#i wanna know what their conversation was like walking from the bar in the candy kingdom to marcelines house

[goffiks]

simon adventure time sees an adultless kid and is like. okay well im a dad now

[gilverrwrites]

Their Perfect Dates HCs [Demon Edition]

Well.. demons + Benny

Rating: General

Angel Edition | Human Edition

Please remember: you can do hard things!

Belphegor

No gift, he’s from a time before that was a thing and does not care enough to check what the current trends are.

If you ask nice enough, he might bring you something next time.

Weirdly obsessed with humans however. (Just not in a ‘I wanna be like them’ way)

Find a cafe with outdoor seating in a highly populated area, and people watch.

Laugh at his jokes, and don’t be precious over your food/drink cause he’s gonna help himself.

‘Hot, not, not, HOT, extra hot.’ ‘This is so good, have you tried this?’ ‘It was yours? Oh shit, sorry. At least you have good taste… in multiple ways’ (he’d wink at you then, if he could.) ‘Ew have those pants ever in fashion?’ ‘Haha, did you see that kid face plant the side walk?! Get rekt’

Benny

He’s an old traditional man really, he’ll bring you a bouquet of daisies. Legitimately, if he could, he would ask your father for permission to take you out.

Cooking as has always been, and continues to be a big part of Benny's personality.

It doesn’t matter that the food no longer sustains him, because it keeps him connected to his home, and his history.

Plus, the way to any person's heart is through their stomach,

You’ll be in the kitchen together, cooking gumbo or jambalaya, and bananas foster for dessert.

If you don’t know how to cook, don’t worry. Benny is gonna take the lead anyway, he’ll teach you as much as you think you can handle.

He’s very respectful, but if you just so happen to brush against each other while working in the same space, well, that just can be helped now can it?

Or if you’re slightly in his way, sometimes he just needs to rest a gentle but firm hand on your hip and guide you to the side.

Or if you accidentally get something on your cheek? Your lip? He’ll have to get that for you.

Crowley

I’m picturing a rustic but sophisticated cabin in the woods.

Somewhere private, a safe space just for the two of you.

Something with a big, roaring fireplace.

A big, plush, velvety sofa, and an array of fluffy blankets, pillows, furs, rugs.

A fully stocked bar. ‘Don’t worry darling, you won’t have to lift a finger.’ He or a lesser demon will make all your drinks for you.

Just some real, 1 on 1 quality time together where you can both be vulnerable.

Whether you spend all night in deep conversation, cuddling, or getting even more intimate is your choice.

Meg

Would forget to bring you a gift, but if it goes well, she’ll likely give you one of her many pieces of jewelry, ‘Whatever you like most hun, just take it.’

I feel like she would actually really enjoy something creative, the messier the better.

Like finding a big open space, lowering the lights, laying down a big canvas, cracking open a bottle, and getting busy with some paints.

No brushes, just hands (or other body parts if you like).

Rowena

Gracing you with her presence is gift enough.

If anything, you should be bringing her a gift. Jewelry is always best, but she will settle for roses or red wine.

Rowena knows her worth, and if you don’t, then don’t waste her time.

She deserves nothing less than to be wined and dined somewhere very nice.

Followed by a show. The ballet or the opera.

Just imagine, the both of you dressed to the nines. Holding hands over the table, good food and drink, Rowena sharing stories from her time on earth.

Coffee or dessert? Both. Please and thank you.

Ruby

Would bring you candy, but you have to share.

Also a big foodie, but more eating, less cooking.

Like a street food market, or a boardwalk.

You can compete on the water guns and ring toss games to win each other prizes.

She’s only letting you win if there is something in it for her. – Particularly a prize that she wants.

Regardless of who wins what, you’re gonna be the one carrying everything.

Then stop at every food stand on the way.

Bonus points for somewhere that has proper french fries in large portions.

Afterwards, you can chat at the end of the peer, and/or make out under it. 

[paingoes]

Rubies - Hangover

drunk delta makes an appearance

alt title: DIFFICULT AT PARTIES

(Content: living weapon whumpee, conditioned whumpee, rocky recovery, past trauma, alcohol, flashbacks, guilt, begging)

“Do you wanna come out with me tonight?” Kitty asked. She was only half visible within the shared bathroom, but she popped her head out to see if he’d answer. Delta looked up from his laptop. He was up on the top bunk, a couple pillows propped up behind him to shield his spine from the wall. His typing ceased.

“…Do you want me to?” he asked.

He had refused the first time, then the time after that. His associations with the word party had been less than positive. What he thought of first was thick smoke and deafening music. What he thought of next was clean yellow floors and the unbearable sense that everyone in that room would steal him away if they had half a chance. He’d had to bite back his own sense of betrayal when she’d asked. He was so sick of being arm candy, just a toy to be shown off or a silent threat to levy.

He hadn’t told her that was why. After a few hours, he had rationalized that that was not why she had invited him to go. But he’d still said no, once he was certain he was allowed to.

He could’ve said no again. But he knew there was a reason she kept asking — she wanted it. There was so little he could offer her in return for what she’d done for him. He could do this, if she really wanted him to.

He was curious, after all.

~

“House partyyyyyyy,” Kitty told him in the car. “My friend Nora’s house. She’s nice. You’ll like her.”

“Please don’t leave me alone,” he begged.

“I won’t!” She wrapped her hand around his own. “Prommy.”

“Prommy?”

“Different way of saying promise.”

“Okay.”

She pushed the door open, not releasing his hand as she stepped out into the street. He followed her, keeping close. He liked the way the wet asphalt reflected the street lights. It was still strange to be out so late. He’d so rarely been given the chance to before — and certainly not in places like this. 

They walked up the rusted stairs of the fire escape. Other people were already crowded in the cage-like structure of the entryway. They blew smoke out through the bars, letting it dissipate into the cold night air. Kitty squeezed in between them. Delta tracked behind— nervous, but less so when he had a target to follow. 

Inside, it was about as loud as he’d expected it it to be. His eyes traced over the bright purple lights cast up against the white-washed walls, the less than enthused but still rhythmic motion of bodies. They were all silhouettes. He took an effort to make out their faces, but it was a half-hearted one. His attention was still drawn back to Kitty, who seemed to have found her friend.

Despite being the ostensible host, Nora did not seem particularly interested in hosting. She sat back against what looked to be a fainting couch, with a few other students scattered around her in a semi-circle. She waved lazily as Kitty approached, but leaned forward into the hug she was met with. Kitty chirped happily before bouncing back to Delta’s side, looping one arm through his own.

“This is Delta. He just joined.” She smiled, showing all her teeth. These people weren’t in Galatea, but they’d know what she meant when she said it.

“Cute,” Nora said in low approval. 

He blushed a bit, hiding further behind Kitty, following her as she moved to sit. He still got the overpowering urge to kneel at her feet. It still felt intensely inappropriate for him to be sitting beside her, to be at any of their levels. Even as he did, he felt nervous that they might kick him back down onto the floor. He wouldn’t have even protested. Sometimes the pain was not half as bad as the suspense. 

It didn’t happen. He sat at her side anyway, reflexively pulling his legs up, curling up slightly. He listened idly to their conversation, what little he could make out over the music. It was…nice. He liked the way people spoke outside of Empire. He hadn’t realized that people weren’t always mean. It felt like he was living in a parallel reality sometimes.

They tried to include him in the conversation. It was an effort he appreciated, but not one he really responded to. His voice got caught when he tried.

“You’re in Intel too?” Nora asked him.

“Yes, miss.” He nodded. Kitty had told him he didn’t need to use the honorific anymore, but she hadn’t said he needed to drop it. It was hard to break the habit.

“How’d you get into that?” She smiled — and he saw that she had fangs too.

He shrugged. He was okay at it.

There wasn’t much he was allowed to talk about — and even fewer that he was inclined to. Levon had given him explicit orders not to mention his powers. That was technically his only restriction. But when so much of his life had traced back to it, he found himself more prone to mutism than ever. He hadn’t thought of a good cover story yet.

“Can I go?” he whispered to Kitty.

“You wanna leave?” Her eyes widened. “We can.”

He shook his head. “Just wanna walk around.”

“No prob.” She squeezed his hand. “You don’t have to ask permission.”

“Thank you.”

He drifted away from them, without any real direction. There were a lot of rooms in the apartment, far more than he would’ve expected there to be. 

The alcohol lay unguarded within the busy kitchen. 

Nobody stopped him. He’d been expecting someone to, really. He guessed he was always waiting for someone to yell at him, to cut him off. This was a time honored tradition in his life. 

One of the boys of the half-circle had followed him, much to his surprise. He poured himself a drink, then one more for Delta, though he hadn’t yet finished the first. Delta swore the music was getting louder, because he didn’t hear any of the words that came out when the boy moved his lips, but he nodded as though he understood.

The boy moved over to the kitchen table and he found himself following him.

~

He was too drunk. He knew he was drunk and it felt dangerous, uncomfortable and ominous. There was a soft nausea forming in him. He watched the lights dance as if they might send him a message. The music was loud enough to be painful, but he could still hear the braindead chatter all around him. He’d been guided and abandoned, time and time again. 

He liked the new girl the least. 

“Like, I know,” she complained to the table. “It’s not like I’m fucking dumb.”

Both her hands flew up in frustration. She was even drunker than he was, but she seemed more adept at handling it. He got the sense she was like this even when she was sober.

“I just wish they weren’t so fucking nosy, you know? They’re such helicopter parents, I feel like I can’t even go anywhere without them telling me I’m gonna get chopped up. I’m a fucking adult!”

“At least you have parents,” Delta muttered.

He was vaguely aware of everything that quieted in the space around him after he had said it, but he could not be bothered to care.

“Oh,” she said. 

His eyes practically glazed over as he dug himself in deeper, deliberately.

“No, I think it’s like. Reallllly cool. That you got to have that experience. It’s really awesome that had parents that loved you. And that you were allowed to develop as a person. I can see you really made the best of that opportunity.”

He cracked a small smile. It was such a bitchy thing to say. He didn’t know where the impulse came from, but he wanted to indulge it. As a treat, sometimes. 

Her eyes widened with surprise, some mock-up of offense. For some reason, this annoyed him.

“You don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking about. Do you even hear yourself? You have no idea what it’s like. People are living in war zones right now and they don’t complain as much as you do.”

I never complained as much as you do.

It wasn’t fair.

~

Even from across the room, Kitty could hear Delta’s voice rising in agitation. She was shocked he was speaking at all. Loud or agitated were not qualities she would have ever expected in his voice. It set her on edge immediately.

She crossed the room to find him gripping the table so hard his knuckles turned white. His eyes were squinted in disgust. She caught only the tail end of it, but was surprised to hear just how much venomwas in his tone. She’d never heard it from him. It was so hateful.

“Delta,” she whispered, gripping at his elbow, “C’mere.”

It wasn’t that she meant to pull him around. She didn’t want to. But as she studied the faces of the people gathered around him, it was clear things were turning hostile. He was too fresh for it. She had to get him out.

He dead ignored her, still focused in on the completely one-sided argument he’d engaged himself in. It was only once she’d pulled him a good five feet away from the scene that he seemed to even realize he was moving. He rounded on her in frustration.

“Whaaaaaat?” He hissed. “I said it was cool. I think it is fucking awesome.”

“C’mon,” she nudged him out the doorway, out into the hall. He spun around, ripping himself free of her grasp. None of the disgust or the anger left his expression.

“What? You’re gonna hit me for it?” He challenged. “You hit me for everything, it doesn’t even matter what I do. I don’t care. I don’t even care.”

Kitty frowned. He wasn’t even talking to her anymore. She didn’t know where he had gone in his mind, but she knew it was miles away from the party: She felt a pang of guilt. She’d just wanted to try taking him out. It wasn’t even a crazy party. But it’d been too early. At some point, he’d gotten dead drunk, and she hadn’t even noticed.

“Delta.” Her tone was more pleading now, less irate. He didn’t respond to it either way. He wasn’t listening.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He snapped, then seemed to trip over himself. He braced his back against the wall for support as his hands fumbled by his waistband. He struggled with it. She realized with a start that he was attempting to peel his shirt off — though he was getting visibly frustrated with how little success he was having. 

“Stop.” She said as she slid both her hands over his wrists. She knew she was stronger than him. His own fingers unhooked from the fabric of his shirt, going still.

“It’s not fair,” he said. “Everyone else can do whatever they want. No one ever corrects them. No one cares if they hurt me. But the second I say anything back-“

The speech giving way to a frustrated growl. He’d cut himself off, then tore his wrists free. She let him go. He moved both hands to cover his face.

“It’s not fair,” he whined. “I didn’t do anything.”

~

The place he woke up in was warm. His eyes fluttered open to find soft morning light shining onto the pink comforter. It was bunched up around his face. He’d nestled himself protectively beneath it. It wasn’t his bed, though. 

It was the closest thing to it. He was on the lower bunk, which was Kitty’s section, and he slowly realized it was because she probably couldn’t get him up the ladder last night.

Dread descended on him wraithlike and frigid. He blinked a few more times, unmoving. He did not know how long he stayed like that. After years of being denied adequate rest, he was reluctant to give it up for anything. And no one ever forced him awake here. There was a dull throbbing in the back of his skull - it laid there dormant, menacing. It only erupted into real pain as the door opened and he shot upright in response.

Kitty closed the door gingerly behind her. Her tail curled low beneath her legs and all her limbs hung with neither tension or enthusiasm. Her face was marked with a visible displeasure. Though he’d seen it on her before, he knew it was different this time. It was purely his own doing.

