#now she's stuck like this all night tsk tsk

[wanders-in-stars]

Fun date idea: go camping with your werewolf partner! absolutely no way it could go wrong!!

[hopeluna]

heyy<3 Can you do a Katsuki x female reader comfort where the reader is getting ready for a date with him but when she's doing her makeup it isn't going the way she way she wants it to, so she gets upset and Katsuki is like comforting her? It's alr if you don't want to!!

ProHero!Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

CW: 651 words. mentions of insecurities based on looks, i aged him up as a pro hero to better fit the narrative i hope u like it <333

You sit there for what feels like years, staring at the reflection on the mirror. You decide it's absolutely pathetic. The tears that start to sting your waterline definitely don't help.

It's date night. A rare occurrence since Katsuki's missions spiked up these past few weeks, added with your work stress. Tonight was supposed to fun and relaxing.

You're feeling anything but that. Katsuki is going to be here in less than 5 minutes, as he has texted you, and here you are- still in a old t-shirt of his and worn out shorts- not ready.

It's just one of those days. The makeup on your face isn't sitting right. You've tried to do your eyeliner for the million-th time without smudging it, all the lipsticks look just wrong on you, the foundation feels more like acid on your skin the more you keep messing it up.

You know it's irrational to think about but Katsuki always looks so handsome even without trying, it's bound to be a shame to others when they see you - in all your messed up glory - alongside him.

The fan above you hums gently into the air. There are muffled conversations from the street outside, occasional shouts from kids playing and tackling each other on the ground. The light from the bathroom door you left open serves to give you a further headache. You're so focused on the throbbing ache, you don't hear the front door opening, the sound of keys.

Katsuki is rightfully startled when he walks in the room. He felt uneasy from the moment you didn't excitedly jump on him at the front door, and now the messy room and your sad face staring into the mirror. He can feel his own lips etching into a frown at the sight.

You don't seem startled from the outside when he walks up behind you, trying to make eye contact in the mirror. He squeezes your shoulder gently before speaking, "everything okay?"

You lower your head, nonchalantly gesturing to the messy table full of makeup products. Katsuki would've found your sad pout adorable if it weren't for the tears stuck to your lashes.

He lets out a low hum in understanding. Katsuki is well aware there are some days you don't particularly like how your outfits or looks turn out - he's aware of it, though he doesn't quite understand how you can't understand that he's left awestruck every time he glances at you.

His eyes flash towards you when you shuffle in your seat a little, "can we...stay in tonight?" - you look at him sheepishly, guilty for ruining the night. Katsuki only tsks at you.

"Don't be dumb thinking whatever you're thinking. Of course, we can stay in. My cooking's better than whatever restaurant we were going to go to, anyways."

30 minutes later, you feel much better with a clean face, which Katsuki insisted he help with. You had told him cheekily katsu curry when he asked what you wanted to eat. You only got a scoff in return. You tap your fingers on the cool kitchen island, softly humming at the mouth watering scent that had begun to waft through the room. The TV is muffled in the background, dimly lighting the living room with the light from the kitchen. The air is cool in a refreshing way. You think you could stay like this forever.

You frown at the sudden poke on your temple as Katsuki walks past you to the couch, hands carrying two steaming bowls.

You wordlessly follow him, snuggling into him on the couch after snatching your bowl. You choose to dig in and ignore the groan from beside you when you turn on your favourite reality tv show- the one that Katsuki claims to hate.

You think this might just be your favourite date ever.

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[ilwonuu]

⋆·˚ ༘ * messy ⋆·˚ ༘ *

↬ huang renjun

𓋇 pairing- nonidol!renjun x fem!reader, softdom!renjun x sub!reader, established relationship, they’re want each other so bad <3

𓋇 summary- your boyfriend loves to make a mess out of you.

𓋇 warnings- messy sex, slight clit play???, unprotected sex(she’s back everyone dw), creampie, pet names (baby, good/pretty girl)(junnie), kinda clothed sex but not really????, dirty talk, renjun loves when reader is needy, kissing, MDNI, lmk what else

𓋇 a/n- i had to write this because it was taking over my head,,, i want renjun so bad bye

renjun likes messy sex. he loves when he can hear all your slick with his thrusts. he’s been fucking you for what seems like hours to you. your underwear pulled the side as he rubs his dick against your slick.

your pretty pink panties soiled completely with the two of your juices. it is just straight up filthy. his dick rubbing against your sensitive clit has you moan pathetically.

“j-junnie-“ you whimper as you reach for him. you’re embarrassed at the state of your cunt. your wetness being heard with every movement renjun makes. both your moans also filling the room. his dick is harder than ever as his tip catches your clit, making you moan louder.

“love how messy you get pretty. look at this pretty mess.” he teases you a little as he continues to rub his dick against you. his dick slips into you at ease as he slides the tip.

“o-oh- yea fuck me-“ renjun keeps his thrusts up but only for a moment as you feel him pull out of you to rub against you again.

“n-need more- please!” you love the way he feels against you but he’s been dragging it on for a while now. your panties making it so the his dick is rubbing hard on your clit, as it holds it in the fabric.

“i know baby. but doesn’t it feel so good like this?” he gives your lips a peck before shifting his eyes to your cunt. the scene is so dirty. he loves the way you try to grind up for more friction. he loves the way your panties are stuck to your cunt to the side.

“such a pretty thing for me. you love when i play with you like this baby?” he slaps his dick against your clit to mock your wanting pleads.

“should i give you what you want? you’ve been such a good girl for me.” his voice sounds so sweet and innocent. he kisses your jaw as you feel his dick slide into your cunt.

“want to hear your pretty cries for me. look at me baby.” he pulls your face to look at him as he shallowly fucks you. “mmm yea- just like that.” you moan out as you look down to watch where his dick disappears and reappears. the squelch noise is overwhelming the other sounds in the room. “junnie- kiss me.”

you lean up to kiss him. he responds to your kiss with a smirk as he melts into the kiss. your panties are soaked when renjun grabs them. he grips them to fuck you deeper into the sheets.

“f-fuck im not gonna last-“ your cunt clenching around him tighter. your moans are loud and desperate. “my pretty little thing, you gonna cum? you’re squeezing me s-so tight.” his head is against yours as he starts to fuck you at a different pace.

you nod quickly as you bite your lip to hold in your cries for him. renjun tsks at that. “don’t hide your moans. want to hear how good i’m making you feel.” you eyes start to roll back as his hips grind into you.

“i’m coming-“ your climax cutting you off as you cum on renjun’s dick for the unknown amount of the night. “yeah fuck-“ he fucks you through your high, planting soft kisses onto your lips. his hips speeding into yours.

“want my cum baby?” you moan at his words. you hold his waist trying to get him to move quicker. “i’m coming- fuuck baby. you’re so fucking pretty for me. my good good girl.” his cums is hot when it fills you. he pulls out of you slowly, not wanting to lose any of the cum.

“junnie-“ you moan as you feel some of it drizzle out of you. renjun notices the messy dripping, he fucks his cum back into you with his finger.

“mmm so sensitive.” you pout when you feel his finger leave you. finally leaving you empty. “me too baby. you came so hard for me, like a good girl. let’s get this mess cleaned up yea?”

[skzhocomments]

Clingy - Bang Chan Oneshot Fanfic

General Masterlist

Pairing: Bang Chan (Stray Kids) x OC (name: Aera. Story is written in 2nd person)

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count: ~3.3k

Warnings: a little angst, crying

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Bang Chan or other mentioned Stray Kids’ members true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad (click here) and AO3 (click here)

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Summary

You overhear Chan and Jisung talking about how clingy you are, and it really hurts your feelings.

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

© all rights reserved by skzhocomments (Tumblr), skzho (Tumblr)/ storminsidemycore (Wattpad), storminsidemycore (AO3)

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Clingy

"Is Aera coming over today?"

"Probably."

"Tsk. She's always here. Don't you find it annoying?"

You were just outside the door when this conversation between Chris and Jisung stopped you dead in your tracks.

You've been dating Chris for just shy of a year now, and you figured out early in the relationship that he never has free time. He's a workaholic through and through, starting his days with early practice and finishing them with late nights in the studio. Thus, you came up with a solution: whenever you wouldn't be working night shifts, you would come visit him in the studio and keep him company.

You never interrupted or bothered him. You just watched him work, stealing occasional kisses when he'd take short breaks, taking care of him, bringing him food (as he more often than not forgot to eat balanced meals completely), giving him water when his bottle would run out, and massaging his shoulders when he'd feel particularly stiff.

You never considered yourself to be annoying, until now. And although you shouldn't listen to other people's conversations, you just had to know what your boyfriend thought about it.

"Annoying? How so?" Chris asked.

"I mean, she's being so clingy. She always wants to see you or be around you and she's coming by, like, every day. It seems exhausting."

"Oh... Yeah, I see what you mean. Well..."

"What?" Jisung chuckles.

"She is a bit clingy, yeah."

"It annoys me sometimes. I miss our bonding time in the studio." Jisung chuckles again.

"Yeah, it would be nice to sometimes have time to ourselves. Sure." Chan chuckles as well, and you start feeling your heart break into a million pieces with every word you hear.

"Oh, so you also find her a bit... of a nuisance?"

"I wouldn't say that... But she does suffocate me sometimes, I won't lie."

You truly didn't know that Chris viewed you as suffocating. He's never told you.

If he had, you would've never started to come to the studio.

Why did he even give you an access key?

Already on the verge of tears, you decide to turn around and give Chris what he obviously wants: time away from you. Just as you do, you see Changbin walking towards the studio.

"Aera!" He exclaims and runs to you happily, taking you in his arms and spinning you around. You've become close friends ever since you started dating Chan, and this was how he always said hi to you.

"Binnie!" You ruffle his hair and smile back.

"Did you come visit? Let's go." He grabs your hand, and before being able to protest, he opens the door and drags you inside.

You try to keep on smiling as you say hi to your boyfriend and Jisung, but now that you're aware of their true feelings towards you being here, you can't help but notice every small detail. Chris and Jisung give each other a knowing look, and you notice it. You just know it's because you are there again.

You wonder if Changbin feels the same way, if he also finds you annoying and suffocating.

Your chest is tight, and it's getting hard to pretend that everything is okay. It's difficult to breathe. You can't even bring yourself to speak much, afraid that Chris will find you smothering, so your words get stuck in your throat, choking you.

You don't even laugh much at their jokes, and you wonder how everything can change in just a span of 10 minutes. The studio used to be a safe space for you, where you could relax and be yourself, but it now feels like a cage.

It seemed like you could now notice all sorts of things you weren't able to notice before. Although Chan is his usual self, it somehow feels different to you.

He doesn't want to spend time with me; runs through your head repeatedly, and with every passing minute, it's getting harder and harder to stay there.

You want to leave.

No, you need to leave.

Your eyes are watering up and the pressure in your chest is crushing you; the throbbing pain in your heart is getting too much; your eyes start to water again; and you need, you need to find an excuse and run away from this place.

You have to come up with something - anything convincing enough so that Chris won't bat an eye. Something that wouldn't be too obvious a lie.

"Oh, shit!" You exclaim, and the three men in the room look at you with questioning eyes.

"What's wrong?" Chris asks.

"I just remembered! Fuck! I promised Jia I'm taking over her shift tonight! Shit! I have to go!" You jolt up from the sofa and grab your bag hastily.

I have to get out.

I have to get out.

I have to get out.

"Oh, no! Want me to drive you?" Chris asks as he stands up as well.

"No, don't worry. I know you have work to do." You smile briefly, then wave to Jisung and Changbin and begin to turn around.

"You sure?" Chan grabs your hand, making you look at him.

"Yeah. If I leave now, I'll make it just in time."

"Ok, babe. See you tomorrow?"

"Sure." You smile as he presses his lips against yours briefly, before you part from him.

"Text me when you get there, so I know you're safe."

"Will do, bye bye!" You turn around and leave the room with haste, and once you're finally alone in the elevator, with the doors closed and already moving towards the ground floor, you break down.

It's hard to stop the tears from flowing, the overwhelming sadness completely taking over you, and you feel every piece of you ache. It shouldn't hurt this much. He didn't say he didn't love you. He simply said you're suffocating.

It's not that bad.

Is it?

You realise that Chris is right; you are smothering. You've always been the clingier one in the relationship, and maybe it's time to take a step back and stop being so keen on spending time with your boyfriend.

Maybe you should simply let him initiate whatever outings he wants, whenever he has time, and you'll see to your hobbies and occupy your mind with something else but him.

You get home and join a class right away. You don't even notice what you've clicked on.

Pottery, apparently.

Whatever.

This will do.

~

"She still hasn't texted me."

"Hm? What did you say, Hyung?" Han raises his head from his notebook. They've been working on a new song for a few hours now, and whenever Jisung writes lyrics, he gets completely absorbed in them, not noticing anything else.

"I said, she still hasn't texted me. How many hours has it been since she left for her shift?" Chan asks uneasily. You've always texted him to let him know you're safe, so this felt completely out of character for you.

"Maybe she just forgot." Jisung shrugs.

"Have you tried calling her?" Changbin asks.

"Yeah, I did... she won't pick up either."

As he answers this, Chan's breath hitches in his throat. What if something happened? What if you've had an accident, or fell and hit your head, or- it was already pretty dark out when you left.

Why the fuck did he let you go alone? He should've taken you to the restaurant himself.

Fuck, why are you still working there anyway? He's told you time and time again that he can take care of you while you search for a job in your field. He knows how hard you've worked for your diploma and how disappointed you've been after searching for months on end with no results.

Why didn't you want to take him up on the offer? That would mean all the free time in the world, and more importantly, no night shifts.

"I'm sure she's fine, Hyung." Changbin puts a comforting hand on Chan's shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. "But if you're that worried, you could go to the restaurant. It's not far from here anyway."

"Is that okay?" He asks anxiously.

"Yeah. We can manage just fine for a couple hours, don't worry."

With a short nod, Chan stands up and grabs his coat.

"You're just as clingy as her." Jisung chuckles slightly. "Message us when you're there."

"Will do!"

~

Chris runs hastily to the elevator and clicks on the button for the underground parking lot, then hurries to his car. The ride to the restaurant is less than 10 minutes long, and he curses once more for not taking you himself.

He couldn't even spare 10 minutes for you.

Fuck.

He's definitely never felt shittier...

... until he reaches the restaurant, goes inside, and sees that you're nowhere in sight.

"Chris? Oh, hi! I almost didn't recognise you with your cap on. What are you doing here?" A girl approaches him with a large smile.

"Jia? I thought you weren't working tonight?" He stares at the girl in front of him in confusion.

"Yeah, I am." The girl replies, just as confused.

"Oh... is Aera here?"

"No, she's working day shifts this month. Hasn't she told you?"

"She did, I just thought... whatever, nevermind." Chan waves his hand and smiles. "Thanks."

"You didn't have a fight, did you?" Jia asks with a worried expression on her face.

Chan didn't know. Did you?

"... no, we didn't. Thank you, Jia. Have a nice shift!" He waves and leaves the restaurant, and as soon as he's back in the car, he takes his phone out to call you again, when he notices a text.

~

Sorry Channie, it's been chaotic at work, and I couldn't check my phone until now. I forgot to text you to let you know all's okay. I got there safe &lt;3

~

He freezes.

You lied. You've never lied to him before.

Why?

He decides not to call your bluff and plays along. You surely have a reason to lie to him, and he wants you to come forward yourself instead of having to confront you.

You're safe. That's all that matters.

Or that's what he's trying to tell himself, although doubts start running rampant in his mind. Your behaviour today has been weird, ever since you came to the studio. You avoided eye contact, you invented an excuse to leave after not even 20 minutes, you lied that you're going to the restaurant, and you haven't even messaged him to let him know you've gotten there, or home, or wherever the heck you've gone, safely.

With a sigh, he starts the engine and drives back to the studio.

~

"Babe, can you give me some water, please?" Chan asks in a quiet voice as he's trying to perfect a beat he's been working on. It's 2AM already, and he's growing tired.

When you don't answer, he asks something again, this time in a whisper.

"Did you fall asleep?"

There's still no answer coming from you, so he turns his chair around to see you, and then the realisation hits him.

You're not there.

In fact, he can't even remember the last time you've come to the studio to keep him company.

He noticed that ever since that night you lied to him, you've been acting strange. You no longer text him unless he texts you first; you don't initiate any dates or activities with him; and most importantly, you're never there.

He misses you.

Did you fall out of love? Are you trying to let him down slowly by spending less and less time with him?

Shit, he never expected love to hurt as much as it does. Your absence hurts.

He grabs his phone to text you, hoping that you're not asleep. It takes you 12 minutes to reply. 12 minutes that passed by agonisingly slowly, but he's at least grateful you actually replied. Waiting until morning would've been torture.

As soon as he sees your text, he calls you.

"Yeah?" You reply, your voice small. You always sound like this when you've just woken up.

Fuck, when was the last time Chan woke up next to you?

"Sorry, babe, did I wake you up?"

"Mhm. What's wrong?"

"I just- can I come over?"

"Now?" You reply, still sounding asleep.

"Yeah. I really want to see you."

"You have a key though..." You yawn. "... why ask me?"

"... I know. I'll be there in 10 minutes, okay?"

"Mkay."

Chan makes his way to the parking lot and checks his wallet, phone, and the keys to your place a hundred times. When he's sure he has everything, he starts driving. He usually loves late–night drives, but his heart is now ridden with anxiety, which makes it completely unpleasant .

In front of your door, he contemplates once more using your key. He used to use it and come over all the time, but he's been so stumped with work as of late that he can't even remember when the last time he's been here was.

The apartment is quiet and dark, so he does his best to not disturb the peace as he walks hesitantly through the hallway until the bedroom.

The lights are turned off in the bedroom as well, and you're now fast asleep again. Still, he comes behind you and spoons you; he lets his face come close to your head and takes in your familiar scent as he hugs you.

"You're home?" You ask quietly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine." You yawn again.

"I missed you so much." He whispers, and you hum.

"Mhm. I missed you too."

"Do you... still love me?"

"What?" You ask, your voice audibly more awake now. "Of course I still love you, Channie. What kind of question is that?"

"You've been so... distant lately. You don't even come over anymore."

"Look who's talking." You chuckle slightly. "When's the last time you've been here?"

"... you're right. But..."

"I'm sorry." You whisper, feeling yourself on the verge of crying again. "I do still love you, but... I was suffocating you. Maybe it's better that we spend less time together now."

"What?" Chan sits up on the bed, leaving you feeling empty and your back cold. You sit up as well and turn on your lamp, and looking at his face breaks your heart. His eyes are glistening with tears, matching yours like a mirror.

