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plushibo · 1 month ago

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You Experience Homophobia

Characters included: Diluc, Itto, Childe (Part 1, lmk who else you wanna see)

Total word count: 3.8k

He/Him Reader (In Childe's, it's teacher! reader)

Warnings: extreme homophobia (all of them), threats (all of them), mentions to homosexuality being against the archons (all of them), the statement "i would rather d/e before [act of homosexuality]" (Itto), prison (Itto), breaking bones (Itto), mention of past bullying (Itto), ooc (Itto), references to "executing" homosexuals (Childe), Horrible children (Childe), use of Childe's real name,

A/N: I used to experience homophobia constantly in high school, even by the people i trusted and considered to be my greatest friends :[ so I wrote this to comfort myself and I hope it comforts you as well! Please be aware that all of these scenarios have actually happened to me (except for one small part of a situation, which happened to a cishet friend of mine that I connected to homophobia because that's why she was called that).

For the first time in a while, you had the free time to visit your boyfriend at his manor. For once, you were off work the next two days, as well as an empty schedule. You wanted nothing more than to lay beside Diluc and hug him for hours, profiting off his warmth as he held you in his arms.

With a pep in your step, you walked your way to the Dawn Winery, humming a song that had been running in your head for the last few days. You admired the rows of designations as you approached the vineyard. You sneakily plucked one of the fruits and popped it into your mouth as you finally reached the cobbled path. You practically skipped all the way to the door.

The door opened and you peaked in quietly, entering and shrugging off your coat to hang by the door. There didn’t seem to be anyone nearby, but that didn’t mean very much. You continued your trek through the huge manor, making your way towards Diluc’s office. On the way, you heard a little noise behind you before you were stopped.

“Sir?” You spun around with a kind smile, greeting the woman who stood there. You didn’t recognise her; she must be a newer employee. “You aren’t supposed to be here. Allow me to escort you out.”

You smiled graciously, shaking your head, “Ah, no thank you. Sorry, I have permission to be here.”

She stepped closer, placing the tray she was holding on a nearby surface. “No, I was told we weren’t to have any visitors today. I’m sorry; Master Diluc made that very clear.”

“But I’m not a visitor?” You mentioned. “Well, I mean, I am, but not that kind of visitor. I’m Y/N. Diluc’s boyfriend.”

The maid girl’s brows furrowed and she shook her head, “No need to spew such lewd lies.”

You frowned, taken aback, “Lewd Lies? What about that was lewd or a lie?”

“Master Diluc does not have a boyfriend.” She said the word with… was that disgust? “He wouldn’t stoop so low as such a high ranking official.”

You hummed, eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh, uhm… Okay. Wow. Well, I can wait outside and you can tell him that I’m here, how about that?”

Despite the perfectly reasonable response (which you should have thought about earlier, would have saved this trouble), she shook her head,” I think it’s best if you just leave, Master Diluc was quite adamant about no guests today. I don’t think he would want to meet with someone… like you, anyway.”

You visually reacted, leaning back with wide eyes, “What?” You were surprised. You hadn’t been spoken to like this for years. “Who do you think you’re talking to? I can get you fired in ten seconds. Now, go get Diluc for me.”

She looked aghast, “Do not refer to Master Diluc so casually. He is more powerful than you ever will be. Now, this is the last time I will ask politely. Please exit the premises.”

You coughed out a laugh, completely shocked at her blatant disrespect. “Do you treat all of Diluc’s guests like this? It’s highly inappropriate and out of line.”

“You have no place to comment on my work ethic. I deal with people with respect. Unless they are unnatural.” She gave you a very disgusted look and appeared to almost gag. Was she being serious or was this one fucked up prank that she was trying to pull on you? How did she not know that you were actually Diluc’s boyfriend?

With a scoff, you turned back towards the stairs, climbing it quickly as you heard her scrambling behind you, urging you to stop. You found Diluc’s office quickly and entered, leaving the door open for the maid to enter behind you.

“Master Diluc! I am so sorry! I tried to keep this creature out of the house, but he just barged in!” The maid said, fearful of Diluc’s power.

Diluc glanced up for a moment before doing a double take. He completely ignored you for a moment when his gaze noticed you standing there. “Did you just call him a creature?” He repeated, disbelief coating his honeyed words.

You nodded, “And that’s not even the worst of what she called me! She said I was unnatural and that she refused to let people ‘like me’ enter this house.”

He glanced at you with furrowed brows, standing up. The maid took this as her time to speak.

“Well, this man was trying to convince me that you were dating him! And- And that’s just so wrong! Why would you stoop as low as to date a male when you are surrounded by beautiful women!”

Diluc’s eyes flashed to hers, unmistakable fury in his eyes. “What?” He said, scarily quiet. “What did you just say about him?” You stared at her with a pointed expression, urging her to realize that you were never lying and that her precious boss was, in fact, dating a male. “He is my boyfriend.”

The woman was gobsmacked. She looked between the two of you before her eyes widened in fear. “I- I didn’t mean-” She tried to reconcile.

Diluc took a step forward menacingly. He narrowed his eyes harshly. “I expect you have a very, very good apology to him.”

She was quiet before shaking her head. “I- I won’t apologize because I was right. It’s unnatural and, frankly, disgusting.”

You stared in pure shock as she said that, spitting at you after she finished speaking. Diluc grabbed her arm. You could see the smoke billowing off of her clothing.

“You are not welcome on this property. You’ll be lucky if anyone in Mondstadt allows you to enter their establishment.” Diluc said. “You deserve the worst of the world, and I will be delighted to begin.”

She stuttered and tried to pry her arm from him. “I- You’re hurting me!”

“Good.” Despite his words, he let her arm go harshly, turning and waving her off. “Get out of my sight. I shall hope to never see you again. If I do, I am not sure if I would be able to contain myself as I have done now.” She cradled her arm (which was barely touched, honestly) and rushed from the room. Diluc walked towards you, placing a hand on your cheek. It was still warm from the heat he had conducted.

He wordlessly scanned your eyes, which held a certain sense of conflict. “Are you alright, my dove?”

You frowned, nodding slowly, “Yeah, I’m okay. I just- I was not expecting that.” You leaned into his palm. “We’re natural, right? This isn’t against anyone’s greater plans?”

He raised an eyebrow, “And who’s greater plans would that be? Barbatos?” He chuckled, “As if he would care about two boys dating each other.” He spoke as if he knew the god himself, but you had to admit it sounded silly. “There is nothing unnatural about us, darling.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. “Some people are just disrespectful and like to shove their noses in things that do not concern them in any way. They love to be angry when it has nothing to do with them.”

You nodded in agreement, laughing quietly. “Yeah. They do, don’t they?” He smiled softly, leaning in to kiss you gently. “I love you, Di.”

“I love you, my dove.”

Once again, you had gotten a letter from your jailed boyfriend. Once again, he found himself locked up and needing a bail. You shook your head with an amused sigh. You never knew how he continuously got in trouble for the silliest of things. Nonetheless, you grabbed your sack of mora and began to travel the distance to the Tenryou Commission.

Once you arrived at the doors, you stated your business. Despite a roll of the eyes, you were led into the waiting room. One of the guards came up to you and offered you a seat in front of his desk.

“Right, what are you here for?” He asked, giving a friendly smile despite the drab surroundings. “Do I need to get my reports ready to be filled out?” You laughed at his little joke to be polite. “No, no, I’m just here to pay a bail.”

He hummed, pulling out a folder. “Right, who for?”

“Arataki Itto.”

The guard coughed, hiding a scoff that you noticed. You tilted your head in confusion. “The oni?” You nodded with a blank face. This could go a few different ways. “Why are you here for him?”

You shrugged, “I ask myself the same thing sometimes.” You attempted to joke. The guard didn’t laugh. Rude, considering you had laughed at his lame attempt at a joke. “He’s my boyfriend. I always end up being the one to bail him out.”

You noticed the way the man rolled his eyes and watched with narrowed eyes as he closed the folder, leaning forward to rest his chin on one of his fists. “Boyfriend, eh? I thought you were a boy.”

“I am. But is that any of your concern?”

He raised his hands in mock surrender, “I suppose not, though you may want to listen to me.”

“And why is that?”

“Because maybe you’ll realize the path you’re going down is going to send you straight to hell.”

You blinked, glaring at him angrily, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He replied calmly, flipping the folder open again and slowly going through each page. “Not only are you being a horny animal, you’re being a disgrace to Her Majesty the Shogun.”

You stared at him. You swore you could feel your eye twitching in pure unadulterated rage. “A horny animal? What is that supposed to mean?”

He rolled his eyes, “That’s all you type of people are. Horny creatures who do nothing but frolic with each other.” You leaned forward angrily and he scoffed, scrunching his face in disgust, “Don’t get any ideas. I would rather die than allow a man to kiss me.”

“I would rather kiss a hog than kiss you.” You retaliated, leaning back again, glaring at him as if he was a hog. “Go get my boyfriend. Let me pay his bail so I never have to see you again.”

He huffed, crossing his arms, “I don’t take orders from the likes of you.” You swore you would have jumped at him if another soldier hadn’t entered the room. She glanced between the two of you with a raised eyebrow.

“Ma’am, can you help me? This man here is being very very disrespectful to me.” You asked, shoving a snarky comment at the man.

She nodded, walking over, “Of course, sir, what seems to be the issue?”

“I would like to pay the bail for my boyfriend, Arataki Itto.”

She hummed, “Alright.” She reached over and took the folder from the man, flipping through it. “The oni? You have your work cut out for you.” She laughed before grabbing a ringed set of keys from the man’s desk. “The bail is set at 15,000 mora.”

Your eyes widened slightly at the price. What had Itto done this time? Regardless, you nodded, shuffling through your small coin sack to find the correct amount of mora. As you did, the male soldier spoke again.

“You just heard that he has a boyfriend and you’re cracking jokes with him?” He asked incredulously.

The woman shrugged, “Why not? There’s nothing different between him and anyone else in a relationship.”

“It’s unnatural.”

She rolled her eyes, “So are your teeth, but you don’t see anyone complaining about that.”

You stifled a laugh as you passed her the mora. She nodded at you, turning to put it up before returning. “Alright, he’s in cell 232, come this way.”

You followed and the male soldier followed you, for some reason you couldn’t fathom. You soon found yourself standing outside Itto’s cell. You grinned at him and, once he heard the rattling of keys, he sat up with an even larger grin.

“Baby!” He yelled excitedly. The door swung open and he barreled towards you, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “I just knew you were gonna come and set me free. My knight in shining armor.” Itto teased.

Though he earned a warning look from his coworker, the male soldier scoffed loudly. Itto glanced over, questioningly. His eyes were slightly wide as he wondered what he did.

“Can you not be so gross in public?” He asked snobbily.

You nearly growled, “We barely even hugged. His arm is sitting on my shoulders and that is it.” Itto glanced between you two, slowly removing his arm. “Why do you care about our happiness so much?”

“It’s immoral and wrong and you are on the wrong side of everything.” He replied, crossing his arms and sticking up his nose. “Clearly, you need some sort of psych evaluation.”

Itto immediately stepped up, “Woah, woah, man, don’t go saying that about my boy.” He warned.

His coworker grabbed his arm gently, “Stop being such a bad person.” She hissed, trying to pull him away. “You’re going to get suspended again.”

The soldier didn’t budge. He tore his arm from her grasp and stepped closer, raising a finger and pushing it into your face. “You are such a freak and-” Before he could finish his sentence, he screamed. Itto glared at him intensely as he turned the pointed finger upwards- a direction it should not have been pointing.

“Don’t talk to him like that.” He growled animalistically. The woman’s eyes widened and pushed her coworker out of the way, pushing him towards the exit of the cells. The man took the chance to run out of the hall of cells. She turned back.

“As much as he deserved it, you do know I have to arrest you, right?”

“Hah, yeah. Figured as much.” He laughed, quickly coming down from his earlier anger. He turned to you, noticing your wide, surprised eyes. “You alright?”

You nodded quickly, “yeah, I just- That was faster than it usually is to get you angry. What happened?”

His cheeks flushed a bit and he scratched the back of his neck, “Aha, uh, yeah, you mentioned how when you were younger you were bullied relentlessly for being queer, so I would not let some bastard talk to you like that.” He said casually, shrugging. “You know nothing he says even matters?” His eyes sparkled, “And I’m Arataki Itto! The one and Oni, so you have to trust what I say.”

You laughed, leaning over and kissing his cheek, “I know, silly. It just caught me off guard mostly. I’ve worked through a lot of the homophobic trauma regarding my early years.” He narrowed his eyes, staring at you before deeming you truthful and nodding. He turned and walked into the cell he was just released from.

“I’m all ready, chief.” He said, grinning at the guard as she locked him in again. “I’ll see you in a few days, baby! I love youuuu.” He sang as you walked off. You laughed, waving your hand in the air.

“Love you too, Itto.” You responded. You and the woman made your way outside of the hall and she held your arm for a moment.

“Are you willing to help me report him?” She asked, nodding to the man who was still holding his extremely broken finger as someone else accessed the damage. “I might be able to pull this off as self-defense.” She mentioned. “Mr Itto will still get in trouble simply because he’s an oni, but it’ll be less severe.”

You nodded, “Of course. That bastard needs to be suspended or even fired.” She smiled kindly, offering you a chair in front of the desk you were at earlier.

You grinned at your class as they slowly trickled into the room. “Morning!” You said chipperly. Some of the middle schoolers hummed in response, most not even acknowledging your greeting. It didn’t affect your mood, though. You were thrilled. Today was the day the kids would begin giving their group presentations.

The assignment was not too difficult, but it was a long one. In groups of four, the four students would work together to create their own version of a utopia. Transportation, housing, laws, repercussions, etc. were all to be decided as a group for the happiest and best world they could imagine. It was a little assignment you had learned about from a teacher on vacation that her class did after reading The Giver.

“Alright, class! So, you all should have finished your presentation boards on your utopia.” The class groaned, knowing what was coming. “Well, it seems you’re prepared.” YOu laughed. “Does anyone want to go first, or shall I spin the wheel?”

Everyone lit up slightly, “Spin the wheel!” You grinned, heading to a little wheel on the edge of your desk. You had already prepped it for today’s lesson. Everyone waited as you spun the wheel, watching the colours spin until it landed on a kid’s name.

“Hmm, alright, Marcus’ group, you’re up first.” You announced. Marcus and his three partners groaned but stood up and quickly prepared the presentation boards. You listened happily as he and his teammates discussed their perfect utopia until they reached the laws and repercussions board.

“Our most important law is no gay people.” Marcus stated, showing a picture of a pride flag with a huge red X on it. “If someone is gay, they are to be executed immediately.” You stared dumbfounded. None of the kids knew you were gay, but they knew you were at least an ally. Why would their utopia- their supposed perfect world- want to execute all gay people?

You were a bit distracted as they finished up. They called your name a few times before waving a hand in your face. You blinked. You swallowed and nodded with a fake smile. “That was great! Thank you so much.” You spun the wheel again and let the next group go.

You prayed that this time it would go differently, but it didn’t. Once again, at the laws and repercussions slide, there was a rainbow flag with a big red circle with a line through it. Each group had something similar. Your smile became more and more fake as each group presented their assignment. By the end of the day, you were holding back your despair. These kids that you treated as well as you could, these kids that you saw every single day and treated them the best that you could- they wished you were dead?

Inadvertently, since they didn’t know. But it didn’t reassure you much.

When the day was over, you felt exhausted from hiding your true feelings. You were usually fairly open with the kids. You walked home as you normally did, ready to collapse into bed and curl into yourself. Maybe you’d cry, maybe you’d take a shower instead. Something to make you feel better.

To your relief (or perhaps disdain?), you entered your house to be met with your lovely boyfriend. Ajax stood with a grin, holding his arms out for you to hug him. You did so instantly, hurrying over to bury yourself in his scent. His comforting hug almost made you break and you could feel your despair tipping over the edge.

When he pulled back to peck your lips, he stopped with a frown, his brows furrowing. “Is something wrong, sólnyshka(Sunshine)?” He cupped your cheek with his hand.

You leaned into it, closing your eyes. Your thoughts had been ruminating for far too long and you felt horrible- both from the students and from your own mind running rampant. “Not really.” You admitted.

His eyes held sympathy, “Did something happen at school? Or was it just a long day?”

You were silent for a moment before the dam broke. Your tears filled your eyes and slipped down your cheeks. He caught a few of them with his thumb, concern filling his expression. “I just- Is it wrong to be happy?”

Ajax blinked in surprise, “What do you mean, my love?”

“Is it wrong to be happy with who you are and who you’re dating?”

He thought for a second before a darker look appeared on his face, “Did someone say something about us? About us both being boys?”

“Not directly.” You replied, sniffling. “Remember the assignment I was really excited to see finished today? The kids did their presentations today.” He nodded along, listening closely even though he was a bit confused as to how this pertained. “And every single one of them, Ajax. Every single group had one of their laws as no gay people. And that gay people would be put to death.”

His breath stopped for a moment before resuming, pulling you into his chest. He wanted to take away all of the pain and make the people who caused it suffer, but, in this situation, he couldn’t. “Darling, some kids are raised with the belief that other people shouldn’t be happy if it isn’t the same happiness that is normalized.” He said softly, stroking your hair. “I know it hurts a lot to hear them say that when you care about them so much, and I’m not sure if I can make it hurt less.” He pulled back a moment to place both hands on your shoulders. “But just know, I will always be here for you to talk to. You can talk about how hard it is being queer, you can talk about how you feel betrayed, you can talk to me about anything.”

You gave a wobbly smile, “Ajax… I don’t think you’ll ever know how much that means to me. I’m sorry I made our evening sad.”

His supportive smile fell into a small frown, “Sólnyshka, never apologize for being upset. Or for telling me that you’re upset. You are allowed to be upset and I want to be able to help you. It’s always you and me.” You stared at him for a moment before pulling him into another hug.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me either.” Ajax hugged you tightly. “Now, come on, dinner’s done.”

As you pulled back from the hug to follow him into the kitchen, you raised an eyebrow, wiping the remnants of your tears, “You cooked?”

He gave you a goofy grin, “I wanted to surprise you and you mentioned before that you didn’t like going out on school nights because of the early mornings.” You could hardly believe you had such a genuine man to be your boyfriend.

