#my she/they ass is not surprised but kinda :( rn

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30 Years...

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Not doing great right now tbh. Probably proven by the fact that I got cut off by the tag limit. Fun fun fun fun fun.

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TABLE 3 | JJK ch14

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jungkook x fuckbuddy/waitress! reader

warnings: SMUTTTTTTTTT profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity.

smut warnings: needy jungkook, suggestive messages, booty call at 3AM LOL. shower sex, protected sex, oral m recieving, throat fucking, crying, gagging, fingering, squirting, spanking, use of showerhead against the clit, clit play, nipple play, missionary, doggystyle, oc is practically touching her toes, reverse cowgirl umm but he does all the work?? cowgirl, strength kink, fucking while standing up, oc smacks jungkooks butt HAHA, multiple orgasms for both, super needy kook, basicaly non verbal oc lol, jungkook cant stop thinking abt leaving and he takes it out on her </3 (its hot tho) jungkook is just rlly fuckin horny and she just lets him do whatever pretty much. kinda dom jk?? DIRTY TALKKK ITS SO DIRTYYYYYYY, kinda possesive jk in a “noone will make u feel like this” way??? FLUFFY AFTERCARE!!!

wc: longggg

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020 @rayyrayy10 @elinaki92 @alana4610

a/n: make sure to read till the end wink wink. it all comes crashiny down soon guys… so prepare LOL. i figured they deserved s rlly freaky chap before that tho. ENJOY MY LOVES

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The next morning, you wake up to the soft glow of daylight filtering through the massive hotel windows.

Nari, of course, is still knocked out—sprawled on the bed like a starfish, one arm flung over her face, her hair a tangled mess from sleep. Her breathing is heavy, slow, peaceful.

And you? You groan the second reality kicks in.

You have a night shift.

You sit up, running a hand down your face as the weight of that realization sinks in. After the absolute high of last night—VIP treatment, insane performances, Jungkook—your reward? A long-ass shift at the diner, which was of course the consequence of asking for one day off.

Life is cruel.

Knowing better than to wake Nari unless it’s a life or death situation, you quietly slip out of bed and start packing your things. The magic of the concert is still lingering in the air, but with every folded piece of clothing, every zip of your bag, it fades just a little, replaced by the routine of your normal life.

The normal life that does not include penthouse suites and private concert boxes.

Once your bag is mostly packed, you hop into the shower, letting the warm water wake you up. By the time you’re dressed and ready, Nari still hasn’t moved.

Great.

You settle onto the couch and finally—finally—open your phone.

There’s no good morning text from Jungkook. Not surprising. He’s probably still asleep, hungover if last night’s spam is anything to go by.

And speaking of that—

You click into the chat.

His messages from the night before are a mess.

Jungkook [2:12 AM]: IM si tied

Jungkook [2:13 AM]: si so tired fukc tired

Jungkook [2:15 AM]: wait no im buzzing still im still high off the concert not like drug high ok

Jungkook [2:16 AM]: did u like it???????

Jungkook [2:17 AM]: bet u cried. bet u wept. bet u are weeping rn

Jungkook [2:19 AM]: i wana kiss u rn

Jungkook [2:20 AM]: NOT IN A HORNY WAY

Jungkook [2:22 AM]: mayb a little in a hornt way

You snort, scrolling further.

There are voice messages—slurred, barely understandable, probably recorded in the car ride back.

You click on one.

A deep, drawn-out sigh fills your ears, followed by a very drunk-sounding Jungkook.

“U don’t even knooowwwwwww how much I killed it. Like. No one. No one killed it like me. I’m soooo good. Did u SEEEEEE MEEEE??????? Wait ofc u did. Hi. I miss youuuuuuuu heheheheheh.”

You wheeze.

Then there are accidental photos of a table—just a table—with half-eaten food and someone’s hand in the frame. Probably one of his dancers.

A few blurry videos of him dancing on top of said table.

You shake your head, thoroughly entertained—until—

Your scrolling halts.

One message stands out.

Amidst all the nonsense, all the chaotic, drunken rambling, there’s one that’s… off.

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: im raelky fucking sorry y

Your brows furrow.

It’s buried between a spam of typos and nonsense, easy to overlook, easy to dismiss as just another drunken slip-up.

But still. Sorry?

For what?

You stare at it for a moment, lips pressing together.

Your gut tells you to ask.

But your brain tells you not to dwell on it.

So, you don’t.

You exhale, shaking off the weird feeling creeping in your chest, choosing instead to focus on the much more entertaining parts of his messages.

Like the terribly filmed videos of him singing dramatically, off-key, into a bottle of soju.

Or the way his last message—before passing out, apparently—was just:

Jungkook [3:22 AM]: meow

You lose it.

The weird feeling lingers in the back of your mind, but for now, you let yourself laugh.

And maybe, just maybe, you forget about that one message entirely.

For now.

——

Nari wakes up in the worst mood imaginable. You drag yourselves out of the hotel, obviously after munching on the breakfast buffet like absolute animals.

Which, honestly, is valid. You’d both gotten maybe five hours of sleep, and when you texted her when you got home in the morning to check in, she was radio silent.

Unresponsive. Dead to the world. Practically in a coma.

You figured she needed it—after all, that concert was a marathon. But by the time you dragged yourself through your morning routine, did some mindless scrolling, and considered texting Jungkook, you finally got a single reply from Nari at 1 PM:

Nari [1:04 PM]: bitch

That was it. No follow-up.

Meanwhile, Jungkook finally woke up at 2 PM, which was late, even for him.

Jungkook [2:15 PM]: good morningggggggg 🥱

You [2:16 PM]: it’s 2PM.

Jungkook [2:16 PM]: i am a popstar and i require beauty rest.

Jungkook [2:16 PM]: u up?

You [2:17 PM]: obviously.

Jungkook [2:18 PM]: cute.

And that’s how the texting started—all day, back and forth, about everything and nothing.

The concert. How unreal it was. How insane the screams were. How you both really had the audacity to do what you did before the concert when he was supposed to be saving his energy.

And then, somewhere between 11 PM and 3 AM, your texts shifted to complaining about your night shift.

Nari had offered to drive you both home after it because, in her words, “I am literally on the verge of death, and the faster I get us to the nearest bed, which is your place, the faster I can sleep.”

So now, here you both were, dragging your bodies inside your apartment, exhausted and delirious, talking shit about the weirdest customer of the night.

“I swear,” Nari groans, tossing her keys onto your desk, “that man has never showered in his life.”

“I think I’m still smelling him,” you mumble, flopping onto the bed.

Nari follows suit, dramatically collapsing beside you. “If I ever agree to another night shift, slap me.”

“Same for me.”

You mindlessly pull your phone out, expecting more texts from Jungkook—but he hasn’t replied for a bit. Which is… weird.

But before you can question it, your phone buzzes.

And then another. And another. And—

Jungkook [3:02 AM]: u up?

Jungkook [3:02 AM]: wait ofc ur up u just texted me

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: come over

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: now

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: please

You blink.

Okay. That’s new.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard,

You [3:04 AM]: u okay?

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: no

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: i miss you

Jungkook [3:05 AM]: come

Your stomach flips.

Oh.

You [3:05 AM]: jungkook its 3am.

Jungkook [3:05 AM]: y/n.

You sigh, staring at the screen.

Okay, you want to go. Desperately. But—

You [3:06 AM]: can’t. nari’s over.

You expect him to be pushy—maybe whine a little, try to convince you.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his next message is immediate.

Jungkook [3:06 AM]: ohhh okay. get some sleep then.

Jungkook [3:06 AM]: i’ll see u tomorrow maybe?

You smile a little. Of course he’s understanding.

And then— A voice beside you.

“Oh my god,” Nari practically cackles, making you jump. She’s leaning over, peering at your phone, grinning like a menace.

“Bitch, GO.”

Your mouth opens. “I—”

“You think I care?” She snorts, flopping back onto the bed. “I’m gonna be asleep in the next 5 mins and probably all day tomorrow. I wouldn’t notice if the building was on fire.”

You hesitate. She notices.

She glares. “Y/N, if you don’t get your ass up”

You bite your lip, sighing. “Can you drive me?”

Nari snorts. “It is three in the morning. I am not getting behind a wheel right now.”

You huff, already pulling up the Uber app. Asking for Jungkook’s address and typing it in. “I’ll just—”

Nari snatches your phone out of your hand.

And Ubers you to Jungkook’s apartment

She pays for it before you can react.

Your jaw drops. “Nari—”

She shrugs, grinning. “Consider it my thank you for that once-in-a-lifetime concert experience. You think I’m not still riding that high?”

You groan, but at this point, you’ve lost. You snatch your phone back.

You [3:12 AM]: omw.

Jungkook’s reply is instant.

Jungkook [3:12 AM]: 😏

You roll your eyes as you head to the bathroom, trying to act like you’re not doing the absolute most to freshen up.

Hair? Fixed. Perfume? A little. Lips? Definitely hydrated with layers of gloss.

And the second you catch yourself in the mirror, adjusting your clothes like you’re not about to just end up taking them off anyway—

“Bitch.”

You jump.

Nari is watching you from the bed, arms crossed, smirking like she caught you red-handed.

“You are doing too much for a 3 AM dick appointment.”

You scowl. “Shut up.”

She snorts, rolling onto her side. “Nah, it’s okay. You deserve it.”

A beat. Then—

“My girl’s getting dicked downnn tonight.”

You throw a pillow at her. She wheezes.

Your phone buzzes. The Uber’s outside.

⸻

By the time you step out of the Uber, you are literally fighting for your life.

Your limbs are heavy, your eyelids are betraying you, and every step toward Jungkook’s apartment door feels like you’re wading through concrete.

But you know exactly what’s about to happen.

And somehow, that alone is keeping you alive.You knock once you get to his door, somehow remembering how to get there since the field date—too tired to text, too wired to just walk in like you own the place.

It takes half a second before the door swings open.

Jungkook stands there, leaning against the frame like he’s trying very, very hard to keep his composure.

Like he’s trying to act normal—cool, casual, unfazed. But his eyes betray him immediately. Because they drink you in. Like he’s starving.

And then— All that composure?

Gone once you smile and say “Hi.”

You barely register Jungkook’s grip on your wrist before the door shuts behind you, sealing you into his space, his world, his intentions.

He’s not playing around.

The second you’re inside, he’s on you. Hands on your waist, pushing you back, his breathing already heavier than it should be for someone who hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

You’re half-asleep, running on fumes, but your body?

It knows exactly where this is going.

You feel the cold edge of the bathroom sink, which you don’t even question how fast he’d pulled you in there, against your back before your brain even catches up to the fact that he’s been steering you here on purpose.

His grip is firm, deliberate, his fingers pressing through the fabric of your pullover, claiming you before he’s even said a word.

And then— “I already showered,” you manage, breathless, blinking up at him.

Jungkook just grins.

Smirks, actually.

The kind of slow, dangerous smirk that makes your stomach clench, makes your knees weaker than they already are from exhaustion.

“I haven’t.”

A pause.

Then—

His lips crash into yours.

And just like that—

You are wide awake.

Jungkook kisses you like he’s been waiting all day for this.

Like he’s been counting down the minutes, picturing this exact moment, craving it.

And you? You feel it.

Every ounce of his desperation, his need, the way his hands tighten just a little too much when they grip your hips, like he’s trying to ground himself in your warmth.

He doesn’t even let you think.

The second he feels you relax into it, he’s lifting you—easily, like you weigh nothing—and setting you onto the cold marble countertop of the sink.

Your legs automatically spread for him, letting him step in between, and— He whimpers. Actually whimpers. Like just the feel of your body opening up for him is already too much.

You feel the weight of his hands slide down from your waist to your thighs, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of your hoodie.

He leans in, kisses you deeper this time, tongue teasing yours, hot and demanding.

It’s all teeth and lips and need.

Like he wants to devour you. And you? You let him.

Because fuck it, you want it too.

The exhaustion from earlier? Completely gone when your hands tangle in his hair, still damp from whatever half-assed shower he took, and the feeling of your fingers tugging, gripping makes him let out a low, breathy curse against your lips.

He’s losing it. Then his hands disappear.

You barely have time to process the sudden loss of warmth before you hear it—

The sound of his hoodie hitting the floor. Then his shirt. You look down.

The heat that pools in your stomach at the sight of him—shirtless, toned, glistening from the way the bathroom light reflects off his skin—is actually unfair.

He’s so unfair.

And he knows it.

Because he’s watching you watch him. Head tilted, chest rising and falling, lips red and swollen from kissing you like he was trying to leave a permanent mark.

“You’re staring, baby.”

Your cheeks burn. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You don’t get the chance.

Because before you can even think of something to say, he takes off your clothes and he’s lifting you again—

Off the counter. Into the shower.

Your body shivers. Not from the temperature—from him.

From the way his hands slide up your sides, from the way his mouth attaches to the soft skin under your jaw, kissing, sucking, teasing.

He’s barely doing anything, and yet you feel weak. Like your entire body is being tuned to his touch. And he knows it.

Because when his lips move to your ear, his voice drops, raspy, his breath hot against your skin— “You still tired?”

The smirk in his tone is palpable. You glare at him—well, you try to. It’s hard to be intimidating when your brain is melting.

But you force yourself to lie “Yes.”

Jungkook laughs “Better wake you up then.”

Then his hands are on you again.

And just like that, he makes sure you never feel tired again.

Jungkook scoops you up effortlessly, and you’re suddenly clinging to him like a fucking koala, your arms wrapped around his neck as you laugh.

He nearly trips when he picks you up, and you can’t help but giggle at how ungraceful he looks. “Careful,” you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You notice his… well, you notice. His cock isn’t fully hard, but it’s in the process of getting to it, it’s already starting to twitch, and damn, it’s hard not to stare when it swings with every movement in front of you.

You’re almost hypnotized by the way the huge thing moves.

But then, of course, the cold water sprays you right in the face, and you let out a loud squeal, completely unprepared. Jungkook immediately goes wide-eyed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry, baby.” he says quickly and chuckles, his voice cracking slightly as he tries not to laugh at your reaction.

And then, before you can recover, he pulls you back into a kiss. It’s warm, soft, and the taste of him makes you forget all about the shock of the cold water. There’s something about seeing him like this—so real, so raw, his skin glistening with water—that makes your stomach do flips. You hadn’t realized how much you liked this part of him. The part that’s just… human.

As he deepens the kiss, you let yourself melt into him, not caring about the cold anymore, just the feeling of being so close, so completely wrapped up in him.

The kiss doesn’t last as long as you’d like however, his hands already moving across your wet skin. His tattooed hand gently brushes your damp hair away from your face, and you can’t help but smile at how undone everything is, mascara probably smeared, but you don’t care.

He’s groaning in your fucking face, his hands roaming, just feeling every inch of you like he’s starved for the touch.

You can feel how much he’s craving you, the way he reacts to your body, every movement of his making you shiver.

“I missed you,” he says, voice thick with longing, and there’s a desperation in his words that makes your heart race. He pulls away just enough to look at you, and suddenly you notice- he’s jerking off by just looking at your face.

Your knees buckle.

His eyes dark, his breath heavy. You try to look away, feeling your cheeks flush, but he catches your chin, gently tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“I swear, I’ve been losing my fucking mind,” he murmurs, his voice almost shaky as he leans in closer, forehead to yours, his breath warm against your lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about fucking that little pussy.” He looks down. Tugs harder. “I wanted you so badly, you have no idea,” A moan, “I came so hard thinking of what we did yesterday night- Fuck-“

He’s babbling now, each word filled with so much raw emotion that you feel a heat rise in your chest, your face burning with embarrassment as you try to hide your flustered reaction. But he doesn’t stop, his hands now holding you close, other hand still tugging at his cock, filling the air with nasty, wet noises as he continues, his desperation clear.

“I couldn’t think straight without you,” he says, his voice a little frantic now. “You drive me insane, you don’t understand…”

You can’t help but blush harder, the way he’s pouring out his emotions making you feel more exposed than you’ve ever felt. His words, though, only make the connection between you feel even stronger, the intensity building between you two in ways you never expected.

He’s not just after your body; he’s after you, and that realization makes your heart skip a beat. It’s different from before, he’s clearly worked up about something. And you can’t help but think it’s not just because he misses having sex with you.

But you don’t pry. Like always.

“You had to message me at 3AM for this?” you tease, raising an eyebrow at him.

Jungkook pauses for a second, his smirk slowly spreading across his face. The way his eyes gleam with both frustration and amusement makes your heart skip a beat. “Duh,” he replies, his voice dripping with that familiar confidence. “You think I wasn’t gonna do whatever it took?”

His hand reaches up, brushing your cheek softly as he laughs lightly, the tension between you easing into something more playful.

You roll your eyes, but the warmth of his smile, the way he looks at you with such intensity, has you blushing again. The teasing may be there, but underneath it all, you both know how badly you want this connection, the way you fit together, and how much you crave more of each other.

You chuckle, shaking your head at him. “It’s been one day, Kook. One day,” you tease, trying to hide the blush that creeps up your neck.

“I don’t care.” His voice is low, sharp, cutting through your sentence like a blade. His fingers trail lower, his touch light—too light. “I’ll take you whenever I want.”

His gaze darkens a bit, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race. “Doesn’t matter how long it’s been. I want you always,” he says, his hand reaching out to brush your hair away from your face again, the water running over your body,

You can’t help but blush again, the mix of desperation and affection in his words making it hard to breathe. It’s more than just a physical need—it’s something deeper, something raw that you both can feel.

He lets go of his cock, face scrunching up in the cutest way as if he was about to cum. Hes so pathetic, but you love it. His cock flushed a pretty pink when it’s left to stand in front of his glistening abdomen, twitching slightly.

Suddenly, a soft “Fuck-“ escapes you as he gently traces your folds which have been soaked by your own juices and the water from the shower, and you realize just how much you’ve missed this closeness—the way he holds you like you’re fragile, yet there’s an unspoken promise in his touch that says he’ll never let you go, even though the last time he had touched you like this was only less than 48 hours ago. And that’s when you realize.

You’re fucking doomed.

The realization hits you like a wave, crashing over you with the weight of it all.

You never imagined sex would ever feel like this—so real, so intense-

But also really fucking good of course.

Despite having sex with Jungkook before, less times that you can count on your hand, nothing compares to this feeling. And that scares you more than you’d like to admit, because it’s not just physical. The way he makes you feel—cared for, seen—it’s like he’s holding you together in a way you didn’t know you needed. His desperation is raw and real, but there’s something more beneath it. A tenderness, an intimacy that makes you wonder if you’ve been underestimating what he’s been truly offering all along.

Jungkook never fails to put your pleasure first.

You realize now, with a startling clarity, that you’ve never experienced anything like this. And likely never will again. The way he makes you feel safe, even in the way he’s desperate for you now, shows just how much he values you. And even as his desire takes over, there’s this soft, underlying care that feels like it’s always been there, just waiting to surface.