"You... you said you feel suffocated by me... I know I'm too clingy, so..."

"Wait! No... When- when did I say that to you?" He frowns. "Maybe I've just-"

"To me?" You smile bitterly, cutting him off. "Never. But you told Jisung how suffocating I am and how you sometimes just want time on your own, so... I'm giving you that."

As soon as he hears your words, he remembers. He had one conversation about this with Jisung, which he realised was bullshit anyway when he noticed how much he thinks about you and how lonely he feels when you're not there.

"Baby, I-"

"Don't even bother denying it, Chris. I heard it."

You look away as you feel like starting to cry again, and tears start falling immediately after. Fuck, it's pathetic, really.

"Aera, look at me, please. I didn't mean to deny it..." He pleads with you, but it's hard to listen to him and raise your head. It's so damn hard to see him.

When Chris sees you won't budge, he doesn't know what to do. You're crying and shaking, and it's all because of him. He's hurt you.

He thinks about how he could make it better and decides to hug you tightly.

"Baby, look... I did say that, and I'm truly sorry. I was so, so wrong. Yes, you are clingy, but fuck, I don't want it any other way. I've missed you so much these past weeks."

You stand silent and just listen to him.

"I kept turning my chair around to look at you and you were never there. I kept checking my phone but there were no messages from you. I didn't even know if I could still use the key you gave me, or if you're not comfortable with that anymore..."

"Channie, how can you even think that?" You cry out, and he hugs you tighter. "This is your home too."

"I'm truly sorry... I've been up in my ass with work and neglected you completely, and only realised how much I need you by my side when you were gone..."

"Yeah." You whisper.

"Are we going to be fine...?"

"... Yeah, we are. Just... please tell me if it gets too much, mhm?"

"It won't." He kisses your forehead as he smiles slightly. "Thank you for forgiving me. But Aera, you know? You also lied to me." He chuckles. "You didn't have any shifts that night."

"I'm sorry... I was hurt, and- wait, how do you know that?"

"I went to the restaurant to check on you, and Jia was really confused to see me there." He lets go of you and grabs your face with his hands, running his thumb over your cheeks and wiping away all the tears.

"I just... felt so horrible. Hearing you say that I'm suffocating you was like a punch in the gut. I'm so sorry I was too clingy."

He shakes his head and presses his lips against yours.

"Please be clingy from now on. I thought it felt suffocating, but I actually got so used to the warmth of your attention, that being without it felt utterly depressing. So, please, keep clinging to me."

"... okay." You nod.

"And please come by and spend time with me in the studio again, hm? What about tomorrow evening? We can have dinner together, and then you can come hang out with me. If you want to, of course."

"Oh, actually-" She chuckles slightly, "I can't have dinner with you tomorrow, sorry. I can come after 9 to the studio, though."

"Why?" He tilts his head.

"Well, you see...?" You rub your nape, "I have a pottery class from 7:30."

"Pottery?" Chan laughs in disbelief. "When did that happen?"

"When I decided to fill my days with something else to keep me from thinking about you all the time." You smile sadly, and he pouts.

"But I want you to think about me all the time. I also think about you all the time."

"The pottery class will last for a few more weeks, so you'll have to make do." You poke his nose playfully, and he is quick to scrunch it.

"You're punishing me." He kisses you again. "Do you like making pottery?"

"Honestly? I'm shit at it." You say, and both of you burst out laughing.

"I didn't ask you if you're a pro or not. Only if you enjoy it."

"Mhm... I think I do." You smile.

"That's amazing. Show me what you've worked on."

You excitedly grab your phone and show him all the photos and videos you've taken in the past few weeks, explaining the techniques you've learned and how much you've been struggling to keep up with the class, and Chris listens attentively.

By the time you're done talking, it's almost 5 AM, and both of you are barely able to keep your eyes open.

"So, now that we're okay, should we head to sleep?" You ask, and Chris caresses your arm gently.

"Yeah. Let's sleep. Good night, my love."

"Good night."

He kisses the back of your head, and you both fall into a deep, restful slumber.

~The End~

[chlorinecake]

ｃｏｎｖｅｎｉｅｎｔ ｃｈａｎｃｅｓ II

🎱 pairing: yandere!stalker!enhypen x fem!reader

🎱 cw: language, non-con kissing and touching, reader gets tortured-ish, slight dumbification, use of the nickname "doll"

🎱 wc: 3k — read part one and three here

YOU AWOKE TO the feeling of the once running vehicle coming to a complete stop, doors unlocking at every which side.

Niki nudged your exhausted body, “Rise and shine, sleepy head.” Meanwhile, Heeseung hooked his arms under your armpits, guiding you out of the car. Your legs hit the ground, drawing your attention to your surroundings. From what you could tell, it was still fairly late in the night, and you were in the middle of the woods. Not too unfamiliar of a scene to you, but still a good ways away from civilization.

Jake ran over to hold your feet, Heeseung and him now holding you in a hammock position. They carried you past a campfire to a ledge on the cliff where the rest of the boys were standing ominously, Sunoo deciding to stay back in the car.

“Now look. We're not gonna hurt you unless we have to, so consider this all an unruly warning. A reminder of who you belong to,” Jay slithered, grabbing a stick from the ground to trail your frightened features. “You're not making any sense, Jay! If this was all apart of your plan to get my attention, why’d you have to kill Mandy?”

The six boys exchanged looks, laughing hysterically at your pitiful state.

“We didn’t kill her, jackass,” Sunghoon spat.

“What do you think life is? Some sort of simulation where people do the same things every single day?”

“She got the night off,” Jake finished, “so I covered for her shift.”

You internally sighed in relief, "Great, so you’re just trying to scare me, then?”

Heeseung peered at you from above, “Are you scared?”

You spat in his face, causing him to snicker in amusement. He dropped one of your arms to wipe your spit from his face, holding you up by one arm. “I like her," he grinned, reached down to squeeze your cheek harshly.

Jay stuck the stick he held in the fire before sealing the red hot edge at the side of your waist.

“Ahhgg,” you groaned in pain, provoking Jay to dig the burning stick even further into your skin, “Don’t fuck this up for me, love. I'm trying to be nice here, and you're only making things more difficult.”

“Alright, ladies, let’s stay on track, please,” Jungwon complained, impatiently nudging Jay’s shoulder.

“Right. We’re gonna ask you a question. Though, there’s only one right answer.”

“W-wha-what?"

“Slow down, dummy. Let him finish,” Niki retorted at your stuttering.

“Fuck this, walk her to the ledge,” Sunghoon directed, Heeseung and Jake guiding your frame to the cliff, their grips tightening around your wrists and ankles the more you struggled against them.

“It’s like you want us to punish you,” Heeseung smirked, swinging you back in forth dangerously close to the edge, Jake chuckled at your trembling. You screwed your eyes shut, preferring not to see whether they’d actually throw you over the cliff or not.

Jay stood in the background, observing your terror before speaking.

“There are two ways this night can end, ____. One, you fight back and my boys will do with you as they please.”

Jungwon and Niki snickered to each other.

Your lower lip quivered at the sound of their devilish tone's, feeling your arms and legs go numb from the awkward position you hung at.

“Two, you and I continue our relationship as if nothing ever changed and you swear your loyalty to me.”

“Booooo,” Sunghoon whined sarcastically, “I like the first option better.”

“The choice is yours, love. So choose wisely.”

“Fuck," you groaned exhaustedly, "fine! I’ll go with you! Just please make them put me down!”

“Tsk tsk tsk. You were so close, love, but I’m not sure if I favor the delivery of your answer. Try again, sweetheart, I know you can do it.”

“J-Jay,” your voice cracked with frustration, feeling the two rascals starting to swing you again.

You hated that he persisted on making this a difficult situation for you, even though you had already complied. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking away the moisture in your eyes before continuing.

“I’ll go with you, Jay. I swear, I won’t leave you again!”

“And?”

“And my love and loyalty belongs to you, Jay. Always and forever.”

The wilderness fell silent, the sound of your jagged breaths filling the atmosphere.

Jay kneeled down to meet your tired figure that hung in the air, pulling your face to his before kissing the corner of your lips.

“I know, my love. And I’ve worked so hard to make sure you finally know that, too.”

He gave Jake and Heeseung a look before they released your aching limbs from their hostile grasp, your body flopping on the rocky ground.

“Eugh,” you grunted as Jay pulled you into his hold.

“All of you get in the car!” Sunghoon ordered, rounding up the rest of the boys as Jay carried you to the vehicle, dropping his friends off at their places before bringing you back to his house.

Your new “home.”

THE NEXT DAY, you and Jay were at a fancy restaurant just like old times. He bought you the most lovely black dress and stilettos to wear for the evening, complimented with pearl accents that matched his fancy wrist watch. It had been a while since you went out for food other than the convenience store, especially not with your ex-boyfriend.

He pulled your chair out for you before sitting at the other side of the table, analyzing the menu before initiating small talk.

“So, how’s life been? We haven't had many opportunities to catch up in a while.”

You ran a finger over the dish titles under the plastic covering of the menu, “I don’t see the point in discussing my life details with you when I’m sure you’ve already seen everything.”

Jay paused for a moment as if hitting a brick wall, clenching his jaw at your reply.

“Can’t you see I’m trying here, ____?” He pleaded, looking into your frustrated eyes, “I know I can’t take back what I’ve done to you, but this is a start. I already explained that my intentions were noble, I just-“ he paused again.

“You’re just crazy about me, right? Is that it?” You teased, crossing your legs under the table.

Jay snickered, showcasing his cat-like teeth.

“See? I knew you understood me,” he feigned glee, peering in a little closer over the table before whispering, “now stop disrespecting me or I’ll take your ass home and demonstrate just how crazy you make me.” His hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze that didn’t match the cruel nature of his words.

What was wrong with him?

“Good evening, and welcome to The Diamond. What can I start you guys off with? Drinks, appetizers?”

"I'll start with an iced lemon water,” Jay smiled, “and for you, love?”

“Iced water sounds lovely,” you smiled back, fighting the urge to kick him under the table.

“Anything else before we move onto entrées,” the waiter asked. Your eyes were so stuck on a Jay that you hadn’t realized it was Niki dressed as the server. You felt like the ceiling was caving in on you.

“Is everything okay, Miss?” Niki asked sarcastically, tilting a mocking head at your anxious state.

“Y-yes, I’m alright,” you stammered, trying to remain calm.

“I’ll let you know if we need anything else,” Jay finished, Niki bowing before running off to serve other tables.

“You brought back up?” You scoffed, shaking your head at him.

“No, doll, I’ve only ordered water so far. No need to panic, I’m paying anyways,” he chuckled, observing the menu once again.

You hated the nickname doll, as it only added to your circumstances of being his play thing. You watched as a thick bead of water trailed down the side of your glass, a bright yellow lemon floating in the mixture. You stuck your bare hand into the cup, bringing the lemon to your lips to suck on.

The slurping noises you made caught Jay’s attention, “What’re you doing, ____?” He asked in shock at your sudden change in behavior.

A few drops of the lemon dripping on your tits, drawing Jay's attention to your cleavage. You got up from the table, feeling Niki's threatening gaze burn holes into your back. You pushed your chest out, “Can you clean me up, Jay? I’m such a mess,” you pouted getting on your knees for him.

“____, this isn’t funny. You know better than to act out in a place like this.”

“Don’t keep your dumb doll waiting, Jay-Jay,” you ignored him, reaching a hand to stroke his thighs.

He snatched your wrist with such a force that the contact with his skin and yours made a snapping sound.

“That was your last strike, love. You don’t get any more chances to behave.”

For whatever reason, you didn’t feel threatened by his words. You knew that your actions would only lead to the inevitable cycle that Jay planned to evoke on you anyways.

He guided you through the restaurant, a few people observing the event in disgust. “She’s just a little tipsy,” Jay remarked halfheartedly, rushing through the doors before shoving you in the passenger's seat of his truck.

“What the hell was that, Jay?”

“Pfft, you’re asking me that?”

“How am I supposed to trust you when you bring your goons around to watch me? When you threaten my safety over my emotions?”

Jay shook his head at your words, “you're not the victim here, love.”

You scoffed before he continued.

“I may have hurt you physically, but you broke my fucking heart, and that can never be healed. Not until I correct your behavior,” he frowned, pulling into a driveway.

You didn’t bother asking why you were here because you knew this place all too well. It was the same place he’d take you whenever he wanted to “teach you a lesson.”

He called it his classroom.

So here you were, a student smelling of sweet citrus with your aggravated teacher and his hostile cane. You imagined each whack would feel more like a hit to your mind than it’d hurt you physically. Because that was the thing about Jay.

He’d cut you from the surface, but forget that those wounds often travel much deeper.

He held the small of your back as he guided you to the doorstep at the front porch, taking in your nervous frame.

“____,” he began, taking your hands in his but your gaze fell to the ground, fearful tears starting to spill from your eyes. So much for holding it in all this time.

“Save you tears love,” Jay continued, lifting up your face and wiping the moisture from your cheeks, “I’m not gonna hurt you anymore.”

His words delayed your tears mid-stream, staring into his eyes with confusion.

“What are you saying, Jay?” You sniffled.

“I’m saying that I considered your words. 'How can you trust someone who hurts you?' That’s what you said, right?”

You hummed in response, more keen on listening to him than speaking for yourself.

"Well. In that case, I promise that I'll never lift a finger against you in a violent way. From now on, my hands will only be used to love and adore you, my love. Do you understand?"

You felt the tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes again.

This promise of his was almost too good to be true.

"Y-yes, Jay," you hiccuped, face feeling hot from the breath you held, "I understand."

Suddenly, he pulled you close to him, tenderly connecting his lips with yours. You didn’t reject his kiss because for whatever reason, you craved his comforting.

He broke from the embrace, unlocking the door to reveal the oozing black that danced within the structure of the eerily familiar house. He nodded, initiating you to enter without his force. "I'll see you in two hours," he said as you noticed the six pairs of soulless eyes staring back at you. Your legs grew stiff, but Jay pushed you in, locking the door behind you before going about his evening.

You beat on the door like a mad woman, “Fu- ughh! Jay! Please don’t leave me in here with them,” you screamed desperately, shaking at the door knob in terror. You heard footsteps approaching you from behind before Heeseung, the eldest of the bunch, grabbed your shoulder viscously, pinning you against the cold door.

“Nice to see you again, cutie. I’m sure you remember me from our last encounter,” he grinned, leaning in to breathe his hot breath against your neck, “it’s funny how you smiled in my face while I thought about getting you in a position like this,” he bit down on your skin, “vulnerable, and so fucking pretty for me,” he groaned, harshly kissing at your neck.

Sunghoon pushed him out of the way, giving him a fed up expression, "and I’m sure you remember Jay’s rule.”

Heeseung wiped the wetness from his mouth, “yeah? And what rule was that, fun police?”

“That we’re allowed to mess around with her how we please as long as we avoid leaving any obvious bruises,” Jake finished, cringing at the teeth marks Heeseung left on your neck.

“Hmm,” he hummed in thought, “I should’ve went for the tits.”

You felt nauseous in the middle of all this, having to listen to the perverted boys debate on they'd abuse you. Niki made his way around the corner, walking in your direction.

He pouted back at you facetiously, punching you in the stomach and snickering as you fell to the ground, “you’re such a fucking crybaby,” he spat, grabbing you by the hair just to let you go harshly.

You looked around the dark room, noticing Sunoo standing in a corner alone, mirroring your anguish. You got up and ran to him, falling in his lap before weeping. “Sun, I know what I said to you, but-" your words were cut off by him pushing you away, the back of your head clashing with the hard floor.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore,” he bit back, walking over you as if you were a piece of trash, “finish her off, Jungwon. I don’t wanna have to hear her screams once you get started, so I’ll be outside.”

“Me, too,” Jake added, “I don’t have enough energy for the crybaby tonight,” he rolled his eyes, joining Sunoo outside.

“As you wish, hyung,” Jungwon grinned, grabbing you by the hands before dragging you to the center of the room. The four remaining boys huddled around you like kids in a candy store. Jungwon and Niki held your arms and legs down while Sunghoon kept your head in place.

Heeseung walked over with two large buckets of water, placing them down before coming over to straddle your frame. “How about we play a little game. As I'm sure you’ve learned, there's only one right answer,” he slithered, snaking a hand down to pinch the soft skin of your thigh.

"Your body will give me your answer before your mouth does,” he grinned as Sunghoon reached his hand over to cover your mouth. You fought under Niki and Jungwon’s grip, muffled screams rumbling from your throat.

“I’ve heard that most girls scream when they like it,” Sunghoon chuckled. Heeseung removed Sunghoon’s hand before forcing his tongue past your lips, his tongue fighting against yours.

Sunghoon tried holding your head in place, but he lost his grip as you shook away, biting down on Heeseung’s lip, “FUCK,” he grunted, tasting his own blood fill his mouth.

"She's definitely more of a fighter than a lover," Jungwon began amused, "maybe that's why Jay had so much trouble keeping her around."

By now, you had long forgotten about the large buckets of water sitting a few feet away until Heeseung’s weight left your body, grabbing one of the buckets before dumping it over your face in a stream that lasted thirty seconds.

You hiccuped on the water, struggling to fight the agonizingly steady stream.

“Jake, Sunoo!” Heeseung growled, calling the boys back in.

“Yeah, what’s up?” They asked in unison.

“I’m gonna need a lot more water,” Heeseung ordered, watching you pant for breath beneath him. “Any last words before they get back, because I’m afraid from here, you’ll only be able to burp for the next week," he snickered.

You shook your head violently, more so as a cry for help than an answer to his sadistic question. Heeseung grabbed the second bucket of water, cooing at your misery, "I guess you're choosing to end things on a cliff hanger, for now," Niki smirked, swapping places with Sunghoon so he could restrain your head movements.

That's when the second dry-drowning circuit began, Heeseung pouring the chilly water all over your face. This stream lasted longer than the last one, or maybe it just felt that way because you hadn't had the chance to catch your breath.

The devilish boys would continue to do this for another two hours until Jay came back, occasionally playing with your body in between sessions.

You were soaking wet and your skin seemed blue, considering that you actually passed out a few times from the abuse. Goosebumps stained the surface of your skin as if you they were permanent, feeling as though your life had been completely washed out of you.

Jay didn't bother hanging around at the house before guided you to his car, thanking his friends for “handling you" while he was away.

“So,” Jay began, driving you off to God knows where, “how were they?”

You picked at the skin of your nails, failing to get a hold of your nerves. Your dress was still damp from everything that happened, and your hair was a complete mess. You looked a wreck from the outside, but that hardly compared to the agony you were suffering from on the inside.

