#hopefully that won't bite me in the ass some day

[killerchickadee]

The perils of being a smoker in the city and being very very nice, today I've had FOUR cigarettes bummed off me. And I don't smoke cheap shit.

But A. my neighborhood has a lot of homeless people and addicts, and they're usually the ones asking. Ngl if I was homeless (again) I'd be chain smoking. And anyway they deserve kindness they're not going to get from a lot of people. I can afford cigaretted and if they can't, well. Here you go. And 2. it might sound weird (if you've never smoked, because smokers all know it's a very social activity) but it's how I engage with people in the neighborhood? Like this is my community and I'm actually pretty shy and don't have friends here (I have 1 (one) friend here), but that little moment of human connection. The first guy today started chatting with me about my red hair. The second guy gave me a little flower and told me to make a wish. I'm a loner by nature but that also means sometimes I'm just lonely, and just a two second interaction with someone is like. Cool. Humanity is great.

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi bunny!

Can I please have Belgian waffles, angel food cake and on the house ( hopefully that is the correct thing to say) with max or danny or both 🫶

Love all you have written 🫶🫶

bakery menu

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! it's great to hear what orders you come up with! as for this lovely request from @biancathecool thank you! and yes i can write for the other two drivers you sent in another message (their names escape me as i write this), but yes! hit me with it!! thank you! enjoy!

belgian waffles ("i cum in that every night.") + angel food cake ("if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you.") + on the house: coffee (rivals au) served by max verstappen & daniel ricciardo (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, threesome, maxiel + reader, rivals au, ferrari!reader, cock & pussy drunk, degrading language/dirty talk, mean!max, mean!daniel, rough sex, dom/sub, biting/marking, possessive beheaviour, hate fuck, facials & back shots, cum eating

sharing was caring, at least in daniel's eyes. he had shared a lot of things over the course of his friendship with max verstappen. there were normal things like food, plane rides, they spent weekends together even. he could even recall a night austin when they both shared the same girl for an evening.

so it only made sense that daniel ricciardo would share his favourite rival. the cute little thing on the ferrari team. lucky number forty-seven.

max was mad by the end of the dutch grand prix. one clip from you, another from leclerc. he was getting pummelled by the prince and princess of ferrari on his home turf. and that left a bitter taste in his mouth as he hit his helmet against the wall once the race was over.

you dressed in your ferrari red, beaming at charles who came in first. ferrari took first and second while the lion of the netherlands barely clung to fifth. as you and charles sprayed champagne on each other and laughed, max could feel the anger in his veins.

and daniel was like the devil in max's ear, "hey max, seem kind of pissed." he placed his hand on max's shoulder, "you know, i'm seeing her after this... in my hotel room. you're free to join us, maybe get some of that anger out." he patted the other man's shoulder.

max's jaw tensed for a moment as he got a full view of you on the podium, laughing and waving. max couldn't very well put you under his boot, but he could make a mess of your pretty insides.

"we have a guest tonight." daniel chuckled as he served you more wine.

you were in the hotel room robe with very little underneath. you were tired of wearing clothes after being in that stuffy uniform all day. you happily accepted the wine and brought the glass to your lips, "guest? you didn't."

daniel chuckled and put the bottle down back on the coffee table, "word won't get out. he's good at keeping secrets." he patted your thigh.

the wine tasted good, expensive in a way that you weren't accustomed to. you had your fair share of grocery store wine, but the more that daniel lured you in with the finer things in life. it was getting harder to go back to your old ways. money couldn't buy taste, but it could buy flavor.

there was a knock on the door and daniel got up. you took sight of his ass in those the sweatpants he wore. there was no use looking formal, you were both here for the same thing.

daniel didn't say who the guest of the evening was. but you almost spilled red wine all over yourself at the sight of max on the other side of the door.

"daniel." you said, "not max."

daniel looked over his shoulder and smiled, "c'mon, princess. i can assure you that he won't hurt you... too much." that gleaming smile of his always seemed to get you into more trouble.

you put the glass down and kept your focus on the two men as max entered the hotel room.

"she looks good." max said as if you weren't in the room with them. you swallowed when he looked at you, "she looks better without the uniform on."

"max..." you said.

"well you know, mate." daniel smiled "i cum in that every night." your arrangement had been going on for some time. it didn't help that you lived in the same building during the off season and he'd often visit you in your driver's room. often to get a taste of that soaked cunt he adored.

your ears went hot as you replied, "danny, what the fuck."

max took a step forward and got his shoes off. he stood there in a white t-shirt and jeans. his eyes gazed with hunger on you. it made you close your robe a little more.

"princess." daniel said as he went back to the couch and pulled you close to him, "i think you own max an apology. you've been fucking with him, toying with him. i see how you look at him, when i mention his name you get wet." his grip on you grew tighter, "it's only right you make amends for your team."

you were soon seated in the middle of the couch between the two men. usually the routine with daniel was that you two would have some wine, indulge in kinky and he'd often cuddle you until you made a hasty escape back to your hotel room before anyone caught on.

but there was a look in daniel's eye that had you worried. it felt like you were between two lions who wanted nothing more than to sink their claws into you. chew you up and devour you whole.

daniel started to undo the robe you wore, while max held you face in a tight grip. you weren't going anywhere fast. daniel's lips were on the back of your neck, in a sensitive spot and max was kissing you deeply

"are you going to be good for us, princess?" daniel asked before he made you keep eye contact with max by holding onto your hair.

you looked into the other's blue eyes and swallowed, "you two are sick."

max raised an eyebrow at you before his gaze looked to daniel, "seems you haven't trained her." he spoke about you like you were a dog, not the second place of this weekend's race.

daniel got a hand around your throat and held onto it tightly, he tilted your head back to look at him. he said in a soft voice, "you're making my look bad. i promised our good friend max here a good night tonight."

you swallowed, you felt something boil in your stomach. like it was all going to boil over soon. you were sandwiched between two men who honestly hated you after the grand prix.

you looked at daniel for a moment before you said, "sorry, sir."

"and you'll be good for our friend tonight? treat him nicely. no teeth, no attitude?"

you nodded like an eager puppy and daniel kissed you on the lips. you were pushed up further against the australian driver as max pressed further into you. further being squished between the two men.

when you stopped kissing daniel, max captured your lips once more. you held onto the back of the couch with one hand as a means of some sort of support.

you were stripped of your robe before daniel made you get off the couch and onto the bed in the other room. you scampered away on shaky legs, basically exposed to both men. you could feel their gazes on you.

"why not the couch?" max asked, it would've been easy for max to fold you in half or toss you over the couch.

daniel chuckled and slapped his friend on the shoulder, "it'll be more comfortable for us on the bed. she's pretty flexible, can fuck her about anywhere. but i'd love for us to have a little more comfort." then got off the couch to join you with the dutch driver close behind.

you knew that if you wanted to keep your underwear in one piece, you had to get them off before the other men came. your kicked off your panties and your bra was on the floor before you sat on top of the bed, one leg over the other.

this all felt so sick, it was almost degrading. their stares and their words pierced through you and left your brain running on carnal desires.

you watched them come in, and you tried to make yourself appear a tad smaller, but daniel's voice made you sit up straight once more.

"show them off, princess."

daniel was on you first, he clothes went flying as he smothered you against him. he weight on top of you kept you pinned down to the hotel room bed.

he kissed you with a fever, only breaking it to get his t-shirt off over his head. you felt the leg of his jeans grind against your soaked sex which made you whimper.

he looked over his shoulder for a moment to say to max, "come on in, the water's fine." before he went back to kissing you with a heated passion.

max was slower to get his clothes off. everything came off slowly as he felt a throb between his legs. watching his friend make you a debauched mess.

daniel was a good friend, letting max have a taste of you. letting him sink his teeth into you. and you were such a good little girl for letting max enact his revenge for your little stunt on the track. maybe that'll teach you.

you were meant to look pretty for ferrari, their logo plastered across your pretty tits, not to get in the way of men like max and daniel.

daniel got away from you and propped himself on the bed beside you. his expression was wild and his cheeks were hot. "c'mon there, maxie! don't be so shy!"

max was in his briefs and you swallowed at you looked at him. even so physically exposed, his gaze remained stern on you. you knew he could crack jokes and be funny. but your (almost) win left something searing inside of him.

you swallowed and with a bit of confidence you crooked your finger at him, "yeah, mad max."

"wouldn't be so mad if you gave me a reason not to be, princess."

you swallowed and tried to bite back, in a last ditch effort to gain some sort of control between these two men, "maybe you should race better."

the corner of max's mouth twitched before he looked at daniel, "i'm taking her throat." before he got onto the bed and got himself up against the headboard, he gave his thigh a pat.

daniel was in your space once more, hand on your hip as he said, "you heard the man, hands and knees, princess."

you got between max's legs, your front pressed against the bed to give you the best chance to suck his cock. your ass was stuck up to give daniel a good angle as well. you were to be used.

you looked up at max, his cock pressed against your cheek. you let out a shuddered breath.

"not much of a princess." he said as he took your hair in his hand. his grip was tight, not enough to rip any of it out. but firm enough to guide you onto his cock.

daniel slapped your ass before he placed those large hands on your hips. he chuckled in response, "more like a whore. i wonder what ferrari would think of this? sandwiched between two other drivers. shame, shame." he rubbed his tip up against your wet slit as you started to suck max off.

max held onto your hair as you got your lips around his cock. he took back anything he said about you not being trained. you sucked cock like an obedient dog.

daniel noticed max's expression and chuckled, "i told you she would be good for you." their gaze's met and he added, "took her about eight months to lose that gag reflex. now she's the cock sucking champ of formula one."

max felt something unfamiliar curl in his stomach, "do you share her often?"

daniel shook his head, "no way. she's isn't some whore i give out at parties. we're friends, max. and she needs to learn a lesson."

max looked down at you and pinched your cheek, "if charles fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you." a threat about your teammate. that you were responsible for the entire team. to not upset the likes of max verstappen.

daniel was lapping this up. he knew that sometimes you could be a bit mouthy in the bedroom, so it was nice to have someone fill that gap. keep you nice and quiet.

you whimpered when daniel stuffed his cock inside of you suddenly and your back arched more which allowed the man to push further into you. you were drooling around max's cock, having it almost choke you.

"always wondered how she got in." max said idly as he ran his fingers through your hair. he kept an eye on how well you choked down his cock, "i know her daddy didn't buy her way in. she wasn't the best in any race she was in." he spoke like you weren't in the room. he pushed his cock deeper, your nose in his trimmed pubic hair, "did you give mister vasseur head, princess?"

you met his gaze like you were going to respond but the driver's cock in your mouth left you unable to form much of a sentence. max liked when you looked at him, below him. less than.

"danny won't pass you around, but i bet every head principal got a taste of you." max said, "i be you started with the best and worked your way down." he gripped onto your hair tighter, "whored yourself out for a good contract."

you whimpered, his demeaning words made you cunt tighten around daniel's cock. you were a good driver! you knew that! you came in second and these two were acting like you has the worst record in modern f1!

daniel smirked as he groped your ass cheek, threatening to bruise the skin with his grasp, "while i would agree with you." he licked his lips, "she had actually never had sex before we started to mess around. it only started because she just got so fuckin' turned on after races. taught her everything i could."

max's expression looked surprise, "oh.." he looked down at you once more, "seems you've been a good girl for daniel. i'm surprised, given that mouth of yours. but i guess you just need something to occupy it."

you whined as you felt daniel's cock deep in you. you were being fucked both ways. the princess of ferrari made a mess of. you held onto max's bare thighs and let out a small whimper as they continued their motions against you.

daniel seduced you early on with that laid back attitude, but the more he unwrapped about you. the more he knew that you were just a little slut waiting to happen. you had been a good girl your entire life and now handed a lot of freedom and piles of cash, you needed someone to reign you in.

thankfully daniel liked to keep his favourite rival on a short leash.

"i think after tonight, she'll be a little more gentle on the track." daniel pushed you further into the bed, which made max's cock hit past where your gag reflex used to be.

you felt raw all over, there were a few stray tears in your eyes. but yet it all excited you. letting these two enact their wrath over your second placement.

"she better be." max replied.

the two of them continued to fuck you and you were subject for wave after wave of pleasure. you felt sore all over. daniel's cock rearranging your guts while max's cock was cutting off proper air circulation.

depraved nonsense.

"prettier when she's quiet." daniel mentioned.

max chuckled in response, his cheeks stained pink, "of course she's greedy enough for two cocks."

daniel was the first to finished, he quickly pulled out and jerked off on your back before he finished all over your skin. covering your lower back in pearly white cum. you groaned at the feeling of it across your back, the mess that was made.

"don't cum until our guest finishes. it's called being polite, princess" he said, his voice hot in your lust ridden head.

you mouth on max was sloppy, the driver made sure that you were taking it all the way to the base. and when he was close to finishing, he pulled out of your mouth and stroked his cock until he made a total mess. letting cum land across your cheeks and up into your hair.

max rested against the headboard and looked at the mess he made. if only he had his phone.

"she's something else. if only she brought that energy to every race." daniel chuckled.

you whimpered and tried not to get cum all over the hotel sheets. the embarrassment of house keeping finding it made you want to die. but you weren't covered in cum for long. soon you were fed the cum all over your face and back by the men who put it all over you.

their fingers shoved in your mouth as you whined. their digits dragged across your teeth and the inside of your cheek. they made sure to get the seed all over your tongue so you'd taste them for the next few hours.

number forty-seven for ferrari was a good driver, but an even better cum slut.

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you woke up in the morning rested against daniel's chest. while that felt familiar and all. there was no way both of his arms were wrapped around your waist like that.

you lifted your head and saw max holding you from behind. the previous night came back to you and you tried to move. but max's arms tightened around you.

"where are you going, princess? we're not done." max's sleepy voice could be heard.

daniel's eyes slightly opened before he pressed your head back to his chest. he held you there for a moment and added, "you're not getting away that easily."

your eyes went wide for a moment. the princess of ferrari had fallen into the jaws of the f1's most ferocious predators. you laid there for a moment, your hand across daniel's chest. you swallowed, there was no where you could hide that daniel and max wouldn't find you.

daniel gripped the back of your head for a moment. he believed in sharing with his good friend max verstappen. didn't matter if it was a slice of pizza, an extra euro for a vending machine, or the princess he had meticulously trained. <3

[verysium]

some thought on us/reader/yn (i don’t know how to address it lol 😭) and seeing ex-boyfriend, who preferably myb cheated and now is dump struck how we got a new boyfriend/it’s been some time since last seeing ex)

um.....i'm assuming the bllk boys are the new boyfriend for this. hopefully, that's what you meant, but here you go anon:

kaiser absolutely thrives off this situation. this is the perfect chance to stroke his ego, so he's going to take full advantage of it. definitely notices your ex before you do and tugs you closer, arm wrapped around your waist, nose buried in your hair. obviously, you can't see his facial expression, but you can tell by the way he's smirking that he's definitely up to no good. when your ex finally realizes that your new boyfriend is THE michael kaiser, he's like... 😏 that's right bitch. keep ogling. y/n's doing so much better without you. even better if your ex is actually a fan of kaiser. his sadistic ass will not let that go. you want my autograph or something? oh wait...sorry i don't give out autographs to losers. deliberately sets out on a mission to make your ex's day an absolute hell, and he's smug about it too. once your ex is gone, he looks back and asks...so did i do good? no, you don't need to thank me. i'm already thanking myself. (he's so stupid....i love him.)

sae's reaction is encapsulated in one word. side-eye. he won't actually say anything, but the judgmental aura leeching off him is already enough to send your ex running in the opposite direction. i don't even think your interaction is going to last more than one minute because sae is just so intimidating. the entirety of japan already knows who he is, and compared to him, your ex is an absolute nobody. poor guy will probably never recover especially after seeing you and sae on the front of every tabloid, magazine, and news channel. his ego is broken, masculinity in ruins, reputation in tatters. and honestly.....serves him right.

rin holds an even stronger grudge than you do. he never lets any personal slight go without consequence. probably still holding every single mistake your ex has made in the past five years over his head. what did you even see in him? he's a lukewarm piece of shit. again....like sae, i don't think you would even need to say anything because rin's death glare already says enough.

shidou needs a restraining order because i don't think your ex is going to make it out alive. probably goes straight for the throat too. he genuinely enjoys seeing other people in pain whether physically or emotionally. will probably make out with you right in front of your ex just to fuck with his mind a little bit. hand placement is key. he places one hand behind your head and the other one grasps your ass. uses a lot of tongue. leaves you winded with starry eyes and swollen lips before he maniacally grins at your ex. he definitely enjoyed that a little too much.

barou has a quiet but menacing aura. he's very tall, so i think he would likely tower over your ex. and uh...have you seen his physique? he would probably cross his arms, and his biceps would bulge, and he would whisper in the lowest, most chilling tone: you got a fucking problem? and that's about all it takes because your ex may be a wimp but at least he has enough self-preservation to know you don't mess with someone like barou. probably kisses you on the forehead after that and his voice softens just tad...you okay, baby? (dfhkjsdhf i just blushed)

nagi wouldn't really care. nothing fazes him, especially not your ex because he's in the past now and that makes him irrelevant. but he definitely does not back down from subtly throwing some insults. oh...him? he's just y/n's ex. a weak guy not worth the hassle. don't bother. if your ex is stupid enough to actually confront him though....he's not going to hold back. shut up. you sure bark a lot for someone with no bite. pet store's two blocks away. maybe you should check out a new collar. lmao nagi can be painfully rude when he wants to be.

