the baby this, baby that. You need to wake up and see that I’m done. I’m done trying to be something I’m not for you. I’m done, we’re done.”

green light

The words still echoing in his head as if it was yesterday, the pain never subsiding as he knew he’d never find another girl like you. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

He never imagined a future without you, and maybe that was his fault for not seeing things from your perspective. You two had become so comfortable in the routine that he’d neglected to see how unhappy you were. To see the signs of you slowly pulling away from him. His focus on the future and not the present.

He missed you like crazy, and could only hope that the universe would bring you back together. But he didn’t get his hopes up for that.

As he pulled into a familiar parking lot, overlooking the water, one of your favorite spots to go together, he couldn’t help but get emotional. The two of you always drove here when you had a bad day, or an argument. It was your place to clear your heads and reset.

No surprise his subconscious led him here.

Pulling out his phone, he scrolled until he saw your name, knowing it was a long shot for you to answer. But he needed to hear your voice, it still being the only thing that could calm him down or talk him off the ledge when he was spiraling.

“Hello?”

You’d picked up on the second ring and he was a bit shocked, silence filling his car as he forgot to speak.

“Matthew…hello?”

“Sorry, I, I was surprised you picked up. How are you?”

Your laugh brought a smile to his face, god he missed the sound. “I’ve been better.”

“Same here, I, I’m at our spot. Didn’t plan on coming here but, I was having a rough day. Guess muscle memory brought me here.”

His voice was laced with nerves as he spoke, unsure whether or not you’d cut him short or actually talk to him.

“Yeah, I’ve been going there a bit lately too. Life’s, been interesting I guess.”

“Yeah…”

The call continued with you both sitting in silence, Matt unsure whether or not he should be honest with you, knowing you’d probably shoot him down. But he couldn’t lie to you, he never was one to do that.

“Y/n, I have to be honest. I fucking miss you. And, I love you so much. I, I know things won’t be the same. We don’t want the same things anymore. I just, I need you to know it’s always been you. It’ll always be you.”

His heart beating out of his chest as he impatiently waited for you to say something, anything.

“I know, I love you too. But, it’s just, it’s not going to work. I’ve reflected on everything and, I was trying so hard to give you everything you wanted, I lost myself. I lost sight of what mattered to me and what I wanted. What I needed. You know I never meant to hurt you the way I did. But, I meant it when I said there’s no fixing us.”

He nodded his head as you spoke, expecting that answer but the pain still came with each word. He tried laughing it off, as if he was fully anticipating your response. But deep down he’d hoped that time apart would somehow be the missing piece.

“Yeah, I know. I just, I gotta remind you any chance I get. I love you y/n.”

“Love you too Matthew.”

The line went dead as you’d hung up, Matthew taking a deep breath as he tried his best to accept the fact that you were gone. That this time, he’d have to accept that there was no chance at fixing things.

He enjoyed the view a bit longer, watching the water settling his emotions before he headed back onto the road. The lull of the car the only sound once again, as he tried his best to abandoned all thoughts of you.

green light

[r0-boat]

perhaps some professor sycamore headcanons👀?

The Pokémon bug is biting me.

Probably because of my addiction too Pokerogue

Professor Sycamore headcanons

Sfw cut for length

Wow someone who is mentally stable and all around a really mentally healthy and physically healthy person? Well sort of... You see, Augustine Sycamore has a bad case of 'I can fix them.' a lovely charming and sweet man who has never been married because his track record of dating questionable borderline dangerous people and still somehow being the most wholesome person in the universe. He always has crazy ex stories to share and despite everything he rarely ever blames or resents them. It takes a lot for Sycamore to hate a person.

Professor Sycamore is a cheery person who looks on the bright side of everything and everyone around him except for himself despite his good sense of style, his handsome face, and his beautiful attitude, Sycamore is on the humble side, sometimes thinking rather poorly of himself. Any words of affirmation of any kind will make him melt into a shy mess, stumbling over his words as he tries to brush off the compliments.

He's a man that wears his heart on his sleeve He's proud of who he is and he will tell you everything about him rarely does he ever have secrets then when he does he's not very good at keeping them secret, his darting eyes and sweating face and clammy hands will give him away instantly. His carefree and cheerful attitude make him extremely popular with women. But he is extremely oblivious to how great he actually is.

He is a lover that is second to none he'll make you feel like the most important being in his life because you are. You are the apple of his eye and has a sketchbook where he sketches His Pokémon and takes notes However there are an embarrassingly amount of pages where he just sketches you, sometimes naked sometimes in imaginary clothing various poses, sometimes holding Pokémon, Sometimes holding miscellaneous objects. Anything.(He's a very good artist too) All of his drawings of you in his lab notes are wholesome He has another sketchbook of the more sultry drawings of you.

His favorite thing about you is your smile, and he wishes you could always smile. He craves when your lips curve upward, and he'll do anything to make you smile. His heart will stink if Your eyes will up with tears. His voice will get low, and he will gently murmur in a mix of French and English as he tries desperately to make you feel better, wiping the tears away with his thumbs, pepper in your face with kisses.

Another one of his bad habits is clinginess. Sycamore will go anywhere with you, but that's not what you think. Yes, he does love to give you physical affection like hugs or kisses, but most of the time, he's in the same room as you doing work on his laptop, taking notes, or just playing with a baby Pokémon in his arms. Anywhere you go, Even if it's outside in a park, he'll make it work. If not, if you have to go somewhere by yourself or he's stuck in the lab, he'll send you pictures throughout the day ranging from goofy shots of his face, random shots of his laptop or around the lab, or up close shots of Pokémon he's either working with or his own. When he finally gets home, or when you come home, he'll run up to you, hug you, kiss you, and give you cuddles until you both fall asleep.

Unsurprisingly Augustine's of language is physical touch, quality time, and occasionally gift-giving. This man is so in love with you that if he could, he would take you out on weekly dates. All his Pokémon, employees lab partners, acquaintances, and fellow professors know you.

Despite having powerful Pokémon he's not much of a Pokémon battler, He sees it as a fun activity for Pokémon to get exercise. He's very much a lover, not a fighter. Until... Someone his loved ones. Then it's like a switch snapped inside of him.

Knows how to play the guitar but hasn't done it in years and warns you that he's a bad singer before he sings a song for you. (He's voice is like an angel)

If you don't speak French then sycamore's favorite thing to do is speak to you in French because you'll never know what he's saying to you. He could say it the most sweetest nothings and filthiest things and you'll never know.

When he gets caught up in his work He will go many nights without sleeping sometimes he'll even forget meals. So please get on to him about that.

[humanpurposes]

I Have Always Been A Storm, Part 3

Read the full chapter on AO3 // Main Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen x Floris Baratheon

In the year 128AC, Floris Baratheon weds Aemond Taragryen, a daughter and a son both driven to duty, now bound to each other when the realm is on the brink of war. Floris is enamoured by the Prince, but love is something she can only hope will bloom once her vows have been said before the eyes of the Seven- AU where Aemond and Floris marry before the Dance of the Dragons.

Warnings: 18+, smut, pregnancy, arranged marriage, canon divergence, angst, possibly quite a lot of angst, hurt/comfort

A/n: I watched episode 2 and went... yeah he needs an emotional support wife <3

I don’t flinch at the sound of steel. I stand steadfast on the outlook over the yard, my hair loose about my shoulders, my gown one of Baratheon black and gold. The clouds over King’s Landing this morning are heavy and ominous. I could almost imagine I am back at Storm’s End, watching the knights spar in the courtyard before the drum tower.

Aemond is a graceful fighter, but brutal and precise. He has no taste for tourneys, he does not fight for performance. He parries and deflects the blows from Ser Arryk’s sword with ease, then once he finds an opening he makes short work of disarming his opponent, forcing him to his knees and placing the blade against his throat. 

The closeness between Aemond and I ebbs and flows. As of late we are making good progress; I’ve been watching his morning sparring sessions for the last few weeks. Afterwards we’ll retire to his chambers and take luncheon together before we part ways until the evening. Last night we dined with the Queen, and having returned me to my chambers, he kissed me. 

He does not smile when he looks up at me from the yard. His expression is gentle and not quite passive. He says I am a good wife. He says he is content to have me by his side, and yet he leaves me to an empty bed each night. I keep waiting for the moment he’ll decide we are ready to fulfil our vows. In the meantime I despair that I am no different from any girl at the Red Keep who dreams of a handsome husband and a perfect marriage which is not yet in reach. At least Helaena has her children to keep her occupied; I might as well be unmarried. 

Aemond and Ser Arryk take their positions again.

Aemond lurches forward to strike first. His opponent meets him with swift, succinct blocks, but Aemond is eager to match him in speed. There’s a stiffness in his shoulders as he moves, but he must keep his head in the right position, he must not let his blindspot leave him vulnerable to an attack.

I catch glimpses of his face as he moves, his lips pressed together, his single eye dark and determined.

A nervous feeling flutters in my belly.

A small crowd has gathered to watch them, nobles, other knights, servants, looking upon my husband with both admiration and fear– I feel a sense of pride in the awe Aemond inspires. 

Suddenly he falters.

Ser Arryk takes the opportunity to disarm him, but Aemond is not one to concede easily. He draws the knife on his belt, ducking to avoid Ser Arryk’s blows, until he’s close enough to aim the knife at the knight’s throat. 

Ser Arryk anticipates this and drops his sword, fighting with his hands to keep some distance between Aemond’s knife and his skin. The crowd is anxious now. The slashes of Aemond’s knife are too close. I dig my nails into my palms to stop myself from reacting too obviously.