“Great,” you replied with a pleasant expression and tone, almost sounding genuine.

"You don't have to lie to me, love. You look dreadful," he admitted, resting a hand on the bumpy skin of your thigh.

"To look on the bright side, I'm sure you learned a very valuable lesson. Hmm?"

"Yes, I did," you replied, your eyes fixed on the dark city skyline ahead of you, lost in your pain.

"Lovely. Now let's get you home and cleaned up. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Ｔｏ ｂｅ ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OOOH!that ghost kid thing with the digital circus performers was amazing!!! I cant resist but ask.but can you make a headcanons of the performers would react if spirit kid Y/n is more absent today and suddenly after a while appear with more blood than usual..static noise around them..and points at the group and is like “I know who killed me now…” and poofs again away?? they found out who but as like a scare they prank the characters by making them think maybe one of them did..

I feel evil so- XD

Hope u have a good day!!

I'm glad you liked the hcs! Spooky season may be over, but I'm definitely not done writing spooky content 👻

.........

Jax

He blinks, and then immediately turns directly to Gangle.

"Oh Gangle, I knew it was you all along. Tsk, tsk." He shakes his head, putting on the cheekiest grin as the ribbon gal cries out that she didn't do anything.

He knows you were just pranking all of them, although he does wonder who really murdered you and how you figured it out.

Given how much you've been disappearing lately, he's sure that it's only a matter of time before your spirit moves on.

Or maybe...you were cursed to forever live inside this game since you had no body to return to.

Then again, he's not sure if any of them do...

All he knows is that during the times he does see you with the group, you seem happier (although the blood and static noises are still prevalent and aren't any less unsettling to see/hear).

Maybe you've already made peace with your existence after solving this huge mystery, content with making dark jokes to cope.

Pomni

At first she's happy..

Then she's utterly terrified once it sinks in that you didn't specify who exactly murdered you.

All you did was point to the group like you were accusing one of them before disappearing for the remainder of the day.

This poor jester can't remember anything for the life of her....so she can't help wondering if she might've been your killer.

You did arrive not long after she did.

After Jax points this out, she's 100% convinced it was her.

Maybe she unknowingly killed you while wearing the headset and this was some sort of eternal punishment.

It's a thought that keeps her up all night (not that she needed sleep to survive, but she was quite exhausted in the morning).

You do end up visiting her to say it was just a little prank. It wasn't anybody in the group and you didn't mean to freak her out this badly.

That brings her a lot of relief.

Although she's not a fan of your morbid humor (not that she'll say anything about it, though).

Gangle

The second you vanish after revealing you knew your killer, everyone looks at each other in confusion

"Th-They didn't say who, though, did they...?" She mutters.

"Right, because they know it was you, Gangs." Jax remarks, causing her to freeze.

She's outright horrified he would even remotely suggest that.

Poor girl's scrambling to justify how she couldn't have possibly killed you when she's been stuck in the game longer than you.

Imagine her awkwardness as Jax openly states that he was in fact kidding around..

He also expresses his doubts she'd even be capable of murder...as he recounts her crying over accidentally stepping on a digital ladybug.

She's not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not.

Gangle only fully calms down once you go to her personally and reassure her you were just pranking the group.

Although you'll haunt Jax as payback for trying to throw her under the bus.

Zooble

They just turn to the group and sigh.

"Okay, who did it? Because they've officially given me the f***ing creeps popping in and out like that."

She's strangled Jax on a number of occasions, so they are very much capable of committing violence...

But she has her doubts since you still hang around the group.

Alongside Jax, she quickly sees through your little joke and rolls their eyes when you admit that it was indeed a prank.

She can tolerate your dark humor, knowing you can't help it given your "spooky" theme.

They suspect Caine murdered you since he seemed most alarmed by your arrival. Plus you never spoke to him much.

But no, he actually helped you track down your killer--who abstracted the second they set foot inside the game and got thrown into the cellar.

Zooble never thought she'd see the day where they were actually impressed at Caine's actions.

Kinger

Like Pomni and Gangle...he's probably gonna overthink it and grow distrustful of the others, wondering who did it.

You seemed quite confident and serious in your confession---and scary as hell, too.

He proposes they all discussed it at the dinner table and hold a vote on who to cast out (sorta like a certain video game with a name that sadly slips by him).

Ironically, he refuses to say anything and just....stares uncomfortably at Gangle the entire time.

But before any of the talks could end in fighting or her getting sacrificed to the Gloink Queen...you show up again, looking calmer and less bloody than before.

When you reveal it was just a little prank, Kinger sighs in relief.

"Good heavens, you nearly gave me a second heartattack, [y/n]! Why didn't you just say so?"

"...thought it would be funny."

"........"

"........."

"......AH!! GH-GHOST!!!"

"Aaaand there's "heartattack #2, ladies and gentleman," Jax shakes his head, kicking his feet onto the table with an amused smile.

Ragatha

She's genuinely happy to hear that you knew who your killer was...

Although before she can ask you who, you disappear without warning.

Judging from the way you acted, you were accusing one of them...yet you didn't signal out anybody in particular.

She knows that she couldn't have possibly done it.

So she spends most of the day trying to calm down Pomni and the others (but mostly Pomni) who think they might've somehow accidentally killed you.

It begins to stress her out a little, so she searches for you, and you prank her with something silly.

After making her laugh, you use that opportunity to explain that you were joking with the group earlier, reassuring her that it wasn't any of them and the killer had already abstracted.

Her face falls flat as she realizes you just wanted to see how they would all react.

"[Y/n], that's just...mean." She frowns. "Pomni was freaking out all day, you know."

"Tell her I didn't mean any harm...I guess..nobody here understands my humor."

"I mean I do, but dark humor is more Zooble's and Jax's shticks."

"....true. My bad, Rags."

".....it's okay, dear." She sighs, unable to stay mad at you forever. "I'm just glad you didn't drive yourself insane trying to find them."

[missacidburn928]

Since it wouldn't leave my mind palace...

I got this little bit of dialogue stuck in my head and it wouldn't leave me be until I fleshed it out. SO here is a little 900 word blurb no one asked for. I usually don't do these but my here ya go.

“Are you serious? You can’t possibly be serious right now. Who the fuck gave you the right to even approach him with such vitriol on your tongue? He may care about maintaining his salvaged reputation but honey I am a whole mess of I don’t give a fuck. There is nothing you can do or say to me that I haven’t already done to myself. So come on. Try me. I love stupid games. I always come up with the best prizes.”

“Doll, you don’t need to do this. I’m okay.”

“Like hell you are Jamie. I know that look in your eyes and I’m not okay with it. Everything inside of me wants to make a scene right now. But I know you don’t want that. So, this is the solution.”

“Oh, wow. You need your woman to fight your battles for you now Soldat. Look how far you’ve fallen. You’re a shell of a once great man. I must say I much preferred you brainwashed.” The brunet field agent spouts off.

That was it. That what the last nail in her, soon to be coffin. Your shoulders relaxed, as a calmness took over. You turned to smile sweetly at the group of hero’s lounging around you in the common room. “Excuse me one moment.”

You rise to your feet. Bucky reaches out with his metal arm, giving your hand a squeeze and looking into your almost vacant eyes. “Doll?”

You just squeeze his hand back before releasing it and starting to walk away. You could hear Steve swallow. A quiet had settled within the room as you made your way.

“Sure can dish it out. Too bad you can’t ta-“

That was all she was able to make out before your hand tightened around her windpipe. No one moved to help the useless agent out.

“What was that? We’re you going to imply that I couldn’t take it. Tsk tsk tsk.” You make sure to dig your nails in, allowing little rivulets of crimson to take the course of gravity and run down her throat.

Her eyes begin frantically searching the faces of the group around her. Surely someone would come to her aid. She was a part of the team wasn’t she and you were just the Winter Soldiers little girlfriend.

“Oh, they won’t help you my dear. You see, I’m not exactly mortal. And therefore, even with all their nifty enhancements. They are no match for me. Expect Wanda. Although I really don’t want to know the truth to that. I very much like the Scarlet Witch.”

You allow her to take a quick breath and she squeaks out. “Thor.”

“Thor?” You start to laugh. “You think the demigod can save you?”

She nods.

“Oh you poor unfortunate soul. That’s not going to happen. You see I can control the elements and well all that lovely Thunder can be rendered useless with a snap of my fingers.”

You turn to the blonde Adonis with a smile. “I wouldn’t do without just cause. You know that.” You send him a wink and he beams a smile your way.

“Doll, she’s starting to turn purple.” Bucky states.

“Oh! My bad.” You loosen the pressure on her windpipe but keep your hand firmly in place around her delicate and bleeding neck.

“I think it’s due time for you to retire to the agents wing for the night. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you that can’t be reversed.”

You take a step back and release her. Watching as she clutches her neck. Eyes wide with fear.

You lean forward and run your tongue along an errant trail of her life force. Making sure she watches as you trace it along your lips, before pulling it into your mouth and swallowing. With the snap of your crimson covered fingers all traces of blood disappear.

“Now run along. And remember,” You step forward so that you may whisper in her ear. “This was but a warning. It would more than please me for you to fuck around and find out what I would do if you slight my love again.” You place a kiss to her cheek and return to your super soldier.

Everyone watches on as she makes a B-line for the elevators. Everyone except for Bucky. He only has eyes for you.

He pulls you down to straddle his lap. You can feel exactly what that little display of your power did to him pushing against his zipper. His flesh hand grips your hip tightly as his metal thumb runs along your bottom lip. “Say goodnight to our friends, Doll.”

“Why? She’s gone. We can enjoy the rest of our evening in peace now.”

“Say goodnight, георгин. Unless you want our friends to see you get fucked stupid.”

You bite your lip and maintain eye contact with his steel greys. “Goodnight, Earth’s mightiest.”

He grips your thighs tight and rises from his seat. “Tony, up the sound proofing for our floor. Oh and can you funnel the audio to that cunt agents room as well.”

“Damn that’s pouring lemon and salt unto the wound.” Clint quips.

Tony messes with a screen on his watch for a moment. “Done and done terminator. Try not to break too much furniture this time please. I’m gonna have to start a tab soon with you two.”

Before the elevator doors can fully close you shout out. “What’s the fun in that!”

[findingnemosworld]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 "𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲" 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨? )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩*𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

Frustration seems to be something of the norm for her, her job was not facile by any means; to be surrounded by men yet have little to no love life, it wasn't as if she wanted a love life yet there were nights where she ached to be in the arms of someone, someone that can make her feel loved, even for one night - the notion had been weighing on her mind so much that it became to evident to those around her just how frustrated she had become, one person in particular had noticed more than others.

You see, she happened to live across none other than one of the individuals she spent half her day with, Sergio Ramos, Real Madrid's resident bad boy, the cautionary tale Spanish women would tell one another in order to stay away from him - you'd think he would be at least ashamed of such reputation yet it seemed to be quite the opposite, he seemed to thrive on being considered a 'red flag'; owning said reputation with sheer confidence that made him the one person she knew could help ease her frustration.

The only problem was, she had no clue how to tell him, until ...

That night, she had stuck around the training grounds to wrap up some last minute adjustments to the photos in preparation for the upcoming UCL fixture; for some reason, she doesn't feel the least bit satisfied about her work, resulting in her shutting the laptop in utter frustration, she took a moment, noting that it was quiet, a bit too quiet resulting in the most absurd idea to appear inside of her mind, it was ludicrous however she needed to relieve the tension somehow, carefully, she pulled her legging slightly followed by her panties, she halted her movements upon hearing a small noise; she waited for a mere minute before proceeding to tease her clit with her thumb eliciting a soft whine from her.

She repeats the exact same motion, again and again; using another digit to tease her swollen slick walls, just then she plunges it into her walls inciting a moan from her, " Fuck " she whispers, rubbing her clit with her thumb, " Oh fuck "

Her eyes fluttered shut, her movements growing rapid in pace eliciting soft moans and whines from her trembling lips, " Oh fuck yes ... " she whispers through labored breaths.

One digit soon became two, she leaned her head back attempting to relax her muscles to the best of her abilities while she attempted to get herself to her release, " Jesus " she groans, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. " Oh my god, Oh fuck " she says through gritted teeth, biting down on her lip as she reached her high, " Fuck "

Before she could even make her next move, a familiar voice causes her eyes to widen,

" What a sigh that was? "

Her eyes shoot up to meet none other than Sergio's who was standing near the doorway, his lips curled into a smirk. " Now I had my doubts but never did I think that the good girl was such a dirty slut "

His words sent shockwaves straight to her still sensitive pussy, " I ... I ... I - um- " it seemed as if all cohesive thoughts had disappeared from her mind.

He strides towards her with sheer confidence, the same confidence she saw each time she saw him, he took one look at her; his eyes darkened right then and there. " Tsk ... tsk .. now if you were so frustrated and angry, you could have told me " he cooed, walking around the office to lean against it, standing right next to her. " I mean, you were on open display for anyone to walk in and see you like this "

" Um, I didn't think anyone was still here " She said through shaky breaths.

" You know me amor, I'm always the last to leave " He tuts, sending her a broad smile. " And by god, I'm so glad I was able to witness such a sight "

Her eyes widened, her cheeks grew red in embarrassment. " Oh "

" Hop on your desk amor " He said with a commanding tone, walking towards her door to lock it shut before walking back to her, he stood between her legs, his lips curved into a wide smile. " Tell me amor, tell me what do you want " he whispers.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes darting all around to avoid looking at him; suddenly, he hooks his finger under her chin to get her to look at him, " Come on mariposa, you think I didn't notice the way you were looking at me, how you'd look away a minute too late, you want this " he murmurs, his lips touching hers. " You don't have to be shy, tell me what you need "

Her silence had gone on for what felt like an eternity, before her fingers clutched the collar of his shirt to pull him into a searing passionate kiss eliciting a low groan from him, he wrapped one arm around her waist while the other rested on the side of her neck, she swiped her tongue across his lower lip leading to him opening his mouth for her; groaning once again.

Suddenly, she pulls back, her lips swollen, her pupils dilated with pure lust, " All my life, I've followed the rules but now ... " she blew out a soft breath, " I can't deal with this image, I don't want to be the good girl, tonight I just want to be me, the real me "

" And who is the real you, hm? " He asked with a gentle tone, cradling her face in his hands.

" I guess you're going to have to pull her out of me " She giggled.

He laughs, pecking her lips. " I see .. " he whispers, placing his hands at the waistband of her leggings. " May I? "

She nods slowly, inhaling a sharp breath as he lowered the leggings down to her ankles followed by her panties, he then kneeled down; spreads her legs then looks up at her, " Are you sure amor? "

She nods, letting out a soft gasp upon feeling his tongue swipe up and down before his lips were fully attached over her slick walls, he closed his eyes, letting out a soft him, while his hands squeezed her thighs prompting another breathy moan to escape her lips, " Fuck "

" Don't grow quiet on me amor " He murmured against her pussy, darting his tongue to lick her clit. " Want to hear you scream, scream while I eat this delicious cunt "

Before she could formulate a response, she cried as he reattached his lips back on her pussy, his tongue lodged deep into her walls while his thumb caressed her clit in a circular motion, a bit more aggressive than her eliciting loud, borderline obscene cries from her lips. " Oh my god " she gasped.

His eyes shot up to relish in the sight of her contorted features, he applied further pressure to her thighs which in turn caused her to moan more, " Oh my god you're so good at this " she whispers, her digits thread through his hair, " Fuck don't stop Sergio, feels so good, fuck ... "

He situated himself comfortably to explore her walls from a different angle, suddenly; without so much of a warning, he pushed one digit inside with his tongue eliciting a moan from her, " Sergio " her eyes brimmed with tears, digits tugging at the ends of his hair, " More, please " she pleads.

He complied, adding another digits while his tongue drew imaginary shapes inside of her walls; he curled his digits to apply further pressure - edging her close to her orgasm, " Oh my god " she whines through gritted teeth, the pressure building inside of her lower abdomen until she threw her head back, releasing a loud cry. " Fuck, yes yes yes ... Oh Fuck "

He lapped up every bit of her arousal; then he pulled back, his chin glistening with remnants of her arousal, he stood up, his face mere inches from hers. " Is that what you wanted mariposa? " he whispered, pecking her lips.

She nods, a soft smile appears across her lips. " I still want more " she whispers.

He smirks, " Oh yeah? " his head tilts, lips planting soft kisses across the curvature of her neck. " What do you need baby? "

She inhaled a sharp breath, " I want ... " she whispered through labored breaths, " I want you to ... I want you to fuck me, fuck me like you fuck those girls every night "

Sergio stills at her requests, lifting his head up to look at her. " Are you sure? " he whispers.

" Please " She pleads, cradling his face in her hands. " Please " she murmurs.

" You're far too soft for me to taint you " He said, his tone showcasing a slight sense of hesitance.

" I'm not as innocent as you think " She leans in to whisper in his ear, placing a featherlight kiss behind his ear. " I've touched myself to the idea of you far more than I can count, but nothing compares to how your tongue feels or how I know your cock will feel inside of me, so you either fuck me like the man they all claim you are, or I'll be happy to take my services to someone else, maybe Asensio can help me "

A sudden rage bubbled inside of him, the notion of someone else much less a teammate touching her was a notion he certainly didn't accept, he grunted then kissed her with all the force he had buried in him, " Not a single man is going to touch you "

She giggled, " Prove it, prove to me why I should forget all men "

He kissed her once more, his hands reaching below to untie the knot of his sweatpants, lowering them along with his boxers to free his cock from the confinement, he lets out a loud hiss at the sudden sensation cool air hitting the sensitive skin. " Fuck "

Her eyes dart down, subconsciously licking her lips, he hooked his digit under chin to get her to look at him. " How much do you want this? " he whispers.

" So badly, so .. so ba- Oh my god! " She gasps the moment he pushed the entire length of his cock inside of her walls. " Fuck " she whispers.

" Oh, I had no idea " He groans, resting his forehead on hers. " Your pussy is so tight amor, so fucking tight " he whispered.

" Please " She cried. " Please move "

" Just a moment amor, just a moment " He lets out a ponderous breath before building up a rhythmic pattern, thrusting his hips against hers, one hand grips her waist while the other was wrapped around her throat. " You like it amor, you like the way I'm fucking you, I bet you do, your pussy is squeezing my cock "

" Please " She said through strangled breaths. " Oh god "

He applied gentle pressure around her throat, while he continued to thrust in and out of her pussy; suddenly he looks down, the sight of his cock disappearing inside of her caused him to groan, " Look at it baby, look at how you suck my cock in so easily, it's like you were made for me " he whispers, leaning in to capture her lips into a passionate kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, deepening the kiss to match the rhythm of his thrusts which grew rapid in pace, " Fuck Sergio, touch my clit please " she whispers.