His voice breaks through your thoughts, rough but somehow tender, “Look what you’ve done.” His words make your heart skip a beat, and the warmth between you deepens. You look down to see his hand back on his dick, not moving, just there. The fingers that skim through your folds falter slightly, “You make me so fucking hard,”

He finally pulls his hand away, and you can’t help but glance down at where he’s rubbing at your folds. Jungkook’s eyes stay locked on you, though, as his fingers gently press against your clit now. You gasp, feeling a shiver go through you at the contact. “Shit,” you moan, your gaze dropping, and he lets out a strangled noise, clearly feeling the heat too.

Suddenly, the water gets way too hot, and he shifts, his skin obviously uncomfortable.

Without even looking, he reaches over to adjust the temperature. You can’t help but snicker, watching him like he’s got some kind of mission to complete. “Can’t keep your hands off?” you tease, still chuckling, because honestly, it’s a little funny how much he’s trying to focus on you when he’s struggling just to turn the damn shower down.

Jungkook doesn’t laugh, though. When he turns his eyes away from your pussy and up to you, his eyebrows are furrowed, “I made it clear how much I want you, baby. And now you’re just gonna laugh at me?” He starts rubbing faster, and when he gives your clit a soft slap, you can’t help but squeal.

You get the feeling that Jungkook’s not gonna hold back tonight, and honestly? You’re kind of excited for it.

Kind of? Your buzzing for it.

He’s always been gentle with you during sex, and even on those late nights when you felt a little lonely—though, to be fair, you haven’t needed that kind of comfort in a while—you’ve always wondered… has Jungkook been holding something back? Is there a rougher, more carnal side to him?

His nose trails along your neck, and you can’t help but moan a little louder, totally under the spell of his fingers working their magic on you. “I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, and you’re gonna scream my name,” he says, pressing a wet kiss to your neck.

“A-ah—” You stutter at one particularly hard rub to your clit, and he grins like he knows exactly what he’s doing. He kisses down your body with way more enthusiasm than you expected, stopping at your chest and sucking on your nipples, each one with a little more force than you’re prepared for.

Suddenly, one harsh suck to your nipple and then his finger starts prodding in—unfortunately not adorned with his signature chunky rings this time. But either way, the sensation has you gasping and practically shouting his name. “J-Jungkook!”

He pulls away from your nipple, slamming his lips onto yours to silence the noise escaping you. You moan against his mouth as his fingers start to move slowly at first, and then he slips in another finger, picking up speed.

Jungkook’s fingers find the spot he never fails to find quickly, wether it’s with his cock or fingers.

He’s so unfair.

And you can’t help but gasp as his touch awakens a heat that spreads through your entire body. Your eyes lock, and you meet his gaze, seeing the intensity there. His hand crawls around your neck, holding it firmly in place, and the action makes you feel both anchored and completely vulnerable at the same time.

Your heart races, the sensation of his touch overwhelming you in ways you didn’t expect.

You can feel your legs grow weak, knees buckling, your body pressed up against the shower tiles for support, and Jungkook’s hand around your neck is a steady anchor. He watches you closely, the intensity in his eyes softening for a moment as he sees the way you’re trembling, his hand holding your neck just enough to remind you of his presence, his care.

There’s an unspoken understanding in the air between you—how much you’re both craving this closeness, this connection.

As his fingers move faster on your clit, the rawness of the moment hits you, and you’re left breathless. You tilt your head back further, practically looking straight up now, feeling exposed in the best way possible, as Jungkook stays close, holding you in his gaze, his face over yours as your buckling knees minimise your height, giving you something more than just the moment. He fingers you harder, rougher.

You force yourself to hold his gaze, even as your breath quickens, letting out vulnerable whimpers and strangled moans, feeling the heat between you two intensify. Jungkook breathes in deeply, his exhale brushing your face, and you notice the way his jaw clenches, the tension in his body mirroring the way you’re feeling.

“Always so fuckin’ tight,” he murmurs, voice low and rough.

His hand leaves your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and you can’t help but gasp. “J-Jungkook, please,” you moan, trying to gather enough focus to look up at him, pleading silently for a bit of mercy. You’re on the edge, and if you cum now, you don’t know how much more you can take.

He smirks down at you, his eyes full of that quiet intensity. “Please what?” he teases, tilting your head back by your hair just a little more, his grip firm.

“S-slow…” you whisper, your voice shaking from both desire and the overwhelming feeling of his fingers. And he has the audacity to chuckle and go even faster. “Can’t handle it?”

You shake your head, and his smirk only deepens, a quiet confidence in his gaze. Your heart skips when you realize that he won’t let up—he’s not backing down.

“You’re gonna take it because you’re such a good girl, right? The best girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of that same intensity. You clench around him, and he groans, caught by the tightness. He struggles for a moment, but it only makes him more determined.

His hand gently grips your chin, squeezing your cheeks together, guiding your puckered lips towards his for a soft, fleeting kiss on your lips, the touch tender despite the heat between you both.

He releases his hold on your face, his hand shifting to himself, and you can see the struggle in his expression as he moves even faster than before. The speed increases, and it catches you off guard, a wave of heat building inside you. You try to catch your breath, reaching out to grip his wrist, but he pushes your hand away, “Nggghh- Fuck!”

Then, suddenly, his touch falters for a moment, and you feel the shift as he pulls back.

What the fuck.

“I was so close!” You pout, frustration seeping into your voice.

“Enough,” he seethes, his tone sharper than you expected. His hands move to your waist, guiding you down to your knees, positioning you in front of him.

You’re on your knees, feeling a little unsteady from the moment, but there’s something about the way Jungkook stands over you, the way he watches you with such intensity that makes your heart race. You look up at him, his eyes soft but filled with an unspoken need, the muscles of his body taut and rippling in the dim light.

His strong thighs are close, the water running down his skin of his abs when you look up, the vibrancy of his coloured tattoos seem to increase under the water that cascades down his arms, creating a slight sheen that makes both of your lips drool-

Half of his face is slightly covered by the length of his hard cock above you, the sight of it is almost too much to process. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to steady yourself, but it’s hard.

He shifts slightly, length swinging, and you can feel the tension heightened in the air, the electricity between you both, as if every little movement is creating an undeniable pull. You gaze at him, the water dripping from his hair, and there’s a fire in your chest, the connection between you two so palpable it feels almost like a promise.

“You good?” His voice is softer than you expected, compared to the harshness earlier, and it makes you shiver, the warmth of his care wrapping around you.

You nod, unable to talk, feeling a mix of emotions you can barely sort through, but it’s all-consuming in a way you never expected.

He cradles your face, his gaze searching yours for some kind of reassurance, a silent question hanging between you. His hands are steady, as they grip around the base of his cock, letting out soft breaths.

He strokes his thumb over your bottom lip, watching it bounce back and smiling, his eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to gauge how you feel.

You meet his gaze, and there’s a mix of emotions between you—vulnerability, desire, and something deeper. The air feels charged, and without saying a word, you give him a slight nod.

He moves his tip closer to your mouth, and he grins when you try and chase it. “You want it?”

He taps it against your lips and you whine, opening your mouth, ready to take this thing in, but he moves it away, swinging it against your cheek. He groans at the impact.

You look up at him to find him grinning, holding back a laugh. “Jungkook,”

He gives in, only because it’s you. Finally pushing his tip inside your mouth.

The salty, familiar taste greets you.

Through all the times you and Jungkook had fucked, he’d made it pretty clear how much he loves receiving (as much as he does giving of course) never failing to slip it into your…sessions.

And you? You definitely aren’t complaining.

He lets you go at your own pace, and he just watches you from above as your tongue licks around his tip, watches you as you slip half of his length in your mouth, letting out the occasional grunt.

It hits him then. When you look up at him with a mouth full of cock. The impending doom of his military service that keeps popping up in his mind at the worst times possible like an annoying notification that he cant seem to swipe away.

And to will it away. He thrusts his entire length in your throat.

“Fuck…” His breath stutters, but even in his distraction, he notices your struggle. Your eyes widen as you cough, and he instinctively reaches for your temples, guiding you, trying to ground you both.

“Wanna fuck it,” He whispers, other hand tracing your jaw.

You don’t have time to protest; it’s like he’s made up his mind already. His grip on your head tightens, but you notice the strain in his expression, his face caught somewhere between pleasure and something heavier, like he’s fighting off his own thoughts.

“Mouth always feels so fuckin’ good, baby.” His breath is ragged, the quiet tension in the room thick as you look up at him, noticing the sweat on his thick neck, though it’s mostly just water. You look over slightly to the shower that’s still running.

Those damn water bills must be high.

The way his Adam’s apple moves with each breath. And worst of all, his chain that swings ever so slightly with every thrust of his hips.

What a man. You think.

Jungkook’s movements become more urgent, and you feel a deep sense of vulnerability as he looks down at you, his tip is constantly hitting the back of your throat and the tears from the gagging that you’ve been trying your hardest to push away flow freely now.

His gaze is intense, but also distant in a way. Noticing the mascara that’s running down your face, he gently reaches up to wipe it away, a tender gesture that makes your chest tighten.

His eyes linger on your face, and he thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. How could he be hurting you?

And he’s mad about it.

So fucking mad, that it leads him to thrust in fully. Your nose pressed against his soft, trimmed pubes, cock tucked into your throat.

“Take it.” His grip around your hair tightens when you try to move back, your head pressing against the tiles, his pace snapping into something unforgiving. “You can handle it.”

Your tongue is flat against the underside of his dick, it fucks into you like butter. And you let him push in deeper, harder, making gargling noises around the length of it.

“Tap my leg if- Ffuck- if it gets too much, okay?” The tenderness is back, but you can only manage a barely-there nod when-

He jackhammers your fucking throat.

He really gets in there. Stopping his thrusts and just using his hand that hasn’t stopped gripping your hair like a damn vice to control your head, in, out, in, out.

The tears spill out of your eyes. The occasional grunt and “Fuck.” From Jungkook above spur you on more, until-

“Shit…” He spills into your mouth, curses and moans spilling out of his own. You keep going, sucking his cum out. It doesn’t taste like much, only the slightest hint of salt. But his cum is mostly warm, warmer than the water still cascading down his body and dripping onto yours, it runs down your throat, and you swallow as best as you can with his whole dick inside. He thrusts further, as if there was anymore space to do so, your nose pressed and twisting with the pressure he puts on your head to his pubic bone.

You barely have a moment to recover before he pulls you up, knees numb and slightly red from being on the floor for so long. You grin at him, ready to tease him with a cocky remark about making him cum in less than five minutes.

But jungkook has different ideas, turning you around with one hand around his cock, cutting off the circulation from his cock to keep it hard, “Hands here,” he orders, facing you towards the glass, voice thick, husky.

You turn your head, desperate for a kiss, and he looks like he’s about to reject you to tease, but he always gives in when it comes to you. And quickly kisses your puckered lips, letting out a soft laugh.

But that softness is gone when you feel his tip teasing your folds, His lips curl into a grin against yours before, suddenly, he pulls away.

You blink, dazed, as he steps out of the shower, water dripping from his skin, his movements unhurried, deliberate. And then you notice something that makes you smile.

Jungkook has the cutest, plumpest little butt. It’s an observation that catches you off guard, but you can’t help the soft giggle that escapes as you watch him walk over to the sink counter, dripping water everywhere, completely shameless in his search for a condom.

He turns back, brows raised. “What?”

Still grinning, you let your hands rest lightly on his ass cheek before giving a playful light smack, voice warm with amusement. “Damn, sir.”

He laughs at that, until-

"Turn around," he commands.

This man is such a contradiction.

You do, pressing your hands against the cool shower tiles as he moves behind you, his warmth a stark contrast to the misty air. His fingers skim down your sides, tracing slow, deliberate paths before settling at your ass and giving it a smack- just like you did.

His voice is low, rough with want. “Stay just like that.”

When he finally pushes into you after putting on the condom and sliding the shower door closed, a quiet gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively molding to his. His grip tightens against the wet tile, steadying you, grounding you. For a moment, neither of you move—just breathing, just feeling.

“Okay?” he breathes, clearly trying his hardest to let you adjust, his voice softer now, a thread of something unspoken laced in the question.

You nod, exhaling a quiet “Yeah.”

When he doesn’t move, you let out a frustrated sigh, pushing your hips back in silent plea—only for him to pull away at the last second. A quiet laugh leaves him, low and teasing, as his hands roam over your curves, coaxing you to bend just a little further.

At this point you’re touching your damn toes.

“Beg for it,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your spine.

Your breath stutters, your body already trembling with need. When you glance back at him, strands of wet hair clinging to your flushed face, your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“Please, Jungkook… I- need you.”

He seems satisfied, so much so that, without warning, he grabs your hips and pulls you back onto him in one smooth, fluid motion. A sharp gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively molding to his as he fills you completely.

A low “Fuck,” grumbles from him as he leans down, his teeth grazing your neck before soothing the bite with his lips. His hands wander, tracing every curve of your back, fingers brushing over your skin with need before rolling over your breasts. A sharp gasp escapes you when he pinches at your sensitive nipples, sending a shiver down your spine.

The pace quickens, his hips meeting yours in a rhythm that has your breath hitching, your body melting into his. But the strain of holding yourself up in the position starts to creep in, the ache settling into your limbs. Jungkook notices instantly. Without a word, he slows, pulling out just long enough to spin you around, his touch firm yet careful.

Before you can catch your breath, he lifts you effortlessly, strong arms locking beneath your knees as he presses you against the cool tile of the shower wall. Your breath catches, legs tightening around his waist on instinct. His lips find yours—deep, slow, lingering—before trailing down the column of your neck.

And then he’s inside you again, the stretch just as intoxicating as before, but this time, there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Just him, holding you close, moving in sync like he never wants to let go.

Your tits bounce with each powerful stroke, the water streaming down your bodies.

"Look at me," he demands, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are wild with lust as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He reaches down, spitting before rubbing your clit in rough circles.

You throw your head back against the tiles, lost in the sensation of his cock and fingers. Your legs tremble as he hits your G-spot, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Cum on it, baby," he growls, his hips snapping forward. You scream as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clamping down on his length. He continues to thrust through it, chasing his own release.

He pulls out, but he doesn’t let go of you. Instead, he eases you down onto the cool floor, his touch steady despite the urgency in his movements. The contrast of warmth and chill against your bare skin sends a shiver through you, but then he’s kneeling between your legs, spreading you open with deliberate care.

His fingers find you again, slipping inside with ease, his thumb pressing against your swollen clit. You jolt at the overstimulation, your body still trembling from the last high. But Jungkook isn’t done with you. His lips find your shoulder, his teeth scraping along the damp skin as his pace quickens.

“Give me another,” he murmurs, the word more like a command, you barely have time to brace yourself before the pleasure hits, this time sharper, more intense. It crashes over you in waves, your back arching, a strangled cry escaping your lips as the release takes hold-

You fucking squirt.

This man just made you squirt.

Jungkook stills for a split second—stunned, mesmerized—before a low, guttural groan leaves him. His hands grip your thighs, his breath coming out harsh as he watches the aftermath of what he’s just done to you. He doesn’t stop, coaxing more liquid from you, his touch relentless until you’re squirming beneath him, gasping his name in a desperate plea.

And then he just can’t help it, lining himself up quickly, his cock pressing into you, his mouth capturing yours in a deep, breathless kiss as he pushes inside, chasing that same desperation that has him completely undone.

Jungkook buries himself inside you in one forceful motion, his pace relentless from the start. Your hand instinctively presses against his lower abdomen, a silent plea for mercy—but he doesn’t grant it.

Instead, he grabs your wrist, pinning both of your hands above your head, his grip firm as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. His body crowds over you, leaving no space between you, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Eyes on me,” he demands, his voice rough, edged with something desperate.

His thrusts slow, deepening, dragging every sensation out until you’re trembling beneath him. “Who makes you feel like this?”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

“Speak,” he grunts, his dark eyes flickering with something unreadable when you shy away, cheeks burning.

When you don’t answer, he exhales sharply, jaw clenching before he snaps his hips forward, faster, rougher, forcing the answer out of you. “You won’t talk?” His voice dips lower, a growl in your ear. “Then I will.”

Each word is punctuated with another thrust, his hands tightening around yours.

“No one—” he groans, eyes locked onto yours, the weight of his words pressing into you as deeply as he does. “No one will ever make you feel like this.”

“No one will ever get you this fucking wet.”

His voice is low, strained, as if the thought alone drives him insane.

“Jungkook—please—” Your voice breaks into a cry when he angles his hips just right, hitting that spot that sends shockwaves through you.

He groans, dropping his forehead to yours. “No one will ever—fuck—hit that spot. My spot.”

Letting go of your wrists, his hand slides down, wrapping around your throat—not tight, just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence, the control he refuses to let slip. You gasp, a moan spilling out before you can stop it.

“Now tell me.”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

“Tell me.” His thrusts stop completely, leaving you desperate, aching, hovering on the edge.

“I—” You swallow, the heat in his gaze making it impossible to look away. “It’s you, Jungkook—fuck—you always make me feel like this. Always make me feel so fucking good.”

His smirk is slow, dark, satisfied.

“Good,” And then he’s moving again, faster, deeper, making sure you never forget it.

After three particularly deep thrusts that leave you gasping, he suddenly pulls out, his grip firm as he shifts you away from the shower wall. Then, without a word, he leans back against the glass, legs spread, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“Ride it,” he rasps, voice thick with need. “Like you fucking mean it.”

Your knees feel weak, but you straddle him anyway, pulse hammering as you take in the way he looks—hair soaked, jaw clenched, abs glistening under the water, waiting for you with confidence. He tilts his head, watching you with a dark, expectant smirk.

“And don’t disappoint me.”

You sink down slowly, but his impatience gets the best of him. He pulls your hips down firmly, and you gasp, your face instinctively burying into his neck as you try to steady yourself. The weight of his breath on your skin heightens the moment.

“Like that…” he breathes, voice strained.

You respond, moving more urgently, caught up in the heat between you, eager to give him everything he’s asking for, every part of you desperate to feel him deeper.

You whine softly, lifting your head to watch him, his face scrunched cutely in concentration. As soon as your eyes meet, the tension between you heightens, raw and desperate. When your movements hit that familiar spot, you gasp, your head falling back, overwhelmed. His hands find your waist, guiding you, encouraging your every movement.

The sounds of the shower, mixed with soft grunts and the rush of water, fill the space. Then, in a swift motion, Jungkook reaches over to the showerhead. You don’t see it, but you feel the change — the cold metal against your skin as he adjusts it and presses the thrashing water against your poor little clit.

“Fuck!” You cry out, your movements momentarily stopping, as the sensation overwhelms you.

“Move,” he commands in a low growl, urging you to continue as his grip tightens, his desperation clear, pushing you both to the edge.