He was on the floor in an instant. The sudden motion caused his stomach to lurch. More vividly, all the colors flashed behind his eyes at once as the migraine aura engulfed his vision. It was a biting pain. Each motion was dizzying, but not enough to destabilize him. He’d been trained better.

“I’m so sorry, Kitty. I’m so sorry.”

Maybe not that well-trained. His nails dug into the flesh of his thighs in a desperation motion. He was talking over her. He was speaking without permission, which he was not supposed to do if he was apologizing. He had learned to let the body language speak for itself since he wasn’t truly allowed to beg. He’d learned it well. Nobody could’ve denied that as he bent his head forward, kneeling down on the floor. But he had to say something to her aloud. He meant it.

She stood in front of him and something truly awful was conjured up in his memory, his own nausea intensifying tenfold just the same as his shame. He couldn’t look at her. Before, when he tilted his head down, his hair would’ve obscured his vision like curtains. It’d been a kind of shelter, even if all its protection was imagined. Here, even in the soft, warm light, he still felt exposed. There was no hiding from it.

“C’mon,” she said softly, “you don’t have to beg.”

There was no chance of that. Not after what had happened. Delta couldn’t bring himself to unfold from the kneel. Through the fabric of his pants, his nails scraped close to drawing blood. He was so sorry. He’d fucked up so bad.

Kitty lowered herself to her ground — and the shock of her presence alone was enough to rouse him. He glanced up nervously, though kept his chin tucked close to his chest, his body still recoiling in anticipation of a slap. It was the absolute least he deserved. He didn’t have the right to cringe away from it. 

But she didn’t touch him. He could tell she wanted to — it was weird for her not to — but she was holding herself back. Her eyes searched him instead.

“How are you feeling?” She looked him over again, as though she might be able to see the migraine aura for herself if she stared long enough. “Your head okay? Are you hungover?”

He was, badly. Without meaning to, his hands slid out of his lap and up along his arms, wrapped protectively around himself. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated quietly.

“Okay. What are you sorry for?”

He winced. It was a familiar question. He answered immediately.

“I was disrespectful.” The safest option, always, the most broadly applicable. “To you. To everyone. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—“ -I’m not allowed to- “—talked to you like that.”

She sighed. His heart sunk to see she was not pleased with that answer.

“C’mere.”

Again, the words were familiar. But the action was not. She pressed one hand to the nape of his neck, gently pulling him closer. To his surprise, he let her. He pressed his head into her shoulder. The scene of smoke and liquor had been washed away, replaced with lye and jasmine. She was still being careful with him. Nothing hurt.

“You were being kind of an asshole.” She said as she stroked his hair back. “But I’m not mad at you, okay? You’re not in trouble. Do you get that?”

He believed her, if that was what she meant. He trusted she wouldn’t hurt him. Even if she should have. Even if he had without a doubt earned it this time. He nodded slowly, without removing himself from the embrace. She kissed the crown of his head.

He only got up when she encouraged him to, ushering him back onto the mattress instead of on the carpet. He only did it because she told him to. He didn’t feel right about it. It didn’t feel fair. There was little he could do to ward the guilt from his demeanor. His own body language had turned sulky, the way it did when he’d been punished, or when he expected to be. 

Kitty seemed to cultivate a deliberate form of inattentiveness. She was still going through the room, straightening up, not looking directly at him anymore. He waited, sensing there was more. He was right. After a while, she added:

“I wish that wasn’t the first time you talked about it.”

Was that what she wanted as conciliation? For him to talk about it?

He didn’t like to. He tried hard not to think about it at all — even though it always burned in his brain. Even if he thought of it every night. He still went mute at each opportunity.

But he’d speak if she wanted him to. If he owed it to her, which he knew he did.

“Um. Last time-“ He hesitated a lot. “-Last time I got too drunk, I got really hungover. And I was. Um.”

He lowered his voice. The tone was becoming progressively less certain. It was harder than he expected.

“I got whipped for it,” he managed, “Until I bled. I wasn’t allowed to. Uh. Sleep. Or eat or anything. Just had to stand there, like, on display. Just to show I’d been punished. Or that I was being punished. Whatever.”

He didn’t realize it until he said it, but he was offering her ideas. If you wanted to… hung just by the tip of his tongue. If you wanted me to…

But she did not accept the invitation. She just looked sad. She crossed the distance between them — he still flinched — just to sit down on the bed beside him.

“I don’t know how anyone could ever hurt you,” she said. She sounded like she meant it, too. He shook his head.

It was arguably one of the more justified punishments he’d be given. He really had talked back in an awful way; he didn’t resent Paris for it. The opposite, really. That was why it had hurt so badly at the time, the same reason it hurt so bad now. He was sorry. He’d deserved it. 

“Drink,” she said, pressing the water bottle into his hands. He nodded obliging, not realizing how badly he needed it until he drank.

He’d never be grateful enough.

“You’re really not going to hit me?” he asked quietly. There was no real surprise in that question anymore; he didn’t expect it from her. It was guilt alone that informed it.

He didn’t even need to be hit. He’d have done anything. Starved. Held still, let himself be chained until his muscles ached. But she wasn’t even yelling. He’d upset her again with the question, but she wasn’t punishing him for it. He felt a strange sense of absence. She did not let him dwell on it.

“Never,” she promised, “We’re gonna go get pho - helps with the hangover. You can come along if you want. If you wanna sleep it off, that’s cool too.”

He pulled his legs up onto the bed, hugging his knees close to his chest. His head felt empty, but raw and stinging about its hollow edges. He took another sip of water.

“Can I come? Please?”

“Yea! Yeah.” She grinned, tousling his hair. “Yeah, I’ve never taken you there before. You’re gonna love it.”

~

The place was small, but not cramped. Large windows let the morning light stream in the same easy way he’d now grown to expect from this planet. He found it a comfort now. The sun would always rise.

Laminated menus laid flat atop the plastic table. He let Kitty order for him, because it was all written in a language he couldn’t read, and because it felt nice to give up control to her. He trusted her enough for that.

He’d been surprised to learn that the we in question had been Kitty and Nora. Nora sat across the table from either of them, shifting the small spheres within her purple drink, eyes red with exhaustion. But if she held any resentment for the night before, she didn’t show it. She didn’t look upset to see him.

Delta drank the tea Kitty had suggested for him and found that he was right to trust her on it. It was sweeter than he was used to, but not unpleasant. It was a soft color. The caffeine in it eased the edge of his headache. His head felt clearer and cleaner the longer he stayed.

“I’m sorry for last night,” he said timidly to Nora. He felt a new shame about his own reticence, aware now that it only appeared as a cover for a secret ugliness in him. He’d proven it to her. He didn’t expect her to forgive it.

“Oh, yeah,” Nora barely looked up. “You’re good. Worse things have happened at my parties.”

He blinked. Was that it? He’d been prepared to get onto the floor and grovel for it, but she’d given it like it was nothing. Delta glanced sideways at Kitty for confirmation. She squeezed lightly at his arm in reassurance. 

The soup came out shortly after. The broth was clear and aromatic. He poked at it idly, still self conscious about his own feeding, his mind still fixated on denial and absolution. But Kitty looked sad when he did not eat and even Nora seemed to raise an eyebrow in concern, so that he had no choice but to indulge them. 

He was glad that he did, though. It was warm and saltier than he had expected, which he appreciated. The headache ebbed away even further and the raw tension in his stomach began to fade. He was grateful. 

