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pandora-writes-one-piece · 3 months ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF THE BEST AUTHORS ON THIS PLATFORM.

I have a request is there any way you could do the “I’ve never met anyone as infuriating as you, and I can’t stop thinking about you" prompt but with Zoro. Having a female reader just recently joined the crew only for them to be enemies. Both of them have a history of being enemies and now the whole crew sees them fight so the other is 5ft feet under. Only for them to be confused as to why their heart beats like crazy around each other.

Would really appreciate it if you did my request! 🥰🙏

Thank you so much for your kind words @mars-mizuko and @beachaddict48 🥰🥰 I love reading your reactions to my little silly stories and I tried my hardest to make you happy with this request! It turned out a bit bigger than the others, but I don't want to limit myself with the story I want to tell and I've accepted that some requests will have bigger fics than others! I do sincerely hope you enjoy this! Thank you for participating in the event and for all of your support!

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Backstabber

Word Count: 3637

Tags: fem!reader; enemies to lovers; suggestive content; implied sex; cursing; sexual tension; idiots in love;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: You never thought you'd meet the infamous bounty hunter Roronoa Zoro again after four years apart. Yet here you are, part of his crew, and all he wants is to get rid of you.

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“No, Luffy.”

Two words. Just two words and I already want to rip his head off his shoulders. This is gonna be great!

“Why?” Luffy cocks his head to the side, his pinky reaching inside his nose in search of the annoyance there.

“Shut up, Mosshead!” Sanji growls, his face close to Zoro’s closed-off expression. “Luffy, yes. She would be the most wonderful addition to our crew.”

Aw, see, the cook’s nice!

“She’s not trustworthy.” The swordsman has both his eyes closed but you can see the way his jaw ticks as he tries to keep his emotions at bay.

“Ditto, Roronoa, yet I just helped save your ass.” You bite back. Two can play the accusation game. It’s actually been four years since the last time you saw Roronoa Zoro. He was skinnier then, less… bulk. Still the same asshole, though.

His eye snaps open and you notice yet another difference. He’s more dangerous, ruthless, and predatory. “Measure your words, Backstabber. I’m not the same man I was four years ago.”

You inch forward, squaring your shoulders and measuring up to his height, even if you can’t reach it. “It’s too bad I am not the same woman I was four years ago, either.”

Nami and Robin watch the interaction with veiled smirks. Sanji is seething and being restrained by Franky to prevent him from attacking Zoro for speaking rudely to a lady.

“Welcome her in, Luffy.” Robin says with a hint of amusement in her voice.

“I’d say she fits right in, Cap.” Nami says with a chuckle.

And just like that, you’re welcomed into the most dysfunctional pirate crew you’ve ever met.

-*-

You and Zoro don’t like each other. Period. There’s no truce, there isn’t even a semblance of a fake peace. It’s an all-out conflict between the two of you and the Sunny has become an active warzone.

“I don’t want you anywhere near my space, Backstabber!”

“You don’t own the ship, Roronoa!”

Nami accepts the refreshment Sanji brings her and sighs, tilting her head up to where the two of you are bickering. You just wanted to train and shake away inertia, and the crow’s nest is where the barbells are.

But nooo, Mr. Salty claims that this is his space! As if he fucking owns the ship.

“LUFFY!” You both yell out the window trying to get your captain to resolve your issue this time.

“It’s been a week.” Robin says weakly from her perch on the lawn chair.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” Nami whispers back to her.

“Guys, make it stop, they’re so loud!” Chopper whines as he cuddles in Robin’s lap.

Luffy, bless him, doesn’t even move from his spot, so you sigh, pushing your index finger and thumb against the bridge of your nose trying to contain the massive migraine threatening to settle behind your eyes.

“Look here, Roronoa, we have to make this work. Whether we like it or not, we are now Nakama and-...”

“I could never be your Nakama!” He hisses, dropping the barbell near his feet with the loudest thud imaginable. Sweat drips from his hair and runs down his temples, making the vein there glisten as it throbs menacingly. His (big, muscular, defined) chest heaves from barely contained rage and you force your eyes to settle back on his face because, somehow, the sight of his sweaty, glistening pecs turns you hot and bothered for reasons that have nothing to do with anger.

“Well boo-freaking-hoo. Learn to deal with it, will you? You’re a big boy.” You say slowly, emphasising each word with a step in his direction. You’re taken aback by your closeness when his scent envelops you and dazes you in more ways than one.

It’s familiar and comforting: steel, salt, sweat…

But it’s also intoxicating and dangerous and new…

Fuck.

-*-

It’s only been one week and Zoro is ready to throw you overboard. Too bad you don’t have a devil fruit or he could watch you sink without a hint of remorse. That being the case, it would just be funny as hell to watch you get pissed off at him while soaking wet.

Wet like you are now.

He found you in the middle of your workout in his crow’s nest using his training equipment in his space. You’d been there long enough for sweat to make your hair cling to your forehead, for your top to turn a darker shade and cling sinfully to your curves, and for your sweet scent to mingle with his sanctuary, making his head spin.

Zoro feels like growling, though he’s not sure if he’s growling for the right reasons.

And now you’re approaching him with fearless steps, your finger pointing at him accusingly, while your lusciously plump lips form words: ‘boo-freaking-hoo’. And all he can think about is how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“Get the fuck out.” He growls for real this time and you stop pacing. He knows he’s giving off a dangerous aura and he means it. Because his heart is doing some freaking weird shit he doesn’t want to dissect right now and he needs you out of his sight.

Immediately.

It’s a good thing you obey and scurry out - still pissed and calling him all sorts of names, though - because the strain in his pants was about to force him to bend you over the nearest surface and have his way with you.

And he definitely can’t do that.

-*-

Eventually, with mediation from Robin and Franky, you and Zoro settle on a schedule for using the crow’s nest to train. It’s not so hard, since Zoro spends half the morning and afternoon napping, leaving you plenty of time for your daily workout.

“Why do you and Zoro hate each other?” Chopper asks innocently during lunch, and the table falls into an awkward silence. No one tries to change the subject since everyone’s curious.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as memories from the past come rushing back. You and Zoro used to bounty hunt together. You met randomly while tracking the same wanted pirate. After beating the pirate’s crew and helping each other out, you split the bounty and became friends.

From then on, the friendship blossomed. Zoro had an easier laugh before, he wasn’t so guarded, so closed off.

Did I cause him to be like that?

You bonded. Actually, so much more than that, you were head over heels for him. The whole works: stomach aflutter with butterflies, fireworks exploding behind closed eyelids, a drum instead of a heart.

And then there was a misunderstanding. You got a tip about a small-time fry, barely 6k berries, hardly worth your time. But the asshole was harassing a town and you knew you could take him alone. Zoro was collecting a previous bounty so you didn’t even tell him where you were going.

Turns out the fry wasn’t easy or small. It was huge. It was 16k, not 6k, and he was a tough nut to crack. You could’ve used Zoro’s strength, but you managed. Scraped, bruised but prideful. When you went to collect, intending to share the bounty with him, Zoro was beyond angry. He found out where you’d gone and assumed you’d gone behind his back to collect the bounty and the fame for yourself.

Things escalated. You fell out with each other.

Over a freaking misunderstanding.

You were stubborn as fuck. And you soon found out he was equally stubborn, if not more. So here you were. Still mad at each other over something that had happened more than four years ago.

“We just don’t get along, Chopper. We used to be friends, and then… we stopped.”

Zoro’s glass nearly shatters with the force he uses to set it down on the table. “Bullshit, Backstabber.”

“Stop calling me that, asshole.”

“Guys, guys, you’re at the table…” Franky starts.

“Backstabber? Why? You went behind my back and collected a huge bounty without telling me. That sounds like backstabbing to me!”

“You didn’t even let me explain!” You rise, palms slapping against the wood, causing your water glass to turn and spill.

“What was there to explain? How you got greedy? How you abandoned me without a word? Because that shit stung more than the fucking bounty!”

You gasp and take a step back, grasping the underlying hurt in his words. Abandoned him…? Is that what he thinks happened?

“I… I never meant to abandon you…” Lowering your eyes, you sense the crew shifting uncomfortably under your words.

Zoro is silent.

Just as you raise your head to meet his eyes, a cannon blast shakes the ship, forcing the crew outside to battle an oncoming enemy.

-*-

In the heat of the battle, all animosities are forgotten. You and Zoro move as one, even after four years apart, you can still fight back to back as you used to. It’s both exhilarating and overwhelming.

Zoro still hasn’t calmed the frenzied rhythm of his heart. You had claimed you never meant to abandon him. Were you speaking the truth? Because, as far as he knew, you had chosen to leave him behind, collect the big bounty and disappear from his life without ever looking back.

That had been the biggest disappointment he'd faced in a long while. After four years, he thought you were part of his past. No longer a constant presence in his mind, or worse, in his dreams.

You were gone, and good riddance.

What were the chances of him meeting you again in the Grand Line, anyway?

The Marines attacking the Straw Hats are predictably weak, but there are many of them and Zoro is distracted by the earlier conversation. Apparently, so are you, because there’s no way in hell four-years-ago-you would’ve let that attack slip through your defences, let alone now-you.

Zoro grunts and slices through the three Marines in front of him to reach the bastard pinning you against the Sunny’s wall. His sword blade pressed to your throat, your arm laying limp and bloodied, rendered useless for the rest of the fight.

“I’m gonna count to three and before I fucking reach two, you’d better have let go of her and be out of my fucking sight, or you’ll lose your limbs one by one to my blades. Starting with that hand.” He growls as he notices the Marine pressing his hand against your chest to keep you pinned to the wall.

-*-

Fuck, that was hot.

How can your heart be racing this fast when you’re facing possible death at the hands of a freaking weak Marine? You have no idea how you got into this position. You know how to fight better than any of these army fools!

You were distracted, dumbass.

Yeah, you were distracted. You were thinking about the possibilities and the what-ifs of four years ago, if only you had spoken to Zoro before he thought you abandoned him. And all that thinking got you pinned to the wall with an injured arm and a blade to your throat.

“One…” Zoro starts counting and you hold your breath. You’ve seen him fight, the Marine better run. “Two…”

His voice is eerily calm, but the intensity of his words leaves no room for argument. He’s dangerous, he’s lethal, and he’s not playing games.

Even though the Marine drops you unceremoniously and starts to run, you know he isn't getting far. The manic grin on Zoro’s face just before he slashes the Marine makes the critters in your belly flutter and dance all at once.

Fuck.

Zoro did start with his hand.

-*-

“She’s fine!” Chopper exclaims as he steps out of the infirmary with a wide smile, his hoof clasping your uninjured hand as you join your Nakama by the galley. The crew receives you with cheers and you feel a bit ashamed. You wanted to prove your worth but the battle didn’t go the way you meant it to. Still, none of them make you feel unworthy.

Robin fusses over you, Luffy tries to hug you before Nami stops him with a punch, Usopp is already retelling the tale of the thousand Marines who attacked you and Sanji glides to your side with a refreshment and amiable words, worried, anxious and happy you’re safe.

And that’s where Zoro draws the line. “Can we talk?” His gruff voice rolls over you like a caress, and you bite the inside of your cheek trying to snap out of it.

“Yeah.” You follow him to the crow’s nest unsure of what he wants to say. The entire walk is wrapped in piercing silence, tension hanging like a thick fog. Once you arrive, you’re too wound up to sit, so you start pacing.

“Explain.” He says, apparently too wound up to sit as well.

The fuck?

“Explain what?”

“What you meant at lunch.”

You try to cross your arms over your chest, but the injured limb is still out of action so, instead, you place your good hand on your hip and stamp your foot. “Listen, honey,” you mock, “you better start using your big boy words because I’m not going to play riddles with you and-...”

Your sentence is cut short when he takes two strides forward, forcing you to step back until you collide with the training bars. Zoro’s face is inches from yours and the ticking in his jaw is back.

His eye pins yours, and your legs wobble under the intensity of his stare. “I’ve never met anyone as infuriating as you,” he drawls, slamming his hand against the bars beside your face. “And I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The world spins as you suck in a breath, trying to understand his words. What does he mean?

“I can’t stop thinking about your lips…” His thumb presses against your lower lip, tracing it roughly. “I can’t stop thinking about kissing your neck.” His lips brush against the pulse on your neck, teeth nibbling and pinching. “I can’t stop thinking about you… squirming under me!”

Zoro’s hand gropes the flesh of your hip, his fingers sinking in, pulling a soft moan from your lips. “Tell me to stop.” He whispers, his tongue tracing your earlobe with sinful licks. “Fuck. Just say the words.”

Your head falls back against the bars in abandon as his hand drops from your hips, fingers inching under the waistband of your jeans.

“Don’t stop.” You sigh.

And he doesn’t.

-*-

“I didn’t abandon you.” You’re still in bliss after the moment you just shared. You had thought about this, fantasied, dreamed, imagined… every possible variation of what just happened. But it was still better. “I didn’t know the pirate had a 16k berries bounty. I thought it was 6k. I was going to take care of him, call it a day and meet you to collect the bounty.”

Zoro’s still, his chest still heaving slightly, sweat clinging sinfully to where your mouth had been moments ago.

“But then you left, thinking I betrayed you, without giving me a chance to explain before disappearing from my life.” Your legs are still shaking and aching. Zoro was brutal and intense. And you loved every second of it.

“Well that makes sense…” He says as his expression softens.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your disbelief makes you face him with a scowl and bared teeth.

“Look at how much fun we could’ve been having for four years instead of hating each other. My bad, I guess!” His cheeky grin only makes you seethe more and you scramble to your feet to collect your clothes and leave him there.

“Unbelievable! You’re an ass, Zoro.” You state as you open the hatch to leave him and his smugness behind.

“Meet me later?”

The blush spreads from your cheeks to your nose and then to your ears as you face him. If looks could kill, he’d be a dead man. You show him the middle finger before closing the hatch. “After dinner in this spot. Be naked and don’t be late. Asshole.”

Roronoa Zoro used to be a friend, then an enemy, then a Nakama… now you can’t deny all the fluttering in your belly when he looks at you. But the fluttering’s fine. You can live with that, it’s actually exhilarating.

It’s the frenzied beating of your heart that you have a problem with. That, and the clenching in your chest when you and Zoro gaze at each other.

That’s what scares you.

-*-

Dinner that evening is the tensest meal you’ve had on the Sunny since joining the crew. On the outside everything looks normal. Luffy is eating from everybody’s plate, Sanji is fawning over Nami, Robin and you, and Usopp is entertaining the table with how he single-handedly defeated one hundred marines in the fight you had earlier.

But every time you glance at Zoro, he’s pinning you under his gaze, an infuriating smirk lifting the corner of his lips as he downs an entire bottle of sake. You try your damn hardest to focus on the food in front of you instead of letting your mind revisit the most mind-shattering and intense moment of your life.

Nami asks if you’re alright and you weakly respond with a yes, saying that you’re just tired from the fight, but you don’t miss her curious expression when she catches the way Zoro is staring at you. Fuck. If he doesn’t stop doing that, he might as well wear a sign on his forehead saying you just had sex.

Bastard.

Zoro leaves first and after helping Sanji clear the plates - even if he vehemently refuses your help - you make your way up to the crow’s nest. You told Zoro to be waiting naked, but you’re actually having second thoughts. Has he forgiven you for what happened four years ago? Have you forgiven him for not even wanting to hear your explanations?

You’re not even sure if you’re friends, acquaintances, enemies or something else entirely. And that needs to be settled.

Taking a deep steadying breath before opening the hatch, you brace yourself for whatever is coming, but you can’t help a small squeak from escaping your lips as you see Zoro waiting for you, bare-chested, cross-legged and leaning up against the bars.

“You’re late, Backstabber.”

“Your pants are still on, Mr. Salty.”

He chuckles and the sound makes your heart skip a beat weirdly. Should you talk to Chopper about this? It seems like something you should worry about.

Zoro moves away from the bars and takes a step your way, that smug grin tilting his lips in an endearing way. “You want them off that bad?”

You take another step back, though your legs feel like jelly. “Smug asshole.”

He doesn’t answer you with a cheeky reply and his lips turn into a thin line again. That same closed-off expression he had when you first joined and now it seems like the step back you took was a step back in… whatever this is.

“Look…” He says your name while scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry. About the way things ended between us all that time ago. It seems silly to still be upset about it, especially now that you’ve explained yourself.”

You nod, agreeing and there’s a lightness to your chest that wasn’t there before. A sort of closure to that chapter of your lives, something you’ve carried with you even if you were unaware of it.

“Also,” he continues as he takes another step forward. This time you don’t back away. “About what I said the other day - about us not being Nakama - I didn’t mean it that way.” He sighs and reaches for your wrist, his touch surprisingly gentle. “I was just angry.”

“Are you still angry?” You ask, your breath catching slightly in your throat.

Zoro’s finger brushes the inside of your wrist, absentmindedly. “I don’t even know.” He lets out a sigh that resembles a grunt and tugs at your wrist, pulling you to him. “But I know I can’t go another day without you, let alone four years.”

Your heart skips another beat as his words sink in, and this time it continues to beat in this weird staccato rhythm. “Then don’t…” You finally murmur, pressing yourself against him, feeling the heat of his skin against your fingers.

He grins again, that shit-eating grin he used to give you back when things were still fine. “Good.” He drawls out as he pinches your chin and crashes his lips against yours in a desperate claim. His touch electrifies you and tingles in places it shouldn’t, lighting you up from within and making you feel more alive than ever.

-*-

Time passes and something shifts. The crew notices it since you bicker less. You’re pretty sure Nami and Robin know what is going on between the both of you, though they don’t say anything. But it should be a dead giveaway since you’re ‘training’ together now instead of sticking to your separate training schedule.

You still argue on a daily basis, though now there’s an underlying understanding that wasn’t there before. You’re not arguing out of past sorrows, hurt, or unresolved conflict. You’re arguing because it’s just your nature. And you notice that there’s something deeper in your connection. Those skipped beats of your heart, that fluttering in your belly… Those are all part of something far more intense that you don’t want to name yet. But you realise that there’s no rush in naming whatever you have. You have time.