He chuckles against her lips, " You don't need to tell me twice amor " his thumbs rubs her clit in a rapid and circular motion, " You like how it feels, you like how good I'm fucking you "

She nods eagerly, whining. " I'm going to cum "

" Oh yeah " He cooed, pressing soft kisses against her neck, " cum for me amor, cum all over my cock "

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes, she lets out a soft cry. " Fuck, oh fuck " she whispers.

He suddenly pulls back then presses a kiss to her lips, “ On your knees amor "

She situated herself, then looked up at him.

He offers her a gentle smile, threading his digits through her hair, " Come on amor, clean your mess "

She tentatively wrapped her hand around the sensitive skin before her lips wrapped around the tip – her tongue licked soft stripes across the slit before she slowly took as much of him as she can.

He throws his head back, groaning deeply at the warm sensation of her lips wrapped around his cock, " That’s it amor, take my cock all the way in your mouth, such a good girl — Oh fuck " he lets out a strangled moan, " Such a good girl, use your tongue … yes " he lets out a soft sigh. " Good girl amor, good girl … I’m almost there "

He looks down, relishing in the sight of her, down on her knees, his cock buried deep into her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat, " Fuck amor, I’m cumming … yes, yes " he groans, tightening his hold on her hair.

She lapped up every bit of him before she pulled back then stood up, immediately being tugged into his embrace, the pair share a kiss before he whispered. " Round 2, my house? "

She nods with a soft smile, " Yeah "

[the1975attheirverybest]

Love Potion

A/N: day 2 of Valentine’s week prompts. Jo and Matty say I love you.

Warnings: none.

***

“Honey, I’m hoomeeee.” Matty announced, in a sing-song voice, as he walked through the door, nudging the door shut with his bum. He rushed over to the couch where Jo was laid up. Her broken leg in a cast, atop a special cushion that he’d bought for her after calling up every pharmacist in the country to ensure that he’d selected only the very best.

“Hey, Angel” he kissed her softly, as he took his backpack off his shoulder. Her response was cold, withholding, merely tolerating his touch. He wished he were surprised. But she’d been that way all week. He’d been trying to give her space. Trying to understand that she must be in a great deal of pain and frustration. He’d imagined that having her stay with him until she could get the cast off her leg would be a good thing. But perhaps he’d neglected to consider that being stuck alone some place that isn’t her own, sleeping in a bed that isn’t hers every night, having to find rest and calm without her comfort items and away from her stuff in her own home would also be difficult and confusing for her. He didn’t know what else to do and he couldn’t shake the feeling that, in trying to help her, he’d somehow made her feel worse.

“How was your day?” He asked, quietly, sitting by her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him to kiss the side of her head.

“Like every other day.” She mumbled, sighing.

Matty already knew what the following few moments of conversation would entail but he went through them anyway, asking her what he always asks every night. “You eaten yet?”

“Tsk.” She made a vague noise that his chest absorbed.

“Taken your medicine?”

“Nope.” She stiffened under his touch.

“Oh, Jo. Why not?” He looked down at her with a frown on his face.

Jo felt a mixture of defensiveness and guilt. She hated to see him disappointed in her. And she hated that he’d built all these expectations around her every basic function. She was an adult capable of understanding consequences and making her own choices. She didn’t need him hovering over her, making an event out of her meal time and her medication. All she wanted was for him to get home and be with her. To hold her in his arms as let her listen to his heart beating in his chest, get a whiff of his scent and feel him shed away the excitement’s and stressors of the day, which her leg and his protectiveness had shielded her from for far too long.

She pulled away from his embrace, sitting up and wrapping her arms around herself.

“Just leave me alone.” She whispered, half-hearted, barely audible.

Matty rolled his eyes. “I can’t do that, now, can I ?” He got off the couch, suddenly, heading for the kitchen.

Moments later, he emerged with a plated sandwich, a glass of water, and an assortment of pills.

“Eat. Take your medicine.” He said. “Going upstairs to change out of these clothes. I’ll be back.”

***

When Matty walked back down in a pair of sweats and an old graphic t shirt Jo’s sandwich and cocktail of pills were still untouched. He could’ve easily gone down another line of questioning, hoping that, by the end of it, he would’ve logically proven to her that she should start eating right away, but he bit his tongue, opting instead to let it go.

“Wanna watch anything?” He asked, sifting through the categories on Netflix.

She shrugged, looking away from him.

Another opportunity for a fight. And another inspiring exercise in self-restraint on his part. He let it go.

He ended up settling for a documentary that Jo hadn’t focused on long enough to learn the subject of. She’d spent the whole night glued to her phone, cowering in the corner of the couch as far away from him as possible.

After the documentary came the novel. She stared into the void as he curled up with the book, underneath a blanket, his eyes growing sleepier with every page. Every once in a while, he would look up from his book to check on her, see if it was the right moment to offer to carry her upstairs to bed, but the look of rage in her eyes always advised him to remain silent.

Then came the doomscrolling. Quietly co-existing on opposite ends of the couch, each of them glued to their individual screens, Matty laughing at something every now and then (a meme no doubt) and contemplating leaning over to show her his phone, but ultimately choosing not to.

Despite his best efforts, Matty eventually fell asleep on the couch. He was only out for about an hour or so, and the first thing he did when his eyes opened again was look down at the sandwich plate, finding it still full. He recalled an incident earlier that week, during his first attempt at making her a sandwich. He had no idea the order in which the ingredients went on the sandwich mattered so much to her, and he hadn’t thought to ask beforehand. The result was what she had perceived as an unbearably soggy sandwich. But she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. She didn’t want to appear ungrateful or irrationally picky. He’d gone out of his way to prepare food for her and make sure she was looked after. All after he’d brought her to his place. To take care of her. To be a supportive boyfriend. A soggy sandwich is hardly a crime. But she couldn’t do it. She just couldn’t bring herself to take a bite. So, she’d burst into tears.

Naturally, therefore, when Matty had woken up to find her food untouched, he’d assumed that he’d made some kind of mistake once again. Had he misremembered her instructions? Was he unaware of an allergy or something?

He never even got the chance to ask her, though. all it took was for him to glance from the sandwich to her face for her to begin sobbing.

“Oh, no! Oh fuck! No please don’t cry , Jo!”

Matty rushed over to her side. “I’ll fix it- I’ll fix it. Just tell me what I did wrong this time. I’ll make you another one. Really, it’s fine!!”

She sniffled, wiping at her face with the back of her arm. “N-no. Y-you did nothing wrong. It’s perfect. I’m - just…I’m not hungry.”

Relief washed over Matty’s face. He exhaled. “Oh.” His fingers padded, gently, at the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Hey, it’s alright. Don’t cry, Darling. I’ll just….save it for later, yeah?”

“That- is not why I’m crying.” She giggled in between sobs, both amused and embarrassed.

“It’s not? Then- erm- what’s wrong? Are- you in pain? Is it your leg? Do you need me to-“

“No, no. It’s not my leg, Matty. It’s me!”

“Pardon?”

She felt her cheeks heat up as the guilt and embarrassment began to set in. She looked away, hiding from his eyes. “It’s me. I hate who I’ve become, ever since this whole….thing.” She pointed to her leg. “You- you’ve been so kind to me. You brought me over here to stay with you. You take time off work to keep me company. You- you come home…and I’m sure you’re tired and all that….im so mean to you. Angry all the time. I promise it’s not you, it’s….i don’t even know what it is. It’s like this demon takes over and I just want to scream all the time.”

“Oh my darling…” was all that he could muster, at a loss for words, worried about saying the wrong thing and giving her the impression that he didn’t understand.

“I- I guess I just…I miss work. And being able to move. And going places that aren’t…..here!” She waved her hands in the air. “No offense, Matty. Your home is beautiful. It’s really calming. And- thank you for having me, really. But I just- I don’t know. Everything —every little thing—is getting on my nerves lately. My head feels all foggy all the time from these pain pills. I’m so tired. I hate everything.”

Matty pressed his lips to hers, feeling her tears on his skin. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He whispered. “It’s alright. You’re alright.”

She clung to him, crying into his chest, as he held her and rubbed her back gently, whispering sweetly into her ear.

“I’m sorry darling. I know this all must be overwhelming..” he said once her crying had finally stilled. He kissed her damp cheek, “I really wish I could take that pain away, baby.” He looked into her eyes and she saw the pain in his. It was killing him, watching her cry like this. He was desperate to help. To do something that would make her feel less alone in her pain. But he knew, better than anyone, how isolating pain can be. Knowing that intimately is what bothered him the most. Because he knew that she felt fundamentally separated from him. And there was nothing that he could do about it. Unless….perhaps he could?

“Jo? Here’s an idea.” He pulled away from her to look into her eyes. “Listen….why don’t I- erm….get an overnight bag together and go stay at George’s. You text your friends. Invite them over. You can have a sleepover or something. Maybe watch a film or just do whatever you like. Get dinner. Could help you feel a bit more like yourself? Lighten the mood? You’ve not been anywhere or seen anyone since….”

She looked up at him with big sad and glassy eyes, speechless, looking like she was once again on the verge of tears.

“What? You don’t like the idea? Sorry. I wasn’t trying to abandon you or anything. I just- I guess I thought maybe you’d want a change.”

“You’d really do that ? For me?” Her voice small and distant, a fresh stream of tears rolled down her face.

He giggled. “Yes, Jo. I would. For you.”

“Well- I don’t even know what to say.” She choked back a sob, her hand reaching for his face, she blinked away the tears, exhaling the sadness out of her lungs. “Matty.” She said firmly in a sudden change of demeanor. “I love you.”

Matty’s heart skipped a beat. He felt his face tingle, his smile spreading across his face, so wide, it might as well shatter him. He looked into her eyes and felt time slow down. Breathless, as if on a joy ride. “I love you, too, Jo.”

She jolted in place. “No, no! No pressure! You don’t have to say it back just yet! I just wanted to-“

“I want to say it.” He laughed, placing his hand over her mouth to stop her panicked rambling. “I love you, too, Jo. Really. I do.”

“Really?” Her lips moved against the palm of his hand.

“I’ve wanted to say it for a while now. But I’ve held back cuz- well, it didn’t feel right to do it while you’re in pain, miserable, and on drugs.” He chuckled shyly. “ but perhaps those drugs are on my side.”

She leaned forward reclaiming her rightful place in his arms again. “You love me.” She mused, the smile clear in her voice.

“Mhm. And you love me.”

“I do.”

His response to her declaration of love was perhaps the biggest proof that she was right about him. Right to have fallen for him. She’d fallen in love with him because of the way that he treated her when she was being difficult and needlessly cruel. Taking her pain and frustration out on him. Because of the way that he remained gentle and understanding. Because of the way that she saw her pain reflected in his eyes. He was the kindest, sweetest man she’d ever met.

Matty dipped his head down, kissing her. “Well, then, I’ll try and make myself scarce.” He looked back at the sandwich that had started it all, laughing to himself. “As your lover, I think you should eat this sandwich.”

“Did you just call yourself my ‘lover’?”

Matty grinned “mhm….Take the love drugs. So you’ll still love me when i get back.”

She laughed, reaching for the plate, suddenly feeling an appetite.

“I’ll order some snacks and things? For you and your friends? Before I head out….”

“Sure. Whatever. Just kiss me and tell me you love me again before you go. Okay?”

Matty cocked his head, pretending to mull over the request for a moment. “Hmmm….okay. If you insist. I think we can manage that!”

[xxkitty13]

Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

NSFW

Previous Chapters- Part 1, Part 5

Next Chapter- Part 7

Previously: A sudden trip is given to the Ti’s by the Abask family. Overwhelmed, y/n decides to brush it off. In Dr. Hans' office, her and Buggy find more evidence of his involvement in the scheme. In the heat of the moment, she seeks comfort from the pirate and makes the first move. Yasi becomes suspicious of their relationship and mingles with their plans.

Part 6: Jealousy

Music rang from the large circus tent. Roars of people were heard from the distance. With the night approaching, colorful lights stretched outside.

“Oh, what’s going on in there?”

“Are they throwing a party without me?!”

Buggy hurries his pace and starts dragging y/n to the commotion. Her feet barely make steps as she tried to adjust to his speed.

“Ah, slow down!”

He ignores her pleads and simply carries her body. They make it inside the tent and are met with the whole crew enjoying the night.

“What’s going on here?” His voice booms through the ring.

The crewmates drop their laughter and stare at the angered captain. Their eyes then trail to the woman he holds. Y/n becomes uneasy at the sudden gaze towards her. Buggy feels her tense in his arms and gently sets her down. She takes note of the members of his crew. All appear to be wearing bold fashion statements. Others stuck out like a sore thumb, certainly freaks of the world.

“Captain, you’re back,”— Mohji gives him a large mug— “Sorry to start the fun without, but there’s plenty to drink.”

"Aye captain, who's the pretty lady? Is she your girlfriend?" One man shouts, followed by laughter from the rest of the crew.

Buggy grunts at the drunken man, placing y/n's bags down.

"Tsk, it's none of your concern."

"She is, isn't she?"

The few women of his crew encircle y/n, happy that the captain has finally found a partner.

"This is nice, we have another girl aboard! Come on, let us introduce you everybody!"

They drag her to another part of the ring, leaving Buggy alone at the entrance. He groans at his crew for taking his woman away. With a sigh, he takes a gulp of the strong alcohol in the mug.

"So is it true?" He looks to his left and sees Cabaji walking towards him. "Is she joining our crew?"

The captain looks inside the mug he holds. Their relationship is merely beginning and has not thought about that important question. Will she join his crew? He knows he would let her join in an instant, but will she agree to the request? He does not know.

He chugs the remaining liquid and traces his gaze to his chief of staff.

"It's not decided yet. But she'll be residing here for now."

Cabaji scoffs.

"Cabaji, I have an important task for you."

"What is it captain?"

Buggy grins. "I'd like for you take y/n under your wing."

"What?!"

"I need you to find an act for her. Prepare a routine for tomorrow's show."

"Captain, with all due respect, it is impossible for her learn a routine by tomorrow. She has no experience."

"She'll do fine. Treat her nicely, captain's orders," he chuckles away, leaving Cabaji in a frustrating mess.

On the other side of the ring, y/n is bombarded with questions. It becomes overwhelming and it was to her luck that Buggy came to her rescue.

“Ladies, I need you to give her some space.”

The women groan as Buggy pulls her out of their little circle. Y/n thought the attention was over, but he took her to the middle of the ring.

"Oh no," she thought.

"Listen my freaks," he calls out. "This is y/n and is an important guest of mine. I advise you all to treat her as such."

The Buggy pirates stare at the woman intently. Y/n disliked being the center of attention, her palms sweat from anxiety. Her eyes scan the crowd, their expressions were hard to read. Is it a look of disgust or curiosity? It felt like school again, even in a freakshow, she's an outcast.

Buggy ushers a subordinate to give him another drink. He grabs the mug and takes a gulp of the burning alcohol. "Now let's continue on with the party!"

The pirates roar and cheer at the night of fun. Y/n huffs out, thanking that the small speech is over. A pirate approached her and handed her a drink. Before she could deny the gesture, he forcefully placed it in her hands and stumbled away.

She stared at the overspilling mug, it reeked of cheap beer. Drinking didn't scare her, but she has never been a big fan of the taste. Beer is at the bottom of her list.

"What's wrong?" Buggy states, chugging down his drink.

"I don't like beer."

He chuckles. "Liking beer is an essential part of being a pirate," he says grabbing the mug out of her hand.

"But I'm not a pirate."

"Yet," he thinks to himself.

He nudges someone nearby to grab her bags from the entrance. With the bags at hand, he gives the mug out to the first person he sees.

"Come on, they won't notice that we're gone."

They arrive to his room once again. The voices are still heard from the ring.

"You should get some rest. Cabaji will begin your routine early in the morning."

"Huh? Cabaji will? Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Both Mohji and Cabaji are in charge of the acts, but Mohji is busy with other tasks. Besides, I need you two to get along."

"It's going to be hard to patch things up between," she sighs laying facedown on the bed.

Buggy removes his hat and places it down on the large dresser. He goes to lay next her and places his hand on her lower back.

"Do you think I can do it?"

"Do what?"

"Perform in your show. Everyone is able to do incredible stunts and captivate the audience, but I'm not cut out for that."

He begins to rub her back. "Don't be scared, Cabaji won't give you anything difficult to do. I know you'll do great."

Y/n sits up and Buggy does the same. He picks her body up, making her yelp, and sits her on his lap. "What are you doing?" she asks, holding onto his shoulders. He pecks her lips.

That's when she felt something poking her lower region. Buggy uses his hands to press her bottom on his crotch. She knows exactly what it is.

"B-Buggy. . . w-what are you doing?" She tenses up at the feeling of the hard bulge.

"Picking up where we left off," he grunts out.

"I-I don't think I can. . ."

He stops and looks at her eyes. "What is it?"

She looks away. "I just. . . never shown my body to a man before. . ."

His hand takes a hold of her chin, using his thumb to rub against her soft skin. "Don't worry, you don't have to show your body to me." He leans to her ear. "I know you're curious to see what's underneath."

Her eyes widen at his words. Buggy grabs her hand and make her grope his stinging erection under his pants. In shock at the action, she freezes.

"Go ahead, unzip them for me."

Y/n looks up at Buggy, who only gives her a smug look. Using her shaking hands, she goes to trim of his pants and tugs on the metal zipper. She unzips the pants and reveals his boxers. Uneasy, she takes her hand off his crotch.

He softly laughs and makes both of them stand up from the bed.

"On your knees."

"Huh?" She gives him a puzzled look, but with those green eyes, she obliges.

"Go on."

Again, she nervously placed her fingers over the waistline of this pants and found herself holding his boxers. In a quick pull, the throbbing erection popped out in a springing motion.

She gasps at the sight; it is her first time seeing the real thing. It is definitely strange, the hard member is covered in veins and blue hair covers the base, trailing up his belly button.

"What's wrong? Don't be shy," he says, stroking himself.

Amazed by it, she gives him a flushed look. With one hand, she wraps her fingers around the base. Buggy flinches at the foreign touch. Her hand wraps his member nicely. He gulps, watching her other hand grab ahold of it.

It is rock solid, something she did not expect. It is also warm; the skin is rather soft and somewhat rubbery. She looks up at the pirate, wondering what the next command is.

He goes to hold his own dick, making y/n let go of it. The next thing he does surprises her, he slaps his dick over her face.