You force yourself to move, following his encouragement, but you can feel his restraint — his teeth gritted, holding back, as the rush of water continues to hit you. You adjust your pace, slow and deliberate, as the heat builds between you both.

His lips trail over your skin, sucking your nipples and practically anything he can get his lips on, and it becomes overwhelming. The sensation is too much, and before you can stop it, the wave of pleasure takes over. You stop your thrusts and sink down fully on his cock, “Nggghgh- Fuck Fuck Fuck!” feeling how his whole length fills you up, and he groans as your body responds, tightening around him.

In that moment, the showerhead slips from his grasp, falling to the floor as the world around you fades into the rush of emotions and the overwhelming connection between you both.

He presses his lips to your forehead as you gasp, your body trembling beneath his touch. You let out a soft whine from overstimulation from the sheer amount of times Jungkook has made you cum tonight, and he reacts quickly, gently pulling away before turning you around.

His chest presses against your back, and you feel the weight of him behind you, “I’ll be quick,” he reassures with a kiss to your temple.

With his feet planted firmly against the floor, he thrusts upward, cock pounding in, balls slapping against your…other hole. His movements relentless. You can hear the sounds of his moans, fast and heavy, as he pushes himself closer to the edge.

You let out a gasp, and despite the overwhelming rush, he’s focused, consumed by his own need. He holds you firmly, both arms around your waist, his breath hot against your ear. “Take it,” he murmurs, the words filled with urgency.

"Fuck," Jungkook grunts in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Taking it so well." He starts thrusting harder, his hips slamming against your ass with each forceful drive inside you. "Your pussy belongs to me now. I'm going to use it however I want, whenever I want."

The dirty talk combined with the intense stimulation has you spiraling closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and more desperate. But Jungkook isn't ready to let you come again yet. He wants to watch you fall apart first.

Suddenly, he pulls out with urgency, your slick walls clenching around nothing. Your ass hits the cold, wet floor with a loud thud as he withdraws, the sensation jolting you out of your haze of pleasure. But before you can even register being pissed at him for stopping, he reaches down and rips the condom off his throbbing cock.

Jungkook starts fisting himself rapidly, his tatted arm flexing as he chases his release. With a low groan, he tilts his hips up and aims his cock at your face. Hot ropes of cum shoot out, coating your features - your lips, cheeks, nose, even your eyes. You can't help but gasp at the intensity of it, overwhelmed by the sight and smell of him marking you like this.

But Jungkook isn't done yet. Still sensitive from coming so hard, he pushes the tip of his cock against your soft, plush lips. "Open," he commands gruffly. As you part your lips, he smears his sticky cum all over them before pushing inside your mouth to deposit the rest on your tongue. "Clean me up,”

You dutifully suck him clean, hollowing your cheeks to draw out every last drop. Once he's satisfied, Jungkook lets out a shuddering sigh and gently caresses your face. "Beautiful," he murmurs admiringly.

Spent from his powerful orgasm, Jungkook helps you up from your knees, rests against you as you both catch your breath. You nuzzle your face against his softening cock, your only response a contented mewl.

When it’s over, the only sound in the room is the dripping of water and the jagged rhythm of your breaths.

Jungkook presses his forehead against yours, a lazy, satisfied grin tugging at his lips.

“Still tired?”

You would shove him if you could move.

——

After showering, you both move through his night routine effortlessly, like this is something you’ve done a hundred times before.

And maybe you have. Maybe not in this exact way, but the way he lets you exist in his space—undisturbed, welcomed, wanted—it’s enough to make your chest ache.

You open his bathroom drawer, reaching for his toothpaste, when—

You pause.

Your toothbrush is still there.

Tucked neatly in the corner, exactly where you left it the last time.

A quiet, warm feeling spreads through your chest.

You bite your lip, smiling down at it like an idiot.

Jungkook, already slathering on his absurdly expensive moisturizer, catches your expression in the mirror.

“What?” he asks, brow raised.

You look at him, giddy for no reason. “You kept my toothbrush?”

He blinks. Looks at the drawer. Then at you.

“Yeah?” His voice is flat, like he doesn’t get why this is a big deal. “I wasn’t gonna throw it away.”

You just stare at him.

And then—God, you wanna kiss him.

Jungkook notices. Because, of course, he does.

His lips curl into a smirk, but instead of teasing, he just grabs his serum.

“C’mere, baby.”

You blink. “What?”

He gestures you over, unscrewing the cap. “I know you wanna steal my skincare, might as well let me do it for you.”

Your heart squeezes.

The last time you were here, you made a throwaway comment about how one day, you were gonna steal all his expensive skincare.

And he remembered.

You let him tilt your chin up, his hands gentle as he works the product into your skin. His fingers move slow, precise, careful. He explains what each product does, but you stop listening.

Because you’re tired.

And you’re warm.

And you feel so fucking safe right now.

Jungkook notices.

Halfway through his sentence, he catches the way your blinks get slower, the way you sway slightly.

So he just—stops talking.

And takes care of you instead.

Quietly, effortlessly.

He dresses you in the hoodie you came in, slipping you into it with soft, careful hands. Leaves you just in your panties, because he guessed you like to sleep that way.

Then, he strips down to his briefs, scoops you up into his arms like you weigh nothing, and carries you to bed.

You instinctively nuzzle into his chest, body molding to him without thinking.

Jungkook laughs under his breath, setting you down, tucking the blanket over you.

Within seconds, you’re out.

And he—

He just lays there. Watching you. Thinking.

His heart is so fucking full, but so goddamn heavy.

You don’t know.

You don’t know he’s leaving in three weeks. That every time he touches you, every time he kisses you, teases you, makes you laugh, holds you like this—he’s counting down the days.

And he’s had enough of it.

Enough of lying, hiding, hurting you without you even knowing.

So he promises himself, right then and there—

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, he’ll tell you.

For now, he just pulls you closer, presses his lips to your hair, and lets himself fall asleep next to you.

Like he’ll get to do it forever.

[starlightkun]

⇢ word count: 1.7k ⇢ genre: fluff, very suggestive (no smut but discussions about/implied sleeping together lol), strangers to one night stand to coworkers to lovers? lmao i think i got that progression right, holiday/christmas themed, sleeping with a hot stranger at the office holiday party when you’re tipsy and oops it turns out they’re your new coworker trope, part of my 2024 hallmark movie marathon ⇢ warnings: cursing, just look at the tags and decide if u want to read on tbh. honestly this has probably more horny energy than is warranted for it having zero smut lol ⇢ extra info: this was originally going to continue on after this ending but i ended up feeling like i was losing the plot, so the other stuff i was writing is going to be a separate fic. they’re not a part 1/part 2 at all, but you can kinda see the vision if u read both i think this is part of my 2024 hallmark movie marathon, three short, unrelated fics starring jisung all with cheesy hallmark christmas movie-esque premises. there’s no continuing plotline between fics in this series, they’re all standalone fics ⇢ author’s note: uhm so surprise hallmark movie marathon for jisung this year i guess! i did this last year where i had a(n unplanned) series of short fics with cheesy hallmark christmas movie-esque premises all starring kun and i guess i’m in my jisung era rn! so enjoy and happy holidays! ⇢ 2024 hallmark movie marathon

“I meant I usually wouldn’t have been looking to get laid at the office holiday party at all for this exact reason!” You whispered emphatically. “Except I already felt bad about myself because I got stood up, and I was tipsy, so I ended up throwing myself at the hottest stranger I could find. God, of course it bit me in the fucking ass.”

“Here. Fresh pot.” A cup of coffee was set on your desk in front of your face by Jaemin, as your other coworker Jeno helped himself to the bowl of peppermints perched on your desk.

“Are you seriously hungover?” Jeno snickered as you pulled your head out of your arms. “You left the holiday party like two hours early.”

You glared at him, taking a timid sip from the steaming cup.

“Smart choice, really, you got to miss Mr. Suh’s rendition of Santa Baby,” Jaemin informed you, hopping up on your desk and knocking your keyboard askew.

You rolled your eyes as you moved your things out of his way.

“Were we that boring? You didn’t even say bye or—”

Your gaze lazily drifted around the floor before you inhaled and immediately choked on the too-hot coffee, spitting it back out into the cup as it burned your tongue.

“Are you okay?” Jeno asked, his words garbled as he talked around the peppermint in his mouth.

“Ack—Fine,” you coughed, eyes still tracking the man who had stepped off the elevator with your boss. “Who’s that? With Mr. Suh?”

They both turned around to follow your line of sight curiously. Mr. Suh seemed to be giving him a tour, gesturing to various areas of the floor as he spoke.

Jaemin guessed, “Uh… transfer from the satellite office, maybe? I think I saw him at the party last night.”

“Oh yeah, Mr. Suh mentioned we were getting a transfer a couple weeks ago,” Jeno nodded. “That must be him.”

You quickly diverted your gaze as they changed trajectory towards your desk.

“And over here, as you can see, people tend to congregate around Y/N’s area,” Mr. Suh explained to the man with him, his tone playful. He fetched a peppermint from the bowl. “It’s the candy.”

“Good morning, Mr. Suh,” you greeted him, sitting up straight.

“She’s also my best employee, so I excuse it,” he continued.

“Jeno and I are right here,” Jaemin pointed out indignantly.

“This is Park Jisung, he started at the satellite office a couple months ago and is transferring to our team now,” Mr. Suh made introductions, not addressing your coworker’s complaints. “Jisung, this is Lee Jeno, Y/L/N Y/N, and Na Jaemin. You’ll come to know the rest of the team as well, but Y/N will handle your initial training as you settle in.”

Your alarm must have been visible on your face, as your boss’ features turned concerned. “Y/N? Is everything alright?”

“W-Well,” you began panicking even more, looking around at the folders on your desk. “It’s just that you said that the Q4 reports were top priority, and I don’t believe that I’ll be able to complete those on time to standard and train somebody thoroughly at the same time. Sir.”

Mr. Suh nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. My apologies. Jaemin: I’ll leave Jisung to you then.”

“Second choice,” Jaemin tsked as you were using all your willpower not to audibly sigh in relief.

“How do you think I feel?” Jeno joked.

“Let me know if you have any questions, Jisung. We’re excited to have you on our team,” Mr. Suh smiled kindly.

Jisung finally spoke, his deep voice shooting up your spine. “Thank you, sir.”

As they all dispersed from your desk, you finally relaxed just a tiny bit. Until you felt a pair of eyes on you. You looked up just in time to catch Jisung’s gaze as he glanced at you over his shoulder as he followed Jaemin to his desk. You froze, unable to look away from those same eyes that just last night had stared into yours while—

Your phone ringing made you jump out of your skin, and you swore under your breath as you looked at the name on the screen. Reception.

“This is Y/N,” you answered, trying to keep your voice level.

“Oh!” Your receptionist gasped. “Sorry, wrong extension!”

“It’s fine,” you sighed, hanging up.

Time to do a very careful review of the Q4 reports that you already had finished.

Midday, Jaemin and Jeno stopped by your desk again, Jisung in tow.

“We’re taking Jisung out to lunch. You coming?” Jaemin offered.

You didn’t even spare the new employee another glance, staring at your computer monitor. “Thanks, but uh, maybe another time, guys. Have fun.”

“Alright, see you later,” Jeno shrugged and stole another peppermint.

You didn’t breathe until the elevator doors closed behind them. Once they were gone, you grabbed your purse and headed for the stairs to take your own lunch break.

As soon as the clock struck 5:00, you were gone. Mr. Suh had already sent out an invite for a team dinner at the end of next week to welcome Jisung, but tonight, you could at least leave. Hurrying into the stairwell, you made a rather embarrassing sound when you were face-to-face with Jisung on the other side, leaning against the railing, hands tucked into his slacks.

The door had already closed behind you, and he spoke before you could back out.

“You’re avoiding me,” he said plainly.

You huffed, hurrying past him to descend the stairs. “Can you blame me?”

He kept pace with you easily thanks to his long legs. “I mean, obviously I didn’t expect you to bring it up in front of everybody, but a hello would’ve been nice.”

“How quaint after your tongue was down my throat last night.”

“Pretty sure my tongue was other places too—”

“Okay, okay!” You hissed, screeching to a halt on the landing between floors to slap a hand over his mouth. He raised an eyebrow at you over your hand as you continued ranting quietly. “Seriously, how was I supposed to react when you showed up today? And how are you so normal?”

Jisung slowly reached up and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling your hand off his mouth so he could talk. “I was surprised too, okay? But I was planning on at least being civil, except you never gave me the opportunity. I mean, it couldn’t have been that bad, right? You were awfully loud.”

“Pot, kettle,” you retorted. You yanked your arm from his grasp, suddenly aware of how close you were. “I was tipsy, got stood up by my date, and thought you were somebody’s plus-one. What’s your excuse?”

“Okay, ouch.” He put a hand over his chest. “I might’ve been a little less than sober and didn’t exactly consider the possibility that I would be transferring to your team of all people, but you weren’t a pity fuck, Y/N.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you groaned, your skin getting warm. You pivoted on your heel, rushing downstairs again.

Jisung just followed you, of course. “Then what did you mean?”

“I meant I usually wouldn’t have been looking to get laid at the office holiday party at all for this exact reason!” You whispered emphatically. “Except I already felt bad about myself because I got stood up, and I was tipsy, so I ended up throwing myself at the hottest stranger I could find. God, of course it bit me in the fucking ass.”

“I thought you were really smart.” Jisung’s sincere words caught you off-guard. “I mean, I know neither of us were all there, but you seemed to really know a lot about your job. And you were funny. Obviously hot too, I mean, whoever stood you up was a fucking—”

You pushed him against the wall by his shoulders, not covering his mouth now, but just staring him in the eye. The exit door of the stairwell was right next to you, which would lead into the employee parking under the building. Most employees took the elevators, so it was only the two of you.

“What do you want from me?” You asked him, eyes narrowed.

“What do you want?” He challenged, eyes glinting as he looked down at you.

Memories of last night that you had been trying to push away all day flooded your mind now. Jisung’s lips on yours, on your neck, collarbones, his deft fingers unzipping your dress so his big hands could caress your bare skin. You had worn red lip gloss to the party, and it looked so pretty scattered across his chest and abdomen.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” Jisung murmured, hands finding familiar holds on your hips, fingertips lining up to the bruises they’d left without even looking. “If it’ll be even better sober? Because I am…”

His pupils were blown, his breaths shallow and quick as his gaze flitted from your lips to eyes. Despite apparently being able to read your mind, he was still gauging your reaction, waiting to see if he’d crossed a line. Acknowledging what had already happened was one thing, suggesting a repeat was a whole other story.

Fuck it.

You nodded quickly, dropping your hands from his shoulders. “Is your car here?”

“I—Fuck, yeah.” He dug into his pants pocket for his keys as he grabbed the exit door with the other.

“Mm,” you sighed in content as Jisung pressed lazy kisses down your spine. “You were right.”

“Oh? About what?” He asked humorously, resting his cheek on your shoulder blade, mimicking your own position with your cheek squished against his pillow.

“It was even better sober.”

He laughed, running his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours. “I love when a hypothesis works out.”

You looked at where your linked hands rested on the mattress next to you, how natural it looked. It wasn’t the first time you held hands, tonight or last night. But it was the first time you’d done so when you weren’t in the act. Somehow, it felt even more intimate.

“What do you want from me?” You asked quietly, talking to your hands. That was easier than turning around.

“What do you want?” His voice was soft and gentle, patient yet at the same time, you could sense the underlying anxiety in the question.

You couldn’t take it, needing to see. Letting go of his hand, you turned over in his arms. When you met his eyes, you felt like you were looking at something you shouldn’t. Like he was letting you, hardly more than stranger, cradle his heart in your hands.

“I want more,” you confessed. “I-I don’t know if this is a good idea, it probably isn’t, but—”

“Okay.” He nodded quickly.

“Okay?”

“I can work with that,” he said, cupping the back of your head and kissing you again.

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[hearts-4-vicky]

All Aespa G!P with subreader, please 😭🙏

AHHHHH OMG🙏🙏🙏THISSSS!!! ANON I LOVE YOU 🫶🏼

warnings: g!p aespa, soft dom aespa minus karina😭, subby minjeong for the first part🙏 switch minjeong, sub reader, reader has no pp😔, 5th member reader (makes it easier😭), 5some, handjob,blowjob, deepthroat, anal, double penetration, nipple sucking, creampies, marking, squirting, multiple orgasms, pet names, karina is kinda cringe but shes gorejus so😛

not proofread😵‍💫🙏

being the only member without a dick would be rough 😭 like all your members are hot and hung?? (living the dream fr) but you never brought up the topic of fucking each other💥 all of you had thought abt it but never acted on it BUT I FEEL LIKE MINJEONG WOULD START IT OFF (ik she wouldnt but shes bias wrecking me rn so 🙏) so imagine youre just chilling, wearing panties n a tank top cuz youre abt to go to sleep before minjeong slams open ur door with the biggest boner youve ever seem🙏😭 you just stare at it, not responding until minjeong started walking toward you, although a bit awkward due to the tightness of her pants🥺 you snapped out of your daze once minjeong reached the end of your bed. finally looking into her eyes you noticed how desperate they looked and how soft it made you feel🥺🥺 trying to pull off the cool unnie vibe you say, “you got a m-microphone in there or something jeongie? that shit is BIG…” nailed it !!😄 “unnie… help me please? pretty please?” minjeong had ripped her sweats off and began pulling down her boxers, showing her hard cock to you, precum already dripping from her tip🫠

Timeskip cuz i literally dont know how to write this omg im so sorry anonie🙏

“mmgh! ah! fuck unnie! jeongie’s so close! pleasepleasepleaseplea-“ minjeong whimpered out as you played with her balls, teasing her tip with soft touches🥺🥺🥺

“having fun without us?” you halt your movements, frozen with fear as you had just been caught by the rest of your members😛 “its not what it looks li- WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTH-“ “shhh unnie, let us join we won’t say a thing to anyone..” ning said before sprinting to have your hand on her cock😝 aeri had gotten under you, shoving her throbbing cock into your wet cunt😵‍💫😵‍💫(need her omg) moaning at how full you felt with her cock alone🙏🙏🙏“damn… pretty girl you’re so tight! f-fuck might want you all to myself…” you noticed jimin had gotten behind you, which led you wondering to what she was doing “hold on tight, alright baby?” jimin said before mounting your ass