Ser Arryk grabs Aemond’s right wrist with his left hand, and throws a fist towards the left side of his face– his blind side. 

I feel the impact as if I’ve been struck in the stomach.

Aemond freezes, dropping his knife. He covers his face with his hands. There is no blood that I can see but my heart races. 

I’m halfway down the steps before I realise what I’m doing. 

Ser Arryk is horrified with himself, trying to offer some help to the Prince, only for Aemond to push him away. Servants gather, unsure of what to do, hovering around him like he is a wounded beast. 

I push people out of my way so I can reach him. I place a hand over his, where he cradles his eyepatch. His breathing is quick and heavy, his hand is shaking under my palm.

I whisper, “I’m here.”

He tugs at my sleeve, a bruising grip sinking through the fabric and into my skin, around my very bones. He leans into me, his forehead pressing against the top of my head. “I’m fine,” he grits through his teeth.

“My Lady,” Ser Arryk begins, “I’m sorry– I must have acted out of impulse– I–”

“Fetch a maester,” I order.

“Not necessary,” Aemond says.

Ser Arryk hesitates.

“Fetch a maester!”

“No!” Aemond says, suddenly straightening his back and releasing me from his hold. My heart sinks at the sight of his scar, flared, red, angry. He keeps his fists clenched by his sides, denying himself the pain. “That will be all, Ser Arryk, I shall retire to my chambers.”

He marches off and I trail helplessly behind.

Full chapter on AO3

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Could you please do a hc for ulquiorra and Grimmjow separately where they have a flirty s/o. I love your writing sm and I hope your doing well 😙

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Ulquiorra Cifer and Grimmjow Jaegerjaques with A Flirty s/o Headcanons:

Fandom: Bleach

genre: SFW Headcanons

Rated: G

warnings: None!

Admin Harmony🐯: Sounds pretty cute! Hope you enjoy it~.

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⚬ "What the Hell are you even talking about?"

⚬ Grimmjow will be so confused by the concept of flirting. 

⚬Since he is an arrancar and mating and flirting isn't a thing in his culture flirting will not be effective to him at first. 

⚬So you will have to explain to him what is flirting and why humans do it. 

⚬"That's stupid."

⚬ Yes, he will think that flirting is stupid especially if you are still doing it after you guys are together. 

⚬ "If flirting is use for courtship then what's the point in doing it if we are together now???" 

⚬You will have to explain to him why humans have to do it while they are still together. 

⚬"Oh."

⚬ So now he will at least give it a try because now he is kind of amused by it. 

⚬ I'm gonna be honest, he sucks at flirting…BAD.

⚬Like he has the foundation of flirting but lack the elegance of it. 

⚬He will compliment something like your eyes but compare it to something ugly. 

⚬"Your eyes are as brown as mud." 

⚬Or he will say something that is mortifying but seems like a compliment. 

⚬"You look so good today I could eat your soul up." 

⚬You might have to teach him how to properly flirt with him because if you tell him to stop he will do the exact opposite and he might purposely badly flirt with you just to tease or annoy you. 

⚬Grimmjow isn't a naturally good with flirting  but if you teach him well enough then he will get

⚬Once Grimmjow knows the concept of flirting he might become a bit more flustered with it. 

⚬But he will definitely like it because it is such an ego boost to him. 

⚬Tell him how strong he is, how much he is good fighter, how nice is abs are, call him handsome, and he will enjoy it too much. 

⚬Especially if you do it in a sultry voice and rub his pecks and abs while doing it a grin will appear on his face.

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⚬If you think that Grimmjow is dense when it comes to flirting you KNOW my guy is. 

⚬He will be even more confused and disgusted in what you were doing. 

⚬"....what are you doing?" 

⚬Again, you will have to explain to him in even more detail what flirting is and why humans do it. 

⚬"That is such a useless human habit to have. Why put forth effort when we are already courted?"

⚬Again, you will have to explain it to him in even more detail as to why humans still do it even though they were courted.

⚬He still thinks it's stupid and don't expect him to entertain you by flirting because he will refuse it. 

⚬At first, if you keep on being flirty with him he will be annoyed by it.

⚬ he will tell you that flirting is a useless behavior and will advise you to stop because it wont affect him at all. 

⚬now it will have to a mission to make ulquiorra blush due to your flirting. 

⚬don't be overly vulgar with him when it comes to flirting, he will think its disgusting. 

⚬instead compliment him on something but in an elegant way. 

⚬"Your eyes are as beautiful as emeralds."

⚬"Why would you compare my eyes to a rock?" he will say that but deep down he is low key flattered that you think his eyes are pretty. 

⚬*cough would gift you an emerald ring or necklace that is as green as his eyes cough*

⚬touching him and sensually kissing will also greatly effect him as well.

⚬since he is so sensitive to touch it wont take too long to make him blush as well.

⚬he will eventually get use to his s/o flirting but he wont admit how much he secretly likes it you just have to pay attention to him.

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[allgremlinyaps]

Ayo can you recommend some jetko fics?

yipeee !!! oh anon CAN I ... please allow me to organize them for you as well ...

Post-Renaissance:

Empty vessels. by outpastthemoat

It’s just that he wanted Li to come with him and he didn’t; Li hadn’t wanted anything to do with Jet. And he really shouldn’t, Jet’s nothing but bad luck to anyone.  But Jet can’t let it go.

Let the City Pull You Under by MadSeason (naive_wanderer)

[He’ll wonder all that, later; but in this moment he kisses a boy who thinks he’s something other than he is, and clings to the bolt of revelation that strikes him in the dark: maybe nothing in life matters except grabbing onto whatever brief moments you have to feel good.] Before joining the Avatar, before choosing his path on the crossroads of destiny, and before he finds a poster for a missing bison, Crown Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation has a teenage affair in Ba Sing Se.

love never wanted me anyway by tiffaniesblews

“Do you really not know how to take a compliment?” Jet questions, turning so that he is leaning on his shoulder, raising an eyebrow over at Zuko. Zuko just shrugs, unsure of how to answer.  “Come on, Lee, you’re a handsome guy,” Jet states, giving Zuko a playful shove in the arm. “You have to see that, right?” OR: Jet gives Zuko a compliment that Zuko is unsure of how to answer.

The Classics:

 Something to Hold Onto by Wildgoosery

Since the day the walls of Ba Sing Se fell, the Freedom Fighters have struggled to protect what remains of the city and its people. Jet and his second command, a mysterious boy named Li, have spent the summer piecing together an army, hoping for a chance to take the city back for good. But Li is also Zuko, and the time for that secret is quickly running out. Soon, he'll have to decide exactly who he is, what cause he's going to fight for, and where his heart lies.

Something New by Anonymous

Zuko is sick and tired of living in Ba Sing Se. Jet is too. But he wants to make it better anyway.

The Bathhouse of the Four Beauties by jin_fenghuang

Set in Ba Sing Se. Li and the Freedom Fighters are visiting a bathhouse. Can be considered vaguely in the 'The Walls of Ba Sing Se' timeline, but is a stand-alone story.

[gungoo4lifer]

｡⁠:ﾟGungoo headcanons ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

• gun's hands are always cold while goo's are always warm, so whenever they hold hands while walking etc, goo always grumbles about his cold hands but still keeps on holding anyway

• goo forces gun to switch from cigarettes to vapes because it definitely smells better than cigarettes, yet gun utterly hates vapes and people who use them because he thinks that it's childish and idiotic

• Goo can't talk properly whenever he just wakes up, and gun always somehow manages to understand the bullshit he's mumbling about

• They gossip. A lot. (It's even canon cuz they gossip about the fighters a lot lmfao)

• They share a wardrobe.. or goo steals gun's clothes very often because "it suits him more"

• Despite being rich as fuck, they live together in an old, not very 'fashion looking' house to not catch in people's eye a lot

• Goo asks gun to speak Japanese sometimes since he loves watching animes and most likely is a weeb, he thinks thats so fucking cool but he's too busy and lazy to learn Japanese plus he begged to Gun numerous times for him to teach him japanese but all he got in reply was a punch on his face.

• Speaking of japanese, sometimes he says "talk dirty to me in japanese." As a joke, and Gun goes along with it and says a few curse words at him and Goo giggles while blushing and Gun just rolls his eyes, knowing that he couldn't understand shit.

• Gun loves getting massages from Goo because it reduces the soreness of his body along with his exhaustion

• Whenever they have nothing to do, Gun talks about his Yakuza past to Goo since he asks about it a lot, also Goo really likes listening to Gun's stories about the scars on his body

• Gun adores Goo's soft hair

• The 30 minutes rule.. do I even have to explain this at this point haha

• Whenever they are traveling around the provinces, (goo referred to gun while saying that he traveled around the provinces with the 'white ghost' in chapter 407 where he played golf with unknown someone so it's half canon) goo talks a lot during the plane ride or more like grumbles a lot about how the ride was all boring

• They have lots of board games in their house (again, this is also half canon because they really fucking have LOTS OF board games for just two people, which was shown in chapter 316 while they were playing cards and betting over the four crew members about who would win in a fight) so in their break times etc they spend their time playing board games with each other and goo somehow always loses for an unknown odd reason.

• Gun loves cuddling with Goo to sleep

• Gun thinks that Goo isn't handsome, but more like pretty. Sure he's a good looking guy, he really is so fucking attractive but in a pretty way, not in a handsome way. For some people it doesn't even matter but for Gun, it does.