“I love you.”

He winked at you over his shoulder, his tell-tale grin on his face, “I know.” He laughed as you swatted at his shoulder, “Fine, fine. I love you.” He kissed the air in your direction as he plated the two meals.

#genshin impact x reader #x reader #genshin x reader #male reader #x male reader #genshin x male reader #arataki itto x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #diluc x reader #homophobia #please heed the warnings #based off real scenarios #I am def writing for more characters #i just really wanted to get something out so i finished the one i was working on and posted it lmao #he/him reader #x reader preferences

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meraki-yao · 2 months ago

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Dropping in to say your crying at the vows Payneland was SUPERB! Is it too late for 🤬 Payneland? If so no stress at all! Your writing is awesome!

Hi! Oh my God, thank you so much! I'm glad you liked the last one! Thank you for the prompt and sorry for this being late!

🤬Argument with a family member

This is a human/alive AU by the way!

TW: Paul Rowland being a homophobic, abusive asshole, homophobic slurs

Charles freezes, his fiancé’s hand tightening on his arm. Standing in front of their wedding venue entrance, arguing with the security, is his father who he hasn’t seen in years. After struggling through university on his own and meeting Edwin Payne, he took off and ran far away from home, cutting all contact with his parents while building a new home with the love of his life. A few years down the line, he and Edwin created a cipher to communicate with his mother. But throughout all of this, they have deliberately steered clear of his father. His father, who beat him senseless; his father, who locked his lanky teenage self in the basement that he lived in since he was five; his father, who nearly ripped his pierce off his ear, calling him homophobic slur years before he came to terms with his bisexuality. After Charles confessed his trauma after a particularly violent nightmare, Edwin had held him and promised that he would never let Paul Rowland near him ever again. Charles had gripped his boyfriend’s waist and promised the same: he cannot ever let his father lay a hand on sweet, gentle, loving Edwin. But he’s here now, at their rehearsal dinner, and he can’t help but freeze at the sight. Why? How? What is he doing here? How did he find him out after so long? What do I do now? Charles’ eyes meet his dad’s and the next thing he knows, Paul Rowland is pushing the security guard to the ground and comes marching their way, the rage on his face horrifyingly familiar. He has to move, he has to leave, he has to protect Edwin— But he can’t move. He’s frozen in place, legs turned to jelly. He wants to scream and cry but only quick puffs of breaths come out. Just before his dad can shout a curse at them, Edwin suddenly steps forward, pushing Charles behind him. “Excuse me, sir.” He says eerily calmly, which is a sign that he’s actually angry. “I don’t believe you’re invite to this function. You are trespassing right now, please kindly leave the premise before we have to call the authorities.” “Move out of the way, you fag. I’m here to talk to my son.” Paul Rowland growls, and Charles flinches, he wants to grab Edwin’s hand and run. “As you can clearly see, Charles does not want to talk to you. Now, leave.” Edwin continue, not phased by the slur. “CHARLES! YOU FUCKING USELESS PIECE OF SHIT, HIDING BEHIND A FAIRY?” The familiar roar rings in Charles’ ear. He can’t fucking breathe oh God oh fuck— BAM! Edwin, his sweet Edwin who has always gravitated to words, who he has tried to get into boxing without much success, punches his dad square in the jaw. Both Rowlands stare at him in shock. “YOU FUCKER! HOW DARE YOU—” “No, you listen here.” Edwin states, a dangerous edge in his voice. “We have given you multiple warnings. I will not allow you to come here, ruin our joyous occasion and do any harm to my fiancé, physical or otherwise. The police can deal with you now, we’re done here.” He lays a hand on Charles’ back, gentle despite the situation, and leads him away as the police who have finally arrived come and pull his dad away for questioning. They’ll need to provide their recount too, but Edwin insisted that they’ll deal with that later. They enter the dressing room of the venue where Charles collapses onto a chair. Edwin kneels before him, hand cupping his cheek, thumb swiping under his eyes. “Charles, please tell me what’s going on.” “No, it’s nothing, I’ll be fine I— Holy shit, Edwin, you punched my dad!” “Yes well, I very well couldn’t stand there and let him cause you even more distress, and he was clearly not going to listen to a word I say, sometimes actions do speak louder than words.” Charles pulls Edwin into his lap and wraps his arm around his waist, nose buried in his neck, breathing the familiar scent. Edwin’s hand goes to his curls as he presses kisses on to the top of his head. God, how lucky is he, to have such a wonderful person to call his? “We’ll be alright, my love,” Edwin whispers. “I promise, we’ll be alright.” Charles has never doubted him.

#dead boy detectives #renew dead boy detectives #save dead boy detectives #charles rowland #edwin payne #payneland #meraki writes #meraki ficlet #ficlet friday #dbba fic #dbda ficlet #payneland fic

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satorisoup · 10 months ago

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★ THE AFTER PARTY

⋆ 5 - SWEETHEART?

the time to leave comes quickly, and you depart from your apartment around 2pm to drive to the location alisa had sent you. it’s about 17 minutes away, located in a busier area of tokyo.

when you arrive, you feel yourself grow unnecessarily intimidated. the building looks professional like a corporate location, and extends a bit wide, about two stories high.

walking inside with your bag clutched in between your arms, you’re adrupltly stopped by what looks to be a security guard.

“your name, miss?” he asks you.

“y/n l/n, sir.” you watch him scan over the tablet he held in his hands.

“hm. your name isn’t on this list.” he says, eyes flicking up to you suspiciously. you’re unsure what to say as you stare back at him.

“you need to leave. this is a private area.” he says sternly.

“im sorry, but alisa haiba asked for me.” you attempt to reason, but he continues to usher you back out of the doors.

“sure she did. again, you need to leave the premises, now.” he argues.

your foot is almost backed out of the doors you once came through before a voice interrupts.

“ah, y/n, there you are!” alisa says as she makes herself known, eyeing the security guard as she beckons you over to her.

“this is an extremely important client. call me here before you try to kick someone out again.” she says, voice completely switched from the sweet tone she usually holds. the security guard frantically mumbles a ‘yes ma’am’.

you hold a still expression before alisa is brightly talking again.

“i’m so sorry about that! we have to take precautions sometimes. it wont happen again. let me give you a tour!” she says with a wave of her hand.

she walks with you around the building, each door embellished with its meaning on the front. you pass through each hallway, eventually leading to the elevator. when you exit, you take notice that the upper story is much more quiet than the bustling area below.

up here, the doors now have their selected titles surrounded in gold plaques. “NEKODANI OFFICE” and “BREAK ROOM” are just two examples of the few doors you see. you finally reach the end of the hallway, and alisa comes to a stop in front of the door.

“this is our recording studio. you’ll be spending quite a bit of time in this area.” she remarks before she smiles and continues. “the band is in here right now. ready to meet them?” she says as she reaches her hand for the doorknob.

you completely still after realizing what had just slipped from her mouth, having almost no time to react. your heart drums into your ears as you look to her with widened eyes, about to ask her to repeat her words, but she beats you to it by swinging the door open fully.

the room you stand outside of drops to such a silence that you could hear the drop of a pin. 4 pairs of eyes travel towards the entry way, not a single word uttered. alisa steps to the side, and your feet stay planted to the floor, legs not allowing you to move forward and you’re not exactly sure why, but you feel like you’re about to piss your pants.

“boys, welcome your new songwriter.” alisa speaks up, shattering the noiseless room.

the door closes behind you, and you can feel the stares radiating through your skin. your nerves eat at you with your eyes trained to anything but the people in front of you, and the only thing that utters out of your mouth is a short and hardly audible “hello.”

you hear the squeak of a chair and loud, rumbling footsteps until a presence makes itself known in front of your feet, and it speaks.

“did you know it was my idea to hire a songwriter? im pretty smart, don’t you think?” an excited voice rambles to you, and you find the courage to look up.

a tall and buff statured man stands in front of you, almost too close, hair spiked with frosted white tips and black roots. his golden eyes are wide and there’s a smile on his face as he waits for you to answer his partially rhetorical question. you try to find the words to say before another voice cuts in.

“you’re scaring the poor girl, bokuto. back up.” he says, placing a hand on the shoulder of the man, bokuto, in front of you.

his black hair waved at the framing of his face, eyes that colored gunmetal paired with a more lean build to him, and he gazes at you before he moves his friend out of the way.

“i’m sorry, excuse bokutos behavior.” he says to you.

“i would’ve punched him.” yet another voice cuts in. he lazily walks into view. a smaller height, and longer hair that sweeps into his face. blonde tips and dark roots, his eyes squinted and irises yellow.

“as if you haven’t done that before, kenma. you all are being too damn awkward.” the last bellows.

he comes forward with his hand extended for you to shake. his black hair swoops on one side of his face, honeyed eyes and a cheshire grin. the tallest of the group, and he leans toward you.

“pleasure to have you here. my friends are kind of stupid, don’t mind them.” he grins and you hear one of the others scoff, your hand moving as you shake his.

he manages to break some of the tension in the room, and you’re finally able to fully scan all of the faces in front of you.

theres no denying why these guys are famous. they can sing, they can dress, and they all definitely have the looks. yes, the cliche heartthrobs.

your eyes stop at the first boy that had tried to talk to you, and you’re able to move from your spot as you take a couple steps to him, hand out to shake his.

“i guess i also have you to thank for getting me hired, sir. sounds pretty smart of you to me.” you say, answering his question from before, and he beams as he accepts your hand. afterwards, you take a step back to position yourself in front of all four men.

“y/n l/n. it’s nice to meet you all. im glad to be able to have this opportunity to work with you. i hope i don’t disappoint.” you slightly bow as you declare, nerves still on high but dissipating enough for you to be able to introduce yourself. one of them takes the hint after your introduction to properly let you know who they are this time.

“no need to be so professional, sweetheart.”

‘sweetheart’?

“that spiky haired fella is bokuto, our drummer. he looks all big and broody but he’s a teddy bear at heart, if you couldn’t tell. goody two shoes, that’s akaashi. he plays bass and sings. this quiet snarky kid here is kenma, he plays synths. don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.” he stops and places a hand onto his chest and continues, “im kuroo tetsuro. lead singer. i think akaashi might still be stingy about that though.” he jokingly remarks, eyeing akaashi with a grin when the latter rolls his eyes.

you nod your head in understanding and repeat the names in your head a couple of times, as to remember them thoroughly. alisa waves her hands before she begins to speak again.

“alright, y/n! this will be the building you come to for every scheduled day you have. i hate to be such a workloader, but if you could think of some ideas for the album right away, that would be wonderful… you should be on the agenda to come back here in 2 days.”

“i can do that. i should probably head home now then, it was nice to meet you all.” you wave quickly, goodbyes shared from the band, and alisa eventually escorts you out of the building.

when you’ve finally arrived home, you’re able to fully process the events of today. the security guard, the huge building, the band, the famous band that you just so happened to get hired to write songs for along with one of those incredibly attractive band members casually slipping a ‘sweetheart’ as if you hadn’t just met.

nevertheless, you shake those intruding thoughts off and begin to brainstorm, and you’re really praying this won’t be a mistake.

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★ FUN FACTS

⋆ bokuto got excited when you addressed him as “sir” because everyone else always says he’s unprofessional.

⋆ akaashi actually had no problem being the background singer, because he knew he wouldn’t like that much of a spotlight on him alone.

⋆ TAGLIST

if your name is in bold, i can not tag you.

@bontensbabygirl @aichiomei @toomanygoldfish @withlovekiki @strwbrryeyes @lifesucksweswallow @snail-squasher @le000xxgrd

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vodika-vibes · 7 months ago

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I love your Griffyn Industries AU! It’s so cool and I think it’s all really cute. The clones get a shot at a happy ending. ^_^

But I imagine Anakin is slowly losing his mind (well, he already is, but put that aside) as more and more of the clones of 501st end up MIA, allegedly killed, or willingly look at the industries and are like “yeah this is a better deal.” And then you have Ahsoka who gets hired too.

Anakin: “You’re taking all my associates away from me! I’ve had my suspicions ever since this company prevented me from catching the clone suspected in the assassination attempt against Palpatine. What kind of evil schemes are you planning?! I demand you give me back my men and let me investigate!”

Employee, messaging to Ahsoka to go hide Rex, Fives, and Dogma: “Sir, this is a Wendy’s.”

Anakin: “. . . What?”

Employee, giving Anakin the good ole customer service smile when Ahsoka texts a thumbs up: “Sorry. It’s an old meme from my home planet, Earth. I apologize, but we don’t have to submit to an investigation without substantial evidence against us. You are not allowed to search the premises until you have a warrant.”

Anakin: “I’m a General-!”

Employee: “I am aware, sir, but your status does not nullify the fact you are on the brink of getting banned from the premises. Now, I must ask you to leave before I am forced to call the Corusant Guard and report this infraction to the Jedi Council.”

Thank you! It's one of my favorite AUs, tbh

But this. This is exactly it.

Like, canonically, Anakin cares less about the clones than the droid his wife gave him, so you can't even really call him friends. So Anakin sees this company taking the clones, and taking Ahsoka, and barring him from investigating and he loses his shit.

And he can't do anything about it, because in the grand scheme of things, keeping Gryffin Industries happy is better for the Republic than one Jedi, and even the Chancellor knows it.

Plus big expensive companies tend to come with big expensive lawyers who can smell blood in the water and have been slowly circling the Jedi and the Senate since the war started. They're really just waiting for someone to make a mistake so they can swoop in.

Anakin has been warned away from the company not only by the Jedi (poor Mace has a ulcer and his hands haven't stopped shaking since his first meeting with Dre Gryffin), but also by the Chancellor (who thinks he's playing chess with the company, but Gryffin Industries has switched out the gameboard and keeps adding more and more Queens to the board and he hasn't noticed-).

But Anakin can't keep himself away, and in the end is barred from Gryffin Industries, and even ends up slapped with an Order of Protection keeping him away from anyone who works for Gryffin Industries.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is considering applying for a job (he never wanted to be on the Council, but there's the war and he's the famed Negotiator and it wasn't so much a choice as an arm-twisting-) and Cody has already sent his, and Obi-Wan's, applications to Gryffin Industries and is just waiting for the first interview-

Wolffe didn't even wait that long. He's already dragged Plo, and the Wolfpack, to Gryffin Industries and camped out in the lobby until they were all hired.

#star wars #answered asks #star wars au #Gryffin Industries AU

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fair-night-starry-tears · 1 year ago

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I had an idea for Headmaster Suzuki au and it’s unleashing his unique magic to protect his students

- (still following Vil disown his own father)

- the trauma of the school being on alarm

- this is after Suzuki was hired and getting used to being here for a few weeks

- Dival gets involved and get his ass handed

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Today was the next week of Sato Suzuki job, he had stayed in campus. He was organizing his work and handling pta meetings, the man was working counseling with the students. And man, he was distraught to how mentally drained and morally empty from the terror. The man read on the news of a tyrant woman had damaged the students entire morality and immediately sent a resume to help aid as a school therapist, headmaster, and guidance counselor. He could work many shifts if he has to, but he considered all the students like his own children’s.

Being a school therapist almost took a toll on him, hearing one by one of their negative output from the hands of the horrid woman he heard about. He felt sorry for her offspring and the few who had suffered worse from the evil red queen. The man just sat at his office. Leaning back to the empty room as he covered his face, he almost wanted to scream. But kept his cool. He wanted to help the students. He decided to take a walk, as he was organizing a committee for parents week. A whole event to reconnect with their family. The man did follow certain instructions, he was too curious to ask some. Especially Mr. Schoenheit. He didn’t need an explanation, just the tone of the young boy explaining why his ‘father’ was to not attend made complete sense to not allow. So Sato agreed sir Venue was to not participate in the event, but was surprised Vil requested that Suzuki himself play as his father.

Of course, any man would’ve adored Vil like a son. But he patted the young man head, “I may not replace a father. But I believe it’s a fair choice a child choose their parents.” Since he respected Vil decision. Vil was comforted and joined the group to assist the event. Sato was a honest young man, a graduate with a honest major on student psychology. He created this event to help students gain their sense of comfort, childish yet fun mini games, handmade meals and snacks from the students, and learning of their current hobbies. All was well, in his and everyone view. The entire day turn out miraculously lovely. But somehow, he noticed a bitter and tense look on Darling face. He knew the girl father would arrive late, after all, he knows who her father is. But never brought unsavoring bias and comforted her during his time. He noticed the girl gaze facing the gates. And saw a man who resembled the previous headmaster, but felt a level of unpleasant and uneasy emotions. “Miss Crowley, please join your friends. I like to speak to your….” “Uncle.” “Yes. Thank you, now run along.” As the man went over to the gates. “Hello. Are you related to a student here?” The human male asked, as the other scolded to the face. “Yes. My distain to the family niece. Darling Crowley.” He spoke. “I am Dival Crowley. And I wish to speak to my niece-“ but he was cut off. “I’m sorry. But she’s currently not in the mood to speak with you. Please exit from the premises.” But Dival made a scornful expression. “Listen, worm, I don’t take overs from you. I take orders from the queen Maleficia!!” He shouted, as Sato felt stressed from the man, trying to keep cool. “Sir please. Understand your niece has experienced pain and emotional distress from the current months. Please, you must listen.” He pleaded, but it fell to deaf ears when Dival shouted “so what?! She can’t take it because she’s weak! Just like her pathetic human of a mother.” And something about Dival spewing hate and nonsense that would’ve been towards a student face. Snapped. As Sato eyes had a a ruthless red hue, the ground began to bend and shape into Sato will. Staring at the fae down as he tilt his head slowly, “leave….” As the ground tendrils of spikes, “and I don’t have to harm you.” The raven fae scoffed, clicking his tongue as he cowardly left. Luckily, none of the students or parents saw this. And Sato closed his eyes then open them. To be back to normal as dark and full of life. He returned to his students and their families. As he was glad to help them recover. And he made a vow

All his students will be safe and protected, and that is a promise. He is willing to keep well, and harm those who try to break his students spirit. He is not just a man. He is human with a light spirit and kind heart. And he be damned if anyone ruins his efforts.

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Sato @ Dival: as the nicest man Here, get the fuck out of my school

Sato @ Riddle and Vil: i have adopted these two and no their parents not permitted to see them. I already have the papers signed.