“jimin did you just reference- AH!” karina had shut you up with a harsh thrust into your tight hole, earning screams from you, someone who has never experienced two cocks inside you before😵‍💫 never slowing down your hands as they jerked the nearly passed out minjeong and an eager ning off🫠aeris thrusts were slower to give you time to adjust to the feeling, kissing around your pretty tits to help calm you down🥺 “shit! your ass is so! so so tight baby, mmph! only heaven knows its one hell of a ride..” you roll your eyes at her reference, before they rolled to the back of your head as she started to go deeper “F-Fuck! ‘s way too big rina!” worried she might be hurting you she slows down, “Don’t stop mmgh, please! keep goING!!” aeri had started thrusting harder and deeper, with karina drilling into your ass faster with your consent🐺 aeri and jimin locked in with how fast they were thrusting into you, once aeri pulled out, jimin was deep inside your tight ass🙏 you were a babbling mess at this point, begging them to go harder and loudly moaning when minjeong came all over your face🫠 “ah! u-unnie! fuck… so pretty with my cum on your face!” she whined tiredly, laying down on your bed to regain her energy 💋 you use the hand you were once using to jerk her off to gather her cum and bring it to your waiting mouth💥💥 barely tasting it before ning shoves her dick down your throat, earning a surprised moan from you🫠 you clench around aeri, feeling her thick cock twitch in your cunt😵‍💫 aeri grunting your name and curses made you wetter with each passing second 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

“oh f-fuck! babygirl…! take it! take it all!” aeri’s hot cum shooting deep in your womb brought you to your first orgasm of the night, your juices gushing out of you like a sprinkler as aeri began to slow down her thrusts, not wanting to overstimulate you “ning watch-mmgh… your dick, ynnie’s sucking you off, not me so get that shit out my face” moaning into your neck, muffling them by sucking on your sensitive skin

“sorry aeri unnie- fuck… maybe get your face out her neck and my dick wouldn’t bother you… shitshitshit-“ ning’s legs were shaking😵‍💫she pulled her cock out of your mouth til only her tip remained inside, and blew her warm load down your throat😵‍💫🙏 tongue swirling around her tip as you tried to swallow it all (so none gets on aeri’s head who had fallen asleep😭) but it proved to be a difficult task with how ning’s cum seemed to keep going🥺 curses, loud moans of your name, and the sound of skin against skin was all you could hear🫠 ning just kept on cumming to the point where it was kinda concerning… “Ning? holy fuck- calm down! ynnie looks like shes gonna pass out!” while keeping up her pace, karina had to call out to the chinese girl, who was to lost in her orgasm to notice you struggle to swallow all of her🥺 snapping out of her daze, she pulls out quickly to give you the chance to breathe🙏 you cough violently, ning wiping some of her cum from your puffy lips, apologizing sweetly (my babygirl🥺 shes 3 years older than me…)“shit! sorry yn unnie… got carried away… won’t happen again! swear! :(“ (MY BABYGIRLRLLL 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 sorry 🙏) “Ning, it- ah! i-its fine! oh shit…” you were barely able to speak without moaning as karina started getting closer to her limit, grunting as she grabbed your arms and used them as leverage. “really? okay! ill keep it in mind for next time!” ning was practically skipping to the bathroom to wash up☹️leaving you with two of your members asleep and getting your back blown by your leader😵‍💫the wet slapping, panting, whimpers, whines and the sound of the bed creaking with each of karinas hard thrusts into your ass was driving you insane🫠🫠 “gonna cum in your pretty ass baby! s-shit… gonna fill you up so fucking good…” hearing her words had you squirting violently again!! soaking the sleeping aeri🥺 karina buried her twitching cock in deep in your tight ass, before filling it to the brim with her cum, moaning your name for the neighbors to hear😵‍💫 with no energy left, karina collapsed on you, kissing your neck sweetly🥺you looked over to see minjeong awake, dick hard once again🫠

“…can i squeeze in there too?”

“mm? what- jeongie, no, your cock is fucking huge.”

“guess we just need to loosen you up…”

“huh- MINJEONG WAIT-“

sorry this took so long😔🙏 ive been a bit busy this week AND SORRY IF IT SEEMS RUSHED OR KINDA BAD I LITERALLY CANT WRITE RN….

but I just wanted to thank everyone for all the support my other works got bc holy shit where did u guys come from🙏😭 AND FOR OVER 100 FOLLOWERS LIKE WHATTTTT ❤️❤️❤️

thank you guys so much, love you lots and stay safe

-Vicky 💋

[mukimokai]

okay no cuz why is every kinich ship valid smh

TW: LONG ASS RAMBLING BUT FUNNY SILLY CUTSIE I PROMISE

kinlani is kinlani. like omg have you seen them: sunshine social butterfly girlfriend and her introverted moon boyfriend that she loves unconditionally. And it's a new concept for her once abused boyfriend who thinks everything comes at a cost: who gets confused when Mualani just loves him without asking for anything in return and he just loves it so much it makes him weak for her; he'd do anything for her without asking for payment like he does with anyone else because she helped him heal and she's his darling little wife who he'd do anything for.

ajawnich (ajaw with the ability to go into human form because seriously. we NEED human ajaw in more ways than one) is your typical doomed mortal x immortal tragedy in which a dragon who is new to human emotions and thinks lowly of humans slowly starts to understand humanity over the years with his infuriating yet kind human companion. Both are emotionally constipated fools; Ajaw pining like a lovesick idiot because he's supposed to hate his companion and want him dead but when that day of death finally comes, Ajaw feels no joy or happiness: just empty as he looks himself in the mirror, touching his face, or, well, Kinich's face.

oronich (idk the ship name, but also it exists lol) is two characters who are seen somewhat as outsiders by their own tribes: Kinich, while loved by most of the children, has a negative reputation for his job while Ororon is seen as a problem child and cast out of society. The two ostracised characters coming together in a doomed "we're kinda similar, aren't we?" Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham style (from stranger things, sorry chat) and forming an unexpected yet wholesome and definitely welcome bond with each other (they'd tend to their garden together).

lynich (a rarepair!! a popular rarepair is a miracle honestly) is two traumatized boys, the flirt and the flustered. One who speaks the truth outright, and one who's every word is a lie. One who thinks everything comes at a price, and one who thinks everything is a trick. When Lyney tells Kinich about his connections with the Fatui, Kinich isn't mad, surprised, but not mad. How could he be? When he knows why Lyney joined? He accepts him with open arms, Weighing the costs, befriending a member of the Fatui would most likely leave him out of their shadier affairs since Lyney would never harm him, right? Right. Even when Lyney succeeds Arlecchino, Even when he becomes a harbinger, even after everything: they're together, despite all the complications there are.

basically yeah. every kinich ship is valid rn. those are the popular ones at least-(ororon and kinich is not popular but it has more content than any others I've seen and ppl actually talked abt it at one point so it's being included)

citlali and kinich is being excluded bcz that's p3d0philia: fanbase, that was your lesson for shipping characters before we even know anything about them/before they're even released smh (/lh lololol)

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to my unfortunate realization: kinlani is poppy and branch smh (singing killed his father and made his mother run away, okay). They're basically every cliche quiet boy and cliche loud girl duo ever in history and they have that absolutely based opposite aesthetic duo vibe going on and it's wonderful i love them to bits and pieces chat.

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ajawnich is princess and the frog in which ajaw turns into a pixel dragon instead of a frog, or beauty and the beast in which ajaw's seal is the rose curse thingie, or both. or fluttercord, cant forget fluttercord. or billford, cant forget billford either. take your pick with them honestly.

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oronich is chrissy and eddie, could also see it being christine and raoul from phantom of the opera in which ajaw is the phantom, kinich is christine, and ororon is raoul.

(wait that's genius, im a fucking genius chat. someone make that an AU and credit me right NEEEEOW.)

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and lynich is kinda just there i dont really know anything else to compare it to but it's giving that one scene in tom and jerry where it's like: "I love you. *smothers in kisses* Why, you set my soul on fire. *smothers in kisses* It is not just a little spark. It is a flame; a big roaring flame. I can feel it now *smothers in kisses*" (the person doing the kissing and talking is lyney in case you couldn't tell LMAOOAO)

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anyways yeah

basically kinich harem i guess

i love being a multishipper because i can collect ships like a bitch and fawn over so many a time whenever i want >:3

also i love the whiplash between some of these: like kinlani and oronich were so wholesome and then you have AUGHHGHG angst with lynich and ajawnich smh.

sorry for rambling lmao but yeah

[congratufuckyoulations]

Frick u Dressrosa pt.2

!!!!! HEAVY DRESSROSA SPOLIERS!!!!! READ PT.1 FIRST

Masterlist

Part 1

strawhats x reader kinda. a lil bit of zoro x reader. a lil sanji x reader, idk, WE SHALL SEE WHERE THIS LEADS.

A/N- This author note is me on my last limb fr. Pulling my writing passion from my literal ass rn. It's hard to write and let yourself go into a fantasty world when the world is fucked up. BUTT AYEEEE I FINISHED THIS PART AND THIS MY FANTASY SO ENJOY FRRR. I hope you're all doing well. You guy's are my babies i deeply love yall thank yew

Devil fruit power- Plant related. Imagine any other person with plant powers I guess? You can grow walls made from plants. Use plants to attack. I wanna say you could even grow plants used for medicines or sum idk.

The sword below is as random design I got off Pinterest so credit is far gone sorry😔. I don't know if you will use it this chapter, but it's a good reference to have for the future.

Tw- smoking, mature content??, some what graphic description not really tho

Sorry for any grammar errors

You and Zoro sit in the underground hideout underneath the Flower field with a bunch of tiny people from the Tontatta tribe. The trip here felt endless in the heat of the sun. You stand next to Zoro as he watches Luffy fight on the screen. The Tontatta tribe suddenly gets loud with cheers

"The commander!" One shouts

"We've waited so long! We're glad you finally made it!" Another yells

Turning your body around facing the stairs seeing Franky descending them with a small toy soldier on his shoulder. Who then salutes to the tiny people below him cheering

"Thank you! At ease!" He orders them and continues to speak with Franky but you can't quite here. As you walk closer, Franky speaks up

"Super! You made it Y/N!" Franky says, as his eyes find your figure

"Yeah, no thanks to that idiot" You grumble, head motioning to the swordsman behind you yelling at the screen with the blue-haired fairy on his head

"Damn, Luffy, get it together!" Zoro shouts looking at the fight, his fist clenched

"After everything it took to get you this far! Since when do you have time to stop and watch the fight! Ahh! You're such a big, dumb stupidhead!" you hear Wicka shout before turning your head back to Franky

"That's the fairy that took Zoro swords. She's the one who brought us here. Turns out these little guys want to take down Doflamingo. Does that not sound crazy?" You wince out, a hand finding your temple

"Say what?!" Franky yelps head tilting to the side

"They're more of a threat than you might think, my friend. They move so fast they're almost invisible." The toy soldier speaks up, confirming that they will be attacking Doflamingo as well

"Ahhh! Commander!" You heard Wicka yell from the side. Realizing her higher-up was now in the same room as her

"Huh? You're here, too?" Zoro says looking at Franky

"I'm just as surprised to see you too, buddy," Franky replies

"Commander! We've already reviewed the intel from the scouting unit!" A tiny person shouts

"We know everything that sugar and the enemy have been up to, sir! And, as it turns out, just in time for our big confrontation with Doflamingo." the purple-haired fairy yells

"Also! Some legendary heroes have appeared in our kingdom, and they're going to help us fight!" the other shouts again, pulling out a sheet of paper "Uh, their names are Usoland and Robiland! They're on their way here as we speak! And they've got a whole group of friends here with them, too! Let's see. It says their names are Luffyland, Zoroland, Namiland, Sanland, Chopperland, Y/Nland, Fraland, and Boneland!" the small guy shouts.

"Sounds like Usopp" You, Franky, and Zoro collectively thought. Zoro scratches the side of his head before he speaks up

"Eh, okay, I'm Zoroland, I guess" He says while holding up his hand

"I'm the famous Fraland, here to save the day" Frank raises his hand

"And I'm Y/Nland, to the rescue" You raise your hand. Playing along with the "legendary hero" act we had going on.

"WOW, THATS GREAT!" The tiny people shout, their small hands covering their mouths in excitement

"So naive," The trio says at the gullible fairies

"Uh! I don't have time for this! I have to get back to the Sunny before it's too late!" Zoro shouts, reminding you your crew is in danger

"I have been saying that this whole time!" Wicka shouts pulling at the side of Zoro's face

"Hm? The Sunny?" Franky questions while looking down at the two of you. Zoro getting ready to take off as you quickly grab ahold of his arm

"NOT SO FAST!" You shout, punching the swordsman in the head causing him to crouch down on the floor beside you as you start talking

"Listen, Franky. The Sunny and the crew are in danger! Doflamingo knew our plan this whole time. It seems the situation is more dangerous than we thought. There's no time to talk we have to go help them" You explain the situation quickly. You loved Franky dearly knowing you could put your full trust in the man. Knowing he will take your word seriously. Helping the crew in any way he could. The shipwright's hard work never goes unnoticed

"I understand, Y/N. I'll wait here for Robin and Usopp" Franky replies

"Thank god for you, Franky" You coo, your eyes shut close for a second. Letting a soft breath of air come out, finally being able to relax for a quick second. Your shoulders drop, knowing the rest of your crew will be informed about the danger of the situation. The New World was serious. And Dressrosa was nothing like the islands in the Grandline

"Alright! Let's go Zoro!" You say, shooting back up into your straight posture. Pulling the swordsman onto his feet. Dragging him up the stairs winding upward

"Wait for me!" Wicka shouts, flying close behind on a pink bee

Just like before you and Zoro are stuck running down the hot streets of Dressrosa. The only sound you could hear was you and Zoros pants mixing, both trying to catch some air. Your footsteps are almost in sync as they hit the path below.

"Hey, we're about to take a left turn up ahead. If you don't remember Zoroland, left is the side you don't carry your swords on!" Wicka shouts, already picking on the swordsman

"You think I'm too stupid to know right from left?!" he shouts

"Yep!" She grins. The fairy had a death wish if you asked me. But I guess she does have the strength to back her up. You and Wicka take a left, Zoro soon catching up as he went the wrong way as predicted

"You're not about to fight just anybody. It's one of Don Quixote's executives. Her name is Giolla! Her powers turn people and objects into weird paintings! It'll be hard to beat her!" Wicka states

"You really know your stuff, don't you" Zoro says

"She works with Doflamingo. I memorized as many of the family's names, faces, and abilities as I could! Especially those three." Her face morphing from worried to serious "The top-ranked executives who wiped out Dressrosa's army ten years ago! Trebol! Diamante! And the big guy, Pica! Those are three faces I'll never forget" She tells us

"It's a good thing we are on your side," You say, slightly intimated by the tiny girl and her knowledge of her enemies who've now become yours as well

"Wait, ten years ago? But you're a kid!" Zoro questions

"No, I'm 27" Wicka side-eyes the man. Well, there goes the thought of wanting to baby the tiny woman. It would be a little weird now that you thought about it. Wicka was a grown woman, just tiny. That didn't mean you couldn't gush about how cute she was here and there

"Huh? How's that possible?" Zoro says as we come to an intersection of streets. You take a left hearing Wicka shout behind you

"I said left!" She yells, Zoro and the fairy catching back up to you again. A familiar voice shouts as a figure up ahead waves a hand in your direction.

This song is a an automatic yes in this scene. It is in Spanish so its up to you whether you would like to search up the lyrics or not. Even if you don't want to translate them I think the song itself is good and has a way of making you feeling sum typa way😛 the song is so heartfelt and the lyrics are sad low-key but 😇

"Sir Zoro! We meet again!" Kin'emon shouts

"Y/N, you're okay!" Sanji says while running up to you

"Who are those people? They don't look to bright" Wicka says, looking at you and Zoro

"Allow me to introduce you to Dumb-land and Dumber-land" Zoro grunts at the sights of the duo

Sanji comes up to you grabbing your hands with his. Checking your body to make sure there aren't any injuries. The four of you quickly move into the alleyway to avoid being seen. As Zoro and Kin'emon talk for a second you look at Sanji

"How was your date" You tease, slightly leaning in and wiggling your eyebrows at the chef

"Wonderful-" He stops before he finishes realizing who he is talking to. Snapping out of his daze, he lets out a shy smile rubbing the back of his neck with his hand "Sorry about leaving you with that idiot back there" He apologizes. Your hand rests on his forearm giving him a light squeeze

"You're good Sanji. Somebody has to watch over him" You smile, your hand dropping from his arm

"Just from now on, no more messing around. The situation here in Dressrosa has gotten more dangerous than we'd like" You say, speaking toward Zoro and Kin'emon who have now started to listen. You let Zoro explain how we retrieved his sword along with finding out Doflamingos workers were going to attack the Sunny

"Whoa, really? So you two were on your way to save Nami? That's why she didn't pick up the Snail! I knew I sensed a damsel in distress. All right, I'm coming with you" Sanji says.

"Classic Sanji" You sigh

"But wait, Sir Sanji! We have vital information to give to Sir Luffy! We mustn't abandon that!" Kin'emon says, his hands raised in front of his chest trying to reason with Sanji

"There you are!" A woman shouts causing you all to turn seeing a girl peaking coming out from a small entrance. Sanji is soon spinning toward the lady in his tornado form

"Oh! Violet, my sweet!" Sanji says while approaching her, grabbing both her hands and bringing them close. You wanted to roll your eyes at the nickname he threw around so casually. Brushing off the weird feeling brewing at the bottom of your stomach at the sight of Sanji holding onto the girl's hand from earlier

"Listen, Black Leg, your ship's been hijacked by my colleague, Giolla! And they're making their way to Green bit now" She says

"Hold on, who is she? How does she know that?" You say, confused about how the performer knew this information

"This is Violet. And she's in danger as well" he explains, Zoro scoffs before speaking up

"That kinda crap's gonna get you kiled, idiot" Zoro says

"Shut it moss head!" Sanji shouts. Quickly changing his emotions back to flirty as he addresses you

"Why so curious? Are you jealous, mon amour" He teases

"THAT'S SO NOT THE PROBLEM RIGHT NOW!" You shout, your fist planting itself right on top of his head. Drawing your arm back you look to the side pissed off at the antics this guy was playing

"And I hate that stupid beard on you" You say, causing the swordsman next to you let out a loud laugh

"You just hate it because it covers my handsome face!" He teases getting closer to your face. Soon his face was covered by Zoro's hand as he shoves the cook out of your face

"We don't have time, we need to help the crew" Zoro says

"Well I was more worried about Nami long before you ever were! And if she wants anyone to come save her, it's definitely me! So you let me handle this!" Sanji says

"Fine, whatever" Zoro brushes off Sanji, before walking to Kin'emon who was toward the exit of the alleyway. Sanji leans on the wall next to you. Both of you getting a small break before having to run around again. The blonde takes out a cigarette from his pocket lighting it up and taking a drag. You speak up between the silence

"You were right, Sanji." You say

"About?" he replies, turning his head to look at you with the smoke from his cigarette flowing from his mouth.