• Goo has a whole ass skincare along with a haircare routine so he'd look as perfect as usual, gun doesn't really have a proper routine but sometimes he lets goo take care of his skin etc

• Goo never goes to the hairdresser salon to bleach his hair. Why would he bother exhausting himself with going all the way there when he has gun with him?

• It became a habit for Gun to wrap his arms around Goo's waist from the back and drop his head on his shoulder whenever Goo was cooking food for them with his iconic light pink apron as Gun nibbled on his neck

•Gun can't cook. Not in the slightest. He fucking sucks at it.

• They gossip about the chairman and grumble about how fucking annoying he is

• Goo likes tracing his fingers along gun's scars and ask if they hurt and they never did, not in the slightest. And if it did gun couldn't even feel it anyway.

• Goo likes kissing the scar between Gun's eyes, which he created with his own hands 🫶

• Goo mocks him A LOT about his will to find the great successor which always ended up with utter failure.. *whispers* samuel, eli, olly, johan and jake

• Goo thinks that Gun's hairstyle was ugly as fuck (because it is.) And thinks that he looks a lot better with his hair slightly messy or down but gun doesn't really likes his hair like that, or at least in fights cuz he can't see shit properly like that

• Gun's hands are just a little, slightly bigger and a lot veinier than Goo's hand, on the other hand, Goo's hand is more silky and soft (how the fuck aren't their hands bruised or damaged in the slightest after all that fights and punches bro)

• Gun isn't really great with technology and goo always helps him with it

• Goo sometimes mocks Gun about acting way old for his age, especially with kids. He may not be the best with kids for sure but he is obviously ten times better than Gun, he always laughs his ass off whenever gun refers to kids as "little fella, thing" or it.

• Goo always uses lines from movies (again.. a half canon thing, yes goo refers to movies in the webtoon a lot) as a reference and Gun always gets them because goo forces him to watch kdramas with him o7

• Goo uses kaomojis A LOT, even more while texting with gun and at first gun finds it ridiculously cute and then sometimes, just sometimes he caughts himself using them.

• Goo often cosplays anime, manga, manhwa or webtoon characters and one day he decides to cosplay fucking park jonggun and the look of surprise he witnessed on Gun's face was the funniest shit he ever saw in his life

• They go to DG's concerts sometimes (they end up getting bored of the concert and start making out in a random space)

• Goo has lots of anime merchs from his favorite animes like figures, keychains, phone cases, shirts(gun makes fun of those shirts but goo never wears it anyway, just for the sake of his favorite character because he also agreed on how ugly some of them managed to look) plushies, nendoroids etc AND he also has a huge ass body pillow of gun which makes gun mad because why hug a body pillow when HE is there??

• They have a matching pfp on their icons in every single social media platform

• Oh talking about social media, they don't really use them though because of their job, but goo still uses it without his information for anime stuff etc.

• Goo likes hanging out with yenna and yenna likes uncle goo too but not gun, her little brain remembers how he caused his papa to get angry for some reason that she didn't know but it's alright because her papa said that it was no big deal

[francesminos-tt]

about toxic! joffron;

can we have a moment between lucemond x jacegon x joffron? + a joff+daeron moment with his nephews and them talking (maybe) about children?

There were certain facts about Joffrey that Daeron came to know after their marriage. One, Joffrey was an insufferable brat who liked to bite his bedmate. Two, Joffrey was a lazy ass who could spend a whole day in bed. Three, Joffrey was a fierce defender of his family and loved his Velaryon brothers with all his heart.

Daeron crossed his arms as he leaned against the cold stone wall and observed Joffrey interacting with his brothers. Joffrey was wrestling with his alpha brother Jacaerys, while his omega brother Lucerys acted as judge, accompanied by a jury of two boys, one brunette and one blonde. The sun was high in the sky, the air dry enough to set Daeron’s throat on fire, but the Velaryons paid no mind to the scorching sun and hot weather. They laughed loud, especially Joffrey, who seemed to enjoy the company of his brothers very much. It was odd, to some extent, to see Joffrey tackle someone to the ground without menace. The wrestling match went on, and finally Jacaerys came out as the winner by straddling Joffrey and tickling him. Joffrey actually giggled and put his arms up in surrender.

Daeron couldn’t help but feel a surge jealousy rising from his stomach. In Daeron’s opinion, all emotions came from the stomach. The subtle pain when he was upset, the butterflies when he was excited, the nausea when he was anxious, and the sudden clench when he was jealous.

Jacaerys offered a hand to Joffrey and they both got up from the dirty ground. They went back under the tree shades where Lucerys had laid out a small picnic blanket. It wasn’t proper royal behavior to have snacks on the ground, but none of the brothers cared.

Joffrey accepted a piece of cake from Lucerys and popped it into his mouth. Daeron had no idea Joffrey even ate cakes. They seldom ate together, and in the rare occasions they did share a meal, it always ended in curses and sex. Daeron remembered one time that he nearly drowned Joffrey in wine by pushing his husband’s head into a wine barrel because Joffrey insisted on letting that handsome bard perform for them. Daeron hated the man and the seductive glances he threw at Joffrey. After putting on a nasty show of nearly drowning his husband in wine, Daeron had to kill the bard to preserve the image of the King. Joffrey laughed at Daeron’s hypocrisy with wine dripping from his dark curls.

“They are adorable together, aren't they?” Someone came next to Daeron, a man in a red robe with a small toddler clinging to his side and another baby in his arms, “You might think a married alpha will stop being so childish, but alas.”

“I don’t think anything.” Daeron replied, not impressed by Aegon’s sudden appearance. He didn't turn his head to properly greet his brother, partly because he didn't want to deal with his nephew. Seven forbid. Daeron hated children.

“I am sure you are mesmerized by your carefree husband.” Aegon said, amusement in his tone, “Because if you are looking at my husband with these love-sick puppy eyes, I might have to intervene.”

“Do you think father is a good fighter, uncle Daeron?” The toddler spoke, as if in cue with his mother, his voice clear and crisp like a bell.

“It’s not about what I think.” Daeron replied in the gentlest tone he could manage, “It’s about you, Jaehaerys. If you consider your father to be a good fighter, a good fighter he is.”

Daeron’s words were a bit too rhetorical to a toddler, but the boy clapped his hands and replied in an excited tone nonetheless.

“I think he is! Father said that I would be a good fighter too!”

Childish, Daeron thought. But then again, could a child be accused of being childish?

“You have been watching them for quite a long time, brother.” Aegon rocked the baby in his arms gently, cooing and kissing the baby’s round nose, “Why don't you join them?”

Daeron could think of a least a dozen excuses for why he hadn't joined his nephews, but all words died down in front of Aegon’s knowing smile. Since when did Aegon become so smart? Daeron decided that he liked Aegon more when his brother was a pathetic drunk head.

Daeron hadn't joined the Velaryons because he didn't know how to act around Joffrey who seemed to have no intention of biting his cock off.

Daeron might be an awkward man who didn't know how to handle his husband, but clearly Aemond was not. The one-eyed prince walked briskly past Daeron and Aegon straight towards the three brunette brothers, without sparing them a single glance. Aemond greeted Lucerys by kissing his husband’s hand, earning a string of giggle from Lucerys and two eye-rolls from the omega’s brothers. It was strange to see Aemond showing affection in public, not to mention such affection was for the boy he was supposed to hate. Daeron felt somewhat betrayed, really, for he seemed to be the only one who had truly hated Rhaenyra’s sons.

Jacaerys waved at them, and Aegon gladly waved back. They acted like a pair of silly lovers, which irritated Daeron to no end.

“If you will excuse me, brother, I need to join my husband in his merry ways.”

Aegon walked to the picnic blankets as well and sat down next to Jacaerys. Jacaerys pecked him on the lips before bending down to kiss their infant daughter. The two married couples soon enveloped themselves into two loving bubbles, leaving Joffrey alone with Jacaerys and Aegon’s boy Jaehaerys. Joffrey looked briefly in Daeron’s direction, their eyes catching each other for a split second before Joffrey looked down again and started talking to an overexcited Jaehaerys.

Even though their eyes only met for a second, Daeron was sure he had caught the challenge in Joffrey’s eyes. Join me if you dare.

Daeron wasted no time walking into the shades and threw himself on the fluffy blanket next to Joffrey. Joffrey smiled triumphantly, his lips curling up so nicely that Daeron wanted to rip the smile off his face.

“Look who finally decided to join us.” Joffrey said dramatically, “Us peasants not entertaining enough for a prince like you, husband?”

“Careful,” Daeron retorted smoothly, “you have included my brothers in your peasants claim.”

Joffrey laughed as he threw a handful of walnuts at Daeron playfully. Perhaps it was the steaming weather, or the suffocating love in the air that made Joffrey choose nuts as ammunitions instead of actual daggers.

“Stop wasting food, Joff.” Jacaerys scolded absently.

“Jace is right. It’s bad influence.” Lucerys said from where he was lying on top of Aemond, “Cover your eyes, boys.”

“It’s too late, Luke. I have already poisoned your sons.” Joffrey laughed as he reached out to snatch a small walnut off Daeron’s crotch and throw it into his mouth.

Daeron had never heard Joffrey laugh so openly and kindly. He had never been in the receiving end of Joffrey’s playfulness. The feeling was new and strange, but Daeron found himself intrigued by it.