"Open up," he says sliding his tip over her smooth lips. Stunned, she slowly opens her mouth as Buggy pushes it in.

He nudges her to open wide, letting himself feel her wet cavern. It is a lovely sensation for the pirate. It took all he had in him to not push the young woman down on his cock. He only grunts at the warmth.

The taste is strange to y/n, it is salt-like. Buggy's gaze at her changed, waiting for her to do her job. She exhales, knowing what he wants her to do. Both of her hands wrap around the erection, her mouth sinks down the shaft. She has no idea how to please a man, but she'll do her best.

It's like the books, she thought, sucking on the member. Although it is never the same in person. The girth of the member makes hard to take in completely. She uses her hands to stroke the bottom portion, Buggy barely holds back his moans. The grunts coming out of the pirate's mouth excites y/n, only making her eager to please him.

The sucking becomes faster, wet noises fill the room, she hums at the motion. Buggy enjoys every second of it, his breathing is deepening at each time her mouth sucks in his cock. He grits, lust pumping throughout his body.

Buggy hitches, he wants to fuck her mouth already. In haste of the moment, his gloved hand grabs the back of head, tugging on her hair. With force, y/n's mouth plummets down the base of the member. She gags, almost throwing up at the gag reflex. Buggy, who's too lost to notice, continues to fuck her mouth. He thrusts with great speed, only wanting to cum.

It did not take long for the pirate to release his hot cum inside the woman's mouth. Sweat drips down his face, enjoying the orgasm that spreads throughout his body. He did not expect to arrive so quickly, it has been ages.

Y/n swallows his load, tasting the rather bitter flavor on her tongue. Buggy releases his grip on her hair. She removes her mouth for his soften dick and coughs out, feeling a stinging pain on the back of her throat.

"Sorry, I got lost. . ." he pants out.

Y/n wiped the tears off her eyes and holds her abused throat. Buggy goes to caress her cheek. "Good girl." She blushes at the name.

He zips up his pants and helps the woman off the floor.

"Go ahead and rest, I'm going to check on my crew. I'll be back shortly."

She nods as he gives her a kiss on the cheek. He chuckles, leaving her in the room. Y/n sighs and heads to the bathroom. She checks her throat, it seems fine.

"Men. . . are something else." she laughs to herself.

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In the following morning, a knock is heard. Buggy groans at the sound that disturbed his slumber.

"Who's knocking?"

"It's Cabaji, captain. Remember your order?"

Lazily, he turns to wake up y/n.

"I hate to interrupt your sleep, but your training is about to begin."

She yawns and rolls out of the warm bed. Buggy drifts back to sleep as y/n heads to the bathroom. She quickly gets herself ready for the day, keeping Cabaji waiting terrifies her. After dressing, she goes to open the door. There the man waits for her, leaning against the wall.

He looks down at her, a mean scowl emits from his face.

"Um, good morning," she squeaks out.

“Hmph.” He whips his hair and walks away. Y/n follows behind, twirling her fingers to release her anxiety.

“You know you’ve been causing me a lot of trouble. Captain just had to make me get up this early to teach his little pet some tricks.”

“It’s not like I wanted to either,” she mumbles.

They enter the ring and props fill the space.

“Let’s see, what are you good at? I’m sure you can do a flip or something.”

She shakes her head. This makes Cabaji groan.

“Look, this is the best circus in all of the East Blue. We cannot let an average person like you ruin our show.”

“Can’t I just be someone’s assistant? Do you have a magician?”

“That spot is already taken, besides, his act requires the assistant to have skill.”

Y/n goes to sit down on a bench and uses her arm to lay her head. This would be easy if she was still alive.

“My mother used to be an acrobat, but I never got the chance to learn from her.”

Cabaji is intrigued by this fact. “An acrobat huh? I’m sure you got it in you. Well, you’ll never get to my level,” he chuckles.

“Look Cabaji. I’m sorry that I hit. . . you know. . .”

He grunts, remembering the stinging pain.

“You were going to kill me. I just defended myself.”

The acrobat knows this, but he continues to hold his grudge. “That shit hurt for days. You didn’t have to hit me that hard.”

Y/n laughs at his outburst. “I said I was sorry.”

He scowls. “Whatever, I guess I’ll have to leave that in past since captain has taking a liking towards you.”

He walks around the ring, trying to think of an act that would fit with the show. He knows y/n is not able to do any stunts, but an idea comes to mind.

“I think there’s something that you can do.”

He looks at her up and down.

“Perhaps it will top all the performances tonight,” he boasts.

She looks at him confused. The way Cabaji eyed her made her blush. He approach her and offers his hand.

“Let’s do an act together. I’ll do everything, all you have to do is follow my lead,” he grins. “However, you will have to take a risk.”

She hesitates to grab his hand, but complying will repair the strain between the two. The acrobat smiles at her for the first time.

“Good. We don’t have a lot of time, so let’s begin.”

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The evening arrives sooner than expected. The crew is rushing to prepare for the show. People fill the circus tent, eager to see what new acts the pirates will display.

Buggy peaks through the curtains and scans around the ring. In the middle of the arena, sat Yasi. He grunts at his appearance and backs away from the curtains.

“Alright freaks, the show will start at 8:00 pm sharp. Get your asses ready!”

He looks around the mayhem behind stage. Y/n is not here.

“Cabaji!” He calls out.

“Yes captain!”

“Where’s y/n?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s in your room. She mentioned that she has stage fright. She’ll come out when our act is up.”

“Our?” He questions.

“You’ll see.” He laughs.

He grabs Cabaji by his vest. “You best not make a fool out of her.”

“No, no captain. It’s nothing like that.” He sweats. Buggy lets go of him.

“Like you said, I’ll see.”

Time ticks and the clock strikes to 8:00pm.

“It’s showtime!”

Buggy stands behind the curtain, waiting for his cue. The show starts with the grand entry of the pirate clown. People are amused to see him again. His charisma captures the joy of the audience. As usual, he starts talking to his guest and commence with his jokes. With the audience in glee, the acts begin.

Y/n paces across the room, biting her nails. There’s plenty of people the fill the bleachers of the tent. Never ending sweat fills her palms. Her heart races will each tick of the clock. The next act will start shortly and it’s hers.

A knock bangs on the door, she jumps at the sudden sound. The door opens reveling Cabaji.

“Y/n are you ready? We’re up next.”

“I-I don’t think I can do this.”

The acrobat walks up to her and holds her shoulders to stop her quivering.

“You’ll be fine, just wear the mask. Nobody will notice you besides Yasi.”

She exhales out and looks at the mask. It is a white full coverage mask; jewels line the plastic, and the paint adds a feminine touch.

“I know, I know. . . It’s just, do you think this outfit is a bit revealing?”

Cabaji looks at the glittery mesh body suit. The color red suits her.

“I’m wearing something similar. I don’t think it’s that lewd.”

“But you’re always showing your abs. This is the most I revealed,” she says hiding her body.

Cabaji removes her arms and takes a look of her figure. “You got nothing to worry about. You have a nice body.”

Her face turns red at the compliment. Cabaji realized what he said. “Ah, I mean. . . forget I said that.”

The two stay silent.

“Next act in two minutes!”

“It’s time, let’s go," he says. Y/n nods and follows after him, putting on the mask.

Buggy stands in the middle of the ring, excited to call out the next performance. Just like the crowd, he is ready to see what spectacle Cabaji has to offer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause to our next act!"

The lights dim as Buggy walks to the outer edges of the ring. Y/n gulps, holding onto Cabaji's hand tightly. A bright light centers to the curtain and it finally opens.

They run to the middle of the ring and Cabaji helps y/n to the small stand. Now alone, the light changes to red. Y/n poses, ready to start her solo. Music plays as she shows off her body. With every note, she captivates the audience. Each movement flows with the beat of the song, using her curves to add a proactive touch.

Cabaji jumps to the stand with y/n, the duo encircles each other, adding a fight for dominance. He takes lead of the dance, allowing her body to flow with his.

In shock by this, Buggy watches with a gape mouth. This is not what he had in mind. Meanwhile, Yasi knew who hid behind the mask. He watched in awe, falling more in love with the woman. Despite the intimate dance with the acrobat, he enjoyed watching her move with the tight attire.

The dance ends with y/n's back arched over Cabaji's arm. The audience claps. The music transitions and a line of rope emerges from the ceiling.

"Remember what we practice. Stay on my toes and grab onto me tightly."

Cabaji and y/n go to their respective posts, climbing the poles to reach the level of the rope. The rope stops and production teams add a net below. Usually this would not be a part of the show, but Buggy would kill him if she got hurt.

Standing on the thin rope is difficult; however, it adds a daring element. Y/n does her best to keep her balance as she walks to the middle to meet Cabaji. Each step sinks down, vibrating the thin line.

“Don’t look down, eyes on me.”

Y/n takes a hard gulp, obeying his words. Her covered feet stood still despite being a shaking mess. She stays close to him, her torso is practically on his hard abs. It was his idea to do a tightrope routine, he knew it was a hasty move, but y/n is a natural.

He begins the tango inspired dance. She closes her eyes, remembering the intense practice they had together. Locking in, she blocked the audience and the drop below, it's just her and Cabaji. He grabs her hand and spins her, an advanced move she mastered in a short amount of time.

Soon, the routine was all on Cabaji. He throws y/n into the air, as he flips himself on the rope, catching her last minute. With the woman in grasp, he continues to stunt, using her like a prop. People held onto their seats, watching the masked woman twirl in the air.

It was time for the last part of the routine. Y/n held her breath as Cabaji threw her up for the last time. She drops below the line, making the crowd believe she'll fall on the flimsy net, but a pair of hands grab her arms. The acrobat uses his lower legs to stay on the rope and he bends upside down. He pulls y/n up and back on the rope as they hold hands, raising their free hand in the air.

Silence fills the tent as loud cheer sounds off from the audience. The tightrope slowly comes down and Buggy could barely process what he’s seen.

Missing his cue, he breaks out of his trance and runs to the ring.

“Give it up for our amazing acrobats!”

Claps fill the ring and y/n could only smile behind the mask. Cabaji tugs her to jump off with him. They bid a final goodbye and head backstage.

The captain watched with a glare, seeing his subordinate run off with his woman. He kept his composure as he had to stay with the crowd for the next act.

“Oh, I did it!” she yells out, removing her mask.

“I told you there was nothing to worry about.” He says picking her up. The acrobat twirls y/n around in his arms.

“I’m surprised you were able to balance up that high so quickly. You’ll be a great acrobat like your mother.”

She hides her face with her hands. “You think so?”

Still in his arms, he looks at in her eyes. “I know talent when I see it.” He puts her down. “I was wrong about you. I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

Y/n gives him a big smile.

The crewmates who lingered watch the two share a small moment together. They whisper to each other, wondering what relationship the newcomer has with their executives.

The clock continued to tick, and the circus is finally at its end. The performers come out to wave their final farewell. The guest leave and a celebration commenced between the Buggy Pirates.

Y/n laid on top of Richie while Cabaji and Mohji drank next to the large lion. They offer her a drink to which she accepts. She takes a sip of rim filled cup and gags at the taste. The pirates laugh at her and peer pressure her to chug it. Just for the night, she does and gulps down the burning drink. The three laugh as she gags once again.

Buggy leans against a post, barely taking a sip of his own drink. He glanced at them from a distance. He has never seen y/n laugh like that. His blood boils and a wave of unprecedented anger rushes through his veins. It was far worse than jealousy- envy.

"I'm going to change now; I'll catch up with you guys later." She waves her hand as she heads to Buggy's room.

They return the gesture and continue the night of fun.

Buggy takes the courage to walk up to them and takes a hold of Cabaji.

“What was that about?”

The acrobat, beyond buzzed, turns to face his captain. “Wh-what was what?”

He grunts. “Don’t play dumb, are you hitting on y/n?”

“Hit?”— hiccup— “No captain. Why would I hit y/n? I didn’t hurt her.”

Buggy groans. He’ll have to wait till he sobers up to confront him. Mohji only eyed the two, slowly stepping away. He hasn’t had much to drink compared to his mate and knows not to mess with these type of dilemmas.

“Whatever.” The captain storms off and follows behind y/n.

The door swings open, startling y/n who only began to unzip the body suit. Buggy slams the door and approached her.

“Buggy? Did something happen?”

“Are you messing with my men now?”

“What? What do you mean?”

He throws his hat to the ground and grips her by the shoulders. Eyes that once beamed of love, turned dark. “Why the hell were you so close with Cabaji, huh?”

“Buggy he made the routine. I didn’t think it meant anything.”

“Tsk.” He lets her go and turns away. “I get it.”

Y/n furrows her brows at the statement.

“He’s normal. . .”

She sighs and goes to touch his arm. “Buggy, I don’t care for him. I like you.”

The pirate stops breathing for a moment and slowly turns his gaze to the woman. “Why do you like me? I’m a freak of nature.” He begins to shake.

Immediately, she kisses him. Buggy does not comply and stops the kiss. "Don't do this out of pity."

"I'm not. I mean it." She cups his face and leans in for another kiss. "Why won't you believe me?" He grabs her hands and leans in for comfort.

"How can a beauty love a hideous face?"

Her eyes soften at those words. "Buggy, you're handsome." She goes to boop his most insecure part. "Your nose makes you hot," she says teasing at him.

Buggy melts, no one has ever praised his nose. His cheeks warm up, the white face paint is not able to hide the blush underneath. "S-shut up. Ugh, what are you doing to me?" He facepalms. Looking through his fingers, he takes a good look at y/n. Oh, how he wished to remove that tight body suit. Everything about her is perfect.

"Shit woman, you don't know what you've done."

The pirate throws her to the bed, making her yelp as she hits cold sheets. Before she could say a word, Buggy pounces on her and attacks her lips. Y/n wraps herself around him and returns the kiss. It deepens, messily moving their lips over each other. He slips his tongue in her mouth, twirling against her own. He sucks on her tender tongue; a small moan is released from the woman. With a pop, he lets go and y/n goes to nibble on his bottom lip. Enticing him for more.

Buggy huffs out, his mind only focused on the woman pinned down on his bed. He yearns for intimacy. Longing for the loving touch of a woman and now, y/n is under him. She will be his. His thoughts trace to the performance, to see y/n be close to another man drove him mad. He channels that anger into lust and rips the thin mesh suit open.

"I'll make you mine."

"B-Buggy!" She covers her exposed chest, but he forcefully pins her arms over her head with one hand. Using his teeth, he removes the glove of his free hand and gropes her soft titty. Two fingers play with her nipple. "B-bu-buggy. . ." She gives him a flush look, surprised that he dares to touch her in this way.

He chuckles, his fingers trail down her chest, tearing the suit all the way down to her stomach. He comes dangerously close over her womanhood. The touch makes her jolt, her body becomes light from the foreign sensation.

The pirate completely cuts the suit all the way down the middle, revealing her most private regions.

"Bu-Buggy!" Her legs shut tight.

"What's wrong, darling? Let me return the favor from last night." His bare hand sits over her stomach, slowly moving down.

She gulps, this scared her, but she wants to feel the pleasures of sex. This man is willing to take her to next level. "I. . . this is embarrassing," she mumbles. Buggy hand roams over the fluff covering the sensitive flesh.

"Don't worry love, I could care less," he says kissing below her belly button, leaving a trail of kisses down her inner thigh. She hitches, her breathing accelerates. As soon as Buggy goes to pry her legs open, she freezes.

“Come on baby, open up.”

She shakes her head, too shy to reveal what’s underneath. The pirate smiles at her. “It will be ok, say no if you don’t like it.” He winks at her.

At such a vulnerable state, all she can do is give in to his tactics. She spreads open and grabs a pillow to hide her face. Buggy removes his other glove and goes down on her. His hot breath is felt over the cold skin, he licks his lips from hunger.

"I haven't touched you yet,"— he murmurs— “look at how wet you are for me." His fingers spread the delicate folds; his tongue goes over the throbbing bud.

Oh, it was a wonderful bliss to y/n. The warm tongue flicks against her clit, stimulating the nerve bundles to the maximum. His raspy chin rubs against her skin, adding another stimulating factor. She bites the pillow, trying to hide the moans. This wouldn't do for Buggy; he wants her to beg for him.

Without a warning, he sticks his index finger inside her needy hole. It is uncomfortable at first, but Buggy kept her busy with his tongue, the never-ending lapping between her folds brought her ecstasy. This is amplified with the finger inside of her.

"B-Buggy-"

There it is. However, he wants to take it up a notch.

Another finger is added inside. Y/n feels herself stretch at the insertion of the digit. It burns slightly, but that is deduced by the in and out motion of his fingers.

"Mmm. . ."

He fingers her gently, stretching her out little by little. Y/n looks over the pillow she holds and is meet with those gorgeous green orbs. The pirate gives her a flirty wink and begins to devour his feast.

The outburst of her moans turned him on. Encouraging him to play with her sex. He fingers her fiercely, prepping her for the upcoming event. His thumb presses against her sensitive bean, sucking on the lips of her pussy.

"B-Buggy. . . more-" Her hands slither to his bandana, trying to get a hold of his head. She removes the scarf and grips his hair. The tug on his scalp became tight. "Oh-"

She is absolutely enjoying herself. In her trance, she pulls on his blue hair, riding his face. Buggy is taken aback and hums on her pussy. She arches her back at the erotic scene, the juices run down the pirate’s jaw. It was then she found the sensational pleasure of his nose rubbing against her hot clit. The texture drove her crazy, she bucks her hips, ridding against the large nose.

Buggy held onto her hips; the woman is going to drown him. He did not mind, who would have thought she would be so needy.

In lathering in the sweet juices, he adds another finger to spice up the act. Y/n moans out loud, pulling his hair harder. A building up throb emerges from her pussy, the climax is close. And Buggy is eager to take her there.

Y/n's legs shake, nearing the release of her orgasm. Buggy overstimulates her insides and feels the flesh around him clench, finally.

"Fuck- Buggy!" she moans, eyes rolling back. The grip on the pirate's hair is released. She bucks one last time, riding out the orgasm onto his used wet nose.

It is hard for y/n to catch her breath; this is something she's never felt before, and it was amazing.

Buggy clears his throat, wiping his drench face with his sleeve. His red makeup is mostly gone, but he does not care.

"We're not done yet love."

"Hmm?" she weakly huffs out.

The pirate starts to remove all of his clothing, his naked body is now presented. Everything is foggy to y/n, but once her vision clears, she finally sees the monster of a man in front of her.

It is Buggy and his hard rock erection. Again, she'll have to deal with that beast.

"What's wrong babe, I'll show what a real man has to offer."