"The beard," You say while circling your finger a few inches in front of his face. Motioning to the beard he wore. He laughs while handing you the cigarette watching you take a drag. Heat running up his neck thinking about how you just swapped saliva

"I know," he says with a wide smile on his face, as he accepts the cigarette back. You chuckle at the blonde's response.

"Alright, don't let it go to your head" You reply

"Too late!" He jokes, bumping his shoulder into yours. Sanjis's smile was always genuine. The blonde was radiant and he shined on those around him. He bathed people he didn't know in his endless love and kindness. It didn't matter who you were. He was always aware of everybody around him. Ever since you met the cook he has always been selfless. You enjoyed seeing Sanji happy. The cook never feels the need to hide his emotions. Feeling your lips curve into a smile at the man in front of you

"You're adorable" You laugh out as you push yourself off the wall and you turn to walk towards Zoro and Kin'emon

"Though I would say Zoro looks cute as well!" You tease, a hand over your mouth like a middle school girl with her first crush

"Yeah right," Sanji grumbles pushing himself off the wall and following closely behind. Turning your head over your shoulder you glance back at the blonde

"Be safe, Sanji" you say, a small smile on your face

"You as well, my dear~" Sanji said as his hand lightly brushes against your lower back. As he parts away from you, heading over to Violet. The warmth of his hands slowly fading away

Your head follows the blonde in his silly disguise. Smiling at the sight of the blonde helping the girl onto the toy horse. It's a scene straight from a fairy tale book. Looking away from the sight back to your group

Meeting Zoros eyes as you turn your head. The light from above made his eyes visible through his sunglasses. You were sure he could see your eyes too

Freezing at the sudden shock. Staring back awkwardly at the man. Moving your eyes to look at anything besides Zoro. Looking back at the man to see if he was still looking. He definitely caught you staring at Sanji with another girl. Letting out a light laugh before you spoke

"What?" You say

The green-haired man stayed silent. Letting his eyes do the talking as he looked from you over to where Sanji just was. You turn your head to the now empty spot. Looking back at Zoro again

"What was that about?" Zoro questions lowly

"Nothing" you reply looking around awkwardly. Shrugging your shoulders at the man

"Yeah, sure" he says, shaking his head

"Let's go, Kin" Zoro says to the samurai as they walk in front of you onto the path. Jogging to catch up to Zoro you began to explain yourself

"Just happy for him, that's all." You say looking up at the guy next to you

"I believe you" His tone was monotone as ever. Not convincing you at all

"Sure you do" You mutter, you walk next to the guy for a moment before continuing "He's living his dream. Can't I be happy for a friend?" You say in a light tone

"Yeah, but what about you?" Zoro says as he looks back down at you. Only staring in silence letting the question sink in. Honestly, you weren't putting much thought into it. And you weren't gonna do it now. The question did cause you to go silent though

"Sir Zoro. Miss Y/N. What are you two talking about?" Kin'emon chimes in

"Nothing let's find this coliseum" You hurry words out of your mouth. Trying to distract the samurai from digging any further into whatever is going on. Heat rises up your neck. Embarrassment nestling its way down into your stomach

You stand between the two men looking at the coliseum in front of you. The sound of cheers could be heard over the tall structure. The window-like holes in the structure closed off with some metal bars. You stand there debating on how you will reach Luffy

"So. Any ideas how we reach him?" Zoro speaks up

"If I knew, do you think we would be standing here with our arms folded?" Kin'emon answers

"I can't come up with anything" you say from between them

"The place has been completely sealed off. And I don't see anyone to let us in. We should also avoid suspicion, since I was nearly arrested earlier." Kin'emon announces to the two of you

"Cool, so I'll just cut down the wall?" Zoro says in a casual tone

"I said be discreet!" Kin'emon shouts basically into your left ear. The man trying to shout at the man beside you

"I'll do it quietly?" Zoro sasses back

"Boy! That's not the point!" Kin'emon shouts. You quickly push the man out of your space. Scolding the elder man for being childish in the current situation

"Get away from me! And stop yelling!" You whisper-yell at Kin'mon pointing an accusing finger like a mother scolding her child. The man quickly straightened his act at the sight of the angry girl

“My apologies, Miss Y/N!” Kin’emon replies quickly bowing in apology

"So, not quietly" Zoro continues picking at the man causing you to snap at him as well

"Enough! From you too Zoro. We gotta figure out how to get inside" you say, doing your best to get the two men to focus right now

"Yeah, I said not to attract attention" Kin'emon says

"What are you even sayi-" You spoke only to be cut off by Zoro

"Just tell me how you want to cut it down," He says. Causing the two men to start arguing all over again. God, I should've just gone back to the Sunny with Sanji. Surely fighting would be better than being stuck with these two idiots. A loud cry erupting from the coliseum catches the group's attention.

Looking up at the second floor you see a green-haired guy with tears streaming down his face. Snot dripping from his nose with a gold septum

"I love you, Zoro! You too Y/N!" the man shouts, before crying some more. Who was this man and why does he love you and Zoro? You couldn't place your finger on what was going on in your current position

"Do you know that man?" Kin'emon questions from beside you

"I don't think so?" You say in a tone like you were questioning if you know this guy or not

"Thankfully I don't either" Zoro utters in distraught at the sight. A sweat bead dripped down the side of his face. The cries soon die down and the situation you're in settles back in.

"Maybe he knows were Luffy is. Chances are he knows Luffy if he knows us" You suggest

"Excellent thinking Miss Y/N!" Kin'emon praises at the suggestion

"You're right" Zoro replies before cuffing a hand over his mouth as he begins to shout

"Don't run away yet! There's somethin' important I gotta ask you! Hey! I'm talking to you on the second floor! I know you're up there! Say something! What gives? Can't you hear me?! I see you" He shouts

"Maybe a little quieter, Zoro," You say, looking around slightly getting cautious knowing marines were in the area

"It's fine" He replies before shouting again "Hey!" the three of you get nothing in return until you hear a shout. But it wasn't directed towards the group. It was more of a statement from the odd man

"These tears of joy shall flow until the end of time!" He shouts with his back towards us. The man shoots his arms into the air in a cheering motion. Before he quickly starts taking peaks out the window at your group. Wow, you thought this place couldn't get any more odd

"Are we certain this is a coliseum and not some sort of asylum?" Kin'emon says. Earning a shrug from you as Zoro starts to yell again

"All right. I don't know who you are, but can you tell us if there's another way into the coliseum here? All the entrances I can find are closed up!" Zoro calls out. The green-haired man only sputtering nonsense

"I'm so glad I became a pirate! I can die happy!" He shouts

"What is he talkin' about?" Zoro mutters in disbelief

"He's definitely interesting," You say lowly raising an eyebrow at the man in front of you. Standing with your arms crossed as you plot your next move

"Perhaps those bars are to keep him away from the public" Kin'emon suggest, making you laugh a little

"Shut up! Calm down and listen! Is there a door?" Zoro questions, the man snapping out of his crying fit as he answers

"I wish you coulda been in the stands to see his match! There wasn't one fighter here that could lay a hand on Mister Luffy!" He says while more tears stream down his face. Voice wavering with tears

"Wait a moment! First he can tell who you two are by sight alone, and now it appears he knows Luffy, too?" Kin'emon says

"Seems that way. I wonder how he knows the three of us" You mention earning a hum from Zoro. Looking at the man close to the bars of the coliseum. He was practically ugly crying at the sight of you and Zoro

"Who is this man, and how was he able to discern your identities through your flawless disguises?" the samurai questions once again

"Yeah, I know, right?" Zoro agrees as we all stare at the strange man

"V-V-V-Vice Captain!" The rooster headed man cries

"Huh? Vice Caprain? You're not talking to me, are you?" Zoro questions the sound of confusion seeping through his voice

"Yeah, you're Mister Zoro, aren't you? Mister Luffy's right-hand man. And you're Miss Y/N! I'd know you anywhere" He says

"Uh, you would?" Zoro's questions seeming a bit creeped out. You didn't know how to feel in this situation. Knowing you and your crew had bounties, you didn't think news would even reach the new world. Let alone have a fanbase. I mean you guys are pirates

"So it appears your disguises have failed you two" the samurai speaks from your side. The comment causes you to look away from the man in front of you

"Wouldn't that just be YOUR fault" You defend yourself as you side eye the man. Zoro clears his throat a hand covering his mouth as he speaks up

"Whoever this Zoro guy is, uh, I'm not him!" Zoro yells in a semi-deeper voice failing at trying to disguise his voice

"That's not fooling him, he already knows who we are," You say elbowing the swordsman in his ribs at the dumb attempt

"You don't have to put up a front with me! Don't worry, I know everything that's been goin' on with youse guys. Mister Luffy fightin' in the tournament. All that stuff" The man shouts from inside the coliseum

"What?!" Zoro shouts. The green-haired man soon starts breaking down into tears again. Water flowing from his eyes like fountains

"Hey, man! Stop crying! How do you know this" You shout to the man who continues to cry ignoring your shouts. Feeling slightly frustrated at the hold-up

"What's got you so upset?" Kin'emon questions

"Whatever, weirdo. Tell me why you know so much about us and Luffy" Zoro demands. The man stops crying and you can hear him sniffling trying to stop himself from crying further.

"Ugh, so pathetic. He can't even answer!"

The male attempted to talk as he kept sniffling and wiping his eyes. His cheeks flushed red and you swear you could see sparkles in his eyes from your lower level. The man choking on his words causes Zoro to yell at him

"Suck it up!" He shouts, which makes the guy tighten up. Only to smile like an idiot with stars in his eyes only seconds later. It was like he enjoyed being yelled at by Zoro. The man looked like he was in paradise. Wiping his eyes once more he braces his hands on the stone of the coliseums cutout-like window

"Could I have your autographs?!" The man shouts. Autograph? This man really was a fan. This was starting to make you feel good about yourself and you felt your posture straighten at the ego boost

"What?" Zoro replies

"If I bring Mister Luffy to ya, then will you give me your autographs?" He shouts as he sticks his head through the bars. Zoro looks to you and the samurai for reassurance

"I mean do we have another choice?" you say. Zoro looks backs up shouting again

"It'd be a big help if you did!" he yells. The man inside the coliseum almost flew back as the tears once again took over

"What is this guy's problem?" Kin'emon says

"Well, come on, hop to it!" Zoro order

"O... O... O... "The rooster head stutters

"O-O-O, What?!" Zoro picks at the man trying to finish off his sentence. Whom quickly replies to the swordsman

"On my way! Wait right there! I'll bring Mister Luffy back here if it kills me!" He grunts before speeding off away leaving a cloud of dust flying behind him

"It's not that serious" Zoro utters to himself

"Leave him be, at least he is doing something" You shut Zoro down earning a glare from the man "What? He seems to really admire you" You smile at the swordsman who only turns away ignoring your teasing grin. Knowing the swordsman will back down from your teasing

Standing with the men you wait around hoping the odd man wasn't lying about knowing Luffy. Hearing a gasp your head snaps to the sight of Luffy running towards the window by you on the first floor. The group jogs over

"Y/N! Hey! Zoro! Yo, Kin'emon!" The boy laughs, eyes closing as his laughter echos through the empty like halls "Hey! You needed to talk to me? I'm up here you guys!" He calls out, now waving a hand over his head to catch our attention. The trio coming to stop infront of the window

"Hey Luffy! You seem to be holding up well" You praise your captain

"I know! You should've seen me fightin' Y/N!" the boy gushes as he holds leans closer to the bars blocking the window. Your captain punching the air in front of him. Jabbing at the air. Zoro silenced the boys joking

"Luffy!" Zoro warns

"Shh, shh!" Kin'emon hushes

"Stop yelling so loud, would ya? Somebody's gonna find us out!" Zoro shouts. His voice was even louder than his captains. Causing the people passing by to turn their heads and gasp. Not again. Why do these guys have to be so obvious

"Shh, Shh! You, too!" Kin'emon shouts

"Oh, sorry! I was just happy to see you!" Luffy says. Well when your captain says adorable things like that it's hard to stay mad at the boy. A smile growing on your face as you shout back up to Luffy

"We are happy to see you too Luffy!" You reply giving the boy a reassuring smile

"We?" Zoro mutters, earning a smack on the back of the head from you. The man turning toward you with a scowl drawn on his face.

"JEEZ WOMEN I WAS JOKING!" He shouts in your ear. Which you ignore as you look at Kin'emon who speaks dismissing the two he was paired with

"Ah, so you met with that green-haired man? I was somewhat reticent about trusting him at first, but he seemed quite eager to offer his assistance to us." Kine'mon says

"Where is he now?" Zoro questions

"I dunno, he just like passed out, or something." Luffy explains

"Passed out? What is wrong with that guy?!" Zoro thinks out loud

"Beats me" Luffy replies

"Either ways, he ended up being a huge help" You defend the strange man. Luffys head suddenly snaps to the side. Something next to him catching his attention

"Is there something there, Luffy?!" You shout concerned

"Nah, nothing. Anyways, it's like a maze in here, you guys. I keep getting lost!" He complains shaking his head in disapproval

"So? What'd you need me for?" Luffy continues

"First off. There's a tournament going on and you didn't even tell me! I wanna fight, too, you know!" Zoro argues

"Oops. Sorry." Luffy giggles out a quick apology

"I've been running around town like a damm fool! While you're having fun!" Zoro points out

"Now, now, that's not what we came here for, Sir Zoro." Kin'emon tries to cool down the green-haired man

"Besides there's more serious topics to discuss, Sir Zoro" You argued as you're starting to get impatient with how much time is currently being wasted arguing over a tournament. A transponder snail ringing can be heard as you look over at the taller man

"Am I using this snail correctly?" Kin'emon says while examining the small snail in his palm

"What're you trying to do" Zoro questions from your side

"Sir Sanji requested that I call him once we found Sir Luffy" he replies

"I see. Oh, and Luffy!" Zoro calls out earning a confused-sounding hum from the boy "The coliseum is surrounded by Marines, by the way!" he explained. Your captain only picked his nose in response leading the samurai beside you to irrupt into a nervous sweat

"That was our big news and you don't even care?" Kin'emon shouts at your captain. The transponder snail answers amongst all the commotion

"This is the Sunny here!" Sanjis coarse voice

"Hey, Sanji, it's me!" Luffy shouts making sure his voice is heard through the snail

"Hi, Luffy!" Nami's voice breaks through making you smile at the sound of it

"Nami! I'm glad you're all safe now. Good work Sanji!" You praise knowing you could rely on Sanji to help out the crew, especially when Nami was involved

"Thanks, my sweet~" Sanji replies before he says some things to the crew. Not paying much attention as your stomach does flip at the nickname. The sound of Momonosuke fighting with somebody in the background pulls you from your daydreaming. Knowing your crew better it was probably Brook tormenting the boy

"This is Usopp! Hey!" A voice joins in the chatter from the snail

"We're missing Law, but he can catch up with the news later, I'm sure. Okay, you guys. It's Sanji! We've got Nami, Chopper, Brook, and Momonosuke here. And Caesar, I guess. Give us a status update, please." Sanjis voice orders. The cook sure knew how to take control when times got serious. Like Usopp mentioned in Punk Hazard Sanji just looked like a reliable person that you could count on to get you out of anything

"Right, this is Kin'emon. I'm with Sir Luffy, Sir Zoro, and Miss Y/N as well in front of the Coliseum," he states. Usopp began to talk only to get cut off by Franky. The cyborg taking over the call confirms that he, Robin, and Usopp are together

"Okay, check this out. We made some friends. Guys that call themselves the King Riku Army, sworn enemies of Doflamingo" Frany informs the rest of the crew

"An army?" Sanji asked in a curious tone

"Of little people" Franky continued

"Really?" Luffy chimed in. Eyes lighting up at the idea of tiny people

"Anyway, Luffy, here's the thing. You remember that Toy Soldier dude we met in front of the coliseum earlier?" the cyborg asked

"Uh-huh. But about the little people!" Luffy urges Franky to tell him more

"It turns out that Toy is the commander of this here army." a serious tone painted Franky's tone.

"Of the little people?" Luffy questions again

"Yeah. And the thing is, this army is planning on taking down Doflamingo, like pronto. Today even." Franky's voice grows louder the more he talks.

"Hold on. Hey! I heard something about that Soldier!" Getting confused hums from your group as you look up at Luffy "Earlier, Rebecca said she wants to stop him! Don't do it! Tell the army to wait!" Luffy ordered his eyebrows coming down as they furrowed with determination to stop the little people.

"Not a chance! We need to do the exact opposite of that! So wait, you said you talked to Rebecca?" Franky asked. Leading Luffy to explain how he met the girl. Buying Luffy lunch when he couldn't afford it in the coliseum. Your captain explaining how he wants to help out Rebecca too

"Luffy. I'm sorry. But I don't think I can follow Traffy's plan" The cyborgs stern voice cutting through the silence. Mulitples gasp heard across the lines as the crew took in his words

"Whoa, Franky, where'd that come from?" Usopp's worried voice could be heard

"Let me lay this out how I remember it. We're supposed to destroy the SMILE factory, but then we keep Doflamingo around to use against Kaido? Nah, man. It just ain't fair" The man going into a speech how there are other people who want to take down Doflamingo too "Luffy! I think you're a great captain and all, but...I gotta fight!" Franky ends off his monolouge

You look from the snail up to Luffy. His face set serious with his arms crossed. You could see the wheels moving inside the boy's head. A frown set in place. Quickly stretching his arm to grab the transponder snail from Kin'emon

"Franky! Kick some ass out there!" Luffy orders into the snail "We'll back you up real soon!" he says

"Wow! Thanks, brother!" Franky enthusiastic tone could be heard from the snail.

A loud crash struck could be heard from behind you. You and your group turn facing the direction the sound came from. The ground shaking under you. Feeling the vibration under your feet, making you feel slightly uneasy as you all turn becoming aware of your surroundings

"That was loud! You got something going on over there?" Ussop questioned. Only to be followed by multiple crashes. They sounded almost like explosions but you couldn't see any smoke or fire. What was going on

"Should we be worried?" You say looking back at the building being sliced in half in the distance

"This does not look promising" Kin'emon says

"And it's coming this way" Zoro breaks his silence when something comes crashing down nearly in front of you. Your hands fly up to cover your face as quick as possible. Not having enough time to react to the sudden crash. Dust clouding your vision losing sight of your group for a quick second

"What just happened? I can't see! You guys okay?" Luffys voice could be heard as the dust cloud cleared slowly. You wanted to respond but it seems like something else caught everybody's attention. Slow footsteps could be heard near by

As the smoke dropped away you could see the figure of the "retired" warlord himself. Or should you say Warlords? One was smashed into the stone path lying on his back. Doflamingo standing over him

"Doflamingo. Traffy!" Luffy shouts

So it was Law who crashed into the ground? This didn't look good at all. Law was bloody, with his chest rising as he gasped for air. His limp body sprawled out on the crumbled stone only feet away. From where you were standing you could see the pirate's mouth open groaning from pain. You couldn't do anything but stand in shock. What was there to say at the sight? There was no point, you all knew there weren't much options right now

*click* The sound of Doflamingo pulling the hammer of his gun into place echoes. Luffy begins to shout

"What's goin' on? Traffy! Why are you fighting with Mingo?"