Because Zoro might still call you ‘Backstabber’ with an annoyingly smug smirk, and you might call him ‘Mr. Salty’ with equal fervour now and again, but at the end of the day, you’re both exactly where you want to be: right beside each other.

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mageofseven · 2 years ago

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The Boys' Opinions on MC's Cat

I'm doing it!!! And the cat in question is specifically my little kitty man Beanie 🥰

Imma write how all of the Boys react to MC bringing him as her emotional support animal (and honest, after the first school year alone, they totally need one)

Who likes him, or loves him, or really really wishes they could kick this cute little asshole out of the house hehe~

So please enjoy reading and leaning about my sweet baby boy through the Boys' eyes~

But first! His history with me:

Beanie was a stray in my neighborhood who always seemed interested in me and my dog. Whenever I'd take Elsa on a walk, Beanie would sometimes follow us and occasionally lay right in front of us on the side walk just to drive my dog crazy (my dog isn't a fan of cats, something we believe is from her own time on the streets, but more on that in her own post!)

Eventually, he started coming up to our house to ask for food so we'd feed him. I even made a small house for him on my front porch to shelter him from the rain.

Eventually, it started to get cold as winter started to come and Beanie would try to sneak into our home.

My grandma, who is allergic to cats, was unsure about letting him inside at first, but as it got colder she couldn't help being okay with the sweet boy coming in "for the winter season only".

Flash forward about 4 years later and this cat is still chilling in the house with us 🥰

Beanie's other names: Beans, Baby Boy, Beanie-baby, Cat!!!! (Whenever he scratches the couch lol), The Vicious Scoundrel Unfit For Society (whenever he brings a poor dead mouse or baby bunny to the front door)

And lastly

Lord Beanards the First hehe 🥰

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Lucifer:

Oh devil, this man tried for so long to keep cats out of his house.

Cats could not truly be trained the way dogs can so he didn't want the unpredictable creatures in his house.

His brothers are chaotic enough; he didn't need this furry animal adding to it.

However, Diavolo has said this cat must be respected for legal reasons

And in truth...if any person truly needs an 'emotional support' animal (a human realm term he only now discovered), it would be the human that literally died to help his family once.

And so...he reluctantly accepts the arrogant creature into his home.

It's not always so bad; the cat sleeps more than Belphie does after all and that says a lot.

Once awake though, he is such menace.

Scratches at every couch and chair in the house

And whenever Lucifer tries lifting him up to unhook Beanie's claws from the couch, the cat makes a screeching sound more like a child opera star than an actual animal and jumps from his hands.

Despite his frustration with the cat, Beanie never seemed scared of the pride demon...

But made it his mission to see just how much he could get away with this new man.

Lucifer hides in his office more than ever

And even when his door is locked, some how the feline still finds a way inside.

How does he even do that??

(He slipped passed Luce when he stepped out to get coffee. Beanie is a little freaking ninja hehe)

Over all, does not like Beanie and prefers the cat to be outside.

Mammon:

Mammon is desperate for Beanie to like him.

But this dude is too loud for the cat's liking.

Plus, the greed demon has a little difficulty reading the cat's body language

And in result, has gotten bit and scratched many times.

Says he doesn't care about that 'stupid furball'

But in truth, this man's feelings are just hurt

And he keeps trying to get Beanie's approval regardless.

Despite all of this, Mammon is probably the brother most worried about Beanie going outside.

I mean yeah, the Devildom has their own stray cats, but they grew up here; those furballs were more aware of the dangers here and knew where not to wander to for the most part.

But the cat grew up a stray in the Human realm and refused to be confined so even if he tried to keep Beanie in, the sneaky boy still manages to slip out

And he's still okay so that's good at least.

Overall, likes the cat but struggles to bond with him.

Leviathan:

Nononononononono!!!!

Out of the room!! Go!! Shoo!

Beanie is always sneaking into his room and he hates it.

This cat jumps onto the shelves, will look Levi straight in his eyes as he gently paws at the figurines till they slid off the shelf.

And that wasn't even the worst offense!!!!

Beanie would paw at the glass tank, wanting to get to Henry the fish so badly!

Has literally tossed the cat out of his room

Just to sulk directly after, worried that he was too rough with Beanie.

You weren't! It's okay, Levi~

Overall, finds Beanie to be a nuisance, even if he is cute.

Satan:

Worships this cat harder than the Ancient Egyptians did.

Loves Beanie to death and enjoys the chaos he causes.

Probably the brother Beanie bonds with the most.

This man will literally put his book down or get out of bed in the middle of the night just to give this cat the attention he screams for at night.

Practically dies from happiness every time Beanie headbutts him.

Is very hurt that Beanie won't let him carry him, but respects the cat's boundaries.

Will even help MC makes sure the cat gets the meds for his breathing issues every day.

Poor Beanie sounds like he's choking without them and it scares the blonde 😥

Overall, loves Beanie to death, even outside of the cat annoying Lucifer~

Asmodeus:

Oh my devil!! He's too precious!!!

Takes daily pictures of Beanie to post online

And doesn't miss a single day without kissing the cat's head.

Finds the shedding Beanie does to be a bit annoying and dislikes when he uses his capped lipstick as a rolly toy

But overall, thinks Beanie is an adorable little addition to the family!

However, this man is scared of cat claws so he prefers Beanie not to sit on his lap or anything like that.

Along with Satan and MC, he is one of the brothers that spends time brushing the cat to limit the shedding

And luckily, Beanie finds being brushed more or less pleasant so this becomes the two's bonding time.

Overall, loves the cat but hates his claws.

Beelzebub:

Is neither a cat or dog person, but thinks both animals can be very sweet.

Doesn't have a lot to do with Beanie unless the cat jumps to sit next to him and then he'll scratch under his chin, just as the good boy likes.

Beel knows how to pet Beanie so good that the cat starts drooling and gives him love nips, which the gluttony demon doesn't mind.

This has Satan so jealous lol

Other than that, will try to help with Beanie's meals

And discovered that cat food isn't half bad 😅🤭

He also is usually the first person to let Beanie out when he's screaming at the front door in his demanding baby voice 💕

Overall, likes the cat pretty well, but never tries crowding the little guy like Satan, Asmo, and Mammon.

Belphegor:

Eh he's cute, I guess.

What? What else were you expecting?

Belphie does enjoy the cat's company though.

Loves when he wakes up to find Beanie in his arms or on his chest.

Honestly, this man has been looking for a new napping buddy.

Still, he prefers to let the cat come to him.

Knows that if Beanie wants his attention, the cat will not hesitate to make it very obvious.

Easily makes Mammon and Satan jealous with how much Beanie likes him and how effortless his relationship with the cat is.

Thinks those two make things more complicated than they need to be.

Just chill out and be good to the cat and the furry dude will handle the rest; it's really not that deep guys.

Overall, likes the little guy and likes having him as a nap buddy. Also loves seeing the cat drive Lucifer and Levi crazy.

Diavolo:

Loves when little Beanie visits!

In truth, Dia is more of a dog person just like Lucifer, but is far from immune to a cat's charm.

Doesn't fully understand how to properly interact with a cat, but enjoys the process of learning

No matter how many scratches or bites he gets 😅

Beanie shows him the ropes in no time though and the two become good friends!

Diavolo is very respectful to the feline and even keeps a jar of treats in his office for the cat's visits.

Eventually buys a little cat bed and sits it on his desk in hope it will entice the furbaby into sleeping next to him as he works.

And he does!!!

The prince couldn't stop smiling the entire day~

Unfortunately (for Barb), this man finds out about catnip and covers his entire office floor with the herb

Beanie was incredibly happy; Barb however, was not 😅

MC jokes that the prince is their cat's favorite drug dealer which honestly makes Dia really happy and proud.

Barb and Luce beg this man not to repeat this joke around others, but he fails to do so.

Overall, loves Beanie incredibly so and starts a new project to help the stray cats of the Devildom.

All because of the new furry friend that constantly breaks into his office 🥰

Barbatos:

Enjoys the cat's visits very much.

Beanie makes the butler's job much more enjoyable when he follows Barb around and keeps him company.

Only tried one time to scratch the furniture and the look in Barbatos's eyes was enough for the cat to carefully unhook himself from the thousand year old fabric of the chair and slowly back away from it.

Lucifer is almost tempted to beg the butler to show him his ways hehe.

Honestly, this cat listens to Barb to a degree that even shocks MC

'Cause like I thought you loved me, you little shit hehe

The cat is often right at the butler's heels and even when Beanie walks through the butler's legs as he walks, the man never trips.

The two are weirdly in sync and it's quite impressive to see.

He is also very, very happy when he discovers that the cat took down any mice or rats.

Beanie is a true kindred spirit indeed 🤭

Though he's not a fan of using his future vision, he occasionally does so he can look out for the cat and make sure he doesn't stray anywhere dangerous.

Overall, likes Beanie and does his part to make sure Baby Boy stays safe 🥰

Solomon:

Appreciates the little man and often finds him out on his nightly strolls

Sometimes he finds the poor cat in a fight with one of the Devildom's strays and gently separates them with his magick.

Has healed little bite marks on Beanie's ears so MC won't worry.

Soli is also the one who quietly cleans up the 'gifts' Beanie leaves in front of House of Lamentation so poor Asmo won't be upset in the morning.

Over all is good with the cat, but doesn't really interact or intervene unless Beanie or one of the HoL members needs him too.

Simeon & Luke:

Simeon finds the cat very sweet and enjoys watching Beanie sleep or wander around.

Luke's eyes went wide the moment he saw the black cat in HoL, but he made no move to touch or interact with him at first.

It takes a while for the child ease himself towards the rather aloof cat.

Eventually when Beanie is asleep on the couch, Luke quietly reached out and petted his fur.

He's so soft!

The little boy was so happy

Till Beanie woke up and swatted his hand away, causing a scratch on the little angel's hand.

It wasn't bleeding though and the act wasn't out of aggression; it was Beanie's way of giving a polite warning.

Simeon comforts the little boy (who is trying so hard to pretend his feelings weren't hurt, but his guardian knew better) and teaches Luke little things about a cat's body language.

Honestly, Luke learns a lot quicker than Mammon.

The child is still a bit hesitant with the cat, but thinks Beanie is still so cute.

The latter his guardian agrees with.

Simeon will sometimes buy treats for Luke to give to Beanie just to see the boy's eyes light up when the cat eats it from his hand.

Beanie is not just cute, but provides a bonding experience for the two angels.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me brothers #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me undateables

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diazpatcher · 8 months ago

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watching 7x07

starting the ep off with Maddie facing another reminder of doug is evil but real

the 118!!! Buck and Eddie working together to save the baby, something about that is so symbolic

ATHENA MOMY

God i hope that assholes dead. HE LEFT HER TO DIE??? god i hope he dies.

HENREN MOMMYS 🥰🥺 good of them to forbid tablets while eating so slay of them.

Henren actually fighting for Mara is so!! they want her to be save and okay 😭 also denny knowing is!!!

oh, Marisol, Eddie and Chris date is interesting.... Like what is,,, im hmmm. Chris my beloved<3

"not to late to leave her now" OKAY EDDIE

the WOMAN LOOKS LILE SHANON HOLY SHIT WE GOT FLASHBACKS????????? OMG IM!!!! EDDIE MY BABYGRL. "You okay you look like you've seen a ghost" Yeah duh cause he did.

Hen being sooooo careful with Mara and sharing with her without expecting anything back,,,, She is such a good mom 🥺🥺🥺 god i love henren as parents <3 also Denny is the best big brothers out there <3

i really hope they find Maras brother so that Henren can have 3 babys<3

the way maddie keeps tearing up but keeps it together because she has learned to live with her trauma!!!! and knows how to cope my sweet girl ❤️ but also the fact that she feels guilty😭

Oh, they separated Mara from her brother. Its so wrong. the father is a dick bag.

Ohhh the actor of the nurse is!! (dr. austin<3) he is still hot like he was in the resident.

"my husband tried to kill me. almsot succeeded" but he didnt because Maddie didn't give up !!! 🤧

Maddie facing Catherine, seeing what could've (what was her) been her. is insane to me. the storytelling. the parallels the emotions.

Ohhh eddies back to watch shanon 2.0. interessting. lmao he is so nervous help 😭 like a young boy facing his crush 😭💀 her humor!! the way they have the same actress act like shannon but not quiet like her is so !!! this episode is so cinematic i live it!!!

"girlfriend maybe?" "oh no, just me and my son" OH EDDIE what about Marisol. HMMM.... So so so interesting SHE GAVE HIM AN S SHAPED KEY CHAIN? SHANON.

Henren using the mommy and me Club to find Maras brother. The dad is a capital D dick. the mom is okay she gets it.

Maddie listening to the call again and again and again. is so... hmmm. her experience really is there! she knows something wasnt right.

"I have been the passenger in that car" oh. oh maddie 😭

STOP CHIM IS SUCH A LOVING HUSBAND SO SUPPORTIVE. I need someone like this fr fr.

oh the abusive man STALKED HER!!!!

oh Catherines mom 🥺 the pain she must be feeling. the horror.

Rick is so funny help. "Hi

EDDIE CHEATED?????? HELP WHAT THE FUCK. HE IS FUCKINZ HIS WIFES DOPPELGÄNGER WHILE HE IS IN A RELATIONSHIP????? OH THATS INTERESTING "catholic guilt to cheating pipeline" interesting. wait huh? is she not real? OH MY GOD. HE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT????? WHAT THE FUCK. what an interesting story line for Eddie.

The abuser having a wife that ran from him, makes me think. hes looking for a new mother. similar to maybe the way Eddie is looking for a new mom for Chris?. maybe something about obssesing about the wrong thing? 👀 (not that Eddie is the same amount of creep as Kyle)

Maddie you're a genius. the way she KNEW that he was gonna be in the park? slay.

Rick desprately trying to find him. I love him.

the 118, injured man with a gun.... hm..... that has never gone well for them. Chimney!!!! OH THE WAY THAT MAN SAVED THE BABY!!!!

"THENA this is the guy!!!" BUCK AND HIS MOMMY<33333

wow this ep was a Rollercoaster, i love it.

oh the guilt Catherines feeling is, is omg. my heart breaks. BOBBY WITH THE BABY STOOOOOP HE IS SO DAD SHAPED 😭

NASH, OH GOD THE THEORY IS REAL. AMIR KNOWS BOBBY FROM MINNESOTA IDK WHO SAID IT BUT YOU WERE RIGHT!!!!!

the mom coming bye with Maras brother😭 what a kind hearted woman i love her 😭

OH THE WAY TYSON RAN INTO HER ARMS 😭😭😭 IM SOBBING

BUCK YOU SEXY MAN. OH BuckleyDiaz family dinner🥰🥰🥰 oh oh no:( Buck is on babysitting dinner 🥹 missed that!!!!

Maddie finally finally being at peace with her past🥹

BABY JEE 🥹 but shes not a lil baby anymore 😭😭😭

oh Chim looks so proud at Maddie.

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE EDDIE IS ON A DATE WITH SHANNON 2.0.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 spoilers #911 season 7

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 1 year ago

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Oooo for the ask game 1, 5, 21, and 22 for Yuno please Laura 🥰?

Certainly Lyra!

Why do you like or dislike this character?

Well, I like that Yuno is there to give Asta the rivalry theme, and the fact that they drive each other forward. And I like that Yuno is there for the character development, but... that being said, I feel that Yuno himself is a somewhat poorly written character. (I know that he's one of the characters that you like the most, and I fully support you with finding Yuno as one of your faves, I hope you know that <3) But from where I'm standing, his ... most notable character traits seem to be "I gain character XP without doing anything" and "my only facial expression is -_-". And I think that fanfic does his characterization far better than canon (I mean, fans actually give him emotions?! And show that not everything is quite so simple)

I remember seeing a post/claim... a couple years ago, where someone stated that Yuno was initially planned to be killed off quite early on, and it was supposed to contribute to Asta's character growth, but because... he was... popular (?) Tabs decided to keep him around. Which... would honestly explain why he's just kinda there, and doing things that other characters don't get around to, I suppose (acting as a kind of a plot shield).

He's The Cool Character(tm) in BC, but it makes him rather one dimensional in my eyes.

Feel free to disagree with me, but Yuno, as he is presented in canon, isn't particularly interesting imo. He's just kinda there, and keeps gaining insane level ups with minimal effort (or effort that we just don't see, partly because he's technically not one of the MCs)

5. What’s the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Hmm... "walk into the valley of kings" and planning on becoming the kind of them all (wk)

21. If you’re a fic writer and have written for this character, what’s your favorite thing to do when you’re writing for this character? What’s something you don’t like?

Honestly, my favourite thing to do with him, is showcase his internal monologue and emotions. He's not a verbal guy, so things are mainly showcased through actions, which creates an interesting dynamic from a writing pov. And, technically there's a lot of freedom for creating his internal monologue, because his personality traits are vague, aside of "he used to be a crybaby as a toddler, and since then he forgot how to emote because he concentrated on Being Cool". He has a lot of emotions, but he just doesn't show them a lot of the time. It's up to the writer to show them. In a strange way, it's kinda like writing for Fue, because Fue basically doesn't smile in canon either. But Yuno is even less expressive.

The thing that I don't like, it the... impression people seem to have that he's supposed to be mean and OP all the time. Like, sure, he's a bit cocky at times, but I don't think that he even realises that he is being (quite so) cocky. And... is it really "sticking it to the man" if you are in your opinion just stating facts and not trying to stick anything into anything? I'm not sure.

22. If you’re a fic reader, what’s something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don’t like?

Basically, I like reading him as a balanced character. So, give him emotions, give him struggles (internal or external), give depth of character, without emphasizing how he's "such a bad boy rebel who'll stick it in your face just because he can and is so cool!" And on the flip side, obviously, I don't like reading fics where he's... well, basically an asshole, especially if the character (or reader) he's talking to is supposed to be dating Yuno. Like... he's not a malicious person.

#yuno grinberryall #black clover #Lyra #wifey #yami's biker chick

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unhingedselfships · 1 year ago

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LINK TO GAME

🌍Adventurecore🌎 ~ If you could take your F/O anywhere in real life, where would you take them?