Joffrey was good with children, unlike Daeron. He was patient enough to play the silly game of hide and seek with three toddlers while the children’s parents were exchanging little kisses and confessions of love. The air was filled the sweet milk scent of the children and the subtle herbal freshness of Joffrey, a bizarre but delicate balance. In the hot summer sun, surrounded by his deep-in-love brothers and their respective husbands, watching Joffrey chasing around small children, Daeron allowed himself to admit that he was, indeed, mesmerized by Joffrey.

Later that night, when they were back in the privacy of their room, their limbs tangled together like messy threads, Daeron asked if Joffrey ever wanted children.

“I can knot you to Old Valyria and back.” Daeron said, grabbing Joffrey’s hip hard enough to leave a nasty bruise.

“Don't get ahead of yourself, uncle.” Joffrey panted, his eyes cloudy with lust, “Your knot won't cure my infertility.”

“You never know.” Daeron bent down, his teeth inches away from Joffrey’s throat.

“But I do know.” Joffrey launched his attack first by wrapping his legs around Daeron’s waist and used the flexibility and strength of his core to flip them around. Now he was the one in charge of their sex session.

“Because it was me who made sure that I could never bear your filthy Hightower child.”

[mozillavulpix]

holy shit

still browsing through japanese twitter, and there are some people who reeeeeeeeaaally hate male Precure celebrating this news (like "if they stopped a male Precure from happening in Wonderful, they'll be able to stop it again if we're loud enough" kind of takes). I'm surprised how vitriolic some people are

It's strange, because the honest thing is I normally don't even like magical boys. Their designs often feel very same-y with that kind of 'handsome prince' vibe and I guess it more just feels like an idea of what a girl thinks a cool boy should look like rather than what a boy would think looks cool.

And I'm not normally that loud when it comes to...putting your diversity stuff into kids shows - for example, I don't really care for Purirun and Meroron even though Precure fans are celebrating that there was a canon lesbian kiss.

But I'm on team Let's Have More Boy Precure.

Because think male Precure are something important to have. Every time I hear stories about little boys who like Precure and now feel even more included because of guys like Tsubasa and Satoru and Daifuku. Male Precure are important for them! I want them to feel like they can enjoy whatever they want without being bullied for 'being a boy liking a girl's show'.

Maybe I also like male Precure because it helps make Precure as a franchise less over-the-top girly in its aesthetics. I think it's a good franchise! We've had concepts over the last few years of what happens when they use it to tell different kinds of stories than what you expect from the little girl toy show and I think that's a great idea! Both in terms of letting little girls experience more types of stories - they can get attracted by the generic girly stuff and then stay to learn new things they might not have been introduced to otherwise - and also letting other audiences who might have been turned-off by how girly Precure can be experience how fun a magical girl show is.

I think what makes a good male Precure is design and concept.

It needs to be something where the boy does have some differences in design, because boys' clothes are different to girls' clothes and it has to be something they'd feel comfortable wearing. Like, I enjoy Black Pepper, but the fact he's embarrassed about his own outfit (because he didn't choose it, it was his dad's old Cook Fighter uniform), makes it feel less like a power fantasy for boys and more a punishment put on Takumi for daring to try and contribute in a girl show. Kind of leans into an almost...sexist dynamic? Of making fun of people because they intruded into a genre not 'meant for them'.

But it also has to be something where the boy isn't treated differently from the girls, because that'd feel kind of mean and exclusionary. If a boy wants to join in on 'playing Precure', Precure should embrace that and let them have that dream instead of putting roadblocks in the way. In that vein, it's better if they have some similarities in their Precure designs so it feels like they're a part of the group and not their own separate thing.

Basically I think Tsubasa manages this and Satoru and Daifuku do too. Both in their designs and roles in the story. And even though Satoru and Daifuku don't get to be official Precure, they feel like the next natural step up from Hirogaru Sky because they're probably even more relevant to the plot than Tsubasa.

We'll probably have a break on this for You and Idol, I really doubt Kaito is going to do more given how sparse his appearances have been, but I do wonder what they'll do in the movie. Because if we follow the pattern there should be some Wonderful cameo in there somewhere and so I hope they put Satoru and Daifuku as part of that. They were a big marketing point for last movie, after all, and that sold really well!

/copium

[t4tozier]

ooooo okay prompts: one of jace's exes enrolls their kid into barbarian classes at aguefort. which means porter has to interact w this guy fairly frequently. and their kid happens to be a wild magic barbarian which means jace is often at the parent teacher conferences too.

omggg yeah. porter’s a freak that has definitely stalked jace’s exes online so when he sees the last name on his roster it’s like. vaguely familiar. but not enough to actually trigger anything in his head until he gets an email from the kid’s dad being like hey do you have any tips for dealing with rages at home? and porter’s happy to help but then he does a double take on the name and his demeanor immediately switches to something so cold and professional. just very basics. he’s not gonna take it out on the kid, it’s not his fault his dad fucked porter’s boyfriend a decade before he was even born, but he’s sure as hell not gonna be warm and fuzzy to the guy emailing.

the first parent teacher conference rolls around and porter’s already gritting his teeth when this guy walks in. he’s some tall dark and handsome half-orc with muscles that mark him as a fighter. typical, for jace. he’s trying to keep his cool when, of fucking course, jace knocks on his door and pops his head in. and he’s like ooh shit sorry i didn’t realize you were having a—lorgan?? gods, it’s been…wow! hi! because of course porter didn’t tell jace.

and porter has to watch as this guy’s eyes fucking light up at the sight of his boyfriend. before they can really start getting a convo going, porter clears his throat and stands and goes, “sorry, sweetheart, i should’ve told you. go ahead and head home without me, i’ll see you there.” and kisses jace so deeply. and jace squeaks but of course melts into it even though they’re usually really good (ha) at hiding their relationship at work. and jace flushes and gives a flustered wave to them both before disappearing.

and porter’s feeling pretty fucking good about himself—until the next week, when the kid has a wild magic surge in the middle of class. porter’s first thought is fuck, i need jace. his second thought is fuck. i need jace.

[redfurrycat]

🤠👗🐓Beautiful, Handsome, Pretty Fic Recs🐓👗🤠

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Ao3 Authors:

🧁Abliafina, Davidbyrne, Daydreamingstoryteller, Roo_mantic.

🌶️Chase_acow, Chickeenuggies, Cryinginthebronco, Earthangel_44, Ginnydear, Greatea, Hangmanbradshaw, Infinitejaust, K0ralik, Mackwinnon, Miiichaaan, Reanimated, Renai_chan, Theinsouciantknitter, Tonguesofliars, Whoreternal.

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Diadotcom's Rooster in skirt

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paper rings by davidbyrne {G}

When Carole Bradshaw dies, Bradley’s given all of her jewelry.

Jake Seresin Needs Love by daydreamingstoryteller

kiss me softly (til I love me like you do) {M}

"Jake, you don't have to do anything other than be yourself and they'll love you." Bradley insisted. Jake’s breath hitched. His body started to tremble the slightest as he whispered a confession he’d never said out loud even to himself. "I don't even know how to be myself Roo." Jake "Hangman" Seresin is trans, nonbinary, queer - the works. He just wants to wear a dress and feel good about himself so his boyfriend is there to help.

Jake's Barbie Diaries {T}

Jake and Bradley lost a bet and have to dress up as Barbie and Ken for the Dagger's Halloween Party. Everyone expects Jake to be Ken and Bradley as Barbie but that's not what happens. Jake just wants to dress up in his heels and feel pretty and also show up looking too good to be true.

steal me with a kiss by abliafina {T}

What do you get when you take one ridiculously cocky model and one stubborn makeup artist? A recipe for disaster of course, but with some luck maybe the outcome won't be as bad as initially expected.

Sweetheart & Honey by roo_mantic {T}

Feelin' Feminine Since I've Been Breathin'

There he was, almost two decades ago leaning up against his Bronco, his hair long and curling against his ears, crop top short and cut right under his chest, and his long red skirt flowing against the wind. 'Birdie '96' was scrawled under the photo. He forgot this picture was taken. He can’t believe Mav kept it all these years. Or Bradley used to wear skirts, and he thinks he wants to wear them again. Maybe this'll finally push Jake off HIS perch and go after what he wants. (And what he wants is Bradley, no matter what he's wearing)

But I Know That I've Been Feelin'

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” He said. And he meant it. There was no one that could compete with the person standing right in front of him. And there never would be. Jake watched as Bradley’s cheeks dusted a light red. God, how did he get so lucky? What did he do to deserve this? Or: It's Jake and Bradley's six-month anniversary and Jake wants to make the night really special for Bradley

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In Too Deep by Renai_chan {E}

Jake gets revenge on Bradley for using the vibrating plug on him in class. This time, he pretties himself up, puts on some sexy lingerie, and makes sure Bradley won't be able to touch him until they get home later that evening.

bought this dress so you could take it off by ginnydear {E}

If there is one thing Bradley has learned in the year or so of dating Jake, it’s that the man doesn’t back down from a challenge. or - "Jake just wanted to be railed in a sundress by Bradley."

the good girl faith and a tight little skirt by whoreternal {E}

the one where Jake loses a bet, wears an obscene shirt, [sexual tension] and then gets fucked.

The Octagon by Earthangel_44 {E}

Monday

“Unless you can’t mount me,” Bradley baits in a low voice, “unless you can’t fuck me like you think you can.” Bradley cups Jake through his sweats and squeezes. “Unless I need to find another alpha to fuck me and finish what you started.” AKA: Omega MMA fighter Bradley with Alpha Boxer Jake.