*bang* The shot rings through your ears. Your eyes are wide at Doflamingos form now pointing the gun at Law. It all happened too fast. The atmosphere goes from light to heavy in a second. The psychological effects sinking in. Many emotions flood your brain at once at the sight of your newly found friend on the floor. Not knowing whether to cry or burst with anger

*click*Bang*click*Bang*

Two more shots were fired at the man. Laws body jolting from the force. His body fell back onto the path below him completely weak. Blood dripping down the male's face

"TRAFFY!" You and Luffy scream. Luffy was closer to the pirate, but you often grew soft spots for anybody you've met. Especially when it's somebody you meet through Luffy. He always did attract the best crowds

It was hard to even think with time flying by. Everybody moving too quickly for you to process. Sanjis voice was quick to break the silence

"C'mon, Luffy, say something!" He shouts. Opening your mouth to explain the situation only for Zoro to turn his head to you. His face serious causing you to close your mouth immediately. Only looking back at the scene hearing Doflamingos low chuckle

"Sorry about all the commotion, folks. Forgive me." The townspeople gasp as Doflamingos speaks up "This is the pirate, and Warlord, Trafalgar Law. He's the culprit behind the false report of my abdication from the throne this morning."

The Warlord paused letting the "news" sink into those around him. There was no way Law would do that and not tell the group. This was a setup to make the pirate look bad. It was all a blame and the townspeople were falling for it. The crowd of onlookers watch as Law lays there on the floor motionless

"He was attempting to pull me off the big chair. But fear not. I've taken care of the problem." Doflamingo continued covering up his traces fooling the people of Dressrosa.

You were sick at how many cheered at Law being battered to the ground. But it was more sick how Doflamngo was manipulating them. It was clear to you and your group that Doflamingo was our enemy.

Hearing your captain behind the bars grunting in anger. Luffy was waiting and ready to pick a fight with the fluffy pink man

"Hey, Mingo!" He yells. You felt your mouth go dry as the taller male turned his head in your direction. Turning to look back at Luffy internally cursing at him for having to pick a fight with you in front of him

"You're gonna pay for doing that to Traffy!" Luffy defends his allied pirate. You knew he had guts, but it was starting to get serious quickly. You stand next to the two men in your group hoping they will have a better idea of what to do. Your arms crossed but secretly you were just trying to hold yourself to feel better

"Listen, kid. You'll mind your own damned business, if you know what's best for you. Don't you know? Law used to work for me. I'm just cleaning up my own mess." he spits out

Zoro and Kin'emon were quick to dash forward. Their hands by their swords, ready to unsheathe them if needed. Standing back watching for a second before using your devil fruit powers to grow vines from the ground. The vines grew up to your hand. The vines growing into the shape of a sword. As you wrap your hand around the handle of the vine sword. The green plants fading away revealing your black sword underneath. Holding the sword in your hand as you chase behind the two men, quickly catching up

a/n mid story?- I tried my best to interreact with fights scenes since I want this story to focus on like romance, but also like one piece in general. I don't think i'm the best at writing them. I wanted you to be able to like kinda summon? the sword. Work with me now. In jujustu Kaisen its like how Maki can just pull a sword out using her cursed enegry. Or like genshin impact (Lol sorry i'm really into genshin rn im AR40 lol anyways) The fighting in Genshin Impact is near perfect honestly. Many sword users in the game use their power to pull out their swords and that is kinda what I'm trying to convey here. Anyways continue

"Y/N, Kin, get Traffy outta here!" Zoro orders, taking control over the group

"Right!" You say giving a small confirmation, quickly trying to reach the injured pirate. You heard a small voice shout from the side of Kin'emon. Seeing the transponder snail on the mans swords case

"Hey! Come on, talk to us! Please tell us what's going on!" Chopper cries through the snail

"With heavy heart, I am sad to report Sir Law has fallen" Kin'emon shouts

"That asshole Doflamingo shot him" You cut in, voice dripping with disgust. Running between the two men Zoro unsheathes his sword as we approach closer to Doflamingo

"The Pirate Hunter Zoro, and Firefox Kin'emon, right? Oh! And their pretty witch Y/N" he says in an awful teasing tone. The warlord doing his best to taunt the three of you. You couldn't help but frown and feel deeply uncomfortable at the way the guy was talking

"You know, I saw Momonosuke earlier too, unguarded aboard your ship." Doflamingo remarks

The samurai next to you lets out a small grunt. The comments were getting to us. You glance to your side at the older male before speaking

"Don't listen to him, we would never let him take Momo." You reassure the man next to you. Earning a small nod with a slight smile, before you two split off from Zoro heading towards Law. Both of you make your way to law as you both crouch next to pirate

Grabbing Law's face you turn his head up from its position to the side. Your face is directly above his as you try to check if his eyes will respond in any way. They only lightly flutter open. Law's mouth opens as he tries to talk only to fail. You grab his wrist to find a weak pulse

"oh god, law" you sigh, arms falling to your side at the sight of his bloodied body. Quickly pulling yourself together you look up at Kin'emon on the other side of laws body

"Hurry! Help me get him out of here!" You shout at the Samuari as your arms reach for Law's shoulder trying to pull him off the ground. Only lifting him off the floor a bit before getting distracted by the floor shaking. You could hear the sound of the stone near you cracking. As you look behind you, you see Zoro fall into a newly made hole. The only one left was the blind man from the restaurant.

"Zoro!" You shout, only quickly looking back as you hear your crew from the snail asking about what happened

"What happened to Zoro?!" Usopp shouts

"He just fell into a hole?! We can't really explain it right now!" You hurriedly shout as your hands reach for Law's shoulder again

"Sir Zoro just vanished!" Kin'emon says in shock

"Kin'emon! Stop staring and help me-" You order only to be cut off by a loud slash and Kin'emon letting out a shout of pain. Watching the man fall onto his back. Blood splattered in the air from the slice. Teeth clenched together as you do your best to move. Knowing you were next.

Reaching for your sword on the floor next to you. Your other hand finds the handle as well. Quickly swinging the sword at Doflamingo only for his string to block the attack. The force from the string was enough for you to be pushed back slightly

Seeing his finger twitch slightly. From the corner of your eye, you see a white flash. Swiftly tilting a finger up as your vines grew rapidly blocking yourself from the quick attack. Doflamingo chuckles as you look back up at him standing in front of you.

Seeing another white flash. This time barely dodging as it hit your forehead. Now matching with the samurai who had also been hit

You fall back onto your side as you grab your head in pain. Seeing blood dripping onto the floor. Feeling the blazing sun on your back as you pant. You were scared and wanted this to be a part of the past already. The pain takes over your body as Luffy shouts

"Y/N! KIN'EMON! I'M GONNA HELP YOU!" His voice falters, looking up from your place on the floor seeing the boy grabbing ahold of the sea prism bars, weakening him

A loud slice erupts from the hole next to you. Looking over Zoro jumps out from the hole moving back towards to coliseum. You could see blood dripping from the swordsman's mouth from where you were

"Please go inform the civilians to evacuate as far as possible." The blind man orders the marines. This is why he couldn't tell the crew who he was. He was a natural enemy of ours. You sit up holding a hand to your bleeding head as you try to figure out the next move

"Thank you for your help before. I fear I may seem ungrateful turning my blade on you as I am, but I do not intend to be callous. Fate can be a cruel and ironic mistress at times." The marine spoke

"This man, who stands here alongside Doflamingo is a Navy Admiral it would seem!" Kin'emon is heard informing the crew. Doflamingo reaches his arm down his hand grabbing for Law lying on the ground next to you.

"Don't you dare!" Kin'emon shouts as Doflamingo grabs Law's coat lifting him off the ground easily. You lunge forward grabbing at the warlord's hand holding onto Law. Trying to stop the larger hand from pulling on the pirate. Doflamingo's other hand pushes your shoulder, shoving you back to the ground

"Don't" was all he said as you hit the hard floor with a thud. A soft groan falls past your mouth as you sit back up. The only thing option that didn't lead to your death, was having to sit and watch him carry Law's body carelessly

Doflamingo walks up to the Vice Admiral with Law in hand. Whispering something to the marine. The marine nods his head before unsheathing his sword. Worried he might do something you hurry to your feet, grabbing your sword. Kin'emon getting the same idea as you both regroup with Zoro closer to the coliseum.

"Law!" You shout

Watching the Warlord now float due to his strings. The Vice Admiral is floating in the air too on a piece of stone he cut from the path. What kind of overpowered devil fruit were these? Slightly jealous about the cooler power

"Wake up! Please, Sir Law!" Kin'emon shouts up at the unconscious man

"Are you kidding me?! Both of them can fly?!" Zoro shouts

"This is so unfair!" You agree with the swordsman

"How are you fairing? Please answer us!" Kin'emon continued to shout. Watching the two float in the air as they talk to one another. You caught something about them talking at Doflamingos Palace. Zoro grunts beside you

"I won't let them get away!" Zoro says, pulling his sword back behind his head and getting ready to attack. Both your hands find the hilt of your sword getting ready to help him out

"ALL CIVILIANS HAVE BEEN EVECUATED!" A voice shouts. Turning your head to see a group of marines looking back at you. How could we forget about the other Marines here? The crowd charges closer drawing their weapons ready to fight

"Capture Roronoa Zoro and Y/N L/N at once!" One demanded as the marines began to shoot in the group's direction. The trio blocked the bullets with their weapons. Hearing the sound of the bullets hit the blade of your sword, you help the men block the bullets

"Looks like our cover is blown, huh?" Zoro speaks up

"Yes, that seems to be the case." Kin'emon replies

The two easily chattering while blocking the bullets made your brain run wild

"STOP TALKING! THIS IS OUR TIME TO GO!" You shout at the two men as you take off sprinting leaving the two men behind to block the bullets

"WHA-" Zoro shouts from behind you, hearing two pairs catch up to you

"MISS Y/N! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE SIR ZORO AND I BACK THERE! YOU WOMEN ARE EVIL!" Kin'emon shouts into your ear as he runs beside you

"OH SHUT IT! Both of you stop messin' around!" You reply continuing to run around the coliseum. Gunshots rang through the kingdom of Dressrosa. Bullets flew past the group as you fled from the marines

"Unfortunately, they have seized Sir Law!" Kin'emon shouts into the snail

"WHAT?!" The crew shouts from the other line. The three of you run around the coliseum in a hurry. Losing the marines for a bit as you rounded back to where Luffy was. Zoro grabs the bar of the window as he talks to Luffy. Hunching over your knees, you pant trying to catch your breath from the lap around the large structure

"Hey, Luffy! You should go and locate an exit! We'll stay on the move and hold out as long as possible for you." Zoro says between pants for air

"I'm on it! Let's hurry! I heard Traffy say something after he got shot. He might still be okay!" Luffy says in a determined tone. The rest of the crew's cries echo from the transponder snails. All your heads snapping at the worried cries

"Not you guys, too?! What's going on?" Luffy questioned

"O-O-OH NO!" Brook's voice cries

"What?! Just spit it out already" Luffy shouts

"THERE THEY ARE!" a voice yells. But not from the snail. You look up seeing the group of marines have caught up to you. You let out a sigh as the group begins to make a quick plan

"Dammit! They spotted us. Luffy! I think you should run with us while you talk!" Zoro recommended to the captain

"Yeah, let's go!" Luffy agreed as he took off running along side us inside the coliseum

Running around the coliseum, you all listen to Sanji explain the situation taking place on the Sunny. Now big mom subordinates are trying to attack the ship. The cook explained how it seemed like they were there for Caesar as well

"Come to think of it why is Caesar back on the Sunny?" Luffy spoke up. Marines are hot on your tail, they must have been determined. Zoro turned around to cut down the marines quickly, before running again

Finally! A little break allowing yourself to slow the pace a bit. You could feel the blisters forming from the amount of running that has happened in the past few hours in this damn kingdom

"Was it not obvious the deal crumpled apart?! Why else would Traffy have gotten his ass beaten, huh?" Zoro shouted in his sarcastic tone. Not that you could call that sarcastic. The man's tone was insulting and filled to the brim with anger

The swordsman only gets a stern look from his captain. Sanjis voice interrupting the moment

"Yeah, we're stuck with him because Law told us to take him to the next island, unfortunately," Sanji explained

Nami spoke up explaining how Traffy sacrificed himself to get Momonosuke and Caesar far away from Dressrosa. Our navigator spoke sternly to get her point across

"Nami has a good point" You backup the girl

"Hey, Luffy! There are three main things that Doflamingo and us are fighting for. Caesar, The SMILE factory, and for some reason, Momonosuke. We obviously haven't completed our mission to destroy the factory yet, so he's got one. But fortunately, we have the other two pieces right here with us, get it?" Nami spoke directly to the captain. Knowing the boy would get serious at the tone

"Gotcha. Good point. Then we'll have to take Traffy back at all costs!" Luffy said turning his head back to your group. This jogging was becoming foolish to you, running in circles around the coliseum

"What's the name of the next island, again?" Luffy asked

"That would be Zou!" Kin'emon says

a quick moment passes as Luffy goes into his assertive mode. The captain knows that this is the time for him to get even more serious about his next decisions

"Sanji! Nami! Chopper! Brook! Momo! You guys move ahead to Zou!" Luffy ordered

"Well, if that's what you want, Roger that, Captain, but one request first," Sanji replied. Soon asking for permission to fight back against Big Mom's ship. Of course that was one request Luffy would agree to. Franky chimed in saying he, Robin, and Usopp with take down the factory together with the little people

"All of you stay safe, okay?" Luffy said

"Roger that!" Sanji and Franky replied

"Traffy's life is at stake. Rebecca's wish is at stake. And he's the one controlling it all. We're gonna head straight for the palace! And then, we'll beat the hell outta Doflamingo!" Luffy says, his voice serious

You could die from two things right now. The hot weather or the hot weather and THIS STUPID BLUE FISH COSTUME MATCHING ALONG WITH LUFFY. Who is currently sobbing in the disguise he was given by Kin'emon. Since animal costumes seemed to be the best escape

"You got outta the damn place, why are you crying?" Zoro says as you all jog

"Zoro could you be a little more considerate, right now!" You shout at the man from inside the costume

"Stop sayin' my name. You're gonna get us caught!" Zoro argues

"Oh shut it! I'm the only one who WAS staying in disguise!" you yelled only to earn an annoyed groan from the man. The swordsman falls quiet being guilty of the accusations. We all jog past groups of marines in disguises

"It seems my flawless disguises have fooled the Navy into thinking we're naught but toys!" kin'mon says. From next to Luffy, you could hear the pleased tone in the Samurai's voice

"Flawless, my ass! Look how much we stick out! These costumes are weird!" Zoro says

"But I chose all the best animals! Like carp! Carp are great!" Kin'emon replies

"I think the carp are very cute Kin'emon! They sure are hot though" You chime in

"See Sir Zoro, Miss Y/N thinks the costumes are cute!" Kin'emon gushes. Luffy's cries only get louder. Looking back at your captain you do your best to comfort his cries

"Come on Luffy, tell us what's wrong" You coo

"Stop crying already! You wanna save Traffy or not?" Zoros's harsh voice cuts in. His hand raised to smack at Luffy. Imaging it didn't hurt much because of the costume and Zoros hands were covered by cute cat paws now

"I'll save Traffy. And I'll kick Mingo's ass. Now I know the Flame-Flame Fruit will be in good hands" Luffy sobbed out

"What does that mean?" Zoro questions, only earning more cries from our captain

As you continued jogging with the group. Luffy began to explain some of the situation of what exactly happened inside the coliseum

"Ow" Luffy whines

"How long are you gonna keep crying?" Zoro says after whacking your poor captain over the head

"I can't imagine what you're going through" You whine, big crocodile tears flooding your eyes at the thought of Luffy meeting somebody he thought he lost. Lifting your arms to wipe at the tears streaming down your face

"I've never seen Sir Luffy shed such unrelenting tears! He must be profoundly touched to find his friend alive after all this time!" Kin'emon says

"Uh-huh. Yeah" Luffy agreed through his sniffles. Tears stain dripped down his face

"Why have I never heard of him? Who is this guy?" Zoro interrogates the boy

"He's... my brother..." Luffy sniffled out

"Luffy!" You cry out unable to control the tears. The story was way too sad. You found yourself tearing up over small stories like Franky. Never too embarrassed to cry when it comes to your crewmates. Tears poured from your eyes like a fountain

"Huh?! Your brother?" Zoro says

"I was not aware that Sir Luffy possessed any siblings!" Kin'emon added

"Wait! You're not talkin' about Ace, are you? Does that mean he's still alive, somehow?" Zoro questioned concerned

"All those years ago...!" Luffy trails off. Looking at your captain his eyes were glazed with happiness. He looked as if he was on cloud 9. Tears lined his wide eyes

"Answer my question, damn it!" Zoro shouts

"This is great news Luffy!" You say with a wide smile across your face. Luffy looks at you smiling at your happiness for him. Letting out his cheerful laugh he continued to talk. Looking back to the path in front of him

"It's just like Ace said back then. We all went our separate ways, but we never stopped being brothers!" he says, tears flooding your vision again

"Okay, but who is this guy?" Zoro continued not satisfied with the boy's answer. The group jogs towards the palace in the middle of the kingdom

Part 3

I LOVE BARTOLOMEO SO MUCH

This part might be short I just want to get something out. I hope it was decent. Also i realized that I'm shipping one of the love interest away (Sanji) but it's okay. I'm not even close to done with Dressrosa so that's also while I take a bit to write since Im always watching. SORRY BOUT THATT HOLD UP ILL TRY TO BE MORE LOCKED IN. But when im done with Dressrosa and whenever the strawhats reunite. IDK when that is so i will find out i suppose. But i plan to write a yummy sanji x reader in this lil fanfic. I'm gonna do a light grammar check, post and pray.

I'm also hoping that the shorter post will allow me to post more because i happen to love RUN ON SENTENCES 😍

Love y'all

[0mysteiarchives]

One-Time Collaboration..? • Idol!Reader x Robin

A/N: somewhat modern au??? I mean robin just works under a company and thats it also unfortunately no Sunday mention i'm sorry gang but I swear I am a loyal wife with my 160+ pulls for these two- warnings: a closed off and slightly oblivious reader that adapted to their environment , random fluff from an op who just dropped angst yesterday , somewhat?? affectionate robin in your area , and a RUSHED ASS WORK-

• So your manager called in the middle of your practice session and explained that you’ll be having a collaboration with Pena.Co’s precious angel: Robin. She actually debuted 4 months after you did, and in all honesty she's definitely surpassed you with her amazing voice. And with a pretty face like hers, everyone talked about her .