Literally anywhere. I would go anywhere with this man, as long as I could be with him.

🛍️Barbiecore🛍️ ~ Show us your favorite outfit that your F/O has worn!

I have posts about this already lol.

🖕Bastardcore🖕 ~ Are there any “flaws” of your F/O that you find endearing?

Uh. I really shouldn’t like that he’s a man-child, highly manipulative, serial killer with mommy(?) issues, but here we are.

🌳Cabincore🌳 ~ You and your F/O are enjoying a weekend in nature. How do you spend it?

Attempting to camp! Then giving up, renting a cabin, and enjoying nice hikes that end with us in a very pleasant actual bed.

📖Dazecore📖 ~ What would you say is your F/O’s biggest passion (outside of you, of course 🥰)?

Murder? I’m kidding. Guns, knives, cooking. Probably.

😱Expressionism😱 ~ Describe to us exactly how your F/O makes you feel! Or, for a twist, describe how you make your F/O feel! Or do both!

Oh lort its a lot. Tired, frustrated, annoyed, happy, content, safe, comfortable, satisfied. He exhausts me but I wouldn’t trade him for anything.

I couldn’t really speak for Kenshi, except I know he needs me too, and that he is… a bit conflicted, about the nature of our relationship. But then, feelings in general confuse him so.

🖤Femme Fatale🖤 ~ What, in your opinion, is your F/O’s greatest achievement?

Look at all that emotional and character growth!

🔍Film Noir🔍 ~ Are there any questions about your F/O that you’d like to see their source answer?

So many. I’m working on wearing the creator down!

🪨Groundcore🪨 ~ What would your F/O do if you became a worm?

Bruh idefk. Let me ask.

Apparently, per Word of Creator, in character, he would step on me and crush me. Now we know how he really feels lmfao.

📝Hipness Purgatory📝 ~ If your F/O drew you, how would it turn out?

… I actually know nothing of the man’s art skills. I’ll need to investigate. Will report back.

Ok so update! He has no art skills but he does have steady hands. So it would be a vaguely Kimi-ish human shape with a "sorry" speech bubble because she apologizes all the time.

💾Internet Academia💾 ~ How did you discover your F/O or their source?

I stopped being intimidated by Majimemegoro and interacted and then BAM. Shit happened.

🚎Joyride🚎 ~ How would a road trip with your F/O, friends/associates, and you go?

Depends on which friends/associates. But probably not too terribly? Probably? Kenshi loves to drive, Kimi loves to ride. They'll trade aux/Bluetooth control. Lots of pee breaks for Kimi that he'll pretend to be annoyed about. So many snacks. They'll definitely take a rental so she doesn't get crumbs in his car.

🪁Kidcore🪁 ~ Tell us about the earliest memory you can remember with your F/O!

Meeting him at a Tojo Clan party! Incidentally it was my introduction to basically everyone. He was one of a very few that spoke English and the only one not being an asshole to me!

(Childhood Friends AU, we meet when I find him crying in the corner of a park and I drag him home with me! What a cutie!)

🎧Lo-Fi🎧 ~ Let’s say your F/O is up late working on something. How do you support them, or how do you get them to go to bed?

Depends on how focused he is but generally he can be coaxed into bed with cuddles. Otherwise I keep him stocked in smokes, snacks, and water. He handles his own alcohol. I miiiiight bring him coffee. Maybe.

🎮Nintencore🎮 ~ Create a Pokémon team for your F/O!

This one’s tough. Do I make a team I think actually represents him, or one he would have? I’ll try for both. Majimeme can weigh in perhaps. I can say there would be absolutely NO dog types lmfao.

(Should I do a team for Kimi too?)

Team One

Muk - reference to the environmental impact of the factories Sneasel - a sneaky ambush type attacker Murkrow - bearer of misfortune Mimikyu - tell me this isn’t Kadokura in pokemon form. lonely, but watch out! Porygon-Z - science! technology! the future! Garbodor - majimemegoro insists he’s trash so….

Team Two

Sudowoodo - trees! nature! conservation! Ursaring - mountain village vibes, Hokkaido energy Abomasnow - Hokkaido, snow, do I need to explain? Sawsbuck - more nature shit Gothita - he has no idea what this thing is but it’s cute and it makes Mio happy so whatever Pangoro - “Kimberly this feels racist” “hush it markets well”

🐕Petcore🐕 ~ What animal reminds you of your F/O?

He’s known as a Coyote. He often acts a bit like a cat. Is there an intersection to be found there?

🍷Red Academia🍷 ~ What’s your favorite fun-fact about your F/O?

SPOILERS hehe

💤Sleepycore💤 ~ What is it like going to bed with your F/O? How do they sleep?

He’s clingy. Bad nights he takes a ton of pills and good luck waking his ass. Worst nights, night terrors, although those are pretty rare.

#ask game answered #KimiKura

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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Ive just been revived from the dead.

Ive missed cutesy fics and johnny fics ❣️

“I mean, he’s not your boyfriend Y/N.” Doyoung, always too blunt for his own good, says and it makes a groan escape your chest as you let your head fall onto Yerim’s shoulder in a painful thud.

NGL I THOUGHT DOYOUNG WAS THE BLUNT ASSHOLE but he was just the blunt friend and i respect that canon

“Too bad,” Doyoung says, looking directly into your eyes “He’s not yours so just let it go!”

🤐😶😗🍵👌 he really pullin no stops

“Hush, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of a cute guy.”

HIHIHIHIHIHI

You know him, you’d be a fool if you didn’t. He’s what some would call a country club celebrity with how he’s gained recognition for being the best singles tennis player and for his last name being on the front of the building. His family photos are littering the hallways, a particularly precious photo of him as a kid with a half melted ice cream cone is situated on the front door of the child care center.

AWWWWWWW GIRL GETCHU A SUGAR DADDY RIGHT NOWWWWWWWWW

“I’ll take a vodka soda with extra lime whenever you find the time.” He smiles at you again and you actually feel your knees buckling at his kindness.

“I just-“ He says, removing his hand to play with the branded cocktail napkin under his glass, “sometimes they actually put me to work around here and I know how small your staff is.”

I want him

He smirks at your offense before continuing, “We wouldn’t have met if you didn’t work here, and I don’t know about you, but I’m quite enjoying your company.”

MAXIMUM RIZZZZZZ

“I’m Johnny.”

HI JOHN HOW ARE YOU TODAY

“My favorite customer walked in.” You say, cheeky smile on your face as you look dead into his eyes from beneath your eyelashes.

Me asf 😍😍😍😍😍😍

“Let’s go swimming tonight!” He whisper shouts.

🥰🥰🥰🥰😊🥰🥰 EVEN IF I DROWN

The view is great, you must add. His t-shirt has ridden up a bit exposing a small sliver of his midriff and seeing him use his height so smoothly is making you feel weak in the knees. You can’t help it, you’re drunk and a very attractive man is being just so manly in front of your eyes.

“Tennis, baby.” He says, exaggerating his point by mimicking a down swing, hand dipping below the water and splashing up at you again.

🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 he's such a man👎👎👎👎 still want him

You’re a simple girl with simple emotions and simple responses to those emotions. So what do you do at this realization?

Lmao me we RONNNN 🏃💨💨💨💨💨💨

You tried to speak to Doyoung, but he had told you that your credits for emotional support friend had run out for the month, so that was a bust.

CRYING I MEAN GOOD FOR HIM HES NOT A THERAPIST MEJEJNNE

Y/N: can i come over tn? i wanna hang out.

“Hey, babe.” He says and invites you into the now quiet home. You follow him down the dark hallway until you finally see on your left is a living room full of 6 men, all splayed out on different mismatched pieces of furniture, some MMA fight playing on the TV. The stale scent of marijuana lingers in the air, reinforced by the big blue and green water marble design bong on the coffee table.

Why are you like this

“Boring, but okay.” Is all he says before grabbing you by your hand and leading you to lie down on his bed.

🎉🧍 hes so cocky and fuck shut the fuck up why are you hot fuck you i hate men

Although you just had the best orgasm of your life, the post-nut clarity is hitting you like a bus, his hands feeling too foreign around your body, now suddenly hyper aware of the smeared remains of cum on your back drying down.

POST NUT CLARITY HAS ME GAGGGGGGIIIIINNGGGGG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭⚰️🌼

“I don’t want you to leave,” he lies and you can see right through it with the way his arms are slowly letting go of you, and how he won’t look you in the eyes.

Read: 2:46AM

🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢

Johnny looks away from you and back out to the sunset, “Nah, he really really is. You’re a catch.”

THEN CATCH ME I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU

Johnny takes a pause before speaking an unwelcome comment, “You need a guy that’ll stick around and dick you down.”

That's a lot of talking about and not nearly as much doing

“Like... me. I’m offering myself up. Only if you want, I mean.”

When he picks you up, and tosses you lightly down on his plush leather sofa, you notice something. The absence of purple lights. When Johnny later picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, you make another note. A bed with a bed frame and headboard.

lifestyles of the rich and famous

Your coworkers are really tired of hearing you pine over a guy who doesn’t want you, so they decide it’s finally time to do something about it. Thankfully the hot young son of the country club’s owner just walked in the door and sat at your bar.

main pairing: rich boy!johnny suh x bartender!reader

minor pairing: fuckboy!jaehyun x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, slight angst !!MDNI!!

length: 8k

warnings: adults having sex, smoking weed, drinking alcohol, vaping, jaehyun is a lying fuckboy

net tags: @kflixnet @neowritingsnet

if you repost or translate my work i’ll feed you to the metaphorical sharks (aka angry tumblr writers)

You’re a simple girl with simple desires, you like to think. You’re not demanding, nor are your dating requirements long or difficult to meet.

So when the guy you’ve been seeing for a couple of weeks decides that now of all times is the most appropriate time to begin speaking to you with short responses and leave you on read for hours on end, you’re pissed.

So much so that you feel validated enough in your desire to tell him off to your friends/coworkers but they seem to have differing opinions.

“Thanks, Doyoung.” You say, speech mumbled against Yerim’s cotton polo uniform.

“You need a rebound. Let this inconsistent and slimy motherfucker go.” Yerim says and you hum in response, still leaning into her shoulder from your position behind her back.

“I don’t want another guy, I want Jaehyun.”

You’re startled into standing up straight by the reverberating banging sound of a hand coming into contact with the metal table separating you two from Doyoung.

“Too bad,” Doyoung says, looking directly into your eyes “He’s not yours so just let it go!”

You stare back with wide eyes and Yerim interjects, turning to lean against the table behind her and face you.

“He’s right, babe. It’s time to let him go. You don’t deserve to be led on like this.” Yerim says with her usual gentle tone of voice and you frown, looking down at the ugly shoes your boss forces you to wear behind the bar.

“You’re right. You’re both right.” You say, turning to give Doyoung your scariest look, “You’re incredibly cruel about it, but you’re right.”

—

Sure, your friends may have been right about your need to leave Jaehyun in the dust and move on to bigger and better things but you’re weak and never claimed not to be.

That’s why you choose to spend the last five minutes of your thirty minute break in the corner of the staff restroom taking and then deleting what feels like fifty Snapchat pictures.

Emerging from the restroom you’re immediately faced with Yerim with her arms crossed across her chest, staring you down in the way that communicates that she knows exactly what you were just getting up to.

“Either you just took the fattest shit of your life, or you were just texting Jaehyun.”

You don’t respond, brushing your shoulder on hers to pass her and clock back in.

—

With your last customer served her jack and coke, you decide it’s finally time to check your phone again. Forty five minutes is enough time for a man to come to his senses, open your Snapchat, and respond with an overly enthusiastic compliment and apology for being so unavailable, right?

Before you can even allow your phone to scan your face, it’s being snatched out of your hand.

“What the fuck!” You exclaim, hand chasing Yerim’s in an unattractive and unsuccessful flail.

“No, you aren’t doing this.” She chastises with one finger pointing at you. She’s somehow slipped your phone to somewhere you can’t spot it with a quick scan of your eyes up and down her now apron-clad body.

“You can have it back after your shift.” She says and you roll your eyes at her, leaning your hip uncomfortably into the short fridge behind the bar.

“Come on Yerim, that’s in three hours. What if he responds and asks me to hangout? That won’t be nearly enough time to get ready and by then he will have made other plans and-“ you ramble your embarrassing train of thought.

“Hush, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of a cute guy.”

You frown, arms crossing your chest as you follow Yerim’s line of sight to a bar stool behind you currently taken by oh- an extremely attractive guy with long brown hair tucked behind his ears. He’s waiting patiently for... well, you.

“Go serve him.” She says once you whip your head back over to face her again.

“Fuck.” You groan, grabbing your sanitizing towel and pretending to wipe down the bar in an act of stubborn defiance to Yerim and procrastination.

His father owns the country club, and he is much cuter in person than he is in his old family photos. He doesn’t visit your bar ever, so you’re intrigued to know why he’s here.

“Oh,” Yerim says stepping into your bubble and combing her fingers through your knotted hair, “go fix your hair first.” She says and you roll your eyes, hand blindly grasping at your back pocket in search of your cell phone.

“Here,” she says, handing you her bulky iPhone with some Sanrio phone case, “go in the back.” You roll your eyes again at her mistrust of you before following her orders, quickly rushing into the kitchen and pulling up her front camera to inspect your appearance.

Emerging from the kitchen, you feel a pair of eyes on you immediately and you look right back, making unexpected eye contact with the handsome man who’s been waiting. You flash him your brightest customer service smile before rushing over to stand across from him at the bar.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he waves you off in dismissal of your apology before smiling at you, “what can I get for you?”

He’s still smiling a very polite smile, his eyes shining with kindness and it makes you weak in the knees. Working at a country club comes with a lot of perks, but those perks were bought with a price. The price being dealing with the type of people that belong to a country club, the rudest and most stuck up wealthy people in your town. You don’t meet people like him so often, genuinely kind people.

“I’ll take a vodka soda with extra lime whenever you find the time.” He smiles at you again and you actually feel your knees buckling at his kindness.

“Premium or well?” You respond out of habit, your brain fogging with his presence. He shoots you an unbelievable look that makes you both laugh. Forgoing an immediate response, you shake your head and scoff at yourself when you grab a glass to pour ice into.

“Top shelf, duh, sorry again.” You apologize as you press the sparkling water button on your soda gun.

“Stop apologizing so much!” He says and you look up from his drink to catch his kind eyes staring back at you in a way that makes you want to blush.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” You say, now in front of him situating the lime wedge on the side of his glass.

He takes a sip before responding. “I just know how understaffed you are.”

You lean an elbow up on the bar, “I didn’t know it was that obvious.” Your cheeks flare up with another blush.

“It isn’t!” He clarifies, hand coming down to grab at your forearm in reassurance. You ignore sparks that shoot from his contact with your skin.

“I just-“ He says, removing his hand to play with the branded cocktail napkin under his glass, “sometimes they actually put me to work around here and I know how small your staff is.”

You hum, pensive frown on your face as you look around. You are short staffed.

“So what work do they make you do?” You tease, not really wanting this conversation to end.

“Dad tries to put my accounting degree to work by making me do our books every once in a while, but more recently he’s got me planning for the new garden. As if I would know anything about landscaping.”

You laugh at his charming joke, taking a moment just to steal a quick once over his appearance. He’s wearing a blue polo with some brands insignia stitched onto the breast pocket, a watch you’re assuming is very expensive from a luxury brand on his right wrist, and a tennis racket cover placed on the barstool next to him. He’s handsome, of course, with his kind eyes and long brown hair tucked behind his surprisingly pierced ears.

“Well I’ve been a bartender since college. So I wish I could be of more assistance, but I can’t offer any help.” You quip with a sigh and he smiles back.

“You have your degree, huh? What’re you doing here?” You find it charming that he’s actually engaging you in conversation.

“All I said was that I was in college, not that I finished.” You say, slight embarrassment lacing your voice.

“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t finish.” He says and you shoot him a look urging him on to explain further.

He smirks at your offense before continuing, “We wouldn’t have met if you didn’t work here, and I don’t know about you, but I’m quite enjoying your company.”

A blush creeps it’s way up your neck, a coy expression on your face as your head drops down to stare at the sanitization bucket behind the bar.

“Gotta go, I have a tennis lesson in fifteen.” He says, standing and taking another sip of his drink.

“See you around.” He says with a final look and you nod, waving him off.

No more than 30 seconds after you watch his tall figure leave the restaurant, you see him slowly jogging back towards the bar.

“What’s your name?” He says, wrist resting on the back of the barstool opposite of you.

With a grin you tell him your name and he replies with a warm smile.

“I’m Johnny.”

“Nice to meet you, Johnny.” Your voice light with affection.

He nods at you, reaching into his wallet and digging out a five dollar bill, throwing it on the bar and ignoring your shouts of protest as he leaves the restaurant for the final time.

Later that evening when you check your phone after Yerim slides it at you from across the bar, you notice that Jaehyun still hasn’t opened your photo.

Surprisingly, though, you don’t care nearly as much as you expected to; with the thoughts of a very tall and handsome tennis player in the back of your mind.

—

Johnny comes by a lot more often after your first interaction, and you’re just a little too aware to pretend like you don’t know what for. He comes in, same bashful smile on his face as always, sits down, waits patiently for your attention, spends at least an hour or two chatting with you, and then leaving a five dollar bill on the bar.

Today’s no different, except that it’s been 98 hours since Jaehyun last spoke to you and you’re feeling antsy for attention.

“Johnny, hi!” You chirp out, leaping up out of your stool to walk over to the same section of the bar he always sits at.

“Someone’s a happy girl.” He snickers as he sits down.

“Yes she is, how did you know?” You tease, teeth sinking into your top lip.

“So what’s the good news? What’s got you so happy?” He says, smile painting his face. He thinks you’re cute.

“My favorite customer walked in.” You say, cheeky smile on your face as you look dead into his eyes from beneath your eyelashes.

He pretends to be touched, as his hand flies up to press against his chest in an overly dramatic way that makes you laugh and drop your flirty act.