Sato @ NRC Students and staff: I stepped into this school and see trauma everywhere. And this is something my therapist needs to hear about.

Sato @ Yuu: i have all this worked out. Go do your own school life thing.

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Interview

Yuu: the very fact this guy has more responsibility and knowledge is great. Pretty helpful.

Vil, with a “im the new son to the Suzuki family” shirt: I do not regret this. Not one bit.

Riddle, eating a tart: …. Wait. Are we filming?

Trey, off camera: yes.

Riddle: Mr. Suzuki is a wonderful person. And I say that with absolute honesty.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #marron ocs #twst #Sato Suzuki #Dival Crowley #Headmaster Suzuki au #headmistress Rosehearts au

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big-bad-a-detective-story · 4 months ago

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Chapter 02

True, I set out not entirely certain of what it was I was looking for, but a good detective’s intuition gets them through. I followed my gut, and more efficiently, I followed my nose.

Not too awfully far from the tea house-- just off of Oolong Lane and nearing an intersection-- I found it: signs of a struggle. Several bags of groceries lay on the sidewalk, its content scattered. I avoided the carton of eggs, now smashed to smithereens, nearly tripping over a bag of oranges in the process. I, however, was able to collect myself. And with it I noticed my biggest clue: a woman’s purse laying in the middle of all the mess. A quick investigation of said purse, and one identification card later, and my rising suspicions had been confirmed.

Ms. Maeiz, recently missing mother of seven, had been nanny-napped. Right off the street, in broad daylight, no less! Oh, to think about the sort of things they could be doing to that poor woman even as I stood there-- poor pretty miss, meek and miserable. It was enough to make even a hardened detective, such as myself, weary as I stared at the family photo in Ms. Maeiz’ wallet.

It was then I knew, surrounded within the disturbing destruction, that the kids had to have seen SOMETHING. Anything, really, would be more of a tip to the terror that had taken place, than just meandering about.

I made haste, and hotfooted it back to the tea shop-- determined to solve the case.

I’ll admit, the police cars parked in front of the building may have squashed my enthusiasm over my discovery, ever so slightly. I drew a hand down my tired face.

“I told them not to call the cops!”

TYPICAL! Just like a bunch of well-to-dos to not listen to the word of the working class. That is to say, I was working and they didn’t listen! Disregarded my commands altogether! WELL, I wasn’t going to put up with it, no siree. So it was with aggravation hardening my disposition that I stormed up to the front of the shop determined to stare the cop on guard down!

Unfortunately for me, not only did the guy have no eyes to be seen, he was missing his entire head.

“Sir,” he said from who knew where, holding up a hand to stop me. “I’m sorry, but this is a crime scene. You’re not allowed to enter the premises.”

“I know it’s a crime scene-- I was here first!” I was mad, let me tell ya. And with it I got closer to this headless herald, jabbing him in the chest as I stared down his neck. “Now you WILL let me through to interrogate the Maeiz children, or so help me, I’ll--”

“You’ll WHAT?” This voice was gruff, and one I recognized-- even in my surprised stupor. “Need I remind you that threatening an officer is a punishable offense?”

Broad and as boorish as ever, it was the last person I wanted to see: Constable Ogol. Tall, and just as unsightly as any ogress you’d expect to see, she didn’t look happy to see me, either. She placed a hand on the other officer’s shoulder, gently pushing past him even as she refused to break eye contact with me.

“I’ll take it from here, Jack. I’ve had dealings with Mr. Wolf before.” Ogol huffed, looming over me as she crossed her arms against her chest. “Your friend said to be expecting you. What did you find?”

Really! How dense did she think I was? Like I was going to assist her in taking this case away from me! As if I was just going to hand it to her on a silver platter!

“Oohh no, I don’t think so!” I tucked my findings away under my coat, just in case Ms. Ogol happened to be the snatching type. “This is my case, get your own.”

Childish, perhaps, but the truth. The constable didn’t seem to appreciate the gesture or my words. She loomed over me, looking none too pleased.

“Mr. Wolf, you are aware that withholding evidence is a criminal offense, yes? As is disturbing a known crime scene.”

I was distantly aware of Felix behind me, tapping my shoulder. As I felt I was dealing with more important matters at the moment, it only served as an annoying distraction.

“Norman! I thought you might like to know--” Felix was whispering to me now, couldn’t he see I was busy? I waved him off.

“To an ordinary citizen, sure! But I am a trained detective!”

“Trained?” At this the constable raised a brow. “I believe your file says otherwise.”

“HA! Like you know anything about MY life.” I snarked. I wasn’t having any of what she was saying, and was calling the ogre’s bluff.

And unfortunately for me… she answered the call.

“‘Norman Davis Wolf. Four foot; one hundred eighty two pounds.’ Last recorded, of course.”

This was added with a smirk, as she looked at my covered midsection. Let’s just say a certain someone’s stock of dainty cakes hadn’t left me quite as dainty since my academy days. I frowned. Constable Ogol, on the other hand, became serious once more.

She continued.

“‘While the candidate shows overzealous passion for the job, he lacks much else. Trouble with coordinating with others, refusal to think before rushing ahead. This, and low test scores, are why we must regrettably excuse Mr. Wolf from the academy.’ End quote.”

And at this I was silent. It was… a shock to hear words I hadn’t thought of for some time. And by somebody I didn’t like, to boot! It was equal part humiliating as it felt like having an unhealed wound get stabbed violently with a fork. It wasn’t going to end your existence, sure; but it still HURT, you know!

“I… see the old adage is true,” I grumbled, clutching the purse closer to my person. “An ogre truly doesn’t forget, do they?”

“Um… Elephant.” It was the other officer, the headless Jack of the trade, that had interrupted the conversation this time. He rubbed the stump where a neck would have been, awkwardly. “I think the saying is ‘elephants never forget’…”

I rolled my eyes.

“Nobody’s ever said it that way.” I challenged.

“Norman, everybody says it that way,” was Felix’s sassy retort. Great, whose side was he even ON?! I turned to give him a look to let him know his betrayal was not appreciated, but the look he gave me back seemed to overwhelm mine.

“Oh so now I’ve got your attention.”

I was about to comment on all of the excess sass this afternoon, when he surprised me by wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close.

“I thought you might like to know, Norman, the kids mentioned their mother having a boyfriend?” He whispered. Of course! My trusty sidekick had come through with vital information to our case. His earlier betrayal must have simply been a ruse to confuse our intervening company. What luck!

Felix stepped away and I turned back to face the constable again. She did not look happy about our conversation being interrupted, but then again, I don’t think I’d ever seen this woman look happy about anything.

“Perhaps you were right, constable, I was being unreasonable.” Oh, it hurt. But I reached into my coat and took out the pilfered purse. “Here, take it.”

Ogal gaped at me as if I’d just pulled out a rotten cod instead of an unassuming fashion bag.

“You touched it? Without wearing gloves?!”

Ah. Right. Whoops? It was time to make a hasty escape. I tossed the purse at her, and she fumbled with it, before securing her hold on the object. Of course, I was already on my way out.

“Good luck with that!” I called out, my partner and I making our way out of the crime scene and back onto the trail of our next clue.

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“You realize she was wearing gloves, right?”

Outside and down the block from the tea shop, Felix decided to share with me his “wisdom”.

“What?”

“The constable. She was wearing gloves, it’s still only your fingerprints on that purse, Norman. And another thing, was it a good idea to just give her the purse? Don’t you still need that?”

Ah, Felix, always getting so caught up in the little details. I scoffed and waved him off, so he would know just how silly he was being.

“Please! I still have her wallet, we’re fine. All Ms. Grump got was a bag full of makeup and coupons for baby wipes.”

“You kept her wallet? That is not going to look good! Oh Norman, what have you gotten yourself into ...”

I was about to retort-- and oh boy did I have a good one!-- but I was interrupted by a little voice from behind me.

“Yeah! You’re gonna get in so much trouble!”

I turned to see seven little kids lined up behind me. How had they managed to sneak past the cops? How had they followed us without being noticed?

“How did you! Where did you! When did-- oh forget it.”

I didn’t know why I was complaining. While I could have easily and flawlessly found other ways to find the fiendish felons who filched from fatherless tykes’ mother, it didn’t hurt to have a personal source. What I needed to know was the ‘who’, and any detective worth their salt knew the first suspect was always the spouse.

Or in this case: boyfriend.

“Enough about that.” I started, getting on a knee to be at eye level with the children. “You’re here, and I could use your help.” I gestured to Felix standing next to me. “My pal said you guys mentioned something about your mother dating someone. What can you tell me about him?”

What I didn’t expect was for all the children to speak at once.

“He’s really nice!”

“And funny!”

“Plays all sorts of games with us!”

“Mommy says he’s handsome!”

“And TALL!”

“And he has lots of friends!”

“BAAA!”

The last was a bleat from the baby of the bunch, nestled into the arms of the oldest son. While it would only be fair to trust the tyke’s testimony, I had a feeling it had nothing to do with the case. Especially as the sibling stuck a bulbous binky into their mouth.

I tapped a finger against my maw in thought, as I considered if anything of value had actually been said.

“I… see.” Admittedly, I did not. But I tried to come up with another line of questioning. “And just where might I find this Mister… Mister… “ I frowned, feeling ridiculous. “Um, actually, what do you kids call the guy? I can’t keep calling him your mother’s boyfriend.”

My witnesses were eager to answer my questions.

“Momma calls ‘im Honey.”

“And Sweetie!”

But unfortunately, maybe not the most helpful. That was, until the eldest spoke up.

“He has us call him Larry. But between you an’ me, I don’t think that’s his real name.”

Larry? Could it be, THE Larry? I had my doubts. What were the odds! It was then I remembered the wallet. I took it out and began searching through it for clues, now on the lookout for more than just the missing’s identification. What I found confirmed my wary speculations and squashed my doubts.

A wallet sized family photo: A nice little middle aged woman. Seven nice little kids. And right beside them?

“Ah HA! Larry Lemonade! This guy just can’t help himself, can he? Felix! Keep an eye on the kids, I’ve got a wolf to question!”

“WHAT?” The Fox questioned, eyes wide as he whipped himself towards my direction. “And just what am I supposed to do with them?”

“I don’t know, take them to the park? The movies?”

I had no idea what kids liked, but it was evident SOMEbody needed to keep them busy. Lest the guys who napped their mother returned for them. I threw my arms up in frustration, even as I began to stomp away.

“Heck, take them to our place, for all I care. I just need you to stash ‘em away while I go hunt down the next piece of the puzzle.” Stomping became a jog, as I called back to the best (and only) babysitter I knew. “Things are coming together, Felix. I CAN FEEL IT!”

And it was with zealous that I began running. Seven little goats were no longer my concern, as I was a wolf on a mission. Destination? Where all no-good wrong-doers ended up once caught:

Prison.

#big bad: a detective story #norman d wolf #felix fox #the case of the nanny napped mother #chapter 02

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nobodylivesson · 2 years ago

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Telling Them To Take Rest

Fandom : Genshin Impact

Pairing : Dottore x Male! Reader, Tartaglia x Male! Reader and Pantalone x Male! Reader

Requested? No

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Entering the castle where harbingers work was a tedious job

A high wall surrounded the whole castle, keeping the inside hidden from the eyes of the citizens of Snezhnaya, and the iron gates at the front were the only entrance through the wall

Visiting hours were closed in the evening, and only very few special authorized people from outside could pass the castle gates after that. And on top of that carriages were forbidden beyond the gates of the wall, meaning you had to walk to the entrance

All of this was done under the order of Her Majesty, Taristha

I took long strides to reach the entrance as small puffs of fog escaped my mouth, an oversized fur coat covering my whole body

As I finally reached the top, the guards who were guarding the entrance door got alert and waited for me to come to them

“Halt! Nobody is allowed to enter this place at this time, so we must ask about your identity and the purpose of visiting the headquarter under the orders of Taristha. If deemed as a threat you would be removed from the premise!” The Fatui agent standing at the left of the door said with his hand going under the coat to take his weapon out, the agent at the right doing the same

I raised an eyebrow at this as I had informed the headquarters beforehand of my visit but not wanting to fight, I pushed the hood of my coat back to show my short fluffy hair before removing the mask covering my eyes

“I’m pretty sure I had informed of my visit, agents” I said as I looked at them questioningly

Immediately both the agents froze in what seemed terror to me

“Lo-Lord [Y/N]!! We are so sorry sir, we didn’t recognize it was you, sir!” both the guards shouted as they bowed 190 degree

“Agents it’s alright but I hope you do correct the way of interrogating people as you might offend someone important in the future again and get into big trouble. Now I hope you can let me in or do I need to call someone from inside to clear this dilemma?” I said with a sigh leaving my mouth, already very done with this

The guards turned even paler before with a quick shake of their heads, both of them pushed the gigantic wooden door causing it to open with a creaking noise

I quickly walked past the still bowing guards and entered the castle causing the door to shut again behind me

I shake my head to remove the little amount of snow that had gathered on top of my head during the banter I had earlier before using my hand the push back my hair that had fallen forward due to the shake

My eyes shifted to the two guards inside who were guarding the entrance and both of them avoided my eyes instantly, they must have heard the little conversation earlier

Without caring much, I continued to walk toward the destination I had come for after returning from my trip

Worn out and a little irritated after coming back to Snezhnaya from the business trip Her Majesty Taristha sent me on for half a month I was expecting my lover to be waiting patiently in our room so we could cuddle all night to forget my stress

Only to find my lover immersed in his work and has been cooped in his office for the last 4-5 days without taking a single break

So I decided to come here personally despite my fatigue to drag my lover back to the warm embrace of our warm room where they can take a goddamn break and eat some food

He should be happy I loved him so much

The castle for the harbingers was a collection of hallways, rooms, and staircases even if smaller compared to Her Majesty Taristha

If you were new to the place you would end up lost and maybe stumble upon a very unwanted room since all the harbingers liked doing a lot of their job in the castle

But for me, every route of the enormous castle was memorized and the route to his office has become part of my memory of every other day

I smiled a little as I have almost reached my destination and now all that was left was to grab my man

Let’s hope he goes back with me without having me drag him back for real

Dottore~

[Y/N] have finally reached the far end of the hallway of the westside where there wasn’t any more path ahead and it looked like he just entered a wrong area

But it didn’t seem like a mistake as [Y/N] went for a door that could only lead to an empty room but instead opened a path a winding staircase downwards

Walking into the stairway after closing the door behind [Y/N] couldn’t help but shiver at the coldness

Pulling his hood back up,[Y/N] started to walk more down the stairway, making sure he won’t trip due to the poor lighting of the area

“I’m asking Pantalone myself to install lanterns here and……..heaters as well” [Y/N] mumbled as a puff of fog again escaped his mouth

Dottore always liked the coldness and silentness of Snezhnaya so his lab was located deep below the caste

And it also meant the minimal use of heaters or lanterns since they only seem to increase the heat but it wasn’t good for health to stay this way

So [Y/N] was done with his boyfriend’s tantrums and was going to do this himself

During all these thoughts,[Y/N] has already reached the end of the stairs

The clicking of tools, the bubbling of liquid, and the crackling of fire brought [Y/N] out of his thoughts

[Y/N] stood at the end and observed the man before him who was working on the table with his back turned toward him

The man didn’t seem to sense [Y/N]’s presence due to being so concentrated on his work so [Y/N] decided to call him first

“Do you even know how to take a break?”

The man immediately stopped working and turned around to face [Y/N], tools still in his hands as a neutral look adorns his face

But [Y/N] could see the man relatively relaxed as a lazy smile comes to his face perfectly showing his sharp canines

“You have come back from the trip, I didn’t realize” Dottore says softly which was so uncharacteristic of him compared to his unhinged self

“Of course, you won’t realize due to being stuck underground for god knows how many days now since I left Dottore. I had thought you at least knew the basics of taking care of yourself” I angrily spew as I quickly walked up to Dottore

He just shrugs and the softness from the moment before disappears replaced by his usual professional smile

“To much work was piling up so I had to take care of them and I guess I forgot that I had to go out” Dotttore says as he returns to his work from earlier

[Y/N] quietly observes his lover and feels a headache coming soon as irritation took over him

A hand slammed itself in front of Dottore on his table another forcibly made him look to the side toward his lover

Now again neutral faced Dottore faces an annoyed [Y/N] who was also the one to slam his hand

“Throwing a tantrum just cause the sake of it, isn’t nice Dottore. Her Majesty wanted the job to be done nicely that’s why she chose me and you know I can’t refuse her. But see I came back earlier than we had thought” [Y/N] says while turning Dottore’s whole body to face him

A sigh leaves [Y/N]’s mouth again before the hand grabbing the face goes to gently caress it as the slammed fist went to remove the mask from Dottore’s face

Finally, blood red eyes meet [Y/C] eyes

Dottore seemed to look at his lover for a long before finally leaning his face toward the touches

[Y/N] smiled a little sadly at this before whispering “I’m sorry that I left you like that even when we were supposed to have some time together. Will you forgive me?” as his free hand softly touched the dark circles under Dottore’s eyes

Dottore seemed to relish these touches before finally again softly saying “I missed you but you came back to me early so it’s alright” making [Y/N] chuckle

“Oh dear I got myself such a child-like lover” he thought as he brought Dottoreclosee to him with both his hand looping around the taller male’s neck to hug

“Let’s get some rest back at our house then” [Y/N] whispers again and instead of saying anything Dottore just simply slumped his head on his lover’s shoulder

“Oh, such a child you are, Dottore…..”

Tartaglia~

When you reach the central area of the castle, you can see three different stairs leading to different places

If you were to take the stairs in the middle it would lead you to the dungeons

A place where all grim deeds of the harbingers were done inside its icy cells

But the place also served another purpose

I descended the stairs carefully because this area was so dimly lit and I didn’t want to break my bones with a slip

Finally, he was meet the floor again and looked in both directions towards his right and left

“Towards the left were the dungeons and towards his right were the-” my thought was interrupted when I heard a big clang

Straightening myself I walked towards the left, the sounds of the clang got louder and even a few words of curses mixed in between them

As I finally came to the end of the dark hallway and entered the brightly lit area, I joined an area just like an arena

The other purpose of these dungeons was the training arena

In the middle was a small group of people who together were sparring against a single person

The said person was smiling crazily in excitement as he eases defeated those attacking him

I silently stood at the entrance to look at the fatui agents who looked like they would faint any moment soon from the amount of exercise they had been made to do

With a huff, I shouted “Agents! Halt at once as training is over!!” making everyone jolt in surprise before turning their heads toward me

All the agents looked like I was a godsent angel while Childe’s face just kept open

I quickly walked to the group and despite their exhaustion, they straightened themselves into a line when I reached them while Childe recovered from his shock only to have it morphed into pure shame

“At least this bastard knows I’m not pleased with this” I think as I stare at Childe who seems to find the floor more interesting than looking at my face

My eyes then trailed to the agents who were all looking at me with hope so I asked them the question to make this procedure easier “How long has this training been going on?”