• Just like they reacted with your debut.

• You thought that she’d be another like those idols you had worked with who put on a loving and lively attitude to their fans, and be an absolute bitch off stage when no ones watching. That’s how everything works in this industry after all, everyone just wants the money and attention.

• So the first time you met you merely gave dry responses, you didn’t mean to be rude but you just wanted this over with. Any questions she asked was met with one word or sentence.

Obviously your management didn’t like that attitude. Oh well.

• Yet somehow that didn’t stop Robin from trying to talk to you. She doesn’t seem bothered at the fact that you’re trying to push her away, and you could feel the eagerness to have a proper conversation.

...why???

• You pretty much gave up ignoring the idol and finally decided to talk to her properly as you turned around to face her and give your name, eventually you two became close friends.

• Sorry, did I say close? I meant reeeaaallly, really close.

• In a span of 3 weeks, Robin seems to be quite open to complimenting you. You'd be practicing your choreo or vocals and she'll be showering you with compliments that would leave you a flustered mess.

• In the next month, she invites you to small things that you're interested in. A certain movie you wanted to watch? She'll ask you to join her to watch it in a VIP area. A new restaurant that peaked your interest recently? Consider a room for just the two of you reserved. What a nice friend!

• How does she excuse these peaceful, romantical moments of being in each other's prescence without interruption from rabid fans or thirdwheeling staff? Just a personal hangout between two idols to know about each other more!

• But if it's just a hangout..why do you feel your heart beating faster when places her hand on yours? When she gives you a sweet smile that's only for you? When she wraps her arms around your waist to engulf you into a surprise hug? When-

• ..Ok bro I think you're in love, just saying.

• ..Oh shit you're in love with Penacony's rising idol.

• ...Good taste.

• Now this can go two ways: You silently accept that Robin might never reciprocate your feelings, or you confront her about it and reach a conclusion you've fallen for her charm.

• Oh wow! It turns out she requested to have a partnership with you because she fell in love at first sight since your first appearance on the stage. She followed your footsteps and tried to get closer and hoped you'd feel the same way about her.

• Whilst Robin was rambling and basically confessing her mutual love for you with red cheeks and held your hands gently, you just stared into her eyes.

• That's kinda cute...

• Wait what was that last part?— —

A/N: guys ik its rushed im sorry its like 1 am rn usiadfsdlkji

Btw there's going to be a pt 2 and here's some future works soon: -HoV!Reader meeting HSR!Himeko -Found Family with the Nameless -Modern AU Skating // Sparkle , Acheron , Robin , Sunday , Firefly , Adventurine -Guardian Angel!Robin and Sunday x reader -Genshin!Reader sent to the hsr universe -Streamer!AU // Adventurine , Sunday , Sparkle Shii that's kinda alot ermmmm... idc anymore goodnight gang :sob:

[leenfiend]

ok first of all i remembered that if I like a character dynamic that doesn't exist i can literally just make it

so open for my long winded OC rant

i don't have long. a work task awaits me. literally have to pause my music to focus in on this. starting off we have daniel.

these were first outfit explorations for him before I decided that I didn't want a modern normal story so disregard the fits but the attitude is there. Daniel works at like a tavern in this small town. He probably had dreams of bigger things at some point, but life is pretty chill how it is and he has his best friend Josie, so what more could he want?

Okay well he does want to date Josie but, he's willing to take his time on that. They've been best friends for like, ever. Surely she's going nowhere and doing nothing that doesn't involve him.

This is Josie, who wants to go anywhere else and do everything. I think she knows Daniel likes her but she's relatively aromantic is my thought. She literally just wants to go out into the world and do shit. Fight, steal, adventure, whatever it is. People from their village don't really tend to do much besides farm and drink beer so she's your typical "I gotta get out of this place" kinda girl. Good for her.

I don't have as many drawings of this guy but this is Victor, leader of the village gang or vigilante group or whatever. They think they're tough shit but they deal with the goofiest small town crimes ever like, making sure the river isn't over fished. Or threatening the baker when he stops making cinnamon raisin bread. Josie joins up with them in the hopes of finding adventure. Daniel is supremely displeased. Victor and Daniel hate each other immediately (big surprise) and Victor constantly flirts with Josie to annoy Daniel. Josie literally does not gaf. She pushes the vigilante group to try something bigger than they have before, or something. I'm still brewing. But long story short they try robbing a carriage passing through town. Turns out the carriage is driven by this crazy powerful wizard. The wizard poofs Josie away, kidnapping her and telling the group they'll never see her again or something. But the real kicker is none of them even knew magic was real before this. We were inside a normal ass medieval town until just then. Shenanigans ensue. Victor and Daniel must team up to find Josie, taking on the big world and discovering the existence of the supernatural and strange along the way etc etc.

here's a comic page of Daniel and Josie talking and some more random sketches. I'll probably delete this at some point in case I want to make the whole story LOL but there you have it. kind of. very half baked rn.

[kayentokk]

He Will Always Be There

-Pairing; Geto Suguru x Fem! Reader

-Synopsis; Your classic best friend love story, where the boy watches the girl date asses and then finally confesses. 

-Contains; slow burn(?), kisses, cheating, fluff, mutual pinning(kinda), friends to lovers, hurt comfort, Suguru being fine asf

-wc; 2k

-A/N; Honestly idek where I pulled this one from. Prolly cuz of all the JJK stuff goin on rn, and I really wanted to try writing one of those cliche tropes lol. 

You were throwing a party, fun right? Yeah no, you didn’t think you’d have to constantly check on the overly drunk college students who would always just barely make it to the bathroom in time. You also didn’t think that while ushering one into the bathroom you’d find your boyfriend, and some girl making out.  

At first when you looked up and saw the scene you were confused, but then you remembered the drunk girl and you really didn’t want her to like in your apartment. So you shooed them out the way and lifted the toilet seat for her too…you know.

You grabbed a hair tie off of your counter and tied her hair back for her, because girlie rules 101, and then made your way into the living room which was basically just a crowded sea of drunk people. You were so zoned out that you didn’t even hear your boyf-ex-boyfriend talking to you the whole time. You only became conscious when he made a grab at your arm.

“Babe, come on you know it wasn’t like that we were just-“

“Drunk?”

“Yeah babe, I promise, she doesn’t even mean anything to me,” just then the girl emerged from the bathroom.

“Really? Because that’s not what you said the last three times,” and with that she walked off.

You chuckled, not even knowing how to react at this point. You decided you’d had enough of this party. Ignoring your ex’s insistent babbling, you grabbed the microphone from the people doing karaoke. 

“HEY! Everybody! Attention, Attention please.”

When the room got quiet you stood on the table, and said the one thing that makes all college students scatter from a party. 

“My parents are surprise visiting tonight, so everybody out! Take your empty cups and throw them away! Take Ubers don’t drunk drive, and take all the food and snacks you want!” You said while the heard of students rushed out the door with all the food and snacks they could. 

Efficient, you thought. When you got down from the table you immediately went to cleaning up, completely ignoring your ex, who was apparently still talking. You were only a little tipsy but couldn’t help feeling annoyed and still zoned out.

“Listen,” you said cutting him off. “I don’t need to hear your “explanation,” okay? It’s simple, I didn’t put out so you found it somewhere else.”

“No I swear that’s not how-“

“Can you just go?”

“Babe-“

At this point you were about to loose your shit, why couldn’t he just fucking leave? Just then, saving you from your troubles, your best friend emerged from the bathroom holding the drunk girl, who was puking in your toilet, up.

He stood tall and brooding, with his all black get up on, over your now ex, “Listen man, a word of advice, I’d leave before she goes apeshit on you,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

It took your ex a minute to take in the sight. A lean but muscular figure in black sweatpants and a hoodie that had neon purple accents on the front, a clean shaved face with perfectly slanted piercing black orbs, and beautiful long flowing hair. When he finally got his thoughts together he responded.  

“Who the fuck are you? I can handle my girl-“

Before he could even say anything in response, you started laughing. Everybody’s head turned to you, even the drunk girl, because you seriously couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Get. Out.” Was all you said after you caught your breath, and that time he got the hint.

“We’ll talk about it! I’ll text you,” he said not getting the blatant message that you didn’t want to talk and that you guys were done. 

Just before he walked out the door though, your friend handed him the drunk girl with a gruff, “Make sure she gets to her dorm asshat.”

After they left, you sighed and continued throwing the empty cans into the garbage bag, and after a minute of watching you incessantly clean your friend grabbed the broom and started sweeping the floor. 

He didn’t ask you what happened, because he saw, and he didn’t make you talk about it, you would tell him soon enough when you felt like it. There wasn’t any uncomfortable silence between the two of you either. You didn’t have to constantly worry about what he was thinking, you didn’t have to not be yourself, and you didn’t have to worry about him dropping you for the “next best thing.” 

You liked that, It was peaceful, and he knew it. Deep down he’d do anything you asked of him, just to keep you happy. He did have to admit though it was killing him that he didn’t punch that asshole ex of yours, same with all of your other exes. 

Ever since you were old enough to date, it was like the classic boy best friend story, he watched you date people who weren’t good enough for you, you guys broke up, he swooped in to comfort you. This time though, he could tell something was different, you didn’t show any sign that something was wrong. Maybe you weren’t that upset-

As soon as he paused sweeping to think he heard it. Over the clanking of the trash in the garbage bag you were holding, he heard it and it almost ripped him to shreds from the inside out. You were sobbing, your body softly shaking, and your chest heaving. He’s seen you cry before, and it always hurt some part of him deep down. 

He makes his was over to you, long strides full of urgency and worry. You almost didn’t notice he had left his spot in the kitchen until he took the trash bag from your hand and set it down. He tugged gently at your arm until you turned to face him. Your pretty eyes all puffy and red, your nose sniffling to find breaths, and your plump lips merged into a pout. Even while crying he thought you looked pretty. 

He pulled you into his body, hands engulfing your back, while you sobbed with your face squished into his hoodie. Somewhere along the way he had brought you into your bathroom and propped you up onto the counter. 

Finally pulling your head out of his chest you noticed the tear stains and shiny lip gloss that was smeared into it. 

“M’sorry Sugu, your hoodie s’all messed up now.”

He just gave you a slight smile while grabbing the makeup wipes from the cabinet behind your head. 

God, he must think you’re so pathetic, constantly having to clean up after you and always having to reassure you. That must get so tiring, especially because you’re constantly dating fuck-boys who don’t really care about you and when those relationships end…well, this happens. 

You’re slightly tipsy when you ask, so you’ll just blame it on the cheap liquor later but you really wanted to know, “Sugu, why are you still here?”

Because, that’s what friends are for.

“Because I was helping you clean,” he says feigning ignorance while wiping off the remnants of your smudged makeup.

“No like, like- here” you were getting frustrated, the words weren’t coming out correctly. He knew what you meant though. 

“Because,” he gruffly replied. 

I want to be here for you. 

“Because?”

I care about you.

“Because.”

I love you. 

“S’not and answer,” you said with a pout.

“Why not?”

“Because, it’s just not.”

A low rumble came from him then, and when you saw he was laughing at your response, you couldn’t help but laugh too. 

When he was done you hopped off the counter and walked into your room collapsing on your comfy carpet. Your arms and legs were spread out like a starfish, you looked silly.

“What are you doing?”

You didn’t respond, just scooted over and patted the spot next to you. He reluctantly laid down next to you. His arms propped up behind his head gazing up at your bedroom ceiling. It was pretty at night, because of the cute stars and constellations lighting your ceiling. 

After a while you broke the silence.

“Sugu?”

“Hm,” he grunted turning his head to face you.

“Promise you’ll always stay?” It felt like a stupid question. People break promises all the time, you knew that first handedly. So you’ll blame it on being tipsy again. 

To Geto the answer to that question was obvious, of course.

“Who else would help you clean up after all these ragers you’re throwing?” He said in a joking manner. 

You wanted to throw a fit about how that’s not what you meant and he knew it, but in a way you knew what he meant. So you were content with his answer. 

“The stars on my ceiling are dimming, you’ll have to help me replace them again, it’s such a shame because they’re so pretty.”

“Yeah, such a shame, so pretty.” 

You turned onto your side facing him, but he was already looking at you. You swear you saw his eyes sparkle at that moment, and you started into a fit of laughter. 

“What? I got somethin’ on m’face?”

“No,” you said through giggles and when you finally calmed down you said without thought, “I love you.”

You shocked yourself, maybe you weren’t just tipsy, maybe you were more drunk than you thought. A slight gasp came out of your mouth and your hands immediately went to cover it. Geto’s pupils dilated and an unreadable look crossed his face.

With the countless thoughts running through your head, the main one was why the fuck did I just say that? You can’t exactly blame this one on being drunk. 

You hurriedly sat up and turned to him, “I-I mean in like a best friend way you know? Cuz like friends say that to each other, of-of course I don’t expect you to say it back or anything like that I just was-,” you nervously rambled on. 

When you stopped, you noticed he too was sitting up now and way closer to you. When did that happen? 

You cleared your throat and just gave a final, “I’m sorry-“ but before you could finish his lips were on yours. 

It was a slow, tender kiss. His soft lips on your plump previously glossed ones was the perfect mix. When he pulled away you almost followed, holding back a whine from coming out. 

“I love you too.”

Was all he said and you sat, one again, in comfortable silence. Just gazing at each other. You don’t know why you’ve never noticed before, the way he looked at you, but it’s apparent now. It’s apparent, and you couldn’t be happier. 

Except for now, all the thoughts are going through your head. What happens to us after this? What if we break up- well are we actually together? Does this ruin our friendship?

He could tell that lots of things were running through your head because you facial expression changed into one of worry. Trying to calm you he reached his hand up to your face and stroked your cheek. Your gaze was now back on him and you thoughts had ceased.

“What are you worried about?” He asked, quietly as if he couldn’t be any louder.

“Well, you’ve always been my friend….and now-,” you sighed frustrated. “Now, everything’s different..”

“Do you regret me kissing-“

“No! No, it’s just- most of my past relationships haven’t been the best…you’ve seen. Our relationship was the only one I could always count on…don’t you think it would be different?”

“Hmm,” he said pondering, “I see.”

“But- but I still-“

“I know,” he said removing his hand from the side of your face. “It would change our relationship quite a bit…”

He didn’t know what to say, all he could think was shit he fucked this up. He didn’t want to come on too strong, and he definitely didn’t want your relationship to be tarnished just because you started dating, did you even want to date him?

You quickly stopped his thoughts by saying, “but I want to try.” 

The silence was back, but this time it was full of relief. You guys didn’t know what the relationship would bring, or if it would even turn out the way you hoped, but you knew one thing. That Suguru would always be there. 

@/cafekitsune for the divider

[pedge-stuff]

strawberry margs (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual, yada yada.

happy belated labor day, y'all! tip your servers and thank your union reps.

(my union is on strike rn and, while it is ass, I'm very grateful for the people who are working hard to secure a better future for all of us. wga strong!)

summary: a totally normal labor day cookout with no big announcements whatsoever.

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"Hey!" Pedro is slightly out of breath, flushed from the cocktail and the dry heat. Sometime in the fifteen minutes he's been gone inside the house, a tiny sombrero-on-a-headband has made its way onto his head. 

He plants a kiss on your temple, slinging an arm over your shoulder; the man gets a little possessive, after a couple drinks, but not in an unpleasant way. There's a pitcher of pre-mixed margaritas on the picnic table, and only a thin finger of the same drink left in his plastic cup. You squeeze the hand that now rests on your right shoulder. 

"Are you having fun?" 

Truthfully, yes. Parties usually aren't your vibe, and you'd been nervous about this one, for some reason. Had expressed as much to him, beforehand.

Oscar and Elvira usually host in the summer, the little patio attached to their apartment far surpassing anyone else’s outdoor space in the city. No reason at all to be nervous— you were just here, for the 4th of July, alone, kindly invited while Pedro was still filming in Morocco. (And oh, how the summer had changed.) Had been here almost every weekend since then, while things were shut down. 

But, this was the first party since… well. Since you’d put a ring on it, so-to-speak. 

The social etiquette of the whole thing has you flummoxed. Are you supposed to tell people? Is that annoying? Do you just not say anything? Wait for them to notice? Take the rings off and break up so you don’t have to do this at all? 

Ultimately, these are Pedro’s friends, so it’s been Pedro’s call. Not that you communicated that to him. Which might have been a mistake. Regardless, you’re deferring to him, despite the pit of stupid anxiety it left in your stomach leading up to the party. 

Not that you’re not proud of the ring, either. You couldn’t be fucking happier. Social anxiety is a tricky thing, apparently. (You might have way, way overthought all of this.) 

“Yeah,” you smile at Pedro, shaking cobwebs of shitty thoughts from your brain. “Yeah, this is lovely.” 

Another kiss, this one soft on your lips. He tastes a little fruity, some kinda flavored syrup in the margaritas. You’d accidentally opted for an IPA that tastes like ass, so you’re just carrying around the can as a prop. His fingers are sticky from something, you discover, as he licks them clean.

The arm around your shoulder steers you towards the long picnic table, around which most of the party is gathered: the hosts, and a few extended family members you’ve definitely been introduced to, before. Sarah is here, with Holland, which is a nice surprise. The kids are deep into a game of corn hole, in the small grassy area. 

You settle at the table, folding chair pulled flush against Pedro’s. A large hand palms above your knee, exposed below the inseam of your shorts. The sun is warm on your skin, fingers wet from the condensation of the can you’re pretending to nurse.  

“— the AMPTP doesn’t know what they’re talking about,” Holland is saying, from where you’ve entered the conversation. 

Oscar’s brother, whose name you should know by now, laughs. “Been four months now, though,” he shrugs. “You think someone would’ve budged by now, but—“ 

"Woah, woah." From his perch on his wife's lap, Oscar points, looking scandalized. “What the fuck is that!" 

Pointing, unexpectedly, at the ring on your finger. 

"Uh." Pedro's looks sheepish. 

"You're joking!" A hand dramatically clutches his heart, while Oscar swoons against Elvira. "I'm wounded. Sarah, did you know about this?" 

Across the table, she raises a glass, mockingly. "I picked out the ring." 

"That's not true—" Pedro begins to protest. 

"—Sorry, I forced him to make a fucking decision because he'd been agonizing over three options for like a month." 

Pedro shrugs. "I wanted it to be perfect," he says sheepishly, "sue me!" 

"No, no, backup," Oscar says. "I don't care about the rings. I can't believe you didn't tell me!" 

"I can," Elvira offers, "you've got a big mouth." 

He groans. "It's not like it was a secret!" 

Loud interruptions from across the table. "It was absolutely a secret, that's the whole point!" 

Oscar throws a hand up. "You already act like you're married, is anyone surprised about this?" 

"You were surprised." 