“I have a proposal for you.” He leans in, eyes sparkling.

“What is it?” You blush.

“Let’s go swimming tonight!” He whisper shouts.

You tilt your head in confusion when you look up at him, “the pool closed at 4.”

“Not when you fucking own the pool, Y/N!” He leans in, eyes anticipating.

He’s so cute this way, and it feels really nice to be wanted when you’ve been getting ignored so obviously by the man you think you want.

It’s a no brainer.

“Let’s go!” You say after rolling your eyes and Johnny stands up on the foot bar of the stool, hands up in the air in victory.

You giggle as you swat a dry towel at his now exposed lower torso to encourage him to sit back down. Once he’s sat, he clears his throat and looks around with wide eyes in fake suspicion, and it just makes you laugh harder. For a moment your eyes meet as you two laugh, and it forces the butterflies in your belly to awaken and flutter in their cage.

He seems to have felt the moment shift too, as his smile falters for a second before going back to his wide grin.

“I’ll be back when you’re done.” Johnny says, grabbing his drink, tossing a five dollar bill on the bar, winking, and then quickly exiting the bar.

Two hours later, the bar is absolutely dead with zero customers in sight. You still have ten minutes to go of your shift, yet you’ve already completed all of your closing duties, just sitting by and waiting.

“Damn, what did you do to everyone?” The familiar voice shouts from the entrance of the bar and you smile. Finally, you think.

“You’re early, I still have a couple minutes to go.” You pout as he approaches the bar.

“Seriously? But nobody’s here. Let’s just go.” He draws out the ‘o’ sound, leaning his tall body over the bar to get in your face.

“Johnny, I’m not breaking two staff rules tonight.” You wave him off and he lets out a humph sound as he sits.

A mischievous smile then moves over his face as he opens a wallet, and hands you a twenty dollar bill.

You grab it between your pointer and middle finger and eye him suspiciously, “What’s this for?”

He smiles even wider, he’d wanted you to ask. “I wanna buy my favorite bartender a drink on the last ten minutes of her shift. Is that okay?”

You smile, waltzing over to the cash register and opening a tab. If Johnny wants you to enjoy your evening, who are you to stop him from making that happen?

Forty minutes and two more drinks downed, the two of you are finally tip toeing down the cobblestone path to the pool deck.

Johnny looks over his shoulder at you with a playful glint in his eyes as he hushes you.

“Whatever happened to ‘there is no closing time, I own the place!’?” You chastise, weak fists coming in contact to the back of his shoulder.

“I- oh shit,” he says, arm flying out to stop you in your tracks, but of course you drunkenly stumble right into his arm anyways.

He’s got a focused look on his face, and his chin is tilted up as if he’s listening out for someone. The coast is clear, obviously, when Johnny begins walking now with you two side by side.

“I may have fibbed about the no rules thing.” You roll your eyes at him in the dark. Of course he lied about it, you wouldn’t be here sneaking around after sundown if he wasn’t.

“No fucking shit.” you snap, but quickly dissolve into drunk giggles when he makes an offended face at you. He’s been doing that a lot lately, making you laugh uncontrollably and feel giddy like a little girl with a crush.

“Gimme your jacket.” Johnny says and you frown, immediately shaking your head no. The evening breeze is just a little too cold for your liking.

“Come on, I gotta get the gate open.” He whines, gesturing towards the locked gate in front of you.

With another frown on your drunk face, you shimmy your athletic jacket off your shoulders and hand it to Johnny, who quickly grabs the jacket by the two arm holes creating a makeshift hook. He uses his height to his advantage (and frankly, for your visual enjoyment) to lean over the gate and Macgyver the door to open with one swift pull of the jacket over the stem of the door handle.

When the door pops open, you let out a squeal of excitement and he laughs, pushing the door open for you to step in before him.

“So that tiny fib about no rules really was a big fib, huh?” You tease as you strip off the oversized tee shirt you were using as a coverup.

It takes him a moment to respond, he’s a little distracted by the sight of your body to have heard your teasing remark.

“I— uh, sorry?” He says, bashful smile on his face as he strips out of his own tank top, and approaches you with a flirty smile on his face.

He’s close enough to touch you, but he doesn’t, and that makes your breath catch in your throat. He’s got a look on his face that you don’t recognize, and that bothers you a bit, but you brush it off.

You’re the first to run away and plunge into the deep end of the pool, your ears filling with the roaring sound of your body splitting the previously still water. Before you even have the chance to notice the cool water causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, Johnny’s jumping in after you, sending suffocating waves in your direction.

You squeal again, swatting the water towards him when he resurfaces, and running away towards the shallow end so you can stand on your flat feet.

He follows you, of course he does, and soon enough he’s standing in front of you with his whole upper body exposed above the water. You aren’t sure how you’ve never taken long enough to notice his height before, but it’s definitely on your radar now.

“Hey.” He smiles down at you, droplets of water dripping down from where they had collected on the end of his long dark hair.

“Hi,” you whisper up at him. The tension from before is here again as you stare up at him. Like before, he’s close enough to touch you, and you desperately want to feel his hands on your waist, but he doesn’t. Too afraid of what this would mean, of where you are now and where things may be going.

Fuck, you think, you might like Johnny.

You’re a simple girl with simple emotions and simple responses to those emotions. So what do you do at this realization?

Well, you splash him right in his stupid handsome face, of course.

He retaliates almost immediately by stepping back and splashing you with far more aggression than you did with him.

“Hey, you’re not playing fair!” You scream as you swat blindly at the water, too afraid to open your eyes and get water in them. You’ve already got a mouth full of chlorine from the laughing you’re doing, you don’t want the stinging feeling in your eyes too.

“You started it!” He shouts from the other side of the pool, not letting up, even for a moment, for you to breathe.

“Truce! Truce!” You call out over the noise, stumbling over your own feet below the water, gently floating back until your upper back is resting against the cold and hard concrete edge of the pool.

He begins to laugh when he sees your panicked face, moving in closer to you to tease you up close.

“Man, you fucking destroyed me. How can someone be good at splashing water?” You exclaim, defeated.

A smile is still on his face as he slowly takes a couple extra steps into your space.

“Tennis, baby.” He says, exaggerating his point by mimicking a down swing, hand dipping below the water and splashing up at you again.

You let out a screech, “I called a truce!”

He just chuckles, hands coming up in defense as he steps in closer with a playful look on his face. His eyes dip down to the cleavage exposed by your bikini top, only for a moment, before flicking up to look into your (still panicked) eyes.

He doesn’t say anything as he reaches his destination, toes almost touching below the water. His hands come up on either side of you to rest on the edge of the pool, your faces nearly inches apart. If the cold water of the pool hadn’t cooled you off so much, you’d be blushing like crazy. Your heartbeat does pick up again as he looks down at you.

Is he about to kiss you? He looks like he wants to, and you aren’t sure if you’d have the willpower to stop him if he tried.

Jaehyun crosses your mind at that moment. Sure, you aren’t official, but you think you'd like to be. How would he feel knowing you’re having a late night crime date with the wealthy son of your boss?

With the unmistakable look of want that flashes across Johnny’s eyes, you feel yourself begin to crumble. If you had wanted your brain to go back to Jaehyun in this moment you aren’t sure you’d be able to, too entranced under Johnny's spell. How can you still smell his woody cologne even after he got wet? Maybe that’s just his natural scent. The prospect of that being true sparks a fire of desire in your belly.

He’s leaning in now, figuring he had given you enough opportunities to push him off and away from you.

Of course, as if the universe is sending you a message, you hear another voice pierce through and pop the bubble you’ve created with Johnny.

“Hey, what’s going on in there!”

—

You haven’t been able to get last night off your mind, pulling all of your best distraction techniques out.

You tried to speak to Doyoung, but he had told you that your credits for emotional support friend had run out for the month, so that was a bust. You had tried to focus on work, but today was slow with the weekend just around the corner. You had even resorted to scrolling on Instagram, but then an ad for a pool cleaning company had come up, and your brain went straight back to the almost-kiss that you and Johnny nearly shared.

You hadn’t tried one thing though, but you think it would be a pretty shitty method.

Fuck it, you think, Johnny had left you wanting the company of a warm body and you know just the person to text.

Y/N: hey

Y/N: its been a min

You sit anxiously, biting at your freshly done manicure. This was one way to get your mind off of him, overwhelming anxiety and anticipation.

Jaehyun: ik lol sorry. u kno how work gets

Thank God, you think as you type out your next message.

Y/N: can i come over tn? i wanna hang out.

He responds almost immediately. He knew exactly what you were asking him for.

Jaehyun: ya. see u then ;)

Having the plans solidified with Jaehyun doesn’t feel the way you had originally thought they would, a sneaking feeling of guilt coming up over you.

What’s gotten into you? It’s almost as if you’ve forgotten who you’re pursuing.

It’s still Jaehyun, right?

It must be, since he’s the guy who you’ve been going out with for weeks, and have cried endless tears over. Johnny is just a friend. A friend who almost kissed you last night, but ultimately just a friend. You shouldn’t feel guilty for continuing to pursue Jaehyun, he’s the guy you want.

At least that’s what you tell yourself.

—

The sky is dark when you finally pull up to parallel park in front of Jaehyun’s house. You’re nervous for some reason, your palms slick against your steering wheel. It’s even more embarrassing that you didn’t have time after work to change, so you’re sitting in your usual white tennis skirt and club branded polo shirt.

You can hear shouts when you first approach the door, the noise startling you so bad you question if going inside is even the right choice. You decide the best call is to just text him that you’ve arrived.

Almost immediately after you hit send, you hear a loud hushing sound and a voice whisper-shout, “Shut the fuck up! Haechan, shut the fuck up. I have someone at the door.” and then a chorus of teasing “ooh”’s from the other voices.

It makes you smile at the boyish charm of Jaehyun caring, and that’s how he finds you when he opens the door. He’s barefoot and wearing grey sweatpants and a white tee shirt with a stretched out neckline from years of wear. His hair is wet, and his eyes are drooping like he had been smoking.

“We’ll be in my room.” Jaehyun addresses the crowd, and a loud response of ooh’s and laughter get thrown in your direction. Jaehyun pushes you gently towards the hallway to the right of you, and you hear snickering from Jaehyun and more hushed whispers.

“Ignore them, they’re fucking weird.” Jaehyun whispers in your ear from behind. You can’t help but agree, but wonder if he has the self awareness to know that he’s acting just as weird as they are.

His room looks exactly how you expected it to, with a king sized mattress sitting atop a tall box spring on the floor directly adjacent to the door, a dresser across from the bed with some Netflix show quietly playing on the large TV. There’s purple LED lights stuck unevenly to the perimeter of the walls.

From the moment that the door is shut and locked, his hands are low on your hips. Your heartbeat picks up in speed at the contact, turning around to face him.

“Hi.” He says, smug smile on his face as he leans down to kiss you. It’s a gentle peck, and it makes a blush creep up and land on your cheeks. You hope the dim lighting hides your color.

“Hey, it’s been a while huh?” You jab, hands coming up to rest the palms of your hands against his firm pecs. You can feel his heartbeat through your left hand, it’s steady and slow cadence contrasting to your fast and hard heartbeat.

He raises one eyebrow at you, his hand trailing down to grab at your ass, “Come on baby,” he growls out before nudging his way into your neck to press a warm kiss to the space next to your carotid artery. “Don’t be like that. You know I’m busy.”

You melt at the feeling of his tongue poking out and licking a small stripe up your neck, sucking in the skin immediately after.

Confusingly, Johnny crosses your mind, and the idea of him seeing you with a hickey on your neck embarrasses you so bad that you tell Jaehyun not to mark you.

“Boring, but okay.” Is all he says before grabbing you by your hand and leading you to lie down on his bed.

You’re putty in his hands the moment he has you both naked. His skillful hands, mouth, and dick take you down like you’ve never been taken before. You’ve never moaned that loud or experienced such pleasure at the hands of a man. It’s so good, it makes you wonder why you didn’t do this earlier, but then you remember that he’s never invited you over before.

He’s never wanted you here before now. That must mean something, right? That he waited until after you had already gotten to know one another before having sex with you?

That means he likes you and wants to take you seriously, right?

In the afterglow of your orgasm, your head lies uncomfortably on Jaehyun’s bare chest. You make quiet and unfamiliar chit chat with Jaehyun until you’ve both caught your breaths.

“Hey, uh, I hate to be that guy but I have a really early meeting at work tomorrow so,” he says, cold hands tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Oh,” is all you say, suddenly feeling far too embarrassed of your naked body in front of the man, “do you want me to leave?”

He just frowns and takes a moment to read the look between your eyes before sighing loudly and looking away, his focus now taken by Money Heist playing on the TV near the foot of his bed.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he lies and you can see right through it with the way his arms are slowly letting go of you, and how he won’t look you in the eyes.

“I just have work, baby. You get it right?” He says, and you have no choice but to nod silently, ignoring the deep sting in your chest and the tightness in your throat. It’s odd that although the one thing you want to do is run, him asking you to leave makes it hurt.

You get dressed quickly and awkwardly as he lies on the bed, fishing a vape out from his bedside table drawer and taking a few big hits, eyes staring straight ahead at the TV.

“I’m gonna go now.” You whisper, one hand on the door in a silent beg that he would hurry up and get dressed to walk you to the door.

He looks over at you, charming smile on his face as he sits up and awkwardly crawls across his bed to sit on the edge in front of you, his soft dick on display. You’d find him pathetic if you weren’t under him five minutes ago.

He leans in and places a hard and emotionless kiss to your lips. His kisses now feel nothing like they did earlier today, and you wonder if post-nut clarity could really be this powerful.

“I’ll see you.” He says, eyes scanning your body up and down.

You roll your eyes the moment you’re not facing him, and walk straight out his front door, ignoring the whoops and hollers from his roommates who definitely heard you and Jaehyun.

None of them seem to mind that you’re unaccompanied, or as if they were expecting anything different. Then again, why should they care? Jaehyun never introduced you to them.

When you finally slide into the drivers side of your car, and your cold and wet panties make uncomfortable contact with the inside of your upper left thigh, the sensation alone is enough to make you burst into hot tears.

Later that evening when you’re lying in bed after a long, hot shower and a motivational phone call with Yerim, you send him a text.

Y/N: we shouldn’t see each other anymore.

Read: 2:46AM

—

Johnny finds you the next day crouching behind the bar with your forehead in your hands. You didn’t get nearly enough sleep last night, and you’re feeling hungover after the whirlwind of confusing emotions you’ve felt over the last couple of days.

“Tough shift?” He says, eyes glimmering with amusement as he looks down at you hiding behind the bar.

“The worst.” You say, standing up straight and grabbing a glass to make him his usual drink.

“Wait,” he says, hand grabbing your wrist as you go to pour the soda in the iced glass.

“I have something that might chill you out. Wanna join me when your shift is up?” He says and you smile, reading right through his invitation and nodding with an appreciative smile on your face.

The “thing”, of course, is a perfectly rolled joint. You can’t help yourself but smile at his playful look as he presents it to you as you both sit in the front seat of some random golf cart overlooking the sunset as it falls down over the man-made lake that is central to the entire property.

He sparks it up for you in the way only a gentleman does, laughing at your antics when you pinch your fingers in a silly way to urge him to pass the joint onto you.

After a couple of passes back and forth in silence, only the whooshing sound of the breeze and the occasional tapping sound in the background as golfers across the way tee off, Johnny opens the conversation.

“So, miss Y/N,” you ignore the butterflies that erupt when he says your name in that way, “what made today so difficult?”

Ah, that. Your fuzzy brain thinks. You aren’t quite sure yet if you’re ready to divulge the details of your failed fling to your blooming crush, but you know what they say, intoxicated words are sober thoughts. And he’s right here offering to listen in a way that your friends are too fed up with you to listen to anymore, so you decide to tell him.

“I broke things off with a guy I’ve been seeing for a while.” You decide to keep it short and leave out all the embarrassing details.

“Ah,” he says as he stretches out, his arm coming to rest on the seat back behind you, deciding to let the joint die out. His arm is not around your shoulder, but a part of you really wishes it was.

“He sounds like an idiot.” He says, eyes drooping as he gives you a silly high smile.

You scoff, “He’s not an idiot for not wanting me.” He’s an idiot for other reasons, but you aren’t willing to share that just yet.

Johnny looks away from you and back out to the sunset, “Nah, he really really is. You’re a catch.”

The butterflies in your belly erupt as you swallow, staring at the side of his face with no thoughts of what to say next crossing your mind.

“Thanks.” Is what you finally croak out, reaching for the dead joint sitting on the short dashboard in front of you. When you lean back to light the joint, there’s something blocking your back from hitting the seat.

You look over at Johnny, your shoulders brushing his elbow and forearm from behind you. He smirks and gives you a side eye before snaking his arm up so that it rests across your shoulder. You don’t say anything at the new warmth and weight of his arm on you, so you just smile into the joint as you bring the lighter up to the end.

Johnny clearly isn’t reconciled with your conversation, so he continues with his compliments. He's hoping with everything in him that you pick up on his hints so he doesn’t need to continue to be so bold.

“You deserve a guy that’s gonna stick around.” He says, grabbing the newly lit joint from your fingers.

You scoff once more, scooting over to be a little closer to him on the seat as he takes a long drag, letting the slight spring breeze carry the smoke away out of his lips as he exhales.

“Try just a guy to stick.” You say with a dry chuckle, “we weren’t even official.”

Johnny hums and nods his head in understanding, passing the joint back to you.

“You fuck him?” He asks, and you choke on your hit. Coughing out the smoke in an unattractive spittle.

“What did you say?” You ask, now facing Johnny fully in the seat, staring between his pink and spacey eyes.

“I asked if you had slept with him.” Johnny nods, speaking slower than before. He looks as if this comment is no big deal to him, like this is casual conversation between you two.

Before you even think about it, you feel the flirty words leave your lips, “And if I did?”

His eyebrows raise as he grins at you, suppressing a laugh. He had gotten exactly what he wanted, “Was it good?”

You break eye contact this time, looking over the lake, “Maybe.” You shrug.

“See that explains why a stunning girl like you would stay with a loser like him.”