He hoped she knew that.

~~~

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[kikistationary]

I wanna talk.

Hyungwon X Reader Fanfic

Genre: Toxic situation ship.

Synopsis: Hyungwon and reader are in a secret relationship. You guys argue about the status of your relationship.

This is pt1. Pt will carry on where this left off and will be rated 18+ for adults content.

Reader Pov

The cool night air kissed my cheeks, my gaze watching as the buildings flowed by as we drove through the relatively empty city. I looked over at Hyungwon, his eyes still focused on the road as if he hadn’t just placed his hand on my thigh. Truthfully, I shouldn’t have been in that car with him, and as far as my friends knew, I had blocked him on everything. Yet, there I was.

“You said you wanted to talk. Talk,” I said to him. He had called me 30 minutes ago, asking to meet outside my condo so we could talk, but he hadn't said anything since I got into the car. I refused to talk to him in the parking lot, fearing someone might see us together.

“Let’s talk at my place,” he said, glancing over at me ever so slightly. I pushed his hand off my thigh. I had a feeling he didn’t actually want to talk. I wasn’t dense or naive.

“Oh, that same place you didn’t want me to come to because you didn’t want anyone to know about us?” I asked sarcastically.

Our whole falling out had been tied to him hiding our relationship, if you could even call it that. We had met one night at the bar he was DJing a few months ago when I went out with my friends, and we had been on and off since then. All arguments led back to him not wanting anyone to know he was talking to someone. His excuse was always that he wouldn’t get hired as a DJ if women thought they had a chance with him.

“You know that’s not true,” he said softly, still not taking his eyes off the road.

I loved putting myself in difficult situations. I could have easily blocked his calls like I was supposed to.

“I don’t want to go to your place. What did you want to talk about?” I said, folding my arms. The more I thought about my situation, the dumber I felt.

“Then what do you want me to do? Where do you want to go to talk? You didn’t want to talk in your parking lot,” he asked, a bit frustrated.

All our conversations turned into fights. We weren’t even together, but the way we went back and forth could easily be misunderstood.

“Pull the car over somewhere and we can talk,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Okay,” he said softly once again. He tried to hide his earlier frustration in his voice, but I still heard it.

He pulled into a mostly empty park. A few people were walking around, maybe four or five, and a couple were sitting on a bench.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, not looking in his direction.

Hyungwon sighed before he began speaking, “I wanted to talk about us and what we have going on.”

“As far as I know, we have nothing going on,” I replied swiftly, already annoyed with where the talk was heading.

“Don’t start that. Just because you are upset, that doesn’t erase what we have going on,” Hyungwon replied.

“And why was I angry, Hyungwon?” I said, squinting my eyes in annoyance. He always expected me to understand where he was coming from without considering how long we had been going through this back and forth. It had become exhausting over time.

“Come on, I told you when we first started. I just wanted to keep my livelihood. I wouldn’t get hired nearly enough if they knew I was with someone,” he said, turning to me pleadingly.

“Then why did you start this? You kept calling me and saying you wanted to meet me and be with me but refused to tell others about us because you wanted to keep being eye candy for other people. Be real, please.”

“I am being real. I told you that you are who I want. What does that have to do with other people knowing?” he asked, his voice growing increasingly more agitated.

“You know what? Don’t even worry about it.”

“I’m just trying to talk to you. Why are you being like this? We are always fighting, can’t we go back to when we were peaceful?” Hyungwon said as he ran his hands over his face.

“Like I said, don’t even worry about it. The way I see it, we were never peaceful, we only got along when we were together,” I said with an eye roll.

I could only tell the truth. I lied to myself, choosing to believe that he only wanted to talk.

“And what's so wrong with that?” he said, looking over and staring me dead in the eyes.

“What’s wrong is that it’s not worth going through this with you. I could find anyone else. At least they wouldn’t act like they didn’t know when we were in public,” I said, returning his deep stare.

Hyungwon reached his hand up to my warm cheek, gently stroking it as he leaned closer. His gaze traveled to my lips.

“Is it really not worth it? We get along, you know that. Not just physically, but mentally too,” he said, then allowed his gaze to travel back to my eyes.

It was this type of smooth-talking that had me under him after many fights we had.

I tried to turn my gaze away from him, but his stroking hand became a grip.

“Whether you want to admit it or not, your body and heart won’t lie,” he said. His thumb grazed over my bottom lip, “no matter what these lips say.”

I slapped his hand away.

“Find somebody else for this bullshit,” I said as I reached for the door handle. A step ahead of me, Hyungwon hit the lock on the car, locking it from the driver's side.

“I don’t want somebody else, and neither do you. Please, let's make up,” he said before reaching for my hand.

“No, Hyungwon. I can’t keep this up. I’m tired. Let’s just stop this,” I said before trying to unlock the door once more. When it wouldn’t budge, I realized he had used the child lock.

“Unlock the door,” I said to him. He refused to look in my direction.

“Hyungwon. Open the fucking door,” I repeated.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR,” I yelled before shaking his hand off.

“What do you want? What do you want me to do?” he raised his voice. “Fine, I’ll tell everybody,” he reached out and forcefully grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers.

“What are you doing? Let go of me,” I said as I furiously tried to pry his hand off. His palm was much larger than mine, so my effort was futile. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone before snapping a picture of our hands together.

“What are you doing?” I asked again.

“I’m doing what you wanted. Now everybody is going to know we are together and we can stop this shit,” he said as he typed away on his phone. Realizing he was planning to post the picture, I lunged at him, trying desperately to remove the phone from his hands.

“NO, THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED,” he yelled. He constantly blocked my hands that were reaching over to grab the phone. Eventually, he quickly unlocked the car and got out with the phone, trying to avoid my hands. I got out right after him, but I was too late.

“There! It’s done, so no more of this shit. I don’t want to argue about this anymore.”

“We were never together, Hyungwon!” I yelled.

“We have been together since the beginning. You just keep starting arguments about who gets to know about it”

I walked over and grabbed the phone from his hands to see what he posted. It was a simple carousel post with our hands as the first picture. The picture was awfully blurry from all the fighting in the car. I swiped to see what the other photo was in the carousel. It was a selfie of him lying on my naked back that I never knew he took or even when he took it.

The views constantly increased the longer the photos were up.

My phone began to ring and my notifications kept going off. I could only assume my friends had seen the post. Luckily, he hadn’t tagged my profile, so no one knew who I was just yet.

This was all too much. I handed him his phone back before walking back to the passenger side.

‘Take me home,’ I said to him before getting back into the car.

My phone continued to ring over and over, and so did his. Once he got into the car, he turned his phone off.

“Not gonna answer that?” he asked as my phone rang again.

“No, my friends are gonna kill me” I said, looking ahead as he started the car.

We sat there for a moment with the car still parked.

“Aren’t you going to drive?” I looked over at him.

He changed his focus to look at me. “They are already going to chew you out. We might as well get the best of it.” He turned the car back off and quickly leaned over to be face to face with me. Our lips almost touched.

“We should do what they accuse you of doing,” he said softly with a smile.

“Is this what you tell other girls?” I asked. He didn’t reply. Instead, he stared at me with a smile, neither denying nor confirming his past actions. He quickly pecked my lips before pulling away and looking me in the eyes.

I grabbed his face and placed a firm kiss on his lips.

I was going to get chewed out anyway.

[bettysupremacy]

omg what abt steve getting a crush on this more rebel, punk-like reader? usually sees her with a guitar or smoking out back somewhere, but he’s worried that he’s not “cool enough” to talk to her

maybe she comes in at the family video to rent a horror movie or something and he finally tries to start a conversation

ajdkdk sorry hope this isn’t too specific, have a great day!!!

hi aster!! thank you for the request it’s adorbs

Robin sits under the counter of family video sorting return movies into boxes.

It’s a perfectly tedious task that she doesn’t mind doing. In fact, she usually fights for it, leaving Steve to take her assortments and shelve them. Except today he forfeits his duties, opting to stand and complain. Loudly.

It’s not that Robins over it, but she’s over it.

“You don’t get it, Robs.” Steve eyes the front door morosely. “She’s so cool. She plays guitar.”

Robin laughs loudly, pulling Gremlins out of the kids box and into the horror box. “So do like, a gillion people, Steve.”

“But she’s good at at.”

Robin shrugs. He got her there.

“And she likes that one band.”

She nods. “Thank you for that.”

“You know which one I’m talking about.”

“Because you gave me so much to work with.”

He glares down, but she doesn’t see. “Long hair?”

“Kiss?”

“Long hair, no face paint.” He adds.

“Iron Maiden? Van Halen? Dokken? Metallica?”

“Metallica!” He nudges her with his foot excitedly.

“Well she likes all those bands.” She shrugs, kicking the loaded romance box away.

His head shakes. “Eddie got his grubby little hands on her.”

“Eddie is her brother, and liking the same bands as your sibling is normal.”

“Still.” He sighs.

His inability to talk to you haunts him. A painful reminder that he’s no longer king Steve.

The door chimes.

“Who is it?” Robin asks.

Steve kicks her, she punches him.

You walk in, destination in mind. He watches silently as you move to the horror section, smiling as he sees you mouth your ABC’s to find Friday the 13th.

You look exceptionally pretty today, he thinks. Black band tee, black skirt, black headband, you look like you’ve shopped in Eddie’s closet. Not that he’s complaining.

You hop up to the counter.

“That was quick.” Steve smiles as he scans the bar code with the little red light. He drops it to the counter when it beeps, typing into the new computer Keith ordered a week ago. “Friday the 13th?”

“Uh huh.” You smile. His knees buckle.

“It’s a great movie, you’ll love it.”

“I don’t know,” Your finger traces the wood countertop. “I’m easily spooked.”

He looks away from the computer, waiting for the receipt to print. “You watching it alone?”

“No,” You laugh. “Definitely not.”

“Oh,” He deflates. “With you’re boyfriend?”

Robin pinches his calf, he resists the urge to kick her again.

You laugh a little louder, a little sweeter. Steve finds the contrast of your look and the sound dizzying. “No, Steve, my brother.”

“Right.” His soft laugh is an air of relief. You roll your eyes, smile plastered onto your face you fear permanently.

“Yeah, Ed’s really tears up these horrors.”

“You look like you would too.” He puts the receipt in your bag. Dropping it to the counter with a soft thud.

“What does that mean?” Your head cocks.

“No I just.. you know- like..”

You laugh, and even though it’s at Steve’s expense, he hopes it’ll happen again. “I was kidding, Steve.”

“Oh,” he breathes, smile playing on his lips. He looks down at the counter. “That was mean.”

Your eyes crinkle. “I’m sorry”

“You don’t look too sorry.” He laughs, a little breathless.

“What can I do to apologize?”

His smile stutters. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

You look around the store and his mind wanders places he feels guilty for. “You wanna come watch it with us?”

You kick the wall softly, nervously. Robin can feel it.

“What?” This isn’t real.

“Yeah, come over tonight. We make popcorn, and he’s buying candy right now.” You search for his eyes now. “Please say yes it’s the least I could do for being so mean.”

“I don’t know.” He hands brace against the wooden counters, a gentle reminder that this is real. Like Robins pinch. “..Eddie would be okay with it?”

“You’re already friends with him, it’ll be perfect.” You grab your bag from the counter, the plastic loud as you wind it around your hand. “And then I’ll have someone to protect me.”

He hears Robin breathe out and dares a look under the counter. She’s grinning like a madman.

You don’t give him room to object, walking to the door and turning around when you hear the chime. “See you tonight. Bye Robin!”

Faint giggles are heard under the counter. Steve feels sick.

And then you walk out. Steve’s heart dragged along behind you.

Robin hops out of the counter. “You got a date, Steve!”

His shoulders droop. “With Eddie.”

“So what?” She claps his back “I doubt he’ll actually be there.”

“Yeah.” He breathes, “It’ll be fine.”

Robin nods once, walking into the back room. “And I’ve finished sorting. Have fun!”

[asmobeuses]

𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨.

synopsis: Noir wasn't expecting a pretty thing like you drinking your woes away in a bar. Maybe he could keep you company?

Warnings: AFAB!reader (feminine terms such as lady, gal. inherently feminine compliments such as pretty,), infidelity, comfort to angst, drinking, cigarette smoking, obvious one-night stand (not written), suggestive, reader consents before they both continue to drink, probably OOC Noir, NOT PROOF READ. lmk if I missed anything <3

As late as it was, you found yourself wandering into a bar. Something, anything to get your mind off what you walked in on would do. You sat down and ordered some bourbon. Your eyes scanned the bar, seeing if you could find some eye candy to occupy your ever-racing mind. A certain patron in a long, collared coat fumbling around in his pocket caught your gaze.

“Fuck,” the unlit cigarette bobbed in his mouth with every word he spoke, “where’d it go? I swear to god it was just in my pocket.”

The man was conventionally attractive. He wasn't too scrawny, but not too muscular. His black hair in a neat swoop complimented his chiseled face and tall stature perfectly. 

“Lookin’ for something?” You called out in his direction, hoping he’d take notice of you.

Noir glanced at you, a small grin gracing his features. “Yeah, darlin’. I’ve misplaced my lighter.” He says, muffled. He pulls the cigarette out from his mouth before continuing. “You wouldn’t happen to have one on ya? It's been a long day and a smoke would be nice.”

You pulled out a lighter and a cigarette from the bottom of your purse. You motioned for him to come sit down.

He sat down and leaned in. “Well aren’t you a sweetheart?” The smile on his face told you that he wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon. 

You put the cigarette up to your lips and lit it, but instead of simply using the lighter for his, you leaned in closer, touching the end of your cigarette with his own. Your eyes were locked onto his the whole time, catching him off guard.

His eyes widened, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine. He couldn’t help but feel appreciative of the proximity, even if it only lasted a little while. He took a long drag before exhaling the smoke. 

“You sure know how to make a man feel lucky,” the grin on his face was laced with amusement, “what’s your name, darlin’?” He was eager to engage in conversation with you.

You chuckled at his question, deciding to play hard to get. "Ah, but revealing my name soooo soon would spoil all the fun, wouldn't it? You'll have to work a little harder to uncover that secret." Your voice carried a hint of a compelling challenge, inviting him to engage in the game of unraveling your mysteries.

He silently accepted her challenge. “Ah ah, two can play it that game,” he winked, “in that case, you can call me whatever you’d like.” His voice held a hint of suggestion. “Anyway, a pretty lady like yourself shouldn’t be here without some company. ‘S too dangerous. What brings you here? You look like you’re sulkin’.”

“Well handsome,” that was the name you chose for him, considering he was playing the same game you were, “ ‘M here because I don't wanna be at home right now.” Your vague words held a certain weight to them, but Noir looked at the wedding band you were fidgeting with on your finger and was able to put two and two together.