[exhaslo]

Over-Time Ch3

(CEO!Miguel x Shy/Clumsy!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2

Warning: MINORS DNI, eventual smut, slow-burn, mentions of sex, bullying, cussing, fluff

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"On behalf of those of us at Alchemax, we would like to welcome you to our company. Please arrive at the Human Resources floor tomorrow with the information sent via email. We are happy to have you join us."

The shudder in your voice as you resisted the urge to squeal was sharp. You were at your current job, trying to hide from the crowd outside. This phone call was important, you told everyone that, and you were glad you took it.

"(Y/N)! GET OUT HERE WE NEED YOUR CLUMSY ASS!"

You yelped towards your coworker. Tears threatening to spill towards their harsh tone. Luckily you had just finished the phone call. How cruel could they be?

Hurrying back onto the floor, you yelped as another coworker tossed you a bunch of orders. Hurrying towards you station, you tried your best to make the orders but the pressure was getting to you. Everyone's yelling and the pace was too much.

"Strawberries, (Y/N)! Not Blackberries! Damn!"

"S-Sorry," You whimpered.

You hated working here. You hated this job, but this was the only place that could hire you fresh out of college. Everywhere you really wanted to work claimed that you didn't have enough work experience. Well how the hell were you supposed to get that if they didn't give you a shot?

"Hey, goofball, you're taking my shift tomorrow."

"H-Huh?!" You questioned, spilling the drink you were making, "Ah! No, no-"

"It's from 7am to 2pm."

"I-I can't!" You stuttered, trying to clean the mess you made, "I-I have s-something....something important to do!"

"Well change your plans, I already told the manager that you're taking my shift, goofball." Your coworker snapped before bumping into you, "Stop fucking up the drinks!"

You were biting the inside of your cheek as you tried your best to hold back your tears. You weren't going to let your cruel coworkers ruin your chance at a better life. You weren't going to deal with them anymore after today.

You just had to finish your shift.

And never look back.

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You woke up early for Alchemax. Triple checked all of your paperwork and identification. This was the most prepared you were ever going to be. You had blocked your current job from calling you so they wouldn't stress you out.

You even had some time to bake a small 'thank you' cake for Miguel, if you got the chance to see him. You were truly grateful for his help in getting you here. Hopefully it won't look weird on your end. This was just your way of thanking someone.

Once you arrived, you went up to the Human Resources floor to submit your information. As you waited, you focused on the elevator and saw Lyla step out.

"Ah, there you are." Lyla chirped, approaching you.

It was night and day from when you saw her during the interview. She was much more peppy than before.

"G-Good...morning," You whispered, feeling slightly nervous as to why she was looking for you.

"Is all her paperwork done?" Lyla asked the front desk lady, "Perfect, (Y/N), grab your stuff and follow me. I'm going to show you around~"

"Oh....Thank you,"

This felt strange. As you collected all of your things, you hurried behind Lyla. She was so nice and friendly. You weren't used to this, so it was a nice change of pace.

"Now that you're officially hired with us, you'll be getting paid for your time here today. I'm going to show you around the building first, then your station. I'm sure you'll love working here~!"

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Miguel grunted lowly as Lyla abandoned him during an important meeting. She wanted to meet you personally, leaving Miguel to suffer with the wolves. Miguel had very little patience with these men and now it was going to get worse.

Once the meeting was over, Miguel hurried back to his office. He needed a drink. There was only so much stupid and ignorance that he could deal with. Being a CEO was difficult. The patience that Miguel had to show was honestly a talent.

"This is the cafeteria! We have a large selection of goods here,"

Miguel could hear Lyla's voice from one of this monitors. Honestly, that woman was good at testing Miguel.

"Whoa, h-how much do we have....to pay for this?"

Groaning softly as Miguel sat at his desk, he took a sip of his vodka. Your soft voice now echoed from the monitor. Miguel resisted a chuckle as he watched the two of you walk around. Lyla must have set this up, normally Miguel only watched certain interviews.

"I've been meaning to ask, what's in the little box you've been carrying?" Lyla asked you.

"A-Ah....Um...I-I wanted to say thank you to...Miguel for helping me out. Is...Is it too much? I thought....I usually bake as a thank you," Your voice was getting lower as you started to cover your face.

"Hehe," Lyla looked directly at the camera, "I'm sure he will love it."

Miguel grunted in response as he drank the rest of his liquor. Lyla was abusing the fact that you didn't know that he was the CEO. Miguel couldn't wait until you did find out. How shocked would you get? How red would those cheeks turn?

Clicking his tongue at his thoughts, Miguel decided to meet with you. After all, it would be rude for you to be waiting much longer. You had a cake to give him.

How cute.

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Lyla was currently showing you some of the labs. There were a lot of floors that you weren't going to be anywhere near, but Lyla said it was good to know where everything was. Honestly, Alchemax was even more impressive than you thought.

Arriving at the next floor, you gasped softly as you made eye contact with Miguel once the doors open.

"Oh, Miguel, funny to find you on the relaxing floor," Lyla said with a grin.

"I don't find it strange at all," Miguel huffed and smiled towards you, "Ah, (Y/n), right?"

"Y-Yes!" You squeaked and lowered your head, "Um...I..."

Your heart was racing. This was weird. So very, very weird. Maybe you shouldn't have baked him a cake. Maybe just a thank you card was enough? You couldn't find the courage to give him the baked good. It was too embarrassing.

"Awe!" Lyla cooed and pulled Miguel inside the elevator, "Why don't I show (Y/n) where she will be working! Miguel, come with us."

"Sure," Miguel grunted lowly.

"Ah, here!" You nervously handed Miguel the cake, avoiding his gaze, "I....I wanted to say...thank you for...for helping me with the interview! S-So, thank you!"

"You didn't have too," Miguel smiled as he took the small box, "But thank you."

Finally raising your head, you felt your cheeks burn as Miguel smiled towards you. There were butterflies in your stomach as you watched him. Miguel was so kind and handsome. You hoped that you could see him often here.

"Huh? You can smile?" Lyla mocked Miguel, causing him to grunt.

"When is your vacation again?"

It was fascinating watching the two bicker. That sweet and kind Miguel was grumbling towards Lyla. As if they had been friends for quite some time. It made you feel even better about working here.

"Here is our floor! C'mon (Y/n), let's leave the brute to himself," Lyla chuckled, grabbing your hand.

"W-Wait...Isn't this the top floor-"

"Hm? Oh, yes, you were hired to be my replacement while I'm away on vacation. You're going to be the CEO's secretary." Lyla said casually.

Your eyes widen in shock. You wanted to question Lyla, but honestly, thinking about your interview, it made sense. Lyla just smiled as she showed you her office, wanting to get you comfortable.

"S-So...I'll be working...with the CEO?" You asked softly, taking a seat on her couch, "Um...How are they?"

"Ugh, so annoying. Always uptight, always cranky, never laughs or smiles. Honestly, this change will be good for all of us. I'm sure you can get that grunting brute to loosen up. The job is pretty easy itself as you've seen during your interview."

"Mhm, will there be...anything else I have to do?"

"Not much, but I'll go over all that with more details tomorrow. Why don't we work on your schedule as of right now?"

"Okay,"

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Miguel waited for you to enter Lyla's office before he could enter his. He took a seat at his desk and pulled out a fork as he undid the box you gave him. Miguel raised a brow at the cake before him, it was small and a little sloppy, but the effort was there.

Taking a bite of the cake, Miguel winced at the salty taste. You did admit that you were clumsy. Swallowing, Miguel went to grab a water before seeing a small note in the box.

"If it is too salty, I'm so sorry. There is a small packet of tea that goes well with salty items...just in case." Miguel read aloud.

Finding the tea packet, Miguel scoffed softly as he got himself a glass of hot water. You were well prepared. Miguel seemed to recall you saying that you only got clumsy when nervous. Were your nerves getting to you about the job?

"Well, can't have that now," Miguel hummed, drinking the tea, "I quite like (Y/n). She'd make a fine edition to the team."

"This is the big bad CEO's office," Lyla said from outside Miguel's doors.

Miguel just smiled as he imagined you on the other side. Lyla was making him to be oh so scary. Appraoching the door, Miguel kept a calm composure as he decided to open the doors.

"Stop scaring the new girl," Miguel hummed. He watched as your eyes widen,

"Huh? Miguel? Y-You're...You're the C-CEO?"

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[bluehourbucky]

Travelling for Pleasure

pairing: mob!bucky x f!reader

summary: you and Bucky are currently on a vacation travelling around Europe but there's other things you'd rather do than explore the city

a/n: these pics brought out the worst out of me I apologise / no plot just pure filth

warnings: daddy kink / degrading / dom!bucky / spanking / orgasm denial / unprotected sex/ face fucking / brat taming /

NO MINORS PLEASE !

masterlist / bucky masterlist /

You'll never get tired of seeing your husband the first thing in the morning. It is always your favorite time of day. Even though you're not a fan of waking up early, seeing your husband in the morning light is always worth it.

It is breathtaking the sight you have privilage of waking up to.

"Morning handsome." Your husband turns around to look at you. He's standing in front of the mirror of the hotel suite just a few steps from the bed.

"Morning doll."

You smile and stretch Buckys eyes immediately, falling to your naked chest covered in his marks.

"Where are you going so early?"

"Got a meeting with a friend. Then we'll get breakfast and I will hopefully manage to take you out to see something."

You groaned into the pillow. Bucky promised to take you on no work vacation, but so far, he went to a meeting with a friend in every single place you visited. It's not like you're not thankful that your husband is taking you on a summer trip around Europe, but it's not as fun when you barely see him. And when you do see him,you're usually too horny to leave the hotel suite.

"Honey, you have to leave the hotel room eventually."

you dramatically sighed.

"But I don't want to go alone I wanna go with you ."

Bucky rolled his eyes because he tried to get you out of the room more times than he could count over the past few weeks, but you somehow always get him to fuck you like a little brat you are.

"Baby girl, the only landmark you saw was my cock and no matter how much I like being inside you, I gotta take you out a bit."

Bucky rolls his eyes again when you remove the whole cover off of you and your fingers find their way down to your clit.

"Doll." he gives you a warning, but you couldn't care less.

"You look so handsome, Daddy can't take it. I need you." You look at him through your eyelashes, checking him out once more. It is true you don't need much to get in the mood, especially with your husband looking like that. However, there's something about Europe Bucky that has you weak. The pants and the white tank top that shows off his arms and muscles makes you weak. Oh, how you love having his hands around your throat.

"I'll give you three seconds to stop doll, after that you'll be at my mercy and I promise you I won't be kind."

"Daddy.." You moan out, moving your fingers faster, chasing your release. Right as you were about to let go, your hands got pulled away above your head.

"My little wife is a fucking whore." Bucky grunts into your ear biting your earlobe, pushing you harder into the bed and his buldge against your dripping pussy. When he calls you little wife, you're a goner.

"Can't take you anywhere. Attention whore, I give you everything, the dresses the shoes the bags fucking taken you on a tour through Europe and all my little wife can think about is her husbands cock."

You squirm under him trying to get some friction, but he's holding you in place, and with every word, you're getting wetter and wetter.

"Please, Daddy." You cry out, which only gets you thrown over Buckys lap and a hard slap on both your ass cheeks.

"Can't believe I thought I taught you anything. You're just a hole to be filled. Look at you, already cock drunk without me even touching you."

The slap you receive next makes you move forward from the force Bucky hit you with, leaving you with a handprint over your ass. Tears start streaming down your face as your husband continues to spank your ass raw.

"Told you to stop, but my little brat doesn't know how to listen." Bucky slaps your ass one last time, then picks up the juice dripping from you and rubs it on your ass.

"Fucking hell, you're dripping for me, you like when I leave marks on this ass, see who you belong to."

Bucky leans down and bites your cheek making you scream.

"Please, please , Daddy touch me please."

Your husband chuckles darkly, fisting your hair and pulling you up just to drop you on our knees, and with the other hand, he unbuckles his pants, pulling out his cock. Your eyes water at his hard member, the veins and the precum making you drool.

"Open up wide, brat." Bucky slaps your tongue with the head, which earned a moan out of you.

He doesn't give you a moment to adjust to him before pushing his cock down your throat making you gag. You're doing your best to take all of him but he's too big and thick. Bucky fucks your mouth with no mercy, saliva dripping down your next straight to your pussy.

"Just like that." He says as he looks down at you taking the opportunity to grab your neck with the hand that's not in your hair.

"Taking me so well, see how deep I am." Bucky smirks when your face gets red from lack of air.

He releases your neck as he pulls out your lips swollen from the fucking.

"If you were just a bit patient, I would've treated you like a princess, but now I don't think you even deserve to cum." Bucky picks you up by your neck and throws you on the bed.

"What's your safe word?" his hands grab your jaw forcefully so you focus.

"Yogurt ." you manage to say and that's all he needs to spread your thighs and dive in.

"Oh god, daddy." you moan holding onto the sheets and Buckys hair for dear life. Bucky was feasting on you like a man starving.

"Please, please, please." You beg, and you don't even know what you're begging for anymore, your only thought is that you need to cum. Bucky, knowing your body better than you do pulls away right as you're about to let go.

"No. Please. No." You cry out jerking up, searching for something to help with your denied orgasm.

"Ah, you really thought I'd let you cum. Already got you cock drunk. Brats don't get to cum but you already knew that. You like that I'm now late to a meeting, and you'd like me to make an excuse for why I'm late. Ah, but I'll just say that my wife is a whore who needed to be thought lesson."

Your husband laughs when he slaps your pussy and you cry out.

"Don't you dare cum, little brat."

Bucky says as he finally enters you, giving you no time to adjust and thrusts deep into you and pulls out.

"Daddyyy."

Bucky wraps his hand around your neck as he fucks into you deeper and deeper until you see the stars.

He flips you over pushing your head down ass up and continues to fuck into you like there's no tomorrow.

"You like being fucked like this huh. Your husband fucking you like you're nothing more but a fuck toy."

You cry out when he pulls you by the hair and spits on your tongue.