You say nothing in response, choosing to stare ahead at the golfers across the lake, the oldest gentleman of the pack teeing up his very poor shot.

Johnny takes a pause before speaking an unwelcome comment, “You need a guy that’ll stick around and dick you down.”

You scoff out another laugh, looking at him again with a disbelieving stare.

“Oh yeah? Where would I find that.” You spit the last word with bitterness, head falling to look at the hangnail you had been picking at between passes of the joint.

“Here, actually.” You stare at him in shock before he clarifies further,

“Like... me. I’m offering myself up. Only if you want, I mean.”

It takes you a minute to process what he says before it finally hits you, and it hits you hard.

You’re usually the overthinking type, if that wasn’t obvious enough, but for the first time in your life you decide to finally make an impulsive decision. You owe it to yourself and your vagina, you figure.

When your lips hit his, it takes him a moment to process what you had just done, but soon enough he’s kissing you back with a passion that makes you moan embarrassingly against his lips. He’s a soft, yet passionate kisser, allowing you to show him the ropes before taking the lead and kissing you exactly how he likes.

He’s also a surprisingly dry kisser, choosing to wait longer than you usually would to use his tongue on you. Even after a couple of flirty swipes of your tongue across his bottom lip he doesn’t give in, choosing to show you his softer side first with the slow and meaningful passes of his lips over yours.

It’s like a switch gets flipped when he does finally decide to allow your tongue to enter his mouth. He grabs you instantly by the back of your neck and waist, and pull you closer into him as your tongues dance. You moan, feeling like putty already in his hold. You’re far too overwhelmed by the feeling of the best kiss you’ve ever been given to be even tempted to touch him yet, your hands sitting prettily around his neck, allowing the pressure and the closeness to be decided by him.

His hands fumble a moment before they find your hips, moving gently over your ass to grab a hold of the back of your upper thighs to situate you on his lap. The change in position gives you an opportunity to lean back and steal a look at the man beneath you.

When you had first met Johnny you had initially only recognized his handsomeness and not much else. That’s how it began, attraction and nothing more. Overtime, however, you’ve gotten to actually know more about Johnny than his regular drink order at the bar, and what began as a simple attraction slowly grew into genuine interest. So by being here, in the lap of the man that you’re interested in, aren’t you repeating same old mistakes?

Are you repeating the same mistakes you made with Jaehyun?

“Baby,” Johnny says, reading your expression after you had stared at him for a little too long.

You hum in response, still a bit caught up in your head.

“I’m not just trying to hook up here. Do you know that?” He says, hands leaving your ass to rest gently on your waist. You frown in response, shaking your head ‘no’ to his question.

“I told you before, you need a guy who can dick you down and stick around. I wanna stick around.” He says, an embarrassed smile resting on his pink cheeks.

“What?” You say in response, and he just lets his head fall back against the seat in frustration.

“I like you, okay?” Your jaw drops, “and I also want to fuck you right now. So can we do that?” You laugh in response, fingers threading to hold him by the back of his neck, leaning him slightly into you.

“We can definitely go do that.” You giggle and he quickly smiles, leaning up to press a quick peck to your lips before swiftly (and awkwardly) moving you off of him so he can start up the golf cart and drive you both, as quickly as possible, back to the lobby of the country club.

—

Johnny doesn't give you long to take in the sight of his luxury apartment before his lips are on yours again. He has the same passion from before, but slightly elevated. Like he had worked himself up on the drive over.

When you both reach your peaks of pleasure, you don't feel regretful and dirty, you feel alive. When you step into the granite tiled shower, you don't feel gross, you feel giddy when he joins you. When you fall asleep with your head on his chest, you don't dream of Jaehyun, you see flashes of Johnny.

—

The next morning when Johnny walks you out to your car, kisses you on the forehead, and tells you to text him when you get home, an unmistakable feeling washes over you.

The overwhelming feeling of something very big, and important beginning.

Jaehyun’s reaction to finding out about Johnny and Y/N

a/n: sorry there’s no actual smut, I decided at the last minute to drop both sex scenes for the overall plot and flow. if you’d like me to post the sex scenes as one shots lmk and I’ll get on it! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated :)

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#johnny fanfic #johnny smut #jaehyun smut #nct fanfic #nct 127 fanfic

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pinkandblueblurbs · 3 years ago

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Anthony Bridgerton and hearing the reader say a curse word or something inappropriate-🛏

“Oh to hell with it.” You mutter when you fail to open the jar of jam, setting it on the table frustratedly. Anthony lowers the paper he’s reading and looks af you, irate

“What did you say?” He seethes, making your eyes widen

“I just….” You squeak, not wanting to repeat it after his reaction “You say it all the time….” Anthony’s eyes narrow

“That’s a different thing entirely. Language like that is unladylike, Y/n. I never want to hear you say it again, do you understand?”

You swallow and offer him a nod, and after a beat of silence passes where he keeps his hard gaze fixed on you, you shift uncomfortably and verbalize “I understand, sir.”

Anthony looks at you a second longer before looking back down at his paper with a muttered “Good girl.”

#I LOVE HIM #my emotional support asshole 🥰🥰#anthony headcanon #8.3k sleepover

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 3 years ago

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Leading Lady | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi friends! This is loosely based on something that happened to me back in my theatre days, but I didn't have a Bucky to take care of me. This is some hurt / comfort shit bc that is truly my fave.

If you like what you read, throw me a reblog so that others can find my stuff. 🥰

Warnings: blood, reader injury, stitches, hurt/comfort ♥️

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Bucky slid into the seat you’d picked out for him and sent you a quick text before shutting off his phone:

“Break a leg, baby. I love you. :)”

He was over the moon to see his best girl perform for the first time, having missed every other production of yours because of official Avengers business. Making opening night for this play was extremely important to him, to the point that he’d asked Fury to take him off the shortlist as the lead for an important mission. He couldn’t miss yet another one of your productions, especially not when you were always so supportive of him.

He fidgeted in his seat, craning his neck against the tie that encircled his throat. He was nervous- why was he nervous? His fingers thrummed against the bouquet of flowers that rested in his lap as he scanned the packed theatre, his eyes widening at the sheer amount of people filling the space. How you could perform live in front of audiences this big was a mystery to him. You’d described the theater as “kinda small” holding “only six hundred people”, which baffled him- he’d be uncomfortable on stage in front of six people, let alone six hundred.

The lights dimmed and the audience hushed as the curtain began to rise, signaling the start of the show. Bucky’s lips pulled into an instant smile as he watched your stunning form take the stage, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The stage lights made your eyes shine and your skin glow, sending Bucky’s heart leaping into his throat. He had no idea what this play was about, seeing as you refused to tell him anything for fear of spoiling the story, but he didn’t care about the plot. He was just happy to see you doing what you loved.

Bucky watched you struggle with all your strength as you fought against the actor playing your husband. His grip on you was unrelenting, his strong hands digging into your arms with unshakable force. Bucky felt his heart splinter and crack as he watched you breakdown into sobs under the fierce hold of your asshole husband. Everything inside him screamed at him to storm the stage and save you, his instincts completely unaware that you were only acting. But seeing you in such a state of distress and danger tore him apart.

The curtain suddenly fell as your husband dragged you offstage, indicating the end of act one. Bucky finally exhaled, unaware that he’d been holding his breath for almost the entirety of the last scene.

“Wow, she’s really good…” Bucky heard someone whisper a few seats down, his heart swelling with pride. They were right, you were good- great, actually. He couldn’t believe someone so talented was okay settling down with someone like him, but he was thankful that you were. All he wanted to do was spend the rest of the night gushing over how brilliant your performance was. He wanted to spend hours complimenting you, praising you, in the way you deserved.

Act two started with the scene you’d been stressing over for weeks, and Bucky’s mouth fell open as you absolutely nailed it. Your emotional vulnerability, power, and unflinching commitment to the role had the audience completely mesmerized. The way you took control of everyone in the room, holding their attention and making them feel what you were feeling was unlike anything Bucky had ever seen. You held such power, such force as you owned the stage, and Bucky was simply in awe.

He didn’t know how the story was going to end, and found himself on the edge of his seat as the final scene began. He watched in horror as your character’s husband threw you to the ground, the solid thud of your body hitting the stage making Bucky wince. Slowly, you stood up. You gathered the strength to push back against your husband, refusing to be torn down by him any longer. After one last violent and ultimately futile attempt to reclaim you, your husband stalked off stage screaming, his hands curled into tight fists.

One final monologue remained, and Bucky couldn’t wait to watch you bring the house down. It was then that a bright red spot caught his attention. A river of red danced down the length of your neck, staining your costume with an ever-growing patch of scarlet. Bloody, sticky ooze trickled down your hands and forearms as you wiped at the trail of blood, smearing it across your skin and soaking into your dress. How make up and special effects could achieve such a powerful image as you gave your final monologue blew Bucky’s mind. His heart broke for you as you stood alone, bleeding, and baring your soul to everyone in the room.

Your final words left him shaken. Tears stung his eyes as he watched the curtain fall; he couldn’t believe you were real, that you were his. The audience erupted into a standing ovation, and Bucky knew it was all for you. Booming, thunderous applause filled the space and the curtain opened one last time, allowing for the actors to take their bows. As the lead, you were slated to come out last, but when you finally took the stage, Bucky’s heart stopped.

A blood-stained towel rested under your chin, your hand holding it firmly in place as you bowed. A storm of hoots and hollers bounced off the walls as the audience showed their love for you, bringing a smile to your scarlet-stained face. With the curtains closed for the final time, Bucky’s mind raced. He had been certain that you were simply covered in stage blood, but an eerie uneasiness gripped him by the throat- he knew something was wrong. He turned on his phone and tried to make a quick escape, but it seemed as if everyone in his row was determined to slow him down.

A text from you asking him to meet you backstage sent his heart racing. Bucky made his way outside to the stage door and provided his name to the security guard like you told him, his anxious grip on your flowers making them wilt. He was granted access to the backstage area and followed the signs to the dressing rooms, finding himself frozen as he stood outside the door.

A bloody handprint sat smeared across the door handle of the women’s dressing room, making his heart lurch. Surely, that was stage blood, right? It had to be. It was the stuff you bought by the gallon at Party City every October to scare the nieghborhood kids- nothing more. As he raised his fist to knock, the door flew open and revealed you, his best girl, covered in blood.

Your bloody costume lay draped over the crook of your arm as you continued to hold the towel to your face. Bloody tracks ran down your neck and arms, staining your skin with red rivers.

“Hey, Buck, did you like-”

Bucky took a step forward, his eyes wild with concern. It wasn’t stage blood that stained your fingernails and dripped down your chest- no, it belonged to you. Bucky was beside himself with worry, “I don’t understand- I thought all the fights were supposed to be fake…”

“They are, but the guy playing my husband, Lucas- he came at me way too hard for that final scene”.

Bucky shook his head. He knew as much about theatre as he did about the past eighty years of his life- almost nothing.

“He’s supposed to do things a very specific way so that he won’t hurt me, but…” you shook your head. With your free hand, you lifted your sleeve, showing Bucky the dark purple bruises that bloomed under your skin.

“He thinks that safety precautions like that ‘hinder his performance’. He just does things however he wants- these are from him dragging me off stage in rehearsal”.

Bucky’s heart stopped. He let his cold hand ghost lightly over the bruises, noting how they looked exactly like fingerprints, “why didn’t you tell me?” But he knew the answer. He’d been gone on back to back to back missions, barely spending any time with you over the last month or so. And when the two of you did get to see each other, he was so exhausted that all he could do was sleep and eat.

Rage took hold of Bucky. His body vibrated with a white-hot anger that blurred his vision and tightened his chest. He wanted to find this Lucas douchebag and rip him apart, but he had more important things to worry about.

“Let me have a look, baby”, he gently pulled the towel from your chin, examining the stream of blood that still cascaded from your wound. The deep, angry gash greeted Bucky and made him wince as it gushed blood with no signs of stopping.

“Oh, sweetheart, your chin is completely split open- you need stitches”. He replaced the towel quickly, pressing firm against the wound to stem the bleeding.

“That asshole- he’s not actually supposed to fucking throw me like that...” you huffed, “he’s just supposed to push me, and I’m the one who makes it look like I’ve been thrown".

Bucky begged you to let him take you to the ER, but you couldn’t leave just yet. The wardrobe crew needed your dress immediately in the hopes that they could salvage it before tomorrow’s performance. With a promise to be quick, you told him to wait there while you dealt with the bloody garment. He leaned against the wall, giving awkward nods to lighting technicians and dressers as they passed.

A sharp tension pulled Bucky’s shoulders taught as he watched the actor who hurt you, Lucas, stroll casually down the hallway. You were injured and bloody, but the asshole didn’t seem to give a shit. A smug grin stretched across his face as he called out to Bucky, attempting to banish him from the backstage area.

“Hey man, you can’t be back here,” he stared at Bucky with a cocky smirk, “you have to wait at the stage door”.

Bucky was on him in seconds, gripping him by the shirt and pushing him against the wall.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he stared expectantly at Lucas, watching the overly confident man shrink just a little. He opened his mouth, but Bucky didn’t let him speak.

“I’m gonna make you a promise right now- if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll be waiting for you. I’ll ruin your fucking life and then end it real fucking quick”. He reveled in the fear splashed across Lucas’s face. “You’re not gonna hurt her again. You’re not gonna touch her like that, or you’ll have me to deal with. Understand?”

Lucas’s mind was blank, save for the nightmare-inducing fear. He threw Bucky a quick nod and felt his heart beating out of his chest as Bucky stared him down. When the strong vibranium hand that held him in place finally relented, he scurried away, looking back over his shoulder every few feet. Just as he rounded the corner and disappeared from Bucky’s sight, you returned. You clocked the darkness in Bucky’s eyes instantly. It was a cold, almost frightening expression that you’d only seen once before after a particularly bad mission.

But the icy stare melted as soon as he saw you. “Let’s get you outta here, okay?” he took your bag from your shoulder and slung it over his own, ushering you down the hall with an arm around your waist. But you stopped.

“Um… are those for me?” you glanced down, pointing at the sad purple tulips that had fallen to the floor. Bucky cringed. He’d spent almost an hour at the store, mulling over what kind of flowers to get you. Roses seemed like the most romantic, but purple was your ultimate favorite color. He picked up the wilted flowers and nodded, handing them to you unceremoniously.

“Yeah… I’m sorry- I guess I dropped them when I was, um, talking to Lucas…”

Your eyes narrowed. Bucky promised he was done with that sort of thing, only exercising his strength when absolutely necessary- but Lucas deserved it.

“I love them”, you pressed a kiss to Bucky’s cheek, “thank you, Buck”. He couldn’t fight the smile that stretched across his face. Part of him thought you might’ve been angry with him for scaring Lucas within an inch of his life, but you just cradled your wilted flowers with a smile on your face. Bucky escorted you quickly down the hall and out the stage door, past the audience members trying to shove their playbills in your face for an autograph.

He got you safely to his car and settled inside before rounding the vehicle and sliding into the driver’s seat. “I loved the show”, he murmured at a stoplight, “really loved it. You’re just… You’re amazing, baby. I don’t want you to think I didn’t like it, I just got distracted.” He pressed a kiss to your free hand, “I saw you bleeding and couldn’t think about anything else”.

But he didn’t have to explain. You knew that your safety and well-being was always Bucky’s number one focus, regardless of the situation. “And I can’t believe you still got through the rest of that scene and your monologue while bleeding like that- that’s commitment”. He secretly wished you sought help immediately upon your injury, but knew you couldn't just run off stage.

You thought back on the moment you hit the floor- it had only fueled your performance, filling you with a deep seeded hatred for your stage-husband.

“I didn’t know I was bleeding till I got halfway through my monologue…”

Bucky’s eyes widened. He stared at you in disbelief, thinking back on the blood that gushed down your neck as you delivered your final lines.

“I was in the moment! The adrenaline kinda keeps you from feeling that sort of thing- and then the blood just made my monologue mean more, you know? And it didn’t even start to hurt till after the curtain went down.”

Bucky knew the effects of adrenaline all too well. It’s what kept him fighting each mission, regardless of the bleeding gunshot wounds and sharp blades that sliced through his skin. His fingers thrummed anxiously against the steering wheel. All he wanted was to get you stitched up and take you home for a hot shower and some well-deserved rest. He knew you were fine; it would take three stitches at most to close the wound, but he worried nonetheless. Watching helplessly as your blood spilled with no signs of stopping was something Bucky never wanted to experience again.

He held your hand as the doctor from the urgent care clinic cleaned your wound and closed it up. He hated seeing you in pain, and wished he could take every ounce of discomfort from your body. The doctor worked swiftly, administering exactly three stitches to close up the bloody gash. With pain killers in hand, Bucky escorted you from the clinic with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

Bucky’s protective instincts were going to be in overdrive for the next few days following Lucas’s stunt, but you weren’t going to complain. It made you feel safe, special, loved. Having him by your side 24/7 sounded better than any prescription pain medication out there.

Upon returning home, Bucky got you into a hot shower. The water ran red as you rinsed the dry blood from your skin, turning your tub into a ghastly murder scene. A deep throbbing pulsed behind your stitches and pain eclipsed your every thought as you scrubbed the sticky scarlet trails from your body. It was everywhere- all over your neck and under your nails, smeared down your arms and into your cleavage. With your skin finally free from the carnage, you stepped out of the shower and slipped into one of Bucky’s shirts.

“You hungry?” Bucky popped his head into the bathroom, “I made you a grilled cheese”. A huge smile stretched across your cheeks- he knew you too well. “I figured you were probably starving, and you need to eat something before you take any of those pain pills”. Your lips met his in a careful kiss, Bucky keeping things more chaste than usual. He wished he could spend the rest of the night devouring you, showing you just how amazing you really were- but it would have to wait. He couldn’t let himself lose control and risk ripping your stitches.

He watched with a smile as you greedily ate your food, calling it “the best grilled cheese in the entire universe”. With a large swig of water, you swallowed your pain pill and warned Bucky that you were about to get “loopy as fuck”. He kissed your forehead and both your cheeks before letting his lips brush gently over yours. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” he helped you from the couch and guided you to the bedroom, watching you like a hawk for any signs of “loopy” behavior.