“Infidelity?” He inquired, expression turning soft.

“And with his boss. Now, ain’t that just comical?” You dryly laughed. You spoke with a bitter intonation, causing Noir to frown at your sorrow. He reached out, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. Nobody deserves to be treated that way,” his voice filled with uncut sympathy. “Y’know what? Sometimes a little distraction is okay, even when it's temporary. Hows about I keep you company for the night, help you forget about everything?”

His hand moved from your arm, but the intense eye contact remained. “I can't fix everything, but I can do enough to put that pretty smile back on your face, hm?”

You groaned, frustrated with everything. “Nothing would amount to his entrails being on the lawn right now.”

Despite how gruesome the remark was, he found himself captivated by your dark humor. He chuckled, “Killing may not be the best way to deal with this … tempting as it may sound.” His head rested on the back of his palm. “Let me be your distraction, take your mind off things,” he repeated, “we’ll have a few drinks, talk a little more, and who knows? Maybe we can even make your cheating husband regret putting someone as pretty as you through the betrayal. Pleasure is a wonderful diversion” His mischievous lilt caused your thoughts to dance around the appealing possibilities of this night’s end.

“Now now, I’m not an easy gal. I don't just lay with the first handsome man to say hi t’me. It’ll take a little more convincing than just empty promises.” you challenged his vows of pleasure.

His eyes sparkled as his voice dropped down, low and seductive. “I wouldn't expect anything less from a beauty as alluring as you. I’m not one to make empty promises. That’s something you can learn very quickly. I assure you, the pleasure I offer is far from empty. 

His finger made rounds around the rim of his glass, sending suggestive shivers down your spine.. “I aim to satisfy, in every sense of the word, but it’s no fun if I don't have to work for it.”

“Your confidence alone is almost enough.” You joked.

“My confidence isn’t all I have going for me,” he winked, “but I don't want you to give in too easily. I want to earn every moment. Let us savor the journey, and make tonight one neither of us will forget.”

You were beginning to grow flustered by his words. “Quite the charmer there, aren’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question.

His smile only grew more confident. “Why, thank you, dear. I do aim to please,” he replied, “but there's no need to be nervous. Just relax, allow me to show you a night of indulgence.” He flicked the rim of his glass, meeting your eyes with the sound of the clink. “Let me take care of you tonight. Let me make you feel things never before felt. I can assure you won't regret it.”

Your legs pressed together as you were lost in thought. After a few moments, you gently whispered, “I..may just take you up on that offer.”

His eyes flickered with a mixture of anticipation and satisfaction. He leaned in closer, voice laced with raw desire, “perfect..”

Your Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes following.

“Let’s head somewhere more private, yeah?”

You eagerly nodded and followed him out of the bar. He was making his way to the motel down the street. Once you arrived, he quickly paid for a room and led you to it. 

In a couple swift movements, the door was locked and his lips found purchase on your own, moving in sync. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you could only pray he didn’t hear it. He pulled away and began removing his coat, you could only stare at his body through the well-fitted collared shirt.

His eyes met your own and he looked as if he was in a trance. He grabbed you with a lustful urgency, one hand on your waist and the other in your hair. “It's like.. You have me under a spell. I can't resist those enchanting eyes of yours. I want to fulfill every one of your desires tonight.”

You gave him full control, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. Your voices mixed into a symphony of intimacy, swirling into the air around you, forming the most beautiful song. Noir’s eyes followed your body’s every movement, his intense gaze pushing you over the edge time and time again.

Coming down from your highs, you felt nothing but pure bliss. Though, as Noir held you, your mind began to wander to your husband. You knew what lay in store before you indulged in Noir, but you couldn't help but let the tears fall at his tenderness and attention. You began to crave him beyond sex. You thought about how your husband never looked at you the way Noir did, never took your well-being or satisfaction into account. He only craved what would benefit him and him alone.

Noir’s expression softened, his understanding of your feelings deepening. He gently wiped away the tears, his touch infused with empathy and care. “I see you, sweetheart. I see your needs, your desires, and I'm here to fulfill them. To show you the love and attention you deserve.” 

Noir embraced you as if to shield you from all the pain and neglect you had endured. He wanted to be the one to heal the wounds inflicted upon your heart and soul. He wanted to show you the genuine and unwavering kind of love. He understood the complexity of your emotions, the yearning for more than just physical intimacy. 

It was then, when Noir realized his encounter with you held more weight than just a simple, fleeting fling. The tightening of his hold on your trembling body was instantaneous when the comprehension of his heart’s desire came to fruition.

He fell in love, and it all happened in a single night.

“With me, you will always be prioritized, both in and out of the bedroom.” From that moment, Noir vowed to be the sanctuary you sought, the embodiment of love and passion that would wash away past wounds. He wanted to be the partner you deserved, to protect and cherish you, whether it be in moments of intense passion or tender silence.

"Thank you, Noir." As you sobbed into his chest, your words held some sadness to them, as you believed this would be the first and last time you saw him.

Noir held you tightly in his embrace, his heart aching at the sound of your sobs. He knew how bittersweet this interaction would become, and it only reinforced his determination to make this moment with you as meaningful as possible.

"You don't need to thank me, my dear," he whispered softly, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. "I'm here for you, and I always will be. No matter what happens, you'll always have a place in my heart."

In that moment, he wished he could offer you more, wish he could mend the brokenness in your life and give you the love and happiness you deserve. But he understood the complexities of the situation, the circumstance that kept you apart.

Noir cradled you gently, his touch offering solace and comfort amidst the turmoil of emotions. He cherished this moment, knowing that it was fleeting, yet forever etched in his heart.

"You deserve so much happiness," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Don't settle for anythin’ less. No matter where life takes us, always remember the love we shared in this moment."

With a final tender kiss, Noir held you close, silently promising to cherish the memory of your time together and hoping that one day, fate would grant you both the opportunity to find happiness in each other's arms once more.

You fought your drowsiness, not wanting this moment to end. Unfortunately, you lost, succumbing to the wishful embrace of slumber.

Though, the love you felt rivaled that of any other.

Noir woke up the next morning to find himself alone in the bed, his senses immediately alert to the absence of your presence. As he looked around, he noticed the emptiness of the space beside him, the sheets that were devoid of the warmth he somehow grew accustomed to in one night.

A mixture of longing and a bittersweet ache filled his heart, knowing that this encounter was meant to be just a fleeting moment in time. He couldn't help the tinge of sadness that settled in, his thoughts filled with memories of the passionate night you had shared.

As his gaze fell upon his wrist, Noir's lips curled into a tender smile. There, in a sweet and simple gesture, was evidence of your presence, a lipstick mark left behind—brown and distinct. A loving reminder of the connection you had forged.

He gently touched the mark with his fingertips, cherishing the moment captured within its staining color. It spoke volumes, a testament to the intimacy shared, the vulnerability and passion that had filled the night.

Knowing that nothing lasts forever, Noir held onto the memory of your time together, the way you had touched his heart, and the love that had surged between you. He vowed to carry this experience with him always, a cherished chapter in his life.

With the bittersweet taste of farewell lingering in his heart, Noir showed one last smile toward the lipstick mark on his wrist. It was a farewell, but also a silent promise to treasure the mark you left on his soul, forever grateful for the love and connection you shared, even if it was just for one unforgettable night.

ok so. hi!!! this has been in my drafts unfinished since summer so my hyperfixation on the Spiderverse has kinda died, so i wont be writing for the SV for a good while. it'll prob be back with the release of Beyond the Spiderverse. BUTTTTTTT im fixated on blue lock and Jujutsu Kaisen rn so i may write a little for those.

uhh requests open hmm idk what else i should add here

oh also the title is the link to the song i listened to during the making of this

M.list <— if you enjoy my silly works, I have more here!

[orangelemonsstuff]

Csn you do sn mafia au again. But with cater x bartender!reader?

HELL YEAH! actually i have an idea that i wanna write a long time ago so now's the time to write it.

Diamond Candies

Gangster!Cater x Bartender!Reader

Silver Bullet!Au credits to @jackplushie

Summary: a orange haired man with a pompadour hairstyle walked in while still looking at his phone that has an extravagant phonecase, he searched the place as if looking for somebody it made you assume he's just an another person that has a deal to settle with or somebody who just wanted to have some drinks (hopefully)

your bar is packed tonight

it's not like you aren't happy it's just that

most of these customers are either gangsters or somebody from the underworld

your bar had become an dealing place or what should you say a "haven" for these men to gather around, have a couple of drinks then complete a illegal trade that slipped your ear had been made.

it's convenient for them since even the bartender don't pry to these conversations, letting it be.

it had become and the one that made your bar popular to these people was...

"ACE, YOU SPILLED SOME ON MY JACKET!!"

"Shut up Deuce you're too loud, my ears are ringing from hangover..."

these kids. the first customers you weren't grateful for

"for the last time, Mocktails doesn't have alcohol and hangovers don't work that way." you say as you wipe off the spilled residue of the counter glaring over the two teenagers that stained it in the first place

"Hey bartender when are you going to-"

"when you turn 18, here have a soda instead." you interrupt Ace as you give them both different flavor that matches their hair color, they don't seem to notice it but it had become an amusement to you to give them matching beverage each time

with how busy the bar is no one might've paid attention to anyone coming in but you are the bartender, every ring of that bell in the entrance is a new person you'll get to know even without speaking a word.

a orange haired man with a pompadour hairstyle walked in while still looking at his phone that has an extravagant phonecase, he searched the place as if looking for somebody it made you assume he's just an another person that has a deal to settle with or somebody who just wanted to have some drinks (hopefully)

you continue wiping some of the glasses as you let him walk closer to the counter

"Looks like our newcomers are having fun drinking right now!!"

"PFFTU-- CATER!?!?" he had both of his hand in their shoulder as they both spew out their drinks as it drips out of their mouths onto your counter

dammit, you just wiped that spot and how come these two didn't notice him coming closer?

"Cater- wait we can explain--"

"Hmm~ you know, Riddle's going to be so mad if he knew you two were neglecting your duties to..." his eyes follow you all of the sudden, watching you wipe the glasses in display.

"...drink." he let that last word slip out as a whisper whilst his green eyes are still at you

"hey" he's talking to you, you gave him a glance before turning back at your chore

"you know, internet's the most fastest wildfire that can spread through locally even globally." his voice is sinister, threatening.

"this bar serve booze right? and as far anyone would know, even if you could just give Acey and Deucey here a look they are certainly too young for it" you sigh, for the love of great seven how many times had you heard that?

"what if i posted about this huh? the internet hates people like you you, yk? that wildfire would ruin you, your life, this bar, everything. it can even get you arrested!" he smiled at you with his eyes closed but that doesn't lessen the heavy tension between you two leaving Ace and Deuce nervously silent with their mouth slight agape

"I don't serve alcohol to minors sir, i mostly serve them soda or juice." you reply as you hold back the urge to throw the soda can in Deuce's hand at him, you're too irritated inside but you can't show it especially if he's just provoking you like this

"Oh." he's looking at your eyes to search for the barest hint of lie, but he couldn't and you aren't , the only thing you lied about is that you served Ace and Deuce mocktails even though all that you did is mix some fruit juice add a lemon to it and make it look good. they didn't even question if it's a real mocktail or not.

when he confirmed he can't, hummed to himself and let his hand wander around your clean counter- he's pissing you off before sitting besides Ace and touching one of the tall glass near him

"this thing doesn't look like what you'd put sod-"

"yes, it's a flute glass." when is this man going to leave? he's ruining your night right now by touching literally everything you just cleaned.

"but you are aware that you ar-"

"YES, YES I AM AWARE. now sir if you're not going to order anything or have any business in here anymore i recommend for you to leave this establishment at once." your irate statement left him silent at his seat as both Ace and Deuce try to sip their sodas quitely.

the awkward silence didn't even last 3 seconds before orange spoke again

"Ah! i remember now, i haven't posted in in Magicam for a while, mind if you make me a drink? Mx. ummm...." he searched for the nametag that didn't appear in your vest

"just call me bartender, i don't mind. now what will it be?" you bring out your notepad incase he's one of those types that has an order with multiple adds to it that you couldn't keep up with

"Ooh~ private much? dw i understand." he winked at you, rolling your eyes you asked what would his order be again as he looked at lighted menu from above you

"Ooh, the flamingo sounds fun! i wanna try it, add a smile and a heart to that too~" he's the flirty type huh?

you had tons of customers interested in you and your background, and when they can't find it, they try to pry themselves into your life to find the barest hint of weakness and use it against you. to use you .They would use methods you are accustomed to: Flirting, Forcing, Threats, Violence. anything to make you spill what you know but as the bartender of silver bullet, you are numb to it.

you prepare his cocktail by mixing vodka and champari to the mixer

"the name's Cater btw" he tried to speak as you shake the mixer a little bit harder to make a point at him

"you know... at a second glance, you don't look half bad yourse-" you turn out his voice by mixing vigorously near your ears, you can't handle anymore of his flirting, you're pretty sure you've had heard tons of those lines before.

after shaking for a while that turned Cater to quiet, you eventually pour his drink to the flute glass he touched earlier without even wiping it first.

it's pretty evil but he deserves it

with the last step, you slowly add champagne to the drink, with your three stool customers watching it pour.

"enjoy." you didn't sound enthusiastic serving it to him, one would almost assume you laced it with poison

"where's my smile and heart?" Cater ask playfully as he took a sip

"ran out of those. would never restock" Cater laughed at your response before returning to his drink. with the mood easing up, Ace decided to talk

"Sooo uh, bartender... can we get some of those candies again? they are free right?" Ace tried to lift the mood up before getting a nudge with an elbow by Deuce

"Hm? of course, hold on" you did receive some from Crowley two days ago, never checked it after eating some of it though, since you might've been too busy keeping this dingy bar up to place. you pull out something out of the cabinet, some sort of small bowl filled with orange diamond shaped candies, some of it were dark brown.