At once all the agents started to look at each other as if trying to see who didn’t have the fear of their heads flying from their body

My unimpressed eyes dart to Childe who only started to sweat more from nervousness

“Alright! You all can leave for the night and take 1 day's rest from training as compensation for your leader's selfishness. Please get out of here now” [Y/N] says while folding his hands under his chest

The agents looked at each other in confusion before jumping into action when [Y/N] shouted “RIGHT NOW LEAVE!”

[Y/N] kept his eyes on the still silent Childe, ignoring the agents shuffling around

Even when the agents started to leave the arena both [Y/N] and Childe didn’t look at each

Finally when they were the only ones left there, [Y/N] walked before he was standing in front of Childe

“If you don’t look at me in my eyes I’m gonna whop your ass till you’re ready to look at them” [Y/N] angrily growled having been done with this situation

Childe instantly looked up to meet [Y/N]’s

“He-hey! I didn’t know you have returned to the city [Y/N]! I was just about to end things here and go home” Childe says while trying to give his best smile

But [Y/N] wasn’t having any of it and just continued staring at his lover

Despite Childe trying, he couldn’t keep smiling under [Y/N]’s intense staring so he just gave up and told the truth

“I-I was getting very restless due to you not being here so I-uh decided to train with soldiers to keep my thoughts traveling back to you and end up making me lonely again. Just lost time while I was here due to that and yeah forgot that you were coming today” the boy mumbles as embarrassment burns down his face

[Y/N]’s anger finally subsided a little and his eyes softened at these childish thoughts of his lover

But letting him go without punishment will be futile

So his fingers go up before harshly flicking Childe’s forehead causing a voluntary ‘ow’ to leave his lover’s mouth while one hand went to rub on the spot

“Stupid Ajax, if you feel lonely just say so to me and not drown yourself in work. I will try to come faster and maybe stop taking jobs that require going too far away. But I hope you stay put in the house like a good boy the next time I return after a long time” [Y/N] says with a smile as his hand snakes to grab Childe’s open hand

Childe couldn’t say much except for nodding his head like a kid, the blush still on his face for a reason different from earlier

Chuckling a little, [Y/N] starts walking with pulling Childe with him who just silently follows him now

“Let’s go back home to cuddle 'cause I’m tired as hell. The rest of the people here can deal with the cleaning and whatnot. Also, let’s go on a date tomorrow to visit your family since I haven’t seen Treucer for so long….” [Y/N] continued his rambling without care for Childe’s reply who just kept listening to his lover’s talk

A feeling of affection and the sense of finally his home returning engulfed his heart

So he just gives a squeeze to their joined hand which was returned by [Y/N] and was enough for his soft eyes to continue looking at his lover’s beautiful back

Pantalone~

The hallway was lit with lamps mounted on the wall at its left while the snowy weather of Snezhnaya can be seen through the glass windows on the right

These lamps somehow gave a sense of warmth in the hallway to the otherwise cold castle

[Y/N] walked the hallway while observing the lamps which were powered by magical cores and immediately remember his conversion with his lover before leaving where he had told him it would be much more comfortable to get to his office if the hallways were a bit warmer

A chuckle erupted from his lips at the image of his lover immediately installing these after his departure by misusing his position despite hating to spend a penny on useless things

At last, the door he was looking at came into view, and the simple fact of being able to see him made [Y/N] walk faster

Without waiting, he pushed the door open to be greeted by rows of books stacked perfectly in selves, tables with chairs of pine wood neatly kept, and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to give light to this gigantic room

To say it simply it was the personal library of the harbingers which seems to have enough materials in it to match any nation’s official archive

Despite its importance agents dislike guarding this area due to the infamous temper of a particular harbinger who likes to do his work here

That was the person [Y/N] was looking and he didn’t have to search much as the rustling of papers from the far end of the library indicated his presence there

[Y/N] walked around the selves hiding the tables and true enough Pantalone was sitting on the last one, going through the stack of paper near him without a glance at who came

[Y/N] shakes his head in disapproval and goes near his table before knocking on the table startling the man who was even more surprised to see his lover standing there

Pantalone blinks a little before he sighs, removes his glass, and rubs his eyes while saying “Sorry about this [Y/N], I got immersed in this urgent work that Her Majesty required by the day after tomorrow and forgot about your return”

It was [Y/N]’s turn to sigh before going around and standing in front of Pantalone before taking his face in his hands

The man relaxes in the hand of his lover and wraps his hand around [Y/N]’s waist, bringing the other man closure to him

[Y/N] runs his finger through the soft navy blue hair while the other hand creased the cheek

“I loved the new magic lamps that were installed on the way here. But I didn’t know the other harbingers required those at this point” the man says with a teasing tone to which Pantalone just chuckles

“Maybe the cold was starting to get the better of me and I thought more warmth was to be given here” was all he said as he looked up to stare directly into [Y/N] eyes with a softness that was uncharacteristic of him

Well anything Pantalone does with [Y/N] wasn’t his usual self but that was for both of them and the other harbingers to know

With a raised eyebrow, [Y/N] asked “You’re feeling cold? Are you sure it wasn’t any other reason since you don’t seem to be wearing your coat?” as eyes traveled to the discarded coat on the seat beside, a black thermal being the only clothing on Pantalone now

The man just huffs before closing his eyes and [Y/N] chuckles now before eyeing the stack of paper

“How much work do you have to do before being able to go home?” he asks making Pantalone look at him again then detaching himself with a sigh

“An allnighter would be enough for this but-” Pantalone stops and stares at [Y/N] “maybe Her Majesty won’t mind if I take today a little bit of rest before completing it tomorrow. And who is going to complain? Not my men” with a smile

“You shouldn’t misuse your position so much” [Y/N] says with a laugh but doesn’t oppose the idea when a thought comes to his mind

“But going back and forth would be too much of a waste of time” he thinks when the memory of the couch at the back of the library

With a grin [Y/N] grabs Pantalone and his coat, taking him to the back and he didn’t seem to mind whatever was [Y/N] thinking

Seeing the couch Pantalone seems to get a general idea of what they were going to do

Reaching it,[Y/N] pushes Pantalone to sleep on the couch before shredding his coat, getting on the couch, and then finally using their coats as blankets to keep themselves warm

[Y/N] snuggles close to Pantalone using his right arm as a pillow while bringing the left hand to hug his waist, making Pantalone laugh yet burrowed his face into my head

They stayed like that as the winter wind outside seem to slowly start to make [Y/N] drift to sleep

But it seemed Pantalone had something to say before he fell asleep

“I was hesitant about the work and could have not agreed to do it but the thought of coming to bed without you there made me feel terrible and I didn’t want to feel that, that’s why this happened” he mumbles while stroking [Y/N]’s back with the hand around his waist

[Y/N] smiles before mumbling “You don’t need to say that to me silly, I already know and I’m sorry I made you feel like that” and then finally falls asleep

Kissing [Y/N]’s head gently, Pantalone mumbles “Goodnight to you love” falling asleep as well

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Have I been dead? Yes. Would I continue to stay dead? Maybe. I just had the inspiration and that's why I wrote this despite having a lot of request in my inbox, I just haven't been able to do anything all cause of my finals. It's important but well I guess I am also having writer's block. Let's see how it all plays out. Also I do apologize if the they all seem out of character

#genshin impact x male reader #x male reader #genshin harbingers #tartaglia #Pantalone #dottore #childe x male reader #dottore x male reader #pantalone x male reader #genshin impact

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thesadpilotclub · 2 years ago

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Ok so maybe a fic where ice and mav are married and raised rooster after his mother died young and no one knows until mav invites the team over for dinner and they find out cause ice is home and ice and mav are cooking with funny custom apron ons and there’s family photos everywhere even ones of young rooster

Okay, this premise does require a little more set up, so here's what I'm thinking:

Ice has been badgering Rooster to bring his new boyfriend, Hangman, over for dinner for months so he can finally meet him, but Rooster's kept putting it off. After one particularly hard mission for the team, Ice finally puts his foot down, demanding it.

But Rooster's nervous, because asking your partner to have dinner with your parents means a relationship's getting serious, and he doesn't want to scare Jake off. So instead, he panics and asks the whole team to come over.

Maverick thinks it's hilarious.

“Why didn’t you try to stop him?” Ice said, as they lay in bed that night.

"You said you wanted to meet his boyfriend, you didn't say he had to come alone." Maverick chuckled.

“Bradley’s going to pay for this.” Ice mumbled to himself.

The following night, when the team shows up at the house and is greeted by Admiral Iceman Kazansky, they’re convinced they have the wrong house. Rooster punked them.

“We are so sorry, Admiral, sir.” Phoenix said as they all began backing away from the door, preparing to flee.

“Actually, I have a very important mission I could use your help with.” Ice said.

“A mission, sir?” Hangman said.

“Yes. If Bradley’s going to have me making dinner for this many people, then I’m not doing it by myself. Come inside.” Ice motioned for them to follow him in, through the house, and to the kitchen. There, he became a commander, giving orders on who is doing what tasks and where.

“I’m not really much for cooking, Admiral.” Hangman said.

“Well, if you have any interest in continuing your relationship with Bradley, you’re going to do it now, and you’re going to do it well.” Ice said. “Do you understand me, Lieutenant?”

“Yes, sir.” Hangman said. He looked at the cucumber on the chopping block with dread. Last time he had to cut up a vegetable, he ripped up a bell pepper with his bare hands and threw it in to a skillet.

“Let me help you.” Bob said “I worked as a fry cook at my local diner in high school every summer. I’ll show you how to cut them properly. Let me handle the onion.” He tapped on the lens of his glasses. “I’ve got protection.”

“Hey, guys! How’s it going?” Maverick entered the kitchen with Rooster in tow. They didn’t get very far before Ice started whacking them with the dish cloth.

“You know you’re not allowed in her while I’m cooking. Out, now, both of you.” Ice said.

Maverick and Rooster shielded their heads as they retreated in to the dinning room.

“Why aren’t they allowed in?” Bob said.

“They graze on fresh produce, like goats.” Ice said.

“I thought it’s because Maverick would burn the house down.” Phoenix said.

“Actually, that’s more Bradley’s MO.” Ice said.

“Really?” Bob said.

“Once, when he was 13, Bradley tried to make baked potatoes, but forgot to poke holes in them.” Ice said. “So they started exploding and he panicked - emptying the contents of an entire fire extinguisher in to the oven.”

“Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!” Hangman sang as he chopped a pepper, properly this time.

Once dinner was finished and they all sat down to eat, there were a lot of questions to answer about Ice & Maverick’s ‘situation’. Both about their relationship and with inheriting Bradley.

“Was he a good kid?” Hangman asked. “We already heard the baked potato story.”

“Mostly.” Maverick said. “Got in to fights a lot. One time, he punched an admiral’s son square in the nose. That was not a fun trip to the principal’s office.”

“He said I had a stupid face and poured milk in my lap. What was I supposed to do?” Rooster said.

“I never said you were wrong.” Maverick said. “It’s just that I had an awful lot of drills to run the next day.”

“Then there was the time he snuck out and couldn’t get back in.” Ice looked at Rooster with a twisted grin.

“No. Please don’t.” Rooster said.

“No. Please do.” Hangman said.

“Yeah, let’s hear it.” Payback knocked on the table, excited.

Ice told the embarrassing stories of Bradley’s high school shenanigans as recompense for thwarting their dinner plans. But it turned out to be all in good fun, as the others volunteered stories about themselves too.

How Hangman had his license for 2 days before an armadillo had him driving his dad’s truck through the church’s welcome sign. How Payback jumped off a roof in to a lake he didn’t know had alligators in it. How Bob shook an industrial sized bottle of mustard too hard and it exploded all over the diner’s kitchen.

After dinner and a few glasses of wine, Ice pulled out the photo album. The first few pages were of just Goose, Carole, Bradley, & Maverick.

“What a fucking twink.” Hangman pointed at young Maverick and everyone laughed.

“You are one to talk, pretty boy.” Maverick turned the page. There was a handful of polaroids from an awkward phase in their lives. The 2 years between when Maverick adopted Bradley when he was 11 and when him & Ice became a serious couple.

“What the hell’s going on there?” Phoenix pointed to a photo of Maverick & Bradley.

“I wanted to be a mummy for Halloween.” Rooster said. “But we ran out of toilet paper halfway through wrapping me, so we used the ace bandages, and when we ran out of that, he just taped printer paper around my head.”

“You don’t look that bad.” Maverick said.

“I look like a burn victim who escaped from an office cubicle.” Rooster said.

“I was a single dad, doing my best.” Maverick said.

“One halloween, when I was little.” Phoenix said. “I wanted to be the Wicked Witch of The West, so my dad sharpied my face and hands green.”

“Alright,” Rooster turned back to Maverick. “Maybe you didn’t do so bad.”

#That's all I've got and I hope you like it #top gun #top gun maverick #icemav #hangster #jake hangman seresin #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #tom iceman kazansky #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #top gun fanfiction #mywriting

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maracujatangerine · 3 years ago

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23. Lost Property

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

Previous - Next

It felt like no more than a minute had passed. When Coriander opened its eyes again, the drawer was still open, but the cat had vacated the premises. Jaffa had probably left through the bedroom door which was slightly ajar.

The first rays of morning sun fell in through the window, making the ivy leaves shine verdant green. The pale sunlight and the brightening blue of the sky told Cory that it was still early.

Propped up near Cory’s head was the little teddy bear that it had found on the first night - it surely belonged to Colton, and Cory didn’t dare touch it. It was cute to look at, though, and Cory wanted to believe that it was a good sign, if Linden allowed his pet such a meaningless bit of kindness.

The pet relaxed a little bit; there was no alarm clock, no way to make sure that it would get up in time, and that had worried it. But now it was safe. Miss Lydia never got up this early, surely Colton’s master would still be fast asleep?

But the pet had barely had time to think the thought through when it heard the unmistakable sounds of steps downstairs. With dread like an aching lump of ice in its stomach, Coriander got dressed as quickly as possible. Colton’s green t-shirt and grey joggers were a bit on the large side, but a glance in the mirror while brushing down its unruly blonde hair showed the pet that it at least looked somewhat presentable. Cory slunk down to the kitchen with quiet haste.

“Hello Coriander.” Linden was dressed in soft brown trousers and a threadbare beige cardigan over a white t-shirt. His dark hair pulled back over one shoulder. He greeted the pet with a smile.

Without delay, Coriander went to kneel at Linden’s feet, making sure to be silent and graceful. With a lowered head, the pet said.

“T-this pet is so sorry. Apologies for disturbing you last night, Sir.” ‘Sir’, not ‘Master’, as Linden so rightly had corrected it.

“That is quite alright, Cory. Were you able to fall asleep afterwards?”

“Y-yes Sir. Thank you.“

That leniency was more than Cory had expected. But in line with how Linden had acted earlier… and with Colton saying that his owner was kind. Perhaps…

In the beginning, it had seemed unlikely that an owner could be as kind and gentle as Miss Lydia. For the longest time, Cory had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. To some extent, the pet still was.

But then, Miss Lydia’s friends had also been nice with it, friendly and generous and welcoming, even. Perhaps it wasn’t only Miss Lydia who could be capable of such kindness?

“Do you get nightmares often? Colton doesn’t seem to.”

He tried not to sound accusatory, but if even he was aware of how it could sound, chances were that that was exactly how Cory would receive it.

Coriander visibly flinched at the question, as if Linden had raised his hand to him.

“T-this pet is sorry, Sir.” Cory looked up from underneath his blonde bangs. “It… it happens frequently. But..” He swallowed. “But usually, this pet doesn’t scream. It will... it will try to do better.”

“That’s quite alright, I’m not angry with you. You couldn’t help waking me up, and I fell right back asleep afterwards. No harm done,” Linden said in his usual soft voice.

“Miss Lydia says the same thing, Sir. Thank you, Sir!” There was almost a smile in the pet’s grey eyes.

Linden gave him a sad smile in return. “I’m sorry to hear that you have bad dreams often, though.”

“M-most pets have nightmares, Sir. This pet… this pet has never known a pet that didn’t. I-it is a side effect of the training process.”

The blond pet started, and looked guiltily up at Linden.

“B-but perhaps Colton doesn’t have nightmares. If.. if you say so, Sir.”

The dark-haired man opened his mouth to reply, but just shook his head to himself instead.

“T-this pet would never dream of contradicting you…” Coriander began fearfully, but Linden interrupted him by lifting a hand. Obediently, Cory fell silent at once.

“I do wish that would work on Vik, sometimes.” Linden mumbled to himself. Out loud, he said. “Don’t be afraid, Cory. Please say whatever you think. I promise it’s okay.” When the blonde pet just kept his head submissively lowered, Linden cast about for another topic that seemed less threatening.

“You have nice dreams sometimes too, don’t you, Cory?” The pet nodded hesitantly. “I’m glad to hear it. Perhaps you could tell me about such a dream?”

Coriander straightened up. He didn’t look at Linden, suddenly, he seemed like he was a million miles away. The tone of his voice was clear and calm and distant.

“Sometimes,” he said, “I am dreaming that I am standing in a great cave. It is dark, but light falls down on me from somewhere high above. There is a sea of people, a weight on my shoulder and I am swaying with the music. It is as if each tone does not come from me but through me.” He paused for a moment, thoughtfully. “I feel like I am soaring.”

He shook himself and looked up at Linden. The far-away look in his eyes gone. “T-this pet is sorry, Sir. I-it has these peculiar turns sometimes. It-it will b-be more attentive.”