" Fuck, gonna fill you up so good. Don't you dare cum you won't come for a month or two months even think about that."

"But-"

You don't get to finish the sentence since Bucky has just come in you and your mind has gone blank.

"Ao good to me my good little wife good only for breeding and nothing else."

Bucky grunts as he rides out his orgasm and you dare not to come, knowing fully well that you could not have an orgasm for a month.

When Bucky pulls out he goes straight to the luggage, pulling out a plug and slipping it into you.

"Be good. Don't touch yourself, I'll know if you did. Keep this here for 10 minutes and when I come back we're going for a walk and breakfast. Understand?"

You nodded half-heartedly, absolutely fucked out of your mind.

"Be back soon, I promise. Love you darling."

"Love you too." you whisper even though your husband already closed the door, you're not even sure how he managed to clean himself up so fast but to be fair you're in a haze and have no sense of time.

"Damn, I'm so lucky." you say to yourself when your brain finally exits the fucked out state, your body still shaking from the denied orgasms.

[the end]

likes comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

[missuswalker]

OMG THE FLIRTY READER ONE WAS AMAZING. PLS DO ANOTHER ONEEE!!!!! (if u want)

working on this immediately

kenny and craig with a flirty reader

✮ summary: kenny and craig with a flirty reader 😺 (i picked craig because i don't have the patience for cartman rn 👻) ✮ warnings: sexual jokes 👹

kenny mccormick

is not phased

"damn, kenny, you hard for me or something?" "yeah"

just looks like "🤓😁😃"

he loves it so much he literally thinks its the funniest shit

"damn WOOF WOOF MEOW hey kenny" "wsp 😊"

it makes him so happy

like he's literally beaming

then he starts flirting back

and realizes very quickly it's not just a silly joke to you

"damn, y/n, that ass looks good 🥸" "HUH 😧 i mean huh 😏"

he starts getting a little nervous too

worried what he says won't be good enough

"alexa, what is a good sexy pickup line to use on a girl 😰" "kenny, what are you doing in my house 😦" "oh hey butters 🥰"

butters would have those echo show things all over his house

sorry anyways

"are you and angel because you fell from heaven 😻😻 wait, fuck"

give him a minute

"are you y/n because i wanna cum inside 😻" "oh." "i couldn't think of anything on the spot"

just gets more and more unhinged

"hey, on a scale of one to ten, how pretty pink would you say it is?"

starts writing down his best ones

mr. mackey finds the paper and acts angry but probably uses them just to see if he can rekindle the burning flam of love 🤯🔥i

anyways, kenny just starts meowing at you

cartamn records it and puts it on the @exposingfurries account

anyways he gives up and asks you to have steamy shower sex

when you say yes he takes you to dinner instead

at zaxby's 🤲

craig tucker

unamused but secretly wants that creamyclamchowda 🙏

idfk but anyways

"hey craig 😏 today is whip out your pp day so you have to whip it out, i don't make the rules" "😐"

thinks you're fucking weird if you start meowing

"meow 😻😻"

🖕

don't fuck with that shane dawson type shit 💯🙅‍♀️

thinks you'll stop flirting with him if he flirts back because ignoring it and telling you to shut the fuck up didn't work

"i would be soooo happy if you hopped on rn." "😦"

it did work

he's so cocky too

doesn't know how to flirt past that though

"yo, wanna watch me play the marimba 🙏😏"

thinks his eating that shit up

many crumbs on the plate as well as a few appetizers

you get used to it though and start flirting with him again

"craig let me get a bite 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

gives up

just lets you flirt with him now

"ok." "yep." "nice."

dry as fuck

sorry

a/n: hey guys wsp 🤯 sorry to everyone who's waiting, i'll get back to my normal shit soon (hopefully)

if you didn't see my newest convo w red anon, then that has some explanation for you if you're interested

i didnt proofread this shit mb

[itsclydebitches]

Any tips for new grad students? I'm about to start in the fall and I'm curious how it'll be different/hopefully better than undergrad!

Congratulations, anon!!!

Let's see... some alphabetical tips based on my own experience:

Ask for help. You'll likely have a million questions and, unfortunately, the designated people who can answer them are often crazy busy and may take a while to get back to you, or forget entirely. So don't be afraid to ask for help from whoever might even feasibly know the answer -- including tumblr blogs! You're off to a great start lol

Be on the lookout for advisors early. Whether you're just in need of a singular advisory for a thesis, or if you'll be putting a whole committee together, approach every new instructor with the question, "Would I want them to mentor me through my research?" in the back of your mind. Pay attention to not just their specialties and teaching methods, but who they are as a person. Do you like them? Are you comfortable with them? Do they treat you respectfully? Do they seem to have everything well in hand? I loved my advisor dearly as a person, but he was often waaaaaay behind on his work. Looking back, I would have at least considered choosing someone with better organization/time management skills.

Get good at writing emails. Can you write a succinct, professional sounding email? Great! Get comfortable doing that throughout the whole day. Feeling a little iffy? Practice over the summer. There are a lot of templates online that can help, but you'll want to ensure you're not going into grad school still writing "k thx" from your iPhone at 3:00am. (For the record, your professors may do this, the students should not lol).

Have designated, scheduled downtime. Literally if you don't plan to take a break... you won't be taking a break. Not until your body decides to take one for you, anyway. Friday nights were always my couch potato time. Absolutely no work allowed and no strenuous activity unless it was something I was legitimately excited about (so no getting pressured into outings I didn't actually want to attend). Friday nights were sacred, a time for takeout and only whatever else I felt like doing, usually TV, video games, and vegging out with my cat.

Imposter Syndrome is a BITCH. Luckily, pretty much everyone's got it to a greater or lesser extent, we all just need to acknowledge it more. You know those boards some schools have celebrating places where students have gotten in and other achievements? Yeah, we put one up for failures in our department. Literally a giant, glittery, "CONGRATS YOU DIDN'T GET IT!" board where we hung proposal rejections, grant rejections, school rejections, scholarship rejections, job rejections, and on one memorable occasion a date rejection. I highly recommend it. Nothing lessens the sting quite as much as seeing that you're a part of a sea of similar disappointments and remembering that you're all in the same, often luck-based boat.

Pick a non-academic hobby. Your mental health will thank you, trust me. Like the designated downtime, you need to be doing something that's not reading/writing/researching 24/7. Pick a hobby that in no way relates to academics or your chosen field, preferably something hands-on and creative. Grad school is when I picked up crocheting alongside knitting.

Prepare to hold down two jobs. This really only applies if you're going to be teaching while you get your degree (or if you have an outside job for the paycheck), but I was pretty blindsided by what it took to be a full-time student and a half-time instructor. I don't really have good advice beyond "Figure out your time management skills now" and "Don't pour all your energy into one or the other because the one you've neglected WILL come back to bite you in the ass," but even just being aware of how difficult it is going to be would have staved off the initial shock.

Read strategically. Perhaps this is different for someone not in the Humanities, but you will be reading a LOT in grad school. Like, an absolutely stupid amount. There simply will not be time to cover everything from title to footnotes (I know, it hurts), so get comfortable with reading abstracts, chapter summaries, skimming, and otherwise summarizing lengthy works to figure out what you should prioritize. Unless a whole article is assigned for class, figure out what you need from any given text -- or what you think you may need -- and hone in on that. You can always return to read more if you have the time.

SAVE EVERYTHING. Do not delete emails. Get copies of everything even remotely official. Print everything out. Buy yourself a couple of cheap file boxes, stick them under your bed, and keep it all just in case. What kind of things have I unexpectedly needed to dredge up weeks, months, or even years later? The printed paper with hand-written comments to justify a grade I gave. An ancient email from a committee member proving that they did in fact sign off on a certain chapter choice. A copy of the publication forms I signed for a book collection after those got lost on their end (somehow). Seriously, save everything. You'll never know when you may need proof of some communication you've had.

Take naps. That's it. That's the advice. Someone gives you shit for being "lazy" or tries to make you feel bad for "wasting" a sunny afternoon? Make them step on a Lego and then both of you take your nap outside. Naps are beautiful and sacred and life-saving. Just set a good alarm for whenever your next class/meeting is.

Work at making friends. Unlike high school or even college where you'll be spending the day with a core group of people, in graduate school (unless your school is really small) the students are a lot more spread out and there aren't as many built-in opportunities to socialize. So plan to put in more effort at connecting with others because you will want that camaraderie, both for practical help and your sanity. I didn't realize how much more I needed to do to get to know my peers until I was nearly finished my Master's. Luckily, my PhD threw me into an office with seven other grads, so I didn't have a choice about getting to know them lol

You're responsible for your own learning. You've gotten a taste of this in college, but grad school cranks it up to 11. You're an adult (not an "adult" adult like a college student) and you've committed to putting forth 2-7 additional years towards your education. The expectation is that you want to be here and will showcase the necessary effort without outside influence (unless you require accommodations, of course). Be prepared for your instructors to treat you like a peer, both when it comes to the fun stuff - intense debates about your field! - and the responsibilities they expect you to follow through on. In some ways grad school is nothing like college because you are now focused on one subject, you are working collaboratively with people who were once solely authority figures, and 95% of the work will occur outside the classroom via self-teaching. You're a professional now. Still being mentored, but well on your way to that equal standing. The sooner you realize that you are responsible for your own education and future career -- not your teachers, your parents, your BFF, your roommate, etc. -- the better.

Most importantly:

[miyuhpapayuh]

two.

“It's about time somebody tall, dark and fine stumbled your way,” Zora’s best friend, Nique, chats into the phone.

“And in the flower shop of all places?? Sounds like heaven to little miss botanical girl!”

“You know, I could really hang up.”

“Who else would you spill your bullshit to, Z?”

“My mama.”

“Girl, please. Pam ain't listenin’ to you blab about another man, and I can bet on it.”

“Did you just call my mama by her first name?” She laughs.

“Don't tell her, she'd skin me.” Nique snickers.

Sparking up her blunt, heavily pulling and exhaling, she laughs at her friend. “I should tell her, especially since you tryna clown.”

“Okay, alright. But for real, he seem cool?”

“Yeah, he might be alright. We’ll see.”

“You ain't ever too excited,”

“Cause why would I be?”

“Cause this could be different, Zora Jean.”

“I told you to stop calling me that, and if it's different, then my excitement will show. I mean, he has my number. What else you want from me??” She huffs, placing the blunt back between her lips.

“Alright, I'll quit before you start yellin’,” Nique sighs.

“I'm two seconds from heading your way and kickin’ ass, Nique. Ain't nobody yellin’.”

“Put your guns away, jeez. I hope his fine ass makes you eat your words.”

Me too.

“Like I said, we'll see! But I gotta go, Shaun got me covering her shift in the morning.”

“When you gon leave that place in the dust, chile?” Nique asks, referring to The Pub, a family-owned restaurant with its own list of problems.

“Nique, please. We talk about this all the time. The pay is great and my boss loves me. Her dickhead of a son is the least of my worries, cause if he don't back up off me, he'll meet my pretty little taser. It's juiced up at all times.” She smiles, ashing her blunt in the red, heart-shaped tray.

“I wish I would put up with some shit like that.”

“What you suggest I do? Ain't nobody hiring right now.”

“I could get you a spot here at my office!”

“As much as I appreciate that, I couldn't be in no office. Sitting still for too long makes me antsy and you know this.”

“Yeah, you right.” She laughs. “Well, have a wonderful day at work, hopefully you won't have to shank nobody.”

“Thanks, Nique Nique. You have a wonderful day, as well!”

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Pulling into the parking lot a little before ten-thirty, Zora takes the extra time to gear herself up for her six-hour shift.

She dryly blinks at her screen, her thumb steady scrolling and stopping, and scrolling again through twitter, tiktok and the like.

The sound of her ringtone jolts her slightly, as she stares at the top of her screen, Leon's name making the left corner of her mouth lift.

Letting it ring for a beat, she answers and watches his face come into view.

Damn, he was fine.

“Good morning.”

“You're bold for wanting to see my face this early, but I'll let it slide.” She laughs, making him do the same.

“I had to take a chance. Who wouldn't wanna see such beauty, first thing in the morning?”

She hums, fondly shaking her head.

“I see you also follow directions.”

“Of course! I told you no worries, right?”

“Mhm, you did.” She nods; the hint of a smirk still ghosts on her lips.

“You heading into work or?” He asks, referring to the jacket with her job’s logo on it.

“Yeah, I've got like twenty minutes before I head in.”

“Gotcha,” he squints. “The pub… a bar?”

“There's a bar inside, but it's more of a restaurant.”

“Oh cool, I gotta check it out. Good food? Be honest.”

She smiles, nodding her head. “The best. We've got these cheesy potato bites that are to die for. Same with the wings, those are my favorite.”

“Sounds good. I might swing by on my lunch break.”

“Where you work at?”

“A warehouse out in Midland. It's a bust, but it pays great.”

“Yeah, I know how that goes.”

“The life, amiright?”

She chuckles, giving him another nod.

“Well, maybe I'll see you later.”

“What time are you out?”

“Five.”

“You'll see me later.” He flashes that smile, making her sigh.

“Alright, til then,” she smirks, waving him bye.

“Til then,” he responds, returning the gesture before they hang up.

Another ten more minutes of aimlessly scrolling, she's heading into her beloved job, being immediately greeted by her boss and pulled to the side.

“Zora, dear! Good morning. I'm so glad you're here with me this morning.”

“Of course, Linda. You know I love to help out.”

“Yes, such the sweetie pie. I know Shaun appreciated it, too.”

“Yes, she definitely needed a day off after the way her week started off.”

“I know, but don't worry, those rednecks aren't welcome back in here.”

“Good.”

“Now, all I really need you to do is ring ‘em out, we got the rest.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, no worries. The cooks are good, my boys are gonna be out on the floor, running the food so just stand here and look pretty, kay?” She requests, making Zora laugh.

“Gotcha boss lady.”

As soon as she walks to the back, it's as if Cory sniffed her out and made a beeline towards her, disregarding her don't-fuck-with-me expression.

“Sup, beautiful. I thought I heard an angel's voice in here.”

“You layin’ it on like molasses, and it's making me itch. Go away.” She says, her expression unmoved.

“Oh come on, Zora. I just be tryna–“

“-get on my nerves, yes. I know. Go find a table to wipe down and leave me alone.” She glares at him now, and he backs away.

Once he's outta sight again, she sighs and rolls her neck, shaking his sliminess away.

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A few hours, many to-go boxes and a small meltdown later, Zora was finally on her break, munching on those potato bites she raved about earlier.

She was back to scrolling on her phone, silently laughing at the tweets that got more and more bizarre as she went.

The chimes on the door continued to go off as people came and went, but once that woodsy scent flowed through the air, coupled with that deep voice, she'd turned her head before she could stop herself.

There he was in his lanky glory. A toboggan covering his hair, his thick sweatshirt still showing off those cut arms from all the heavy lifting he does, and the polite smile he flashes at her coworker makes her weak in the knees from where she's sitting.

He'd ordered what she suggested, and she doesn't know why, but it made her smile. She turned back to her phone, knowing how mortified she'd be if he caught her stare.

He'd seen her when he first walked in, unbeknownst to her.

Her head was buried in her phone and he got a chance to glance at her once more, unable to get over how beautiful she was to him.

Her hair was still up in a bun like earlier, the gloomy day wasn't taking away from her natural glow at all.

He'd really convince someone that she was a goddess, if he had the time.

After grabbing the to-go bag from the bar, he headed in her direction, giving her a warm smile as she looked his way.

“Hey, Leon.”

“Hey, Zora. Mind if I join you?”

“Course not, have a seat.” She offers, secretly loving the way his scent wafted over her as he did so.

“How's your day been?” He asks, tearing into the double-knotted bag for his food.