"Oh cool! another shape!" Ace put one in his mouth

"they look sweet too!" Deuce puts two

"they're bitter." you say after the two boys had the candies already bitten and melting to their mouth, they cough it out and sputtered replying to the strong taste of bitterness to the candy

you pick one up to observe it "they might look sweet on the outside but... it's bitter on the inside." you give Cater a glance

"too bitter." you place it inside of your mouth and swallow before it melts to your taste buds

"Would you like a taste, Cater?" you ask him as if it's a challenge.

"don't mind if i do" with a distance like Ace and Deuce it would seem like a normal reply to a question of yours, but Cater knows what you were trying to imply.

"Blegh! that's so disgusting, its way more bitter than a grounded coffee" Ace commented as he drank all of his soda to wash off the taste

"I don't mind a prankster side of you Bartender, but please don't do that ever again" Deuce does the same but chugging it off faster than Ace

"was it too much for you guys? now that you've got a taste, would you stay away from it forever then?" you grin at the two boys noticing how silent Cater had become

"wouldn't say that... but yeah maybe I'll avoid it from now on" Deuce say putting the can down at the counter

"i don't want to ever eat that ever again, BUT! i have a new prank idea..." Ace's smirk infected you as you looked at the orange haired man staring at his drink downwards

"What about you Cater? what's your opinion to it?" you ask as if challenging him, to see if he knew what you're trying to say

"it is too bitter." he said before chewing again. maybe you'd teased him too much with your implications, that's what he gets for messing with you earlier but he seemed hurt by it.

"for me, i think i like it. bitter as it is you've just got to accept that right?"

Cater's rose his head up to your words, the orange strands of his hair falls to his blushed face but his expression seemed surprised.

you eat another one, chewing it this time. the tangy bitter taste washed your mouth, it's unpleasant but you've had worst.

"Yeah..." Cater smiled before he finish his drink. with how red his face is you'd assume he is drunk but he stood up properly and dragged the two boys by the back of their collar

"w-wait Cater!!" Deuce struggled off Cater's strong grip but it refuses to budge

"uh oh, we're screwed dude" Ace added as he struggled for a bit before giving up

"Thx for watching the newbies for me bartender! i enjoyed the drink and snacks too!" he shouts before coming out with the two boys in hand.

you pick up the glass he drank at but it suddenly had a sticky note "call me" with his number written on it. you could crumble the paper now and throw it away but...

you decide to keep it, just in case

huh, come to think of it he didn't take any picture of the cocktail.

"ow ow, Cater please let go!!" Ace pleaded as he tried to remove the hand off his collar.

"Nope, i ain't doing it" Cater laughed as he dragged the two both to his place

"P-please don't say anything to the leader we'd do anything" begged Deuce as he try to keep up with Cater's walking before bumping to him as he stopped

"Oh really? anything hmm let's see..." Cater let go both of the boys's collar and nd pulled out his phone

he exactly remembered what he wants he just waited for the opportunity for these two to give it.

"that bartender... what exactly is their deal? what do you know about them?" Cater opened his phone and pressed the recording app before putting it back to his pocket.

"what, you also like them?"

"No, just interested."

a/n: hello hello i just wanna point out some things i promise a/n notes will dissapear soon cuz im pretty sure I'm annoying you guys but here it goes

The drink was from once again you guessed it guys, Alcohol is For Married Couples Chapter 62. (i honestly love the manga thats why i get clear reference from it since the drinks in there seemed lighthearted)

i just made up the candies lol, i don't think there's a bitter diamond shaped candy out there or if there is i just dont know it yet

Pointing the Obvious: Cater is implied to be the candy and bartender reader likes him >:D

thats all lol hope u guys liked it.

[rottenpumpkin13]

If the firsts had an S/O who overworked themselves and found their partner exhausted, what would be their first instinct? (Zack and others can be included, I just wanna know what the firsts would do lol)

SOLDIER Vlogging Shenanigans pt. 24

[The video starts with Angeal filming himself, Sephiroth and Genesis walking off the elevator and onto the SOLDIER floor. Genesis and Sephiroth both have lollipops. Sephiroth is in the process of inspecting his curious blue tongue. He then notices the camera and literally darts out of frame]

"This question is so sweet," Angeal remarks as he reads the question off of his phone. "Someone wants to know what we'd do if we had an S/O who overworks themselves and found them exhausted."

"How precious," Genesis sighs, sticking out his red-stained tongue.

[Angeal pans the camera to Sephiroth, who has since gotten rid of his lollipop and is now unwrapping a candy bar. He once again notices the camera and shamefully dips out of frame]

"Sucks that Zack isn't here." Angeal frowns. "His answer would be less hypothetical seeing as he has relationship experience."

[He points the camera at Genesis, who's sighing dreamily and holding both hands over his heart]

"His girlfriend is a sweetie, that one. I haven't one bad thing to say about her."

[Angeal veers the camera back to himself. Sephiroth is seen in the background eating his chocolate. He looks very happy]

"Onto the answer," Angeal scratches his facial hair, "I'd say communication is key. I'd gently request a sit-down conversation and let them vent, help them draft up a healthier work schedule. I'd make them take a day off too, then spend that day taking care of them, cooking, watching movies, the works."

[He suddenly points the camera at Sephiroth, who's in the process of eating a pack of licorice]

"Sephiroth, you next."

[Sephiroth stills, blinking up at the camera with an expression that looks like this -> •_•]

[Genesis's hand snakes onto frame and steals a licorice from the pack]

"I would help them with their work, I suppose." Sephiroth shrugs. "I have little experience with relationships, unfortunately."

"Boring," Genesis's voice cuts in, followed by a "Hey!" from Angeal.

[The camera is torn from Angeal's hand with a flash of motion. The video blurs, then focuses on Genesis filming himself. He's striding ahead of the other two]

"There's nothing that sex can't fix."

[He winks, then swiftly ends the video]

[fullofgutsndopamine]

or: hasan takes his kid sister trick or treating. it’s wholesome.

tw: cursing, you can take soft!hasan from my cold, dead hands. maybe some angst if you squint? it’s mentioned but not expanded upon (single! big brother hasan?)

part of fitps series masterlist eventually

“I know you’re not right now, but when the sun sets you’re gonna be freezing and i don’t wanna hear it, sunshine.”

your head pops up.

two figures slowly make their way down your driveway, obviously bickering between the two.

living in a small town, smack at the end of small block, you don’t see a lot of trick or treaters. to make up for it, you try and go out of your way to be know as that house, full size decorations and props, king sized candy bars, a speaker hidden in your front lawn and playing eerie sound effects

halloween snuck up on you this year.

work deadlines, family emergencies-it all piles up. you barely had time to collect candy on your way home, but still, you made it work.

two figures slowly walk up your winding driveway, one figure is taller, hunched over in an attempt to make himself smaller to the little girl who has her entire hand wrapped around his one finger, wears what must be a poorly but together knight costume: the sword tucked into his hip, his plastic and bent to hell, has the elbow guards and tunic on-

and next to him, the smaller figure, walks slowly and drags her feet, her hair in a messy braid (you wonder briefly if the man next to her did it in a hurry, half hanging out) wears a little princess costume, a dress she has to half hold up so she doesn’t trip over it, yellow and long and sparkly, a crooked crown on her head.

you bite the inside of your cheek to stop from smiling too big, because holy shit that’s cute-

suddenly, your costume feels wrong.

put together last second, white face paint on, a kids cape on, those white plastic teeth shoved in your mouth for fangs-suddenly it all feels very dumb.

you stand up a little straighter, opening your mouth to speak, wish them a happy halloween, but the taller figure speaks first.

“what do you say, sunshine?” the man asks, gently shaking her hand. she bites her lip, looks at him to you, opens the pillow case in her hands and mumbles to the ground-

“trick or treat.”

He beams from her side, plays with her hair gently, and you swear you can hear him say, gently, like it’s reserved for just the two of them, “Good job!”

a smile immediately forms on your face, and you crouch down and offer the bucket as she gasps and slowly goes through the choices.

he speaks first.

“slow night?” he teases.

“yeah uh-“ you play with the edge of the halloween bucket the candy is in, “it’s just me. not a lot of kids this year-or any year, but” you shrug, trying to downplay how disappointed you are.

his eyes are on you, watching you carefully, the girl at his hip pulls on his shirt, making him crouch down, offer his ear to her-

you bite your lip as he listens, his eyes on the sky, but a smirk on the corner of his lips, “yeah i know. Okay, I will-“

he stands, “Wanna come trick or treating with us?” he shrugs, trying to downplay it.

the smaller figure next to him speaks, “be our bodyguard! you could protect us from any dragons!”

He blushes but rolls his eyes, fond on the corner of his lips as he squeezes her hand, “That’s right, sunshine. keep us safe.”

You bite your lip, worried this is a sympathy ask, that you seem that pathetic- the girl next to him leaves, him yelling over his shoulder to stay close, instead admiring your small garden, and his voice stays low as he talks

“i’m not above beggin’,” he says gently, “I need another adult.”

the smile says it’s a joke, but you’ll take it.

“can’t handle kids?” you tease

“nah, i love my sister. she’s great i’m just fully caught up in the first grade drama and would kill for some actual conversation.”

his sister. it gnaws at you, how sweet that is that he showed up, even if he plays up the role of big brother who hates being with his younger sister-

“generous you think i’d offer anything to a conversation.”

he snorts, “As long as it’s not about playground drama, i’m sure it’s better.” he leans in, offers his hand to shake, “hasan, by the way.”

you lean in, offer your hand, an introduction.

“nice to meet you,” he says gently, “We live down the road-“ he turns around, eyes narrowed as he points at a smaller house, bricks and big trees in front of it.

you know of the house; the elderly neighbor passed, a smaller family moved in, you know through town it’s just him and his sister, trying his best, trying to make non existent ends meet-you always stop on your way home just because you though the lights that hang from the tree in the front yard is pretty- “we’re new here. it’d be nice to have someone, yknow?”

and he’s not looking at you, at the dirt, kicking at it gently,

“Yeah uh-“ you nod, trying to not act like you’re excited. “sure. here-“ and you hand off the bowl of candy as you drag around furniture on your porch, set up the bowl, knowing a “please take one” sign is useless, before setting it on a folding lawn chair.

“Okay,” you smile, face flushed, “uh-i’m ready.”

he smirks, “grab a coat. we’ll wait. you’re gonna die when the sun sets and she takes trick or treating very seriously.” he jams his thumb in the direction of his sister, who is kneeling in the dirt, slowly going through her pillowcase of treats.

“right uh-“

“You’re fine,” he laughs, “we’ll wait.”

another nod and you run up the porch, grateful you didn’t eat shit running up them like you have multiple times, ignoring the mirror in front of the coat closest because you know you look like a mess, grab a coat and appear at his side again.

“good?” he asks and you nod and he’s smiling, cupping his hands together to tell for his sister.

“sunshine’” her head pops up immediately, “c’mon, let’s go. we’ve got a long night.” she’s giggling and running to him, immediately to his side where he opens his hand and immediately laces fingers with her.

silence passes for a second, but it’s not awkward, as you listen to him interact with his sister.

“hey,” he takes a step closer to you, gently nudged you with his elbow and opens his hand, offering a twix, “i’m glad you came.” his voice low, like it’s a secret.

some anxiety melts off of you, and you laugh, accepting the treat. “yeah, yeah. me too.”

[thatmomwitchfriend]

Hiiii <<<3 I just saw your slumber party post and thought of requesting something

Reader being a huge horror fan and wanting to do a Scream movie marathon (her favourite franchise) for date night but the guy being scared yet wanna look like they aren't.

"You've fought of *insert major threat* and you're scared of this?" (She asks but in a funny way, not at all demeaning)

"Ay! Serial killers are a lot more common than you think okay!"

Kinda the type of scene I had in mind and maybe the guy snuggling up to reader and her playing with his hair 👀👀

I couldn't choose between the moon knight system and Santiago García so was hoping you wouldn't mind writing this 💖

Sorry if this request is kinda long this is literally my first time requesting anything and overthinking got me here 😅😅🥲

I love this, having just done a good solid Scream marathon myself. I'm gonna go ahead and pick Santiago, here. I can't help myself 🤤

Also, please don't worry about long requests, I LOVE detail like this babe 🥰

I feel like once he's comfy, he's the type to enjoy a good snuggle with hair plays. Just seems like the kind of guy that fronts big and tough for his buddies and then is all sweet and romantic at home.

Also, he is ABSOLUTELY the type to be more scared of something based on an actual true crime case than a paranormal flic and I love that you chose him as one of your options for this franchise!

By the time you got home from work, the streetlights were already on and the house was lit up from the inside. You and Santiago had talked about a movie marathon, since you didn't have to work tomorrow. Neither of you were really sure what franchise to pop on, but you had convinced him that it was horror.

Little to your knowledge, Santiago was perfectly fine with horror. Under certain circumstances. The man was utterly skeeved out by true crime. People in the real world were the scariest thing to him. He was fine with creatures and the paranormal, though; fuck, he hoped you wanted to watch some spooky bruja shit. He busied himself in the kitchen, prepping a drink bar, baskets of chips, bowls of candy, the air pop machine, and even a coffee and cocoa bar. The living room was set up for an overnight with all the blankets and pillows making the room look like a conversation pit. He had drawn the curtains and put up softly glowing fairy lights that cast a spooky glow from behind the tv and curtains. Candles were lit and smelled like your favorite time of year. This man was a keeper.

"Babe, I'm home!" you called into the house, making your way down the hall towards the kitchen. There, you leaned against the door frame, smiling as you watched this ex special-ops agent prep snacks for a movie night at home. Santiago was the equivalent of taking a military dog and taking him home after his tour of duty. This man was domesticated, and he liked it (thought he would never admit it). "Hey, Mami, how was work?" You shrugged, snagging a chip from the first bowl he walked away from.

"Well, Sarah was -" you droned on, spilling all the shit from your day. He was listening, nodding and inserting little sounds of approval or disgust when the moment called for it. "Did you decide what you want to watch?" he asked. A devious smile spread across your face, and he did NOT like it. A chill went ups his spine as he followed you into the living room and over to the DVD rack. You ran your finger down the spines of all your favorite movies, you only collected DVD copies of your top favorites, and stopped at Scream. His nose scrunched and he groaned softly behind you, and not because of your leggings you presumed.

"What's wrong with Scream?" you asked, straightening up and reaching to get it set in the player. "You know it's an actual murder case from not all that long ago, right?" he asked, a single eyebrow arching in slight disdain. "Oh, come on. You mean to tell me that the man who brought down Gabriel Martin Lorea with three shots just for 'insurance' is scared of a movie based on a true crime event?" you scoffed, putting air quotes around his favorite excuse for shooting more than once.