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#lydia and linden #lost property #pet whump #lydia and coriander #linden and colton #conditioned whumpee #rescue whump #recovery whump #whump fic #bbu #box boy #box boy whump #box boy multiverse #box boy universe #caretaker #pet whumpee #original writing

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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Chaos Family

{Authors note/PSA before we start, if someone's requests are closed please respect that. Before I last uploaded I was at 11 out of the 10 limit that I have and then I posted to bring it back down to 10, since then I have gotten four different requests, and there's nothing wrong with that it’s just really frustrating to me because it makes me feel like there is no way I’m going to catch up. FYI if you made a request between this post and the last one it will be a while until I can get to you.}

anon asks: “Could I please request a Karl x nick x Alex x fem!reader in which the boys come to pick up reader from her house but Philza is the one to open the door, leading Karl, nick, and Alex to be interrogated by the sleepy bois inc. crew? ( Reader is apart of the SBI family)”

sapnap x karl x quackity x fem!reader + sleepy boys x sibling!reader

trigger warnings: swearing, protective Phil, Tommy thinks he’s intimidating, Wilbur feels bad for threatening them, Techno saw this coming

premise: Nick, Karl, and Alex come to pick you up for a date, but you don’t get to the door before Phil, leaving your poor boyfriends to have a *chat* with your brothers and your father

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“(y/n), Dad want’s to know where you think we should order from.” Wilbur said, shoving open the door to your room.

You yelped in surprise, nearly dropping your hairbrush, “I don’t really care, I’m not gonna be here for dinner.”

“Why?” He asked, clearly confused as he watched you finish pulling your hair back.

“I’m going out.” You said simply.

“With who?”

“People.” You said dismissively.

Your brother looked at you quizzically, mimicking Philza, “mmhhhm.”

You glared back at him in the vanity mirror, “Yeah.”

He rolled his eyes, growing bored and wandering out.

You’d been seeing Karl, Nick and Alex, in relative secret for two weeks now, having gone on two or three dates, and you were starting to run out of excuses as to why you were spending so much time out.

As you started to do your makeup you listened to the sounds of Techno and Tommy arguing over restaurants to order from.

About 15 minutes later the arguing stopped as Tommy looked out the window, “Who the fuck is pulling into our driveway?”

“Watch your mouth.” Phil chided, smacking the back of his head.

“No I’m serious who is-” He squinted out the window again, “Why is Big Q here? And- and Karl and Sapnap?”

Techno’s brow furrowed, and he shoved Tommy out of the way to look, “Phil he’s right, they are uh, they’re here.”

Phil barley had time to think about it before there was a knock on the door.

He moved to open it, confused to see Karl, Alex and Nick, “Uh, Hello boys, what- uh what can I do for you?”

“Oh, is (y/n) not ready yet?” Nick asked.

“Ready for what?” Phil said skeptically.

“Maybe we’re early,” Karl muttered, glancing down before looking back up at Phil, and offering, “We’re gonna go see a movie and get some dinner. It’s our third date.”

Phil blinked, listening as from the kitchen Tommy choked on water and he hazarded, “A date?”

Alex nodded.

He blinked again before pushing the door open fully, “Uh- come in, come in. Is it a double date or?”

“Oh- uh, it’s with all of us.” Alex chuckled sheepishly, “If that makes sense.”

Phil nodded motioning for them to sit on the couch, before turning to his eldest son, “No yeah, Techno why don’t you go tell ya sister these guys are here.”

Techno nodded, understanding the tone of his words, and started to head up to your room, passing Tommy who was hurrying out clearly agitated.

“So what makes you lot think you can just go datin MY sister?” He practically demanded as he entered the living room.

Though Karl jumped a bit at the sudden noise, none of the boys were really intimidated as he paced back and forth in front of them.

Alex bit back a laugh, “Well I don’t think we necessarily had her family in mind.”

“So what were you thinking?” Phil asked, ever the protector of his family.

Nick cleared his throat awkwardly, lacing Alex’s fingers in his, “Gonna be honest sir, that is the weirdest way I’ve heard someone ask ‘what are your intentions with my daughter?’”

The man chuckled, “Well would you rather me ask that way?”

“I mean, I guess we just would like it if your daughter joined our relationship,” Karl spoke up for the first time since they had come inside, “she’s just a wonderful person, and we all like her a lot.”

Tommy started to as Tubbo would say ‘puff up to go agro’, “If there's already three of you why do you need (y/n)?”

Wilbur elbowed him, “Shut up Tommy.”

“It was just a question!”

Wilbur rolled his eyes as Tommy kept talking, “Listen, gents. If I allow you to date my sister, you’d be lucky, first of all, and if you ever did something to hurt her, emotionally or physically mind you, you’d be dead within the hour.”

Phil sighed, standing up as he heard you and Techno coming back down the stairs, “Excuse me for a second.”

You didn’t have time to come around the corner to the living room before Phil was grabbing your arm and pulling you off into the kitchen, only allowing you to catch a glimpse of the boys sitting on the couch, Tommy stalking back and forth in front of them.

“You said you were going out, you didn’t say you were going out on a date.” Phil crossed his arms, looking at you closely.

You giggled nervously, “Surprise?”

“And with three boys?”

“I really like them, and they seem to like me and-” You would’ve kept rambling but Phil cut you off.

“Are they nice? Are they good people?”

You nodded, “The nicest. They really make me happy Phil.”

He smiled, “That’s all I needed to know. Let’s go rescue those boys from Tommy then.”

~~ A few minutes later, with one final threat from Tommy you were heading out the door and to the car, apologizing to your boyfriends about the whole situation.

“They really are ridiculous. I’m sorry.” You said again.

“It’s alright, I could take Tommy in a fight.” Nick said, taking his hands off the wheel just long enough to make loose fists.

“He really is a weird kid,” Alex laughed, “Whole weird family.”

“If it makes you feel better I’m adopted,” You quipped, “Though all of us are, I’m just the most recent.”

Karl smiled, taking your hand in his, “It’s nice that they care about you so much.”

“Yeah, it is.” You agreed.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #sleepy bois x reader #teddy06 writes

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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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I would for sure read a continuation of the birth photographer fic if you feel comfortable writing it/have time! Xx

a/n sorry I kinda combined these two together, I hope this is okay!! sorry ive taken so long too!! my requests are still open, just going a bit slowly :)

summary: literally just birth + harry

dad!tom x reader

warnings: childbirth, mentions of fainting, squint for suggestiveness too

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“Your doing so good darling, just keep breathin’ like that for me, in-out-in-out”

That had pretty much been the soundtrack to your last 3 hours. And yes it was MORE annoying than it sounds. Of course, that’s also ignoring the insane amount of pain your uterus was putting you through - as it spasmed while the little bug in there was wriggling away. Giving birth was not easy but giving birth with a husband-turned-midwife wittering away in your ear? Un-fucking-bearable.

“Tom…. I love you but..” Everything had really been starting to ramp up in the last half an hour, you were a panting sweaty mess now. “Please… SHUT THE FUCK UP” Tom would’ve recoiled completely away from the bed because of your tone, if it wasn’t for the absolute death grip you had his right hand in. Instead, Tom settled for straightening straight up and staring helplessly and dejectedly across the room at his brother - who of course was trying to hold back laughter, knowing it would be very easy for you to switch your target to him.

Clearly it wasn’t a social call to the hospital, Harry was here under the premise of taking photos when the baby arrives for Tom; but really to stop his brother from having his own breakdown - as commissioned by you. Lets just say, however scared and mortified Harry was of this ‘event’ he was taking a lot of enjoyment from how his brother was acting currently.

“It’s okay sir, if you were pushing a watermelon out of hole that normally was the size of a whiteboard marker, I’m sure you’d be a bit tetchy too.” That lady was your favourite midwife and in a lull between the sets of contractions, you actually managed a laugh. Wide-eyed, Tom just nodded jerkily, murmuring some sort of agreement. It was at this point a flash of light reverberated around the whole room, causing you to breathlessly laugh, Harry’s face informing you the picture he just got of Tom was priceless.

The laughter didn’t last long though, the next contraction had you bearing down on the bed, face contorted in pain as you sucked desperately on the gas and air tube.

“Okay Y/n I think we might be getting there, let me call the senior midwifes in okay?” The midwife had your legs hiked apart, a blanket attempting to cover your modesty - but at this point she was basically sticking her face in your noon. Modesty was out the window.

“Already?” Tom was shocked to say the least, from all his reading and research he’d learnt that the average labour time was more like 5 hours. Lets just say, Tom never exceled in school, never much enjoyed reading - which made the hours of highlighting baby books and pregnancy leaflets all the more extraordinary.

“Babies don’t stick to the script sir.” You could tell she was proud of the pun there, because you know, Tom’s a moviestar. “Professional improvisers, the lot of them.”

The cream walls of the hospital room very quickly filled with more and more people - Harry staying like a fly on the wall, now nervously biting his nails as he watched an obscene amount of medical people all take their turn oggling his sister-in-law’s bits. This was a weird ass situation.

Almost immediately it was at the point the midwifes were telling you to push, which after 9 months of holding a baby in (as well as your ill functioning bladder) sounded like an absolute dream. But it was also absolutely terrifying and exciting and horrifying all wrapped in one. Naturally then, after nodding hesitantly at the midwife between your legs, you’d craned your neck across to tom .You might’ve just told him off, for trying to encourage you, but now? You needed his encouragement.

What met you though, was his face completely drained of colour, mouth hanging slightly open as he hadn’t moved - still staring intently at the midwife. She followed your gaze, only taking half a second to survey the situation before knowingly smiling.

“Can we get a bit of help for dad please?” Immediately one of the more junior looking midwives was directing (pushing) Tom into the chair next to the floor. Suddenly actually concerned, you looked with wide eyes to the lady between your legs, who you felt bad for not remembering her name. With a comforting squeeze of your ankle she reassured you he’d be right as rain after a few moments of having his head between his knees. Also sensing you needed your support, she arched up, beckoning over to Harry who had an equally bemused look on his face.

“No - I-um I’m not.” His squeaking protests were interrupted by a large scream on your part, as another contraction tore through your body. Helplessly Harry glanced between Tom, who was still hunched over on a chair with a nurse squatted infront of him; and you, writhing around on the mechanical bed. He didn’t hesitate then, in jumping right to your side, allowing you to start crushing all the bones in his hand too.

And then it was all happening, a blur of activity and screams. It didnt take long for Tom to pull himself together and then you were flanked on both sides by Holland boys - both giving cheesy encouraging words (which you would’ve again told them to shut the fuck up for, if you’d been able to), Tom also stroking the top of your head. He found it pretty impossible, watching the woman that he loved go through such immense pain - especially when he was technically half the cause. Well… actually more that that, it had been him who had been… well shall we say *needy* those nine months ago.

“Okay Y/n the heads crowning, I know you’re tired but we need a few more big pushes, can you do that for me?”

Merely 5 minutes later and the most beautiful sound in the world echoed through the 4 creams walls. You were absolutely spent, eyes closed as you panted, knowing tears were flooding down your face too. Immediately though, familiar hands cupped both sides of your face, a forehead resting on yours.

“You did it Y/n/n.” His eyes were glassy, watering and red and the way he scoffed a smile in disbelief had you mirroring him exactly.

“We did it.” Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from all the yells of pain but it didnt matter. The midwife calling you by the name ‘mum and dad’ got both of your attention, a title you’d no doubt start getting used to.

“Meet your beautiful baby girl.” Another choked sob escaped your throat, as this little roughly wrapped up pink alien looking thing was placed onto your chest. Both you and Tom just gazed at her, completely transfixed at the way she wriggled her head slightly, nuzzling into your chest. Tom gently hovered his palm against her little head, while you pressed down the blanket gently, just so you could see all her features.

Then a flash echoed around the otherwise silent room, making you all look up to Harry who was gritting his teeth in apology. “Do mum and dad want to smile for the camera?” The question was posed so hesitantly and quietly, really it wasn’t funny either. That didn’t stop you and Tom both pulling out the biggest grins and chuckling away, allowing Harry to capture the perfect moment. Being referred to as mum and dad - it was bloody comical.

“You gonna tell me her name now?” You looked from Harry to Tom, nodding in approval for him to spill the beans.

“Amber. She’s Amber.”

You’d squabbled for months before ending on Amber. It had been a long relentless process, Tom claiming that your baby might just have ended up as ‘as yet untitled’ which you and your hormonal state had stormed out at. It hadn’t taken much to forgive it though, Tom had long since worked out that Ben and Jerrys was the way to your heart.

The nurses took Amber back to do some tests, properly cleaning both you and her up and after that everything was weirdly calm. Harry had left to give the twothree of you a moment alone and Tom was about to do his turn of skin to skin.

“This really is it isn’t it?” He murmured, whilst carefully scooping Amber from your arms.

“Mhmmm… your stuck with two girls who’ll go psycho on you without a moments notice.” He seemed to accept it though, just nodding in response.

“And I still can’t bloody wait.” His eyes penetrating deep into you, had you blushing like a nervous teenage girl. “ ‘m still so proud of you, you grew this little human.”

“Your not allowed to call her little because you didnt have the ‘little’ thing rip your insides apart.”

“Hey! I’m upset about it too! Was like I had to watch my favourite pub being burnt down.” Of course, trust Tom to make a dirty joke at a time like this.

“Don’t kid yourself, you weren’t watching, too busy fainting.”

“I didn’t actually faint!” This time he protested a bit too loudly, causing Amber to mewl a little and bury her head into the crook of her Dads arm. “I think Ambers just told you to shut it too.”

“You annoy the hell out of…” Your grumbling was interrupted by an impressive, ear-splitting yawn. “ You annoy the hell out of me.”

“But you love me?” He sing-songed, now back to a hushed tone.

“I hope so, otherwise we’re in a bit of trouble.” He scoffed, but nodded his head, taking the hand that wasn’t cradling Amber to tuck some sweaty, knotted strands of hair behind your ear.

“I do owe Harry though, he was at least able to stay on his feet.”

“He was a better birthing partner than you too, much much less condescending and annoying.” You sniggered, making Tom pout once again, only wiping the look off his face when you yawned again, rubbing an your eye like a toddler would.

“If your done insulting me… get some rest love, I got you.” All you did was nod, with a small groan (because below your waist still hurt like a bitch) rolled over so you could fall asleep to sight of the two of them.

“Got you both, my two beautiful girls.”

hope you enjoyed, would love to hear any thoughts <3

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fallingforunrealisticromance · 3 years ago

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Time to heal - Avengers x reader

A/N: Slight bucky x reader paring. More marvel fics??

Word Count: 1474

Warnings: Swearing

***= time skip

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You ran to the top of the building, hoping to shake the Hydra agents that were chasing you. Noticing a door that led out onto the roof, you bashed it open before promptly turning around trying to barricade it.

“Um hi?” A nervous voice called from behind you.

Spinning round yet again, your eyes fell upon a – boy you were assuming, due to the voice – dressed in a blue and red suit.

“Hey” You responded, scanning the roof for a way out.

“Are you a bad guy?” The boy asked, moving awkwardly towards you.

You smirked. “Depends what side you’re on”

You went over to the edge and looked at the ground. Not too far, only about a hundred-foot drop. Brilliant.

“Well, I- if you’re with those guys in the black suits, I’m gonna have to take you down because Mr stark would be kinda annoyed if I let you g-“

“Wait did you say stark? As in tony stark?” You asked cutting him off.

The boy nodded. Smiling to yourself you climbed up onto the ledge.

“How old are you kid?”

“Fifteen” He replied, looking rather concerned.

You nodded. “Well, I’ve loved our little chat but I’m afraid I’ve got to cut it short. Got a flight to catch. See you around.”

And with that, you leant back allowing gravity to take hold. Natasha broke through the door, tumbling next to peter just as you fell.

“I- I don’t- She just jumped.” Peter said frantically.

“Yeah.” Nat panted. “She does that.”

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Meanwhile as you were falling, you felt two strong metal arms grab a hold of you and fly off.

“Good timing, you’re getting better stark.” You quipped.

“Shut up until we’re at the compound.” He barked back at you.

You just smiled to yourself and enjoyed the ride.

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Soon enough your feet touched the ground at the Avengers compound.

“Right so can I talk now?” You questioned, grinning at tony.

“Get inside.” He replied sharply.

You rolled your eyes but followed him inside, nonetheless. He led you to an open planned, conference-looking room. In which contained the majority of the avengers, all littered across the room.

“Hey what’s up guys! Nat, Steve looking good as always.” You said, prompting an eye roll from the super solider. “Oh hey, you’re the roof kid right?” You pointed to a startled looking Peter.

“Um yeah. My names-“

“Unimportant” Tony cut him off.

You rolled your eyes. “Come on fly boy, let the kid speak. It’s not like I’m gonna hurt him.”

Tony scoffed at your comment but didn’t reply.

“Peter. My names Peter”

You nodded. “Nice to meet you peter. I’m-“

“A pain in the ass” An all too familiar voice said from behind you. You smiled to yourself, before turning around.

“Says you Barnes. Haven’t you ‘died’ like twice already?”

“Last time I checked one of those times was due to you getting distracted.” He said walking towards you, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“It’s not my fault the guard was attractive.”

“He was trying to shoot you.”

“Well, I’ve never been apposed to an enemies to lovers arc”

He chuckled at your words before placing his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around him, settling your head in the crook of his neck.

“It’s good to see you doll” Bucky whispered.

You hummed in response. Bucky and you had been entirely platonic but there was always a strong love for each other, considering everything you’d been through together by Hydra. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to be something more to him, but your lives were too unstable to try and maintain a relationship. Sam coughed awkwardly causing you to pull away from Bucky. Tony had a face like thunder slapped on him.

“So, what are you doing here?” Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

There was a tense atmosphere in the room as they all stared you down.

“Well, I was being chased, ended up on a roof top and you know me capsicle – I never can resist hurling myself off a tall building. So, I did just that and tin can man over there” You gestured to a rather pissed off looking tony. “Caught me and brought me here.”

No one said anything, just swapped looks. After a moment Sam spoke up.

“Why were you even there? How did you know a raid was happening?”

“You do know you guys aren’t the only ones who track this kind of stuff right?” You replied, throwing yourself into a seat next to Peter. “I’ve got to do something to keep myself busy.”

“Well maybe if you hadn’t just got up and left the team without any notice, thanks for that by the way, we could’ve kept you busy” Tony shot.