“I can’t tell you how impressed I was tonight…” Bucky said after he got you settled, “I’m so fucking proud of you, sweetheart- you have no idea.” An intense warmth turned your cheeks bright pink. Bucky was an actual, real-life superhero, and he was impressed by you. All you wanted to do was stay up with him all night, talking and kissing and reveling in his warmth- but your pain meds wanted you to sleep. He clocked your heavy eyelids and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “get some rest, sweets, you deserve it. We can talk tomorrow”.

With a big yawn, you curled into Bucky’s body, resting your cheek against his warm, scarred chest. “I love you Buck, so so much,” you slurred, “thank you for coming to my show. It means so much to me”. Bucky whispered an “I love you more” and switched off the lamp next to the bed. He listened to your rhythmic breathing and felt some of his anxiety recede knowing that you were getting the rest you needed.

But Bucky couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about you- the way you looked on stage, your commanding presence holding everyone’s attention. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t wait to surprise you with fresh flowers at tomorrow’s performance - and every performance after that. He had a secret stockpile of tickets sitting in his bedside table, one for each night of the run. He wasn’t going to miss another performance of yours, not ever.

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gffa · 3 years ago

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You know? I really admire you a lot. The way you express yourself, everything you have done for the fandom, and even the way you communicate your emotional state. I think you really encourage an atmosphere of support and affection. And so, every single time you reblog something of mine, I internally go 😍🤩🥳🤯💥💫☺😚😊🥰👾💖🤗

Thanks! It's the emotional trauma that makes me the way I am. Okay, sort of mostly kidding, but also sort of not. I have a lot of brain weasels that are squirming around up in my head and trying to chew on the wires, so I have to spend a lot of time herding weasels and navel gazing about how to process feelings, how to become the person I want to be, what kind of experiences I want to have, and how to handle when I can't change other people's asshole behaviors. But also I've seen a lot of people behave like really annoying assholes on-line and, when you witness enough of that (not necessarily in this fandom, I wander through most big fandoms just to rubberneck at everything that's going on), you start to remember that next time your feelings are getting stirred up and how it comes across to someone that's not involved. And decide maaaaaaybe I'm not going to do that, given how annoying I found it when others did it. 😂 And I'm constantly asking myself what this post or that post will achieve. I don't always achieve the balance I want, sometimes I'm more overwhelmed than others and have to retreat into my own thoughts, sometimes I'm just quiet for long periods, sometimes I'm very emotional and slide back over the Annoyingly Loud Fan line that I'm trying to walk a bit more than I mean to. But the thought is always in my head, "Is this something that will get me further towards what I want?" If not, I try to walk away, because my time and emotional reserves are limited and I'd rather spend it on time building towards something, than being angry. I've had so, so much anger in my life that it's become a lifelong process to constantly guard against it and discipline myself away from it. And I think that's where a lot of my on-line presence comes from, on a personal level. I had a rage problem and now I have to guard against it because it destroyed friendships of mine when I was angry over fandom stuff, like, "this person used all of my screencaps without asking me" had me ranting (this was a completely separate fandom years ago, don't worry about it, anyone 😂) and it made me absolutely miserable. I cannot overstate how miserable I was all the time. Even when I was happy, I was still miserable. I started sliding back into self-harm thoughts when I was so angry at the world in 2016 and I'm still trying to climb out of that. So, like, if you wonder why I have personally chosen a lot of the routes of expression that I have, the above has informed them a lot. Every time I've gotten into the bad spaces in my head, what's helped pull me out is the affection and care shown to me by other people, friends I've known for years or fandom friends that have reached out and said a kind word or offered something fun as a distraction because they wanted to show they cared. The knowledge that people can be very kind, that we can work towards being kinder to each other and caring more and that people will help when you tell them exactly what you need, that has saved me a lot. Which I try to put into this blog. I'm not always going to achieve that and I'm sure there are plenty of people rolling their eyes at me right now, but, eh, they chose to read my blog, that's on them. 😂 And the people that really matter to me are the ones who have been compassionate and encouraging and patient and kind. Anyway, my point being I've done a lot of navel gazing about this stuff because I've been through a lot of really bad mental spaces and this is where I've needed to travel instead. I still have so much further to go, I'm still processing and trying to grow as a person and learn even better coping mechanisms for the weasels in my head, all while trying to stay afloat in my own rowboat out here on the ocean, but I appreciate that it's come across well for you and I'm so honored that you get a charge out of any time I've reblogged your content. I'm touched that you enjoy what I've added to the fandom and that I've communicated my feelings well--that's definitely a vulnerable point for me, there are so many things that are so raw

inside me that I have trouble expressing them, so I'm glad that what I can do has come across well for you. /this was another navel-gazing post about my own personal relationship with the internet, sorry not sorry

#lumi.txt #anxiety for blacklist

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closetnerd62 · 8 months ago

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episode 5

- FAVVVVVVVV

- lowkey i forgot that percy had to learn how to breathe underwater and control water u til my series reread

- hug so good i will never be over it

- the way he turns his head towards her when he says surprise (i’m giggling and kicking my feet)

- the way annabeth supports percy in trusting his dad even though her mom just left her out to dry

- bros been thinking about that hug for MILES

- we’re all gonna die … eventually

- i’m gonna say it… edge copeland with long hair looks like the guy who played shaggy in the scooby doo movie and jeff blim at the same time

- twitter fight king

- annabeth is such a bad bitch

- ares is such a good way to explain how the gods view the world and how they suck

- ares is to pjotv what ted spankoffski is to hatchetfield, i love my assholes who i love on screen but would despise in real life

- i really wish this was lit better because it’s so cute when you can see it

- percy was so slick with that movie shit

- the entrance trap scene is so underrated

- walker ate that scene

- maybe he finds the amusing” “that’s not funny annabeth” “ it’s a little funny” i love a queen that copes with comedy

- SHE CALMS HIM DOWN

- “i’m 24” he means so much to me

- ww2 buff line is so good

- deep cuts is awesome, love how ares is just a film douche for war

- grover done played him like a fiddle

- I LIVE FOR GEEKY ANNABETH

- “in her husbands park? that’s so wrong” bro cannot comprehend cheating and that’s why he’s the best

- “don’t even try to tell me not to be wierd about this” THEY KNOW THEY KNOWWE

- tunnel of love eats

- what is love eats

- orthodontists office (give us braces percy)

- cinema is alive and jet wilkinson revived it

- my phone corrected “tunnel of love eats” to “tunnel of live rats”

- annabeth can read him like a book and i love that

- HIS POWERS CAME SUBCONSCIOUSLY TO SAVE HER

- the owl i can’t

- “and i (no owl) am not”

- percy, my smart little boy 🩵

- the voice break on “i just dont see it” TEARS IN MY EYES

-i would do despicable things to watch this episode in a theater

- SHE HOLDS HIM UP WHEN HE GETS OUT

- lowkey how do they get out of the ride?

- angry percy 🥰🥰

emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers

i’m doing a pjotv rewatch so follow my updates after every episode

#walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #aryan simhadri #percy jackson tv series #pjo show #pjo tv #percy and annabeth #percy series #sally jackson

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butmakeitgayblog · 2 years ago

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✨🎶💔

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Y'all are so sweet, thank you 🥺 idk if I deserve it but I always appreciate how fucking cool you guys are and all the support. Ummm, as for a compliment? I guess maybe that I tend to be good at clawbacks within stories? That's a note I've gotten a lot and makes me so happy, that I'm pretty good at interweaving nuances and interactions and leading breadcrumbs that can picked up on later. I try and I know I'm not always successful but when I hear that y'all think it's worked that gives me a big ol gay shot of serotonin😅

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I don't actually listen to music when I write! I find noise distracting actually. I tend to write best with loud ass fans going that create like blank white noise because then I just disengage and go into the characters? Idk. Recently I've been listening to beyonce but not for writing lol, for writing tho I've been listening to a specific adele song that is just... so much Teach Me Clexa energy it makes my little gay heart ache 😔

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Of my own? Gosh. Probably demon au the most. The initial ideas came from @100hearteyes @dreamsaremywords born of pure debauchery 😂🥰 but also @commander-leksa talked the whole thing out with me and really helped me discover how broken hearted Lexa is. She's powerful and an asshole but it's all to cover how much of a wounded person she is inside. How she acts so flippantly and like she doesn't care but in reality the number one person she's trying to convince that she doesn't care, is herself. She feels everything, all emotions, all the time. That for as funny and sexual and blasé as she pretends to be, she's a woman who internally feels cast aside and unimportant and unlovable. Unnecessary.

And in her own ways, Clarke understands and relates those feelings entirely

#coldfiresong #demon!lexa #teach me #prof/stu au

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toraashi · 3 years ago

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WOAH WAIT — I’m in love with your husk of opulence series?? Like?? YES YES YES. I totally forgot WHO wrote it because I needed to go sing their praises lol

Anon earlier said everything perfectly: your characterization of Gremlin Man™️ is absolutely perfect. It’s genuinely one of my favorite works to date! It also relieves me to see someone else write him in a way that isn’t “mean, evil, just hurts others (including his love interest which I NEVER GOT) lul” and actually delves deeper based on his lore 💜 I liken him to a cat with its hackles up: very hesitant but very very touch-starved. Why would he be mean or harm someone that makes him FEEL??? And feel GOOD things at that ^.^

Anyway… rambling sorry lol. I hope you have a wonderful evening/day/morning and just wanted to stop by and show some support from one author to another 💜❤️

IVE NEVER GOTTEN THIS MANY ASKS IN ONE DAY BEFORE IM GONNA CRY

this is actually insane I did not think this many people would like the series enough to actually reach out to me about it but I am so glad you love it! yes, I totally agree with the cat comparison, after delving into his lore, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to see him as just an asshole anymore. like, maybe he is, but there’s so much more to him than just that and i truly don’t think he’d be horrible and abusive to someone he trusted himself to be vulnerable with.

because that’s why he’s so angry, right? he was rejected for feeling and being vulnerable, so yeah, it’ll take him some time to come back to it, but once he realizes that it’s okay and human to express emotions I think he’d be much less guarded and bitter.

he’s a dick in the events we’ve seen, but his lore heavily implies that he has a softness to him 🥺 I’ve loved mapping that out in my fic and exploring that side of him in a way that still feels like scara 💕

I did this on the last ask about this fic but here’s another sneak peek for the final part if you’d like to read 🥰:

“It had been a week and three days since Kunikuzushi’s departure. Ten long days you’d wasted away by the shore, carefully concealing yourself from nobushi and scattered treasure hoarders. It was quite lonely (you’d gotten used to the sharp banter you often shared with your traveling companion), and you’d marked the time with an assortment of shells near your bedside.

The hours were filled with thoughts of him. The way the ocean colored a deep purple during twilight hours (his hair). Scattered, violet lightning on the horizon from Seirai island (his eyes). The grit of the sand beneath your fingers (his calloused fingertips).”

#askbox — pinksandss #thank you so much for all of your support 🥺💕#I’m very excited to show you the final part once it’s finished!#if you have any scara brainrots/musings #feel free to drop them in my askbox 😌😌#I hope your night is just as wonderful!!

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fangirlwithlou · 2 years ago

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Oh part 3 😍😍 how I have waited aghh

It felt like someone punched you in the gut. But what can you do? You fucked up. - the way her friends just ducking turned in her and makes her feel like this wow I am so angry can they not omg poor baby I know they feel betrayed and that she lied to them but shit can they not let her explain and I mean they know how Rafe is

You never want to see him again. - Babygirl like i feel so for her, and her having too feel this way! Getting him off her 😔

But maybe getting out of the house and letting loose a little will be fun for you. And if not, at least you can drown your sorrows in booze. - oh babygirl that is never a good plan. I just want to hug her and never let go 🥺 give her some comfort and support

You thought if Rafe called you pretty, he must actually like you. You were so naïve. - like if someone calls you pretty you will believe them maybe she is naive but it is not her fault

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” + “You really shouldn’t be here, Y/N.” - Excuse me where do they get the fucking nerve to talk to her like that. Let her be 😔

You feel it getting harder to breathe, your chest getting tight. Your vision gets blurry with tears. You throw your cup down onto the ground in a fit of rage, walking away from the crowds of people. - you are gonna make me cry darling 🥺 like they are being unfair and unnecessarily mean babygirl is gonna have a panic attack. My heart hurts for her and they way you write this aghh perfect

His smirk is almost triumphant. - the nerve he has omg aghh I hate him stop being a smug asshole. LEAVE HER ALONE!!!

“Cut them a little slack, it’s hard finding out someone you call your friend is a traitor and a whore.” - and him just coming there and kicking her while she is down just making her feel even worse. I will kick his ass

“Are you mad at me or something?” His tone is accusatory, like he should be the one angry with you. - I love how delusional he is like what do you think asshat. You just fucking called her a whore

“I’ve never heard a complaint before,” he says slowly. “Actually, I remember you begging to be my girlfriend.” - like this whole conversation is so toxic like omg this dude had no idea how he is doing aghh I just want to punch him in the face or kick him in the balls or both. Like yes you are manipulative and toxic and delusional and she was charmed by you but you suck and used her and the fact that she is naive and nice.

“But I never realized how much more fun it is when you don’t want me.” - OMG he is scaring me and can just assum how afraid she most be right now 😭 my poor baby needs a hug

No matter what, you can count on it to be there, the only constant in your life giving you a sense of security. But it can’t save you now. - this is so pure and painful and real and wow you are amazing

“Look at me,” - 😭😠 the fucking control he is trying to have making her look at him and not being able to escape some of it

“if you tell anyone about this, I can make your life a living hell.” - I am in shock on how good you write this and how awful this most be for her. Her own body betrayed her and also even if she would tell people would they believe her when she said yes to him before and omg how my heart aches for her. Again I want to hug her and never let go. She do not deserve this 😔

Her eyes soften and she steps forward, wrapping her arms around you, cradling you in a hug. - omg actual tears are falling from my eyes darling. All this was intense and just letting it all go because she actually gets that hug from her friends that she needs and how she actually get some support 🥺🥰❤️

Okay that was a rollercoaster. I need more now please omg I have so many emotions. Your writing is immaculate and incredible and beautiful and perfect. It gets me in and just makes me feel all of it. Your Dark Rafe is out of this world omfg how much I love you and this story 🥰❤️

Just thank you 🥺

Heartless: Part Three

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After crashing a party, you know better than anyone that Rafe Cameron has no heart.

Warnings: 18+, NON-CON, violence, verbal abuse/degradation, dark!Rafe, choking, underage drinking, mention of drugs, pogue!reader, non-canon ages

3.1k words, thank you everyone for reading! I hope you enjoy the final part.

You wouldn’t call winter your favorite season.

You grew up with the iconic summers of the OBX, where every color seemed brighter, and you could spend 90 percent of your time in the water.

But in the winter, it feels like everything has been sucked of its color, muted in comparison. It’s too cold to go in the water, but nowhere near cold enough for it to snow, the only time winter can be beautiful.

People also just seem unhappier. There’s less tourists, which can be a blessing, but it means less business.

Usually, it doesn’t feel this intolerable. So, maybe this year it’s just you.

You’ve been spending most of your time at home, either helping your mom around the house or lying in bed. You only leave if you need to run an errand.

But when you ran to the store this morning, the guy working at the register reminded you of the bonfire happening tonight.

It was awkward small talk with someone you used to go to school with, but it made you falter when he asked if you were going.

He might’ve been flirting with you, but it didn’t matter. All you could think about was how your friends will probably be there.

You haven’t heard a word from them since that day.

You did run into Pope when you were on an errand. The bags of food in his hands told you he was doing the same. But after you locked eyes with him, he went back to what he was doing, pretending he didn’t see you at all.

It felt like someone punched you in the gut. But what can you do? You fucked up.

That’s why you went home and did something you never thought you would do. You scrubbed any trace of Rafe Cameron from your life. You deleted text messages, blocked him on anywhere he could contact you.

You never want to see him again.

Your mom doesn’t hide her surprise when you tell her you’re going out tonight. She knows something must have happened between you and your friends, but she doesn’t even know where to start in asking about it.

So instead, she calls after you, telling you not to stay out too late.

You try not to roll your eyes at the bitter reminder that there’s no reason for you to be out late, or for you to even be going to the bonfire.

But maybe getting out of the house and letting loose a little will be fun for you. And if not, at least you can drown your sorrows in booze.

The beach is filled with people by the time you get there, the smell of smoke already sitting heavy in the air. The orange glow of the fire gives warmth to the people around it.

You park your bike, nervously hugging your sides as you walk through the chatter and the stench of beer and weed.

You keep your head low, not sure if you’ll be bumping into anyone you know or used to for that matter.

Just as you finally make it to one of the kegs, you hear a familiar voice. It feels like everyone else’s has disappeared. Their voices muffled compared to his.

You remember how his voice used to make your stomach flutter. It was a night like this when you hooked up with him for the first time. A bonfire in the spring, at a time when things were blossoming, the world finally in color again.

You had hope for the things to come. You thought if Rafe called you pretty, he must actually like you. You were so naïve.

It took you months to realize that he was just using you. Now you’re left in the cold, where things die and stay dead. You’ll never be who you used to be. You didn’t think someone could be that cruel.

You take a second to look at him, how he stands next to Topper and Kelce. He takes a sip from the red cup in his hand, and his blue eyes meet yours.

You look away, ignoring how his cold gaze makes your cheeks warm.

After getting your cup filled up, you walk away, leaving him with not another glance.

You try to shake off the encounter, heading towards the bonfire for some warmth and a spot to sit down.

But as you slowly step to the fire, your lips part as you make out the faces through the rippling heat coming from the burning glow. They blur and unblur, and you wish you could sit right next to them.

They’re distracted, talking to each other, a joint being passed around.

Everyone except for Sarah. She stares at the fire in front of her, like she’s deep in thought about something, or high out of her mind.