His eyes rolled, "Si, Mami, but real people are still out there doing that shit." he sighed, sitting into the comfortable nest he had built for the two of you. You followed, putting the remote on the side table and settling in. "But there are people whose jobs it is to make sure they're not like they used to be." you tried to reason, patting your empty lap. He pursed his lips, laying his head over into your lap. He would watch your movies with you, but he wasn't about to admit that he was actually scared. "people still kill people." he grumbled. In return you shushed him softly, fingers twisting through his hair as the opening credits started on the screen.

As the movies played on, and the night continued around you both in your beautiful little home, safe and sound, he was still right. Serial killers were still a lot more common than people thought.

[casspurrjoybell-26]

💖Sweet Revenge💖 - Chapter 10

*Warning Adult Content*

Blake Welling

Downtown Ashville is no metropolis but even so, it's hard to find parking and Aaron ends up in a spot some distance from the restaurant.

I've put more strain on my leg than I should over the last few days but he already seems on the edge of a bad mood and I don't want to risk pushing him over it by complaining.

'Peppino's Pizzeria' is a small, cozy place with lots of dark wood, dim lighting and an enormous wood-fired pizza oven.

The place is almost full, so we sit at the bar.

Not exactly the image I had in mind when I envisioned bringing him out to dinner but I'll take what I can get.

"What do you like on your pizza?" he asks.

Ever since we got in his car, there's been a weird, blank look in his eyes.

I can't tell if he's just tired or if it's something else but I wish I could make him laugh or smile.

In fact, any expression would be better than that cold, emotionless stare.

"When it comes to pizza, I'm pretty basic. Pepperoni's my favorite but I'll eat just about anything except the extra-veggie kind. I mean, if I wanted a salad, I'd eat a salad."

It's a sad attempt at humor, made even sadder when his expression doesn't change at all.

"We'll get pepperoni then," he says.

The pizza's amazing.

The conversation . . . not so much.

I try to draw Aaron out and get him to talk about himself or his work or his family or anything but I end up holding the silence off on my own.

By the time we walk back to his car, even my most optimistic inner voice is giving this date a failing grade.

We're about halfway there when I can no longer hide the fact that my leg hurts and I start to limp.

Aaron notices after a few steps and stops.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"You're limping."

I wave him off.

"I just overdid it hanging bikes and moving boxes and stuff. It's no big deal."

He doesn't say anything more but he walks extra slow the rest of the way.

We drive back in silence.

My mood has been steadily slipping towards the edge of darkness all night and I'm almost out of the energy it takes to keep it light.

Aaron parks on my side of the street, close to my shop and we get out.

"Well," I sigh.

"I enjoyed the pizza."

I'm not sure what else to say.

'I wish you didn't hate me. I wish I'd never hurt you. I wish you'd let me kiss you.'

"Goodnight," I say and give him a smile that I know doesn't reach my eyes.

I turn and take a few steps and then he stops me.

"Blake, wait..."

I stop and turn back.

Aaron's expression is finally something other than blank, though it's not much better.

He looks vulnerable and a little scared and a little defeated.

"I haven't been fair to you tonight," he says.

"I started out determined to have a bad time and to make sure you had a bad one too. You don't deserve that."

Yeah, I do and I should probably have said as much but instead, I see my chance and seize it.

"Hey . . . you wanna watch a movie? You can choose."

I know I sound pathetically hopeful.

"No," one word and my hope is crushed.

The corner of his mouth twitches and then... finally... he smiles.

"No," he says again.

"I picked the restaurant. You can pick the movie."

~♡~

My apartment's not big but I have a normal-sized sofa and an adequately large TV.

I get us a couple of beers and we sit with one space between us as I set up the show.

"What genres do you like?" I ask.

"Romance and horror," he answers promptly and I laugh.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing."

Actually, I'd thought he was joking.

"How about Chocolat, then? It's kind of a sappy chick-flick but it's got candy in it. Eye-candy, too, if you like Johnny Depp."

He shrugs.

"Anything's fine."

I start the movie and it seems I've chosen wisely.

Somehow, Aaron's never seen it before and he gives a running commentary on the chocolate and the scenery, the music and the actors.

Usually, it would annoy me to have someone talk that much during a film but it's more than I've heard him say yet and somehow everything out of his mouth is sweet and funny.

About halfway through he starts to get quieter and I can tell he's tired.

I take a risk and put my arm around him, pulling him against me.

"Here... you can stretch out like this. I know you're tired."

For a second it seems like he's not having it but then he relaxes and leans against me, pulling his legs up on the sofa and lying on his side.

I hope he can't feel how hard and fast my heart is beating because it's sort of pathetic how thrilled I am just to have him this close.

The movie rapidly loses my attention.

His black hair is fine and soft and he smells like sugar and cocoa and underneath that is his own subtle male scent.

I don't know if it's pheromones or just soap and clean skin but it's driving me crazy.

His long lashes cast fan-like shadows on the smooth curves of his cheekbones and the soft swell of his lips draw my eyes like a magnet.

Then his eyes flick upwards and he sees me watching him.

"What?" he asks, dark brows raised.

His eyes shine like blue topaz in the light from the TV.

"Aaron . . . can I kiss you?"

"I don't know," he says, looking down so his eyes are veiled.

He looks back up and a little smile curves his lips.

"Can you?"

My breath catches on the hope that's suddenly stuck in my throat.

"May I?"

He reaches up and loops an arm around my neck, pulling me down.

His mouth seems to melt like butter against mine... soft lips and a warm, wet tongue.

I explore him gently.

At first, he's passive, letting me have the pleasure of discovery but then I feel his tongue slide past my lips and he turns the tables.

Raising himself, he twists to straddle me, so his head is slightly above mine and angled down and we're pressed together chest to groin.

As he kisses me I slide my hands beneath the hem of his shirt and over his body.

He's slim and smaller than me but not soft.

I feel taut muscle beneath his smooth skin and I can tell it's the strength of deliberate training.

He pulls back and a strand of saliva connects our mouths.

I wipe it from his lips with my thumb and look up at him with breathless adoration.

He smiles and it's beautiful.

"I love your smile," I say.

"I wish I saw it more often."

And just like that, I fuck things up.

His smile... rare, beautiful thing... flickers and dies and I see the blankness creeping in at the corners of his eyes.

"Aaron," I say, brushing the back of my hand against his cheek.

"Baby, don't do that. Don't keep it all inside, okay? If you ever want to talk . . . I'll listen."

Abruptly he pushes himself off me and gets up.

"You don't know me, Blake," he says, his voice isn't angry or cold.

It's just . . . tired.

"You don't know anything about me and I'm not your baby. I'm sorry. I can't do this. Thanks for the movie. Goodnight."

He's gone before I can gather the thoughts he scattered with the touch of his lips and stop him.

[swampstew]

тυяη вα¢к тιмє - ¢нαρтєя 2

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us by the firepit and sink into a beanbag as we begin tonight's story. There's a table full of snacks and drinks at your disposal. If you'd like to read independently, you can find a link to the full chapter at the end of the post.

“Where’d she run off to?” Kid scowled, leaning over the bar to pour himself a beer from the tap instead of the shit rum he’d been given. Andrea had been gone for a few minutes and he was back to being bored.

“Smoke break probably,” Candy replied but she was clearly very into the conversation she and Killer were engaging in. Kid’s scowl deepened and he drank, turning around to watch his crew and look at the bar. He admired the well-drawn and painted sea kings and krakens that decorated the walls, hell the entire bar was kind of endearing in a weird way. He smirked at the thought of the woman outfitting the bar in an attempt to draw his attention to her – even if it was to indulge her little brother. After several minutes, he demanded to know where a bathroom was and Candy jerked a thumb towards the double doors as she and Killer were still talking.

Kid walked through the door and found himself in a puzzling hallway. To the right was a staircase leading up to which he assumed was their house, and there were two doors to the left of him and one in the back. He opened the first door on the left and was relieved it was a bathroom and he stepped inside. When he came out, curiosity took the better of him and he went through the second door - he was a little disappointed to find it was just a storeroom of beer and liquor. On second thought, it wasn’t so bad as he spied and stole a bottle of the better rum and he uncorked it, taking several greedy gulps. Before he headed back to the bar, he smelled something familiar wafting from the last door. He turned around and walked through it and was literally blinded by the light as he crossed the threshold.

His eyes adjusted and he was intrigued by what he saw. It was a shop filled with gadgets, tools, metals and projects under covers. Kid looked around and spied Andrea coming out from under one of the larger covered masses, a joint in between her lips and a wrench in her hand. She looked surprised to see him. “Get lost looking for the bathroom?”

Kid’s scowl returned, “found it just fine. What the hell is all this?”

“This is Alejandro’s shop - he’s a mechanic.”

“Then why are you in here?”

“Making sure he took care of my order.” She took a large drag of her joint, then gave him a grin. “Wanna see what I got underneath?”

Kid’s mouth went dry before he realized she meant the covering. He took a swig and nodded; the tips of his ears were slightly pink. She giggled and ran to the back of the object and threw the sheet off - her hands were outstretched at the large four-wheeled mass, “this is my baby.”

“What is that??” He walked over to the mass; his hands traced the sleek metal that adorned the entire frame.

“It’s called a race car. We have a racetrack deep in the city used for tournaments. Alejandro was commissioned to build all the cars and this one is mine. They won’t let me enter the actual races though, but I get to use the track whenever I want to take her out for a spin.” Kid circled around the car touching every bit of it with his hands as he explored the structure. Andrea walked to the driver’s side and jumped in through the window and sat inside, leaning back in the seat. “Sometimes I wish I could just drive far and fast away and see where I end up. But then I remember I’m on an island surrounded by water.” Kid ducked his head inside her window and looked around the interior. “If you can fit, go through the other window like I did,” Andrea smiled at him. He practically ran to the passenger side and jumped in, his coat was caught in the window and he shrugged it off and sat inside. Once inside his hands began to roam again as he explored. Andrea watched his fascination with amusement as she took another drag of her joint. “Like what you see?”

“Aye, show me how this works.”

“I can’t, the engine isn’t inside so it won’t turn on. That’s getting put in tomorrow. Perfect timing for my day off. I’ll be taking this for a drive tomorrow. Do you want to come with me when I go?” She eyed him curiously and he took some swigs of rum before nodding sharply. “Cool, meet me tomorrow in the downtown market – the place you found me at today – at around 1 and I’ll take you.”

Kid nodded at her again and leaned back against the seat, adjusting himself to the weird contraption she called a race car. He put his hand behind his head and closed his eyes, “kind of comfy, could sleep in here.”

Andrea laughed and he glared at her, “trust me, from experience it is not a comfortable place to sleep or do anything in except drive. It’s too…cramped in here.”

“Not anything?”

“We’ll maybe some things,” she said flippantly with a sly grin. Kid straightened up in his seat and turned his head to face her, his amber eyes gleamed mischievously. Andrea leaned closer to him and stared into his eyes. Before he could make a move, he paused at what she said. “You have really intense eyes, it’s like looking at molten gold.”

His face split into a wide grin as his ego powered up, he crashed his lips against hers. She made a surprised noise but then leaned into it, closing her eyes and pressing her lips hard against his. Kid nipped her bottom lip and when she opened her mouth in a gasp, his tongue slid inside and explored her mouth. She sucked on his wet muscle, letting out a breathless sigh. Their tongues ran against each other in a battle of dominance that he ultimately won as she let him take control. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, sucking on her neck before she pulled away. Her face was flushed red; he kept his grip in her hair, eying the pink haired woman hungrily.

“I think my smoke break is over,” she panted lightly.

Kid tightened his hold on her, “what will they do, fire you?” She giggled at that and he grinned at her before latching back on her neck, licking and biting the same spot on her neck until he left a purple mark on her.

He pulled back to admire his work with a salacious grin.

“You like marking your territory huh?” Andrea eyed him.

“Aye, got a problem with that?”

“Don’t think you’d let me have a problem with it.”

“You’re catching on,” he kissed her again before pulling back completely to drink from his bottle. Andrea took the opportunity to pull herself from the car and smooth her romper. “Ok out of my car!”

Kid eagerly hopped out and pulled his coat on. “Let’s get out of here,” and she gestured for him to follow her. Kid was expecting her to take him somewhere private and was displeased when she took him back to the bar. He sat back down next to Killer who was uncharacteristically STILL engaging in conversation with Candy. The Kid Pirates had crowded the bar in attempts to get their drinks refilled but Candy was otherwise preoccupied; Andrea immediately began fulfilling their orders and Kid drank from his bottle watching the pinkette work her thick ass off.

Andrea gave out a round of house shots for the inconvenience and soon more patrons were coming inside looking for a free shot - they all received a free glare from Kid any time some cheap bastard tried to ask for one. Kid pulled his lips from his bottle with a pop and left for the bathroom, telling Killer to keep watch on the bar tenders.

The Captain looked at his reflection in the mirror - why did he care about meeting this chick tomorrow for some dumb car? Something he’s never seen before and was admittedly really fucking cool to see, and damn he really wanted to know what driving and racing is. Plus, Andrea had a pretty nice body….and she had soft lips….and she wasn’t afraid of him like most people are, as they should be. He was, curious. He took his goggles off and ran his hand through his hair a few times before placing them back on. He stepped out of the bathroom and nearly knocked over a small red-haired child, the younger brother. Kid scowled at him and the child shrank back - the Supernova saw him holding some papers.

“Whaddya want?” He snarled.

The boy was trembling, but he stood straight and held out bounty posters. “Can you sign this?”

Kid took the bounty poster, his face looked back at him with his bounty of 315,000,000 belli. Ok this he could do; it wasn’t entertaining a childish wish to join his crew. He yanked the paper and marker from Sebastián and scrawled out his name. He’d never given an autograph before, and Kid shoved it back to the boy’s arms ignoring the beaming face. He stepped around Sebastián, but before he could go through the door the child called out.

“Wait!” Fuck. “Can I have some of your crews autographs too? I have all their bounty posters too!” Kid sighed and barked out an affirmative and walked out, Sebastián running behind him.

“OI PIRATES!” His crew all looked at him and he thumbed down at the mini redhead. “The boy wants your autographs. Give it to him and then get back to drinking,” he ordered and he took his seat. The Kid Pirates drunkenly and enthusiastically signed their posters while Candy and Andrea watched the boy with hawk eyes, barely paying attention to the other bar patrons. When Killer signed his poster, Andrea ducked under the bar, picked her younger brother up and carried him out of the bar with an annoyed look on her face. Sebastián looked very pleased with himself as he rifled through his papers and Kid couldn’t help but snicker as he stole Killer’s untouched drink.