You spun round, visibly annoyed. “Oh yeah because I chose to leave didn’t I” You retorted sarcastically.

“No one forced you to leave” He grumbled.

You stared at him, not able to believe what you were hearing. You figured after everything he’d put you through, he’d have the decency to stop lying about it. You could feel yourself getting more worked up by the second.

“You know what I shouldn’t have come here.” You got up and made your way towards the door.

Just as you were about to leave, you turned back to face Tony. “You know, next time you arrange for someone to be dragged from their room kicking and screaming in the middle of the night to then be put through a shit ton of pain for months, at least have the fucking balls to admit it.”

And with that you stormed out, leaving the avengers utterly baffled.

“The fuck did she mean by that stark?” Bucky asked, tensing up.

“I don’t know” He called back defensively. “F.R.I.D.A.Y where’s y/n got to?”

Peter looked around confused. “Y/n?”

“That’s her name Pete” Nat said, patting his shoulder.

“Miss y/l/n is almost out of the premises sir.” Tony jumped up.

“What are you-“ Steve was cut off by tony running out of the room and down the halls.

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You wiped away a few tears of anger as you headed towards the gate. You couldn’t understand why Tony would do this to you.

“Y/N!!” You heard tony calling after you. “Y/n wait please” He ran to catch up with you. “Y/n” He grabbed your arm causing you to face him.

“What tony? What could you possibly want?” You yelled, pulling your arm from his grip.

“What were you on about just now? About me arranging for you to be taken?” He asked desperately.

You laughed at him. “Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m on about Stark.”

“I’m not! I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re on about.” He yelled helplessly.

You stared at him, trying to work out if he was lying or not. “Your being serious? You don’t know?” You asked, trying to calm yourself down.

“None of us do doll.” You looked behind him to see Bucky and the others walking towards you, looking as equally confused. “But they told me. They told me every fucking day. They said you paid them” You ran your fingers through your hair, tears threatening to spill yet again.

Your head was spinning. You’d spent so long resenting tony, only to find out he had nothing to do with it?

“Who y/n?” Bucky asked, coming closer to you.

“The fucking Hydra agents Buck.” You yelled throwing your hands in the air. “They found me again. They tortured me for months over and over again. They told me stark paid them, that he wanted me gone.”

You were practically sobbing by now. Bucky’s heart broke for you. He’d searched for you when you left but after a while, he’d assumed you had run away as did the rest of the team. Knowing what he did now, he felt sick knowing he could’ve helped you.

“Come here.” He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as you cried into his chest.

He glanced over at Tony, who looked just a destroyed as he felt. Bucky stroked your hair as he whispered sweet nothings to you, trying to calm you down. After a while, you managed to slow your breathing and pulled away from Bucky. You wiped your face before facing the team again.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry.” Tony breathed.

Even if it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. You nodded.

“I know.” You replied, your voice barely above a whisper. This wasn’t something that you’d be able to get over quickly. It would take a while for them to earn back your trust, and they knew that.

“So” You started. “Can I move back in?” You looked hopefully at them.

Steve beamed at you. “Of course.”

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whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst · 3 years ago

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Texts from the Lost Tomb part 6.1

🎶 Back on the bullshit I never got off🎶

Is this another unnecessary story arc?? With three sections??

Yes.

Wushanju Crew Chat

Wang Meng: You know, I’m someone who appreciates consistency in my day. My life is pleasant, very few issues indeed if you ignore the big ones. And yet. Yet here we are. With unresolved messes at the end of a day.

Wang Pangzi: SOMETHIN YOU NEED TO SAY MARY POPPINS

Wang Meng: We need to talk about Huo Daofu and the glittery bead curtain.

Wang Pangzi: MY FAVE TEEN WIZARD SERIES

Wu Xie: did you turn on that suggested word thingy lol

What glittery bead curtain

Wang Meng: I closed the shop at 6:00pm this evening on the dot. I locked all of the doors in and out of the shop very carefully, especially in light of recent events. The hall leading to the back office was empty. I filed the day’s paperwork, updated and sent emails, and then spent an extra hour organizing receipts and dusting. When I came back out, there were glittery iridescent bead curtains over the front entrance to the shop.

What could this mean?

Wu Xie: uh that you need to spend less time at work?

Wang Pangzi: LOOKS LIKE WE GOT ONE FOR THE DETECTIVES. THE MYSTERY OF THE BEDAZZLED THRESHOLD COMMENCES

Wu Xie: I think we can be relatively secure in thinking a glittery bead curtain isn’t a hostile threat

Wang Pangzi: SAYS YOU

I REMEMBER YE OLDE EXPLORATION TIMES HOW FAST THINGS GOT FURIOUS

BEANBAG CHAIRS SET AFLAME AND LEFT ON DOORSTEPS AS A WARNING

GLITTERBOMBS FOR DAYS

PANIC AT THE DISCO

Wang Meng: Ugh, forget it. I should have just taken them down, regardless of who they belong to.

Zhang Qiling: They are not mine.

Wang Pangzi: A BOLD STATEMENT COMING FROM OUR PRIME SUSPECT

SOMEONE QUICK GO DRAW CHALK AROUND THE DOORWAY TO MARK THE SCENE OF THE CRIME

Wang Meng: Do we know anyone who *would* sneak in and put those up? For whatever reason, legal or not? Even as a joke?

Wang Pangzi: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING WHETHER WE KNOW ANYONE WHO IS CHAOTIC, AN OUTLAW, A PRANKSTER AND/OR SNEAKS INTO PLACES

BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN OUR SUSPECT LIST IS LITERALLY EVERYONE WE KNOW EXCEPT FOR YOU.

Wu Xie: okay let’s think about this; for starters, I didn’t break into my own shop

Wang Meng: You would be in danger of doing some work in the process, that’s true.

Wang Pangzi: LOL

Wu Xie: ANYWAY let’s keep going. For example, Xiao Ge would only break in somewhere for a good reason. Xiao Ge, did you do this?

Zhang Qiling: No.

Wu Xie: okay who’s next

Wang Pangzi: YOU REALLY MISSED YOUR CALLING IN INTERROGATION TIANZHEN

REALLY PUT THE SCREWS TO HIM

IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE;)

Zhang Qiling: How can we be certain *you* didn’t do it?

Wang Meng: Admittedly that was my guess, too.

Wang Pangzi: WOW I SEE HOW IT IS

BLAME PANGZI AS USUAL

ANYWAY HOW DOES HUO DAOFU FIT INTO THIS

Wu Xie: Oh yeah him! Oops I got distracted

Wang Pangzi: UR ENTIRE HISTORY IN A NUTSHELL

Wu Xie: Ugh fuck off

Wang Meng what abt Huo Daofu??

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wu Xie: oh sorry xiaoge I didn’t realize you wouldn’t have spent much time around him last year

He and I go way back

Zhang Qiling: Way back where?

Babysitters Club Chat

Wang Pangzi: I CANNOT BELIEVE HE IS BUYING YOUR INNOCENT ACT

IF YOU EVER TURN TO EVIL WE ARE FUCKED

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO HUO DAOFU IS

YOU WERE EXTREMELY POLITE AND BORDERLINE FRIENDLY TOWARDS HIM

Zhang Qiling: I wanted him to feel welcome. I wanted to be sure he understands he has a place here. A specific place.

Wang Pangzi: FOR A SILENT GUY YOU ARE A MASTER AT SUBTLE POWER PLAYS IM ALL TINGLY

LMAO THE IDEA OF WU XIE LEAVING YOU FOR HUO DAOFU IS HILARIOUS AND ALSO NOPE

Zhang Qiling: Rationally, I understand that.

Main Chat

Wang Meng: Huo Daofu is coming for the weekend—didn’t Wu Xie tell you? Wu Xie asked me to check in a week ahead so we could start getting ready for his arrival

Wu Xie: oh yeah I did do that

Wang Meng: Fortunately I know you and so I already went ahead and took care of everything.

Re: the trip

He made a deal with Wu Xie’s doctor that he would do periodic checkups on him here at Wushanju

Bc Wu Xie hates being in the hospital

And frankly the hospital hates him too

Wang Pangzi: FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT LOL

I FORGOT HUO DAOFU WAS DOING THAT

A VERY CHIVALROUS GESTURE

WOULDNT YOU SAY

XIOAGE

Zhang Qiling: Is it safe for him to be here with a criminal loose on the premises?

Wu Xie: Right, back to the curtain! Let’s focus on the curtain, hmm?

Wang Pangzi: I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS WEEKEND.

ALSO WE CAN RULE OUT XIAO BAI FOR THE CURTAIN SHE JUST SENT A SELFIE FROM NORWAY COVERED IN GREEN SLIME WITH ZERO CONTEXT, UR PROTEGE INDEED

Wu Xie: okay but who else would do something so oddly charming yet illegal and—wait.

Snake Eyes Chat

Wu Xie: hey, Glasses hasn’t been in touch lately right?

Li Cu: uh nope

Unless u count the outdated memes

Why, is money or Xie Yuchen missing

Or is this curtain related, I saw Wang Meng’s tweet

Wu Xie: haha no nothing to worry about really

(I mean maybe? but who knows)

Wang Meng is probably just getting a little paranoid in his old age

Li Cu: better than getting reckless and stupid as hell in ur old age

Wu Xie: …hey:(

Unknown Number: Li Cu, we discussed this.

Wu Xie: ????????

Li Cu: *sigh* fine, reckless and stupid as heck

Unknown Number: …close enough.

Wu Xie: EXCUSE who is that

Madame, Sir, Non-Binary Tree Spirit, etc—whomst the fuck

Are you

Li Cu is underage FYI

So Im staying on this chat

Li Cu: okay first of all, it’s not like that

Second of all I’m literally not underage I s2g

u threw the embarrassing surprise bday party, okay so u should remember

And C, that’s my counselor and I invited her. She wanted to meet u and I knew u wouldn’t agree to a visit so I added her to our chat

we have been discussing u

Wu Xie: Oh wow!!!!!!!

What a surprise:)

hi so nice to meet you:)

Main Chat:

Wu Xie: RED FUCKING ALERT

FUCK THE CURTAIN FUCK THE VISIT

IVE BEEN TRICKED INTO FAMILY THERAPY BY A SMUG TEENAGER WHO TEXTS UNKNOWN NUMBERS

Wang Meng: I assume that means something to someone here?

Not my problem? Good.

Wang Pangzi: AHAHAHA GOD I LOVE LI CU

HES LIKE ADORABLE KARMA FOR ALL THE SHIT YOUVE PUT ME THROUGH

IM RAISING HIS ALLOWANCE

Wu Xie: wait i give him an allowance

has he been collecting on two allowances??

Zhang Qiling: Three. I knew about both of yours.

Snake Eyes Chat

Wu Xie: so uh may I ask your name?

Unknown Number: you can call me Ms. Lee.

Now, if you’re comfortable talking in this format, why don’t you tell me how things have been going?

Wu Xie: oh everything is normal and fine and safe as usual, why do you ask:)

Li Cu: I heard about ur necklace thing. nice of you to NOT mention it.

another dangerous adventure. again. prick.

Ur lucky your cool boyfriend cares about you so much or you’d have already died like ten years ago

Wu Xie: lol try twenty years ago

Li Cu: That isn’t funny.

Unknown Number: …What?

Wu Xie: shit ur right, okay that was a bit glib, my apologies.

…I use humor as a coping mechanism?

Unknown Number: and Li Cu, how do you feel about that?

Li Cu: he doesn’t even know what that phrase means

He doesn’t cope, like ever

In fact

It’s kind of why we met

Which is a funny story in retrospect tbh

Wu Xie: haha what are you talking about sweetie hahaha need I remind you of certain anecdotes that could idk send me to jail maybe lmao

Unknown Number: …You know, perhaps an in-person meeting might be more effective?

Wu Xie: haha such a nice idea but why

Main Chat

Wu Xie: If I go to jail, I’ll have to create alliances for protection, right, that’s how it works on tv

Who do we know who spends time in jail

Other than Hei Yangjing, he’s only ever there for like 12 hours and i suspect he just gets himself arrested bc he enjoys the breaking out process

Also how’s the curtain case coming along

Zhang Qiling: Has someone threatened you?

Wu Xie: well not yet but soon I’m sure

Wang Pangzi: WHERE WAS THIS PARANOIA WHEN WE GOT TAKEN TO THE TEA HOUSE HUH

Snake Eyes Minus Your Fucking Therapist Chat

Li Cu: okay how tf did u pull off spy and undercover shit

u are sus as hell

Wu Xie: damn son is it pick on Wu Xie night

I missed the flyers or I would’ve invited my uncles

Also re: the curtain it’s been mostly solved

Li Cu: I’m not your son, idiot.

Wu Xie: …oh. Sorry, sorry, you’re right, bad choice of words, haha

Forget i said anything

Delete this chat even

Li Cu: shit I meant

Legally, biologically, I meant—

shit

…I turn into an asshole as a coping mechanism?

Wu Xie: oh that’s all okay! I have to go do something else now let me know if you need anything okay kid thanks!

Li Cu: goddamn it calm down who’s the kid here

lemme organize my thoughts so I can articulate my emotions fuckin healthily or w/e

Ugh maybe for like one afternoon we could go to Ms. Lee together? She knows how to word stuff

Wu Xie: uh…okay.

Li Cu: Anyway you don’t need to worry abt jail

As if you would survive prison for one day you’d piss off half the place in like an hour or less

I gave Ms. Lee the heavily edited version of the desert highway to hell roadtrip and i discussed it more in terms of like “nightmarish but still wouldn’t take any of it back”

Well maybe the sand

that shit was everywhere

Wu Xie: oh kiddo. It’s fine, really…You don’t have to explain yourself to me.

Li Cu: no, no it’s just

I do technically have a dad

who is an asshole. Being a son doesn’t really mean shit to me bc it sucked.

So you need to stop backing down just cuz ur guilty abt stuff. I’m really really glad ur not my dad in a good way. Do u get what I mean there

Where’s the mafia widower I followed into hell, huh

Wu Xie: Ur a good kid, despite my influence. I’m really glad you have someone to talk to after everything I…after everything. Wow this talking through feelings thing is kind of weird but nice ur right

Jfc no wonder it took me and xiaoge so long to—you know what, we won’t get into that

Li Cu: ew tmi

Also re: this week’s recent necklace fuckery

I moved my stuff here, I live here now

So you can’t die anymore

Or else…Idk I don’t have a threat planned

anyways abt the curtain

Wu Xie: oh my god, kid…kid you have no idea

I am in tears.

Li Cu: see this is why I can’t be nice to you I can sense the hallmark channel from here

Ugh don’t be sad in ur room that’s dumb

Go hug Pangzi or something

Maybe delete this chat

Or the curtain thing

Focus on the curtain thing

Just stfu and go away

Wu Xie: <3 screenshotting this <3

Li Cu: I take back everything I said. This is why Xiao Ge sleeps on the roof. I hope the ghosts of the Wangs put up that curtain to strangle you somehow. Go die in a stupid way, it’ll suit you.

Wu Xie: lol don’t worry I’m not gonna embarrass you with it or anything

Main Chat

Wu Xie: omg guys look how cute my kid is *sending screenshot*

Wang Pangzi: I MEAN

HE IS WISHING YOU DEATH

BUT SURE

CUTE I GUESS

Wu Xie: no but read the whole thing:):):)

Zhang Qiling: It is indeed very hard to remain angry with you. And you are welcome to join me on the roof.

Wang Pangzi: UH NOPE

NOT WHENI HAD TO BLEACH THE COUNTER IN THE KITCHEN

DONT TRAUMATIZE THE EARLY BIRDS THEYRE ALREADY FREAKED OUT BY U YA HOODIE CRYPTID

Wu Xie: ok true but babe ur like a sexy cryptid

Wang Meng: so, are we just accepting that there is a glittery curtain of unknown origin, and Huo Daofu is going to have to see it while he’s waiting for you at Wushanju bc you’re going to family therapy?

Wu Xie: right

Wang Pangzi: SHOULDA TAKEN EARLY RETIREMENT HUH

Wang Meng: I’m going to go dust something.

Unnamed Chat:

Unknown number: so the curtain…

Unknown number 2: yep, not my best work but I kinda panicked last minute u know

Unknown number: what is in the water at Wushanju that makes everyone dumb and attractive

Unknown number 2: relax they’ll figure it out

#ultimate note #whomst #wu xie #dmbj #the lost tomb #pingxie #iron triangle

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mostlycompetentwriter · 4 years ago

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Pacemaker

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Bang Chan (SKZ)

Warnings: Let me be clear: this is a very dark narrative. I have lots of warnings for my readers, including explicit smut, vulgar language, toxic relationships, voyeurism, choking, sadism, smoking, and drinking.

Word Count: 8.2K

Genre: Sugar Daddy AU; Established Relationship

Summary: Y/N had made a lot of bad decisions throughout her life, but signing up for that stupid Sugar Daddy website? The worst of them all.

A/N: The title makes more sense in the end, but I can tell you that pacemaker’s are used to control arrhythmia's - and Seungmin might just function that way for the reader! Also, I’m really sorry for making Chan such an asshole.

Seungmin was a good best friend, even if he was determined to ruin his lungs with expensive cancer sticks.

I had once tried to help him break the bad habit - stealing the cigarette boxes that he bought from the store and tossing them into the trash. But Seungmin made it rather difficult to break his addiction, and when I found him digging through the trash one evening, trembling fingers bringing the lighter up to his lips, I stopped trying to help him. And it might seem like a shitty thing for a best friend to abandon, but I was really tired of seeing my efforts die in vain when Seungmin made it loud and clear that he wasn’t willing to relent.

However, I was probably the worst person in the world to preach against his vices, especially when mine were far more consequential. Ironically, if I was to compare our biggest slights, then I might find a lot of similarities between our horrible habits. For instance, we were both prisoners to something toxic, and it was hard to push out those dark shadows when they had already snuffed out most of the light.

But at least Seungmin still had some control over his autonomy whereas I had allowed a single man to dictate every aspect of my existence. He decided the clothes that I would wear to his fancy office, and the things that I was allowed to do to my own person. He enacted so many rules that I could barely keep up with them, and he frequently reminded me that I was supposed to comply with whatever he demanded because I signed a foolish contract.

