#seriously the gun problems in this country are insane

[virgil-anon]

[rambling-at-midnight]

Pros and Cons of Midnight Snacks

Pairing: Jason Todd x Civilian!Reader. No pronouns so can be read as any gender!

Summary: Meet-ugly with the Red Hood due to a gas station robbery gone wrong.

Word count: ~2k

(I'm branching out to other fandoms, apparently. Let me know if you want a sequel. Enjoy!)

You weren't born in Gotham, so it sometimes still surprises you that you had adjusted so well to its particular brand of crazy.

You're from somewhere a little more south of New Jersey, although most places in the U.S. are a little south of Jersey unless you're a lobster farmer from Maine or a tree hugger from Vermont.

Both of those descriptions sound critical, but they weren't meant to be. Right about now you're seriously considering taking up lobster farming.

No one sane ever moves to Gotham. Everyone knows the stories, and even if most of the country didn't believe all of them, most people aren't stupid enough to disregard them. And you certainly weren't stupid. But rent was dirt cheap for a city, and so was tuition for GU's vet school. So you thought to yourself, "How bad could it really be," bought pepper spray and a taser, and accepted the admissions offer.

You'd always liked iced coffee more than green bean casserole and peach cobbler, anyway.

Reading news articles hadn't been enough to prepare you for the utter insanity of Gotham City, unfortunately. But you adapted. You always did. Upgraded your taser, memorized the bus schedule, learned the less sketchy areas of town, did your best not to get caught outside after dark. Kept your head down, ignored the crime lords and genetic experiments gone wrong and lunatics and vigilantes scurrying along the rooftops, and you'd survived for almost two years without many incidents.

But you'd gone to the library because you were critically unable to work in your apartment, gotten distracted by panicking about how little you really knew about next week's test content, and stared at the pages of your textbook for almost an hour as you fought back tears. So now you were running late and it was dark as you walked home because the buses were down. Of course they were. That lunatic that thought he was a crocodile had smashed a bunch last week and they hadn't been replaced yet.

Goosebumps prickle on the back of your neck, but you tell yourself it's nothing. Keep your head down. Criminals target the people that look most obviously paranoid first.

You're just burnt out. Severely. But the end of your sophomore year of veterinary school was looming, which meant you would have a relaxing three-month vacation before the next one started.

And no, you weren't thinking about next year's summer 'vacation' of clinicals. Because if this year was bad after a year of summer vacation, what will it do to you to have no break at all?

That's a future you problem, thankfully.

You're still feeling sorry for yourself when you reach the gas station right next to your apartment building. You walk right by it, remember what's in your fridge or pantry—thanks, grocery store self, thinking you don't need any snacking foods—then backtrack.

Since starting vet school, you've tried to be healthier with your eating habits. Brains lacking in nutrients absorb information less efficiently, after all. But you're still a sucker for Cheez-Its and energy drinks.

You won't drink it tonight, obviously.

Right as you put the items on the counter for the bored-looking cashier to scan the barcodes, something cold presses to your temple.

The cashier freezes, eyes blown wide with panic.

"Easy there," someone says to your left. A man, voice oily in a way that sets your teeth on edge immediately. "Do what I say, or I blow their brains out, then yours."

A gun.

A gun is pressed to your head.

Because of course it is. A shitty way to end a shitty day. You should have kept walking right past the gas station.

Before you moved to Gotham, you might have screamed and panicked, but you know better now. You know to stay calm.

You clench your fists to stop them from shaking so noticeably, but otherwise don't move. You've seen hostage situations before, because this is Gotham, but you've never been the hostage.

The gun feels heavy. And so cold, like it's sapping all the heat from your skin.

"Okay, dude," the cashier said soothingly. "You want the money in the register?"

The robber scoffs. "Obviously."

"All right." The cashier's voice is even and soft, unthreatening. You wonder if training for situations like these are required for cashiers in Gotham. It certainly hadn't been for your old job, although that hadn't been in New Jersey, and it hadn't been at a twenty-four seven gas station, either. "I need to get a key to unlock it, okay? So I'm reaching below the counter."

"Just get the key," the robber demands. The gun shifts against your temple. You fantasize for a half-second about acting like an action hero, disarming him and taking him down all on your own. But you're not a vigilante and you've never been in a real-life fight before. You don't think you're fast enough to get out of the barrel's way before he pulls the trigger. If you managed to shove it away, what if he fired and hit the cashier instead?

Then comes the sound of another gun clicking.

Great, you think half-hysterically. Just what we need. Even more deadly weapons.

"Lower the gun," growls a modulated voice, and everyone freezes.

The Red Hood is standing behind the robber, also pointing a gun to his head like the meme of people lined up in a church with guns aimed at the person in front of them.

The robber lets his gun dip a little bit. Distracted enough that it's not pressed directly to your temple anymore.

Not to brag, but you recover the quickest. It's probably the adrenaline.

Thank God you keep your keychain in hand while out at night. Your fingers shake, but you have your pepper spray up in a second, and the robber's turning to look at your sudden movement when you squeeze down on the nozzle.

The spray hits him directly in the eyes, and his howl of pain is immediate. But you don't stop spraying, even when the cashier starts to splutter and your own eyes water.

The gun goes off, once in the robber's hands, and a second time when it hits the ground because he's dropped it in favor of clutching his burning face.

You stop the stream of pepper spray, because now the air is spicy when you breathe, but can't force yourself to lower your hand. The Red Hood quickly handcuffs the would-be robber, which is only difficult because he's clawing at his eyes in pain, and executes a tricky-looking martial arts move to get him on the ground.

Despite everything, you're impressed.

The Red Hood is bigger than maybe anyone you've ever seen before. He could have punched the robber in half like paper, probably, but you appreciate the finesse a little bit more.

"Hey." A gentle voice, and gentle hands, take the pepper spray out of your grip. "Quick thinking there," you're complimented. By the fucking Red Hood, one of Gotham's most infamous crime lords. The first time you read about him in the papers, he was chopping off people's heads, and every story since has been similarly alarming. But he's not supposed to be here; the Red Hood stays in Park Row, which locals call Crime Alley, apparently, and you've always steered very clear from that part of town.

"Can you look at me?"

You do. Maybe he won't chop off your head if you listen well enough.

"Are you okay?"

You blink. That... does not compute.

The Red Hood doesn't save people. And he doesn't leave Crime Alley. So what's he doing outside of Crime Alley, saving people?

The robber is still screaming, eyes screwed up in pain. He's handcuffed on the ground.

"You should probably let him wash out his eyes, at least," you tell the cashier. "Pepper spray is pretty painful." You'd sprayed yourself once out of curiosity, realized how much it burned, then sprinted to the shower to rinse it off. Which, pro tip: not a good move, especially with warm water. Water reactivates it by opening your pores, or something, and when you're in the shower it just spreads all over your body.

Your eyes are watering. The Red Hood sees that, because he tells you, "Let's get some air," and tugs you out of the gas station.

He's right. The cool night air does feel good. You blink away the stinging in your eyes and he repeats, "Are you okay?" His voice is robotic from the mask, but kind of pleasant at the same time. You'd never guess just from listening to him that he's a killer.

"Yes," you say automatically. "Thanks," you add. You're lightheaded for some reason; you sway on your feet.

"You sure?" he asks critically. "You look... pale." Judging by the pause, 'pale' wasn't the word he really wanted to say. The red helmet tilts. "You weren't shot, were you?"

"I don't think so," you shrug. Then you look down at yourself and realize that there's a large bloodstain on your hip. "Never mind. I think I was."

"Jesus!" he yelps at the sight. It's kind of funny, actually, this grown man built like a brick shithouse yelping at the sight of blood. "Why didn't you say anything?"

You shrug and peel your sticky shirt away from the wound to inspect it. "I thought I just bumped something." Sure enough, it's just a graze. You weren't sure which shot had hit you, but you'd honestly been injured worse. Plus, supervising surgeries at the animal clinic you'd worked at for years has desensitized you to the sight of blood. Maybe it's also altered your perception on what 'serious injuries' count as; the amount of times you've been bitten by startled dogs...

"You need to go to the hospital."

"It's just a scratch," you argue. "I can't go to the hospital. I need to feed my cat."

"Your cat can wait. You're bleeding a lot."

"I'm already late, and if I miss dinner, he'll start pissing all over my apartment."

The Red Hood sighs. "Where do you live?"

Your mouth opens to answer on instinct. You snap it shut just in time and glare. "Why?"

"So I can feed your cat for you while you go to the hospital."

It's nice of him to offer, but... "No."

"No?"

Maybe it's not the best idea to refuse Gotham's most prominent crime lord, but it would also be pretty stupid to tell a strange man where you live. Especially when he happens to be said crime lord.

"Look," you sigh. "I'm a vet student. I have surgical tools at home to treat myself with, and I promise, under the blood, the bullet barely hit me. I've been hurt worse by Chihuahuas that hate the vet."

"There's no way I can convince you to change your mind?"

"It's been a long day," you sigh. "I really, really just want to go home." And he's blocking the path. Your apartment building is directly behind him, just calling your name.

"At least let me walk you to your building." He holds his hands up at your suspicious look and assures you, "I won't ask for the apartment number."

"I'm literally right there." You point.

He turns, sees how close you are to being home, and says, "Seriously?"

"Seriously. What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were some kind of villain."

"I'm reformed," he grumbles.

"Well, good for you."

You make sure you have your keys and your wallet, then step around him and make it all the way to your building's door before he calls, "Wait!" The Red Hood's jogging to catch up to you, holding the box of Cheez-Its and energy drink you'd almost died for. "You forgot these," he says.

"Thanks," you say, taking them. It would have been a shame to waste four dollars.

"You're welcome," he says. There's something odd about his voice, but you attribute it to the mask, scan to be let into the building, and make sure it's fully closed before heading to the elevator.

Your cat is unhappy about dinner being an hour late. He weaves between your feet, making his protests loudly and viscerally known. You wince. He's worse than the dogs that bark in this building sometimes.

Your poor neighbors.

You give him his wet food, then hop in the shower to clean off your hip. It bled a lot, but once the blood washes away, it's actually not as bad as you thought. You've stitched up animals before, but never yourself, and decide against trying tonight. If it heals a little unevenly, who cares? No one will see it, anyway.

You pad the wound with gauze, tape it over, and fall into bed. Staring at the ceiling, you're forced to admit to yourself that you may be looking up more in the future. Just to see if anyone in a red helmet is running on a rooftop nearby.

It was a long day. But, strangely, almost dying wasn't the worst part of it.

Actually... it may have been the best part.

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[randomstealthteen]

Gun culture in America needs to be changed. Why does America have such a disproportionately large amount of school shootings. There have been 288 school shootings in America. The country with the second most amount of school shootings is Mexico with EIGHT. EIGHT. That is fucking insane. These guns are not being used for protection they are being used to hurt innocent children.

I don't want to take guns from everyone. Look at Canada. You can get a gun if you're fine mentally and put in a bit of effort. There is a large culture of hunting. Even people under 18 can shoot guns.

But there seriously is something wrong with the way guns are sold and handled in America and if you don’t see that you’re part of the problem.

Gun related injuries are the number one cause of death in kids and teens in America. Something is wrong. And yet you’re all too stubborn to do anything about it. Despite the fact this keeps happening.

[p-antomime]

tobacco and whiskey.

— minors don't interact.