He slaps his hard cock on her worn out pussy, rubbing his shaft in between the wet folds.

"Are you ready love?" he sultry whispers, gaining her full attention.

She exhales, her virginity is at stake, but this is the man she wants to lose it too. So, she nods, allowing him to take full control.

Buggy knows it is not wise to go in raw, but it is a risk he's willing to take. He feels sorry that there's no lube to ease the entrance and he is not willing to wait any longer.

The tip of his cock glides to her hole. He begins the insertion, feeling himself be swallowed. It is a different type of constriction compared to his fingers. The tightness is overwhelming. He grunts, slowly going in.

Y/n feels the rim of her hole burn from the stretching. The girth is getting larger as the base nears the entryway. Her eyes begin to water, her body shakes at the pain.

Buggy leans over, his face directly above hers.

“It’s okay- the pain will be gone soon.” He goes to kiss her, distracting her from the pain.

She wraps herself around him, embracing the stinging pain that spreads inside of her.

“Relax,” he calls out, feeling her tense up. She complies, focusing on his soft lips.

It did not take long for the base of his dick to reach her skin.

“Fuck-” he grits. Buggy has only entered her and it’s already making him weak. “Are. . . you okay?”

“Mhm,” she whispers. She looks down to see the view, it surprised her that she’s able to take in something of that size.

Feeling ready, the pirate pulls out, only going halfway. He inserts himself back in, the hot cavern takes him in so nicely. Tears form as y/n claws his back. Buggy kiss the salty tears, penetrating her slowly. He attacks her neck, sucking and nipping. He picks up the pace, trying to hit deeper.

"Shit, you're so tight." He could honestly cum inside of her at the moment, but that would be disappointing.

His hands roam to her chest, squeezing her breast and runs his tongue over her nipple. She moans softly at the touch, wanting more. The pirate nibbles her needy bud and begins to suck on it. The thrusts accelerate as she loosens up at the arousal.

Buggy fucks her faster and harder, her walls enclosing on his member.

"You're mine, you're mine, you're mine," he mumbles.

His long hair falls over her face, he wraps his arm around her shoulders, pushing her body down on his dick. The bed creaks with every heavy thrust. She squirms under him, barely taking the force of the penetration.

Buggy moves his hair out the way, watching her tits bounce at the movement. She's a moaning mess. He smirks, loving the way she's taking his length.

"Say my name. Who owns you?" he asks with a raspy voice.

Y/n could only focus on his big cock pumping inside of her, hitting her core just right. She cannot answer him. Buggy no longer has any patience; he grabs her hair and pulls on it.

"B-Buggy."

"Louder!"

"Buggy!"

The praise was all he needed to fuck her mercifully. His balls slap against her skin as he penetrates her with all his might. Y/n pleads to him to slow down, but Buggy ignores her, letting himself get lost in her tight walls. "Shit, babe," he moans out. It is all too much for him.

His core tightens as he gives his final pumps. He feels it coming and tries to hold back, still fucking her oblivion. With one last thrust, he removes his swollen cock and releases his load all over her abdomen. The hot seed spreads on her sweaty skin. Buggy pants, dropping his heavy body on her.

Y/n tries to catch her breath, her legs shaking from the forceful beating. Buggy lazily kisses her shoulder and rolls next to her. They both laid next to each other, completely drained. Y/n turns to look at Buggy and holds his hand. In that moment, everything felt right. However, one question still lingered on her mind.

"What are we?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

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A/N: I hope you guys could imagine the tightrope scene. I tried my best ;-;

Also, LA Cabaji and Mohji are not talked about enough, they're so fine. Idk that's just me. Now you may be wondering, is y/n a hoe? Eh, but can you blame her? ¬‿¬

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new update - 'thank you for the venom', chapter 5: 'this may never start, i’ll tear us apart, can i be your enemy?'

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter 5 Summary

Peace talks between Adam and Lute don't go quite as planned.

Author's note:

Thanks so much everyone for reading and engaging! I've had some really sweet inboxes this week and so appreciate that you're enjoying TYftV. I've started writing some scenes that happen much later in this fic and I am having so much fun exploring how this relationship evolves!

As always, thanks to my lovely beta @branded-rose for your unwavering support and for indulging all my silly ideas <3

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Adam and Lute’s Office, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

9:05am.

He’s late.

Lute scowled and crossed her arms. How very Adam of him. Break into her apartment the night before, walk in on her while she was in the bath, pin her to the ground while she was virtually naked, only to tell her he needed to schedule a meeting for first thing in the morning.

The whole exchange could have been conveyed in a simple text message, and all of this…mess could have been avoided. No water spread through her entire apartment that she spent far too much time cleaning up to prevent the dreaded ‘wet carpet’ smell. No humiliation at being physically overpowered by her boss while she was this close to giving him his own private peep show. No sculling the remainder of her wine straight from the bottle to distract herself from thinking about what had just happened. Not that it worked, anyway.

She’d woken up tired, pissed and with a thumping headache that painkillers didn’t seem to quite remedy. Thankfully, she’d had the smarts to take strap a small knife to her ankle should Adam push his luck during this meeting. Just in case. Sighing, she reached for her stack of paperwork and started sorting through the pile, organising her daily tasks from urgent to optional.

“Gooooooood morning, Dangertits!” Adam boomed obnoxiously as the office door burst open with a resounding ‘thud’. Lute bristled innately at the sound of his voice. Not only was he late, but it seemed the crude nickname he’d made up for her the night before had unfortunately stuck. Wonderful.

“You’re late. Call me that again and I’ll chop your dick off, slice it up and hand-feed it back to you from a charcuterie board.” She growled without looking up from her paperwork. Adam let out an irritating tsk before setting something down on her desk loudly.

“Ouch, babe. Is that any way to talk to the guy who just bought you a coffee?” He sank into his own chair, sipping his own drink loudly from a straw before setting it down on a pile of overdue paperwork.

Keeping her head down, Lute’s eyes darted to the paper cup he’d plonked in front of her. She wasn’t buying it. Adam had never bought her a coffee before, and she refused to believe he’d start doing so now out of his own goodwill. “It’s poisoned.”

“It’s not. It’s a peace offering.”

“A pea- a peace offering?” she exclaimed incredulously, sitting up as she looked up at him. The fucker had the smuggest grin on his face as he sat opposite her, hands laced behind the back of his neck, tipping backwards on his chair. Her hand twitched towards the ankle with the knife strapped to it. She could already feel the urge to stab him repeatedly with it. “You broke into my apartment-”

“Objection, you left the front door open for all of Heaven to come on in and enjoy the show.”

“Fuck off, you broke into my apartment – I didn’t invite you in, therefore, you broke in - didn’t think to try knocking on the bathroom door before you opened it – ”

“You left a trail of clothes, like breadcrumbs around your apartment to what I assumed was your bedroom –”

“Oh yeah,” Lute scoffed rolling her eyes. “Like that’s any better. What if I was otherwise occupied?”

Adam let out a mighty laugh, his shoulders shaking as he slapped his desk in mirth. Blood boiling and eyebrow twitching, Lute started inching her fingers down her calf. “Sweetie. I’d bet on my afterlife that there was zero chance that you had a man in your bed last night.”

“Bold of you to assume it could have been a man,” she challenged him, finding the handle of the knife and closing around it. She could feel the situation escalating, and for once she wanted to have the upper hand against her boss. Sure, the paperwork she’d have to fill out if she did stab him would be a bitch, but it would be so worth it.

Adam choked on the sip he’d been taking from his drink. Oh, goodie. Maybe she wouldn’t need the knife after all, and natural selection would take its course. Even better, she’d likely be spared the arduous administrative work because she had nothing to do with it.

“A-ah shit, wasn’t expecting that. You know, you and Vaggie always did give me scissor sister vibes – no judgement from me, personally I think that’s hot as fuck.”

“You’re fucked in the head, you know that right?” Her grip on the handle grew tighter.

“You mentioned it, I just ran with it! Anyways,” he casually waved his free hand in the air, rocking back in his chair. “Drink the damn coffee, Lieutenant.”

“I told you, I’m not. It’s poisoned.”

“Nah, look.” He stood and walked over to her desk, grabbing the cup and taking a quick sip. “See? I’m fine.”

Lute quickly let go of her knife upon his approach and sat up straight. Not taking her eyes off Adam, she pointedly removed the lid of the coffee cup and dropped it in the rubbish bin under her desk. She had no interest in sharing saliva with him. Ever. Even if it was just because they drank from the same cup. Besides, knowing his reputation, who knew what she might catch if she did? He perched himself on the edge of her desk, watching expectantly.

“Can-can you get out of my space, please?” she glared up at him. He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Please? Didn’t think that word was in your vocab, babe.”

“Fine, let me rephrase what I just said a bit more simply so your tiny brain can understand what I’m about to say. Move before you wear this – what even is this?” she sniffed the frothy drink and her stomach churned at the sweetness. “It smells gross.”

“It’s a pumpkin spice latte.”

Lute winced. “Sounds even worse.” She hesitantly took a sip from the cup and an intense hit of sugary cinnamon, cloves and ginger filled her mouth, making her gag with repulsion. She roughly pushed Adam’s leg out of the way so she could split the mouthful into her bin. “Oh my God, that is disgusting.” She shoved the drink in Adam’s direction, wiping her mouth with her free hand. “You have it.”

“Geez, you’re handsy.” Adam took the cup from her and slurped loudly. “I’ll get you something different tomorrow.”

Lute frowned. “I don’t want anything from you tomorrow. Or ever.”

“I told you, babe. It’s a peace offering.”

“I don’t want a peace offering from you. I want to do my job, which you happen to make extremely difficult.” She crossed her arms and glared up at Adam, who was still perched on her desk, a drink in each hand. “For example, right now you’re sitting on the paperwork I need to complete so Sera doesn’t lose it at me. Yesterday you tackled me to the ground for no good reason during training, and don’t even get me started on the rest of the bullshit that happened last night.”

Adam huffed, setting the drinks down on Lute’s desk. “Look, all I wanted to do last night was what I’m doing now – call a truce.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Are you telling me that you would have been willing to hold peace talks while I had you pinned to the floor in nothing but a towel?”

Lute considered this. On one hand – the answer was obviously a resounding no. He’d held the advantage over her, and that shifted the balance of power between them significantly more towards Adam in that moment. On the other hand, however, there could have been the opportunity for her to get dressed, sit down on the couch and talk through their issues like adults. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.

“I could have gotten dressed,” she muttered. “We could have talked things out.”

“Be honest, would you have taken the opportunity to stab me?”

“No.” She lied. Adam raised an eyebrow at her.

“I call bullshit. I can see the knife strapped to your ankle right now.”

Lute bristled. “Yeah, well, can you blame me? After last night I had no idea what I was walking into this morning!”

“You’ve walked into your boss trying to be nice and bringing you a hot beverage.” Adam took another sip from the pumpkin spice latte and frowned at the cup. “Actually, you’re not wrong, this tastes like shit.” He set it down on top of Lute’s paperwork, and she promptly moved it off to the side. He may submit his work to Sera covered in coffee rings, stains and who knows what else, but it didn’t mean that she was going to.

“Is this your idea of an apology, then? You buying me a drink?”

Adam snorted. “Fuck no. I’m not apologising for a thing. Seeing you last night reduced to an incoherent, mostly nude mess was one of the best things I’ve ever witnessed – and in my lifetime, I’ve seen a lot. The drink was just an attempt to make peace talks less hostile, but an apology? No way, babe.” He slid off Lute’s desk and made his way back to his own. “Are you willing to talk, or not?”

Lute exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to reach for her knife again. The way she saw it, she had two options: refuse to talk things through, and her working relationship with Adam would likely remain unchanged - or worse, deteriorate further.

Or, she could hear him out and potentially set some boundaries of her own, which would make her job considerably easier. A better working relationship with Adam could also mean a greater chance of her proposal succeeding, too.

“Alright,” Lute folded her arms and stared at Adam, who was now scrolling through his phone, tongue between his teeth in apparent concentration. Not that she’d ever know what was really hiding beneath that mask of his. “Name your terms.”

“’Kay,” Adam set his phone on the table and laced his fingers behind his head. “Number one – we split training responsibilities equally. Ah – ” he held up a finger as Lute opened her mouth to protest, “Don’t forget, I’ve been running this shit for centuries. Believe it or not, I know what I’m doing.”

“The program has been approved by Sera.” Lute argued, frowning at him. “We can’t go and change it now.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stick to your little plan. I just want to be the one to run the show half the time – after all, this was initially my gig before you got yourself involved.”

“Fine but we run through the plan for fifteen minutes before each session, so we know we’re on the same page.” Lute countered. “Otherwise, there’s every chance you’ll go rogue. Plus, we need to make sure we maintain consistency in the training material so we don’t confuse the rest of the Exorcists.”

“Ten minutes, and you’ve got a deal, babe.”

“Done. Here’s something I’d like changed: no more nicknames. My name is Lute, and that’s how I’d like to be referred to moving forward.”

Adam shook his head solemnly. “No can do. Bad news for you, but I give everybody a nickname, whether they like it or not. Even Sera has one, and she hates it, but doesn’t stop me from using it. You’re not gonna be the exemption, so this one’s a hard no from me.”

Lute puffed her cheeks in frustration. “Are you going to shoot down every request I make?”

“Just the shit ones.”

“Whatever. What about this then – if you need to speak with me after hours, do not let yourself into my apartment. Call me first.”

“Only if you agree to pick up your phone. Next one from me: loosen up a bit, babe. You’re so fucking tense all the time.” Adam leaned forward; elbows folded onto his desk. “You need to chillax.”

“I am relaxed,” Lute retorted, matching his stance. “It’s just a little difficult when I’m dealing with somebody as unpredictable and infuriating as you.”

“You wouldn’t know how to relax if it hit you in the fucking face.”

Lute gritted her teeth. “I was in the middle of relaxing last night before you interrupted me.” She pressed her palms against her forehead in an attempt to ease the pounding against her skull. “Are we done? I have paperwork I need to finish. Preferably in silence.”

“Let’s shake on it.” Adam rose from his desk and walked to the middle point between their two desks. “Truce?”

Lute met him in the middle of the room and glared up into the eyes on the screen of his mask. She hated that he hid behind it, that he used it like some kind of shield between him and the rest of Heaven.

What was he so afraid of that he had to keep himself always masked?

“One more thing. Take the mask off so I know who I’m making a deal with. I’m not shaking hands with somebody who’s face I can’t see.”

For once, Adam was rendered silent. The facial expression on his mask had gone slack, empty. His outstretched hand fell limply to his side, as if he’d suddenly lost all control of it.

“No.” He said flatly.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I’m not taking it off.”

“Why not?” Lute challenged, stepping closer to him. A pleasant warmth started to bloom in her chest. She could feel that finally, the power balance seemed to be shifting back into her favour, and this time she wasn’t going to let it go. Especially if it meant that, even if for a moment it made her the pettier person, he would understand how it felt to be on the receiving end of being taunted.  She pressed on. “Surely the First Man isn’t scared of revealing himself to his lowly second-in-command?”

Again, Adam remained silent and still, neither his expression nor body language giving anything away. She stepped closer again. Though their bodies weren’t touching, Lute felt his body stiffen at her closeness. The warmth that had started in her chest now radiated throughout her entire body, relishing at his obvious discomfort.

“Are you scared, Sir?” she whispered, her mouth twisting into a cruel grin, eyes sparkling with delight at this new discovery. “Scared of what I might think of the real you?”

“I-”

Knock-knock.

“Adam? Lute?” Sera’s voice rang from behind the door. Lute heard Adam exhale sharply, his body visibly relaxing in front of her at the sound of Sera’s voice. She inwardly cursed the High Seraphim’s poor timing. “Can I come in?”

“Don’t think you’re safe. I haven’t finished with you, Sir.” Lute said in a low voice, before walking to the door and opening it for Sera, bowing her head respectfully. “Your Highness. Please come in.”

Sera made her way into the room, brows furrowing slightly at Adam, who was frozen in the middle of the room and was uncharacteristically silent. “Adam. Are you alright?”

“Oh, he’s fine, Your Highness.” Lute beamed at her superior. “We were just having a little heart-to-heart, weren’t we, Sir?”

He nodded, shuffling slowly back to his desk. “Yeah. We were just… chatting.”

“Very well,” Sera nodded and turned to Lute. “How are you feeling, Lieutenant? Are you well enough to lead training today?”

“I’m fine, thank you. Although it’s funny that you ask, I was just discussing with Commander Adam that maybe it’s best if he takes training today.” She raised her eyebrows expectantly at Adam. “Remember, Sir?”

“Uh – yeah. Lute felt given my experience, I should run our boxing session.” He lied, pretending to be immersed in his paperwork. “Which, you know, I should go and set up for.” He rose from his desk, avoiding eye contact with Lute as he made his way to the door.

Lute smirked and crossed her legs in her chair. “Why, yes. Yes, you should, Sir.”

It may not have been breaking and entering, or near-nude wrestling, but Lute believed the ball was firmly back in her court.

She’d discovered that the First Man had a weakness after all. And she wouldn’t rest until she got to the bottom of it.

***

Next time: As tensions run high, Adam remember he's Lute's boss and orders her to do something unexpected.

[justdoingitforlove]

His Secret Lover

( Bakugou x Fem.Reader )

Not prove read so 🫡

Warnings: Angst, foul language throughout, use of violence, mentions of sexual assault, blood and gore mentioned, viewer discretion is advised.

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki. Japan’s best hero. His popularity perceives him as to why you kept your relationship in the dark. For reasons like this. He was afraid And now his worst nightmare had just became reality.

“I’m gonna miss date night,”

His voice over the phone was full of exhaustion as he lays back on his office chair looking at all the papers on his desk.

“Again…”

“Oh it’s alright, love!” Your voice filled his heart only for it to break at the fact he’s missing yet another planned date night, “I’m glad you told me and didn’t leave me hanging.”

He scoffed and places his hand over his head, “Tsk, I wasn’t gonna miss this but I’ve got these files that these shitheads forgot to do so now I’m stuck with even more work then planned.”

“Don’t worry about, babe! It’s fine you’ve got work and I know it hasn’t been easy,” you sigh but still keep a smile, “I have to finish this dress tonight for Madame, anyways, so it will keep me entertained.” You smile in sarcasm and look at the unfinished dress that Madame expected to have done.

Katsuki chuckles but can’t help but clench his fist, annoyed at how well your taking this. Like it doesn’t phase you. He knows this week has kept him occupied from you and it hurts him that you still manage to put up with him. He has no idea what he did to deserve someone like you.