Tuesday

Bradley watches Jake fight for the first time since they’re together.

Dress up, Princess by miiichaaan {E}

Jake looked at himself in their bathroom mirror, at the way the pink lace of the lingerie set he’d ordered some weeks ago, hugged his pecks, his ass, his cock so perfectly. Fascinated he ran a hand over his torso, feeling the texture, following it down to his crotch, palming himself through the fabric. He quietly smiled to himself when he thought about Bradley.

did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? by k0ralik {E}

It must have been karma haunting him. Yes, it was definitely karma. He just couldn’t decide if he was a saint or the devil. A couple of meters away, leaning against one of the pool tables was none other than Hangman. Bradley felt blood rushing to his cheeks and ears – and presumably his dick – as he took in his presence. Someone whistled right into his ear. “Seems like you’ve found your Harley Quinn, Joker.” or: bradley did nat a favour, but he doesn't know she did him one as well

Speak Softly, Love by Renai_chan {E}

Jake leaves behind his crappy life in Texas and moves to California. There, he meets Bradley, a gorgeous man who works at a charity helping the homeless. They fall in love, and everything is sunshine and rainbows until he learns that Bradley is, in fact, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, heir to the empire of his godfather, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, who rules the underbelly of Los Angeles with ice-cold ruthlessness. Suddenly, Jake find himself embroiled in the dangers of the LA Mafia

sweet dreams of holly and ribbon (mistakes are forgiven) by cryinginthebronco {E}

It’s nearly 7:30 p.m. when Bradley pulls up in front of Javy’s house. He’s already late to the Christmas party that started over an hour ago, so he doesn’t waste any time before turning off the engine. He’s out of the vehicle and at the front door before the car door even slams shut. After ringing the doorbell, he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans, waiting for someone to let him in. or Jake wears a dress, and Bradley loses his mind or sexy santa dress fic

desire at the wheel (takes a turn for desperation) by greatea {E}

"I don’t know, Jake, buy some fucking lingerie or tie Bradshaw to your bed, what kind of advice am I supposed to give you here?" - or the one where Bradley's been a little too busy the last few weeks and Jake is ... well, horny.

Outlandish by infinitejaust {E}

Jake and Bradley lose a bet.

Supervixen by reanimated {E}

Jake is looking cute and flirty. But that just barely covers up something less innocent. Sugar and spice go together, after all.

God is a Freak by theinsouciantknitter {E}

Watching me get railed on the couch... or Jake has no money to pay the pizza delivery boy

The Only Exception by mackwinnon {E}

Organized crime AU. Escort Jake meets Bradley in a club while he's with another client. Bradley's instantly intrigued and makes Jake an offer he can't refuse. It's just business. Until it isn't.

Legacy by chase_acow {M}

Bradley was a man in a dress, and he looked cute. Pledging the same Fraternity as his dad was his plan since childhood, he just needed to find a big brother who didn't mind having the oldest freshman ever. Anyone would do, but Jake Seresin, the worst lab partner ever, had his own plans

cuz you know I love the players and you love the game by hangmanbradshaw {E}

Jake's the star quarterback, Bradley's the star baseball captain. They both like playing games, turns out they want the same prize. Or Bradley dresses as a cheerleader for the team and Jake hates him (except that he totally doesn't)

All the love underneath, me adoring you eternally. by chickeenuggies {E}

“I meant I got something for you” he explained, closing the door again, not being able to contain the snort that left him at seeing Bradley’s comical facial expression, with his eyes open so wide it looked like they could pop out of his head at any moment. He looked at himself in the mirror for one last time, fiddling with the straps of the bralette out of sudden nervousness as he waited for Bradley to answer. “Something else, besides the very expensive hotel room we’re spending the weekend on?” Despite how much Bradley tried to mask his tone, it came out a little strangled. Guilty. Jake didn’t like that at all. —Or how Jake wears lingerie, and Bradley struggles a little (only a little) to understand he’s worthy of being spoiled.

come on in baby and cover me by tonguesofliars {E}

“Bradley,” Jake shouts, rooting around in his drawer. “Have you seen my brown…” His question trails off when his finger snags on an unfamiliar thin strap. “Shirt,” he finishes under his breath. As Jake lifts his finger up out of the drawer, his eyes widen at the sight of a pair of panties. Tentatively, Jake raises them to his face and inhales, then gets so dizzy from how rapidly blood rushes to his groin. It reeks of Bradley.

[yutahoes]

Favorite

Inspired by the music video and some lyrics of Favorite by NCT 127.

characters: former rebel! student! Yuta Nakamoto x vampire! student! Y/N

summary: He didn't care about anything until his eyes caught her. Who is she and why is her eyes changing color?

chapter word count: 6.3k words

chapter genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

chapter warning: language, blood, incorrect descriptions of vampires, kissing, character death, a lot of biting, sucking, and licking

Yuta Nakamoto. 

Just the name makes all the high school students quiver. The worst of all the worst in school. The strongest fighter which makes the other fighters from other schools quiver. Everyone feared him, even students and teachers from nearby schools wouldn't dare cross paths with him. 

He was a huge bully, always in fights and seated at the back of the class with bruises or wounds on his face. His teachers were even lucky if he went to their class. And they would just let him. 

Until the twins transferred into their class, the affluent Jung twins who always excel in everything they do. He didn't bother about them at first. And he's too lazy to get their attention. Besides, what good can their attention bring to him? 

But as days went by, he noticed how the male twin became the center of everyone’s attention. He excelled in sports, even defeating Yuta in basketball which he’s really good at. He’s kind-hearted and even good at studying, and the teachers always favor him. Yuta would often hear the girls, even from other schools, gush at how handsome he is with his pale skin and chiseled face. He didn’t care at first. But something is weird about that Jung Jaehyun. How can he be agile all the time? How can he keep running without looking so tired? And why is his skin so pale?  

Noticing the other half of the twin, Yuta thought that it might run in the family. Maybe they were born to look like models on the catwalk. They were built to be perfect individuals which irked him. His gaze unconsciously fell on the girl looking out the window during Science class. She doesn’t have as much presence as her brother but she had charisma. Yes, she's hot but certainly not hot enough. 

He was startled when she turned her head to him, raising an eyebrow as if asking why. Instead of turning his head to look away, he squinted his eyes at her and she smirked. What the heck is wrong with this girl? 

—-----

It was normal for him to skip classes, especially Math time but it surprised him that someone in the same uniform is outside the school as him. "You should come with us, pretty girl." The guys with motorcycles claimed that made the said girl stop in her tracks. "You seemed rich." One guy said while signaling another guy to get her backpack. She revolted but someone was holding a pocket knife that made her freeze. 

Yuta shook his head, appearing himself from the shadows that made the boys startled. "That's foul," he said in a commanding tone. "Give back the bag." The girl stared at him for a while before she was held by that guy with the pocket knife. 

"This isn't your business, Yuta." The guy said. "Leave!" 

The mentioned guy cocked his head to both sides, flexing his fingers so that his knuckles created a crackling sound. Some guys looked scared that they scrammed away. He breathed on his fist and then landed a solid punch on a guy who charged at him. He kicked another guy to the stomach then took another's arm, holding him to the ground and twisting it. "She's my business," he said rather cockily. "Let her go." 

The guy with the knife pushed the girl and Yuta was quick to help her stand up. Everything was fast, he heard her shout then he felt something poke his side. The guys ran, with their things, leaving him on the ground with a bleeding side. Great! He might just die like this. "Hey, I have to take you to the hospital, do you have your phone?" The girl asked, hands trying to locate a phone in his pockets. 

"Are you just groping me?" He smirked. She rolled her eyes at that, surprised that he still has time for jokes like this. "My phone is inside my bag." 

"Fuck!" She cursed, surprising him. So she knew how to curse. The girl unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a tank top inside her uniform then tied the fabric to his wound. "I have to bring you to the hospital. This is just first aid." 

She stood up but he held her wrist, stopping her. "I'm alright dying here." He said with a smile. "I'm just happy to see a girl undress in front of me before I die." 

"What the fucking hell is wrong with you?" She exclaimed which startled him. She looks so pure and innocent. Now that he was staring, he noticed how her eyes were light brown in color. Is this her normal eye color? It looks lovely, like a galaxy can be seen in her eyes. "You can't die. I'll be filled with guilt." Yuta smirked. "Wait for me. I'll just call someone." 

He held her wrist, stopping her from going anywhere. "I'm fine. Just let me die."

"You won't, stay here." Then everything went black. 

Yuta could only see the blinding lights when he opened his eyes. A girl in white asked him how he was feeling and his first thought was that he might really be in heaven. But then, a person like him doesn't deserve to be in heaven. So where is he exactly? "I'll inform the doctor that you have woken up." Oh. A hospital. Why the hell is he here? 

He surveyed the area, it was huge. Are hospital rooms always this spacious? There were fruits on the side of the bed, a huge TV in front of his bed, and a huge window. He can get used to this. A man in a white robe entered the door, smiling warmly at him. Yuta’s first thought is that his smile is vaguely familiar and when he spoke, he realized what it was. “Thank you for saving my daughter.” Their family really might be really perfect. 

The older did some tests on him and advised that he should stay in the hospital for a few more days to make sure that nothing bad would happen to him. Yuta had to refuse calling his guardian and the older Jung just gave him a nurse to take care of him. He agreed, thinking it was a hot female nurse but a man in white came in and introduced himself as the person taking care of him. 