In the end, it was my fault for becoming so involved, but I could always rely on Seungmin for companionship when I felt another bout of existential dread. Because Seungmin was a good listener, and he made an effort to understand my problems even when he didn’t agree with my decisions. It was one of the things that I liked most about him, and I watched him with indifferent eyes as he stomped out his cigarette against the sidewalk.

Thereafter, his breath vaporized against the frigid air, and it was the only reminder that it was cold because my body had already grown numb to the sensation. “What happened this time?” Seungmin asked, raising a brow in question.

It was a deceivingly simple question because there was no straightforward answer that I could offer him in response. Instead, I shrugged while trying to collect my thoughts. Because I still wasn’t really sure how I felt about my latest rendezvous with him, but I knew for certain that it had affected me more than the other times.

“It was different,” I replied, and Seungmin nodded.

“Did he hurt you?” Seungmin asked.

“Yes, but not the kind of hurt that you’re thinking about,” I said.

“Well, that’s still fucked up,” Seungmin said. “Tell me everything.”

Oh, but there was so much to tell him, and my mind instantly brought me back to the very beginning when I signed my name on a contract that promised so much only to deliver nothing but pain.

Six Months Ago

The worst decision of my life was predicated on my desperation for cash, and I was almost at the point where I would do anything to see another zero on my bank statement.

When I first moved to California, I had a lot of big dreams, and I was so excited to secure a scholarship to a highly-accredited University. It seemed that the world was finally on my side, and I left my home on the east coast to start a new life with more opportunities. Everything was going according to plan, and there was nothing preventing my success.

Except for me, of course.

And it happened during the events of a single evening when I decided to attend a fraternity party on campus that my roommate recommended. The music was loud, the alcohol was unlimited, and any prior inhibitions had been thrown out the window much to my own detriment. I forgot all about my responsibilities, and I made one careless decision after another until I ended up in bed with a stranger.

I don’t even remember his name, but he was just one of the students who got busted by the police that night. Apparently, someone next door ratted us out, and they discovered a bunch of under-age students drinking alcohol without any supervision, including myself. But when the University found out, my scholarship was taken away, and my parents refused to send me extra money for tuition because they were determined to bring me back home.

But I wasn’t about to let one night ruin everything, and it was my roommate’s idea to suggest the stupid website. “It’s like a Sugar Daddy thing,” my roommate giggled. “All you have to do is sign-up, and then they’ll email you if there’s any interest.”

“Interest?”

“Well, they’ll probably want something from you in exchange for money.”

“How much money?”

“I guess that’s up to you to decide.”

Tragically, I was too desperate to consider the consequences, and I signed up without even thinking about the potential for disaster. And within a week, I got several emails from old misers offering me loads of cash in exchange for services that ranged from a private escort request to more explicit favors. But none of them stood out to me, especially in comparison to the young CEO who claimed to only be 28-years-old, but I could hardly believe his profile.

Still, I decided to entertain him, and I organized a meeting at a neutral location just in case anything funny happened. But I was still shocked to see the same man from the pictures waiting for me inside the coffee shop. And he was just as handsome as he appeared online: long, curly blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and a broad smile that took my breath away.

“Y/N?” he asked when I cautiously approached the table.

“Mr. Bang Chan?” I returned, and he laughed while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal strong, muscular arms.

“That’s me,” he said. “You can sit down if you want.”

“Of course,” I said, feeling rather foolish after standing there for so long. “I’m sorry, but I was really surprised because I honestly thought you might by lying about your age.”

“Why would you think that?” he asked, and I easily detected an accent carrying his words.

“Uh, considering the circumstances,” I said with a wince. “I feel like you could have any woman you want.”

“Oh?” Chan asked while raising one brow suggestively. “Maybe I just want you.”

“R-really?” I stuttered while wondering if I had made a good decision when I wore a skirt that afternoon. “You can probably tell that I’ve never done this before.”

“That’s alright,” Chan reassured me. “I don’t have much experience either.”

It seemed too good to be true - like there wasn’t any logical explanation for why this incredibly sexy businessman had signed up for some Sugar Daddy website when all he had to do was blink in my direction and I was already falling for him hard. “So, I guess you expect something from me.”

“I like how you do business,” Chan remarked. “We can skip all the formalities, then?”

“If you want,” I said, still feeling a bit sheepish as I glanced down at the table.

“From you, Y/N,” Chan continued. “I want a partner.”

“In what sense?” I asked. “Are you talking about something...sexual?”

“I’d really like that,” Chan said with a seductive smile. “But only if you’re interested.”

“Definitely,” I quickly agreed, throwing all caution to the wind as I surrendered to his ridiculous charisma.

“In return, you can have whatever you want,” Chan said. “Money isn’t an issue for me.”

“I really just need money for my tuition.”

“Is that all?” Chan scoffed as if he was in disbelief. “There’s got to be something else.”

I hesitated for a moment, wondering why it was so hard to ask him for those extravagances when the entire premise of our meeting rested on the basis of one exchange for another. “My apartment,” I said. “I plan to get a job in the future, but I’m struggling with rent.”

“Fuck the job,” Chan said. “I don’t mind paying your rent.” He smirked as he leaned back against the booth with a sigh. “I used to be a college student, Y/N, and I had problems paying for those things too.”

His attitude was nothing but nonchalant, and our terms were settled without a single complaint. Eventually, the deal was finalized when I met him later that evening at his lavish penthouse apartment, signing my name at the bottom of an exclusive contract that I hadn’t even taken the time to read.

“It’s done,” Chan declared, and I watched his forearms bulge as he applied pressure to the official stamp. “We can have some fun together,” he added, and the look he gave me was nothing short of predatory. “Tell me, Y/N. Are you a virgin?”

“No, sir,” I said, watching him throw the contract aside onto the coffee table.

“Good,” he purred while slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you take birth control? I hate fucking with condoms.”

“Yes,” I whispered, and there wasn’t an ounce of shame in my entire being when I studied the hard planes of his upper torso once his chest was exposed to the room.

Did I really just a sign a deal with a real-life Adonis?

“I’m gonna have a taste of that sweet cunt tonight,” Chan said, and one hand palmed himself over the front of his pants. “Bend over the couch for me, and keep your legs spread.”

“O-okay,” I agreed, hesitating because I wasn’t expecting him to move so fast, but I also knew that it was a foolish thought. What else should I have anticipated? There’s only one thing he wanted from me, and it’s not like it proceeded a romantic dinner or a long walk on the beach.

But it was still jarring to feel someone else’s hands on my hips - someone older and far more experienced. And his hands were proof of that confidence, perfectly assured in their motions as they drug my panties down my legs, fingers prodding against the folds of my labia. “You’re not wet enough,” Chan remarked, and I blushed because I was afraid that I had been doing something wrong. “We’ll just use lube.”

I flinched when I heard a loud POP! echo throughout the room when he opened a bottle from behind me. Then, I startled when something cold penetrated between my thighs because I wasn’t used to the overbearing sensation, and the flex of his fingers were incredibly thorough as they explored the private walls stretched around his intrusion. It felt nice, though, feeling him moving around, brushing against sensitive zones that had me moaning against the cushions.

“What a good slut,” Chan said, and I found myself whimpering at the derogatory term. “Let me use my cock instead.”

I gasped when his fingers disappeared in the middle of my approaching orgasm, leaving me clenching desperately for something to fill up the places that had left empty. But the sound of Chan shuffling out of his pants was reassuring, and he was nothing but teasing when he slid the head of his cock up and down my entrance. Spreading his pre-cum while prodding against me with the tip of his erection.

If I hadn’t been wet before, then I was positively drenching from the surprisingly playful foreplay. “Please,” I whined, and he must’ve been feeling merciful since it was our first meeting because he pushed himself the rest of the way inside between my walls with a grunt. Satisfying that persistent ache which demanded some sort of satisfaction from the fat cock splitting me with every aggressive plunge against my g-spot.

“There we go,” Chan hissed, and his fingernails dug into my skin while he rolled my hips back onto his cock - repeating the motion with a sensual rhythm that was slow but fulfilling. Deep and full. Pounding into my hips with every thrust and chanting obscenities into the air while the smell of sex hit me with as much force as his thighs knocking against mine. “Feels so good around me.”

I moaned at his husky tone, and slid further down the armrest of the couch because my clit was rubbing deliciously against the furniture that he had bent me over, and I focused on the addicting friction and the impression of his cock drilling inside my pussy until I came with a loud moan.

“Shit,” Chan cursed when I clenched even tighter around him, and the pleasure was like a dramatic rise - a climactic high - and I fell back into the moment with my heart pounding against my chest while Chan continued to plummet his cock into the stimulated entrance of my cunt before I felt his cum trickle down the inside of my legs.

“Good girl,” Chan said, and he landed a sharp slap to my ass before he was walking out of the room, stuffing his cock back into his pants while I looked down at my hands and wondered what I was supposed to do next.

And several long minutes passed before I realized that Chan wasn’t coming back, and I tried to ignore the sensation of his cum drying on my skin as I pulled my skirt back on over my sore hips.

Is this how it would be every time?

I grimaced at the thought, but I knew it was still a better alternative than returning home to my disappointed parents. Because Chan would at least help me stay in school, and he wasn’t really asking for that much in return.

Right?

But my heart was aching when I left his penthouse around midnight, returning to the shared apartment with my roommate and slinking into the shower while doing my best to remain quiet. Unfortunately, my thoughts were starting to become more rampant - louder than the prevailing silence - and I couldn’t stop thinking about the encounter with Chan. Because it was the second time that a random stranger had fucked me without consideration, and I would never forget how I felt in that moment, scalding my skin under hot water while scrubbing insistently with my fingernails scratching across my arms.

And I went to sleep that night thinking about the future for the first time since I lost my scholarship. For instance, how long would I have to keep doing this? Can it really end after my graduation?

Needless to say, I was unable to reacquaint myself with the familiar comforts of sleep, and I woke-up the next morning feeling like a much weaker version of myself. It was both a literal and metaphorical description for my current state of mind and physical being, and I forced myself to endure my regular routine so that I could leave for class on time.

But even as I was starting to feel better again, savoring the cool air of the morning as I walked through campus, everything was ruined when I received an unanticipated phone call from Chan around lunchtime:

“Can you come into my office today?” Chan asked, and I checked my watch.

“I can be there in twenty minutes.”

“Perfect,” Chan said, and I hung up the phone before jogging to the bus stop.

The Voyeur

Chan’s office building was extravagant, and I had trouble finding his company because it seemed like there was no end to the numerous corridors. Thankfully, a polite worker was willing to steer me in the right direction, and I greeted Chan’s secretary with a nervous exhale of my name.

“He’s waiting for you inside,” she said with a bright smile. “But make sure to lock the door behind you.”

“Oh, sure,” I said, puzzled by the strange request, but I entered the room with a dismissive shrug, glancing back to turn the lock before stumbling in my steps when I realized that someone who was not Chan stood in the middle of the room.

He was a younger associate, and his hair was slicked back with some kind of product as he observed me with the faintest hint of a smirk. “You must be Chan’s newest plaything.”

I gasped at the stranger’s words. “Chan-” I attempted to call for him, but cold fingers wrapped themselves around my throat in warning.

“Shhh,” Chan whispered into my ear, and I trembled when one of his hands went down to the waistband of my skirt. “You’re right on time, Y/N.”

“Sir,” I said, trembling when he found my clit through the fabric, applying rough circles with a growl.

“Go sit on top of the desk for me,” Chan said. “Take off your skit and panties.”

“But there’s someone else-”

“Did you not hear me?” Chan interrupted, and there was an intimidating warning in his eyes that I found myself unable to ignore.

“Yes, sir,” I said in compliance, and I tried not to think about the situation unfolding in front of me. Instead, I carefully walked around the unfamiliar man without making eye contact, even though his gaze was focused on me the entire time. “Is this what you wanted me to see?” the newcomer asked, and I startled at the sound of his voice as I slipped out of my clothes.

“I think she’s your type,” Chan said, and he nonchalantly strolled through the room with his hands tucked into his pockets. “This is what you like, Jisung? Sit back and relax.”

Jisung pursed his lips as he found a comfortable position on one of the futons, and I gasped when I realized that he had unzipped his pants, fishing out his cock while casually stroking the full length of his erection, gaze fixed on the place where Chan was standing in front of me.

“Bend over, whore,” Chan growled, and I turned around in an instant, shivering when he forced my legs to spread even further apart, applying pressure to my lower back as I arched even higher for him. “Have you ever seen a prettier cunt?”

“Finger her for me,” Jisung requested, and I closed my eyes when Chan penetrated three fingers inside at once. Because it was a distant shout from his treatment the previous night, and I found myself enduring the pain from being aggressively handled.

“Is this to your satisfaction?” Chan asked, and he was moving lightning fast, thrusting his fingers so fast that my body wasn’t sure how to process the rapidly growing pressure building with every curl of his wrist.

“Fuck her then,” Jisung said, and I could hear the slick sound of his hand moving on his cock to match the pace of Chan’s motions inside of me.

“No problem,” Chan said, and his cock replaced his fingers with one harsh plunge, forcing my hips to collide with the side of his desk as he started an unrelenting pace, hands holding tight to my waist as he treated me as nothing more than his personal cock-sleeve.

My pleasure wasn’t a concern, and I could tell because he never once asked me if I was feeling good. Instead, he panted like a dog into my ears, groping along my chest while rolling his hips up into mine - grinding his cock as deep as he could manage.

“Chan...” I trailed off at one point because there would surely be bruises once he was done with me.

“Is there a problem, Y/N?” he asked, and I quickly shook my head even as he started thrusting even harder, forcing his cock even deeper inside my gaping core - brushing against previously untouched places that awakened something almost feral.

“No, sir,” I managed, choking around a moan when his fingers tightened around my throat again.

“He likes to watch,” Chan whispered, slowing down to a sensual grind while he spoke to me. “It gets him off every time.”

“I didn’t know,” I said in return, even though no response was really warranted.

Especially when Chan leaned back once again, picking up from where he had left off from before, and there was a stuttered hiccup to the way he moved - like he was nearing his own breaking point. His fingers curled themselves into my hair, forcing my head to the side to meet Jisung’s unwavering gaze.

“Jisung,” Chan said, and the voyeur himself looked up at the two of us with lust reflecting in his eyes. “Is it everything you wanted?”

“Keep going,” Jisung simply said in return, and Chan was laughing in the moments preceding his orgasm, spilling his seed between my convulsing walls before pulling out with a groan.

“You did good, Y/N,” Chan said, and he reached down for my discarded skirt.

Meanwhile, I glanced around Chan to see Jisung reaching for the tissue box on the table. “Thank you for the show, Mr. Bang.” Jisung said, and he cleaned off his cock before tucking himself back into his jeans.

The Sadist

That unexpected situation should’ve been the first and only sign required for me to break off the engagement with Bang Chan, but I was starting to grow addicted to the ostentatious gifts that he sent me.

Because on that same afternoon, I returned to my apartment to find a brand new SUV waiting for me outside my complex. It was the newest model, and my roommate was hysterical with excitement as she jumped around the front lawn and told me all about how a random man had brought the car to our apartment asking for me.

“I don’t know who you’re seeing,” my roommate remarked. “But if he keeps doing this kind of thing...”

“Yeah,” I agreed with a faint smile, and there was still an active part of me that thought I could put up with Chan if it meant receiving things like this in return.

Plus, I somehow deluded myself into thinking that everything was fine, and I guess my lectures on argumentative writing must’ve worked too well because I convinced my stubborn brain to endure the arrangement for a little while longer.

It also helped that Chan hadn’t spoken to me much in the week following our little date in his office, and I was able to forget about the encounter with Jisung. Plus, my tuition was paid, my bank account was full, and there were always expensive things allowing me to take advantage of a lavish lifestyle.

It was hard to argue against the current trajectory of my situation, but there was still a painful reminder of its price when Chan eventually called me the following Friday with another request:

“I’m having a guest over tonight,” Chan said. “And you’re the entertainment.”

I swallowed hard at his brusque tone. “Entertainment?”

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Chan reassured me, and I could only process his words while the dial tone played in the background.

But maybe I could handle the addition of a guest, especially if it was just Jisung or someone watching again. That hadn’t been so bad, and the worst part was the initial shock of seeing another man in the same room.

Maybe I was just overreacting, and this would be a regular night where Chan would fuck me in his bed and I would limp home and sleep on the brand new satin comforter he had bought for me.

Unfortunately, my initial enthusiasm was dulled when I knocked on the door to Chan’s penthouse, and he answered my summons with another man lingering in the background. But the other man wasn’t Jisung, and a single chill rolled down my spine when Chan’s guest turned around to look at me for the very first time. “You’re early,” Chan said with a pleasant smile. “We were just pouring ourselves some drinks.”

“That sounds nice,” I said, allowing Chan to take my coat before he led me into the living room.

“This is my associate, Lee Minho,” Chan said, nodding in the direction of the freshly identified man who was unreasonably handsome as he sat down across the room.

“The pleasure is mine,” Minho said with a smirk, and I had no words to match his arrogance, but Chan pulled me into his lap and I took some strange comfort from his embrace.

“Minho and I have been friends for years.”

“What a tragedy,” Minho remarked, and the simple jest was met with a chuckle from Chan who wrapped an arm around my waist.

“He was really excited to meet you as well.”

“Especially after listening to Jisung run his mouth,” Minho said, and I froze at the mention of the other man because that was the moment when everything started to plummet, and I could see the change in Minho’s gaze as he lowered his eyes to my chest.

“Can I see her tits?” Minho asked, holding his glass of scotch in one hand while the other disappeared down the front of his pants.

“Of course,” Chan said, and he didn’t seem to care at all about his friend’s vulgar request, pulling me back against his chest as his fingers worked apart the buttons on my blouse. “She doesn’t mind. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

I shook my head, paralyzed by Minho’s impenetrable gaze as he inhaled sharply when Chan removed the shirt from my arms. “Those are nice.”

“Aren’t they?” Chan agreed, and his fingers tweaked my nipples. But I shivered at the pressure, nearly jumping in his lap from the sudden stimulation as his thumbs rolled across the hardening buds.

“You ever fucked them before?” Minho asked, parting his lips around the rim of his glass.

“No,” Chan said, and his tone reflected his disappointment. “I guess I’ll have to try that in the future.”