“Sorry about the knots, Claire kills me.” She snorts. “But it's been chill, still ready to clock out and curl up on my couch. How about yours?”

“I'm just about ready to do the same. I lifted a box full of glass lanterns and the bottom fell out.” He sighs, making her gasp.

“Really?? I know that was a bitch to clean up!”

“You shoulda seen it. I mean, glass everywhere. It took me about an hour or so, so I'm definitely ready to turn in for the day.”

“Nobody helped you?”

He shakes his head. “I prefer to work alone, most of the time. People like to unnecessarily make things more complicated than they have to be sometimes, so I'd rather do it myself.”

“Huh, you sound like me.”

He smirks, finally opening the styrofoam container. His eyes widen as the golden, cheesy bites stare him in the face.

“Wow, these look so good!”

“Eat one,” she laughs, popping another in her mouth.

Obliging, he grabs one off the top of the pile and bites into it, his eyes briefly closing. The cheese pull was excellent.

“Good, yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” he says with a hand over his mouth. “There's bacon in these, too??”

She laughs all over again, nodding her head.

“Magical, aren't they??”

Dipping them in the chipotle ranch, he wholeheartedly agrees, pulling another one apart.

Like a creep, Cory was watching their interaction play out and he was seething, wondering why a girl like Zora didn't wanna be bothered with him, but yet here she was, giggling up a storm with some man.

“There's this kid when I walked in the door, started mean muggin’ me. Like he knew who I was or something.” He cracks, making her shake her head.

“About your height, curly hair, looks like a douche?” She asks to clarify.

“Yup,” he nods. “Who is that?”

“Cory. He thinks we're meant to be together or whatever bullshit he tries to spin. I'm sure he's around the corner, scoping us out, right now.” She rolls her eyes.

“Need me to handle that for you?”

“I got a taser with his name on it, and a kitchen knife if that don't work,” she sighs.

“Zora,”

“I couldn't ask you to do that, Leon.” She shakes her head.

“You didn't ask, I offered.” He quips.

“Ooh, you got me there.”

“I'm just saying, you don't have to deal with that bullshit and I can take it off your hands.”

“Don't kill him, please.”

He scoffs. “I'm too pretty to be in prison, girl.”

She lets out a hearty chuckle, thanking god water was within her reach.

“Plus, if I lay him out, he won't mess with you again.” He blinks.

“One good left hook, huh?”

“That's my good hand too, girl. How'd you know?”

“I'm good like that.” She flashes him a smile of her own, catching him for two seconds too long.

The way his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, making them look even more kissable, has her crossing one leg over the other.

The alarm on her phone goes off, making her sigh heavily.

“My break is over, unfortunately.”

“Damn, and I was just startin’ to like you.” He cracks, shaking his head as she stands up.

“Ima have Cory kick you out, how bout that.” She cracks back.

“Working with the predator? How low can you go.”

“To hell.” She blinks.

He stands from the table as well, easily towering over her five-three frame. Her gaze shifts above her glasses again, but she can see everything she needs to.

Adjusting them on the bridge of her nose anyway, she tugs on her jeans and slides her phone into her jacket pocket.

“Thanks for coming in and killing time with me.”

“No problem. I had to check it out, and after eating these babies,” he taps the box, “I'll definitely be back.”

“Next ones are on me.”

“You don't have to do that.”

“I know, that's why I offered to do it.” She mocks his earlier sentiment.

“You got me there.”

They share another laugh, stalling for another fifteen seconds.

“Would it be inappropriate if I wanted a hug?” He asks, not missing how fast she shook her head.

Engulfing her in his warm embrace, she giggles as he rocks side to side before letting go.

“You smell good. What is that?”

“One of them Armani fragrances. It's expensive as hell, but if it attracts a beauty like you, I'll keep it on me.” He winks.

“You are too much.” She says, fondly shaking her head.

“That a bad thing?”

“Not in your case, no.”

“Good to know.” He says, before rebagging his food. “It's always a pleasure, miss Zora.”

“See ya later, Leon.”

They reluctantly part ways, but not before he catches eyes with the freckle-faced bonehead that is Cory, glaring at him something awful on his way out.

“The fuck was that?” He cluelessly asks.

“A warning.” She mumbles, heading to the back with her empty dish.

Ch 3

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: You know how when you write something and you re-read it to check for mistakes, and while you're reading it you start to doubt your work as a writer and debate giving up while you're ahead because you think no one wants to read this shit? Yeah, that's kind of how I am feeling with my story. Should of known this would happen. But, I'm biting the bullet and posting this chapter anyways because I've made it this far and Ada Wong needs some love. So, enjoy, and sorry for any mistakes there might be. Ada hasn't made an appearance yet, but she will eventually. I promise. MINORS DNI!

TW: Murder, violence, mention of rape/sexual assault, zombies, guns, Umbrella, ect. It's Resident Evil, you should all hopefully know what you're getting into. NO MINORS!

Chapter 2:

-September 23, 1998-

It took you a few hours to get to your destination. Being practically on the opposite side of the city and not having money for a cab, you had to make the walk. The sun had long since risen and the people had already begun their days.

You were shocked at the sight before you when you walked through the door of Ben's hotel room. He was frantically running around, shoving the piles of papers of the investigation into his briefcase and shoving his rail pass in his back pocket, clearly in a hurry to get somewhere.

"What happened?" You asked as you shut the door behind you.

"Things went bad. They went really bad. I was an idiot and now he knows." He slammed the briefcase closed, furious with himself and everything that unfolded in your time apart.

"He knows? Irons? What the hell did you do?" You asked, dropping your backpack from your shoulder to the floor. Your gun is tucked safely in said backpack, out of sight of any civilians that might see it and flip out.

"I thought I had enough evidence. I thought it was enough to tell the city officials and to get his ass locked up. I thought it was enough!" Your heart dropped. His comment and nervous behavior caused your nerves about what may happen in the next few hours to increase.

"You tried to tell the officials? Why? We had a plan here, Ben! Gather information, then meet here to discuss what we learned and go from there!" Your voice increases in volume as your frustration rises.

"I know! I know that! But, while I was nosing around his office I found creepy ass notes and files in his desk! The man is a rapist and a serial killer! He's been covering that up, along with his dealings with Umbrella, ever since he became Chief!" He exclaimed.

I froze in shock, "What?"

"He's a psycho, Y/n! He gets off on violence! Not only that, he turns the people he kills into taxidermy! Taxidermy! Had a whole diary about it! I freaked out and wanted him locked up! Not my best moment, considering they just laughed me out of the office and put a hit list on my ass." He rubbed his eyes behind his glasses, beyond exhausted.

"So you have to leave then." You determined. He can't continue his work if he gets caught by Irons.

"That's the plan. Get out of Raccoon City and lay low somewhere to finish our work." He finished packing his belongings, zipping up the duffle bag and tossing it on the floor from the bed, taking a seat where it once was.

I nodded sadly, "What about, Katherine?"

Ben shrugged, sadness evident on his face, "She can't come with me. She's the mayor's daughter. It would attract attention if I tried to leave the city with her."

"So you won't at least say goodbye?"

"Can't. I've spent too much time here already. It's only a matter of time before they find me. I have to go now." He stood up and grabbed his duffle and the briefcase full of breakthroughs on the case, prepared to leave.

You grabbed the flash drive from your pocket, holding it in view. "What should I do with this in the meantime?" 

Ben looked up and froze, having forgotten about your part of the plan in all the chaos.

"You got it?" He asked cautiously. Almost afraid of your answer.

"I got it." You confirmed.

"How much?" He took instep forward, eyes still on the flash drive in your hand.

"All of it. Well, all that was on Birkin's computer, at least." 

He stared at the drive for a moment, before looking at your face. He laughed in shock, shook his head and covered his mouth, impressed.

"I knew you could do it!" He laughed, before stopping at a sudden realization. "You know how much more dangerous it is to have that on you right now, right?" 

"I had a feeling of what I was getting into from the start. And after I saw part of what is on this drive, I knew things were going to get more serious." You told him, staring at the item in the palm of your hand with a sliver of worry stirring in your chest. The events you had witnessed in NEST in the forefront of your mind. That was just the start.

"I think the city is in serious danger, Ben. And I don't know what to do about it." You looked back at him, wanting his insight.

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"I mean I think a lot of people are going to die. A lot more than Arklay Mansion. Some shit went down in that lab, everyone in this city is in danger." He looked a lot more nervous than before, quickly formulating a plan in his mind.

"Then we should both get out of town, and take Katherine with us. Grab everything you need from your apartment, get Katherine and get to the train station. I'd get her myself, but, you know." He vaguely gestured to the air, signifying the series of unfortunate events leading to this moment.

You think for a moment, wondering if you should warn your parents, whom you haven't talked to in years. You weren't very close, but you wouldn't want them to die. The more you think about it though, you realize you didn't even know how to get in contact with them. It would be a waste of precious time even trying.

"Alright. I'm on it. You wanna hold on to this?" You asked, gesturing to the device in your hand.

"No, it's probably better that you hold on to it. You're not on their radar yet." He makes a fair point. 

"Fine, I'll hold on to it. But if it gets me killed, I'm haunting your ass." You joke.

"Fair." Ben grinned. And with that, you went your separate ways. Ben heading to South Raccoon Street Station, you to get Katherine and your stuff.

-September 23, 1998-

Katherine came to your apartment as soon as you called, doing as you requested to not tell her father or anyone where she was going if asked. She didn't ask many questions when you told her to pack a bag full of anything she deemed important. She knew that whatever was happening likely involved Umbrella and Irons. She was fully ready to follow her best friend and boyfriend out of town. She hated this place anyway. 

You had changed your clothes to something more comfortable for your travels. You wore black jeans and an emerald green zip up hoodie over a dark purple t-shirt to shield you from the chilly fall weather. Your feet were donning a pair of black sneakers. You had never been a fan of white sneakers, too worried you would get them dirty simply by existing.

You had added things to your backpack that seemed important enough to take. Money, for starters, as you're gonna need it. And you sure as hell are not going to be stuck walking across the city on foot again because you didn't have it. Another outfit to change into if need be. Similar to the one you are currently wearing. Only the one though, as you didn't want clothes taking up too much space. You would have to buy more when you get the chance.

Your new gun and ammo remain in the bag, along with the water bottle, flashlight, and a couple granola bars in case you or one of your friends get hungry. You also had some pain meds, in case you get a headache from traveling. 

Your notebook is also in the bag as well. Full of some of the information you and Ben have collected over the last few months. Although he had most of it, you had the notebook with some of the details of your case. The flash drive sits snugly and securely in your front pocket, away from prying eyes.

You had debated hooking it up to the computer in your apartment and looking at it in more detail, as it did have a lot more information than you had gone through in the NEST, but you had no time as Ben was waiting for both you and Katherine.

"So, do I wanna know why we're on the run right now?" Katherine questioned as we walked through the entrance of the subway station, heading towards the train Ben said to meet at.

"Um, probably not. Though I will say, those alarm bells that went off in your head around Irons? Yeah, those were spot on. Best you listen to them and stay away from him. Forever." You told her. The anger rising in your chest at the thought of the man. Especially at the thought of him possibly hurting your friend.

"Ugh, what'd he do?" She looked at the sickened look on your face and changed her mind. "On second thought, don't tell me. I'll just take your word for it and sit here in blissful ignorance for a while." 

You smile at her attempt to lighten the mood with a joke. "Believe me, that's for the best." You paused and Katherine stopped  in her tracks with you. When you looked down the station to the train you were planning on meeting at, you saw Ben. That's good. What's not good is the three police officers slowly walking in his direction, having him surrounded. Ben seemed to have noticed as well, judging by his frantic head movements as he looked at his surroundings.

"What's wrong?" Katherine whispered, sensing your urgency.

You look behind you and notice another officer with eagle eyes staring Ben down, luckily not noticing you or the mayor's daughter. You quickly grabbed Katherine's arm and rushed out of sight by a pillar, watching the scene from behind it.

You couldn't hear what was being said from so far away, but you could assume it was something along the lines of, "you're under arrest".

Ben made brief eye contact with you, and you gave him a knowing look. Run, you mouthed, and he did just that without a second thought. He ran towards the east entrance, ditching his briefcase by sliding it under an empty chair in the waiting area. No one notices this in all the commotion, no one but you.

You and Katherine watched as he ran, all the cops following behind him. Katherine looked to be on the verge of tears, wanting to help Ben but being unable to. You wish you could get him out of this, but you have a mission at hand. You had to get that briefcase.

"Stay right here." You tell Katherine once the coast was cleared. When there are no signs of cops and nosy pedestrians, you speed walk to the chair at the opposite end of the station, not wanting to run and gain attention to yourself. You slide the case out with your foot and quickly pick it up before walking back to Katherine, no one batting an eye in your direction.

"Okay. What the hell is going on? I was patient up until I saw Ben getting chased by the police. Tell me now." Katherine demanded in a hushed whisper, seemingly trying to calm herself from having a nervous breakdown behind the pillar.

You glance slightly around from behind the pillar and notice more cops running in the direction Ben had headed. Just what did Irons tell them Ben did to get him this high on the priority list? You duck back and sigh.

"Irons. Irons found out he was being investigated and wanted to solve the problem before it became too big." 

"How did he find out? I thought you two were being careful." Katherine asked.

"Well we were before Ben decided to be an idiot. Look, we have to get out of here. The cops are starting to swarm and they'll likely put this place on lockdown soon. And we can't be here when they do." You said, ushering her to the south entrance to leave.

She followed your lead. "Do they know about you too?"

"No. At least I don't think they do. Fingers crossed that they don't and that Ben will be alright." You crossed your fingers in emphasis.

"Amen to that." Katherine crossed her fingers, still upset and confused, but understanding now is not the time for questions.

You reach the exit and make it out of the station with zero police officers on your tail. You consider that a win. Now, to figure out where to go from here. Once you were a good distance away from the station and police sirens, you spoke up.

"We need a new plan. The original plan was to get the hell out of dodge. But I don't think we can anymore. Unless you have a car?" 

"Well, my father does, but they're all flashy and would draw attention. Plus, I don't want to leave Ben behind." Katherine said as she stopped, determined to get you to listen.

"Me neither. But I don't think we have much choice. We can't bust him out of jail. And bad things will happen if we don't leave, Katherine." You stopped on the sidewalk beside her. Your comment just made her more upset.

"Even more reason to get him out! He's your friend, and you just want to leave him behind!" Katherine yelled, startling people walking by. 

You look around and grab her arm, dragging her partially into an alley to get some privacy away from strangers. She jerks her arm away and you flash her a look of hurt.

"Let go of me! You know this is wrong. We can't just leave him, Y/n!" She said this quieter, but still louder than her normal voice to prove a point.

"Well, what do you want me to do? I can't bust him out. I don't have connections like you or daddy dearest does." You tighten your grip on the briefcase. Your voice rising from frustration, not sure of what else you can do.

She paused, seemingly thinking to herself. "That's right. I have connections. I can get him out." She muttered. You paled at that. Shit.

"Wait, no. No you can't." 

"Yes I can. I just need to convince Irons."

"Bad idea! Bad fucking idea! Did you miss the part where I said that it was best you stay away from him? Forever!" It's not like you were overreacting over here, the man is a monster.

"I didn't, but I can't just let him rot in a cell! I love him. And I care for him, clearly more than you do considering you ditched him without a second thought." Katherine fumed.

Her words hurt, and she knew it did. But she was too far into her rage to care about that at the moment.

"That's not fair. What could I have done? I'm not superwoman in case you haven't noticed."

"Look, I'm gonna get him out. With or without your help. And if I have to flash my breasts at Irons to do so, then so be it." Katherine began walking away stubbornly, blinded by love.

Fine. You want the truth? I'll give you the fucking truth.