On the third day of staying in the hospital, the Jung twins came. The girl was holding a bouquet of flowers that made him grin. He can totally get used to this. His gaze fell on her eyes, dark orbs making him confused. “Your eyes are brown, isn’t it?” Both the girl’s father and brother stared at her and then at him as if he just said something wrong. 

“It might just be the light that time,” she said in a soft voice. She’s different from when they were on the backstreet at that time. Totally different. 

—-----

It must be because they were perfect that she had to always be the prim and proper little daughter in front of her family. That was the thought ringing in Yuta’s head while watching the female Jung during their class. He wasn’t even interested in getting into his classes, just wanting to observe the female and his weirdness. “Yuta,” the teacher called and he turned to the old man in front, “Do you want me to transfer your seat next to Y/N?” He lightly glanced at the mentioned girl who had her head hung low. 

Something has changed with this girl. 

There were a lot of rumors and whispers around about him liking Y/N but it’s not the case. It’s safer to say that he’s curious about her. Well, anyone can say that he’s interested in her. But not in the same way that people thought about it. He doesn’t like her to that extent. 

Yuta was on his way out of the school gates, ready to skip Math class when he noticed a familiar girl seated under the shade. She has her earphones in, reading a book. A normal image of her. He sat beside her, getting one of the earphones and putting it on his ear. Surprised that she was listening to rock music. “What are you doing?” she asked, moving back to stay away centimeters from him. 

Instead of answering her, Yuta took a peek at the book she was reading. Unlike the usual books he can notice she was reading, this has lots of pictures and they’re all about the sea. “Do you want to go to the sea?” He asked casually but the girl stared at him in regard. She lightly bit her lip as if considering his offer. “Come on, let’s go.” He held her hand but she quickly removed his hold on her, surprising him. “We can take a bus…”

“I can’t,” she claimed, then closed her book, rolling the earphones in her hand. Y/N stood up and then walked inside the building leaving Yuta staring at her form. 

How interesting. 

Yuta hated music class but today, he was sitting at the back of the class watching as his classmates showcased their talent for musical instruments. Jaehyun played the acoustic guitar making the girls in their class swoon. When the other Jung was called, she stood up and then played classical music on the piano.  

A smirk escaped his lips. How superficial. “Yuta, do you want to show us your instrument?” the teacher asked and everyone turned to him, including her. He took an electric guitar from one corner of the room and plugged it into the stereo that created an ear-piercing sound. He started creating notes, and loud guitar riffs that he heard from her earphones the other day. Almost everyone in the room was covering their ears, complaining about how loud the sound is but she remained staring as if studying what he was doing, not fazed at the loud sound he was creating. 

When he returned to his seat, Y/N was looking at him as if confused. Her black dark orbs looked like the night sky, her pale skin looked like moonlight and her lips looked as red as cherry. Yuta smiled and for the first time, looked away from her. She’s fucking beautiful. Why does it take too long for him to realize it? 

—-----

Their house is majestic. Truly suitable for a perfect family like theirs. He isn’t a stalker, at least he knows he’s not, but one time he followed Jaehyun home and saw where they live. He also isn’t obsessive but he noticed where Y/N’s room is when he passed by one time and saw her on the balcony, looking at the stars. A huge balcony near a tree that he can easily climb. 

Yuta was suddenly thankful for the strength training he got from fighting. Flawlessly, he climbed the tree and jumped on her balcony just as it opened and revealed a surprised Y/N. The guy was disappointed that she was wearing long-sleeved silk pajamas with matching long pants. “What are you doing here?” She asked but he only stepped backward, hand touching what seemed to be a flower. 

Immediately, Yuta plucked the red rose and handed it to her. “To give you this.” The girl, once again, had a confused look on her face. “And to ask you to go to the sea.” 

“I told you I can’t.” She whispered, taking the rose which lightly grazed on Yuta’s finger. A small cut can be seen as a drop of blood gushed on his finger. Almost in a snap, Yuta noticed how her eyes became lighter in color. From the color of the night sky to the color of the galaxy. “You have to go.” She pushed him lightly, panic can be seen in her expression. “Yuta, you have to leave.” 

The guy had to glance down from the balcony, “You can’t expect me to jump…” A knock on the door can be heard as Y/N quickly closed the door to the balcony and closed the curtains before a voice can be heard, asking what she was doing. 

He isn’t mistaken. Her eyes really do change colors. But why? How? 

She was avoiding him. Even if they belong to the same class, Y/N would always come out before he could approach her. Jaehyun would always find a way to block him or even stop him from approaching his sister. Why? Is it wrong to show interest in a girl? Why is her brother protecting her like this? 

But Yuta isn't someone easily fazed by these trivial matters. If she's avoiding him then it only makes him want to chase her more. And not that he's a stalker but someone from class informed him, after a lot of persuading - bullying, in that someone's perspective - told him about the girl's whereabouts after class. 

Music room. How superficial. 

Yuta had never been in this part of the school. He doesn't have any reason to go here in the first place. Who would have thought that a girl would make him explore this part of the school? He kept on glancing inside the rooms for any sign of her, some even looked scared at his presence while others just notified him that the person he was looking for can be seen in the farthest music room. When he peeked inside, she was seated in front of an old upright piano. 

The melody she was playing sounded so familiar. It was a lesson they had in Music Class. He also heard it from a movie before. And it reminded him of an ocean. Oh, wait. La Mer? The Sea?

What was her fascination with the sea if she kept refusing to go to one? 

Yuta clapped and she whipped her head to him, surprised that he was in the same room as her. Her eyes were black, shining. "What are you doing here?" 

"Why are you avoiding me?" He sat beside her on the stool, pressing the same keys she was playing earlier. "Let's go to the sea." She was just focused on his fingers and he was conscious of what key to press next. "I can ask permission from your dad…" 

"No, it's not my dad." She claimed, fingers playing along with him. "I just can't." 

"Then, can you just stop avoiding me?" 

She stopped playing, body turned to face him. "Yuta, why are you doing this?"

"Why can't I do this?" He also stopped playing, facing her. The dark eyes widened when Yuta inched closer to her. "I like you, Y/N." She looked surprised at the sudden confession. "You're interesting. I can't keep my mind off you." 

“Then stop it.” 

Yuta inched closer, eyes staring at her cherry-red lips. “What if I don’t want to stop?” His lips gently went to hers, soft warm lips that made his head hazy. She didn’t even move so Yuta took this as a chance to lick her lips while angling his head to the side to deepen the kiss. His mind was clouded at the idea that she was kissing him back.

Then his bottom lip hurt. A prickling pain followed by a confusing feeling that made him lightly push the girl. The part that hurt throbbed. Her eyes turned light brown, a little blood staining on her lip which she licked. A flash of pointy teeth is noticeable before she put a hand on her mouth, standing up to exit the room. 

Her movements were so fast that he didn’t register what happened. Yuta lightly grazed a thumb on the side of his lip, blood could be seen on his finger. Could it be? 

Yuta never believed in the supernatural. They are just faceless creatures created as stories to scare young kids. Yuta also never believed that he'll read a book in the school library yet here he is, silently skimming books for fictional creatures just to get the answer he was looking for. 

She is pale. She likes to be alone most of the time. She has this fascination with the sea. She was always under the shade. Her eyes change colors. Yuta recalled the times it happened and came up with the common thing in those scenarios. He was hurt. There was blood. 

Pale. Shade. Blood. The pointy teeth. 

Words associated with vampires. 

Y/N is a vampire. 

Then Jaehyun is also one. 

It's been days since Yuta had made the observation. Days passed without her attendance at school. He noticed how Jaehyun stood out among the crowd with his pale skin and tall stature. It all now makes sense how agile he plays basketball and why he doesn't seem to get tired even if he plays rounds and rounds of the sport. A supernatural. 

If Yuta was in his right state of mind, he would think that he was losing his mind.

But falling in love makes you crazy. 

A feeling that he was slowly experiencing with her absence from school. "Jung Jaehyun," he called. The other guy glared at him before excusing himself from his group of friends. "Where is Y/N?" 

"What do you want from her?"

"What happened to her?" 

"What do you want from my sister, Yuta?" His voice was louder and it was slowly attracting the attention of the other students. “Y/N is someone you shouldn’t mess with. Our family, specifically.” But Yuta didn’t have the intention to mess with her. In honesty, she was the one messing him up. “Whatever you did to my sister, undo it.” 

What exactly did he do to her? He kissed her. That was it. Did something happen to her because of that kiss? 

Yuta needed to find out. The risk-taker part of himself wanted to find out. He did it before and he’ll definitely do it now that he’s desperate to see her. 

The balcony of her room was open but he stopped when he saw a female figure seated by the bed. From the silhouette itself, he knew it wasn’t the girl he was looking for. “Honey, it’s been days. You have to drink.” Drink? “Honey please.” The woman begged in her soft voice, whispering to the person she was talking to but it was all clear on Yuta’s ears. “You’ll die if you continue this.” 

Die? 

A heavy sigh can be heard followed by the words, “You should have erased his memory like what your dad said when he saved you back then.” Yuta exhaled heavily. It is about him. What exactly did he do to her? Is it reversible? Should he just run away from her? 

“I’m sorry, Mom.” Her voice was quiet, broken. A sound that shattered his heart into a million pieces. He cannot see her broken. He needed to keep his distance away to save her. 