She’s the first one to notice you, her eyes flicking up to look at you. She doesn’t say anything, just staring at you like she’s trying to decide whether you’re actually standing in front of her or if you’re a ghost from her past.

“Sarah?” Her name comes out as a barely a whisper.

You start to feel hopeful, that maybe she’s come around, that she’s not mad at you anymore. But the second you say her name, something in her eyes harden.

The fact she still feels betrayed is evident on her face, like not a day has passed since you told them you’ve been sleeping with Rafe.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

Everyone else’s eyes move to you at the bitterness of her words. Any smiles are wiped clean off their faces, staring you down instead.

You move from one foot to another, looking down at how your feet sink into the sand. You struggle coming up with what to say.

“I just wanted to see how you all are. It’s been a while.”

You see them shift uncomfortably, like they don’t know what to say either.

John B is the first to speak up. “We’re doing fine,” he says it almost nonchalantly, like you haven’t been a thought in their heads since you rode away from The Chateau, crying.

You bite your lip, nodding.

Before you can respond, Kie interjects, “You really shouldn’t be here, Y/N.”

You know how long she can hold a grudge, you just never thought you’d be on the receiving end of one.

“I’m not here to cause any problems.” You keep your eyes on them, hoping they believe you. “I just wanted to apologize again. I really miss you guys…” You say the last part quieter, almost hoping the sound of the sea crashing into the sand could swallow those words up.

“We know you’re sorry. It doesn’t really fix anything though.” Kie crosses her arms.

“I-I can’t fix what I did,” you stumble out.

“Should’ve thought about that before sleeping with the enemy then,” Pope counters.

“I made a mistake-.”

“You keep saying that, but it doesn’t sound like it was one mistake,” Sarah cuts you off. “You lied straight to my face. How can I ever trust you again?”

Her voice wavers and her tone almost tells you she wishes she could trust you again. But she can’t.

You open your mouth to speak but JJ beats you to it.

“You know, I think I saw your boyfriend around here somewhere.” He pretends to look around. “Maybe you should run along and find him.” His eyes bore into you, hoping that his words cut deep.

And they do. You don’t stick around for another second, storming away.

You feel it getting harder to breathe, your chest getting tight. Your vision gets blurry with tears. You throw your cup down onto the ground in a fit of rage, walking away from the crowds of people.

You need to be alone, away from prying eyes.

You walk along the beach, until you can barely hear or see anyone. Just you, the sand, and the sea.

You’re sobbing now, letting the tears fall. You don’t know why what JJ said hurt you so much. Maybe it’s because JJ has never said anything mean to you in your life. Maybe it’s because you thought you could count on them to get what you’re going through. Maybe because it’s not true, and there used to be a time when all you wanted was to be called Rafe’s.

You wish you could tell them how wrong they are, that you know what you did was bad. But they’re not the only ones who’ve been hurt by him.

So wrapped up in your thoughts, you don’t hear the quiet footsteps behind you, and how they catch up to you.

“Fight with your friends?”

You spin around, startled, finding Rafe just a couple feet behind you. His smirk is almost triumphant.

You stare at him, not knowing what to say.

“They were gonna find out one day, right?” He lets out a chuckle. “Cut them a little slack, it’s hard finding out someone you call your friend is a traitor and a whore.”

“What the hell are you doing over here, Rafe?” Your anger pours out of you, not wanting to spend another second with him.

He seems taken aback at your tone, so he retreats a little.

“Just wanted to check up on you.” The insincerity in his voice doesn’t match his words.

You roll your eyes, scoffing, looking towards the ocean next to you. It’s almost like a vast plane of nothingness, the pretty blue disappearing in the dark.

When you turn your head back, he’s closer and his eyes are on your lips.

“I thought you could use some comforting.”

“Too bad you have the opposite effect on me.” You cross your arms, brows drawn together.

A humorless laugh leaves his throat, his pink lips parting.

“Are you mad at me or something?” His tone is accusatory, like he should be the one angry with you.

You take a deep breath. You had hoped that you wouldn’t have to do this in person, that blocking him would be enough for him to get the message.

There have been countless times where you’ve imagined telling Rafe how you truly feel, the good and the bad. But you could never make it happen.

Every time you two would get together, your focus would be on other things. Even if you were upset with him, you would pretend you weren’t, just so you wouldn’t ruin the moments between you.

“I’m just tired of whatever this is. I can’t do it anymore. I already lost my friends…” You choke up a little, your eyes stinging again.

“You blaming me for that? If your friends-.”

“No, Rafe. What happened with my friends is my fault. I’m just telling you that I’m done.” You spit out the last few words and try to walk past him, back to the bonfire.

But he stops you, towering over you.

“W-Wait, you’re done? What does that even mean?”

“It means fucking you was the worst decision I’ve ever made. If I had known how horrible,” you almost scream the word, “you would treat me. I would’ve never done it.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “I can’t believe it took me this long to see how much you don’t care about me.”

The only word you could use to describe the look on Rafe’s face is, confused. Like he has no idea what you’re talking about, which sounds about right for him.

“Where is this coming from? You like the way I treat you.”

Your mouth twists up and he steps even closer to you, hot breath fanning over you.

“I’ve never heard a complaint before,” he says slowly. “Actually, I remember you begging to be my girlfriend.”

Your hand reaches up before you can even think. The sound of your palm meeting his cheek is deafening. You’re not even sure what you just did, but the stinging of your skin, and the way Rafe’s head is turned tells you enough.

It’s not something you normally would do, but it feels like every ounce of pain he’s caused you had to come out one way or another.

He slowly turns to look at you, the red blossoming on his cheek. You don’t realize the gravity of what you did until you find his gaze, icy and unforgiving. Any beauty you used to find in those eyes, gone now, left with a burning anger that you put there.

Cold fingers grip your throat, pushing you back, causing your feet to stumble in the sand.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks through gritted teeth.

You grab onto his arms, trying to pull him off you. You struggle to say his name, his hand making it difficult to breathe.

“What do you think you’re achieving with this? That I give a fuck enough about you to be upset?”

He shoves you until your foot catches on something, his hand loosening as you fall back onto the ground.

Shaky breaths leave your lips and before you can get up, he’s already on top of you, pinning you down, a knee on either side of you.

“Why would I be upset about a dirty fucking Pogue like you?” He practically spits in your face with every word he says.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you sob out. “Just please stop.”

“I don’t know what the hell goes through that little head of yours.” He balls his hand up into a fist. “But you don’t get to tell me when we’re done.”

His fist hits the ground next to your face and you flinch as sand goes flying.

More sobs erupt from you as you start to feel his rough hand inching towards the button on your jeans.

“You always wanted me so badly,” he says through ragged breaths, unbuttoning his own pants. “But I never realized how much more fun it is when you don’t want me.”

You writhe underneath him, pushing at his chest with all your strength. Your voice is getting hoarse from screaming at him.

The abrupt feeling of him pushing himself inside you makes the breath hitch in your throat. He keeps going until he bottoms out, a sigh leaving his mouth. You want to push him away, telling him to get off you, but all you can do is dig your nails into his arm as he rolls his hips into yours.

Looking up through your blurry vision, you see his face contorted with pleasure as he continues to drive himself into you. He moves your hand off him, grabbing both your wrists. His bruising hold pins them above your head.

You turn your head, watching the water creeping closer to your bodies with every time a wave melts into the sand. His groans meld with the sound of the waves hitting the beach.

You’ve always felt calm near the ocean. No matter what, you can count on it to be there, the only constant in your life giving you a sense of security. But it can’t save you now.

“Look at me,” Rafe rasps. His other hand forcefully moves your head so you’re looking up at him again.

You want to squeeze your eyes shut, pretending you’re anywhere else. You hate the way you cling to him, his thrusts becoming smoother as you feel your cunt getting wetter. The feeling of him stretching you out is familiar, and you hate that most of all. That no matter what, Rafe gets what he wants. He can use you until there’s nothing left, that all you are to him is a whore that aches for him at the sound of his name.

You don’t know what you were thinking on that night, months ago. You thought he was handsome with the strands of his hair falling into his eyes and the polo shirt he was wearing that didn’t have a wrinkle.

You don’t know how you didn’t see the poison that fills his veins, or the casual cruelty behind his eyes, because that’s all you see now.

Your teeth sink into your lip as you try to stop your body reacting to his. He notices how you clench around him, a smirk falling onto his lips.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” He thrusts harder into you. “You’ll always want me, even if you don’t know it.”

A whimper falls from your lips as you feel a tingle in your toes. With one more harsh thrust, you’re coming around him. You try to catch your breath, your chest rising up and down, and you feel him pull out of you.

Before you can say anything, he grabs your hair from the back of your head, pulling you into a sitting position.

You can barely register what’s going on as he strokes himself, his cock twitching as he comes all over your face, the warm stickiness mixing with your salty tears.

The grin on his face is sickening as he takes you in, no doubt saving the mental image for later. “A Pogue like you doesn’t deserve my cum.”

He zips himself up, taking a look behind him before he swipes his thumb across your face, gathering the white before sticking it into your mouth. You try to push his finger out with your tongue, but he doesn’t let up, ending with you swallowing his salty cum.

He chuckles at the pout on your face. “Just remember,” his voice is low, “if you tell anyone about this, I can make your life a living hell.”

He stands up, leaving you shivering all alone on the beach.

You’re not sure how long you sat in the sand for. But by the time you found an empty restroom nearby so you could clean up, the sun was already peeking above the horizon.

When you finally got on your bike, you know you don’t want to go home.

Actually, you do. But instead of taking the road to your house, you take the one that leads you to The Chateau.

You’re not exactly sure what to expect, but you don’t care anymore. You feel hollow, an overwhelming pain taking over your senses.

As you walk up to the porch, you try to wipe the tears away, but there’s too much. The screen door swings open before you can get there. Sarah stands there, staring at you inquisitively.

You expect her to argue with you again, telling you to leave. You try to get a word in before she can, but your choked sobs stop you from saying what you need to say.

Her eyes soften and she steps forward, wrapping her arms around you, cradling you in a hug.

You want to tell her everything, promising yourself there won’t be anymore lies. And you will. But for right now, your eyes fall shut, feeling safe and loved for the first time in a while.

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brummiereader · 1 year ago

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SHARK ❤️!! You have spoilt me with this incredible analysis ❤️🥰! Thank you so bloody much!!

You're absolutely right! I had a hard time writing the part where they are having sex. I didn't want to delve into writing a rape, it's too heavy of a subject and I'm new to writing and if I'm honest I don't think I'm experienced enough to write something like that. It was psychologically difficult for me to even write that part, because ultimately she regrets her decision to give into him, it was partly coming from a place of feeling empty but she was really trying to avoid his anger. Oh my god, I love how you put that "a daily reward to him" it's exactly that, he thinks he's owed it (I'm gonna use that in a future chapter 😉) I feel like a dork writing smut 😂🤦‍♀️, I never feel like I get it right 😂, some I'm glad you thought it was 🔥! 😂 He's been holding it in a long time Shark, he was about to burst 🤭, Tommy the two minute wonder 😅! She definitely does, I think she knows it too, I hope she punishes him with that knowledge later on 😏.

He's playing with her, seeing how far he can take things, it's always about control, and like you said the bathroom scene really shows that, he's got her trapped. Aw thank you ❤️! I love making the reader think he's being genuine with her, but then when you really look at his actions and words it's all masked threats and control, I guess I'm as manipulative as him 😳😂!

He's a complete asshole when it comes to the dress. He doesn't want anyone looking at his wife the way he does, completely possessive. Poor girl can't get anything right 🙁.

EEEKKK!! ❤️❤️ I'm SO relieved you loved Heavens cameo, I really enjoyed writing her! Thank you for lending her to me, she's absolutely precious 😇! Aw thank you, but that's all you! It's your incredible writing that helped me with this part, all those little details you put into your series really helped me pick up on her and Arthur's relationship and little mannerisms. YES YES! I absolutely wanted readers of both fics to see the stark contrast between Heaven and Arthurs relationship and Tommy and Y/N. I think Heaven would have absolutely taken her home to help her 😩♥️.

He was awful for doing that to her, he has no limitations when it comes to his cruelness. Honestly I got angry writing the part where he said she's too emotional etc, because it's something us women hear a lot from men, like we can't think for ourselves because we're "unstable" 😠 or " are you on your period?"...fuck off you twats 🖕😂.

He enjoyed being pierced by the knife 😳. He's insane. Think he felt a twisted sense of relief 😨.

100%! She loves him but it hurts, and It hurts because it's a love for the man he was before. No you're right, it's gone beyond love, it's total obsession. YES! Like a toddler, he throws a fit when he doesn't get what he wants, but then comes back for love five minutes later, his incredibly emotionally immature. I think maybe a bit of both, he's in a vulnerable position in that moment after he reached his high, he put all of his emotions into that one moment now he's coming down from the it, he's definitely got his guard down.

I mean I don't want to spoil it but we all know this is Tommy, and Birmingham is his city so...😂. I absolutely loved this long-ass reblog, sorry for my long-ass reply back 😂. Thank you so much hun ❤️, you're an incredible supporter of this series, I appreciate it so much ❤️!!

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Killing Me Softly (PART FIVE/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: Some unexpected news sends you into turmoil. With only one person to blame for the information being withheld from you, the evening ends with someone getting hurt.

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of blood, smut, angst, controlling behaviour, toxic relationship, psychological mind games, psychological abuse, Dark!Tommy (this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Writers note: This chapter starts where the flashback in chapter one ended. There is then another flashback to what happened that day, until we return to the present again. There is a small cameo from my lovely mutual @call-sign-shark OC, Heaven. Her presence in this chapter is very fitting to the story as she will be the one to give the reader an ominous warning. If you haven't already checked out the series "Heaven In Your Eyes" (Arthur Shelby x Reader/ OC Heaven) then please do, it's an incredible series and so beautifully written.

" Tommy please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, wait...wait!"

With the bloodied knife in his hand Tommy pushed you up against the closed door of your bedroom, the handle digging into your lower back as his other hand wrapped around your throat.

" Tut tut, now don't you start crying darling, you brought this upon yourself. Go on, look down, look at what you did" he said grabbing your face, his bloody fingers digging into your cheeks as he made you look at the large gash on his forearm.

"Tommy please..." You pleaded, an unstoppable flow of tears streaming down your face as you looked down at his bloodied arm.

" Don't worry love, I won't cut you, don't want to scar my pretty little wife's skin" he smiled darkly as he dropped the knife on the floor. "But I will punish you" he added, anger in his face as he started unbuckling his belt, your eyes widening in fear as he smirked at your reaction. "A good hiding never hurt anyone sweetheart, you'll thank me when it's over" he said turning you around, your cheek flat against the door as he lifted your night gown, your naked body now on display.

" Tommy I'm sorry, I love you, don't do this" you begged trying to reach for him.

" What was that?" he asked, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin.

" I love you Tommy"

"And I love you darling" he chuckled placing a kiss to your cheek, his lips forming a smile against your soft skin as his hand caressed your exposed skin. Getting his belt ready, Tommy folded it in half as he brought it up into the air, his head tilted as a smirk spread across his face whilst he looked down at your uncovered body.

" Tommy wait!" You pleaded once more, quickly turning around to face him. Cupping his cheeks you crashed you lips onto his as he grabbed the back of your neck pulling you away from him, a look of confusion on his face at your sudden show of desire.

" Tommy, please" you said as you stroked the side of his face, trying to calm the anger rising inside him, only for him to scoff in response at your pathetic attempt to make him stop. You don't know why you did it, maybe you had become as twisted as him, learning his ways of manipulation. Or maybe you desperately wanted to feel something, anything after weeks of feeling so empty and alone. Bringing your hand towards your body, you started undoing the front of your gown, your eyes hooded as you traced your collarbone with your trembling fingers. Lust quickly filling his eyes, Tommy swallowed harshly as he let go of the belt in his hand, dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. Moving his hand up your stomach Tommy cupped your breast, gently squeezing it in his palm as he watched you close your eyes in response, a quiet moan leaving your lips. Feeling his mouth go dry, Tommy gazed at you as your body melted under his touch. You was giving yourself to him willingly. He had waited for this moment for so long that nothing would stop him now...he was going to have you.

Flashback to earlier that day...

Laying in the bath you closed your eyes as you leaned back further, the water now muffling the sound of the workmen downstairs preparing for the event Tommy had planned for tonight. You breathed in deeply, your hands gliding along the bubbles that encircled you, peace, finally. The last few days had been a lot easier since you relented to Tommy's control. You understood the rules of your relationship, you was to do as he wished as he wanted, never to talk back, never to disobey, always be the dutiful wife, a trophy on his arm.

"Y/N" Tommy said standing over you in the bath. "Y/N" he repeated once again. Opening your eyes you abruptly sat up to see your husband glaring down at you, his jaw clenched as he looked over your body, your soap covered breasts fully on display teasing the frustration that had built up in him over the past month.

" Tommy" you replied in surprise as you slipped back down into the water to cover your body. Bending down next to the bath, Tommy dipped his hand into the water, rubbing the bubbles between his fingers as he looked back at you.

" Everyone will be arriving in an hour" he said as he took in your flushed face, his stare reddening you cheeks even more as his fingers glided along the water.

" I'll be ready in time Tommy, I promise" you said as you watched him pick up the sponge from the side of the bath, soaking it in the water.

" There will be a lot of important people at this event, I want you to be on your best behaviour" he added as he brought the sponge up to your shoulder, gently brushing it along your arm.

" I will Tommy" you nodded as you watched his eyes look over your body, the bubbles slowly starting to disintegrate around you. " The waters getting cold, I should get out"

" Seems alright to me" Tommy replied, dipping his hand back into the bath to check its temperature.

" I have to get ready. I want to make myself pretty for you" you said smiling to him as Tommy let out a small chuckle In response.

" You're always pretty Y/N" he replied standing up, walking back to the door, his shoulder now leaning against the frame as he waited for you to get out. With no towel within your reach you stayed seated in the bath as Tommy looked back at you, watching the apprehension grow in your face.

" Do you need this?" He asked looking at the neatly folded towel on the chair next to him. Nodding, your eyes darted between him and your arm covering your chest.