"The man is a rapist! A serial killer!" You yelled. She paused and turned to look back at you. You look out and see that no one has glanced in the direction of the alley. You continued in a quieter, more urgent tone. "Let that sink in for a moment. He will kill you, Katherine! He will! It's not a matter of if, it's when! If. Only if you go, Katherine."

"My father trusts him." Katherine denied.

"Your father is a fucking idiot and is probably involved with a lot more than you think." She shakes her head and you continue. "You think he doesn't know about what Umbrella's doing in his city? He works with them! He knows, Katherine!"

"Shut up! You know nothing!" She doesn't want to believe a word you're saying.

"I know a lot. Ben knows too. He would tell you the exact same thing I'm telling you right now. We know enough to likely get us killed at some point. I am putting my life on the line to help him show people who the monsters really are. And in this case, that is nearly everyone in power in this goddamn city!"

"No one asked you to!" Katherine said, still in disbelief of what you said.

"Ben did! Ben asked! He knew the risks and he told me the risks. He needed help and I was there to help! I wanted to." She paused, thinking it over.

"Come on, Katherine. You and I have known each other nearly all our lives, why are we fighting about something that is a lost cause?" Bad choice of words on your part. Should have kept your mouth shut.

"What's a lost cause? My relationship with Ben? Saving, Ben? The only thing that's a lost cause here is our friendship with you. I thought you were better than this." Katherine muttered, tears of anger burning in her eyes at your words.

"N-no. I didn't mean-." You try to amend.

"Oh I don't care what you meant. The only thing I care about right now is getting Ben back." She began to stomp away, a woman on a mission.

No, no, no! You can't let her go to Irons!

"Katherine." You ran after her. " Katherine, wait!" She stopped and turned to face you, heavily annoyed. You grab her hand with your own, the briefcase held in your other, non dominant, hand. 

"Please don't go. I don't want you to get hurt. Please. Just. Stay away from him." Tears burn your eyes as every possible scenario of her getting hurt in some way goes through your head.

Her features soften at the visible concern on your face. She knows you care. And she knows she shouldn't have said what she said to hurt you. But she couldn't bring herself to apologize at the moment, worried her resolve would falter. 

She sighed, "I'll get my father to talk to him. I won't go near him. Okay? Just let me leave, Y/n."

You grasped her hand tightly, afraid to let go. You look at her face for any tells that she was lying. Her eyes showed promise, and she squeezed your hand back in reassurance. She was telling the truth. She would go to her father.

Against your better judgment, you let her go. You release her hand and with one final look, she walks away. A woman on a mission to save her lover.

You watched her silently as she walked away, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You rub your eyes and huff. You just can't get a break, can you?

So what do you do now?

You don't have a way out of town. The train station is crawling with law enforcement. You have no car and no cab will take you out of the city. No bus either. Walk? No, that would suck. Not to mention it would take a whole day for you to reach the city edge on foot. It is a huge city. You decide you should get back to your apartment and figure it out then.

You look at your watch. It's already 6pm. Where did the time go? More sirens sound as police cars fly past your spot on the sidewalk. Okay, home it is.

-September 29th, 1998-

It is just before 10pm when you return to your apartment. You had to take a much longer route thanks to road blocks and fences blocking certain paths.

The first thing you do after putting your backpack and briefcase on the couch is turn on the TV.

"Riots and violent outbursts have increased over the last few hours. The cause of this is unknown as investigations continue. Police suggest staying in your homes and away from large crowds until the cause is found." The new anchor said. There are images of people attacking others on the screen. They don't quite look right. Already seemingly decaying. That explains the roadblocks.

You know exactly what caused this. Fucking Umbrella. What could you do? If you started to tell people this, they'd arrest you immediately. 

You walk over to your window and use a finger to peek through the blinds. No sign of police. Meaning Ben hasn't ratted you out yet. You didn't think he would though.

You sighed, sitting back on your couch and opening the briefcase. Inside was all the evidence you obtained on Irons and Umbrella. Admittedly not a lot on paper. Most of it was written down from what you and Ben had heard from employees. But Ben not having this found on his person might have just saved him from having a far worse time in jail. Your most important evidence was the flash drive in your pocket.

Before looking further into the device, you decided to try and call Katherine. You walked to the landline and pressed the numbers to her line, listening to the dial tone ring through the phone.

Nothing. She didn't answer. Dread filled your chest. You hoped she was okay.

You walked over to your computer, sticking the flash drive in the slot and looking in more depth of what you got from the lab in NEST.

Annette Birkin had been the one in Umbrella giving Irons the bribes. Between $1,500 to $15,000 a month, depending on what they needed to keep quiet.  In addition, her husband, William Birkin, had trusted Irons with stationing police officers in the sewers to provide security in the areas leading to the NEST. Irons had monthly visits to the Umbrella facility heads on the 6th and 16th, always expected to do whatever they asked, and to be paid in return for it.

Irons was placed specifically in charge of the orphanage in order to disguise the fact that Umbrella had been illegally experimenting on children. Assuming no one would miss them, you supposed.

Everything they were doing was in direct violation of the 1972 Bioweapon Convention. 

Irons is close with biologist Nathaniel Bard,  and United States Senator Greg Tester, often making deals with them as well. 

Even the Senator is in on all this? What the hell?

The further you look, you realize how much deeper everything is. Umbrella has been up and running since 1968. Founded by three men named Oswald E. Spencer, James Marcus, and Edward Ashford. How much have they gotten done in that span of time? 

Albert Wesker is another name mentioned quite a few times throughout your read. Other than him being a part of the Arklay Mansion incident with the S.T.A.R.S group and being heavily involved in Umbrella, not much is said about him.

The only reason Umbrella has even managed to last this long is because they had been posing as a normal pharmaceutical company that worked on vaccines on the very viruses they created.

The more you read, the more you want to know what the ultimate goal is. Why create these B.O.W for wars? It can't just be to get the upper hand in the battlefield. Especially not if they had dealings and facilities all over the world and not just the United States. That didn't make sense.

You started to feel your eyes fighting to stay open. You looked at your watch and noticed it was after one in the morning. Where did the time go? 

You decided to go to bed, figuring you could take a bus to the edge of the city in the morning and maybe hitchhike before the outbreak gets too bad, as there is nothing else you could do until then.

You take off your shoes, not even bothering to change your clothes as you unceremoniously tossed yourself in your bed, completely exhausted from the long couple of days. Weeks, if you're being honest.

Your eyes drift shut. You just hope that things won't be as bad as you think it will be.

-September 24th, 1998-

It was bad. It was really bad.

You went to the bus as planned, not having the chance to change as you woke up later than you had wanted. A lot later. You had to take the last bus of the evening. You had grabbed your backpack, still full of the other things you had packed, along with the files you deemed important in your notebook.

It was fine, until halfway through the drive near the heart of the city someone started eating the throat of the passenger next to them. Then another. And another.

Chaos ensued, naturally. You were near the front of the bus, so you quickly ran to the front and opened the hatch yourself, jumping off the still moving bus and scraping the hell out of your palms and knees, ripping your jeans in the process. You had done a roll to prevent too much damage and you escaped with road rash rather than broken bones. You didn't know if you considered that a win or not, it fucking stings.

You see blood on your palms and knees, deciding to go to the nearest pharmacy and grab a first aid kit. You look at your surroundings and notice it is just as bad outside the bus as it was inside. Zombies were everywhere and the living were attempting to flee.

You run to hide in an alleyway, taking the time to grab your gun from your backpack. You look at your watch. Where did the time go? It's already sunset. You hadn't made it out of the city. Today did not work out like you had hoped it would.

You checked that you're fully loaded, before moving out of the alley. You carefully maneuver through the crowds of people fleeing and zombies to cross the street where a pharmacy sat.

It was already looted. Shit hit the fan not five minutes ago and it was already looted. You shake your head and looked for anything useful. Specifically the medkit you had in mind.

You watch out for any signs of movement, specifically the aggressive kind, but everyone seems to have left the pharmacy in favor of running away.

You find a bottle of disinfectant. Score. Now band aids? Bandages?

You go to look behind the front counter when something jumps out from behind it and grabbed your ankle. You let out a scream and yanked away your foot. You aimed your gun at the head of the decaying figure on the floor  in front of you, desperately trying to gnaw at your ankles.

You shoot once, miss. Figures. It was your first time shooting a gun. You correct your aim and fire once, twice, three times. Three shots? Are you kidding me? The figure finally collapsed, head gushing blood.

You carefully walk toward the corpse. You lightly kicked at the top of the head. Nothing. You kicked it harder. Nothing. It's dead.

You sighed, taking the moment to gather your thoughts of everything that just happened. You just jumped out of a bus because people started turning. You just shot someone. Dead. People are infected now. A lot of people. And a lot of others are dying because of it. 

Oh god. Katherine and Ben. Are they okay? Are they still alive? What if they died? 

Tears burned at your eyes but you blinked them away. You take a deep breath to calm your emotions and your rapidly beating heart. Now is not the time to think about what is happening. About all the people dying. It's time to try to get the fuck out of here. Out of the city and hopefully find a way to get the information you've gathered to the right people to shut Umbrella down.

You found the bandages and quickly cleaned your palms and knees, sealing them securely with the bandages.

You put the rest of the supplies in your bag, grabbing your flashlight and making sure your gun was fully loaded. You will have to try to avoid killing them as it appeared to be a complete waste of ammo. Three or more bullets? Really?

You take a deep breath and peer out the window of the pharmacy. It's crowded and chaotic out there. But you're a sitting duck in here. You have to find somewhere safe. A way out of the city if you can.

Another deep breath, then you're quickly out the door. Future unknown.

Now, you survive.

[thevoiceofthebard]

Chapter 10 - Uthgerd II: Bleak Falls Barrow

Tirdas, 19th of Last Seed 4E201 Early Morning

Uthgerd

I've never understood why some people play jokes on others. Once, when I was seven, some kids my age gave me a stick, telling me it was a magic wand that would make my mother give me extra treats. Needless to say, it didn't work, and the boys laughed at me when I told them of the spanking my mother gave me when I ordered her to give me another sweetroll after dinner. They stopped laughing when I broke one's tooth and blacked the other's eye. So no, "pranking" has never been a past time of mine.

Why, then, did I feel such joy over the sight of Talao leaping out of his bed, drenched in water? Revenge, maybe. Well, not my problem he hadn't woken up earlier. I toss the now empty pail at him while he sputters away. "You overslept. Get into your traveling gear, get your pack, then meet me at the gates of the city in ten minutes, or I'm leaving without you."

The sound of his hurried steps follow me until I exit the inn. Then nothing. It's always bothered me just how quiet a city can be before dawn. Out in the wilderness, you're surrounded by noise. Insects buzzing, elk bleating, rivers flowing. Here, not even the most optimistic vendor has yet set up. I wrap my cloak more tightly around my armour, and set out to the gates, boots crunching against the frosty ground. Whiterun is warmer than most of Skyrim, but the province's famous chill is never far off, especially at night. I learned that the hard way a long time ago...

A patrol passes me by, and talks to the guard standing beside the gate. Shift change, most likely. I can see them throwing glances my way from inside their helmets, like they're expecting me to attack them. I ignore them, leaning against the wall. No doubt they recognize me and... What I did. I suppose getting out of town is the best I could do. Give the rumours time to die off, like the bard said, and for me to put it to rest in my own soul.

Before long, I see Talao walking swiftly toward the gates. I notice an odd hitch in his step, and a cane or staff in his hand, as if he were hobbled. Great, he's a cripple too. That's going to increase our travel time. I seriously cannot catch a break.

"You said we were to leave at dawn! It's well before then!"

Hmph. "I said dawn, not sunrise. There's light enough in the sky to see the path, and the sooner we leave, the sooner we can get to... Wait, where in Kyne's name are we headed?"

"Oh." He seems embarrassed at his oversight, as the gates close behind us. "Bleak Fall Barrow, just overlooking Riverwood. It'll take us most of the day to reach Riverwood, so we should spend the night there, or make camp near the base of the mountain."

"Fair enough." The road out of Whiterun is smooth, from the thousand of wheels, horses, and feet that use it every day. I see, out of the corner of my eye, Talao keeping pace with me, no difficulty despite his odd gait. An old injury then, one he's spent a long time with. Somehow I doubt I'll see him sprinting anytime soon, but at the least, we won't take threefold the time to get anywhere. Hopefully, he holds up as well on the mountain.

The Khajiit are up and moving as well, the fire from their camp burning brightly. I eye them with a cautious respect. I've bought supplies from their caravans many a time to make my travels easier, and it takes some guys to wander a country during a war. But I drew my cloak tighter around myself anyway, not from the chill. They aren't allowed within the city walls for a reason, after all.

"Wares for the weary traveler?" A grey-ish brown cat asks me, his eyelids half-open, but attentive. A sign he's relaxed. At least, I think that's what it means. All I really remember about Khajiit behaviors is that you should run if they "smile" at you, unless you like bite marks on your ass. "Ah, but this Breton Ri'saad remembers. It is Talao, yes?"

"Aye. Pleasure to see you, Ri'saad." He waves to the other caravanners, who return the gesture. Interesting how at ease he acts with them.

"Ri'saad is please to see Talao as well this morning."

"Is it morning?" he grumbles. "It still feels like night to me."

The cat - Ri'saad, I try to remember - hums, like a purr almost. "Ah, the Breton does not enjoy losing his rest. Khajiit finds dawn most invigorating. The slow rise of the sun, and of the sounds of the day, the smell of the dew upon the grass."

"Just smells strange to me."

We're getting off track. "We need to get moving if we want to reach Riverwood by nightfall, Talao." My pack is still rather full from my last outing, but I buy a few potions and some hardtack, just in case. Talao does the same, also grabbing a flask of wine, happily chatting about how alcohol can be just as helpful as a fire on a cold night.

Despite my best efforts, the chatty Khajiit drags Talao into another conversation. "Ri'saad has noticed that Talao is no longer wearing the robes sold by this one. Did the bard forget them in some fair maid's home?"

"Nothing quite so titillating, Ri'saad, but infinitely more interesting," Talao chuckles. "I was capture by Imperials, but then saved by a dragon!" The cats murmur in the background, as Talao spreads his arms wide. "Picture it: A misty dawn in Falkreath Hold. The sleepy town of Helgen awakened by a brigade of imprisoned Stormcloaks, preparing for sentence from their Imperials captors. Among them, a lone innocent, a victim of circumstance. He awaits, hopelessly, his inexorable fate. The chopping block taunting him with freshly spilled blood. But fate has other plans, unbeknownst to him as he is forced upon the block. A great roar resounds through the valley. The innocent looks up, past the gleaming executioner's blade, and a monstrous beast descends, clad in armor darker than blackest night, gleaming in the first rays of the morning, as if from Aetherius itself! Saving the innocent from the cold bite of death by mere seconds, and the chaos affords him the opportunity to escape."

"Hmm. Ri'saad believes this is the most outlandish story Talao has yet shared."

Silently, I agree. The man has a way with words that makes Mikael seem a brutish oaf in comparison, but the story is absurd. Although, there must be a reason the Jarl entrusted... A man like him with such an important task. Unless he's embellishing that as well.

"Outlandish, yes. But every word true."

The Khajiit strokes his chin, continuing, "This one has, however, heard rumours of the return of the winged lizards, few though these rumours may be."

"I've only seen the one," Talao responds, "but if one dragon survived supposed extinction, there could be more. And one is more than enough, if that one was anything to go by. It destroyed an entire town, holding an Imperial garrison, by itself. I'd hate for our next meeting to be with a burnt corpse, so eyes to the sky."

"A life without risk is not one worth living, friend. But then, it is best to remain alive to witness it in its entirety. Khajiit will take precautions."

"That is all I ask." Enough of this drivel. I nudge Talao sharply and begin walking off. He spits out a hasty farewell, "May your roads lead you to warm sands," and catches up.