"I was surprised you didn't tell me! Wounded, frankly. Irredeemably. To the core." 

"Are you done?" Sarah rolls her eyes, squeezing Pedro's shoulder affectionately. "About damn time, but we're happy for you." 

She gestures at Oscar. “Yeah, yeah, we’re happy for you.” 

“With feeling this time.” 

“Guys,” Pedro interjects, “I wasn’t keeping anything from you. It happened two days ago!” 

He launches into the tale, eggplants and double-rings and all. The hand stays planted on your knee, and you take advantage, laying yours on top to thumb over the band on his ring finger. Someone tops Pedro off, and you reach for a sip— strawberry, you determine, is the marg syrup. You’re not really listening, but you lean back, content to watch him retell the story. 

The next time he kisses you, as the sun sets into the Brooklyn skyline, you taste like strawberries, too. 

[pearlzier]

more beau + puppygirl!gf thoughts.. instead of actually working in the fic😸👍🏼 (most of these things will come alive and be way more detailed in it tho trust🤝) but make it sexual this time cus i REALLY HELD BACK the other times i sent them (tumblr gods pls don’t eat this one thnx🙏🏼)

their almost first time together, she’s over at his trailer n they’re watching a movie n it’s kinda cold out… so she steals his old houston pd hoodie and beau goes Absolutely feral crazy insane.. but when it starts to get Really Heated she stops him n is like “beau, the bugs! we can’t traumatize them!!!!”

BREEDING KINK! BREEDING KINK! BREEDING KINK! LIKE IM SORRYYYYY (no i’m not🤭) Both of them!!!!! they have it!!!

Every Single Time she has a wet dream, beau gets woken up in the middle of the night to her whining and grinding on his hip or thigh

one time she was being really bratty and getting snappy with him n other ppl and beau was NOT abt that.. so orgasm denial, spanking, the whole nine…. he kept that up for literal HOURS and never let her cum (gave the most AMAZING after care in the world tho, cus that’s babygirl sweetheart) and then the next day beau got off work earlier than usual n came home to come home to surprise her (with some cutesy little gifts and a plan finally fuck her right)…. and found her riding his pillow wearing nothing but his black aviator jacket😸🙌🏼

one time they go out to this bar neither of them have ever been to before, kinda outside of town.. and while beau is at the bar getting there drinks some randon girl tries to flirt with him n OF COURSE he immediately turns her down and is like “no, absolutely not, i have a girlfriend, get away from me” but the bitch just Is Stupid clearly n like won’t take no for an answer and is being all “idcc that you have a gf, blah blah blah” and beau is rolling his fucking eyes SO Hard😭 and this whole time she’s watching from their table across the way… like she KNOWS he’s trying to get this girl away from him and that she’s just a fuckin weirdo, but she still gets jealous n possessive, so after a few minutes she marches right up there in her cutesy little dress and chunky ass demonia platforms and tells the girl off!! literally gags her so bad beau’s trying not to laugh.. then she drags him off into the bathroom and goes feral crazy insane, covering his neck in hickeys and bites . . . and Sooo many other things. she gets very dominant (the first time ever) and beau loves it So much, like he is Absolutely eating it up and it so willing to be subby for her

this is all i have for rn😞 cus my brain is just going a thousand miles a minute and i can’t keep a coherent thought for long enough to save my life

Call me flex tape the way I’m trynna hold back all this wetness ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🙏🙏🔥🔥

BEAU + PUPPYGIRL!READER MY FAVOURITES EVER FUCKING DIES OHSJDGDDB I LOVE THEM........ DIES

[kvthgok]

Nothing to Worry | Father Miguel O’Hara x Daughter Reader

Warnings-none

Summary- You are Miguel’s daughter. Your 7 years old but you’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.

Side note- This one is WAYYY shorter than usual cuz writers block is kicking my ass so hard rn. This time I actually proofread ikr surprising (still probably gonna have mistakes somehow LMAO). But yaur I hope u guys enjoy this still 😭 <3

The little girl walked into Miguel’s room quietly. And shook him gently waking up him up kinda.

“¿Qué pasa sweetheart ?Hm?”Miguel questioned softly at her still half asleep.

”I can’t sleep” she said frowning.

“Did you have a nightmare ?” Miguel asked trying to calm her down. She looked like she was in verge of crying. The little girl had nodded.

Miguel looked at her. “Come here mija” he pulled her up to his bed.

Miguel held her closely as he pulled the covers over both you guys.

“Now try to sleep, you’ll be fine..” Miguel whispered to her soothingly. He caressed her hair. “It’s okay sweetheart, you’re safe” he whispered as she began to feel sleepy.

“There is Nothing to Worry sweetheart.” Miguel mumbled in Spanish and kissed her head.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

My take 🤬

On how this is another clear case of antifeminism (by women & men bc women can suck too, obs), doblestandard and maybe even racism, not sure about the latter but wouldn’t be surprised if it also plays a role in the snowball effect, frankly. And also, on how Ayo unfortunately doesn’t know how to handle this, maybe due to her young age, or her short tenure in the biz or bc her PR team, that is supposed to offer guidance in these kinda situations, fucking sucks, or all of the above. And lastly, if I were her publicist this wouldn’t have escalated so absurdly, hereby I offer my services probono to my girl, Ayo 🖤

1- IMO this game sighting was staged, they invited and asked them to go and sit there to get full visibility as a PR move. Those kinda promotions that intend not to look like they are promoting shit but they are. JAW is an expert on that, Ayo isn’t. Thus, his playing with her hair was part of an improv, that was not JAW, he was actually kinda playing Carmy for a sec for the fans, fully knowing they were gonna get photographed, etc. It was just a show! To entice the exact same reaction of the sydcarmy fans that they indeed got >>> frenzy 🤩. Period. Fully calculated by the PR team and innocent. Nothing wrong with that bc as any PR move, it’s consensual, and pre-agreed upon, they all play the game, they all knew it was a promo sighting of the cast to get attention, otherwise they wouldn’t have sat there or in that order. I wouldn’t even be surprised if they actually instructed them to smile, talk to the ppl sitting nearby, take selfies, “hug”, etc, it’s standard PR casual promo procedure. No biggie. The playing with her braids was part of that.

2- The whole cast is always super comfortable with each other, and touchy-feely, they all get along super well, and they trust and respect each other, it has always been like that, which is probably why they were on board with this PR move, to begin with. On numerous previous occasions Ayo and Ebon, for instance, have been holding hands in award shows, Ebon and Fak kissed on stage, Jaw and Ayo always, and I can’t emphasize this enough, always hug and touch as a sign of affection, same thing with Ayo and Molly who are also friends IRL, from even before MG joined TB, so, I hope that my point is clear by now but I will get into it anyway:

3- The fact that this whole thing, that shoulda just been treated as an innocent PR move and absolutely nothing else, and shoulda NEVER bit any of the involved ppl in the ass, specially Ayo, is due to misogyny - lack of correct media handling by those who are in the payroll to do exactly that - lack of Ayo’s experience (not her fault tho, that’s what PR teams are for when they aren’t free loading on you) bc she’s amazing but young and JAW is almost the same age but has like a decade of more experience and thus thicker skin, a divorce under his belt and he’s a guy - and lastly: maybe even racism and here’s why (FYI: I’m pissed! ⚠️ So deal with it):

Who the fuck said that touching a fucking braid is wrong even if they were happily married to other ppl?

Why the fuck Ebon kissing Matty (both happily married, btw) is just an innocent joke between coworkers we all laughed along with, but the literal 3 sec touching of a couple of braids between friends and coworkers that we all know are in other relationships and promoting a show rn is treated by some assholes like fucking adultery?!

Why the fuck that Ayo literally wraps her legs around MG in a game with a big smile, (when both are in a relationship, btw) is not read into in the same way as JAW casually touching Ayo’s hair for a few secs?!

Why a woman should give anyone any fucking explanation on why she let her friend/coworker do that and on why she's clearly not a slut or that they are not cheating on their respective partners, etc?!

Obvs I’m gonna be fucking telling you why right about now:

Because the usual suspects (racists that already hate Ayo just for being successful and hate even more any kinda of interracial interaction both IRL and on TV) are always waiting for the slightest chance to spew their fucking venom online and troll their way into attentionwhoring on every fucking platform they can get their filthy fingers on!

Because even women attack her or question her intentions if she dares to be slightly touched by JAW jumping to the conclusion that they are obs cheating bastards.

And because Ayo bought into it and got caught up in this whole thing due to the aforementioned reasons and unfortunately, her PR team/manager etc don’t have her back. A minor counter-PR move coulda stopped this madness 2 days ago right after the game and nothing woulda happened bc nothing shoulda happened! But I guess they are maybe idiots or too old school who think any publicity is good publicity.

The double standard of lowkey slut shaming or doubting the good intentions of a woman just because someone dares touching her fucking hair in public has to stop!

I’m also defending JAW here, he did nothing wrong and a bunch of prues, racists, idiots, and ppl who can’t tell a promo from real life or fiction from reality completely twisted and turned EVERYTHING and fucking ruined something that shoulda been just cute and fun.

So summing up: 🖕🏿

[princessbrunette]

ok, so i’m having a thought rn. bear with me please, my writing sucks :(

kinda spitballing but i can’t help but imagining what it would be like for reader the first time she meets JJ’s dad. like, obv he’d never willing introduce them. but i kinda like to think maybe Luke would show up to their shared apartment (thinking JJ lived their alone) and is so surprised when he sees reader. like “who the hell is this??”

and ofc JJ would be so protective and shielding the reader from Luke like “don’t talk to her” or whatever. idk, what’s your take on this?? <3

(also, i love your writing so much and if it’s not taken, can I be 🪐 anon?)

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he had no idea who you were, but you knew him.

the man who’s made jj’s life hell, leaving him bruised and broken from years on end until he could finally free himself of the curse that was luke. you’d happily opened the door to your shared apartment, smile dropping as soon as you were confronted with the man. even your blood ran cold.

“the fuck are you?” he frowns, swaying a little— clearly drunk.

“i think you may have the wrong address, sorry…” you lie, going to close the door— hoping it was enough to rid of him but he slams a clammy hand against it, holding it open.

“wait, nah — you got a jj maybank here?”

jj had heard his fathers voice, it was a voice he could recognise anywhere and froze in place in the kitchen — momentarily immobilised. what quickly got him moving, was the thought of you having to deal with him, and the blonde quickly arrived beside you, placing a hand on your waist to gently but firmly pull you behind him. luke’s eyes followed the movement, piecing together the fact you were a couple.

“what the hell are you doin’ here?” jj clenches his jaw, holding it high as he looks down his nose at the man who hadn’t changed in years if you minus a few extra grey hairs.

“that any way to greet your old man? what, not g’nna invite me in?” he grins a yellowed smile and you cringe, shrinking back behind jj when the man ogles you for a reaction. jj stands even taller upon seeing this.

“how’d you find my place, pops?” jj stares down at the man’s soaked tank top, the smell of liquor radiating from it fuelled by body heat.

“asked around. this place ain’t so big, you know. anywho, i need a place to stay. just for a few days whilst i get my shit together, crashed the old boat — need to spend some time on land gettin’ a new one. i got a guy comin’ up to see me tomorrow who’s gonna help me with—”

“dad, you can’t stay here.” jj cuts him off, and for a moment you see that same scared little boy inside him, a look of fear flashing across his face. he presses his lips together as his father squints at him.

“and why the hell not? you think you’re fancy now huh—” he starts to raise his voice, but jj cuts him off once more.

“because this is my place. with my girl, and my life. you think you can just show up here after years and treat me like i’m some hotel? nah.” he scoffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “i helped you out for the last time on that dock when you left and i told myself never again, dad. i meant it. leave… now.”

luke shakes his head in disbelief, laughing at the boy in a way clearly meant to belittle him. soon, his drunken gaze finds you once more.

“and what about you doll? hell i might be your father in law one day, will benefit you to be nice to me.” he smiles at you, taking a step closer but jj shoves him back so suddenly he stumbles and falls onto his ass.

“dont talk to her. dont come near her, dont even look at her. get the hell off my property, dad. i mean it.” jj barks, doubling down as he stares down the weak alcoholic on the ground. the old man sniffs, ungraciously picking himself up after a minute, sizing up the blonde.

“‘think i won’t beat your ass like i used to just ‘cos your little girlfriends here?”

your hand finds jj’s arm, stroking the back of it soothingly as if trying to ground him from that traumatic memory. he stares his father down with nothing but disgust.

“go ahead, pops. i’ll just let the cops know where you’re at. would be a real shame to see you back in the clink.”

knowing he’s lost, luke finally leaves and jj stares off at him until he’s certain he’s out of sight and gone for good. exhaling shakily, he shuts the door softly, leaning against it.

“jayj.” you speak softly and he shakes his head, dismissing you with a watery smile and a hand.

“nah i’m good. showed him who’s boss, huh?” he chuckles, but accidentally lets a tear slip down his cheek. before he gets the chance to wipe it, you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, listening to him sniffle a little against you.

“you did good jayj. did so good.”

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[midnight--sadness]

FIRST OF ALL, YOU'RE SO NICE???????? THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU'RE LEGIT AMAZING

Second of all, I am so happy that you said you don't mind it when people yap bc I'm kinda a professional yapper, heh....

Anyways, here's what I proudly call the Atop The Stars/Napoleon Ice Cream AU (I can't pick a name...), again based off my own book of my two ocs I'm writing:

So Gi-hun is a detective who recently opened his own detective agency after getting fired by his last one. Btw imagine season 1 Gi-hun here, with all his silyness and happiness and arching his ass up in the air and stuff, bc I say no to depressed Gi-hun, happy Gi-hun for this AU. Even with all his unseriousness, Gi-hun is like Sherlock Holmes levels of smart, which I love about him.

Which is why Hwang In-ho, a detective on the local police force, is sent to recruit Gi-hun to study a recent amount of murder cases. Gi-hun smiles with glee, knowing that if he accepts the case, he'll be able to send money to his ex-wife and their daughter! Meanwhile In-ho's face is turning bright red at the sight of this beautiful giddy twink, and he's not sure why.

Anyways, they don't solve the case, but Gi-hun notices a single symbol of a funny-looking squid on the ground that no one has noticed before. After that, he was recruited into the ranks as a co-detective. In-ho awkwardly invites Gi-hun out for ice cream, and Gi-hun laughs, telling the shorter man that it's a date.

They go out and Gi-hun specifically gets Napoleon ice cream, with my headcannon being that Napoleon ice cream is his favorite. In-ho, I'm not sure what he'd get. It's a really cute date, the gays hehehe <3 Also there's a bunch of backstory lore about both of them that's revealed when they start talking about the deep stuff, but I'm too tired to write that rn. They do eventually go to In-ho's home and fuck, bc I said so!!!

Now that the two are established as a dynamic duo, they're officially charged to handle the Squid Case, as it has been dubbed. Strangely enough, every case Gi-hun works on, there's always a bucket of Napoleon ice cream lying around. Gi-hun doesn't think much of it, usually just eating it since the bucket didn't even seem to be opened yet.

A couple of months later, Gi-hun and In-ho are called for another case. When the pair get to the crime scene, it's a mess. The art museum seems to be completely raided, guard bodies everywhere, and then some old man offers Gi-hun a bucket of Napoleon ice cream as a thanks, and he gladly accepts it.

Blah blah blah, Gi-hun solves the whole thing and the guy gets arrested. The police force hosts a party, where Gi-hun meets In-ho's brother, Jun-ho, and a new recruit named Dae-ho that immediately names Gi-hun as his second mother. Gi-hun starts chatting with Jun-ho, and then Jun-ho just goes, "You know, I'm surprised the scene was so messy today." Gi-hun asks why that is, and Jun-ho tells him how the scenes were usually very clean, often left with almost to none details other than the funny-looking squid, which is why it was so hard to catch the guy. Plus, the murderer never stole anything.

With this in mind, Gi-hun seeks out In-ho, thinking over what In-ho told him carefully. He stops in his tracks, suddenly remembering something. The bucket of Napoleon ice cream the old guy gave him earlier, that had a funny-looking squid on it. He realizes that they had caught the wrong guy and runs to tell this to In-ho. He spots In-ho standing outside on a balcony and opens the door, but before he can call out In-ho's name, everything goes to black.

Gi-hun wakes up in a dark room, scared and confused. Then a door opens, revealing none other than...

In-ho.

PLOT TWIST, TURNS OUT IN-HO WAS THE MURDERER ALL ALONG. Ever since his wife got killed by some random ass dude while she was pregnant, he went a tad bit crazy. He teamed up with this old dude named Il-nam and this not entirely sane man who went by the alias The Salesman to kill people. He didn't just kill anybody though, he took out corrupt people, cheaters, really fucking bad people, like a Robin Hood if he killed instead of stole.

He actually knew Gi-hun long before the two met, spotting the bright smiley man when he was getting ice cream with his daughter when In-ho was on his way to take out another evil person. Bam, instantly obsessed!

In-ho orchestrated the turn of events that led to Gi-hun getting fired and then recruited to work alongside the cases. When the force thought they finally caught the guy thanks to Gi-hun, In-ho decided to give up the whole serial killer thing he's got going on there. The latest recruit, Dae-ho, already calls him Dad for some strange reason, so why not just lie down and rest, maybe catch a malewife and have a baby or two. Yeah that sounds like a nice life.

So he kidnaps Gi-hun. Don't worry, things actually turn out better than you'd expect from this monstrosity I've created. In-ho explains everything to Gi-hun, and it takes a long time before Gi-hun eventually gives in. The pair get married, with only Jun-ho, Dae-ho, The Salesman, Il-nam, Ga-yeong, and Gi-hun's best friend and assistant Jung-bae attending. (Gi-hun had to beg for Jung-bae to attend lol. In-ho gives in, but mutters that if Jung-bae makes eyes at his wife again, he's going to kill him, despite Jung-bae being married-)

This is the good ending. Let's pretend there's no bad ending that's rotting away in my docs, and Gi-hun has a million little babies with In-ho and they all live happily ever after 🫶🏾

My third and final AU that I'd love to share is actually a Hunger Games AU that I am very in love with at the moment! However it is very late in the night for my timezone, so I'll be yapping about it tomorrow. Thank you so much for letting me yap, you're the best <3

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you will always have a place to yap here!!!

also, did u mean neapolitan ice cream? i google napoleon ice cream and the only that came up was neapolitan. i don't know if this is a different ice cream flavor i'm not familiar with, so i just wanted to ask 🫶

uh i was kinda gagged at inho being the murderer 😭 it makes so much sense but the entire time i was thinking he was actually good ndjfvjdkjnvjf

let's pretend that gihun and inho retire and have a million babies!!! (tho, if u want to share that bad ending, i'm all ears 👀)

i'll write down the au name when u decide it!! 💞

also fuck yeah a hunger games au!!! 🙏