Andrea and Alejandro came down together and processed orders with Candy, finally finished serving the overabundance of patrons on the bar. Once things had settled, Andrea sat at a table with Kid as she took another small break from the crowd rush. “How long will you be on the island for?”

“Dunno, a week maybe. The sooner we leave, the better for us.”

“That makes sense. Why did you choose the West Peninsula to dock at?”

“Was on the way. We need to restock on supplies and since we have a few days to kill, we’ll be exploring around. See if we can find anything worth our time.”

“Gotcha. Well because this island is a bit industrialized, there’s a ton of junkyards and places that have metal. If you’re into bars, there’s some others around here too that you could also try. Besides the racetrack, there is the downtown market which you’ve already been through, and then northeast of here is the nightlife district – a fun place to let loose. Try to avoid the west side of the island, that’s where the island officials all live and there is a small Marine outpost there.”

Kid drank from a tall glass of ale as he listened to Andrea speak, sneaking glances to the lightly bruised patch he made on her neck. His forehead twitched, he could see that he had not made the bruise hard enough and it was already fading from purple to red. Must revisit the spot soon. “Good to know. We’ll be laying low anyways while we strategize our next move. You know, normally we have this tradition of pillaging towns when we leave. I like the hospitality you’ve shown me and my crew; maybe when we leave, we’ll just take out the outpost and call it a day.”

Andrea’s eye twitched. Uhh shit is he serious? “That would be incredibly generous of you.”

“Yeah it would be, wouldn’t it?” he smirked at her.

“Well if that’s the case, I hope you have a stress-free stay on the island that I live on. With my family and friends.”

He placed the glass between them and leaned his head down on the table with his right hand. “I bet my stay would be very stress free, especially if you’re around,” he cocked an eyebrow.

Andrea leaned her head on both her hands as she too leaned on the table, “hmm I don’t know. Most people tend to find me annoying after three days of my nonsense. And I heard a rumor that you’re not a patient man.”

Kid scoffed, “don’t ever listen to rumors, doll. That one is true though.”

She covered her mouth and stifled a laugh. Clearing her throat, “Nevertheless, I work here and help take care of my siblings most days. If you want to see me, you’ll have to swing by here. And we don’t open earlier than 6 most days.”

“Unless you have customers,” he finished his glass and pushed it towards her. “Another.”

She looked at him for a minute and pressed her lips into a thin smile. Andrea refilled his drink and she also brought them back some shots. “This is tequila. It’s a bit different but it’s fun. You gotta lick some salt first, take the shot, slam your glass upside down and bite down on a lime. If you can handle it like I do, I’ll consider offloading some babysitting duties here and there to better accommodate your stay.”

The Supernova took a sniff of the drink and grimaced, but he was not one to ever back down from a challenge, especially a drinking challenge. He looked at her and gave her a wide grin, “yer on, doll.” She returned his grin and together they followed her instruction on taking the tequila shot. As the colorless liquid went down his throat, Kid clapped the table with the glass; a sour expression on his face. He opened an eye to look for the lime wedge and with a swift bite, the acid bite of juice flowed in his mouth, softening the burning aftertaste the liquor left in his mouth – and to his surprise it balanced the flavor of the drink as the flavors lingered on his tongue. He opened his other eye and realized she was waiting on his reaction. “That was…not bad. I’d do another.”

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wake up call suna rintarou/f!reader (haikyuu!) word count: 2k tags: sfw but suggestive, classic morning after meltdown, walk of shame (bedroom to kitchen edition), pining, fwb to lovers, idiots to lovers, instagram story repliers to lovers, bestfriend!terushima, implied teruyams. a/n: i heard suna rintarou has a 8 pack... i heard he’s shredded

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up—

“I fucked up.”

“Good morning to you too,” Yuuji chirps from the other line as you answer his call. His bright tone is a stark contrast to your own hoarse, panicked whisper—having frantically fished your ringing cellphone from the bottom of your tangled bedsheets when it woke you. “What did you do this time?”

"I..."

You hear the unmistakable sound of your shower running down the hall of your one bedroom apartment, sucking in a breath.

"... am going to be late for brunch.”

“Ohhh.” Your best friend’s tone of voice turns salacious. If there's one thing you can count on, it's that Terushima Yuuji is nothing if not insatiably gossip hungry. “Who did you do this time?"

"Yuuji..." you trail off, weary and miserable.

"I should have known what you were up to when you disappeared from the bar last night without saying goodbye.”

“Yuuji,” you repeat yourself, though this time it's a harsher snap that's punctuated by a painful throb buried deep between your temples. “I’m serious, this is bad.”

“Oh no,” he says with a dramatic gasp, quickly realizing just what—and who—you’ve done.

You let out a dismal, pathetic little groan.

“You said it was never gonna happen again! Swore up and down that you’d rather be struck dead than ever—“

“Shut up,” you hiss, another pang of your aching hangover blooming behind your eyes. “This is all your fault!”

“My fault? You’re the one who was all ‘Yuu I’m getting transferred to Nagano wah wah wahhh I’m not going to know anybody wah wah Oh, doesn’t your super cute boyfriend’s friend study in Nagano? Can’t you put me in contact with him? i just wanna know one person wahhhhh.’”

“That was insulting,” you sniff following his offensive impersonation of the conversation the two of you had shared ten months prior before you'd moved across the country for your promotion. You push your messy, matted hair back from your face.

“That was spot on and you know it.” He snickers. “Anyway, blaming me for any part of the mess you’ve gotten yourself into here is laughable.”

“If you’d never introduced me to Tsukki I never would have met—“

The shower down the hall turns off, and your head snaps towards your bedroom door—left slightly ajar by the last person to exit it.

“I have to go,” you whisper in a panic, and hang up before you can hear Yuuji’s (surely snarky) reply.

You stumble on your own two feet as you scramble out of bed, grabbing an old oversized t-shirt to pull on from your floor next to your hamper. You hadn’t even cleaned up your apartment last night, you realize in horror, rushing out to your living room.

There are dishes in your sink, a half-empty and uncapped bottle of green tea on your counter that you never finished, a pair of shoes in the middle of your floor, and a pile of work papers on the corner of your coffee table with an empty candy wrapper on top that you'd forgotten to throw away. Your eyes flicker to your closed bathroom door and wonder what humiliating mess you might have left in there.

Your cellphone, clutched tightly in your hand, buzzes with a text.

Tadashi and I’s train home to Sendai leaves at 2, and if I don’t see you before then I will assume you have died of mortification or had your back broken.

Either way RIP.

‘Fuck you’ you text back, sneering at the way he's taking pleasure in your misery.

Your bathroom door opens.

“Hey,” a familiar figure steps out, and a wispy cloud of steam follows. You feel the humid heat kiss your cheeks as he towels the ends of his hair.

There's another wrapped around his waist, but the man before you is otherwise glistening and bare.

“Hi.” You stand like a proverbial deer in the headlights, averting your eyes demurely.

The phone in your hand buzzes again, and your gaze flickers towards it.

I wouldn’t say no to Suna Rintarou’s sloppy seconds 👅

You toss your phone gracelessly behind you onto your couch.

Suna quirks a dark brow as the device lands with an audible little thump among the cushions, but otherwise passes no comment.

Everything on your body aches.

“Sleep well?” he asks you, ruffling the hair beside his right ear with the end of your favourite lilac bathtowel.

No.

“Yeah, you?”

“Mhmm.” He lets the towel rest looped around the back of his neck. He juts a thumb over his shoulder towards the door he'd just exited. “I was gonna wake you to ask but I figured I'd just shower first. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, no, of course,” you wave your hand dismissively, trying to keep your voice as even and unbothered as possible though you have reason to suspect you might be failing.

It's painfully, hideously quiet in the moments that follow.

“So," Suna says, his uncannily vulpine eyes watching your every move carefully, "wanna grab breakfast?”

“I have plans actually." Your answer comes too quickly and too emphatically even though it’s true. You shuffle into your kitchen just as an excuse to put some distance between the two of you.

He follows.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reply through the sticky tightness of your throat. “I can make you a coffee though?”

You feel gross. Your skin feels tacky and icky and you desperately need a shower. You're also fairly confident that you didn’t even have the presence of mind (or remaining stamina) to take any of your makeup off last night, and can only imagine what you must look like right now as a result.

Your cheeks flush hot at the realization, and you spin on your heel to face your kitchen cupboards to--if nothing else--spare you another mortifying moment of being too closely perceived.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” you insist, pulling open the cabinet door in front of you and reaching towards the middle shelf to grab your bag of coffee grinds.

“You can hardly bear to look at me." You can tell as he speaks that Suna's getting closer, and panic mounts in your aching chest. You fiddle with the foiled edge of the plastic coffee bag nervously.

“You’re half naked,” you squeak out like it should be obvious.

A large hand appears in your peripheral vision, resting on the cupboard door next to your head and slowly easing it closed.

"I was fully naked last night, and you didn’t seem to have a problem with it then.”

“Suna, I-“ you falter when you turn around and realize just how close he is.

He's right in front of you. So close that you can feel the residual heat from the shower radiating off his exposed skin, so close you can see the droplets of water that still cling to him. His hand still rests flat against the cupboard beside your head, and the other on the counter next to your hip.

“You call me Rin when you’re drinking, you call me Rin when we’re fucking,”--you realize belatedly he has you practically pinned against the counter with his body--“why can’t you ever call me Rin in the morning?”

Your pulse pounds in the back of your throat, and for a terrible, horrifying moment you think you might be sick. In your panic, you duck under his arm and skitter away.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you mumble, heat climbing up your cheeks as you flee to the other side of your tiny kitchen--not that it does much good.

Suna turns and surveys you skeptically as you wring your clammy hands. “Is that so?”

You nod, entirely unconvincingly.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth.”

“What reason would I possibly have to lie to you?” you toss back, equally accusatory in tone, but it's clear to both of you that you're floundering.

“Great question," Suna crosses his arms over his stupidly toned chest, "I’d like to know the answer too.”

All you can focus on is how his posture makes both his chest and his biceps look unbelievably good.

“I’m too hungover for this,” you groan, cradling your head in your hands.

“Do you need medicine?” Suna softens in the face of your apparent agony, taking a little step towards you.

“No, no!"--you throw your arm out to keep him at a distance, waving him away dismissively--"And don’t do that.”

“Do what?” he asks, head tilting to the side in confusion.

"Y'know..." Your mouth opens and then closes again as you try to string together any coherent sequence of words. "Be all… nice to me.”

“Don’t be nice?" Suna's already monotonous voice is impossibly flat as he interrogates you. "Why not?”

“Because you’re you!” you finally snap, exasperated and flustered and wishing more than anything that you could just crawl back into your bed and pretend none of this ever happened.

“Uh, as opposed to…?”

“You know what I mean!” You huff frustratedly.

He looks at you like he really, really doesn't.

“You’re charming and hot and a professional fucking athlete with an eight pack,”--you gesture accusatorially to his naked torso for dramatic effect--“and yeah you’re a little weird, but honestly it’s kind of infuriatingly cute.”

Suna glances down and quietly counts his own abs, seeming genuinely surprised when he finds that you’re not wrong.

“I thought I only had 6,” he says, mildly impressed, as he looks up. “I think you’re cute too, by the way.”

You resist the urge to scream, settling instead for crouching with your head held in your hands.

It's quiet again, and you squeeze your eyes shut against the painful pulse you can feel pounding behind them.

Your voice is softer, more defeated, when you finally do speak.

“You’re you, and I’m me, and we’re us. And us just… doesn’t do nice.”

You hear Suna shuffle towards you, his bare feet appearing in front of your downturned gaze as he crouches in front of you and mirrors your stance.

“Hey, don’t I get a say in any of this?” he asks, surprisingly gentle.

“You can’t really will two of your abdominal muscles away,” you mumble.

“I’m not talking about my abs,” he says, but he can’t help but laugh a little. “Didn’t it ever occur to you that there’s a reason I keep coming over here? That there’s a reason we keep hooking up?”

You blink, pursing your lips. You still refuse to meet his gaze though you can feel it on the features of your face.

“I’m annoying? And surprisingly hard to shake when I’m drunk and propositioning you?”

“Yeah,” he replies simply, “and I also happen to like you.”

You suck in a sharp, wounded breath. “It’s… different for me, Rin. I-I’m worried that I like you more than I should. And I don’t know when it happened, or what to do about it.”

“There you go making decisions all on your own again.”—Suna clicks his tongue admonishingly—“I reply to every single one of your Instagram stories.”

He makes the announcement as if it should clear everything up, though it unsurprisingly does not.

You blink, peeking up at him from under your lashes.

“You’re just always on your phone.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” he admits, running a hand through his wet hair and pushing it back from his face. He draws in a little breath and holds it for a moment, like he’s steeling his nerve. “Do you have any idea how often I bug Tsukki for updates on you? How you are, where you’ve been, if you mentioned me? It’s kind of pathetic. I’m pretty sure he’s muted my text notifications.”

You don’t understand.

“Why?”

He laughs, though the sound is relatively mirthless.

“Because I like you. I already said that.”

“You like fucking me,” you argue, hiding your face in your hands.

“No,” he’s exasperated now, and you realize that this might be the most you’ve ever actually spoken to Suna about anything that isn’t, well, directly related to being penetrated by him. “I mean, yeah, obviously. But I also think you’re funny, and have good taste in music, and find it really fucking cute when you text me at two o’clock in the morning trying to start a fight with me just because you want me to come over.”

Terushima did once accuse you of using instigation as foreplay.

“I was keeping things casual because I thought it was what you wanted, not because I thought it was all you deserved.” He ducks closer to you, and gently pries your hands off of your face so you have no choice but to look at him. “I’m gonna say this once to make it perfectly clear: I like you just as much as you like me. Hell, maybe more. You’re free to do with that information what you will, but I just… need you to know.”

He stares at you, hands loosely circling your wrists as he holds them away from your burning face, and you have absolutely no choice but to stare back.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Okay,” you agree.

You’re both breathing heavily, your heartbeat racing in your chest.

Suna looks suddenly quite guilty, his narrow eyes flickering away.

“I really wanna fuck you right now,” he admits breathily.

“I really need to shower,” you say, but you sound almost remorseful. “And I wasn’t lying about having brunch plans.”

“I could come with you,” he offers, his grip sliding up from your wrists to cradle your hands with his own, his fingertips trailing over your knuckles.

“My shower is pretty small…”

“I meant to brunch,”—he threads his fingers through your own and squeezes, accompanying the gesture with a breathy little laugh—“but thanks for thinking of me.”