The sky has brightened a bit, though the sun has yet to rise. I notice the head of Talao's cane, shaped like a dragon. A staff then, not a cane. "You a mage, Breton?" I ask, gesturing at the staff.

"Ah, no. A gift from Farengar. Sadly, I have very little aptitude for magickal arts."

Now that was odd. "A Breton with no magicka?"

"Aye, strange, I know." He grins ruefully. "I'm a bard. I don't think I mentioned."

"No, but after your story, I might have guessed. Still..." The question was still burning in my mind, so I decided just to ask. "Why would the Jarl choose you to go into a Barrow, famous for active Draugr sightings, if you have no combat expertise?"

"A fair question," he replies, shrugging. "I suppose I did think it odd how quickly he trusted me, but given the direness of the situation, perhaps he thought there was not enough time to find a more suitable person. Farengar did mention not wanting to spread rumours, and seeing as I was one of the survivors at Helgen... Hold up."

"What?" We've reached the bend at the White River, just at the bounds of Whiterun's farmland. Talao stops, staring up the hilly road to the south, but I see nothing. "What? Is it the hill? You can't expect me to believe..."

"We should get off the road."

"What are you...?"

"Now!" He shoves me toward a bush - or at least tries to, considering I'm twice his size - on the side of the road, before hiding himself in it. I sigh wearily, looking up the path. Still nothing. So now he's a coward as well as defenseless. Or possibly insane. I settle into the bushes, lamenting the fact that it is going to take us until the next era to reach Riverwood at this rate.

A moment passes. Then another. A few torchbugs buzz around our heads. A wolf bays in the distance. And still nothing stirs along the path.

"Talao..." He places a hand on my mouth, the other pointing. And then I see it. Or something. A hazy blue glow, still far in the distance, swiftly approaching. Mage light, perhaps? The closer it gets, the more I feel a sense of dread creep over me, and I understand why Talao had us hide. Whatever was approaching, it wasn't natural. My hand clutches the grip of my sword, ready to draw the instant anything happens.

Finally, the blue haze is defined enough to make it out, and my blood freezes. I've seen ghosts before, but this... An armor-clad specter, astride an equally spectral horse, flying across the ground faster than anything I've seen, fog trailing in its wake. And most unnerving, the ghost faced forward... But with no face to speak of, nor any head at all.

The specter is still heading directly toward us down the path, at an impossible pace. Then it slows. My breath catches, and my anxiety jumps. Some ghosts were weak to steel, but I doubted this one would be, were it to come to blows. The horse halts at the crossroads, and the headless figure shifted in its seat, as if checking its direction. My hand aches from its painfully tight grip upon my sword, but I dare not make the slightest move.

Suddenly, a piercing pain rips through my skull, and the ghost faces our hiding spot. Talao is yelling beside me, as the horse walks forward slowly, the figure pulling a large axe off its back. I try to do the same, but I'm paralyzed, held in place, unable to move or even fall from the pain. The horse whinnies loudly, as if laughing, and the ghost lifts the axe high. This can't be how it ends!

Suddenly, a blazing shaft of light bursts through the specter's body. He halts, his form slowly dissipating. At once, the presence lifts, and I fall forward, gasping for air. The sun finally peeks up from down the White River. Dawn has arrived.

A haunting laugh echoes through my head, and a phrase lingers in my mind as the ghost vanishes; "Such an abrupt end to our game." A chill runs down my spine, despite the warmth of the sun upon my face. A game? One I'd rather never play again.

Talao is a few feet away, on his hands and knees, retching. I can hardly blame him. Makes me glad that I skipped an early meal, else I'd likely be joining him. "By the blood of Orkey, what was... that?"

"I... I don't know. I've never heard of any tale like this." He stands shakily, heaving great breaths of air. "It was so... angry. Vengeful. I heard... 'All living shall fear the dead.'"

"What did we wander into?"

"A legend." Talao whispers. "One I'm not sure I want to be part of. But one I'll definitely write about. Someday."

One last stretch unravels the knots in my back, and I shoulder my pack once more. A quick glance around, but all seems quiet now. Without words, we set off down the path, the sun lifting our spirits. But I know that feeling at the base of my spine will stay with me for a while yet.

For once, I was looking forward to an uneventful trip.

For the curious, Uthgerd worships the traditional Nordic Pantheon, rather than the Eight Divines. Kyne is, obviously, the parallel of Kynareth. Orkey is generally considered the parallel to the Daedric Prince Malacath (rather than Arkay as you might think) and an enemy of the ancient Nords, hence its use as a curse.

Chapter 9 - Uthgerd I: Bleak Falls Barrow x Chapter 11 - Uthgerd III: Bleak Falls Barrow

[dotster001]

I saw your event (two days before it ended, man am I lucky) and wanted to ask for a Twisted Wonderland matchup

To put ut plainly. Im an asshole

Low empathy and lack of need to give a shit about anything. I'm very cynical and view the world as this place where nothing good comes without a cost.

When something good happens I'm quick to find a fault with it and I'm a lazy person. I have goals but I couldn't give enough of a damn to try and accomplish them.

When I'm angry and will go for insecurities, I'll make it hurt which I admit is a very toxic trait that I'm working on fixing, it's slowly getting there but still quite which is why I added it.

And that's all i can think of right now...OH WAIT im a dark humor type of person, sexual humor as well, i tend to see innuendos in a lit offf things, and that's abt all I can think of...

Thank you and congrats on the milestone ♥️

Event Closed

(glad you were able to hit the event, cause I had fun with this one 😂 honorable mentions to Jamil and Ruggie, but...)

I match you with Floyd Leech.

Low empathy and lack of need to give a shit? Welcome to the Leech family, you'll fit right in. I thought about you with Jade, but realized you were too alike. Meanwhile, Floyd is used to his cynical brother, but brings some fun to life. If you're settled in a cynical point about something, Floyd can take that viewpoint, and smash it to smithereens as he does a chaotic break dance. Or he'll back you up on your viewpoint, with the most stoic expression on his face. Pick your poison.

Too tired to accomplish your goals? Fine with Floyd, he just wants to cuddle anyways. But if you want him to push you, he will. He goes with the flow. You don't even need to tell him what you want, cause when it comes to those he cares about he is incredibly insightful. (On a side note, if he is feeling lazy today, don't you fucking dare push him. I can't say for sure what he'll do, but it'll probably involve you being stuck somewhere with him for hours until someone can come save you.)

Go for his insecurities. It makes him laugh. Not in a, he looks down on you way, but in an, aw, look how well shrimpy knows me way. He won't do it back unless you want him to. But he sees it as a love language. Look at you! You see me! Not as half of a pair, but as me! (What a weird little freak)

Look, I'm super  ace so idk how to sexual joke, but I know for sure Floyd does. He might give you a run for your money. If you want to get him to laugh really loud, drop a good out of nowhere, and he'll be dying. Yes, he has gotten kicked out of class for laughing too loudly at a sexual joke you made. But he'll do it back to you, regardless of the consequences, so be on your guard. 

Again, he has perfected the art of the dark joke. Some people can't tell if he's kidding, or if he's really killed people. But if you can keep up with him, he's enamored. Head over heels. Bewitched. Hopefully, you don't have a "that's too far" joke, cause he has millions to drop on you. 

The time had come. The part of the relationship everyone fears had arrived. Meeting the parents.

Floyd, as usual, was no help in preparing you for the encounter.

"What are they like?"

"Sometimes they're boring, sometimes they're not."

"I've never even met land Mafia, how do you act around mafia from the ocean?"

"I dunno."

"What if they don't like me?"

"They don't like a lot of people."

Useless. All of the "information" he gave you was useless. But now that you were seconds away from the arranged get together, he seemed more readily available to help.

"How should I act around them?"

"Honestly, Shrimpy, just be yourself," Floyd said with a soft smile.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," you scowled.

"Nah, for real. I'm gonna be running their empire one day, and they wanna make sure the person by my side is a bad ass and tough as stone. They're probably gonna be mean to you on purpose, at first, to see if you can handle it. But I know you can, cause my shrimpy bites, and bites hard."

"Only when you beg," you smirked, causing Floyd to giggle.

"See? Nothing to worry about. Plus, if everything goes wrong," he took both your hands in his, and gave a lovesick smile, "we can always just kill them."

"Aw, I love you so much baby."

"Love you too, shrimpy."

[phantompoguefangirl]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

CHAPTER FOUR: SUSPICIONS

Broken up deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry behind these hazel eyes- Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson

TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE MENTIONED

*Flashback*

"Where the hell have you been?!" Jesse demanded, yanking me inside our house with a vice grip on my wrist. I tried not to react to the pain.

"I-...I just went for a walk, you know, to get some fresh air and um...a bite to eat," I stammered, not meeting his eyes because I knew all too well what I would see in them."What are you doing home so early?"

"I just got a break between meetings so I came to check on you. You were supposed to stay here and write a new song. Did you finish the song?" He asked, staring me down.

I shook my head, looking down."Uhh...no I couldn't come up with-" I was cut off by the back of his hand connecting with my face. The force caused me to stumble backward as I grabbed my cheek.

"I asked for one simple thing. Why can't you just do what I ask?"

"I- I was having writer's block and I thought the fresh air and food would help. I'm sorry."

"Well you better hope it did. Get your ass back in there and write me a song," he snapped, waving toward my music room.

I turned and hurried down the hall, trying to hide the tears beginning to stream down my face. I closed and locked the door of my music room before sinking to the floor and sobbing quietly.

I sat there against the door for what felt like hours. I heard Jesse leave at some point and I barely registered the sun going down outside my window, but I couldn't bring myself to move until I heard the lightsaber sound from my phone.

I grabbed it and looked at my screen.

Hey pizza girl. :) Sorry I would have texted sooner but the guys tackled me for the pizza when I got home and then distracted me with fifa. -Michael

I couldn't help but smile as I texted back.

Pizza Girl? 🤣 -Mia

It was the first thing I thought of okay don't judge me. -Michael

Okay then lol -Mia

Anyway what are you up to? -Michael

Sitting in my music room supposed to be writing a song...-Mia

Is that what was so urgent that you had to leave? -Michael

Um kind of. -Mia

Kind of? -Michael

I'm sort of on a deadline. Clearly the suits don't understand how song writing works. -Mia

Haha tell me about it. Especially with everything else we deal with as artists. -Michael

Exactly! -Mia

Well hey I could help you with your song if you want. -Michael

You already are helping. :) -Mia

I am? How? -Michael

Talking to him had made me think of earlier today and how fun it was to spend time with him. His smile had brightened my whole day, his big green eyes were even more beautiful in person and I had unintentionally noticed that he had some very light freckles around his nose that weren't super visible at first but were ridiculously cute. He was also very kind and sweet and I really wanted to know him more as a person. I'd only spent a little bit of time with him today, but Michael Clifford had made an impact on me.

Of course I couldn't just say that to him, though.

You'll just have to wait and see when the song comes out. ;) -Mia

Wow really? You're gonna play it like that? - Michael

Yep. ;) -Mia

Come onnnn just tell meee -Michael

No. -Mia

Pretty please? -Michael

Nope. -Mia

Fiiiinnee I guess I'll wait. -Michael

Good boy. *pats your head* -Mia

😂😂 -Michael

Anyway, it's late and we have a meeting with management in the morning so I probably should go to bed now. But hopefully you and I can hang out again soon? -Michael

Yeah hopefully soon. Goodnight Michael. :) -Mia

Goodnight:) -Michael

I set my phone down and jotted down the ideas I had before falling asleep on my little couch by the window. I finished the song over the span of the next day.

Jesse came back around dinner time and did his usual "I'm sorry, I love you, I'll stop" routine. He was also happy to hear the song was done. All I could do was just smile and make him dinner like nothing ever happened.

MICHAEL P.O.V

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I mumbled a few profanities and shut off my alarm before rolling out of bed. I trudged out to the hallway and got into the usual morning arguments with the guys over the bathrooms while getting ready for our meeting.

Once we had gotten ready and eaten, we piled into our suv and headed to the management office.

I tried to focus on what these suits were saying but on top of my pre-existing focus issues, I couldn't stop thinking about Mia. The way she'd rushed to leave was a little concerning, but there was something about her that drew me in and I'd honestly had the best time with her yesterday...

Suddenly someone shoved my hand out from under my chin, causing me to faceplant into the conference table.

"Ow what the fuck?" I groaned as I glared up at my bandmates.

"The meeting's over, space cadet. Time to come back to Earth," Ashton said as the three of them laughed.

I looked around and noticed the suits were gone. "Oh shit, I didn't realize I zoned out like that. I'm sorry."

"No worries, we'll fill you later," Luke said as I followed them out of the room, "What the hell were you daydreaming about anyway?"

"I don't think we really wanna know the answer to that, mate," Calum said, causing them all to laugh more.

"It's not like that," I said, playfully shoving them as we got in the car.

"So you weren't thinking about a girl then?" Calum asked, wagging his eyebrows at me.

"No-I mean yes, there's a girl but-"

"TOLD YOU! MIKEY'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!" Calum yelled, resulting in the guys cracking up laughing again and teasing me.

"GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME TALK. GEEZ." I shouted over the noise.

They must have noticed the undertone of my voice because it didn't take them long to get quiet and look at me.

I explained what happened yesterday to them.

"She sounds amazing, dude. Remind us to thank her for saving you if we ever get to meet her." Ashton said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"If I get to see her again," I mumbled.

They looke at me confused.

"Um...well, she has a boyfriend, first of all. She told me about him so we agreed the lunch was just a friend thing as a thank you to her. But then he texted her and she started acting really...I don't know, anxious? She said she had to go and was pretty quick to leave after that. We texted last night and she seemed okay, though so I don't know if I'm just tripping or not." I elaborated.

"Did she say why she was in such a hurry to leave?" Ashton asked.

"She told me last night over text that she was on a deadline to write a song," I answered.

"Maybe she was just stressed over that then?" Luke suggested.

I shrugged. "I mean, it's possible. But it was her boyfriend that texted her, not a suit, so that's weird right?"

"What if he knew about the deadline and reminded her?" Calum said.

"Maybe. I don't know," I said.

We didn't get a chance to talk anymore about it at the moment because we got home and had other band stuff to do.

Mia and I kept texting off and on though and over the next few weeks we actually did manage to spend time together. We mostly spent time at the pizza place, arcades or a park we found that we liked. She was very funny and bubbly and I really enjoyed being around her, though I started to get a little more concerned about her the more we hung out.

I started noticing little things that worried me. Like every so often when she thought I wasn't paying attention, her beautiful hazel eyes flitted around like she was looking for danger or something. She never wanted to go to her house and always insisted we meet somewhere. I asked her if she was okay a few times and she always played it off like everything was fine but I could tell she was putting up a front.

I mean, it wasn't like she was cheating on her boyfriend with me or anything. We both made it abundantly clear that we were just friends on a couple occasions so I was confused as to what the hell was going on. But, I was absolutely captivated by her and I had a gut feeling that I that I needed to stay close to her...

@jetblackbritt13

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Soulmate/ 1

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 3.6k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, face riding, cum eating, riding, sex from behind, multiple orgasms, one bite on the arm, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"So your coming over later right?", Hobi asks over the phone

"Tonight? I dunno Hobi. I got work tomorrow", I say, "Besides don't you have practice or songs to write or whatever?"

"Yea but I'm stressed out and I need you."

I snort, "You don't need me Hobi. You just want sex and I'm the one giving it to you."

He pauses, "That's not true. You're the only person I've ever done this friends with benefits thing and we agreed not to sleep with anyone else for now."

Hell yea

I didn't want any diseases

Neither did he

"Beside you want it too.", he adds

"Do I?", I ask sarcastically

"Fine. If you tell me right now you don't want it tonight, then I won't bother you about it....for now", he challenges

Usually I'd take a challenge and make him wait but he's right

I do want it

It's been a week since he had any free time and I miss him

"Well I didn't say that", I give in

"Ha...I told you."