— wc: 5,1K

content + warnings: 18+, including: hard dom!gojo, soft dom!getou, overstimulation, fem sub, fingering, degradation (by gojo) & also worship (by getou), dub-con (maybe? kinda of, i guess), unprotected sex, breeding kink, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, threesome, use of words ‘whore’ & ‘slut’, face fucking, choking, gun play.

pairings: gangster!gojō satoru x fem!reader x gangster!getō suguru

— jjk masterlist.

Being a student immigrant in a European country is easy depending on how much money you have and where you come from. In Y/N's case, she had won a scholarship at a university in France, but she didn't have enough money to live on the outskirts of Paris. It was too expensive, so she ended up choosing to live in a shared apartment with two other girls who were sisters: Mai and Maki.

They were great, even adorable, but the main problem in living together was: the two of them on almost every weekend went to the suburbs of Paris to go to the clubs and discos and came back just as the sun was rising. Only God knows how nothing bad had ever happened to these two girls. Y/N on the other hand had to work four times harder than an "ordinary" student in France, she had to prove herself worthy of that scholarship every time there was an opportunity. High grades that could perforate the ozone layer more than the pollution of all the European countries put together, almost insane mental effort. This is what college demanded, in exchange for which her social life was slowly dying, intoxicated by the professional career she had chosen since high school.

— You take all this college stuff too seriously, Y/N. You should just relax a little bit. — Mai commented as she went through her own closet looking for some clothes that Y/N didn't know exactly what they were.  

— You are the ones who should take college more seriously. You are studying here being funded by your father, but still. — Y/N replied looking for the notes he had made during class in the morning.

—  Today is Friday and all you can think about is studying and studying. Tomorrow is Saturday, like... damn, give yourself some time to enjoy college life away from the eyes of your parents. — Maki said without taking her eyes off her cell phone.

— I have a part-time job. — Y/N said as if it were obvious. — Monday to Saturday, you know that.

— We know, but you don't work nights. We could go out a little tomorrow, go to some clubs, you know, have some fun. — Mai looked at Y/N suggestively.  

— I'm not sure if your idea of "fun" is similar to mine.

— Oh, stop. You've never been to a club in Paris, you don't know what people are like there. If you go once with us and don't like it, we'll stop bothering you. — Maki said.

— Will you stop once and for all?  

— Yes. — Maki commented and looked at Mai suggestively.  

— Maybe.

— What time? — Y/N grumbled.

— The lines start getting longer after 7pm I think. It depends a lot on the club, actually, we had booked with Yuta at the suburb of Paris, but if you want a more "well attended" place we can change. — Mai answered and shrugged. — But I doubt anything bad will happen to you, you'll be in the best company. — She gestured to herself and her sister. — And if any guys get on your nerves, you can even tell them that Yuta is your boyfriend. — A bitter taste of discomfort came over Y/N's mouth.

— No, thanks. I've never been in a nightclub, but I can take care of myself. We can go to the one you all are going originally, I don't know any other clubs anyway. — The young woman's eyes turned to the clock hanging on one of the walls of the room. — And, shit, I'll be late for work if I stay here any longer. — She jumped out of bed and dropped her notes. — I'll be back later.

— Good work. — The twins spoke in unison and Y/N answered them with a slight smile of thanks.  

Her job consisted of working in the afternoon in a coffee shop that was also a bookstore. It was great because it was not far from the apartment or the campus, but it was lousy in relation to the salary paid, however, it was take it or leave it. At least the boss was nice and didn't mistreat her employees. Y/N was usually out until 6:00 or 6:30, depending on how busy the cafeteria was.

— Oh, are you here already? — Mei Mei, Y/N's boss, said as she saw her enter the room through the front door. — Great! We're not busy today, unlike yesterday, so take your time to get ready, darling. — Y/N nodded and started to put on the uniform blouse of the bookstore attendants, after which she straightened her hair to get it out of her face and look as presentable as possible.

Although she had been living in France for a year and a few months and had taken a basic French course after learning that she would be moving to another country due to college requirements, some of the native words still confused her head, but nothing that she couldn't handle. And so several minutes passed that turned into hours, and it wasn't long before the big clock placed in the middle of the store read 17:00. Y/N sighed and walked to some further shelves to do the weekly cleaning of those practically godforsaken books that few people were interested in buying and would probably go back to the manufacturers.

But today was a different day. There was a person there. Long dark hair that, although tied up in a bun, was still falling down her broad shoulders, light skin and body dressed in traditional Japanese clothes. Feeling her heart skip a beat, the university student hid behind the bookcase parallel to where the man was standing. Why exactly was she hiding? Out of shame that maybe he thought she was spying on him?

— I can hear your breathing, you know, this place is much less crowded than the rest of the bookstore so I can hear your movements more easily than in other places. — His deep voice reached her ears and made her heart beat hard against her chest. — It's not like I'm going to bite you or anything.

—  I know, I was just... — Y/N came out from behind the bookcase and the man ran his eyes down her uniform.

— So you are an attendant? Can you help me? — He looked at her curiously as a serene smile broke out on his lips.

— Sure, I can. Are you looking for a specific book? — Y/N approached him with slower, more reluctant steps than she had planned, as if his eyes, darker than onyx stones, were reading the deepest sins of her soul.

— Not quite. I wanted to hear your opinion about this book, actually. — He showed her one of the editions of a fantasy book with darker, more adult content.

— If you like darker literature, I believe this is the right book for you, sir.

— Oh, yes, I usually prefer some of the darker stuff. — His long-fingered hands caressed the cover of the book before turning to Y/N again. — You can call me Getou Suguru. And this book here, you can put it on my bill. I'm already a loyal customer of the bookstore — but Y/N had never seen him there before. ��, so Mei Mei let me open an account to charge the prices of the books I end up buying.

Shaking her head positively, Y/N gestured for him to follow her, and all the way to the checkout she could swear she felt Suguru's gaze roaming over her back and ass, but she also felt embarrassed to turn around and tell him to take his eyes off that area. After asking for his personal information to check the bill, the purchase was finalized and Suguru gave the attendant a warm smile.

— Thank you, Miss...? — Now he was overstepping the customer barrier and asking her name in an attempt at flirting.

— If you come to shop more often, maybe I will tell you my name. — Y/N replied feeling her breath catch in her throat.

— I will, of course. You should wait for me next week too.

— The same day? Friday? — Why it looked as if they were about to seal a date?

— Maybe. — Suguru answered simply.

Y/N forced herself to control a smile from opening on her lips and just nodded positively. And then she remembered that she still needed to clean the bookshelf that Suguru had been looking at before.  

— If you'll excuse me, I still have a job to finish before the end of business hours, Mr. Suguru. — She walked away from the checkout counter. — Have a great rest of the day.

— I certainly will. — Suguru replied, watching her walk away and flashing a smug smile as he went back to analyzing her ass while Y/N went back to the shelves about to be cleaned.

 ☆  

— Damn, it's fucking cold, Maki. — Y/N complained getting out of the car that belonged to Yuta in front of the night club.

— I told you so, you dumbass. — Maki retorted. — I told you that the short black dress was nice because it sparkles a lot, it looks great on you, but that it would also be cold outside the apartment.

— I even told you to put on one of my tights. — Mai remembered.

— Whatever. — Y/N crossed her arms in front of her breasts trying to keep the cold away.

— It's always more warm inside, Y/N, don't worry. — Yuta said locking the car doors after getting out of the driver's seat.

— I hope so. — And so the four of them entered the club

Just as Yuta had said, inside the night club it really was more stuffy and Y/N quickly uncrossed her arms as she felt properly warmed up. The air in that place was extremely heavy with the full of booze, cigarettes and what Y/N wanted to think was not sex. There was a floor above where she was with her friends that was probably reserved for "VIP" customers and it was adorned with a balcony in a decorative rococo style that gave a wide view of the club's dance floor.

— Would you like something to drink? — Yuta asked, before grabbing Mai and Maki by the arms to stop them from going to the bar before they knew everyone else's order.

— Gin and tonic? — Y/N replied without knowing exactly what drinks were on the club's menu.

Yuta passed her order on to the Zen'in and stood next to Y/N for a few minutes before telling her that he was going to go to the dance floor and "be back in a few minutes". It was not a few minutes, obviously. And gradually Y/N began to feel out of place, although she tried to move her body from side to side in an attempt to fit in with the rhythm of the loud music. Where was Mai? And Maki? Where were the drinks Okkotsu had said they would get?

The student sighed and looked at the dance floor. Maybe she could find Yuta in the middle of it? Thinking about it, she approached and began to find herself surrounded by people who didn't even notice her existence and ended up making her move according to the rhythm of the music, otherwise Y/N would be elbowed and shoved several times. The tactic was to move at the same speed as the people around her, and in a few minutes she felt so involved in those movements that she actually enjoyed dancing by herself on the dance floor. She even forgot about her initial goal of finding Yuta Okkotsu.

The experience was great, until she felt a set of hands land on her waist and the chest of someone insanely taller brush against her back:

— What a pretty girl we have here. — A low voice was heard close to her ear and a shiver ran down her back.

— Excuse me? — Y/N turned her head a little to the left, intending to look at whoever it was that was feeling entitled to lay hands on her.

Deep blue eyes were looking down at her slyly and in front of them were round sunglasses that certainly didn't serve much purpose in a closed environment like that nightclub. The owner of those eyes had hair as white as snow and a smug, self-centered smile decorating his lips.

— I didn't come here with the purpose of finding someone to fuck. — Y/N had his back to him completely turned, but not without first taking a good look at his clothes.

He was wearing a gray social shirt covered by a black social vest and a red tie decorating his neck and held by the same vest, on his hands were dark gloves that seemed to be made of leather. It looked like he was a predator just waiting to catch some easy female prey who was willing to be filled with cum in a room of dubious provenance in that club.

— Oh, pretty one, the best gifts are the unexpected ones, aren't they? — She didn't have to turn around to know that his smug grin had grown wider.

Dodging a girl who almost elbowed one of her arms, Y/N took a step back and felt something strangely hard brush against her lower back. It couldn't be this pervert's cock, could it? The girl felt her breathing quicken uncontrollably and, with her eyes, looked around for someone who could get her out of her twisted position, and then spoke in an irritated manner:

— Can you not rub your dick on me? It's disgusting. — In response, she heard a loud laugh that dripped with debauchery.

— Oh, baby, you're either very naive or very stupid. Maybe a little of both. That's not my dick, girl, that's my gun.

And then Y/N froze in the same place he was. A gun? How the hell did he get in there with that? Even if the neighborhood is not the most polished and refined in the world, there were still security guards at the front doors. Suddenly the girl felt strangely claustrophobic, as if the white-haired man was forbidding her to escape from a place whose movement was restricted. She looked around again and tried to find something she could use as a cunning excuse to escape from the sexual predator. If she thought of going to the bar claiming she was thirsty, he would probably accompany her saying he would buy her that round. If she thought about going back to the table where Maki, Mai and Yuta had originally left her, he would probably either follow her or not even let her out of there, besides none of the three must have been really expecting her to come back. And then her eyes met a sign where it was written in neon-colored letters "Toilet" in French.

— Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom. — Before giving him time to answer, the girl quickly extricated herself from the grip of his velvety hands on her waist and almost literally ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

As she approached the neon sign, she looked back just to make sure the man wasn't following her and ended up paying attention to that balcony reserved for VIP customers. There he was, the same guy with dark hair and even darker eyes that went by the name Getou Suguru, talking distractedly with a girl that Y/N didn't know who she was. His clothes looked strangely identical to the white-haired guy on the dance floor; the only difference was that while one's shirt was gray, the other's was white. As if his consciousness indicated to him that he was being watched, Getou looked around and eventually met her eyes. With a gesture of his right hand, he indicated to something that was somewhere behind her, as she turned to the side, she realized that it was to a flight of steps that logically led to the floor where the man was.

Y/N raised her eyebrows in a confused manner and flicked her wrist as if to say: "I don't have the VIP bracelet", and in response Getou just nodded and used his index and middle finger to call her toward him suggestively as if to say: "No worries, just come up". Swallowing dryly, she obeyed, climbed the steps and soon found herself walking down a long hallway filled with different doors, at the last door she saw Suguru's silhouette show itself and walked towards him. Inside the room she had just entered, there were several red neon lights that gave a mysterious and dangerous air to the room, several sofas of different shapes and sizes, and what seemed to be a personal bar. It was a room too big for too few people: there was only him, the girl he had been talking to before, and now Y/N.

— Can you leave us alone now, pretty one? — He asked the girl, who promptly nodded and walked to the exit without looking at the university student. — So, are you the kind of girl who prefers to be an innocent and studious girl during the week and on Saturday and Sunday to be some kind of slut? — Getou approached her after picking up one of the glasses from the coffee table and offered it to Y/N, who denied it with her head. — Trust me, there is nothing illicit in the glass.

— I'd rather not drink tonight, I'll have to take care of my drunk friends when we get home.

— I see. Why don't you sit with me for a few minutes, then? If it won't make you uncomfortable.

Y/N agreed silently and sat on the edge of one of the comfortable sofas in the middle of the room while Getou leaned lazily against the coffee table there.

— I didn't expect to find you here today. — Y/N commented without first thinking too carefully about the words that came out of her mouth.

— I can say the same, but it was a nice surprise, actually. — He took a sip from the glass he had originally offered the girl, took a cigarette and a lighter from one of his trouser pockets, and after lighting it took a long drag.

Getou stared at Y/N's face, who felt embarrassed and looked down at her feet feeling like a bratty child in front of an adult about to lecture you, and then he let his eyes wander down her bare legs. “What color panties was she wearing?", he wondered mentally, and took short strides in her direction to continue to make her feel trapped.

— Why don't you relax a little, huh, dear? — Getou stood in front of her and, using his index finger, lifted her chin up. — I won't do anything you don't want me to, understand? — A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he leaned over until his face was level with hers.

Suddenly the door to the room opened with a loud bang, and Y/N, startled, looking as if she had awakened from a trance, looked in the direction of that entrance while Suguru continued to concentrate on looking at the girl. In fact, he seemed irritated that they had interrupted him.

— I can't believe I lost sight of that girl, she was hot. — Was it... the same white haired man as before? But this time he was also holding a cigarette between his gloved fingers. — Oi, Getou!

— Why are you looking at him? — Suguru pulled Y/N's head toward him so that she could look at him again. — Don't look at him, just look at me.

— I don't believe it. — The white-haired man walked over as he took a drag on his cigarette. — I've been going crazy looking for this girl and you put your filthy hands on her?

— She's the girl I told you about yesterday, Gojo, you imbecile. — Getou complained. — What the fuck do you want?

— Her, obviously. — Gojo retorted, sitting down next to Y/N who instinctively pulled away, but a firm grip on one of her thighs from the white haired man's hands kept her in place. — Then we can pick up where we left off down there.

— You... — Y/N grabbed his wrist without knowing exactly whether or not she wanted him to continue exploring her legs and intimacy.  

Gojo's earlier squeeze seemed to have sent electric wires of pleasure exactly in the direction of her pussy, and Getou's hot breath close to her neck and face was making her more aroused and excited than she would like to admit, even though earlier the white-haired man had approached her in an indecent manner in the middle of the dance floor. Stripping herself of any remnants of shame, Y/N guided his hand past the hem of her black dress to let his fingertips brush against the bottom of her panties, yet throughout that process her eyes remained staring into Suguru's:

— What if I wanted you both, at the same time?

— What a dirty girl. — Gojo whispered as his lips slid up her neck, leaving light bites on her immaculate skin.

Although he didn't respond, Getou put one hand on the couch behind her and pulled her face into a deep, messy kiss that tasted of tobacco and whiskey. His tongue brushed against her lips, asking permission to enter her mouth, and just as both tongues began to curl around each other, the white-haired man removed the glove from one of his hands, pulled her panties aside and massaged her clit in precise, hurried circles. She could melts just from him using his fingertips to stimulate that pile of sensitive nerves. He began to build an alternating rhythm between quick thrusts, scissor motions and finger bending to reach that specific internal spot that made Y/N give up controlling her moans and end up moaning into the lips of the dark haired man whose hands were on her breasts squeezing and massaging them until he felt her nipples stiffen beneath her bra and dress.

Satoru increased the speed of his now three long fingers inside her and after one particularly deeper movement, Y/N ended up licking them all with the slightly transparent liquid of the apex of her arousal. Her uncontrolled breathing gave no indication that it would normalize as Getou pulled her dress up and let it fall in disuse to the floor and the other man withdrew his fingers from inside her. Looking away, her eyes watched as Gojo moved slightly away to remove something from her waist, and again she felt a shiver run down her back.

So he really wasn't joking or lying when he said he carried a gun with him. Was it loaded? Although she didn't know the answer to that question, Y/N noticed her pussy twitching around nothing as she watched the white-haired man swing the gun amusedly in front of her face. Her fear turned him on, turned him on so much that he was considering the idea of pulling her by the hip and just sitting her on his cock without any trace of mercy.

— What? — Gojou whispered debauchedly. — Does the idea of being fucked by a gun turn you on, slut? — He didn't wait for her answer and began to slide a condom down the barrel of the gun he had picked up from one of his back pockets.

— Actually, no. — It was a lie from her and all three of them knew it.

— You liar. — He flashed a smirk as he slid the gun down the girl's torso and after placing it in front of her vaginal entrance, began to rub it against that sensitive spot, managing to elicit broken moans from Y/N.

Getou wrapped one hand in her hair and pulled her face down to the same height as his waist.

— You're exactly the kind of girl I like, maybe I should keep you as my personal toy from now on. — The dark-haired man remarked as he unzipped his pants. — The kind of girl who looks decent during the day and at night likes to be fucked by two gangsters. You are so delicate that Gojo could easily break you just by using his fingers. — He pulled his cock out of his panties and brushed it against her saliva-soaked lips. — You already know what you have to do, don't you?

Taking advantage of Suguru's distraction of his cock entering your mouth, Satoru entered you using only the handle of his gun and instinctively you choked on Getou's cock and forcefully closed one of your hands around Gojo's wrist. In reality, Y/N didn't expect that the latter was going to invade you without warning first.

— Come on, be a good slut for me. Cum for me again. — Gojo pushed the object deeper inside you and got in response the beautiful image of you rolling your eyes and loosening the previous grip on his wrist.

As Getou moved inside her mouth, the other lighter haired man began a fairly fast rhythm against the inside of her pussy. As soon as the former was making "going" movements and slamming the head of his cock against her throat, the latter was making the opposite "coming" movements. It didn't take long before you were a slobbering mess, almost their fuck doll.

After having you cum faster than the first time that night because of your heightened sensitivity, Getou forced himself out of your mouth before cumming directly in your throat, pushed Gojo aside to make him remove the gun from inside you, and guided you toward the center table in the room. After pressing your breasts against the cold surface of the table and earning a loud groan from the temperature difference between your warm body and the icy glass, he pulled your waist up and spread your legs to get a good view of your pussy twitching around nothing. Even after two orgasms in a row, Y/N still seemed to want more. "So greedy", he thought as he bent over her back and glued his lips to one of her ears:

— Should I go faster or slower with you now, pretty one? — His hands slid down her chest until they reached her waist and slid his cock in front of her pussy.

— Whatever you want, Getou. — She answered, trying to control her breathing.

— Great answer. — He gave her a satisfied smile and entered her slowly.

As Gojo lazily got up from the couch and knelt on the table to unbutton his pants, Suguru began a rhythm of his hips in which he thrust hard into her pussy and then slowly pulled out of her to feel her walls deliciously embracing the full length of his cock. Satoru got rid of all her clothes, including her undergarments, removed the last remaining glove from one of her hands and put his fingers through Y/N's tangled hair.

— Open your mouth, nasty whore. — And the order was obeyed within seconds of the girl's brain understanding what she was told to do.

Gojo began to fuck the girl's face feeling his own climax approaching faster and faster each time Y/N choked on his cock. Seeing her with tears filling the corner of her eyes turned him on more than he would like or could admit. The very moment his attention landed on her body on the dance floor of that club, he knew he would want to fuck her until they were both so tired they could barely stand up.

One of Getou's hands left her waist to slide down to stimulate her clit in precise circular motions while his hips continued to thrust erratically against hers.

— I am going to cum inside you the way I know you would like me to and after that, you are going to become my favorite fuck doll, understand? — Suguru asked with a thrust that was particularly stronger than the previous ones.

Y/N nodded positively in a desperate way without taking her tearful eyes off Gojo's beautiful deep blue orbs. She felt like she was fucking an angel and a demon and ironically the infernal being was kinder to her than the celestial one.

Without a warning, Satoru came inside the girl's mouth and gestured for her to swallow, not that she was even thinking about the possibility of spending his cum by spitting it out. After that, Getou wrapped his right hand around the girl's neck pulling her body upward aiming to reach deeper points inside her in the new arched position while his left continued to stimulate her clit.

Y/N's third orgasm hit her hard and made her legs wobble enough that Suguru had to hold her tightly to keep her from falling against the glass of the table. With a few more thrusts, he eventually filled her insides and pulled out of her slowly only to see his cum coming out of the young woman's sensitive entrance. He could get used to that sight.

Getou pulled away and let his own body fall against the nearest couch in the room.

— Fuck! — Y/N put his hands on the table and looked from Gojo to Getou. — What time is it? — Her whole body ached and, ironically, she didn't care much about it at the moment.

— Why is this important? You could stay with us for the rest of the evening. — Gojo smiled pretentiously.

— No, thanks, my body is already hurting too much.

— We could be gentler next time. — Getou looked at her suggestively.

— Maybe some other time, for the rest of today I just want to go home, shower, and sleep.

— Did you come to this club alone? — Suguru asked, to which Y/N shook her head negatively. — So where are your colleagues?

— Downstairs, that's why I asked what time it is, to know if I should go downstairs to leave with them.

— Why don't we take you home, huh? — Gojo suggested.

— No, thanks, I don't want to arrive at my shared apartment with two girls with two strange men of questionable character.

— You weren't worried about our character when you were letting us use almost all of your holes. — Satoru retorted and Y/N suddenly cringed against herself in shame.

— Shut the fuck up. — The girl complained, getting up and starting to gather her own clothes.

— No, I'll take that. — Getou reached for her panties on the floor before her.

— What? You want me to come home without my own panties?

— Yes, so that everyone will know what a great slut you are. — He replied, flashing a wicked smile. — I want you to feel my cum dripping down your thighs on the way home.

— You pretentious fucker. — Y/N commented giving him an ugly look and Gojo couldn't suppress a loud laugh.