Yuta stepped to the side and almost slipped if not for his quick reflex in holding onto the ledge of the balcony. It caused a small cut on his finger and a drop of blood appeared from the wound.

Blood. In a house of vampires. How great!

He heard the door of her room closed followed by her weak voice calling his name. How did she know that he was here? Is it the blood? Then, does the whole house know that he is here in her place? He had to come inside.

The sight of the girl looking as pale as moonlight while laying on her bed crushed him. What has he done to her? “How long have you been outside?” He hated that her voice was this hoarse, and hated that she looked so sick. “Yuta…” 

“Stop talking!” He shouted in a rather loud voice that made her visibly flinch. “Did I do this to you?” She was about to speak but Yuta had to glare. The girl weakly shook her head. Yuta sighed then sat on the side of her bed. Even he, himself, knew that it was all just a lie. “Is it because we kissed?” Again, a shake of her head. Why can’t she stop lying? “Can I do anything to make you better?” Yuta moved closer to her. “Can I do anything to save you?” 

The girl gently pushed him away, gulping hard as if stopping herself from doing something. “I’m dangerous. You should run away from me.” The desperation in her voice broke Yuta. He doesn’t want to run away from her. If anything, he wants to stay with her. “Staying with me is dangerous, Yuta.”

“I know,” He started. “But I love you and I want to hurt even more desperately in this destiny.”  

“You have no idea…” 

“You’re a vampire,” Yuta claimed, her warm brown eyes widening in surprise. “You’re pale, you always wanted to be alone, you’re always in the shade.” He listed down, “And your eyes change colors when there’s blood.” 

Her eyes were warm, an expression of fright seen on her face. “Dad was right. I should have erased your memory back then.” 

Yuta moved closer as his breath tickled her lips, “I still would have fallen in love with you.” He whispered before leaning in to kiss her lips. It was a gentle kiss, a soft kiss different from what they shared in the music room. Her breathing was heavy and Yuta had to break off the kiss to check on her. She looked paler than before. Is she allergic to kisses? Should he not kiss her? But it probably isn’t that. 

He remembered from the book he read that vampires don't necessarily take human blood to drink. That’s what rogue vampires do. And it was the answer in Yuta’s mind on how their father works in the hospital even if he was a vampire. But once they have the taste of a human’s blood, it will be like a drug to them. Y/N bit him when they kissed, she had a taste of his blood. 

He’s now a drug to Y/N. The reason why she refused to drink the blood given to her and was just sitting on her bedside table. And for her not to die, there’s one thing he should do. “Bite me.” The girl stared at him in surprise. Yuta cocked his head to the side, his neck in full access to her. “Just bite me, Y/N.” 

The inhibitions in her expression were gone. She flashed her pointy teeth before sinking it into Yuta’s neck. He grabbed the sheets to prevent himself from making a sound at the pain of what she did. A pain that was changed into a feeling of being light-headed real quick. A foreign feeling as if he was floating in clouds. His body felt cold, shivering in thrills.

And then everything went black. 

—---

The room was dark when Yuta opened his eyes. His initial thought was a basement but a certain voice made him realize where he was. “Did you have an amazing sleep?” Jung Jaehyun’s room. The guy who owned the room clucked his tongue as he switched off the turntable. “It didn’t occur to me that you’ll be that serious of my sister.” 

Yuta sat up from his bed, eyeing the room. The curtains are closed and there’s only a faint light coming from a small night light by the bed. “I’ve heard a lot of things about you Yuta Nakamoto and being smart isn’t one of them.” He squinted his eyes at the remark. “Now that you know what our family is, I hope you won't put your life in danger.” Jaehyun left some fabric on top of the bed before fixing the tie of his uniform. “Hurry up, we’ll be late for school.” 

Jaehyun’s uniform was bigger on Yuta’s body but what makes the morning uncomfortable is being the only human in a house full of vampires. Yuta smiled when Y/N came down the stairs, in her uniform, looking livelier than when he saw her last night. She sat on the vacant seat beside Yuta, just in front of her brother. “Are you feeling better?” Yuta asked and she nodded, grinning at him. 

She looks well. That was a good sign. 

The father of the household went down and Yuta stood up to greet him. Y/N was the one who introduced Yuta and he just nodded while smiling, claiming that he already knew him from the hospital. "So, Mr. Nakamoto," he started. "Where are your parents?" 

Yuta shook his head. "They died when I was young." The twins looked at him in surprise as their mother gasped. "I lived in a foster house until I have enough to live on my own," Jaehyun whispered to the other girl if she knew about it and she just shook her head making Yuta laugh. "Don't worry. This is the first time I shared that fact with anyone." 

The older man had a serious look before putting both his hands on the table. "I'm sorry about that." He then pursed his lips. "But you do know that by pursuing my daughter, you're not just putting your life in danger but also our own kind of people." Yuta had to look at the steak on his plate. He didn't realize how huge this is. "When the time comes, our priority is our people." 

"I understand, Doctor Jung." The older girl lightly glanced at her daughter before Yuta continued, "But I'm serious about Y/N and you can trust me in keeping your identity a secret." His hand held Y/N's hand that was above the table, "If the time comes, I'm willing to die for Y/N." The girl beside him gasped at that statement and their mother smiled at him warmly. 

The older woman held her husband’s hand, mimicking the same way Yuta held her daughter’s hand. “Honey, let’s trust Yuta. I can say that he’s serious about our daughter.” The older man nodded, tapping the other’s hand. “Let’s spare Yuta his memories for now.” 

—----

Y/N and Yuta were inseparable. Classmates would always note that Yuta had changed so much because of Y/N and it was the truth. A lot has changed because of her. Who would have thought that vampires do exist? And in this world full of humans? If he's going to tell anyone, they might think that he's crazy. 

He doesn't usually read but he always has books, made-up stories about vampires, that made him obsessed. Y/N would always laugh at him, claiming that they don't disintegrate in sunlight or die because of garlic or a cross. 

Since he's always at their house, he learned some things about her kind. That they have fantastic stamina, the reason why Jaehyun still looks like his model self even after PE class. That they drink pig's blood rather than human blood because it's morally right. And it was the answer to why her father can work in the hospital. 

Her parents are very fond of him. Even reaching to the point where they favor Yuta over his little silly arguments with Jaehyun, their own son. It was like their daughter’s boyfriend is a massive part of their family. 

So it wasn’t a surprise when he got invited to the annual party her family hosts. 

The night was filled with dances and formal wear. Her mom even bought Yuta his own tuxedo and he marveled at how gorgeous his girlfriend looked in her silver ball gown. They truly are a picture-perfect family, looking like models on the runway. And everyone invited probably thought of the same thing as they exclaimed in awe when the four members were on the mini-stage. Yuta wondered if they were all vampires. Is he the only human around here? He hoped not. Or it will be trouble.

“Hi,” she greeted with a wide smile on her face. Yuta mirrored the same expression before tucking a lost hair behind her ear. “Are you enjoying yourself?” 

The guy only smiled widely, “The food is amazing.” He complimented before grinning wider, “You look amazing.” Yuta noticed how a group of people stared at him and her, surprising him. He stepped forward and whispered, “Just a little curious, am I the only human here?” 

Y/N had to turn back to glance at the people he was looking at. "Dad has some co-workers as guests." She lightly chuckled, “Are you worried about that?” Yuta bit his lip. Should he be worried? “Dad put scent blockers on you so the vampires wouldn’t smell your blood.” He gave a breath of relief and she held his hand tight. “Come with me.” 

He stayed in his place that startled her, “We’re not doing something that your parents would disapprove of, right?” She giggled before shaking her head. Why is he suddenly disappointed?    

The garden looked lively with the lights her mother designed it with. The mini fountain lights up in different colors and the flowers bloom so colorful that everything looks like a  dream. Wait, is this even a dream? Even Y/N, who walks under the fairy lights, looked so lovely that he’s scared none of these were true. His hold on her was tight, not wanting to let her go even for a bit. “What is it?”

Yuta shook his head, a wide smile kept appearing on his lips. “Nothing.” He whispered before gently pulling her hand closer. “You are just so beautiful.” They stopped in the middle of the garden, just staring at each other. 

It was fast but he didn't complain. Yuta doesn’t know if he was the one who made the first move or her. Who kissed who first? Her lips were soft, tongue tasting like mint that it made him dizzy. His body felt so hot as if getting a fever. 

She let go of the kiss, breathing warmly against his jaw as she pressed butterfly kisses down his neck. “Yuta,” she called in a low voice, sending shivers down his spine. “You smell so good.” Her lips were warm against his neck. A pleasurable feeling. “I want you.” Yuta had to bite down a moan at how hot that sounded coming from her lips.

“Y/N,” a female voice called that snapped Yuta back to his senses. Standing in front of the two of them was a gorgeous female in her bright red dress, long black hair, and black stilettos. “I’m sorry if I ruined the moment.” A smirk played along her cherry-red lips. 

The girl beside Yuta stiffened. “Auntie,” she asked before pulling him behind her. Her aunt? But she looks so young. “I didn't know Dad invited you.” 

The pale woman smiled devilishly. “He didn’t. But I’m family, aren’t I?” The way she said those words are chillingly cold. Who is this? Why is Y/N looking scared? “Your boyfriend?”

Before she could say something, a bass booming voice called for the other woman’s name. “There was a reason I didn’t send you an invite.” Y/N’s dad. “Leave before you cause trouble.” 