"Well.....shut up!", I say

"So you're coming? You can stay over too and leave for work in the morning.", he says hopefully

"Yea fine. I'll be there in an hour.", I say

"An hour?", He exclaims

"Yeah Hobi, I have shit to do! Besides you'll get me all night. You can wait an hour. Christ.", I snap

"Ok fine. I'll see you later."

We hang up and I sigh

I get up and start packing some clothes for tomorrow

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Jung, Hoseok better known by his stage name, J-Hope, is my best friend.

I moved to Gwangju, South Korea when I was 15 from New York

I was a bit of a wild teen and my mom couldn't control me

My dad passed away when I was young

I got in with a bad crowd and did some things I'm not proud of

I think my mom drew the line when I got arrested

Granted she didn't like the tattoos I got- a sleeve on my right arm that I spent a year getting and one on the my right side of my torso- all at a place that didn't ID or really care as long as they got paid

O the piercings on my face- eyebrow, lip, nose, tongue

Or the way I dressed

Or the color of my hair

Or anything about me really

She especially hated it when I came home drunk

But being arrested for stealing and underage drinking was the last straw

My mom had my brother and sister to think about and she didn't want me to get in anymore trouble in New York

So she called my aunt who was transferred to Korea in the business she worked at and asked if she could take me for awhile

Looking back that was the right call my mom made

The way I was going I'd either be in jail or dead

But of course that's not what I thought when I moved here

I was pissed

I was being sent to live with my aunt, in a place where I couldn't speak the language or even read it

I spoke English and I also spoke spanish because my mom is spanish

But I didn't know anyone who spoke Korean

I hated Gwangju from the minute I stepped off the plane

My aunt picked me up and drove me to her house

There she laid the ground rules down

I thought I could get away with things but boy was I wrong

My aunt is a strict woman and she whipped me into shape

It took time and I fought her but it worked

Anyway I met Hobi on my first day of school

I had to wear this ugly uniform with a blazer that I was sweating in Since it was spring and not too cold I had to wear a skirt and a button up t-shirt, with that damn blazer

I added my own style by wearing my combat boots and spiked bracelets.

Yeah I thought I was a bad ass

That day was hard for me

First there were the stares

I was a white girl from New York in Korea

To say I stuck out would be putting it lightly

Not only that but at the time I had pink hair and all my piercings still in

So I was met with looks of surprise and disgust

Then came the fact that I had no clue what was going on in my classes

They were all taught in Korean

Which I did not speak

I heard that they teach English in Korean schools but nobody said anything to me in English

Nobody said anything to me at all

I spent the day getting lost and getting to my classes late

In class I spent the time spacing out or doodling in my notebook

In one class, I was dying in the blazer and I saw that some of the other students took theirs off

So I did too

When the teacher noticed, she started yelling at me

In Korean

I had no clue what was going on

She kept gesturing to the blazer

"I'm hot", I said

"No!", she yelled and continued in Korean

"It's hot", I repeated helplessly, "I'm sweating"

I saw some other students look at me and laugh

I glared at them and they stopped laughing and turned around

I looked back at the teacher who was glaring at me but I didn't know what she wanted or why

The guy next to me turned to me and said, "Your jacket. Put it on."

I stared at him, "You speak English?"

"A little. Not much.", he answered

"Jung, Hoseok", the teacher yelled

The guy who spoke to me turned to her and answered her in Korean

She said something to him and he answered

She nodded and turned back to the lesson

He said to me again, "Put the jacket on."

"Why?", I shot back, "It's hot and everyone else has it off."

He nodded to my arm, "Your tattoos. Not appropriate for school. You're too young"

"Seriously? So I have to sweat because I have tattoos?"

He shrugged, "The teacher doesn't like it. Just put it on."

I made a face but I put on the dumb blazer and sat sweating for another twenty minutes

When class was over I looked at my schedule

Lunch

Finally

I started to get up but the guy who spoke to me called me

"Uh. Russo...Joanne?"

I turned to him, "Um what did you call me?"

"Um your name? Russo, Joanne right?"

"Oh you guys do the last name first thing.", I remembered, "Um yeah that's my name but you can just call me Joanne. Or Jo works too."

"Jo?" he asked

"Yeah. My family calls me that."

"Ok."

"And you are?"

"Jung, Hoseok"

"So....Hoseok?", I clarified

He nodded, "Yes. Or Hobi."

"Ok Hobi", I repeated, "So tell me what it is you want? And could you make it quick, I'm hungry "

He looked confused for a minute

I wondered why he wasn't saying anything until I realized he either didn't know what I was saying or didn't know how to say what he wanted to in English

Well this sucked, but I tried again

"You want to talk to me?"

"Uh, yes.", he said

"Ok"

He gestured for my schedule and I handed it over

"Um you have lunch now.", he said slowly

I nod

"Me too"

"Oh ok", I said,

"Want to come with me?", he asked

I gaped at him for a few seconds surprised he was actually interacting with me, let alone asking me to go to lunch with him

I pulled myself together and answered, "Sure why the hell not? It's not like I have any friends. I'd probably get lost trying to find it anyway and then I'll be starving and sweating" I say

He just looked at me, unsure

"Oh right.", I said to myself

"Ok", I said to him

He smiled and I followed him to the lunch room

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Since that day Hobi and I became inseparable

I found out he lived in the house next to my aunt's

Hobi is an amazing friend

He was there for me and helped me turn everything around in my life

He always made me laugh and he is so funny

He still makes me laugh all the time

He helped me with school and especially with Korean

I also practiced hard on my own because I wanted to talk to him more

I helped him with English as he wanted to learn it

Now we're both fluent in English and Korean and speak to each other in both languages

I also found out Hobi loved to dance

He loved hip hop dancing and he was amazing

He competed with a dance group in shows and competitions.

Once I found that out I went to every show and competition he had.

I loved watching him dance

He was mesmerizing

Still is

When we graduated high school Hobi auditioned for a company called "Big Hit Entertainment."

He was picked to become a trainee as a solo artist- a rapper and dancer

He had to move to Seoul for his training

It actually worked out because I was moving to Seoul to go to school there for paleontology

So we went together

Hobi was a lot more busy than I was especially when he debuted

But I was there with him supporting him all the way

I will always support him no matter what

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I get out of my car and go to Hobi's apartment

Hobi and I have been doing this for about a year

At first it was just sex

Too bad I had to fall in love with him

But I'm very good at hiding my feelings

I used the keys he gave me and opened the door

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Hobi POV

I hear the door unlock and I know she's here so I get up and go to the door

When she opens it, I grab her, slam the door closed and push her against it, my mouth on hers in an instant

I feel the cold metal from her hoop lip ring on my lips which feels good

I need her

Now

She drops her bag and responds to me immediately, her hands going in my hair, pulling me closer

My hands are all over her, groping her body

She tugs my hair and I can't help it, I make a whiny sound

I feel her smirk

She knows I like it when she pulls my hair

I reach down and pick her up, her legs going around me as I carry her to the couch

We're not making it to the bed

I lay her down and I rip her shirt off

"Hey! That was a new shirt!", she protests

I roll my eyes, "I'll buy you a new one"

"Not the point", she says

Ignoring her I lean down and kiss her, her tongue moving in my mouth

She reaches for my shirt, pulling it up and I reluctantly move from her lips to help her get it off me

I look down at her, admiring her

She's so beautiful

I kiss down her neck and her body shakes

I move down and kiss down her tattoo on her side, making her shiver more

She loves it when I do that and I love doing it

I usually don't like tattoos especially for me

But I love hers

It's not Joanne without all her tattoos, it's part of who she is

And they're beautiful just like her

I get back up and kiss her on the lips again, one of my arms wrapping around her and going in her hair

I start kissing down her neck again

She turns her head and makes a small sound before she bites my bicep and I moan

She's a biter and I love it

I keep kissing her and she moans "Hoseok"

It drives me crazy when she moans or screams my name

I can listen to that all day

I smirk then kiss her lips as I start to pull her pants off

Her hands are moving all over my body and then they reach my pants pulling them down

I get up and we get all our clothes off, tossing them around the living room

I lay down on my back on the couch, my head against the arm rest

I smirk at her, stick my tongue out and motion for her to come to me

She climbs on me stopping at me hips

"No", I tell her, "Higher"

She cocks her head confused but she moves up and hovers above my stomach

"More", I say

She moves up to my chest and I say, "More"

"What? Where am I supposed to go? There's nowhere else to go"

I smirk and say, "My face"

"Excuse me?"

I say clearly, "I want you to ride my mouth"

"Hobi...really?"

"Really", I answer, grabbing her and lifting her up until her legs are on either side of my head and she's hovering above my mouth

I lift my head and attach my mouth and lips to her, tasting her

She lets out a scream as I move my tongue

She immediately gets so wet and I love how she tastes

She moans loudly and her hips start moving against my face and I love it

I stick my tongue inside of her and she screams my name

"Hoseok! Oh god Hoseok!"

I start moving my tongue, fucking her with it and tasting juice as it runs in my mouth

So good

Her hand goes in my hair and pulls and with everything she's doing, how she's screaming my name and how good she tastes I feel my hard cock leaking cum

I stop for a second to tell her, "Baby cum in my mouth"

Then I lick her slowly again

"Wha...what", she moans out

"I want you to cum on my tongue", I say between licks

"Hobi..."

"Please baby, I want you to so much. You know you taste so good and I want it. Please", I beg

"Yes Hobi", she moans

I start licking her faster and her moans intensify

"Hobi, Hobi", she screams and I know she's ready

I stick my tongue in her again and wiggle in as far as I can

"Hoseok!"

I feel her cum, her tightening and pulling on my tongue, her cream tasting so good

I eagerly swallow her sweet cream, wanting so much more

Latching onto her clit, I suck desperately, her fingers twisting my hair, the pretty moans falling from her throat sounding in my apartment

Her clit throbs in my mouth and I'm so hard, it hurts

The next suck has her coming in my mouth and I greedily swallow all of it

So fucking good

When she finishes her body relaxes but I'm not done yet

And I know she isn't either

She can go for a long time

I grab her by her hips and lift her up, slamming her down on my cock as I lift my hips up, burying length inside her in one stroke

I let out a shout at how incredible she feels as she yells too

"Oh my god!", she screams in pleasure

I pick her up, almost off me and slam her down again and again and again, her pretty pussy opening just for me, the pleasure astounding

She's so tight, clinging desperately on my shaft, her pretty slit opening to fit me inside her

She keeps squeezing and clenching me over and over so that she's so tight when I slide in her

I groan and keep slamming her on me faster, right into her spot, her cunt creaming my cock so much, the sight so beautiful

"Don't stop Hobi. Please. Don't stop" she yells

And I don't

"Fuck Hobi! You're so fucking hard fuck. Such a big thick cock baby. You feel so fucking good", she wails as I continue to fuck her on my dick

I look up to see her head back and her body wet with sweat

I feel myself about to lose it

"Cum baby!",I yell

"Mmmm", she moans

"Please Joanne. Please. Cum on me!", I beg her, slamming her down hard, my hips all the way up going so deep in her

She does, screaming, her pretty body shaking on me

When she clenches and pulls on me I let go and shout her name as I cum, ecstasy hitting me hard

Her cunt pulses around me, milking my cock and prolonging the pleasure

My god, her orgasms are so fucking pleasure

I've never felt anything like them and fuck I'm addicted

When we finish, she collapses on me, both of us breathing hard and sweating

We lay like that for a few minutes, with her kissing my jaw and neck over and over

I feel my skin tremble under her kisses, sending shivers down my spine

I run my hands down her back, squeezing her cute round ass in my palms

And I get hard again

She can make me hard so quickly and she hardly had to touch me

She giggles and whispers in my ear, "Again Hobi?"

"Mmmm..hmmm. You know I can't get enough of you"

I sit up and push her back gently, helping her get on her hands and knees

She knows what I want

When she's in that position, I give her full control and she can move however she wants on me

I position myself and wait for her

She looks back at me and giggles

"You want it Hobi?", she teases, shaking her ass at me

I gulp, "From you Jo? Always"

I moan loudly she slides on me and her behind hits my pelvis, bottoming me out

She moves almost completely off of me and then slides back down me faster, making noises as she does

"Fuck", I moan

She moves faster and faster

I look down and see me going in and out of her, her leaving me drenched every time she pulls away

I can't tear my eyes away and it turns me on so much more

"Hmmm you want it Hobi?"

My eyes snap up and I see her looking at me over her shoulder

I nod

She moves off me, turns and pushes me back, climbing on top of me and putting me back in her

She starts bouncing on me, up and down, over and over

I love when she takes control like this

I watch her ride me and my hands go up to hold her boobs

"No Hobi", she says,

I get excited knowing what shes gonna say

I love when she does this

"No touching Hobi"

I growl at her, "But-"

"No touching or you don't get anything"

"Jo!", I whine

She continues to move on me

Then she says, "You want it Hobi. You wanna cum?"

Fuck yes I wanted to cum

I nod over and over

"I wanna cum too", she moans

"I want you to cum too baby. I love seeing your cream all over me"

She keeps moving, harder, leaning on my chest, the squelching sounds of her cunt taking my cock inside so fucking pornographic

"Tell me you want to cum Hoseok and maybe I'll let you", she says as she moves faster, intentionally clenching me and smirking

"I...I...", I stutter, the pleasure she's giving me is so intense

"Wha..what was that?", she pants

"I....wanna cum. Oh my god, ahh, I wanna cum so bad!", I shout

"Then cum Hobi", she whispers and my body obeys her and I shout as I explode, shooting my load deep inside her

She starts moaning and then screams my name as she explodes too

I grab her hips to keep her from falling off me, keeping her on my cock, letting her ride out the pleasure on me

After, I help her off me and get up, letting her lay on the couch

I'm starting to get up when she takes my hand asking me to stay with her

She moves on her back, pulling me on top her

We get into a comfortable position, my head using her boobs as soft bouncy pillows

She wraps her arms around me, softly playing with my hair

I glance up at her and she smiles at me

Her smile is so beautiful

She's so beautiful

I can't help it

I say what I've been wanting to say to her for a long time

"I love you", I whisper

She freezes and her eyes go wide, "Wha...what?"

"I love you Joanne. I'm in love with you. I've been for a long time. I've been wanting to tell you but I was scared. But I want you to know. And if you can, can you give me a chance to be with you? For real?"

I don't know what I expected her to say or do but I'm still surprised when she smiles.

"I love you too Hobi", she confesses

"You do?", I ask shocked

I did not see that coming

"Yeah. I guess I'm really good at hiding my feelings", she says, "I've been in love with you for a long time too."

I smile at her, so excited that she loves me too

"And yes. I want to be with you"

I'm ecstatic when I hear her say this

I reach for her and pull her into a searing kiss, so happy I finally got the girl I've always wanted

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Episode 1 Reactions (Less Coherent Edition)

It's been two and a half years, y'all, and what a start to the new season it was. (I've seen mixed reviews in the tag, but personally the initial reaction is I loved it.) What I apparently forgot in those two years, however, is that my in-the-moment reactions notes are not very coherent. So I apologize in advance if you aren't sure what part the note refers to. I'm going to make another post tomorrow with some more coherent thoughts around the episode and some predictions about the season in general (I'm also going to be rewatching the episode later so that might lend more clarity to the next post as well). I also cut out a chunk of my reactions that were just me screaming a character's name when they showed up, unless it makes sense for the next note to leave it in (and there were a lot of these, since it's been two and a half years since I've seen my friends).

Obligatory spoiler warning if you weren't already expecting them. Prepare for some wildness. I've bracketed [ ] some brief clarifying post-ep notes (not everywhere though).