— Anyways, pretty one, I still don't know your name, so maybe I'll still go to Mei Mei's bookstore to meet you on Friday. Maybe I'll take this idiot with me. — Suguru gestured to his white-haired colleague.

— And maybe I won't go to work that day so that I don't have to see your face again.

— The three of us know that you are lying. — Getou muttered, smiling sideways.

[darlingmulti]

Yes, Chef (Chef!Seokjin x Waitress! Y/N)

Description-

You work as a waitress in a crummy restaurant in the middle of hick-ville. One day, a handsome new chef comes in and changes the scenery. Chef Jin is hot and talented and you immediately fall head over heels for him. Despite his good looks, the two of you don't get along. There is never a moment where the two of you don't fight. One night after you clock out, your grabbed, and end up in the back room... pressed against Jin's hot body? Will your fantasy finally become reality?

Pairing- Chef!Seokjin X Waitress!Y/N

Rating- 18+

Word count- 10.3k

Genre- smut, angst, slice of life, romance, fluff, enemies to lovers

Warnings- choking, degradation, teasing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of force, fingering, heavy clit play, nipple play, overstimulation, begging, marking, scratching, biting, masturbation, squirting, praise, spanking, groping, tummy bulge, swearing, hate sex

Playlist-

Grind me Down (Jawster Remix) by Jawster, Liliana Wilde

Flesh by Simon Curtis

Eager by AK diorr., BM

Go Fuck yourself by Two Feet

Piano by Max Changmin

Note-

Shoutout to my bestie @evie3511 for beta reading and helping with the summary!

Teaser-

“You were very bad today…” he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.

“I-I’m sorry?” you whimpered.

“You just keep fighting with me.” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldn’t understand.

“You keep fighting with me,” You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasn’t one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.

He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, “I want you so bad,” He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.

Before you could think you were replying, “I want you too,” the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.

You leaned tiredly against the cooler in the kitchen at work, eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled aimlessly through your instagram feed. Work had been an absolute nightmare today, though slow there were several tiny rushes throughout the day, and just when you thought you could leave one of the servers called in.

The managers had begged you to stay, citing how you were the best server, and they couldn’t possibly do it without you. After agreeing now all you could do was regret it, even if you might make some extra money it just wasn’t really worth it to you with how tired you were… not to mention dealing with people… ew.

“Y/N!!!” Your close friend, Jessie, could be heard squealing from across the kitchen excitedly, running over and grabbing your arm, “Did you hear the news??”

“What news?” You asked curiously, looking up lazily from your phone and raising your eyebrows.

“There’s a new cook!! He’s upstairs right now apparently!” She exclaimed, eyes shining brightly at the prospect of fresh meat. This was a restaurant after all, the majority of employees were female, any man was sized up by all of the girls as soon as he crossed the threshold. You tried your best not to do that, having given up on the prospect of meeting any good guys here. No matter what there was always a prettier server, or the guy had some fatal flaw, sometimes he didn’t even stay for more than a couple weeks.

“Oh wow,” you said, unenthused, your eyes trailing back to your phone screen, thumb poised to resume scrolling.

“I’ve heard he’s suuuuper hot, and- get this, he’s foreign!” She squealed excitedly, jumping up and down like a child.

“Jessie, come on. Why would a foreigner want to come work here? Who told you he was hot??” You asked, looking back up to indulge your dramatic friend.

“I don't know why, but he’s definitely foreign.. Well he apparently lived in Korea for a couple years.” she said thoughtfully, and then looked back to you to answer the next question, “He was here a couple days ago to get shown around, Elaina told me all about him. I guess she got to talk with him a little bit, she said he’s hot.”

Elaina was the restaurant's biggest slut, always finding new guys to screw. If it didn’t work out with one it wasn’t a problem, there was always another one. It was no surprise she had gotten to talking with the new guy, she would probably hop on his dick as soon as he walked through the d-

Your brain seemed to malfunction as you heard the kitchen door opening and looked up to see one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen in your entire life walk into the kitchen.

The first thing you noticed was how tall he was, the second was his insane body proportions. His shoulders were broad and strong, while his waist was kind of small and tapered. His eyes were chocolatey brown, wide and shining, they had a mischievous glint in them. His skin was incredibly clear and a gorgeous golden brown that you had never seen on any of the boys in this nasty town. It was about ninety-nine percent hick country, so seeing a man like this in person was a dream come true.

His hair was pure black and shining, but he quickly covered it with a chef's hat. He was wearing the regular chefs outfit, black jeans and a loose fitting black chefs coat, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing firm and strong forearms that flexed as he followed one of the other cooks behind the line. He didn’t look nervous in the slightest, in fact he exuded confidence.

“Hey!” Jessie whispered and elbowed you rather hard in the ribs, bringing you back to reality and sending your phone flying out of your hands and onto the floor.

“Seriously!” you exclaimed, trying to act natural as you walked a couple feet to get your phone, glaring at Jessie who was watching you with knowing eyes.

“You were staring so hard dude, your mouth was wide open too!” She giggled and you glanced back at the man who had just come in, grateful he hadn’t seemed to notice you and Jessie just yet.

You shoved her irritably, “Shut up!” you muttered. You turned briskly to walk out of the kitchen, wanting to get away from her teasing and from the handsome man. Your face was getting hot the more you replayed seeing him.

He had plump lips, high cheekbones, a defined nose bridge, strong eyebrows, he was literally perfect.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” one of your coworkers said as you grabbed a cup absently, wanting to drink some water.

“Oh?” you said absently, acting confused by the statement. You scanned the restaurant. There was only one table in the whole place right now, the rest of the crew would be here any moment, and you were looking at a hopefully busy Saturday evening.

You finished filling your cup and began sipping from it thoughtfully, your mind still on that perfect man. What was his name? What was he like? What did he look like under those loose chefs clothes?

“Excuse me,” you heard a soft, unfamiliar voice say behind you.

You looked up and behind you and could barely contain your shock. That perfect man was inches away from you, locking eyes with you. You wanted to look into them forever, but you thankfully had the sense to pull your eyes away, “Ah, sorry.” You apologized quickly, stepping to the side to let him get to the water gun.

“It’s alright, I’m Jin,” he introduced, holding out his large and gorgeous hand to shake. His fingers were long and slender, and his veins stuck out slightly on the backs of his hands, his nails were trimmed and clean too.

You stared at his hand for one second too long, causing him to raise an eyebrow but you raised your comparatively small hand to shake his, watching it disappear within his warm hand.

Wow… his skin was so soft. Was this guy really a cook? His forearms were completely unmarred, no burns whatsoever.

“I-I’m Y/N.” You introduced. Your voice came out squeaky and anxious sounding- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you cursed internally. He probably thought you were a baby talking that way.

“Nice to meet you… That’s a pretty name.” He complimented and smiled at you sweetly, making your heart rate pick up. This man was dazzling! You couldn’t help but think it should be illegal to look this good.

“Thanks!” you said, sounding weird even in your own ears, you should get away before you embarrass yourself further, but he was standing right here looking at you, it would be a waste to walk away now.

“Is Jin short for something?” you asked, feeling dumb as the words left your lips.

“My full name is Kim Seokjin, well it’s Seokjin Kim here.” he corrected, “But I go by Jin since it’s easier for everyone,” he chuckled softly at your dumbfounded expression.

“O-oh, that’s cool.” you stuttered out, “So… that’s korean?” you questioned. That’s right, you encouraged yourself, keep the ball rolling.

He nodded affirmatively, “I was born there.” he stated.

“Oh that’s cool! Why are you all the way over here, then?” you asked.

“My parents have been out here a couple years now, they’re getting older, figured I should come live around here and take care of them. I saw an ad online for a sous chef position so I figured I would apply.”

“Well… that’s nice of you.. I’m uh- glad you’re here.” you said, and smiled what you hoped was a nice smile, and not too awkward.

He snickered and shook his head, “Well thanks!” he said and started to walk back to the kitchen. You were about to follow him when you heard an annoying sing-song voice behind you.

“Hello~~~!! You must be Jin!!”

‘There goes Elaina,’ you thought as her sickly sweet smelling perfume hit your nose as she walked past you. She went up and tapped the large man's shoulder, grinning as she confidently introduced herself.

You sighed and walked away to the counter in the middle of the restaurant, leaning your head dejectedly on your arm. You would give anything to have more time to talk with him… but with all the other girls it would probably be impossible. He certainly wouldn’t pay you much attention once he got a look at all the other damsels that worked here… Even with your lack of hope though, your eyes travelled to your hand where you could still feel the warmth of his wrapped around yours. It couldn’t hurt to dream…

~~~~

The dinner rush was in full swing, you were juggling six tables, the kitchen was backed up with orders, and the restaurant was packed with people, conversations echoing off the walls as the printer at the bar went off almost nonstop. The bartender was cranking out drinks for the servers like crazy.

“Excuse me ma’am, how much longer on my order!” One of your particularly annoying tables called, snapping her fingers at you as you were rushing by with dirty plates to take to the back.

“Not much longer, miss.” you replied hastily and offered an apologetic smile.

“Can you check? Did you even put it in?”

“Of course I can! So sorry, miss!” you said and smiled before turning away, your expression dropping immediately. What did she think you were doing carrying all these dirty plates? Of course you would check if you were going in the kitchen, that was literally just common sense.

You came back into the kitchen, briskly kicking the door open and setting the plates down before striding down to the ticket line where the expo was plating whatever food he could and shouting at the cooks for more fries.

Jin was sauteeing something and the other two cooks were hard at work on the grill, fryers, and salad station. Jin’s expertise was obvious, even in a new environment he was shining.

“Hey how long on this ticket,” you muttered to the expo. You wished you could stare at Jin all night long, but you had customers to please, and besides you had already given up on your fantasies about him. The most your relationship would amount to would be casual friendship, if even that.

Yours was actually second in the line and as the expo looked it over, he realized only one thing was missing and it was actually on Jin’s side.

“Hey Jin, do you have the tostadas coming?” He called.

“Tostadas?” Jin called back, looking up in confusion at the expo, his brow was furrowed and sweat was dripping down his temples. Fuck. How could you focus on anything with him being THAT fine. Some of the other servers had come in to pine over the line and agonize over how hot the new chef was.

Yet even his hotness couldn’t distract as he said, “I don’t have a ticket for that.” and turned around flippantly.

“What do you mean?” The expo called, grabbing the ticket and pushing it across the shelf for Jin, who turned around to take it, looking it over intently.

“I made that already.” he argued, and pushed the ticket back at the expo, again turning away to continue his sautee job. You could feel your blood beginning to boil, and there was the fatal flaw. He might be a good cook, but he had a shitty attitude.

“Well we don’t have it!” You interrupted loudly, “I need tostadas ASAP!”

“Are you the expo?” He asked calmly, cocking an eyebrow at you. Ugh, he was so hot even being as big of a dick as he was being.

‘Don’t get sidetracked, you have a job to do,’ you thought to yourself.

“No, but who cares? Make me my tostadas!”

Jin rolled his eyes and pointedly turned away as the expo finished the first order and called out tiredly, “Jin can you please make me an order for tostadas ASAP?”

“Of course I can,” he said and glared at you before turning back around to continue.

“Glad to know we have another asshole cook on the team!” You called childishly, making the other waitresses gasp. You went back out on the floor without a care to go deal with the rest of your tables, and reassure your woman that her food was in fact coming up. This wasn’t going to be fun.