“Oh,” you mumble, too fixated on how much bigger his hands are compared to yours to offer much else.

Suna groans suddenly, dropping his forehead to your collar.

“You look good in my shirt,” he says, but in spite of the compliment it almost sounds like a complaint. “it’s kind of driving me crazy.”

You thought that you’d pulled on your own oversized t-shirt, but in your hungover, barely-conscious panic you had in fact put on his.

Suna smells like your shampoo when he nuzzles against your throat, and he’s still deliciously warm from his shower as he slumps into you on your kitchen floor. The early morning sunshine streams through the windows behind him in your living room, and your eyes flicker to the bag of coffee you’d abandoned on your counter.

Your fingers gently brush against Suna’s nape, running through the damp tendrils of hair that curl against his neck.

“I… really do need to shower,” you say, though it takes a lot more of your willpower than you’re willing to admit. “But… there will be other brunches.”

Suna pulls back to look at you.

“Yeah?” he asks, a smile playing at his lips that crinkles the corners of his eyes. He’s so close that you can see the single dimple on one side of his mouth, and the faint freckles smattered around the highest points of his cheeks.

“Yeah,” you agree, soft and affectionate.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay,” you echo.

[ihavenolife346]

Pinball Y/N

Slightly younger Vance Hopper x GN!reader (platonic)

Summary: Vance was the new kid in town, You could just tell by the way he looked, he was a tough kid. Y/N was someone nobody dared to fuck with, especially when it came to Pinball. It was their game. People warned Vance about you, telling him that he’ll get his ass beat if he fucked with you. He listened, well tried to at least. He got shoved by a kid, landed right on your game, yet you were surprisingly nice to him.

Warning: Does Contain swearing and a bit of violence

Side note: This is shorter than others

Just like every Sunday, well more like everyday, Y/N was in their usual spot, playing their one true love, Pinball. Everyday during the week, at exactly 4:00, Y/N was always in the exact same spot trying to beat their high score. It’s what Y/N loved to do. By now everyone in the entire town knew not to fuck with Y/N, especially when it came to their game. Nobody dared to ask if they could have a go, not unless they had a death wish. Y/N had anger issues, their way of having control over them was with Pinball, in other words when someone screwed then up, that anger got taken out on them. After the last incident that got around town, nothing ever happened again.

“Holy shit Y/N. Your going to beat your high score.” Y/N’s friend, James cheered from next to them. “Of course I am you dumb shit. I told you I would.” Y/N mumbled, not daring to take their eyes off the game. “Ding, ding, ding.” The sound of the bell at the front rang, revealing a blond haired boy standing near the cashier with money in hand. Once again Y/N didn’t dare to take their eyes off the game, occasionally listening to the whispers from other in the corner store about the kid hardly anyone has seen before.

“Come on, come on, come on.” Y/N mumbled to themselves, watching the ball drop closer to the end slot, not wanting to be this close to a new high score and lose it. “That’ll be $5.67.” The lady at the front told the same blond boy, the same one who had been eyeing the game ever since he entered the store. “Here you are.” The boy spoke for the first time, handing the lady the money. “Have a nice day.” The lady gave a sweet smile, watching the boy grab his soda and candy bar, walking closer to the machine then out the door. “Wow buddy. What do you think your doing?” A boy who had been watching Y/N play stopped the blond. “Going to play the game?” The blond had a clearly confused look on his face.

By now Y/N had been to lost in trying to get a new high score that they weren’t even listening to the conversation. “I wouldn’t to that if I were you. Unless you wanna get your ass kicked.” The boy holding the blond back chuckled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” The blond sighed. “You don’t know who they are?” The boy pointed to Y/N. “Nope.” The blond shook his head. “You must be new. That’s Y/N, Y/L/N. More commonly known as Pinball Y/N. Trust me when I say you don’t want to fuck with them.” The boy explained. “Ok, well I’m going to play the game. So fuck off.” The blond mumbled, slightly shoving the boy.

“Don’t.” The boy sighed, trying to push the boy back, accidentally pushing him a little to hard, sending him in the wrong direction. “You… son… of… a… bitch.” Y/N stared in disbelief, feeling a body collide with theirs, making them lose control of the ball, watching it fall all the way back to the bottom. “You asshole!” Y/N slammed their hands against the game, turning around, only to find a clearly scared boy on the floor in front of her. “Y-Y/N… I swear, it was an accident.” The boy that pushed the blond began pleading. “You, stay here. And you…” Y/N told the blond, turning their attention to the boy who shoved the blond. “You fucking dumbass.” Y/N grew angrier, practically charging at the boy, immediately taking him to the ground.

“Y-Y/N. Please, it won’t happen again.” The boy now under Y/N stuttered, trying to push them off of him. “Well if it won’t happen again, here’s this to remember.” Y/N grinned, punching the boy right in the fast as hard as they could. “Remember.” Y/N threw another punch at the helpless boy. “Don’t.” Y/N threw another, starting to draw blood. “Fuck.” Y/N punched him again. “With.” Y/N threw yet another, earning a bunch of gasps from the now forming crowd. “Me.” Y/N threw one final punch, easily giving the kid a black eye, a nose bleed, and a few more scratches.

“Oh for fuck sake.” Y/N mumbled, noticing the woman behind the counter get off the phone, probably to have just called the cops. “You. New kid, come on.” Y/N completely changed their mood, offering a hand to the blond. “T-thanks.” The blond mumbled, completely confused as to what just happened. “I gotta run.” Y/N sighed, turning to the door, starting to walk out, glaring at half the people still watching them. Without even thinking the blond boy started following them out the door, jogging to catch up with them on the sidewalk.

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“What new kid.” Y/N groaned, not bothering to even look at the boy. “I-I uh. The names Vance. Vance Hopper.” Vance introduced himself, making Y/N stop and look at him. “Well Vance Hopper. I’m Y/N, Y/L/N.” Y/N said plainly, looking at the boys hand in front of them, ready to shack. “Nice to meet you.” Vance gave an awkward smile, watching Y/N take his hand and shake it. “You too Vance.” Y/N chuckled, still being able to see the fear in his eyes. “But now I’ve really gotta go.” Y/N mentioned, pointing to the police car coming closer and closer. “Oh, yea, yea.” Vance mumbled, looked over his shoulder, turning his head back around only to find that Y/N was already to far away to hear him.

“Hey Hopper!” Y/N called back behind themselves, stopping to turn around. “Yea?” Vance asked, slightly yelling. “Meet me at the corner store tomorrow! 4:00 on the dot! I’ll let you have a go!” Y/N told him, giving a thumbs up. “Uh… y-yea! Yea, ok!” Vance returned the thumbs up, watching Y/N get further and further away, finally walking back to the store to get his belongings.

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The very next day, at exactly 4:00, the friendship of Pinball Y/N, and soon to be known as Pinball Vance began. The two people in town, nobody dared to fuck with. Especially when it came to their game.

[hotwings0203]

I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

rhinestone eyes

PAIRING: Rich Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS [present+future]: infidelity, dubcon, gaslighting, manipulative and toxic behavior, toxic relationship, sexual content, yandere tendencies, suggestive hand-holding

part one

kofi

There's a sneer on Eren's face as green eyes behind Versace aviators glide over your form, staring you up and down. His gaze is so penetrative, it makes your teeth chatter. Maybe he was just checking you out. Maybe he was scrutinizing every blemish.

You suddenly feel so very small in your tennis skirt, the tight collared shirt stretching over your breasts, and wished that today out of all days wasn't when you decided to dress a little more stylish.

"Fancy seeing you here." His voice is nonchalant but there's a tone of humor that accompanies his brisk words. How long would it be until he laughs at you?

He scowls, "Are you mute or something? Why aren't you greeting me back properly?"

"Eren," You took a deep breath, "What are you doing in Paris?"

It occurs to you that you've never seen him out of his uniform before. He's wearing a light blue button-down, half the buttons left unfastened, polo shorts, an expensive black watch glittering on his wrist, silver rings on his slender fingers, and a thin silver chain dangling around his neck.

He's also acquired a new piercing, industrial, judging by the bar across his ear. The silver glints harshly under the sun.

"Are you done burning holes through me?"

You blush, embarrassment coloring your cheeks: "No, I'm just surprised." You tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear, "Didn't expect to run into anyone I knew in another country."

You were just taking a pleasant walk in the acclaimed Champs-Élysées, the avenue every bit as a picture-perfect postcard as it had been described.

"Have you eaten?" The question is spoken with a sigh like he couldn't believe he was asking you this, and you couldn't either.

"Oh, um, no?" You responded, bewildered.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, which reached the nape of his neck by now: "I know a cafe around here. Let's get brunch. We'll talk there."

You don't know what possessed you to nod but you did so, trying to match his quick and long strides. The walk was silent, presumably because the two of you were saving your burning questions for the cafe.

He rolls his eyes when you stutter through your French. He raises a hand, and simply tells the waiter his order and dismisses him. His French is flawless and you're tempted to ask him how it's so good, but you already know the answer. Probably had hordes of tutors to help him.

Merci Monsieur

"Wait," You remark to Eren, "I didn't order."

"I ordered for us. Pain au chocolate, savory crepes, eggs, and ham. Coffee after. For me. Hot chocolate for you because you don't drink coffee."

Oh. That actually sounds good. How did he know your beverage preferences?

He fishes out a cigarette from his pocket, skinny and hand-rolled, "So what are you doing here? No offense but you don't exactly seem like you can afford a vacation to France. "

Now is your turn to sigh. You've nearly forgotten how blunt he could be: "Here on an internship. For art" You supply.

"I assume you just regularly come to Paris every summer?"

He doesn't deny or verify your statement, "Something like that."

"So you're staying at a hostel or?" He asks, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that makes your nose wrinkle.

The waiter comes by with food, and you turn to Eren with a sour look, "I sincerely hope you're not going to smoke while we're eating."

To your utter surprise, he ashes the cigarette. You were expecting a witty and mean retort at the very minimum, not silent compliance.

You pick up the earlier conversation, "Well, I'm actually staying with my boyfriend." You mummer the last word quietly but the viridian-eyed boy's ears are keen. You don't notice how his grip on the knife tightens.

"You're staying with your boyfriend?" He repeats.

You nod, "Yeah, he's an art student too."

The rest of the meal is completed in sparing small-talk and lengths of silence. But it's not awkward. It's weird. On one hand, having brunch with Eren Yeager in fucking Paris, heir to a billionaire pharmaceutical company should feel surreal, but it's strangely peaceful. You feel more at peace sitting across from him in France than you did when he sat next to you in homeroom.

When it's time to pay the check, Eren looks amused by the very notion of you digging into your purse.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?" His words are spoken with a teasing smile.

You roll your eyes but can't help a glimmer of a smile from peeking through on your lips, "Didn't take you much for a gentleman."

He tosses his black card on the bill, "You'd be surprised."

What's there left to do now? Is it time to part ways? There's a part of you that craves more but life has taught you to not be greedy when you already have so so much.

You dabble the corner of your lips with a napkin, "Well, this has been fun-"

"Wait, uh, do you wanna check out the Louvre? Since you're an art student and all, you might uh enjoy it."

You stare at him. Is he tongue-tied?

"You've probably there been a million times already."

"Yeah...but you haven't been, right?"

You blink before breaking into a smile that Eren is sure is going to give him heart palpations, so sunny and bright.

"I would love to!"

You guys check out Mona Lisa for the sheer novelty, and you're bouncing around the museum, oohing and ahhing at the chiseled statues and Renaissance paintings. There is so much history here, it blows your mind.

Eren finds himself watching you more than the paintings. You have this veneer of snark that you wrap around yourself like a protective gauze (maybe that's how you maintain your survival in a world of hyenas) but you're different now.

You're yourself. Watching you here come alive in unbridled enthusiasm, eyes widened in passion, makes him reach out to his pocket and fish for his disposable film camera. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anyone in his vapid life look like the way you do, so filled with a zest for things that are greater than themselves.

He wants to burn you into his memory, praying to all the gods that you won't notice when he takes a picture of you admiring a bust of a goddess. He slyly tucks his camera back into his pocket.

The world seems to stand still when you tug his hand to show him a painting, an expression of unadulterated wonder on your face. But when you realize you pulled his hand, you immediately drop it like hot coals.

Why do you look so worried? Why do you look so scared?

"You can hold my hand if you want. It's-it's okay." He can't believe he's gotten the words out.

You're taking too long, your hands still hanging limply by your side, an indiscernible expression on your pretty face. Eren doesn't understand why it makes him so mad, why your sudden hesitation grated his nerves. Deciding to make your choice for you, he grabs your hand, squeezing your palm as he flashes you the charismatic smile that's got him out of countless incidents.

He doesn't like the expression of worry marring your features. Where did the happy jovial girl go? Just a few seconds, you were poking him with sparkles in your eyes, "Look at this Eren!" and "So beautiful, right?"

He forces another smile: "Show me the painting you wanted me to see." Maybe it was meant to be a request but it comes out as a demand.

You cast a glance at your joined hands, his grip borderline painful. "O-okay."

You lead him across the floor, and Eren can feel the stares of people around him. They are smiling. An older woman utters a "Un si charmant couple."

You take him to a grand painting. It's haunting and dark, swirling with so many shades of dusty red from vermillion to scarlet. A pregnant woman lies reclined, arm hanging and head lolling. She appears to be asleep, and there is a cacophony of men around her portrayed in varying degrees of stress.

"Death of a virgin", you breathed.

Such a macabre name, Eren thought as he gazed longer into the painting. He loosens his grip on your hand, testing whether you would pull away.

You don't.

It's raining outside and you're giggling.

"Fuck" Eren swears, "I'll call a cab."

You're a vision drenched in rain. Your clothes are soaked, and he could see the outline of your bra from your thin shirt. But it seems like you don't even care.

"Let's just enjoy it!" You cry out. There are thick droplets stuck in between your eyelashes, and you smell like rain too. It's dangerous, he can see chords of purple lightning flash the sky, thunder booming, and it's like you're dancing, the way you move so effortlessly.

You hook his hands in yours, "Doesn't this feel good?"

He feels like all his sins are being washed away, all the impurities and muck that clung onto him after nineteen years of existence. His heart nearly jumps out of his throat every time he looks at you.

He cups your chin and kisses you. When he feels the threadbare resistance, he kisses harsher, tongue and teeth swallowing your protests, coaxing your mouth open with a skillful pinch to your nipple. He pulls away just before you feel like all your breath has been robbed.

You're stunned speechless, "Eren...I...h-have a boyf-"

He kisses you again. And this time you kiss back, holding nothing back.

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inspo: @candy-hime's rich boy!shoto. the iconic golf club one <3