“Yeah well next time I’m making us the best dinner you’ve ever had!” He assured, with his snarky attitude.

“Oh really?” you voice filled with amusement.

“Oh yeah,” he responds in his raspy voice that creates goosebumps all over you, “And trust me. You won’t forget it.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you giggle, you cheeks turning a shade of pink at his comment.

“I gotta go, babe, this coworkers are gonna be the death of me,” you groan at the fact your two close coworkers arguing again, attempting to find the culprit of who broke the coffee maker.

“And in case you don’t live forever, let me tell you now” he chuckle at your exaggerated comment, “I love you more that you’ll ever wrap your head around.”

His smile that only you can ever get out of him grows, “I don’t want I did to deserve you.”

“Yeah your pretty lucky,” you agree, proudly.

“Oh whatever,” his smile fades at your response but he mumbles, “I love you most.”

You giggle and end the call until you realize the spot your still in. Crazy coworkers and an unfinished dress, how the gods have some plan for you.

He places his phone in his pocket and faces reality. Shitheads messed everything up. Why does he have to be the one to clean this up?

—

Time passes by and the sun slowly starts to set. Katsuki is halfway finished and he’s about ready to leave. That’s until his close friend runs into his office.

“What the hell is your problem!?” Katsuki looks up, too pissed to even notice his friends face.

“We just got a call from Deku’s Agency,” his face looks pale, “Bakugou it’s bad.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Katsuki’s voice is serious. “Kirishima! What the fuck does it mean!?” He is eager to know but the words won’t come out of his mouth. He opens his mouth as Katsuki get closer and pulls his collar. He wasn’t ready for the words that came out of his mouth.

“Bakugou, they got her.”

—

“Planned another date night?” Your close coworker, (RN) ask, curious.

“We did, but change of plans,” you sigh, focusing on the finale sew, leaning back against your fun spinning chair, “We both had to work late, so it wasn’t gonna work anyways.”

(R/N) couldn’t help but feel bad, “Well maybe after this, you wanna grab a bite at whatever’s open?”

“Y’know that new ramen place just opened and I have been dying to try it,” you gave cheeky smirk as she was offering. She smiled and nodded her head.

You finally get up to stretch you back and head to the fabric closet. You open and noticed some of the fabric you needed was missing.

“(R/N), did you and (O/N) use the rest of the red velvet?! You know I need to get this dress done by tonight,” you groan, grabbing the closest red you could get.

“(R/N)?” You ask, wondering why she didn’t answer. You close the door and wait again for a response. There is no way she didn’t hear you. You guys were supposed to be the last ones out of the building.

“Y-,”

B

O

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M

Before you could say anything, you were thrown to the ground by a huge explosion. You couldn’t hear from your right ear for the longest time as you were trying realize what happened. You look and see your coworker, dead. Your eyes widen as you desperately crawl over to her lifeless body. You open your mouth but heard nothing come out. You were surrounded by smog and blue fire. You could feel someone come from behind you.

It was dusty and your surroundings lacked oxygen. What happened? You couldn’t hear yourself scream in pain as you feel a sharp feeling in your left shoulder. Needles upon needles dug into your sink. You crying in pain as you pull it out one by one.

“Fuck!” You cry, “(R/N)! Oh my—“ you cover your mouth as you look at her body, “Please! Wake up! Damn it! Wake up!” Uncontrollable pain unfolds as the tears stream down your face. You look around trying to gain a balance. Weak knees, you sway up and hold on to wall, covering you mouth. Your coughs become constant and your losing sight. Fucking hell. You go toward the nearest exit and push the door open only to be pushed back but more blue fire. You scream out, angry and hurt.

“ANYONE! HELP PLEASE!” You scream until you collapse again at your feet, “H-help..” you cough out.

You fall to the grounds slowly except defeat. The last you see was a tall man walking up to you, slowly. Kneeling down and looks at you in pity.

“You have such a pretty face,” the voice speaks, touching your cheek. You swear they say something else but you blank into a deep sleep.

——

“Bakugou, you need to calm down—“

“CALM DOWN? You did NOT just tell me to calm down when the literal love of my life could be dead,” Katsuki slams his hands on his desk after pacing back and forth for what felt like hours.

“What is me standing around and being relaxed going to solve ANYTHING?!”

“IT KEEPS YOU FROM DOING ANYTHING RECKLESS!” Kirishima pushes him back before he could get closer to his face.

“KEEPS YOU IN PLACE AND KEEPS HER SAFE!”

“SAFE?!” Katsuki scoffs in disbelief, “HER SAFE IS BEING ANYWHERE BUT WITH THAT SICK BASTER, DABI.”

“Kacchan, you need to calm down if we want anything to get done!” The pro hero Deku, or others know him as Midoriya, speaks up.

“This isn’t just some assignment we can hand in, Deku!” Katsuki yells, annoyed he was butting in the conversation.

“But since you’ve made it your life mission to but in every conversation you hear, tell me this—why haven’t we’ve done anything?” Katsuki walks up to the kid he’s competing against.

“That’s because we don’t know what we’re are getting ourselves into,” Midoriya response. They stare at each for what seems like forever until Katsuki gets the better of himself.

“WHAT MORE IS THERE? WE KNOW—“

“NOTHING!” Midoriya cuts him off, “WE KNOW NOTHING. WE DON’T KNOW WHAT HE WANTS OR WHAT HE IS GOING TO DO NEXT.”

“SO LETS CATCH HIM DOWN! GET HIS LOCATION THEN—“

“THEN WHAT, KACCHAN?!” Midoriya’s voice cracks, “Then what? Attack him by putting, (Y/N)’s life at risk?”

Katsuki backs down and stays quiet, still pissed.

“FINE. LETS SAY, you find his location, right? You track him down, find him, he notices you got him then he sets everything a blaze, THEN WHAT? The minute you go and find them, BOOM. DABI kills her. Right on spot,” Midoriya has a serious tone and it freezes everyone in place, “You catch him but (Y/N) is what, dead!? We don’t know his game plan!”

The room is quiet for a long minute, until he speaks again.

“We know that only certain amount of people knew about your relationship with, (Y/N). No one said anything. So he must have been stalking her or you guys for a while.”

“He probably learned her routine and caught her off guard,” Kirshima mumbles.

“We have Uravity and Froppy on the scene right now and they located 1 dead body. It’s not (Y/N), just a really close coworker,” Midoriya speaks.

Katsuki blurs out the voices and is mind is full of questions. Since when was Deku in control of the mission to save HIS lover? Why were all of DEKU’S plans better than his own? They instantly disappear once Midoriya speaks again.

“I think we have a solid plan, Kacchan, but there are rules,” Midoriya speaks. He sounds so mature, when did he get so mature—wait. Rules.

“How dare you….” Katsuki voice gets low as he stares deep into the innocent green eyes. Midoriya’s eyes widen, “Threaten me…”

“COMMAND ME?!” Katsuki was a loud person but something about his tone melted the others into a puddle.

“I don’t trust you will keep her safe,” those crimson eyes are filled with to many emotions, “I don’t trust you enough to bring her back, ALIVE.”

“You can’t go solo on this mission. Not this time,” Midoriya’s time matches his. Katsuki was furious and filled with emotion that only you could help him control.

“I’m not willing to risk the life of someone who is close to me as she is too you.”

“Fine,” Katsuki agreed plainly, not wanting to waste more time arguing about pointless shit, “We will play your game. But if anything happens to her—,”

“Noting with, Kacchan,” Midoriya países him halfway, places a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, “I give you my word.”

-

-

-

A cry if pain is let out as you wake, feeling everything once again.

“LET ME GO—AAAHH—LET ME GO!” You beg, feeling uncomfortable as your tied on a pole, blinded from the world.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE!”

“Oh how your so cute when you beg,” a deep unfamiliar voice speaks, sending you into shock.

“W-who are you?” Your voice is frightened but demanding, “What—what the HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!”

“Let me look at you, doll,” the voice echos in your head as you feel him getting closer to you, caressing your body as he makes sure his touch is all over you.

“Mmh, how could one hide such a beautiful body like yours.”

You feel his cold hands touch you as your are near bare skin, only half covered as your dress was nearly burned to crisp.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” you bite back, getting a feel of the floor and stepping back. Still blinded from the blindfold, you still managed to sense him touch you in places you don’t want him near.

“I love the fight, babe, but c’mon,” he chuckles, his voice getting closer to your ear.

“You don’t have a choice.”

Your mind was pretty blurry after he knocked you down. You felt him inside you moments after, making you feel worse. All you could do was cry and scream, not enjoying any of it.

BREATH

.

BREATH

.

Was all you could do.

-

It wasn’t long after an explosion was heard next door. You had a feeling you were going to be saved. You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want any of this. But what could you have done. Weak, sore, nothing was ever gonna be the same.

“FUCKER!” A voice of hope screamed. Katsuki’s voice.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!”

Damn it (Y/N) get up! You cry to yourself, feeling too vulnerable for your liking. You needed to get the hell out of there.

“Ahhh, we’ll if it isn’t Japan’s greatest hero,” Dabi chuckles, standing off you and looking toward Katsuki, still near you.

“Unfortunately you are not alone,” Dabi mutters, annoyed, but keeps his pride close.

“I SAID. GET. THE. HELL. AWAY FROM HER.”

“I’m guessing by your face, you two know each other,” Dabi smirks, responding sarcastically.

Before Katsuki could attack, Midoriya steps up.

“Let her go, Dabi,” Midoriya’s voice is cold as he holds back Katsuki.

“You really think you scare me, DEKU?” Dabi gets pissy.

“Don’t be stupid, Dabi. Let her go. She has nothing to do with this,” Kirshima’s voice speaks from the back.

“She has everything to do with this,” Dabi’s voice gets louder, “She is the kryptonite to you ProHeros.” He looks down at you, running his fingers into your messed up hair.

“Lay another finger and I SWEAR—,”

“You swear?” Dabi looks back at Katsuki’s face. He can sense the fear and anger surrounding the room.

“Trust me there was more than that,” Dabi let’s out a cold chuckle, “And let me tell you she was exquisite~”

“I GONNA KILL YOU!” Katsuki couldn’t keep it in and slams Dabi on the floor.

“DEKU, GRAB HER,” Katsuki keeps Dabi on the floor and Midoriya rushes to you and get you out really fast. Everything was happening all at once. Fighting. Screaming. Blood. It was pure war. For only a second you could breath. Midoriya later you on a build while Katsuki had his foot on Dabi’s throat. Midoriya looks away for just a second. And quick second, just to see Katsuki’s eyes of anger and hate. Then it happen.

Dabi’s laugh is pure evil, “Guess my job is done.”

Before Katsuki could react, Dabi sets flames, causing Katsuki to let go of him. A loud boom echos and the flames die out fast. Just like that, Dabi is gone.

“FUCK!” Katsuki screams, but quickly realizes his current situation and goes toward Midoriya.

“(Y/N)—,” He paused himself, looking at the small body in the hands of Midoriya.

He swore the world when still, feeling the air escape his lungs making every breath harder to control. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“T-They shot her,” Midoriya sobs out.

“N-no—No, no, no, no, no NO,” A painful cry is let out of the so vulnerable Katsuki. He never cried like this before. He cried all the time with you, especially on your wedding day, but this—no. This was something else. His breath was staggered and his eyes were red. He was in the mind set of shock and emptiness. Like if everything he once was, died. And something in him did die. His sprit and life was short lived. He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

He sweeps the girl off Midoriya’s hands so fast and hold her as if she was a new born. He mutter why as he grazed his finger tips on the rose smelt hair of the new shampoo you were eager to try. He remembers the smile you had and the live you showed when you ranted on and on about this chemical substance that can do wonders for your hair. No just a memory. And dead forgotten memory he now has to bring up to shed light at your funeral. Or to your parents when they find out their little girl is now dead at the hands of the hero that has protected millions—hell saved billions. But he just couldn’t save you.

“You gave me your word,” Was all that came out of him after a long and loud silence.

“What—,”

“You gave me your word, that if we did things your way—your stupid fucking plan— YOUR WAY. SHE. Would be safe!”

Katsuki didn’t stare at the green boy, his tears though not as nearly as red as Katsuki’s. He didn’t notice the hurt and shame that was already graved in this boy the minute he lost you. He only saw betrayal. Betrayal of trust he gave to his friend. For thinking for even a second, he had the right answer. He just needed someone to blame.

“I gave you my trust,” Katsuki spoke, still holding you but now he was standing.

“And she trusted me,” Katsuki’s let out a small sob before he spoke again, not taking his eyes away from you.

“I-I promised a date—I promised I would keep this away from her I-,” other word didn’t come out but a whimper. After was a scream.

“I’m sorry—I’m so sorry!”

“No-,” Midoriya speaks, shaking his head as he attempts to comfort his friend. He hold his mouth. They were shocked. Torn from the innocent death of the Pro Hero Dynamite’s Secert Lover.

[anonymouspumpking]

Completing your dream

¡Long Trafalgar Law fic!

Chapter 1

Summary: You are a girl looking to fulfill her dream, which is to become the best doctor the world has ever seen, but to achieve this she has become an apprentice to one of the most renowned pirates of the worst generation.

Chapter 2

Y/N I woke up with the sun's rays hitting my face. I got up, washed my face and looked at the clothes Bepo had left in my room the night before. The clothes were ugly; The uniform was a white jumpsuit with the crew's Jolly Roger.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I decided to make a some adjustments: I cutted here and there to turn the uniform into a matching two-piece suit (cargo pants and a short-sleeved crop top). I putted on my boots and made my haur into a high ponytail to finally catch up with the crew at breakfast.

I was happily eating alongside Ikkaku, Saichi, and Penguin when I noticed Law looking at me with a serious face.

"What's that?!" Law said walking quickly towards me.

I looked at him confused. “My uniform, is there something wrong?”

“Why did you cut up the uniform y/n?”

“Because the uniform was ugly and boring.”

“Ugly and boring?” Law narrowed his eyes. He didn't share the same opinion as me about my uniform. “Is that how you see it?”

"Yeah". I nodded with a challenging look.

“The uniform is designed to be functional y/n, not for you to look like you are in a fashion show, do you think such a short top is practical?” Law said angry.

“I really don't see the problem, it's still functional and even more, comfortable. This allows me to move more naturally.” I looked at him defiantly.

“I'm glad that you are confortable in it, that's why it won't be any problem for you to wash all the dishes for today's and tomorrow's meals. It won't cost you anything to clean the bathrooms for 2 weeks either.” Law looked me in the eyes and gave me a small, satisfied smile.

“Tsk.” I turned around and continued eating with my new crewmates.

“By the way, y/n, when you finish washing the dishes I need you to come into my study, I will explain the inventory and the instruments on board to you.”

When Law was far enough away, Saichi spoke.

“I know that sometimes he seems very harsh, but once you get to know him well, you will discover that he has a kind side, don't worry.”

“Yes… I think he hates me,” I responded while using the fork to play with my food.

After waiting for everyone to finish their breakfast, I washed the dishes, and headed towards the captain study.

I knocked on the door.

“Bepo, I told you not to bother me, I'm busy,” he said from the other side of the door.

I opened the door and stuck my face out. “It's me cap, you asked me to come.”

Law nodded and I went into his study. Once inside I noticed that Law looked at me for a second and then opened his mouth.

“Are you going to call me like that now?

"How?"

"Cap?"

“Ah, what's wrong with that?”

Law sighed and looked back at his work. "Nothing"

“This is the submarine inventory. All our weapons and food supplies are numbered. It is necessary to take inventory from time to time to make sure anything isnt lost.” Law explained to me as if he were talking to a child.”

“These are the medicinal plants that I carry with me, every time we pass through an island, I try to get those that are needed, or look for those that are missing on the boat,” he continued talking with his mocking tone.

“Now, this is a marigold, could you tell me what the marigold is for?

"This is enough!" I said annoyed. “Could you tell me why you are talking to me as if I were a little girl?” I argued with the same tone that he was talking to me before. “I'm not a little girl, and for your information, I've been studying medicine for a few years now.”

“If you cut your uniform for no other reason than the fact that you didn't like it, you are actually acting like a little girl.” Law says bluntly, his tone of voice flat and a little amused.

“You're a dick, you know that?��� I replied irritated.

“And you have bad manners, little brat.” Law looked at me for a second and then spoke. “I'm your captain now y/n, be careful how you talk to me, I really dont need another member in my crew."

I swallowed my pride and apologized to Law.

Despite the argument we had, Law continued to show me the plants he had on board and the medical tools available. He also showed me where everything was kept and the proper procedure for storing it.

"Well, that's all for now, I need you to study well the functions of the plants that I showed you. Tomorrow I will ask you questions about it." I nodded slightly.

“You can leave, and don't forget to pick up and wash the dishes on the table at dinner.”

LAW

After dismissing y/n from my study, I sat down to continue working on what I had left behind. I hated to admit it, but I felt a little guilty about the way I spoke to her in the dining room.

There was something about her that just made me lose control. The uniform wasn't that bad, and the “fixes” she had made weren't that drastic, she had simply cut the uniform in 2 and trimmed the top a little. It suited her well, highlighted her silhouette and making her look more comfortable with herself.

After working for a while, I heard someone knocking on my door. I raised my face a little irritated and let whoever was interrupting me, enter my study. When I saw a ball of white fur entering through the door, I realized it was Bepo and relaxed my facial expressions a little.

“What's wrong Bepo? Is there something bad?”

“Sorry to interrupt you captain, but don't you think you're being too harsh on y/n?” Bepo said timidly.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion and stared at the mink. “I don't think so, Bepo, she just arrived and she thinks she can surpass my authority. I am the captain of this ship and she has to learn to respect me even if she doesn't like it,” he said coldly.

“I understand that you want that she shows you somes respect, captain, but be careful with your words, sometimes they can be very cold and direct.” Bepo was already hiding behind a chair.

I sighed and returned to his work. “It's okay Bepo, I'll try to be more patient with y/n and not to be so strict with her.”

Bepo stood up, proud of his heroic actions, and walked towards the door when I stopped him.

“Just don't forget to talk to her and warn her not to go too far with me,” Law added.

“Yes, captain,” Bepo said happily while making a greeting gesture to the captain.

Y/N

Two weeks passed and I had to continue doing the punishments that the captain had imposed on me, however, he had seemed a little calmer and more patient with me. After the big scolding I received from Law, Bepo spoke to me and warned me about the captain's attitude.

As for my days within the crew, in addition to work on the ship, I had to continue with my studies and take lessons from Law every day. Now the lessons were bearable: Law didn't talk to me like I was a brat and I didn't want to gouge his eyes out every 5 minutes, we were even starting to get along well.