"Well come get it then" he replied, a dark grin spreading across his face as he watched your nervousness.

"I'll put water everywhere" you said looking to him, swallowing harshly at his words. Taking pity on your shyness Tommy reached for the towel and passed it to you.

" Thank you" you replied, wrapping it around your body as you stood up making your way to your vanity, your husband following behind you.

" You're so beautiful Y/N" he said as he stood behind you whilst you sat at the dressing table brushing your hair. Nuzzling his head into your neck, Tommy kissed along your jaw as his hands came down over your shoulders, inching ever closer to the towel wrapped around your body.

"Mr Shelby, there's a problem with the band" a voice said from behind the door as Tommy's hands came to a stop.

" Can it not fucking wait?" he replied placing his hands to his hips in frustration as he turned to look at the door.

" Mr Shelby, they're saying they will leave if they don't get paid upfront"

" Fuck sake, can I never have a moment alone with my wife" Tommy muttered under his breath as he looked at you in the reflection of the mirror staring back at him. Sending him a small smile, Tommy pushed the hair away from your neck as he leant down to place a kiss to your cheek.

The moment the door to the bedroom shut, you slumped back into your chair, your fingers coming up to pinch between your brows. You only had yourself to blame, you thought as you searched for the girl you once was in the mirror In front of you. You agreed to this, you chose this life and now you had to deal with the consequences of your rushed decision. Paint on a smile and carry on, that's what you was always taught, you thought to yourself as you stared your reflection down. With no other option that's exactly what you did, you painted on a smile like any dutiful obedient wife would.

Walking down into the foyer, you looked around at the many guests that had now filled the once empty space. An evening for people to make new contacts, make business deals, introduce themselves into the political world, a world Tommy envisaged himself in with you by his side.

"Well Mr Shelby, you certainly are a lucky man" a gentleman standing next to him said as he nodded in your direction. Turning around Tommy's eyes widened at your choice of dress, a dress he had picked for you to wear for him in private. A dark silk green gown that dipped at the back with a long slit at the front that reached your upper thigh.

" Excuse me" Tommy said, anger in his voice as he clenched his fist at the man's perverted thoughts. With one hand holding tightly onto the bottom of the bannister you watched as your husband stormed over to you.

" What are you wearing?" Tommy said quietly as he pushed himself up against you, covering your body to anyone who dared to look at you.

" Tommy it's the only evening gown I have" you said nervously as you looked at the irritation spreading across his face.

"A dress I brought for my eyes only, not for these old fucks gawking at you. Are you enjoying it? Them staring at you like that? Tommy seethed as his hand started to dig into your lower back. " You're upsetting me Y/N and you know what happens when I get upset. Go change" he said turning you around as you nodded profusely.

" Y/N, darling" Polly said grabbing your arm, spinning you around. " Wow, look at you, you look beautiful love" she said holding your arm out so she could get a better view of your dress. " Very chic" she smiled winking to you. " Come on let's get a drink" she said as your eyes darted to Tommy, panic started to set in as your husband stared you down. You would certainly pay for your disobedience later, you thought to yourself as you walked away from him, his eyes piercing into you.

" Hey you" Ada said as she approached you. " You ok? You look exhausted" she asked, her hand on your arm as concern filled her eyes.

" I'm fine, just not sleeping well that's all"

"I understand, you must be so worried"

" Worried?" You questioned confused.

" Your mum being in hospital and everything. She's getting the best help possible Y/N, Tommy's making sure of it. I know it's been almost two weeks since she's been in there, but she'll be out soon" Ada said, looking at you sympathetically as tears built up in your eyes. " Oh for god's sake, no no no, those are supposed to go over there, by the table with the rest of the food. Sorry hun, we'll catch up later, ok?" she called out, as she followed one of the waiters carrying a silver tray of canapés.

Your mother's sick. Holding onto the closest thing to you, your body felt like it had collapsed in on itself as you scrambled to grab a glass of champagne on the table beside you. Downing it in one you picked up another as you looked over to Tommy staring at you, pinching the bottom of his lip. You was making a fool of yourself he thought as he watched your grab a third glass of champagne. He told you to behave and you hadn't listened...his wife a drunk mess, what an embarrassment. Downing the third glass, you glared back at Tommy, you knew this was all his doing. Your anger was close to boiling over as you clutched onto the glass in your hand. How could he not have told you your mother was sick, you thought to yourself as you found your feet marching towards him, Tommy completely unaware of you closing in on him as he talked to one of the many guests he had invited. You didn't care if you made a scene, in fact you wanted to, you wanted everyone to see the lengths your husband had gone to make your life miserable. Just as you was about to reach him you felt someone grab your arm turning you around.

" Y/N" Arthur said stopping you. "Come here, I want you to meet someone" he continued, his arm around your shoulder as you glanced back at Tommy, your opportunity taken away.

" Y/N, meet my little slice of Heaven" Arthur said letting go of you as he approached a young woman in front of you." My Angel" he said wrapping his arm around her waist as he nuzzled his nose into her neck whilst she giggled in delight.

"It's so nice to finally meet you Y/N" she said brushing her ivory white locks behind her shoulder as her porcelain skin glistened under the candle light. She was mesmerising, Arthur was right, she was an angel.

" Oi, get back here, I'm bloody dying of thirst" Arthur shouted as he chased down a waiter, leaving you alone with Heaven.

" You fell off your horse" she said narrowing her eyes in at someone behind you as your brow scrunched in confusion. How did she know that? Gently taking your hand into hers, you watched her fingers trace over the redness of you skin as she lovingly rubbed away the pain.

" Better?" She smiled, as you moved your wrist in circles, the soreness suddenly vanishing.

"How did you.." you started to say until Heaven pulled you close to her, your stare fixed on the figure approaching you both in the reflection of her eyes.

" Fire burns endlessly in Y/N. He will never let you go. He will hunt you down and live forever through you" she whispered into your ear letting go of you arm as you felt the familiar hand of your husband on your lower back.

" You ladies getting along" Arthur approached with a drink in his hand winking to you both.

" Arthur...Heaven" Tommy said as he cleared his throat, disdain in his voice at her name. The tension was palpable, it was a stand-off piercing stares between Tommy and Heaven as you and Arthur silently looked on.

" Come on darling we have people to meet" Tommy said turning to you, guiding you to the center of the foyer as Heaven's eyes quickly darted to you, panic in her face as she watched you walk away from her.

"What were you doing talking to that witch?" Tommy seethed as he grabbed your arm, bringing you closer to him. " She's the Devil's bride, straight from hell, did she touch you?" he asked as he glared at the long haired woman once more, fear and superstition engulfing his thoughts.

" The only one straight from hell is you" you replied through gritted teeth as you pushed him off you. " You evil bastard, how dare you not tell me about my mother being sick.

" What the fuck did you just call me, eh?" Tommy said grabbing you forcefully by the arm as he dragged you into a small closet room.

" My own mother Tommy" you cried as he shut the door behind you. " My own fucking mother!" you said lunging at him as you repeatedly hit him in the chest. Wrapping his arms around you, he held onto you tightly as your knees went weak.

" I didn't tell you because of how you would react, you see how you get? Look at you Y/N, you need me, you're too emotional to make decisions for yourself. Your mother will be released from hospital in a few days, and if you behave we will go visit her, ok?" Tommy said as he held you out in front of him, your shoulders limp as you nodded to his words, defeated once again.

"Understood?"

" Yes Tommy"

Brushing the tears from your face, Tommy's smile suddenly dropped as he grabbed hold of your chin.

" I'll let this time slide, you're clearly unstable after hearing about your mother. But I warn you Y/N embarrass me like that again, and I'll make sure it's the last time you're ever seen in public" he reiterated as he held tightly onto you chin, your tears falling onto his hand, as his eyes pierced in to you.

Straightening his Tux out Tommy opened the door to the closet, clearing his throat as he walked out.

" Minister, have you met my wife" Tommy said turning around to face you, his hand out waiting for you as you brushed away your tears, a smile painted on your face.

Standing at the kitchen counter you grabbed hold off the whiskey bottle in front of you, staring it down. Another wouldn't hurt you thought to yourself as you poured the bitter liquor into your empty glass. Everyone had left the party a few hours ago, and you had played the role you was supposed to play. You smiled, you laughed you listened to the endless talk of current political matters, all the time Tommy standing next to you, his hand possessively resting on your lower back for the remainder of the night. Now you found yourself alone in the dark, trying to fill the emptiness inside you, the moonlight dancing on your skin each time you raised the glass to your lips.

" Why are you not in bed? " you heard your husbands voice say, his presence being made known by the smell of tobacco filling the air, suffocating your lungs like the invisible hand you constantly felt around your neck . How long had he be standing there, watching you? You questioned, keeping your back to him.

" I asked you a question" Tommy said irritated like a parent scolding their unruly child. Clenching your fist, your jaw tightened as your eyes filled with tears, the knife laying beside you calling your name. Moving your hand slowly along the marble surface you laced your fingers around the handle, clutching it tightly as you whole body began to tremble.

"Y/N" Tommy said again as you turned around, the knife now in your hand, pointing in his direction. A smile forming on his lips Tommy let out a dark laugh as he put his hands in his pockets, slowly approaching you as anger flashed across your face at his dismissive response.

" Go on then" he said as he got closer " I dare your" he taunted you as a smirk formed on the corner of his mouth, the blade of the knife only inches away from his uncovered stomach.

" You're killing me Tommy " you sobbed as he stared you down, his eyes never once moving from yours, unbothered by the knife gripped tightly in your hand.

"I'll make it easier for you" he said closing the gap between him and the blade as he looked down at it slowly piercing into his skin, a trail of blood seeping down his stomach as he hissed at the pain, a look of relief spreading across his face. Looking down in horror you dropped the knife to your side as you looked at your husband's red stained skin. Tommy suddenly reached up, grabbing the back of your head as he pushed his face up against the side of your cheek.

" You're all talk sweetheart" he whispered in your ear mocking you, his grip on you hair painfully tight against your scalp. With one swift movement you pushed him away bringing the knife down onto his arm.

" You bitch!..." Tommy yelled, placing his hand to the gash on his arm as blood dropped on to the kitchen floor, staining the white concrete tiles beneath him. Dropping the knife you brought your hand up to your mouth as you stumbled back in shock at what you had done. You watched as fury grew in his eyes, an unstoppable anger building inside him. Not knowing what else to do you ran past him as he tried to grab hold of your arm, his bloody hands slipping from you as you ran towards the stairs.

"Y/N!! Y/N!!" He shouted at the top of his voice, his words booming from wall to wall. Picking up the knife from the floor Tommy looked down at his bloodied arm as he clenched his grip around the handle. A sudden calmness washed over him as he walked out into the foyer, his posture straightening out as he got to the bottom of the stairs. With his blackened stare looking up at the steps in front of him a devilish smirk grew on his lips as he started making his way up to the second floor.

" Y/N Ohh Y/N"

End of flashback...

Unable to hold back any more Tommy crashed his lips back onto yours as he fumbled to undo the rest of your night dress.

" You've wanted it all this time, haven't you?" He said pressing his hard length into your pelvis. "Say it Y/N" He groaned against your neck as his thumb brushed against your swollen lips, grazing your teeth.

" I have...Tommy, please" you moaned back as he frantically undid his suit trousers, pushing them down to his knees.

" Hurry" you whined as you hooked your leg around him.

" Don't worry darling, I'll give you what you want" he replied with a low chuckle as he pulled your dress further up. Lining his swollen tip up against your waiting heat, Tommy pushed himself into you, letting out a primal groan as he buried his head into your neck. Silence filled the empty corridor as Tommy stayed motionless, breathing heavily into your skin.

"Tommy?" You questioned opening your eyes, as he stood there buried deep inside you . " Tommy, move " you said desperate for friction as you held onto his broad shoulders, rocking your hips back and forth. Suddenly Tommy grabbed hold of each side of your waist stopping your movements as his eyes pierced into yours unforgivably.

" Ask nicely" he said lowly as he began to move inside you at a slow deliberate pace.

" Please, faster" you pleaded as his tongue entered your mouth, brushing against your own.

"Fuck, you feel so good" he sighed scrunching his eyes shut as his rhythm intensified. So consumed by your own gratification, you gave no thought to your husband's pleasure, you was taking what you needed from this situation, for the first time you was being selfish. Clenching yourself around him you felt the pressure building up, ready to explode.

"Shit...sweetheart, don't do that...I want this to last" Tommy moaned in response as he kissed along your neck, his chest rubbing against your breasts as he felt you tightening around him like a vice.

For a split-second you looked down at the knife on the floor. The thought of ending everything entering your mind as quickly as it left. You was in too much of a daze to take action, the satisfaction of release approaching you at rapid speed.

" Look at me Y/N " Tommy demanded as he turned your head to face him, kicking the knife away from you both. " You keep your eyes on me" he ordered as he held your flushed cheek.

" Tommy, I'm so close" you moaned as you fingers dug into his back, your cheek pressed against his.

" Then cum with me, cum with me Y/N..." Tommy groaned as you frantically nodded your head.

His forehead pressed against yours you both let go moaning into each others mouth, your name leaving his lips as you both basked in your highs. Still throbbing inside you Tommy moved his head back to look at you, and that's when you saw it. Vulnerability. It flashed across his face so quickly that you could have missed it, but it made its self known whether he wanted it to or not.

Your leg dropping from his waist, Tommy pulled out of you whilst a silence fell upon the dark corridor. Something had changed. Looking to your husband your body tensed up as you anticipated his next move, was he still angry at you?

In a soothing manner Tommy stroked up and down your arm as he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

" I'm gonna get this cleaned up" he said looking down at his arm as he pulled his trousers up from his knees " I'll um, come to bed right after, is that ok?" He questioned. Was he asking for permission? Nodding you smiled to him as he leaned in, tenderly placing a kiss to you lips.

" Alright then" he replied with a nod of his head, smiling back to you, your hand clutching tightly onto the door handle as you watched him walk down the large staircase.

Entering the bedroom you shut the door quickly as panic started to set in. What had you done? You thought to yourself as you pressed your hand to your chest, your breathing rapidly increasing as you stumbled to sit on the bed. The one thing you had over him and you gave it to him freely, the one thing he desperately yearned from you and in a moment of weakness you let him have it. He had betrayed you, he had played cruel games with you and you let him have you, you was as sick and twisted as him you concluded as you looked nervously around you. You had nothing left to bargain with, you was now completely under his will, and that's when it hit you, you had to run. You could not endure another day of his tormenting behaviour, you needed to escape before you could no longer get back the girl you was from once before. Tommy could enter the room at any moment so, in a frantic state you pulled out one of the suitcases from the wardrobe, throwing as many clothes as you could possibly fit into the small luggage. Walking over to your vanity a small box caught your eye, it was the box with the diamond bracelet Tommy had gifted you that day you saw eachother after ten years. Memories flooding back you picked it up, holding it tightly against your heart as tears fell down your face, how did your not see the signs, would you have even rejected the proposal if you did? Placing the small box within your clothes you shut the suitcase, sliding it under the bed as you then quickly jumped under the covers, your hand to your mouth as you tried to calm your breathing.

Not long after, you heard the door to the bedroom open. Sliding under the covers Tommy wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him as he placed a kiss to your shoulder.

" I love you Y/N" he said as he stroked your hair with his fingers, his body so close to yours you could feel his heart beating in his chest.

" I love you too Tommy" you replied as a tear fell down your cheek onto your pillow. You did love him, but he was no longer your Tommy, the caring boy from Watery Lane. You knew deep down he would never change, you had to go...you had to leave your childhood love behind.

In fear of awakening your husband you stayed as still as you could until his grip on you slowly loosened. It must have been close to sunrise when you eventually turned around to see Tommy sleeping peacefully beside you. A small content smile etched on his lips as he slept soundly knowing you was right next to him. Quietly slipping from the bed you got dressed, all the time watching him for any sudden movements, but he didn't wake. For the first in a long time Tommy slept deeply. Pulling a small piece of paper from your vanity you wrote down a few words before folding it in half, placing it on your silk night gown neatly folded on your side of the bed. Picking up your suitcase you walked slowly to the door as you looked back one last time, a sadness washing over you at what could have been. "Goodbye Tommy" you whispered as you closed the door, tears falling from your eyes as you looked down at your wedding ring, it was over.

Waking up, Tommy turned around reaching out for you, but as his hands moved to your side of the bed he felt nothing but emptiness. Opening his eyes Tommy sat up looking around.

" Y/N" he called out as he looked to your pillow, wondering why you was not laying beside him. Moving the cover away his eyes locked on to the small piece of paper sitting on your night gown. Opening the folded note Tommy's eyes widened in anger.

" All the Jewels and finest clothes could not make me stay. My perfume still lingers on this delicate cloth you had me wear, now your only memory of me, your only comfort. Goodbye Tommy"

Scrunching the piece paper into a ball, he enclosed the once neatly folded note into his hand. Fury overtaking his body Tommy grabbed his clothes as he stormed downstairs yelling your name.

" Y/N!" he shouted, awakening everyone in the house, as he went from room to room slamming each door as he looked for you. Coming to a stop in the foyer Tommy bent over placing his hands on his knees as he breathed in heavily. The room spinning around him he rubbed his eyes as he tried to clear the blurriness in his vision.

"FUCK!!" he yelled at the top of his voice as he threw a chair across the room in anger, the unfamiliar feeling of panic rising in his body as he tried to steady his breathing. Brushing his hands through his hair Tommy cleared his throat, straightening his posture out as he walked over to a side table in the entryway. Picking up his cap and coat, Tommy calmly placed each one on his body as he then reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his black leather gloves.

" Get my car" he said looking to one of the servants nervously waiting by the door as Tommy placed his hands in each of the gloves, stretching his fingers out at the tightness of the leather.

" Where will you be going Sir? " the young man asked as he handed him the keys.

Reaching into his pocket Tommy pulled out a cigarette placing it between his lips as he lit a match, the flame illuminating the darkness in his eyes. Exhaling the smoke out into the crisp morning air Tommy turned to face the young man next to him, a wicked smile gracing his lips.

" I'm going on a hunt"

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