~~~~

The night had finally slowed to a stop and you were getting ready to leave for the evening, printing your reports and organizing all of your checks at a table. As you were sitting you heard a voice coming from around the wall between the booth and the server station, and paused at the sound of your name.

“She’s always like that, you’re not an asshole.” Elaina was saying, her voice that annoying, honey sweet tone she took with men she was trying to impress.

“I won’t let any servers walk all over me,” Jin was heard saying, sounding nonchalant.

“Oh of course not!! You shouldn’t!! She’s a bitch because she’s jealous. She has always been the le-”

“Sorry, but I’m not here to gossip or talk crap. Thank you for the encouragement though,” Jin could be heard cutting her off, before you heard the door to the kitchen creak open as he walked away from her. You sighed and rolled your eyes, at least Elaina’s plan to use you as a tool to get with him didn’t work.

You were certainly bitchy earlier, that you would admit, but he didn’t help the situation either acting the way he did. You finished doing your report and slid out of the booth tiredly, it didn’t matter, tomorrow was another day…

~~~~

Situations like the one that night seemed to happen all too frequently between you and Jin despite your best efforts. You really didn’t want to fight with him, he was unbearably attractive, smart, a good cook, and his voice was like silk, yet every night seemed to be a new battle.

First it was french fries taking too long, next it was the steak being overcooked, and the next it was an item rang in wrong, it was all trivial but it just seemed to add up. Everyday you saw him it became more and more tense between you two, you hated it, because despite all of that you were crushing on him. Not only was he hot, but he could be incredibly sweet at times. Plus he was so cute, and his jokes were hilarious. He never told them to you, but every time you heard them you couldn’t help but giggle at the stupidity of them.

Your work day was starting off shitty, as was normal. Jin hadn’t said hello to you when you came in, two servers called off, and the restaurant was in shambles when you arrived. Not to mention it was eighty-five degrees outside, you hadn’t slept well, and you had had a large fight with your parents before leaving for work.

It was a dumb fight,just more nagging from them about your life. It seemed like nothing you did was good enough. You were trying your best... At times you just felt like you were fighting an uphill battle. Today you had no energy to fight with Jin, and you certainly weren’t prepared for the dinner rush.

It was the wing bar that night. The crowd came in a tidal wave of people, more than you or any of your coworkers had expected or been prepared for and within the first hour you were so swamped you didn’t know what to do. You simply couldn’t keep up with everything that was happening.

Food, checks, orders, tables, greeting, running, pre-bussing, it was all too much for you, especially with the heat and the tiredness. Food was coming out at a decent rate thankfully, but one table just simply could not be satisfied.

You were feeling worse and worse as the time ticked by, and had no fight left in you to deal with difficult entitled customers, but duty called.

“Ma’am, ma’am come here!” You heard and couldn’t help but sigh at the familiar obnoxious voice. You knew this table would be a problem when they had first complained about the bugs outside, and then returned a drink because it ‘definitely wasn’t made right’, what could it possibly be now?

You turned around hesitantly and put on your best invested, and apologetic smile, their food had been dropped by the runner probably a couple minutes ago now, all mostly wings.

“What can I do for you?” You asked, faking sweetness while inside you were cursing at this nasty woman and her teenagers.

“I don’t know what kind of restaurant this is, but the food and the service here is just unacceptable.”

“I’m… sorry?” You said, unable to hide how taken aback you were. What was she even talking about?

“First of all, this is cold!” she pushed her ribs away in disgust, “These wings are cold, everything is COLD! Second, this place is filthy and obviously not being run properly. Look at you! You can’t seem to get it together for the life of you, and you should take something for all that sweating you’re doing. This has been horrendous!!” She exclaimed again and leaned back with a huff, arms crossing over her chest.

You weren’t sure what to say. Usually, you would offer to have the food remade but it didn’t feel worth it to you. You could feel your eyes growing hot and your hands were balling up, “I’m so sorry. I’ll go get my manager.” You said and walked away briskly, even as she shouted for you to come back. A few of your other tables looked at you sympathetically as you went inside and beelined to the kitchen, feeling frustration as your tears spilled over freely as soon as the door opened.

“M-Miles!” You stuttered out meekly at your manager who was currently helping expo, he immediately looked up hearing your weak voice, eyes widening.

“Y/n, what happened?”

“M-my table is r-really upset right now and I- I think you should go talk to them,” you said, barely managing to get out your words as you felt tiny sobs going through you. You were so tired of everything right now. It was one thing to have a table yell about food, but to also insult you in front of your face was painful and humiliating.

“About what? Which table?” he prodded, rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort you.

“Table eighty three,” you sniffled, “She said that, that the food was cold and that I was terrible and yeah… just please go out there.”

“Okay, okay, just take a breather, drink some water.” He said and quickly stepped out to go and talk with the furious table.

You groaned and wiped at your face, feeling your embarrassment only growing as Jin came from behind the line with a water bottle, “Come here,” he ordered and placed a hand on the small of your back while handing you the water bottle and leading you to the walk in cooler.

You didn’t even have enough sense to question why he was being nice to you, your head was pounding and you were overly aware of how hot and wet you were. Not to mention you were pretty much sobbing right now, despite your best efforts to hold it together.

“Drink the water,” He said calmly as he opened the cooler and led you inside, the feeling of cold air against your body was an intense relief, it helped you physically, but you were still reeling over everything. Even now you felt like you needed to run and take care of all of the tables you weren’t at right now. The rush was close to done but it was still upon you.

You did as you were told though, breaking the seal and sipping from it. As soon as the cool liquid touched your lips you realized how thirsty you were and drank from it messily, closing your eyes and leaning your head back, hearing the bottle crinkle up as you took in every last drop of it before your hand fell to your side. You used your free hand to wipe at your face, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

“Better?” Jin asked, leaning against one of the shelves with an almost amused expression.

You had forgotten he was standing there watching you and your eyes flitted away from his face just as soon as they had gone there. You nodded quietly, chewing your lip, trying to calm your racing heart. It was amazing what the cold and water could do for you, you thought.

“You need to take better care of yourself,” he chastised, moving closer and rather suddenly reaching out and cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand. You looked up, dumbfounded. One hand subconsciously came up to touch his arm while your hand holding the water bottle crinkled it loudly. “You’re obviously having a hard time, and you aren’t drinking enough water… no matter how busy it is you come first.”

You nodded quietly, still unsure of what to do about his hand.

“I didn’t bother you today right?” he asked, leaning ever so slightly closer, you could make out the flecks of gold in his brown eyes at this angle, and his skin was flawless.

“N-no,” you squeaked out.

“I notice a lot more than you think I do…” he said, and you bit your lip feeling his hand fall carelessly against your side, fitting against you almost too well. You felt a tingle in your breasts, and just knew that if you were to look now both nipples would be hard and pressing against your bra. You were grateful you wore a padded one today.

“L-like what?”

“I knew you were upset as soon as you walked in.”

“Oh…?”

He brought his thumb gently across your lips, “These pretty lips were frowning, and those eyes barely even looked at me…” he whispered. You could clearly hear your heart pounding in your ears. What was happening right now?

“You were much too quiet… if you ever have any problems I’m always willing to help you out.”

You gasped as he tilted your head up to look into his eyes, “Do you got that?”

You nodded dumbly, biting the inside of your lip as your eyes moved down to his plush lips, appreciating the smoothness of his face. You really wanted to reach up to touch it, maybe it wouldn’t hu-

“Chef!”

The two of you jumped apart and you immediately turned and grabbed your forehead, acting miserable.

“Yes?” He asked. His voice was icy as he turned around to face Elaina, who was standing in the doorway looking slightly confused and frazzled.

“Sorry to interrupt… They need you back on the line. The others can’t keep up.” She said.

He nodded and looked back at you, “You all right?”

You nodded quickly, not feeling confident enough to speak.

“Come out when you’re ready.” He said and walked out, shutting the cooler behind him.

You let out a soft gasp of air that you hadn’t realized you had been holding, your whole body zinging with energy… if he could make you feel this way with such a simple touch, imagine how he could make you feel…

You shook your head quickly, ridding yourself of those thoughts. He was just being nice, that was it. It was never going to happen.

You spent a couple more minutes inside, calming down before you finally stepped out to finish the evening off right.

~~~~

A couple days later, and you were still thinking about that night in the cooler. You replayed it in your head multiple times during the day. Whenever you masturbated you thought heavily of him inside you, of his eyes boring into yours, of his honey sweet voice in your ear whispering your name.

You thought about Jin for at least seventy five percent of your days, even when you were off all you could think of was him.

“Y/N, you have a table at thirty three.”

You immediately snapped out of your thoughts and looked up at the host before leaving the kitchen to get the table started. It was slow today, besides Jin there was one other cook working. It was supposed to be an easy table- that was until they complained about the menu, and then basically tried to modify something into a completely new thing. You did your best to be polite and said you would ask the chef about accommodating them. You walked in nervously, and called out, “Hey, Jin?”

“Yes?” He asked, looking up from the sandwich he was cutting in half.

You shyly listed off the modifications, and he stared at you with an annoyed expression, cocking an eyebrow as you finished, “Are you actually serious?”

You nodded slowly. His attitude was getting you angry already.

“Well, first of all we don’t have cucumbers, you know that. Second, we don’t have seasoning to blacken a fucking salmon, you also know that. Third, I can’t even respond to the rest because it’s honestly not worth my time. Use your brain,” He said flippantly.

How was he the same person as the one in the cooler that time?

What was his problem?

“Are you done now?” You asked, immediately catching an attitude. Just because he was hot didn’t mean he could talk to you like that.

“Excuse me?” He asked, looking up through his gorgeous lashes dangerously.

“Are you done being a dick? I’m just doing my job, which is to satisfy my customers. Your job is to answer my questions, not give me snobby replies and act like a prick.”

“My job is to cook food, not cater to your needs. Quit wasting my time, and go take care of your idiot table.” he ordered.

“Will you make my order?”

“Is it going to have stupid modifications that I can’t fulfill, if so, then no. If you’re going to keep being a bitch then I also won’t be making your order. Quit wasting your time.”