“They’re a good size,” Minho remarked, and I couldn’t help but feel humiliated because they were talking about me in such a vulgar manner - like I was just a piece of meat on display for them.

“I like her tits,” Chan agreed. “But I think her ass is my favorite.”

Minho scoffed at that. “Isn’t that always your preference?”

“Why do you think I like fucking her from behind?” Chan laughed, and Minho smiled before draining the rest of his alcohol.

“Where did you get her?” Minho asked, and I watched as he removed his expensive suit jacket.

“Do you remember that website Jisung showed me?” Chan smirked. “It’s probably the best idea that he’s ever had.”

“Mhmm,” Minho agreed, and his lecherous eyes continued to openly stare at my breasts. “Has Changbin seen her yet?”

“No,” Chan said, and then he sighed. “I’m afraid to introduce them.”

“She’s exactly his type,” Minho remarked. “He’ll want to fuck her for sure, and I doubt you’ll tell him no.”

“He’s convincing,” Chan said, and he smirked while his lips pressed wet kisses against my neck and his hands massaged my breasts. “What would you want to do with her?”

“Me?” Minho chuckled, and his dark eyes were appraising. “I’d probably fuck her mouth, and then maybe cum on her tits.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Chan said, and then he was shoving against me from behind. “Get on your knees,” Chan growled into my ear, and I shivered at the guttural sound before falling from his lap and into the floor.

Meanwhile, Minho continued to watch me while stroking his cock, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. “Is this an invitation?”

“Take her mouth,” Chan said, and he reached out for his discarded glass of brandy. “I don’t think she’ll mind.”

Minho smirked in response, and he pulled the occupied hand from his pants long enough to stand up from the couch, taking another step forward until his crotch was level with my face. “Is that true, little girl?” Minho asked, and I held my tongue when his fingers traced across my lips. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

I could feel Chan’s eyes on me, and I knew better than to disobey. “Yes,” I whispered, and Minho closed his eyes around a groan.

“Channie picked a good little cocksucker,” he said, and he quickly undid his pants, pulling them down his thighs along with his boxers. I inhaled when his cock was freed from the confines of his underwear, slapping against his stomach with a bead of pre-cum waiting on the tip. “Go ahead,” Minho said. “Let’s see what you can do for me.”

I swallowed hard, and I decided to start with a few strokes of his hardening erection - feeling the length of him under my hand because I knew that it would be painful to fit him inside my mouth. “Don’t tease,” Chan said, and I shivered at his harsh tone.

“I’m sorry,” I said, and I decided not to waste another moment before I was parting my lips around the head of Minho’s cock, tasting the gathered pre-cum on his tip. It was bitter because it was overwhelming, and my jaw was already aching as I hollowed my cheeks and tried to prevent my teeth from scraping across the sensitive underside of his erection.

“Harder,” Minho growled, and he reached down to grab fistfuls of my hair while forcing the remainder of his cock down my throat - triggering my gag reflex with the sudden motion.

“I guess she’s not used to it,” Chan remarked - like it wasn’t a big deal that I could barely breathe around the intrusion, and spit was dripping from my lips as he proceeded to use me like I was nothing more than a warm space to fill with his cock.

“I’ll teach her for you,” Minho said, but it wasn’t a kindness to feel the tip of his cock hit the soft palate of my mouth, dragging between my lips as he ground his hips while moaning around a curse.

But I still tried my best, sucking at the skin and using my tongue to trace against the ridges. I also kept my hands firmly behind my back, trying my best not to reach out for his thighs because I was afraid that he wouldn’t appreciate the feeling of my nails digging into my skin. Not that he seemed to be extending the same courtesy - fucking my mouth with loud grunts and tugging on my hair with enough force that my scalp was screaming for me to intervene.

“Does it feel good?” Chan asked.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Minho said, and his eyes were glossy from the alcohol settling into his system and the approaching orgasm which I could taste as I tried my best to swallow around him.

And it was almost disorienting when he pulled himself free, keeping one hand in my hair while the other stared to stroke the length of his erection with rapid jerks. “Look at me,” Minho growled, and I forced my gaze to meet his own. “I’m gonna cum on your tits,” Minho snarled, twisting my hair as I did my best to nod around the impossible hold.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Chan whispered, and I closed my eyes when Minho finally came, spraying his hot cum across my chest as his thighs trembled from the effort.

“Damn,” Minho said, and he took a strategic step back to survey me from afar. “She looks better this way.”

“I definitely agree,” Chan said, but I only felt disgusting as I sat there on my knees with their eyes observing my wilted figure.

The Participant

For an entire week after my encounter with Minho, every time I spoke, or did something as simple as drink or eat with my friends, I was reminded of him.

It wasn’t necessarily the worst thing that had ever happened to me, and I couldn’t deny that there was a small part of me that had been aroused at the idea of Minho’s rough treatment. But the problem emerged from the lack of disclosure from Chan because he seemed to take impressive liberties with the contract. And I didn’t mind having sex with the older man since I gave him my full consent, but these surprises that he sprung on me when I wasn’t expecting them? I wasn’t entirely happy about those.

In fact, the more that I thought about the incident with both Minho and Jisung, the more infuriated I became, and I couldn’t help the brusque tone that I used to greet Chan over the phone when he randomly contacted me the following weekend.

“Someone’s having a bad day,” Chan said, and I didn’t appreciate his accompanying laughter.

“It’s just my classes,” I offered as a response, pinching the bridge of my nose to try and prevent an oncoming headache.

“I hope it’s not too bad because I’d like for you to meet me in the office,” Chan said, and I agreed without really thinking about the consequences. Because the last time I went to Chan’s office, I found myself being fucked on top of his desk with an executive watching in the background.

But I guess this was what I had literally signed up for, and Chan couldn’t possibly know that I hated our most recent encounters because I still wasn’t able to find the confidence to tell him. And maybe it was better this way since our arrangement was nothing but a superficial agreement between two consenting adults - we were both getting something out of it, and I didn’t want to risk losing the invaluable funding that he sent to my stunningly healthy bank account.

Instead, I put on my best smile for him when I walked into his office, greeting him at his Secretary’s desk as she offered me a courteous welcome. Does she know what’s going on? I wondered to myself when Chan took my hand and led me to the giant executive desk where he worked.

He chuckled when he patted his lap, and I dropped my bag onto the floor before dropping myself down between his strong thighs. “There you are,” Chan said with a smirk, tracing the pout of my lips with his thumb. “You look sexy today.”

“Thank you,” I said, and I hated to sound so timid in front of him, but he was still beyond intimidating, and I never knew what to expect from someone who continued to surprise me.

“I’ve missed you,” Chan said, and I hesitated when his hands found the hem of my t-shirt, crawling along the skin of my torso to hold me in place. “Last time was really fun.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, but it wasn’t very convincing. Thankfully, Chan didn’t seem to notice, and he brought me in for a sloppy kiss so that I could taste the mouth wash on his tongue.

“Let’s take a walk around the office,” Chan said, and I agreed because it seemed relatively normal in comparison to what he usually asked from me.

It was also startling domestic to hold his hand as he walked me through the maze of cubicles, talking about taxes and the stock market and whatever else he found interesting. In response to most of his conversation, I found myself nodding because I couldn’t comprehend his big text jargon or the complicated explanation when it involved his return on investment numbers.

“How about some lunch?” Chan suggested, and I agreed even though my stomach had twisted itself into knots during the ride over here.

However, when Chan reached out to hit the button to call for the elevator, he paused when he made eye-contact with someone walking out of the conference room. He sighed as he turned me around. “This is awkward,” Chan said, and I noticed that the tips of his ears were bright red. “I may have shown Changbin some pictures of you and....” Chan trailed off with a smile. “He really liked what I showed him.”

“Changbin?” I questioned, and Chan jerked his head to the side to indicate the exceedingly handsome gentleman who was lingering outside of the conference room with his eyes glued in our direction.

“Changbin really likes you,” Chan whispered, smiling as he allowed one hand to fall down and palm my ass.

I heard a sharp intake of breath, and I felt my entire face flush when I realized that it had come from Changbin. He was brazenly eye-fucking me from where he was standing, and I couldn’t even imagine the dirty thoughts running through his mind.

“He wants to fuck you,” Chan continued as if we were having a conversation about something as casual as the weather. “And I kinda want to see him pound this little pussy.”

He then audaciously cupped the heat between my legs and I squirmed around in his arms because we were in public. “What are you doing?” I asked, and there was every reason to panic when anyone could see us like this - when Changbin was already looking at us like we were incredibly interesting.

“He’s got a really big cock,” Chan added like that was supposed to convince me. “But I know that you’ll do it for me, right?”

I hesitated at his request, glancing back over my shoulder at Changbin who was still watching the two of us with a predatory gaze. “When?”

“Tonight,” Chan said before pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to my lips. “I’ll have something nice sent to your apartment. Wear it for us, won’t you?”

“Of course,” I agreed, and the response sounded robotic even to my own ears.

True to his word, Chan had sent over a rather scandalous pair of lingerie to my apartment - a matching set of underwear that included a red thong and delicate bralette with lace elegantly lining the comfortable padding. There was also a very short black shirt in the package and a thin camisole which wasn’t meant to cover much of me. And I grimaced at my reflection in the mirror when I realized that I looked like someone out of Chan’s wet dream.

But instead of walking through campus with such an appearance, I had wrapped my scantily-clad form in a long coat when I greeted Chan that night outside of his apartment, hoping that he wouldn’t question my desire to ride the bus in something more appropriate for public viewing. But maybe he was too turned on to scold me, dragging me inside his apartment and closing the door before opening the front of my coat.

“Fuck,” he growled when he saw me in my outfit. “You look so good in this.”

“Thank you,” I whispered in return, and Chan tossed aside my coat while reaching down for my hand.

“There’s no reason to delay tonight’s fun,” he commented. “Changbin’s already waiting in the bedroom,” he said.

I swallowed hard the mention of the other man, trying to piece together my disorganized thoughts when Chan invited me inside the lavish bedroom that was the exact same size as my entire apartment. But I also wasn’t surprised by the ostentatious reminder of his tremendous wealth, especially when I realized that there was someone waiting inside just as Chan had promised. The same man from earlier at the office was sitting in a chair near the corner of the room, dressed in his work suit and looking at me from beneath a fringe of blonde hair while his fingers tightened around his whisky glass.

“You were so patient, Bin,” Chan remarked as he reached down to remove his shirt.

“I think she’s worth it,” Changbin replied, and I tried not to squirm too much under his impenetrable gaze.

“What do you think of her outfit?” Chan asked, and he smirked while squeezing my ass through the skit.

“I’d rather see what’s underneath,” Changbin said, and his attitude was so nonchalant that I couldn’t deny that a small part of me was attracted to his eagerness.

“That can be arranged,” Chan agreed, and I held perfectly still as he removed my tank top before jerking my skirt down my thighs.

He didn’t even need to tell me to step out of the offending piece of fabric, sliding it across the floor as I stood in front of Changbin in nothing more than the skimpy lingerie that Chan had chosen for me. “Damn,” Changbin grumbled, and one hand slid down his chest before settling on top of the obvious bulge in his pants.

“Shall we start?” Chan grinned, and I watched as he walked over to the bed to make himself more comfortable on top of the mattress before holding out his arms for me. “Come here, Y/N.”

I nodded, crawling over the silken sheets while Chan whispered compliments into the silent bedroom. “She’s so fucking hot,” Changbin remarked, and I held my breath when Chan used his raw strength to turn me around - bringing my back flush against his chest as one arm wrapped itself across my chest. I shivered in response to his impressive muscles, pressing myself even closer to him while his other hand crept down to remove my panties

“Look at this,” Chan whispered, ripping the fabric and exposing my bottom half for Changbin’s eyes. “Such a pretty cunt.”

Changbin inhaled sharply at the exposed skin, and he stood from the chair to walk over the edge of the bed. I closed my eyes because he was shameless, palming his erection over his pants while his eyes glued themselves between my thighs. “Spread her legs for me.”

Chan nodded, and I could feel the way his fingers parted the wet folds of my labia before he drug his thumb along my sensitive clitoris.

“Oh, fuck,” Changbin growled, and his eyes were bright with lust as Chan continued to tease my throbbing sex while mouthing kisses against my throat.

“Do you see something you like?” Chan asked his friend as if the question was even necessary.

“Let me fuck her, Chan,” Changbin snarled, and I watched as he unzipped his suit pants before dropping them to the floor along with his boxer shorts, fisting his cock in one hand while the other worked at the buttons on his shirt.

“I don’t know...” Chan trailed off with a teasing tone. “I’m not really in the mood to share.”

“We both know that's a lie,” Changbin said with a humorless laugh. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

I bit my tongue to hold back a moan when one of Chan’s fingers penetrated my tight walls, putting on a show for Changbin as he maintained eye contact with his business partner. It was like they were engaged in some sort of competition over me, and I was melting from Chan’s ministrations, feeling him move around with his fingers curling against all the right spots. He also started to scissor his fingers to stretch me out in preparation for whatever else might happen, and Changbin whimpered as he continued to stroke his hand up and down the impressive length of his throbbing cock.

“I guess you can have it,” Chan said, and I yelped when he shoved me off his lap, tossing his legs over the side of the bed. “Hands and knees,” Chan barked, slapping my ass for good measure before he walked over to the same chair in the corner of the room. “You’ll be a good slut for Changbin.”

I whimpered at the rough treatment, and I tried to avoid Changbin’s gaze as I positioned myself on the center of the bed, dropping down onto my forearms while I raised my ass high in the air. I was breathing hard against the sheets, feeling my pulse skyrocket when the bed dipped beneath Changbin’s weight as he mounted me from behind.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, and I shook my head when he started to grope my ass, pulling apart my cheeks as his fingers prodded against the dripping entrance to my cunt. “Say my name, slut!”

I nearly screamed from the force of the slap he landed on my ass, and I took a deep breath to manage the pain. “Please, Changbin,” I sniffled, and there was nothing but blinding hot pleasure when he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit.

However, he wasn’t nearly as patient as Chan, and I was shaking around the abrupt intrusion of his cock. He also wasn’t gentle, holding my hips with a bruising grip before he fucked his cock inside my wet heat, leaving me no room to breathe before he was driving his hips against mine like there wasn’t enough time in the world to split me open for him. “Shit,” Changbin hissed, and I was powerless when he shoved my face down into the pillows, forcing me back into an even deeper arch.

“Play nice, Bin,” Chan said, and I could barely spot him from the corner of my eye. “You know I don’t like it when you break my toys.”

“Can’t help it,” Changbin grunted, and I could feel the fat head of his cock brushing against my cervix.

“She feels good right?” Chan asked, and I finally located him, following his voice to see that he was rubbing his erection through the tented fabric of his pants.

“Her cunt is tight,” Changbin agreed, and he wasn’t even thrusting anymore; instead, he was manhandling me up and down his cock, slamming his hips against mine and filling the room with the sounds of wet slaps and crude moans as he chased his own pleasure.

He was fucking me like a madman, breath hot on the back of my neck. Everything was fast and hard, and the sound of the headboard hitting the wall was especially loud. “Fuck,” Changbin muttered, and I thought he might be slowing down, but he just adjusted his grip and set a brutal pace and fucked me even harder.

It was all too much, and I wasn’t expecting to come, but when he lifted one of my legs for a better angle, I felt a sudden wave of arousal drip around Changbin’s thick erection because he was scraping across my G-spot with every stroke. I moaned at the direct stimulation, and it felt like there was an impossible pressure building at the center of my abdomen, stretching and stretching until my vision nearly blacked out from the intensity of my orgasm.

“Yes!” Changbin groaned when I inadvertently squeezed around his cock even tighter, providing enough pressure to trigger his own orgasm. And I could feel his warm cum as it decorated the cavern of my pussy, escaping the place where we were connected with a squelching sound when he eventually pulled out.

“What a mess,” Chan groaned.

“Such a good little whore,” Changbin purred, reaching down to stuff his cum back inside where it belonged. I whined at the over-stimulation, but Changbin growled in response and slapped my ass hard. “I want one more round,” Changbin declared, leaving me lying on the bed as he rolled over to the side.

“Sure,” Chan agreed, and I felt his hand soothing along the side of my face as he wiped away my tears. “How long do you need to get it back up, old man?”

“Shut up,” Changbin muttered. “Give me ten minutes.”

‘Well, that’s all I need,” Chan remarked, and I whimpered when he took his turn to mount me from behind, twisting his fingers into my hair as he slid his cock inside with one hard thrust, grinding his hips in long, sensual circles while whispering the filthiest words into my ears.

Present

It wasn’t very much like me to reveal all those intimate secrets, but something about Seungmin’s presence was safe and comforting. “What an asshole,” Seungmin remarked, discarding a fresh cigarette that he hadn’t even bothered lighting before returning his attention to me. “You deserve so much better than him.”

“He pays for everything,” I said. “He pays for my tuition, and he sends checks for the rent...”

“So?” Seungmin scoffed. “I can help you get a job at the diner where I work. You can make enough money to pay for those things without him.”

“It’s just so hard...” I broke off with a sudden exclamation, and my emotions were spilling out despite my attempts to suppress them, holding Seungmin even closer by the collar of his jacket as I sobbed into his shoulder. “He owns me.”

“No, he doesn’t, Y/N,” Seungmin said with a firm tone. “Do you understand me?”

I shook my head. “I signed a contract!”

“Every contract has a loophole,” Seungmin said. “And I’m sure it expires at some point, or you can negotiate your way out of the terms!”

“He’s a businessman,” I argued. “There’s no way I can win.”

“Not with that attitude,” Seungmin said with a fierce look. “You’re not alone, Y/N. I’ll even help you figure out how to leave him, but that’s what you need to do because this relationship is not good for you!”

“I kept telling myself that I didn’t care,” I whispered, sighing when Seungmin carded his fingers through my hair. “I guess I cared too much.”

“It’s alright,” Seungmin said, holding me close as he spoke reassurances into my stubborn ears.

“I’m scared, Seungmin,” I told him, and he nodded.

“I’ll give you all my strength,” he promised, and the sincerity of his words triggered a fresh wave of tears, and I cried while thinking about the difficult situation that I found myself in.

The idea of Chan’s arrangement had once been enchanting because everything he promised seemed like a dream come true. But the reality was nothing short of a nightmare. And I was suddenly desperate to escape.

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