She gave a longing look at Yuta before disappearing. The younger guy had to blink twice to confirm what was happening. Y/N looked worried at her dad before asking her to go inside, leaving Yuta with her dad. “I can smell your blood rush from the inside,” he claimed once there were only the two of them. Yuta’s eyes widened in surprise. But he didn’t get hurt. “I’m not against you dating my daughter but please tone down the passion. She’s still my young girl.”  

They can smell his arousal? This is embarrassing. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” The older tapped his shoulder, smiling. 

When Yuta went back inside the party, all eyes were on him. Why are they staring like that? Did they smell him like her dad? Then he might be in trouble. They’re all vampires. What if there’s a rogue one who wants his blood? 

Maybe he should just leave. 

Y/N was worried when he said goodbye but Yuta just reasoned out that he was getting a headache. Jaehyun even commented that he might have to take care of something other than his head. The thoughts were confirmed, they could really smell his arousal. This is so embarrassing—more reason to leave early. 

He promised to call Y/N once he was almost home. Her voice can be heard on the other line as he inputs the code for his room. “Do you want me to come and ask Dad to check on you?” She asked, making Yuta laugh. She’s too worried, it’s endearing. 

“I’m fine. I’ll just sleep this off.” He stopped in his tracks when he opened the door. A female figure was standing in the middle of his room. What is she doing here? Did she follow him? How did she get inside? He felt his body tense up, he cannot move. Is this some spell? “YN,” he called, breathing shallowly as his heart started beating fast. “I love you.”  

He didn’t hear her answer and just put down his phone. “I know why my niece is so obsessed with her human boyfriend.” The woman started, walking to where he is, holding his shoulder and dragging a finger on his neck. Her sharp fingernail created a small cut then dabbed her fingertip with his blood. Erotically, she licked her finger and then hummed. “You taste so good.” 

Yuta had to stop his breathing. He knew this was his death. How cliche is it to fall in love with a vampire yet get killed by her own kind? This is the danger of knowing about what they are. 

Blood rushed to his system but not in the same way as when Y/N did this to him. This bite feels painful, like a poison filling his veins. Every memory flashed in his mind: his parents, the orphanage, the adrenaline of fighting, his friends at school, and Y/N. This is definitely his death. 

His body felt cold, wet. In a daze, he can see water above him. He’s drowning. But why? How? He saw a pair of arms taking him out of the water before his vision turned black once again. “Is he still alive?” A female voice. Y/N. “Dad, please tell me Yuta is still alive.” She sounded so broken, so desperate. 

“Y/N, he’s sucked out of blood and Auntie drowned him. There’s no way he’s still alive.” The cries became louder with what Jaehyun claimed.   

Everything is quiet and Yuta can feel his body getting dragged somewhere deep. A booming voice can be heard before his consciousness failed him, “There is still something we can do.” 

—----

Yuta woke up feeling light-headed. The curtains of his room were closed so he had to look at his phone to check what the time was. To his surprise, it was already late. He had to run at this rate. Hastily, he prepared for school and made sure that he had enough time to ride the bus. 

He was running from the bus stop to the school grounds, along some students who were already sweating through their uniforms. Once he arrived at his homeroom, his seatmate greeted him with a shake of his head. "Late again?" Yuta chuckled but the other shook his head. "I can't believe you ran from the bus stop. Why are you not sweating?" But Yuta just smiled, shrugging it off. 

His gaze fell on a certain desk by the window. Something should be there. Someone should be sitting there. Where is she? 

Instead of soccer practice, he found himself walking to the dark hallways of the music room. It's usually unoccupied but at the far end of the rooms, he could hear the fleeting music of the piano. La Mer. The Sea. 

Why is she so obsessed with the sea? 

Y/N turned around hearing Yuta clapping after finishing her piece. "Why aren't you in class?" he asked, sitting beside her. His fingers started playing the same notes she was playing earlier. "Do you want to go to the sea, Y/N?"

The girl giggled before pushing the music sheet in front of him. "Again?" Yuta smiled. "If my dad was normal, he would ground me for going home late last night." 

"Your dad loves me." She smiled, nodding. He did. His fingers skillfully played the notes of the classical piece, "But I love you more." 

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Are you hungry?" 

Yuta grinned, shaking his head. "But that is tempting." The girl had to laugh at that. "I'm so sick of pig's blood. How can you keep drinking the same…?" He stopped seeing the girl bunch her hair on the side, the side of her neck in full access for him. 

The innate thirst for blood came to him like a shock. His mouth was so dry that he could easily feel the appearance of sharp fangs. From the reflection on the tinted window, he saw how his eyes turned from black to light brown. "You didn't get enough sleep again," Y/N scolded, "I told you to bite me before leaving last night." 

"I can't." 

"Yuta, it's normal for new vampires to feel that hunger." She held his cheek, urging him to not suppress his inner desires. "And it's my job, as your sire, to help you." 

The guy leaned his head on her shoulder, nose lingering on the side of her neck to smell her. "I don't want to always ask you for this," he whispered before licking the side of her neck. "But I badly want you." His teeth sank into her skin, a moan escaping her lips. 

Yuta felt the warmness traveling through his body. Her blood tasted so sweet that he was getting crazy. "Sorry," she whispered. "I made you one of us." His hand held hers, tongue licking the remaining blood from her neck. "I was so scared seeing you lifeless in the tub. When dad suggested letting you drink my blood…" 

He hushed her up, not wanting to hear the guilt in her voice once again. "This is the best thing that ever happened to me, Y/N." He smiled, white fangs tainted with blood in perfect view. "I didn't regret being a vampire if it meant being with you forever." Yuta leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips before leaning in once again to place butterfly kisses on her lips. "Let's get some food in you, you're getting colder." 

"Want to buy some pig's blood?" 

Yuta looked disgusted, "I had my fill." She chuckled. "Besides…" he started, linking their hands together. "If given a choice of blood," he continued, smiling warmly at her. "You're my favorite, my sire."  

"You'll always be my favorite." 

[satureja13]

It's sunday and Saiwa is taking a day off from working all week long on their game and the device to send messages and produce over to the Muggle World. Today he's going to spend all day trying to bring Kiyoshi back! Since the day he started talking a few days ago Saiwa is pondering about things that could trigger his way back. And then he remembered the Cat Café. And how Kiyoshi had reacted on the cats. Goats are animals too and so they went to care for the goats. And really. Kiyoshi hugged his Little Goat!

And again he exitedly mumbled something that sounded like 'I like Bird!'... Saiwa sighs. He knows that Kiyoshi needs time to adjust to this world and even to how time passes here. Spending a few decades as a tree surely messed him up. But it's time he comes back and they can talk to each other and set things right. Saiwa can't be Kiyoshi's 'Bird'...

Kiyoshi wasn't around that often to get to know him very well and he kept his life mostly a secret but Saiwa remembered something else. He took Kiyoshi over to Jack's Nectar Shop.

Saiwa: "Jack, do you remember your wine and cheese cellar at the Invisible Farm? Kiyoshi loved to be there and make his cheese!" Sure, he loved to be there, but mostly to secretly make out with Jack... But he can't tell Saiwa this -.- He swore by his life he'd never tell anyone. It's time Kiyoshi comes back to set things right. He'll never be able to heal if he can't talk with his friends about what happened between them.

Saiwa started making cheese and it seems to make Kiyoshi happy. Of course it does -.- He was babbling all the time, just no one could understand a single word. As if he was mumbling in his sleep.

Sai left them alone for a few minutes to go to the bathroom (alone!) Jack to Kiyoshi: "I knew since you left the farm that you are Saiwa's fated mate. I just don't understand why you did all this with me then. Was I just a substitute for Saiwa? Did you really step back so Sai and Jeb could be together? End this uncertainty. Come back and set things right. We are hurting. I'm just trying to get over us. It's so painful, you can't imagine."

When Sai was back, Jack went over to his houseboat to give Ji Ho 'Lessons in how to love Vlad' again ^^' Today they are talking about Vlad's qualities.

Jack: "... and he's so talented! He's an amazing writer and painter. And you won't believe me when I say this, but he can really be funny! And he's so handsome! And he's a good kisser!" Ji Ho: "Vlad is utterly beautiful. I was stunned when I first saw him..." Jack: "And then he hissed at you and was mean..." Ji Ho sighed: "And then he hissed at me and was mean... But I agree, he's a fantastic kisser."

Jack: "And I'm glad he has his black eyes back. The normal eyes were creepy. Do you think the Bond still tells him to kill us?" Vlad: "Not the Bond. But I somehow feel the urge to kill you, Jack..." Jack to Ji Ho: "He's just kidding ^^'" and to Vlad: "It's not wise to torpedo my efforts here!"

Vlad sighs. Why again was Jack his best friend? And why does he always have to overhear such conversations? This is so embarrassing! But Ji Ho thinks he's a fantastic kisser! And that he's 'utterly beautiful'! (And there he smiled :3 too bad no one witnesses it.)

Outtakes Caught Jeb watching TV when I logged in. With gritted teeth, like the cat below the TV ^^' Poor Jeb, he can't bear watching couples kissing while he's loosing his Giigs to Kiyoshi...

'Now, I'm lookin' to the sky to save me Lookin' for a sign of life Lookin' for somethin' to help me burn out bright And I'm lookin' for a complication Lookin' cause I'm tired of lyin' Make my way back home when I learn to fly high

I think I'm dyin' nursing patience It can wait one night I'd give it all away if you give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything's alright'

Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters (The MV is worth a watch! Witch Jack Black and Kyle Gass from Tenacious D!)

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