You huffed angrily, and the two of you began going back and forth insulting each other, growing louder and louder until your manager came in to calm the situation and split you guys up. You huffed angrily, cheeks red, and practically ran from the kitchen to ring in your ridiculous and ���stupid’ order. Now you didn’t care if they couldn’t do it. They would do it.

~~~~~

The rest of the evening after the fight was tense, and you were grateful that when you left Jin was nowhere to be seen. In the end, they had made the order almost perfectly, and the table left happily so you supposed that was all that mattered.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the fight though, you had both said some pretty bad things. You wondered if you guys could ever really get along.

You were walking quietly down the empty employee halls heading to the clock out, it was late since you had got stuck doing extra side work, so everyone had mostly gone home for the night.

You were mid sigh when you felt a large hand clasp over your mouth while a strong arm snaked around your waist and pulled you into one of the side boiler rooms, causing a muffled shriek to leave your lips as the person kicked the door open and you heard a familiar silky voice say, “Shh, behave.”

You froze and blinked, looking around the low lit and frankly dirty room. There were a couple machines running that were always on, running the building, resonating with a persistent hum.

You struggled violently to get out of Jin’s strong grip but he only held tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arm, hand firmly over your mouth until you finally gave up with an indignant groan. You knew it was Jin, but that was it. Your stomach was churning with anxiety and anticipation as he held you tightly in his grasp against his hot body. Your head at his chest.

“Are you done?” he whispered coolly against your ear, his tone slightly mocking.

You shuddered and nodded.

“I’m gonna move my hand, if you scream you’ll really be sorry.” he threatened.

Did you have a reason to scream? You wondered.

Sure Jin was being strange, but there was nothing to be worried about… right?

As his hand slid away you quickly asked, “What are you doing?”

He was silent for a while, wrapping his now free arm tightly around you in an iron like bind. Both of his arms were pressing against your chest, and you could feel your heart racing against your rib cage the longer he stood silently holding you.

“You were very bad today…” he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.

“I-I’m sorry?” you whimpered.

“You just keep fighting with me.” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldn’t understand.

“You keep fighting with me,” You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasn’t one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.

He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, “I want you so bad,” He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.

Before you could think you were replying, “I want you too,” the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.

You tilted your head back to allow better access and then felt a zing of new fear go through you.

No. This was bad. This was very bad you needed to get away. You were literally at work, in a back hall where anyone could just walk in… Maybe had you been somewhere else this would be more appropriate?

“Are you insane?” You gasped, suddenly trying to jerk away again, pulling your head away from his lips.

“Are you?” He asked and pushed one of his arms down around your waist, driving your ass back into his center where you could feel his rising excitement. This couldn't be happening. His other hand easily found purchase on your breasts, groping you over your shirt and bra. You moaned out involuntarily at the friction and then bit your lip to try and quiet yourself.

Were you dreaming?

“That’s right you fucking whore… this is what you wanted all along hm?”

“W-what are you talking about?” you panted. It was embarrassing how you felt right now. You wanted to get away, you wanted to get out right now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to struggle… your body would never forgive you for wasting this chance.

“Do you like to tease me?” he asked, and the hand that had been on your breast suddenly was wrapping around your throat as he pushed your head up and back against his shoulder, causing you to squeak as his eyes met yours.

Oh fuck.

You tried to shake your head, but you were totally incompacitated with his hand wrapped around you like this. The hand around your waist slithered up and he began quickly undoing the buttons on your uniform.

You weakly began to struggle, suddenly feeling anxiety shoot through you. You had just finished working, what if you were gross? A sick part of you wanted this, craved it, but the rational part of you was screaming at you to get out of there.

His hand eased on your throat only slightly and you gasped for air, causing him to laugh cruelly before he released your throat and turned you around to face him, his eyes were filled with desire and lust. It caught you so off guard you didn’t even have time to react before he was forcing you against the wall.

“I know you want me.” he said softly, strong arms caging you in on either side.

“I- I don’t know what you’re t-”

He cut you off by aggressively pressing his lips against yours, one hand grabbing your chin while the other began kneading your breast again, making you gasp and moan as his warm lips moved against yours. At first you tried to pull away, to stop the kiss, but his mouth felt so soft and his touch felt so good you couldn’t help yourself. Your eyes fluttered closed and one hand came up to grab the arm that was raised against your cheek.

A part of you knew this was wrong, and you knew that a normal person would be afraid of this large man, but you weren’t. You were completely overpowered with lust that had been stewing ever since he had walked through those doors.

Who cared if someone walked in? A part of you wished someone would.

Who cared if you weren’t in pristine condition? He clearly didn’t.

His hands found your legs and you let out a shocked squeak as he lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist while your back leaned against the wall. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck as well and he smiled down at your shocked expression.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he breathed as his nimble fingers took up unbuttoning your shirt again.

“M-me too,” you stuttered earnestly, already a desperate and needy mess, especially with the slight pressure of him against your core.

“Really,” he said, his voice lowering and one of his eyebrows cocking up in an enthused expression.

You were about to reply, but his hands were suddenly cupping your bra clad chest, squeezing slightly. You moaned embarrassingly, throwing your head back against the wall as he teased you.

“This is pretty,” He commented, his finger trailing down the outside of your lacy bra.

“Th-thanks,” You stuttered.

“Did you wear it hoping I might see it?” He asked, his hands cupping your breasts again as his dark eyes met yours in the halflight.

You remembered all the times you put on your work outfit you would wonder if Jin would like it. You had wondered if his hands would ever move to unclasp your bra and do all the things you could only fantasize about.

You nodded slightly and he smirked, before his hands were coming behind your back and skillfully unclasping the bra. A part of you wondered how many times he had done this before tonight, but you didn’t really care. He was yours for the night, so what did it matter?

As your bra was loosened he easily slid his hands under it to grope you much easier, his large hands cupping them. You pushed your head against the wall, biting your lip to stifle the moans that were bubbling at your lips. His fingers skillfully found your already hard nipples, running back and forth over them. With each touch of his hand arousal shot through your core.

“J-Jin,” you whimpered as he rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers.

“Yes my dear,” he asked, eyes boring into you.

“W-what if someone sees?” You asked, your breath was coming out faster as he began to play more roughly with your nipples, occasionally groping your chest insistently.

“Hmm… then I guess they’ll know how much of a slut you actually are behind that bitchy exterior,” he said. You huffed as he was suddenly attacking your neck again, trailing to bite your shoulder and collarbone, irritably pushing the fabric of your button up aside.

“F-fuck,” you whispered, shuddering as he began sucking on a spot just below your collarbone, hands still working gracefully on your chest. You could feel the growing wetness of your panties, and you were becoming needy. Unfortunately, Jin had no intentions of rushing the time he had with you, taking his time leaving an array of bruises just below your collarbones, hands still groping your chest.

His mouth finally found yours and as you kissed he helped you get your shirt off the rest of the way, and then gently lowered your feet to the ground to remove your bra as well. You kissed him back feverishly as his hands found your hips, holding them within his massive hand as your mouth opened with his, deepening the already sloppy kiss.

One of his hands went back to your breast, flicking over your nipple and making you squeak against his lips. He chuckled and pulled away, licking his lips as he looked at you standing topless before him.

You felt suddenly exposed but you couldn’t think too much as he was suddenly bringing his head down and gripping one of your breasts, guiding his hot mouth to your nipple. You gasped and shuddered at the feeling of his wet tongue against you, practically lying against the wall as he worked his magic on you, teasing your body cruelly.

You let out a startled gasp as he suddenly slapped your ass hard, the sound echoing in the dark room. He continued to squeeze and grope your ass while his mouth trailed from one breast to the other before reconnecting feverishly with your mouth. His fingers finally began to work at undoing your jeans and you lifted your arms again to wrap around his neck as you made out, to distract you as his hand wasted no time in dipping into your pants.

You moaned loudly and dropped your head against his shoulder to muffle the sound as his fingers dragged along your wet panties, finding your clit easily and beginning to move his middle finger in slow circles.

“You’re practically dripping,” he teased, and you let out a low whine as his finger continued to rub your sensitive bud through your panties. Your stomach was twisting and turning with anticipation, and all you wanted was to feel him inside of you already.

“Hurry up and fuck me!” You gasped as his finger pressed harder against you.

“Someone’s impatient,” He laughed, but made no move to do what you had told him. You reached out boldly and began rubbing over the bulge of his cock in his jeans, moving your own hand in slow circles as he did the same to you.

He didn’t stop you, but he did finally dip his hands beneath your panties, splitting the folds of your dripping cunt with his fingers and making your body shudder hard at the feeling. You kept rubbing his cock, but you were forced to stop as you felt a finger slip into your core, causing you to cry out loudly.

As you pulled back your head he pushed you back against the wall hard and reconnected his lips with yours to quiet you. As he began fingering you, his fingers brushed against your g-spot, drawing out mewls of arousal from your lips. You couldn’t even focus on the kiss, your entire being was focused on his fingers slipping in and out of your core.

You blushed hearing the squelching sounds of your wetness as he began fingering you.

“Let’s get these off of you shall we?” He suggested, and you whined as he pushed your jeans and panties down with ease, as soon as they hit the ground his fingers were dragging back against you, making you shudder and cry out.

“Jin!” you moaned as he suddenly was pushing his fingers inside of you again quickly, wasting no time in beginning to pound in and out of you expertly.

“You’d better quiet down before someone hears you princess,” he whispered darkly, not bothering to slow his pace.

You bit down hard on your lip, your hands reaching out to ground yourself on his shoulders, fingers digging into them as your mouth twisted in pleasure and embarrassment. The sound of your wetness was new even to you. Jin suddenly stopped and you whined out loudly, causing him to laugh softly.

“Sit down over here,” he ordered, and pointed to a chair conveniently placed in the corner of the room, probably left there to be thrown away, but instead forgotten.

“W-what if it’s dirty,” you whimpered.

He smiled softly down at you. You had been reduced to nothing more than his toy at this moment, standing naked in front of him, completely at his mercy. You had to say though, you definitely didn’t mind.

He slowly undid his chef’s coat, sliding it off to reveal a tight black tee shirt beneath it and slowly went to the chair, laying it over the bottom of it. In the half light you could see the definition of his muscles and as he turned around you were wrapping your arms around his neck to sloppily kiss him again while his hands wrapped around your waist, kissing you back just as hard as your hands glided to his chest.

He was just as muscular as you had expected.

“Take off your shirt,” you gasped.

He chuckled and pulled away, slowly grabbing the edges of it and sliding it over his head, revealing his toned abs and strong shoulders.

“Holy shit,” you whimpered, your hands coming to touch his pectoral muscles and running down his body, enjoying the ridges of his abs against your fingertips, stopping at his waist band.

“That’s enough now,” he cooed, “Sit down,” he ordered, pushing you slightly towards the chair.

“But what if-”

“Sit. Down.” His voice took on a more authoritative tone and your stomach twisted.

“O-okay,”

“It’s not okay. It’s, ‘Yes, Chef.’” he ordered.

“Y-yes Chef,” you stuttered, sitting down in the chair slowly.

You bit your lip as Jin dropped to his knees in front of you, looking down at him through anxious eyes. You had no idea what he was planning, or what he wanted.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered and you took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected to be this exposed to him at all. His eyes were boring into you hungrily, and you felt anticipation knotting up your stomach as you slowly spread apart your legs, revealing your wet core to him.

You flinched as he let out a shaking breath, “You’re so fucking hot,” he said, “Such a pretty little whore,”