At dinner time I went to the dining room because Law asked us to be in there to talk to us about something important. When I walked in, I noticed Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo sitting at a table, so I decided to sit with them.

“I'm going out on a mission in two days, Shachi, Bepo and Penguin will go with me. “I want you to take good care of the Polar Tang and keep it clean and running.” Law shouted.

Whispers were heard from the crew.

"Silence!" “It will only be for two weeks, I will leave Jean Bart in charge.” “Y/n, I left you a list of material you need to know for my return.” “That's it, you can leave.”

“Where are you going with Law?” I asked the dynamic duo.

“To tell the truth, we're not sure either,” Penguin replied. “We just know that Law needs us for a mission,” Shachi said proudly.

I laughed for a while at the comments and jokes those two were saying when I noticed the captain behind us.

“Y/n come with me to my study, I need to talk to you.”

I nodded and followed him.

“I'm sorry I can't dedicate this whole month to you, some things came up and I'll have to be gone for a while.”

“Don't worry captain, I'll be sure to study the topics you left me written down.”

Law made a small smirk.

[mandareeboo]

Loona considering if she be up for a polycule with Vortex and Bee?

Loona's never had a partner. She's had dates, of course, and a few even lasted a couple, but it's hard to find romance when you're a hellhound in Pride. Doesn't help to have a dad who aims a glock at anyone's dick when they try. So no. No boyfriends or girlfriends to name of, and especially not both. Not until Bee and Tex.

It just?? Kind of happens????

Loona's house is closer to Bee's than Vortex's. This is apparently good info to have, as the sin starts casually climbing through the window to sleep off whatever drugs she'd taken the night before. Loona asked how much drugs a sin had to take to get high and she'd laughed and laughed until it trailed off into a guttural snore.

She'd sat through Blitz's inane attempts to sound threatening and ate all their bacon, then Vortex came by with more and they all went out giving away hangover cures to locals; because that's something the epitome of gluttony does, apparently.

Then she'd just. Dropped by work one day? Because she'd texted Vortex that it was a shitty day and somehow that meant sending demonic royalty? And Vortex brought donuts, because he was the bringer of foodstuffs or whatever, and Moxxie and Millie wouldn't let that shit go for months.

Vortex had texted her the same and Loona, assuming reciprocity was needed (she's had more hookups than friends, alright?) brought him food for once and he was so happy to see her it almost made Verosika Mayday glaring at her survivable.

And they just. Kept doing it? Kept commenting on her shitty photos, kept laughing at her shitty jokes. She couldn't be that entertaining, surely? One hellhound who could barely get a sentence out and refused to partake in the honey?

Then Bee had kissed her and. Huh. That's a thing now.

Loona agonized for days over telling Vortex, terrified of losing the only friendships she'd ever had, and then he'd just. Given her a gentle laugh and patted her on the back. And apologized??? To her??? For his girlfriend kissing her?????

"We thought you knew," he says sheepishly. "We're poly, girl. And open. Bee's been wantin' to ask you for a while now, but we know you're not exactly the spontaneous type. I think she finally exploded."

Which felt. Suspiciously like an invitation. But Loona wasn't losing this, so Loona decided to throw her last braincells in the trash and go 'I don't see it'.

Then Vortex asked if he could kiss her, and she kind of lost her willpower in that bin too.

All things have an expiration date. That's, like, one of the laws of the universe, between gravity and physics. Apples falling from trees. No one really likes Loona, not really. The stop will kill you in a car crash. Eventually Bee and Tex will get bored of whatever they thought this was, and Loona would be stuck at a dead-end job with her dad and two imps who hate her.

Loona relays all of this to Bee while they smoke a cigarette. She isn't entirely sure why she says all of that. To make it easier? So that when they turn and walk away, they will know she's expecting it and won't fight them?

Beezlebub tsks, squishes the cinders, and pulls her into a hug. "You're all sad and lonely, girl. We gotta fix that. We'll get you all loved up, you'll see."

Everything has a timer. But Loona snuggles into Bee's soft fur and decides, to hell with it. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

[themculibrary]

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[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #325: PARTY GAMES!

October, 1990

Quasar: "Uh, Cap -- did you invite these people?" Captain America: "Don't look at me, Quasar -- it's Sersi's party!"

This is so embarrassing. Several of these guests are wearing the same thing. Someone is going to have to change.

Hm, though, that's the Crimson Cowl, Sharon Carter The Girl On Fire, Man-Wolf the Werewolf, Dead Guardsman, and the Mechano-Maurauder Mom-Killer. And two of each.

Don't know why there's two of each. To pad out the crowd? But these are the visions that haunted the various Avengers Support Crew people.

That's the last time on Avengers: by the way.

There was the Crossing Line incident, with the hijacked nuclear submarine and the getting stuck in a bag of holding. The Avengers just finished wrapping that up. And while that was going on Mother Night, Minister Blood, and Machinesmith were putting the Avengers Support Crew under mind control by showing them traumatic visions.

The Avengers are back from their silly submarine adventure, so now the back-up plot becomes the main plot.

Psshaw, Cap. Surely some fraternizing is allowed. Wanda and Vision did an entire courtship while they were on the team. Go ahead and bathe with Sersi.

So when the Avengers arrive back at the Subbasement, they're greeted by Micahel O'Brien, head of security. He's so eager to spring their surprise new meeting table!

Remember that? From the back-up story?

But, whoops. Thor already called dibs on rebuilding the old one.

Michael O'Brien: "whoops." Captain America: "Don't sweat it -- we'll find a good use for it!" Sersi: "If you don't wipe that hurt puppy look off your face this minute, Mr. O'Brian -- I'm going to bite your lip." Michael O'Brien: "Well, I wouldn't want that, would I?" Sersi: "Never know till you try."

Sersi, pls.

I said "some fraternizing."

But, also, this:

The world's most obvious bug.

I'm sure that the color is just for the benefit of the audience but that doesn't blend into the wall at all.

Captain America: "Great! The new laptop voice processors are in. This will speed up filing case histories considerably." Sersi, sarcastically: "the part of being an avenger i can't get enough of!" Captain America: "If you'll just look into the tiny screen when you speak, the processor will not only record your image and voice, it will also transcribe your words into cold type."

I love it when the Avengers book gets granular about their procedures. I truly do. Captain America, and presumably Mark Gruenwald, is very excited about the new way to file after-action reports.

And, hey! Science fiction becomes science fact. Voice recognition transcribing exists now and it is not very good!

As the Avengers work on the Crossing Line incident report, Mother Night, Minister Blood, and Machinesmith watch and congratulate each other on having bugged the Avengers' headquarters, something no one else has ever done apparently.

Machinesmith: "Mmm-hmm! The Red Skull is going to be tickled pink, I'll betcha!"

That's a fun turn of phrase.

Despite Mother Night's protests that she was watching that, Machinesmith starts flipping through the different bugs to see if any new ones have been planted.

Machinesmith: "Although you two may have been the ones to brainwash the fine upstanding members of the Avengers' support crew into planting the bugs -- I was the one who designed and manufactured the bugs themselves. Don't I have the right to examine my handiwork, too? Tsk tsk. I see they couldn't afford an interior decorator."

Hm.

Satisfied, Machinesmith turns the remote back over because he wants to go work on a transmitter so Red Skull can watch the feed all the way in Washington.

Mother Night: "You may be a just a robot, 'Chiney, but sometimes I feel like -- " Machinesmith: "Whoa! Time out! Save that stuff for someone who can appreciate it, Momsy! I agreed to help you with this plan of yours to get in good with the boss, not so you could slobber over me! Say, Blood, why don't you take your sister for a walk or something? I hate it when humans start going stir-crazy!"

Machinesmith is not about kissing humans. Or lady humans.

The comment about the interior decorating feels very... gesturing towards stereotypes.

Anyway, Minister Blood does take Machinesmith's suggestion and he and Mother Night go off to have lunch on the Red Skull's expense account. It's a business lunch!

Back in the Subbasement, the Avengers finish recording their reports and Sersi has an important announcement.

Sersi: "I'm having my monthly get-together this Saturday night, and I"ll take it as a personal affront if you boys do not attend. Shall we say eightish?" Captain America: "Uh, gee, Sersi, I've got the Wakanda Design Group coming in this weekend and --" Sersi: "They're invited too! I'm not taking a no for an answer. You boys have yet to make a single one of my parties! I did you the favor of joining your world-saving club, it's not that much to ask for in return!"

I love Sersi on the Avengers.

Also, the Wakanda Design Group. At some point it was established that Quinjets are made by a Wakandan manufacturing plant. Marvel wiki doesn't have a page for the group so I don't know what issue and date this was first mentioned.

But when T'Challa bankrupt Wakanda to own Killmonger, Tony Stark bought up all the shares in the Wakanda Design Group to keep Avengers tech out of rando hands. He also promised to give the shares back to T'Challa as soon as he uncratered the economy.

So I recognize it from the Priest run of Black Panther and a few other places. I just wish I knew when this was established.

Ah, well.

They're going to be at the party, maybe.

After the party conversation, Vision deduces that he wasn't included in the invite because Sersi only directly addressed Captain America and Quasar. Since the invitation wasn't explicitly addressed to him, he assumes he's not invited.

Vision: "Perhaps she reasoned that synthezoids would be out of place at such a gathering. I don't recall ever attending a party. Who is to say then that she is wrong?"

I'm sure some people are vibing so hard with Vision right now.

Anyway, Quasar also has something important he has to say, to Captain America.

He confesses that his civilian identity runs a security consultant firm and he wants to offer his services to the Avengers. Buuut he also doesn't want to be exploiting his membership for personal gain. So he makes it clear that he definitely doesn't need the business, really, he just wants the Avengers to be as secure as possible!

(I read a big chunk of the first half of Quasar's book. He WAS hurting for business for a while but Moondragon mind-controlled various companies into signing contracts with him. She was trying to help, I think. Point being, he's not just covering his ass when he says he doesn't need the work.)

Captain America asks if Quasar's company is any good. Quasar, obviously, says yes so Cap says the Avengers could use an independent security firm to double check their defenses. His razor sharp Cap insight also has him ask if Quasar blames himself for Avengers Island being sunk and Quasar doesn't really deny it.

Machinesmith is vexed to hear that an outside security group is going to examine the Avengers Subbasement. If they find the bugs, they'll have to get the mind-controlled staff to plant some more. It'll just be a big hassle.

But he also doesn't have to do anything about it now so he changes the channel to see what else is on.

I like how the scene transitions are framed as Machinesmith flipping around to different camera feeds.

Anyway, Sersi has cornered Jarvis and has gotten him to agree to go to her party too. In fact, the whole Avengers Support Crew is invited. She doesn't do an upstairs downstairs thing. Sersi parties are fun for everyone.

Machinesmith: "Partying with the Avengers? I can't think of anything more boring!"

Fun for everyone except Machinesmith.

But, look, I see where he's coming from. Captain America leading the Avengers. You wouldn't think that wild parties would come of that. But I bet Sersi knows how to cut loose. And She-Hulk, of course. And you know that Beast smoked a ton of weed back when he was an Avenger.

Machinesmith: "Let's see what else is shaking at the manse. Maybe I can tune in on that gorgeous hunk of man-machine... the Vision!"

Okay. Machinesmith is very queer coded.

He finds Vision hanging out with Fabian Stankowicz, where the synthezoid is asking Fabian if he has a life outside of work.

Which would be a rude question but Fabian says this job is everything he's ever wanted. "A place to work, lots of junk to work with, and folks who appreciate what I make."

Vision confides that he sometimes thinks there should be more to his life than just the Avengers but he's not certain what it should be.

Then he does Machinesmith a jump scare by flying directly through the spy bug. And then popping up in the bloodmobile that is the evil trio's base of operations.

Felt it important to show the entire confrontation in case you thought I was misrepresenting how horny this machine man is for Vision.

Anyway, he tries to hack Vision by staring into his eyes. Which doesn't work. Vision has been hacked by the best, i.e. Ultron. You ain't tall enough to ride this rollercoaster, dude.

Then Vision does what he always does and fists a guy. Except Machinesmith had a failsafe system and both him and Vision wind up knocked out.

Mother Night and Minister Blood return to find Vision and Machinesmith intertwined in a heap together.

Machinesmith managed to beam his consciousness into the computers in the bloodmobile. Where he appears as a wire frame on the monitor.

Vision damaged him too badly to re-inhabit his body so he has to have another delivered from Washington. In the meantime, Minister Blood decides to just dump Machinesmith and Vision's bodies in the East River.

Bye forever, Vision.

The next day, Quasar arrives in his secret identity of Wendell Vaughn with his follow security guy Kenjiro Tanaka. Quasar's secret identity is protected by a pair of glasses and everybody privately gives him shit for it.

Somewhere, Clark Kent is indignant and he doesn't know why.

But, anyway, Wendell knows security.

He brought an anti-eavesdropping device with him. When he turns it on, it jams all the bugs Mother Night et al had placed in the Avengers' base.

They flip from camera to camera, frustrated at getting just a blank screen.

This is even more vexing than the bugs being found and needing to be replaced. This means placing any new bugs is pointless. Mother Night wants to order the mind-controlled support crew to destroy the jamming device but Machinesmith points out that would give the game away.

Mother Night: "We must get something out of this! We can't go back to Washington empty-handed! At the very least let's get those insipid civilians to kill themselves!" Machinesmith: "I have it! Everyone's been invited to a party tonight at Sersi's...!"

Geez, these guys are kind of played up as kind of doofuses. Sure, they pulled off hypnotizing the support crew and getting them to plant bugs. But that's just it. They've triumphed... over supporting cast.

Vision almost instantly uncovered their scheming. Quasar thwarted them without even trying. Even their latest evil scheme is more petty spite than the masterstroke of a brilliant planner.

But that petty spite is is to have a bunch of people killed just so they can say they accomplished something.

Petty isn't harmless.

Anyway, party. And more people thinking Quasar is a big dingus for thinking glasses work as a secret identity.

Oh, and I see that Jarvis is still dating the younger girlfriend he got during Inferno.

Well, power to him.

He's also back to wearing the eyepatch. I'm not sure whether he needs it or whether he just wears it to look cool.

Also, Sersi has a really nice party pad and maybe owns the building. Being an Eternal means you can really capitalize on long investments. Also, she can turn anything into gold.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mother Night, Minister Blood, and Machinesmith arrive in disguise. They hypnotize the kitchen staff, leave them tied up out of the way, and impersonate them.

A DJ, a live band, and a rapper? Wow, Sersi's parties have everything.

And yet what I notice most is how thrilled She-Hulk's date is.

Steve Rogers (secretly Captain America) arrives with his lady friend Rachel Leighton and immediately gets in trouble when Sersi gloms onto him and asks how close a friend Rachel is.

Rachel Leighton: "Sersi... what an interesting name. Is that your first name or last?" Sersi: "Like Madonna and Cher, I only need one name. Save the last dance for me, Stevie!" Rachel Leighton: "You come to this 'lady's' parties often?" Steve Rogers (Captain America): "I swear this is the first."

-sitcom laugh track-

As might be expected from a guy whose dream job is sitting and tinkering with mechanisms all day, Fabian Stankowicz doesn't quite know what to do with himself at a party. But he's happy to enjoy the free food.

Then Mother Night disguised as a waitress mind zonks him to come to the kitchen in five minutes.

God. Just let the man enjoy a meal!

Off-panel, the trio of dastardly no-good-niks must have zonked every member of the support crew to come to the kitchen because scene change, they're all in the kitchen.

Mother Night tells the hypnotized crew that enemies of the Avengers have infiltrated the party and are up to no-good. For some reason, we can't tell the Avengers this, we gotta take matters into our own hands.

With these guns neuronic neutralizers which are not guns at all.

And two minutes after the support crew returns to the party, Mother Night will 'reveal' their enemies.

So, that's somehow more grim than when the villains were just going to make the crew kill themselves. They're going to hypnotize them into killing as many people as possible at the party.

The Avengers, thankfully, are mostly quick on their feet.

Quasar sees Jarvis pull a gun on his girlfriend, Glory Garsen, thinking she's the Crimson Cowl, so he quases the gun away. Captain America wrestles the gun away from Michael O'Brien. Sersi just turns Fabian's gun into one of those toys with the "BANG!" flag. Who I guess is Gabriel Jones, based on the cast list, wrests the gun to the side before Peggy Carter can shoot him.

The mostly though is that She-Hulk doesn't reach John Jameson before he shoots his date.

Whoops. Four out of five ain't bad?

Mother Night and Minister Blood hear the gunshots and figure mission accomplished, now time to skeee-daddle.

Except, Vision suddenly intangibles into their path.

They try to claim they are simple caterers but without hypnotic disguises, these two are the most dramatic people for a mile. Vision's robot brain can't be hypnotized and he's not buying it.

And when they try to knife and/or kick him, he has to explain what intangible means. And then he fists them.

Back at the party, the support crew have been apprehended and they've also gone into a daze. Leading to suspicions that they've been hypnotized.

It also turns out that John Jameson's date, who he shot, has not been shot. All the bullets in all of the guns were blanks. The woman actually just fainted, probably because someone pulled a gun on her and the gun made a loud gun-shooty noise.

Vision arrives with Minister Blood and Mother Night to Explain It All. Well, most of it all. He doesn't actually know who these two are.

But Cap does! And since he recognizes them as Susan and Melvin Scarbo, hypnotists, it confirms the idea that the support crew was hypnotized.

Sersi has her priorities and decides to ask why Vision isn't dressed up for the party.

Vision: "I don't believe I was invited, Sersi." Sersi: "Jarvis didn't give you your invitation?"

So that clears that up!

Vision was invited but he was too on the bottom of the river for several days to be informed!

He only recovered night of the party and found the bloodmobile parked outside Sersi's building. Since they were smuggling in guns, Vision used his SOLAR BEAM to sabotage the bullets (hence why they were blanks) and then just. Waited around to see what their evil scheme actually was.

He was curious.

But it worked out. Nobody got hurt and the baddies got caught in the act.

Captain America: "You used good judgment, Vision. Sersi, I recommend you tell your guests the party's over. We're going to have our work cut out for us clearing our crew's minds of post-hypnotic suggestions." Sersi: "Oh, I think these hypnotists will be more than eager to cooperate, Steve. That is, unless they want to be turned into furniture. Zuras, how I hate party-poopers!"

You mess with Sersi's parties at your own peril.

So, that was a fun decompression issue. Avengers between adventures and unwinding at a party. Some excitement happens but Vision had it handled.

Next time in the Avengers book, the introduction of Rage. But next time on Essential Avengers, the Terminus Factor.

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