I'm obnoxious, I'm watching the entire recap.

The editing of this recap is interesting.

The bleak theme is worrying. I don't like it. But I do love the color scheme of the logo.

SYLVIE???!!!

CASEY!!!

Okay hopefully that wasn't Sylvie.

Someone give this boi [Loki] a nap. He's had a very very very long day and it's only getting longer.

What the fuck is happening.

X-5 you've got the haircut of a cop, I've decided I don't like you.

Man, I hope we fix this time-slipping in this episode, it's stressing me out too fucking much.

Oh motherfuck. This is driving me insane. This is Sisyphean torture. [I don't remember what specifically I was referring to, so I don't remember if this is an accurate description.]

OH MY GOD I LOVE LIZ CARR I HOPE SHE STICKS AROUND [Man, Liz Carr is just hopping from franchise to franchise this summer. She's in Loki, Good Omens, The Witcher)

OH SHIT. Renslayer and Kang. If they kiss on tape I'm marking it on the Bingo.

I DESPERATELY want to know what B-15's backstory is. She's a fantastic character and I want to know how she used this personality on the timeline.

Keep that Hitler youth-looking fuck away from my girl!

Oh my god, I'm going to be watching this conversation in the hall between Loki and Mobius over and over, because I love every part of it. The panicking, the teasing, the touching, the making each other feel better. Just the entire debriefing, reuniting conversation is EVERYTHING to me right now.

"In order to do that I need a Loki Who Remains." I love this

"I have no memory of having my memory wiped." Mobius. This is Catherine Tate on Nevermind the Buzzcocks telling David Tennant "I don't know songs I've never heard of" solidarity [I understand I'm making obscure 13+ year old references but this quote lives in my head rent free]

Ugh I HATE time travel. But it makes sense why his name is OB now. Also his door is a circle.

OB IF YOU KILL LOKI I WILL END YOUR CUTE BESPECTACLED FACE FASTER THAN YOU CAN SAY "No...wait."

OB IF YOU KILL MOBIUS I WILL PERSONALLY FLAY THE SKIN FROM YOUR OWN BONES

Mobius writing "skin" into the dust on the computer lololololol

WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING JUST LET LOKI CONFESS

OB I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS IF ONE OF THESE BOYS EVEN SEEMS TO DIE AT THE END OF THIS EP

HOW IS HE GONNA HOOF IT BACK IF HE CAN BARELY CRAWL [I started getting really stressed at this point. It's pretty much caps lock from here on out.]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WE'RE GONNA END THIS EPISODE WITH MO BITING IT AND THEN LOKI FIXES IT IN EP TWO AND BRINGS HIM BACK

OR LOKI BITES IT AND THE OTHER WAY HAPPENS

THERE'S ELEVEN MINUTES LEFT BUT I DON'T TRUST MARVEL NOT TO MAKE ELEVEN MINUTES OF CREDITS

MARVEL DON'T MAKE ME CHECK OFF THE CRYING BOX [on the Bingo Card] ON EPISODE ONE

MARVEL

I WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP

MARVEL

LOKI

MOBIUS

LOKI

MOBIUS

SYLVIE MY DARLING MY PERFECT LOVE THANK YOU OH MY GOD

How wild is it that Loki comes flying back from the jaws of death itself and saves Mobius from getting his skin ripped off and they land on the floor of the TVA in each other's arms, and the first thing Loki does is bring up his ex-girlfriend [I wouldn't classify Sylvie as this, but I'm being tongue-in-cheek, and Mobius did accuse Loki of falling for himself in season 1, so]

OKAY BUT I WAS RIGHT THAT WAS SYLVIE AT THE BEGINNING [Before you reply, remember I can't respond to those, and also I forgot that was the past and at the end Loki's in the future. HOWEVER, I do still think that was Sylvie at the beginning.]

SHE IS IN BROXTON HELL YEAH WHOEVER FIGURED THAT OUT (I don't remember who that was) FOUR FOR YOU HOLY SHIT

Oh Sylvie :(((

[iamgrape]

Gluttonous Love♡lust 2

Warning: this content have Cannibalism being mention.

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You wonder why your being serve a meal by a cannibal. A very delicious meal fit for a rich human. Or at least some fancy ass restaurant.

"Y-your not going to pull a Hanibal Lector on me are you!?" You try to use your fork as a weapon as he happily eat his own meal in front of you.

"Oh... Is that the famous cannibal person base on the movie? Do you meant the brain part? Ahaha~ I don't eat people who still wants to live." He chomp on his meal as he says this.

"Rinne give me a list of people who died or want to end their life before their time. Willing victim makes me less guilty for humanity." He look at his meal as if thinking about something.

"If I weren't born this way, I could try helping them out. But sadly their own demise is what feeds a gluttony like me...." There's a hopeless smile on his face.

"Anyway you should eat that till it's warm~ don't worry there's no human meat in it~ the good stuff is for me~" he become a happy.

"... Y-you sure there aren't any human meat there...? " You poke the food, you do think the food looks very appetizing as ever!

" Ahaha~ of course! I'm not that bad to serve you, something that will be wasted if you throw it up." He went to grab the juice pitcher and pour your cup some weird blend, like galaxy like sparkling juice.

"it's made of blue turnips, lemon, edible glitter for presentation." He seems to notice your gaze.

" There's chocolate cookies and lava cake stuffed with overloaded of chocolate. " He put the freshly bake desert right beside your plate.

"....I..." You normally don't eat human food as you don't need too.

But damn, the scent is tempting you and a demon, your prone to temptation. You soon took a bite of the cookies and the flavor of chocolate explode in your mouth.

You start to put your guard down and eat the other meal he serve. Smiling as you taste the new dish and nomming the next.

"Uwaaaahh! It's so good! Servant! I want you to be my chief!" You can't help but says with your in your happy mood, like a young lil devil who have their first candy.

"Ahaha~ Chief? Ok~ I'm willing to cook for you, master!" He seems quite happy to see someone enjoy the food he made. As so far, he only made meal for himself. His unable to share his creation as he fear his own nature will get the best of him. But seeing you enjoying it. Maybe its not so bad to have Rinne find him a roomie after being a hassle to his life for hundred of years.

"Shiina Niki." He introduced himself. "What's your name sis?"

"Sis? Gasp how dare you define my gender! :/" You muffle as you stuff your mouth with cookies. "I'm the great MC! I will become the lord one day! So you better remember it servant!"

"Ahaha~ ok~ MC~" your sort of weird but he too is a strange one. But as Niki thought of that. The smile on his face won't leave. His really happy today, to meet you.

Hopefully you two get along or else he have to result to eating you so you won't tell any authority about the crime he did against the idealogy of humans.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Crystal Hearts

Prequel PT3: you and me

➽──PRE───CH18───NEXT───❥

The three of you walk in the corridor, you look at the pretty garden under the moonlight. Pausing for a moment as you heard your phone ringing.

"Oh. Excuse me." You quickly told the two, kohaku stared at your phone with wide eyes.

(Ya.. have a phone?)

(Ye...? Obviously.)

He suddenly cannot believe he don't see you use one at all! He never see you use one! How! If! He! Knew! He! Could! Contact! You!

"Sure~ sure~ it's probably your family isn't it?" The head of Oukawa let you be with your call.

"Yee. Thanks for that! Brb!" You wave your hand to form a circle and a bubble that won't let your convention be heard appear around you. But pause when you remember something. You pop the Bubble. You put the call on hold since it's just Ei.

"I forget! since your kohaku's father. Here. I Have packs of sweets for you and your family." You give them a pack of sweets. " Those are pudding and rice cake. Hopefully it would be enough. Since kohaku always said the sweets run out the next day. You guys eat a lot." You added. Thinking it's the whole family who eat all the sweets

"..." The father look at his son who won't dare meet his eyes. "Why, thank you!"

Through the past sweets are eaten by this addicted son of mine. He won't even let his poor old man have a single bite without stinging me! ' he wanna complain to his future in law but he saw his cute son pouting and poofing in anger as if seeing the look of sly of his father eyes that wanna tell his secret!

'dad better not tell! I will tell you off to main family for what your trying to do, trying to go to the other world while being drunk ass! ' he glare at him with eyes saying those.

'oh my... My own son, bullying me cause you don't want your fae to learn about you being too addicted to their sweets? Ahaha how cute. '

"Anyway. This is for Kohaku." You take out something from your space and clenching your right hand into a fist as you reach to measure kohaku fingers size and wrist with your left hand, he blush at what your doing.

" Okii. Here you go!" You unclench you right hand as you manage to perfect it. "Space ring connected to mine. Eheh." You giggle " so you can have All sweets freshly baked and made. " You carefully put the three rings. On his thumb, middle and pinky finger.

" M-MC! " His eyes widen at the sight of the rings.

" Your so silly it's just space ring. " You pat his head. " Snap your fingers and you'll get something. " You instructed.

"... Ok. " He cover his face with his other hand as he snap his finger like you instructed, a pack of sweet appear on his hand.

" That's noice! Eheh. I guess using the allowance for this whole month is worth it. Eheh. " You giggle with glee as it manage to work out

"Oh my... How sweet. Did you say yes. Kohaku-chan?" His father tease him causing kohaku to turn bloody red and glare at his father.

"W-what?!" He cannot believe his father gonna do this to him!

"Hmm? Oh... Is this about the human traditions thing? Rings are symbol of union, yes? " You obviously know that. You read many shoujo manga after all!

" Humans have odd tradition. Rings can be broken like vows of unfaithful wedded or not wedded couples.. " You pointed out. " In tradition of faes. One cannot broke it or else both of you will die... Love till death like they say~ ahaha" You casually says. "anyway, Ei is calling me." You turn around to put yourself in a Buble again.

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"... Your taste for people is very spicy, my dear son." The older Oukawa quickly says as he take a bite of the sweets, his eyes widen as he thought of something.

" Ah. That child. Really thinks this old man cannot defeat em... " He chuckle darkly as he gaze at your direction who's Rolling ya eyes because Ei just said, he won't sent allowance for what you did in the arcade and buying space rings connectors.

" What.? "

" Your fae our some Blanc on this sweets. Clearly... They think I'm quite too old to fight young people. "

"it taste normal. Through. " Kohaku pointed out. After taking one from the box you give from his dad.

"That's because your special one. You won't be effected by such buff that easily. Through I wonder where they manage to get Blanc powder. Those are rare since angels won't purify those noirs without risk of being poisoned. " his father takes another bite as his enjoying his gift from his future in law. Another plus points for being generous and ready to gift in laws!

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" Hope you accidentally sip salted tea!ԅ( ͒ ۝ ͒ )ᕤ" you curse eichi as you ended the call with him laughing like an evil Satan he is.. He just told you, your little video have gain 1 million views after he learn you trying to save someone from their fated doom ( Yua's mom)

Which is a Few hours ago, which mean in the world of fae. That damn ei posted it a second ago and it become a viral! He showed on live television! How hateful!!!

"Sowwy! I was called out by a bitch." You pop the Buble as you Return to the father and son dou.

"Oh, is it your boss? Ahaha." The older Oukawa guess.

"Idk. Probably? He orders me around cause if I don't. His gonna torment my best friend. His an angel. His probably Lucifer through." You causally says. " Stupid emperor is being annoying and pushing."

"Angel... You say... There's only one angel who's a big guy in the world of fae..." as he thinks about it, he look at you closely, his eyes widen. Suddenly thought of something and takes out stone and put it to your hand, you raise a brow. At what's his doing.

"Oh... My goodness... Kohaku-chan! You don't tell me your friend is the sleeping beauty!" He gasp in shock.

"... What?"

" His talking about core faes." You rolled your eyes as you realize, his father discovered your identity.

"Ahaha are you going to give up now, since you discovered I have unfair advantage over the fight, oukawa-san?(ʃƪ＾3＾）" You taunt him.

"No. Obviously this makes it more comedy gold in my eyes! Ahaha. How fate work in such odd way!"

He chuckle. He cannot believe his child liked another core fae! The core fae called sleeping beauty at that!

"... Your dad is a weirdo." You whisper to kohaku. "Sorry. I apologize for his oddness." Kohaku quickly says.

"Ahaha. I cannot let you win."

"sorry I'm addicted to Victory. You have to pass on trying to win against me." You pointed out.

" Kohaku-chan! Why is your taste in people such problematic?"

"Your calling me shit in front of my face? Damn." You cannot believe this old guy. "Why does his taste have to be do with me? " You rolled your eyes.

" Well, of course, my child likes you." He honestly says as he look at his pitiful son.

"DAD!!???" Kohaku gasp, he cannot believe his father would tell him off! How hateful!

" Oh?" You pause to process what he said. You look at kohaku. " You like me?" You smile, awaiting for his answers.

" No." He shakes his head.

"What a liar you are, old man!" You glare at the older Oukawa.

(You cannot have your hopes up at all! You always get rejected! How hateful! Maybe your not meant for a couple thing! How cruel fate is.)

"I don't know what I felt!" Kohaku quickly hold your hand. You look at him. "but I'm willing to see you defeat my dad in a fight! "

" What? How does that connect to, liking me. " You wonder if they have weird fetish to see their older generation gotten beaten up, before they are sure they like the person.

Weird traditions... But you cannot judge, culture and traditions of humans.

"Oh my, you don't tell them about what happened." The old man chuckle very amuse that his son left such important details when he bring you home. Maybe that's why your up to fighting him since you don't know about it.

"What?" You tilt you head on confusion.

"You defeated my child. And if you defeated me. You will be married to my son." The older man can feel his son hateful glare causing him to laugh even more.

"... That's some ...one of a kind traditions." You complimented. " Why would you want to marry someone you just meet months ago? " You ask kohaku through there's a happy smile slowly appear on your face and your eyes sparkling in glee.

"I don't k-know! I just do." He can't even meet your eyes. He become a bashful mess by how much your staring at him.

"I see!!" You nodded in understanding. "Do I knock you out cold now?" You ask the older Oukawa as you raise you fist.

"M-MC...?∑(//°∀°// )" Kohaku eyes widen as he look at you on surprised, He cannot believe your still willing to fight his father!

"Oh my, are you that into romance?" He chuckle in amusement.

"Kohaku and I are the only core fae in the two worlds... No. By default. I am the ONLY one. Kohaku is a dark fae, not core fae like me." You corrected yourself.

Kohaku's dad look bewailed at you who will cover his son real identity through a lie, you'll keep the facade till someone will find out on their own and not from yourself.

"As someone with fate as I. I wanna experience all type of love! If someone wanna romance me and ask me to marry them especially if they are cutie like kohaku then I'll say yes! Eheh!" You shamelessly says.

" Love and surprised! Life is full of surprise! Lovelife have love! In it! Love have many kinds! It's beautiful?" You were raise by someone who love, surprised and the idea of love.

"Oh my... " He was quite taken back by your oddball personality but it's a welcome one. His son really have an odd taste with people he fallen in love with.

"Do I fight you now?" You excitedly raise your fist again. "Ahaha. My. You and I would fight tommorow. It's quite late now don't you think so too? " He pets your head, your such a silly child.

"Aww. (´ε｀ ) " You pout. "Should I go back tomorrow?" You look at the two of them and the night sky. It is indeed pretty late now.

"Ah. Don't worry. There's a free room in front of my son's. You can sleep there." The older one says as he look at you before looking at his little boy who start to fidget and still have a burning red face.

" You should assist your fae, now carry on now." He says as he shhh you all off.

" Thank you sir! Ahaha. Night night!" You wave to the older Oukawa as kohaku held your hands, dragging you away from his dad before his dad would say more stuff he hides! Ah that hateful father! (`ー´)

"Night night to you dear." The older Oukawa wave you two off. He can't help but tear up. His son is growing too fast! Already brought love to be introduced to the whole family! Ah young love.

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