You looked down at him as you felt his fingers coming up to caress your outer thighs, his fingers trailing over your knees and down your calves. Every touch from his nimble fingers was electric. Yet his hands wouldn’t go near your core, and you were growing desperate.

“T-touch me,” you whimpered.

“Hmm,” he sighed softly, and his fingers went higher up your thighs, “Show me how you want me to touch you,” He breathed and you felt a zing of anxious excitement shoot through you. You had never done something so lewd in front of another person, and you weren’t sure if you could.

“W-what do you mean?” You stalled.

“Take your hand,” he ordered, grabbing your wrist and guiding it to your dripping cunt, “And play with yourself while I watch. Show me how you like it.”

You bit your lip, looking down at him through your lashes, he stared up at you lustfully, his eyes sliding down your body to focus on your center.

You closed your eyes, and leaned back against the chair, your fingers sliding slowly between your folds and running over your clit. You brought up your other hand to gently begin playing with your nipple, sliding your finger back and forth as the one between your legs rubbed up and down against your clit, gliding between the folds.

You shuddered feeling his hot breath against your hand, and you chanced a glance to see he had drawn closer, focusing on your hand as it moved.

You slowly drew your finger down to your own entrance, pushing your finger against the entrance, little moans sliding out of your lips as you began to push a finger in, making Jin moan as well as he watched.

“You really are such a little slut,” he teased, and you mewled as you felt two of his fingers against you, beginning to push apart your folds further, examining your most private area with predatory eyes, “Just imagine if someone came in right now,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing against you as your finger pushed in further.

His talk was making you more excited and more desperate, you wished someone would come in and see this right now.

“Imagine the look on their face when they see you sitting here, touching your pretty little cunt for me.”

The thought alone was making you more worked up, “Chef,” you whimpered, plunging your fingers faster in and out of yourself, sweat was beading on your forehead and beginning to sheen over your body as you became more and more aroused.

“Yes princess,” He crooned, his fingers sliding up either side of your core, making you more crazy and desperate.

“Mmmm,” you couldn’t even speak as one of his fingers ghosted against your clit as you continued to touch yourself, finger flicking more insistently over your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through you with each stroke.

“Such a good little whore, all for me,” he praised, beginning to rub your clit in slow circles, making you keen softly, biting your lip hard to try and stop the noises that were begging to spew from your lips.

You were drawing close, your thighs beginning to tremble as you attempted to spread your legs further for him, your hand reaching up to your own throat, squeezing the sides in desperation.

“Choking hm,” he whispered, and you whined as you heard him stand. His hands wrapped around both of your wrists, stopping you from bringing yourself to orgasm.

“L-let go,” you begged, attempting to push your fingers back inside but he pulled them out instead, laying your hand on your thigh while he took the hand around your throat and also set that on your thigh.

“I bet I can make you cum twice as hard as you can yourself,” he whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss against your temple. You felt his hands slip down against your core before pushing inside of you once again, this time with a vengeance.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, and he quickly pressed his lips against yours to stifle you as he began to curl his fingers expertly inside of you. He rubbed that sensitive area with vigor, slowly picking up the pace as his other hand gripped gently on your throat. He was doing everything perfectly, and your body and mind were in ecstasy.

Your hands lifted to grip the offending arm desperately, fingernails digging into his firm arm.

“That’s right, come on Y/N,” He breathed against you, bringing you closer to the edge. You gasped and shuddered as an orgasm was suddenly upon you, causing you to lurch forward against Jin’s shoulder, clawing at his bicep as he carried you through the orgasm, pounding into you hard and fast.

He pulled quickly out of you, giving you a moment to come down, “Ready for another round?” He asked, and you pulled away in shock before he was suddenly rubbing your clit hard and fast, causing you to gasp as the pleasure changed to slight pain as overstimulation set in.

“S-stop… n-no,” You whimpered, your body already beginning to tremble. You were already exhausted from the first one, and you could feel the pressure building up twice as much.

Soon you were too far gone as he was pounding into you once again, sweat dripping down his chest and arms as he pounded in and out of you vigorously, his head against your wet neck.

“I’m-i’m gonna… oh please,” you mewled and your eyes clenched so tight that you saw white. Your body convulsed hard beneath his finger and his hand came over your mouth as your moans grew loud and intense, liquid spewed lewdly from out of you as you came.

He watched with pride as you squirted, body writhing as your wetness covered his hand.

As soon as you finished you felt intense humiliation racing through your veins, and as he went to pull away you grabbed a hold of him tightly, trembling still, your legs clamping closed. You felt like you might cry as you breathed against his chest.

“Good job princess,” he whispered, gently rubbing your thighs and sides before one of his hands was going to rub your back.

“I’m s-sorry,” you squeaked.

“Hm?” He asked, pulling away from you. His strong brows furrowed at your anxious expression.

“I didn’t m-mean to,” you whimpered, looking away from him, your hands holding tightly to his wet arm.

“Oh princess, you were amazing,” he praised, his voice taking on a comforting and almost sweet tone as he kissed your face.

You blushed brightly, taking deep breaths to calm down. You were still embarrassed, but as Jin’s hands ran up and down your sides soothingly, whispering praise against your ear, you slowly relaxed, and your body began begging once again for his cock.

“Will you fuck me now?” You whispered, looking up at him.

“I’m going to make you see stars,” he growled and you gasped as he was yanking you up from the chair and kissing you hard, his tongue invading your mouth feverishly.

You melted into the kiss, and your hands travelled down his well muscled torso to his black jeans. You were quick to undo his pants for him, pushing down the waistband eagerly, while still trying to maintain the kiss.

He separated from your mouth for a moment to pull down his pants, and then his boxers, revealing his hard length.

You gasped seeing how big he actually was, a zap of fear going through you as you wondered if you would be able to take him all. Your hands went to his cock, and you began jerking him off. Rubbing up and down on his hard length. He lifted his hands to your face, tangling his fingers in your hair as he kissed you hard, grunting occasionally as you went.

His mouth eventually left yours to attack the side of your neck, his hands sliding down your body and groping your ass. You were eager to feel him inside of you, just the thought alone making you wetter.

You whimpered as he smacked your ass quite hard and he pulled away from you, “Against the wall,” he ordered suddenly. You looked down and realized the precum beading at the tip of his hard cock.

You felt a flash of excitement and pride, “Yes, Chef,” you said, pulling away and going against the wall.

You heard him bend down and the rip of a package as he slipped on a condom. It was a good thing he thought to do so, because your mind was far from worrying about anything other than having him fill you.

You heard him coming back over and you squeaked as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back. Your palms splayed against the wall and you spread your legs a bit for him as he slid his finger down the length of your spine before pausing and you squeaked as he slapped your ass once again.

“After all the trouble you give me, it’s so good hearing you whine like that,” he said softly, and you gasped as he spanked you again, “You wanted me to punish you didn’t you,” he teased.

“Y-yes Chef,” you said, and as he spanked you once more, you revelled in the sting of it, feeling the way your body reacted to him spanking you. After a few more tears were pricking the corner of your eyes and you were growing needy.

“Oh please fuck me!” You cried out.

He was quiet for a moment, but then you felt his fingers slipping between your lips, pushing your lips apart to give him easier access.

“Alright now princess, be good for me,” he whispered and you waited with bated breath as the head of his cock teased your entrance, he rubbed against your slit a few times, gathering your own wetness all over his cock before he began to push inside of you.

You moaned out and brought one hand to your mouth to stifle the sound as your walls spasmed around him. He was massive, stretching you as he slowly inserted himself deep inside of you. He let out little grunts of his own at the feeling of your body clenching around him.

“I’m in,” he said, leaning down to gently bite your shoulder, making you squeak at the feeling.

“F-fuck me,” you begged, “Just fuck me,”

“So needy,” he commented, before he began slowly sliding in and out of you, causing your muscles to spasm. You bit your lip, trying to stifle any of the sounds that were begging to be released.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, smacking your ass as he started getting into a rhythm, fucking into you at a steady pace, making you whine and shudder around him. This was more than you could have ever dreamed. With each thrust he would bury himself deep inside of you, head teasing your cervix, before pulling nearly all the way out and then snapping his hips back into you, causing you to cry out at the feeling.

“Are you my little whore?” He growled as he started to pick up the pace.

“Y-yes chef,” you whimpered, feeling your knees growing weak.

“Say it.” He ordered, and you let out a faltering gasp as he suddenly pulled you up, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you while his other wrapped around your throat, pushing your head back against his chest.

“Ahh, I-I’m your little whore,” you breathed out, gasping as he was suddenly thrusting right into a sensitive area deep inside, with each snap of his hips your body would spasm.

Suddenly you both froze hearing voices coming from somewhere, and adrenaline zapped through your body. Oh fuck, what if they heard you, or worse what if they came in and saw.

He grabbed you tightly and forced you to turn with him to face the door, grabbing one of your breasts, his finger flicking cruelly over your nipple, “Do you think you can keep quiet,” he whispered against your ear, slipping his hand down your abdomen to slide a finger over your clit.

“A-aang,” you gasped, biting your tongue as he began to move his finger in slow circles, the voices were growing closer.

“They’d be so turned on to see you like this,” he whispered, “Totally at my mercy.” He growled, beginning to thrust slowly in and out again, pulling his hand away from your clit to hold you, one hand still wrapped around your throat. You felt tears pricking your eyes as you did your best to keep quiet, your stomach twisting with anxiety and your heart pounding so loud they could probably hear it out there.

He did everything in his power to torment you, fingers running between teasing your nipple and rubbing your clit. Whispering sweet nothings against your ear while occasionally biting your earlobe.

Finally you heard the door to the outside open and it was silent once more.

You let out a shaky sigh and he picked up the pace, his hand splaying across your abdomen. “Good girl,”

“Y-you’re insane,” you whined, and he laughed softly before beginning to fuck you harder, the sound of his skin slapping yours filling the room.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised, “I can feel my cock hitting your walls,” he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

He grabbed your hand, placing it under his against your abdomen. You gasped as he suddenly snapped his hips into you, and you felt the bulge against your hand, making you even more turned on.

“Can you feel it,”

“You’re so fucking big,” you whined as he suddenly started fucking you harder, almost bouncing you on his cock. His hand moved from yours to rub your clit, making you moan loudly. His hand on your throat was snapping over your mouth in an instant to quiet you as you were pushed into orgasm once more, muscles spasming around the large man’s monstrous cock, the feeling of him hitting into your hand was making you crazy.

As you finished he slipped out of you, and you nearly fell, your legs weak. He caught you easily and spun you around, pushing you up against the wall. His hands slipped under your thighs and he was lifting you before you knew it, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I’m not done just yet baby,” he whispered. You whimpered, and sighed as he slid his cock back into easily.

“Hmmmm,” You sighed in contentment, your hands wrapping around his neck and tangling in his hair as you leaned forward to kiss him hard.

He didn't even need to lean you against the wall, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you back just as hard, your walls spasming around his large cock. You felt so full it was blissful.

He finally pressed you back against the wall, and began to pound in and out of you, causing you to throw your head back against the wall as he fucked you.

He was going faster, sweat was dripping from both of you as you were getting closer to orgasm and Jin was right on the edge. He was beginning to spew curse words, his hands gripping your sides hard as he pounded into you. You were almost laying against the wall, if it wasn’t for his hands holding you up and your death grip around his neck you would fall.

“Such a good fucking whore,” He growled, and you gasped as he lifted a hand to grope your breast, flicking his finger over your nipple before you saw his abdomen spasm, his muscles clenching as he groaned out loudly himself. His hand going back, exposing his gorgeous neckline, face twisted in pleasure.

You moaned at the sight, and as the hand on your breast rubbed over your swollen, oversensitive clit you were coming as well, body spasming for the fourth time in orgasm as he held you tightly. As you both finished finally you pulled yourself up onto him, dropping your head against his shoulder and taking gasping breaths, your entire body exhausted.

You felt his cock slip out of you and he held you tightly, a hand going to your head, running his fingers through your hair, breathing just as deeply as you.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Tired,” you muttered, you weren’t sure yet if you could stand on your own.

“Think you’ll be able to drive home?” He asked, rubbing your back in slow circles.

You let out a soft sigh, “Ohhhh, fuck,” you groaned. You had completely forgotten about the thirty minute drive home, and already your body was so sore and tired. You wanted to sleep more than anything.

“You can stay the night with me,” he offered sweetly.

“Are you sure,” you muttered.

“Get dressed,” He ordered, helping you disentangle yourself from him and finding your clothes for you.

You struggled slightly getting yourself dressed. You would need to go to the bathroom asap, but you wondered if he would leave you behind if you did. Not that it would matter. Jin put on his clothes, folding up his chef's coat from the chair and folding it over his arm.

You looked at it and felt a dark blush cover your cheeks, “I’m sorry… about that.” you said, gesturing to the chef's coat.

Jin chuckled darkly, “It was sexy,” he said, shrugging and grinning from ear to ear.

You looked away shyly, “Th-thanks… and I- I’m sorry about today too. I was just frustrated and-” Jin came forward, placing a finger against your lips.

“Hush. We’re already past that… you made up for it… Besides it was more me than you that was being an asshole.” He admitted, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“I really like you,” you blurted. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or the fact this man had given you four of the best orgasms of your life, but you were suddenly ready to bare your soul to him.

You didn’t want this to be a one time thing… well maybe just once here. You didn’t want to go back to the strained relationship.

“Well I gathered that,” he said, rolling his eyes at you.

“I-I mean it… I…”

“Princess, we don’t need to talk about this right now.” He said, caressing your cheek, “We smell like sex and sweat, and we’re standing in a filthy back room at work… let’s go back to my place okay? We can take a shower and talk more,” he promised.

You nodded slowly, that sounded heavenly… but still.

“Th-that’s fine but, we won’t go back to how things were before right?… We aren’t gonna fight anymore?”

“I’m tired of pretending I like you less than I do,” he said, smiling sweetly at you before coming over to you.

He placed his arm around you and slowly opened the door, looking both ways before stepping out and taking you outside into the cold air. As soon as you got to his car and sat down in the passenger seat you were out like a light…

[appleb18]

Why Modern Cartoons is Not Great as it Used to be in this Decade

As 2010′s draw near to the end and begin a next-generation, cartoons have changed from being a fun episodic adventure with a meaningful message and can get dark sometimes to a story-driven show with deep messages. While cartoons have a great start in early 2010s such as Adventure Time, Regular Show, Gravity Falls, and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, however as time passes cartoons are becoming less interesting and not many aren’t talking about it. So what the hell happened with modern cartoons? Let’s get to the bottom of what happened to this decade of cartoons and why isn’t anyone talking about it anymore 

The Animation Quality 

The quality of the animation of cartoons back in 2000′s were amazing, so many variations of animation styles that look very appealing such as 

Samurai Jack 

Avatar: The Last Airbender 

Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends 

Recess 

Proud Family and so many more

But now in modern cartoons, most cartoon shows are using a similar style of animation which many people called it “Calarts style”. Most cartoon shows are using because it’s cheap however it takes away creativity, more detail nor being organic. Look at Infinity Train, compare from the pilot to the release 

It looks very boring having most cartoons look the same. Then there’s artistic freedom where creators let them draw whatever they want such as Steven Universe and OK KO. That sounds good but really though it just looks lazy and unprofessional. This is very distracting that most characters go off-model every scene like why Rebecca and Ian-Jones Quarry think it was a good idea! 

Great to Below Average

So now let’s talk about the three shows that were once popular Steven Universe, Voltron, and Star vs The Forces of Evil. The trope I’ve been seeing as of late about these shows that it was pretty hype and they deliver on that. All they need to do is conclude it and call it a good cartoon but then crash and burned in later seasons. 

Steven Universe didn’t get popular until “Jailbreak” and that was when everyone was watching it. It had character development, an interesting world of gems, a gorgeous background and has one of the best soundtracks. This isn’t surprising because the creator is the same person who wrote Marceline episodes in Adventure Time which was Rebecca Sugar that created the series. Then season 4 and season 5 happened which the show drop in quality like mostly the show prefer showing filler which makes the plot go too fast and made arcs underwhelming, crystals gems and Lapis Lazuli and Peridot aren’t being used that much in the show and having each villain being beaten by simply talking to them. While there is Steven Universe Future but that hasn’t gotten interesting in my opinion. 

Star vs The Forces of Evil is a show used to be interesting for the two seasons and “Battle for Mewni” arc but then shipping drama got out of hand and that resulted to fell from grace 

Then there’s Voltron and we all how that turned out for the last two seasons

What these three have in common that they set up this interesting premise and world in the first few seasons but they all went downhill. Awful character writing, insane plot twist, and terrible pacing. I did wish that those shows would get better like how Adventure Time and Regular Show had one bad season but after that, they both got better but they didn’t and it went from being great to disappointingly average. 

Comedy Over Messages

Now that’s got the most hype shows, let’s talk about shows that not many people talk about because the premise and world aren’t engaging enough to watch and which they are We Bare Bears, Craig in the Creek, Clarence, OK KO, and The Loud House. While I’m not saying they aren’t bad but it is just not interesting to watch, it's just that it’s too tame and too comedic. The main issue I have it doesn’t really teach viewers like they used to anymore 

OK KO was about to talk about gun violence but they turn it into a comedy. In “Let’s Not Be Skeletons” people overuse the gun and resulting everyone to turn skeletons and KO tries to stop it but fails. By the end of the episode, it was a dream and calls Congress to stop it from happening. I really hate how writers of this episode of making a serious issue turn into comedy and that’s a pretty awful way of doing it. 

Look at Static Shock and Fat Albert, instead of making Gun Violence a joke, they talk about how serious it is by having someone shot and that devastated the characters a lot 

Then there's Hey Arnold, it really dives into serious issues such as 

“Pigeon Man” showcases that some people are meant to be with other people while others like Pigeon Man are just different and can’t be with other people. 

“Helga on the Couch” showcases Helga's anger issues and those issues manifest because her family ignores her because of her sister. Never truly cares for like no makes her lunch for school and no one brought her to school when she was a young girl. The only person that cares for was Arnold.

Then there’s my personal favorite, “Arnold Christmas”. Mr. Hyunh is always sad at Christmas and this episode revealed that he had a daughter and all he wanted was to see her grow up but there was a war coming near his village. In order to do so, he had to give her up so she can have a better life. It took 20 years to get out of the country and he almost gave up hope to find her until Helga helped Arnold to search for her and be reunited with her father. 

Modern cartoons don’t show those kinds of messages anymore and there’s something worse than that and I hate how cartoon shows keep doing this. 

Today’s Villains

I” ve been seeing a lot lately that the main antagonist isn't handled well in cartoons as of lately. Most villains have been getting redeemed lately and not paying their crimes. While show creatures try to make them sympathetic and the victim however it doesn’t excuse them for their crimes. 

White Diamond who caused multiple mass genocide on worlds, brainwash any gem that stands in her way and shatter gems gets easily defeated by simply getting talk to and just not gonna do it anymore because Steven said so. 

Mina Loveberry and her Mewni soldiers wanted to destroy monsters. When her and her army magic depleted, she just goes in the wilderness and no one stopped her. 

Moon Butterfly helped Mina create her soldiers so she can retake the throne from Ecipsa. Instead of having the monsters and her surrendering the throne that she was attending to do, however, her plan backfired when Mewni Soldiers and Mina wanted to kill all the monsters. Why didn’t Moon saw that coming, they were clearly racist against them. Then by the end of the show, she never once apologized for what she has done. 

Starlight Glimmer created a cult that no one has cutie marks until the mane six defeated her in “Cutie Map” She returns and her revenge on Twilight by going back in time and making sure Rainbow Dash doesn’t perform the Sonic Rainboom. After multiple going to multiple timelines, she finally catches up to her and then her tragic backstory been revealed and it was very disappointing. The reason she caused all of this because her friend moved away and that’s it. That’s not all, instead of her facing her crimes like most villains such as Tirek or Queen Chrysalis, she gets off the hook and she became friends with Twilight in a matter of minutes 

A good example of a good antagonist is Aku from Samurai Jack. When he first appeared in the show, he’s pure evil, destroying anything that stood in his way and ruling over the weak but as the show progresses, the serious villain became more comedic villain but that doesn’t mean he’s a silly character, he’s far from that. He’s still all-powerful and should be taken seriously. This is what I want from a villain.  He’s powerful, he’s truly evil and has a personality. 

Villains can be sympathetic and relatable however shouldn’t be forgiven so easily. When a character crosses the line by taking multiple innocent lives should never be redeemed, even if they have a sad backstory 

Cartoons lately have become less popular in this past decade, the glaring problems about cartoons are its animation, comedy over messages, messy plots, and terrible villain. People will only talk about cartoons from the late ’80s to 2012. I’m afraid that this day of age that it isn’t appealing anymore than in previous years. The only animation that people will talk about is anime shows which I can’t lie, is far superior to cartoons as of now. I feel that the only way it can make it back on top is it needs something like Adventure Time or Gravity Falls moment that reinvent it more relevant and view to modern audiences. I really do like to watch cartoon shows for animation, message, and characters but I keep seeing issues in modern cartoons and I hope that it will change in the future. 

[transsexualhamlet]

sherlock holmes reactions part six (aka me losing my mind over the final problem)

Hi, I am once again reminding you all that I've formed a parasocial relationship with the crackhead detective 👍 This made me overly emotional for the fact that he didnt even die

But like

hhhmmmmmmmm those were certainly an interesting 14 pages

Yeah, I already made a post about how the final problem relates to yuumori's final problem and how incredibly sexy it is but yes now I'd just like to relay to you how absolutely heart brocken i am over this lol I will eventually get to reading the post hiatus stories i just. I haven't emotionally recovered from this yet

Yelling below the cut somehow this reaction feels longer than the story itself. but it's about half cracking jokes and half sobbing so be prepared

I mean, starting off strong with "well yknow since i got married my and sherlock's Very Intimate Relations had to be modified and all but we hadnt seen each other in a while so it was kind of jarring to see him crawling in my second story bedroom window clutching Wounds and closing the shutters absolutely fucking wasted losing his mind over some dude named moriarty"

We've been over this but. Oh my god why are they gay

I just like????? Imagine how fucking bizzare that would be to just see your old homie crawl into your window bleeding on your floor and asking to exit the other way in case he's followed like "hey bro can we Talk i hope you're not busy" WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO, SAY HE IS? Imagine watson just like "no dude I'm fucking busy go get killed"

But legitimately. That's certainly something. And like, I see a lot of books starting like this lmao but. Holmes's stuff usually starts off kind of easily with watson going "yeah so lately ive been Experiencing Sherlock Holmes" and spend 20 minutes on exposition with them having a Conversation but no. mans just fucking escaped a hitman and went directly to his boyfriend's house having apparently Never Before In His Goddamn Life mentioned his actual nemesis to this guy. How the FUCK has watson never heard of him before.

And how sherlock starts talking about it isn't any less funny he's just like "UHHH SO THERE'S THIS GUY. THIS ABSOLUTE MAN. AND HES REALLY IMPRESSIVE I MEAN HES LIKE SUPER FUCKING SMART AND HES LIKE DOING CRIMES????? SO I LIKE. I NOTICED AS I DO BUT HE NOTICED THAT I NOTICED AND I MIGHT HAVE MADE A LITTLE FUCKY WUCKY DUDE CAN YOU HELP ME LIKE. FLEE THE COUNTRY" and watson's like my dear sherlock What The Fuck

Im also loving how he calls moriarty a "mathematical celebrity" awhi;grih;oaewhhta;ioh;iaewh;ii;oewh;eh;rg mans just. ok lol hes a Math Celebrity that had to quit his math teacher job because EVERYONE JUST KNEW HE WAS A CRIME LORD LIKE THEY TOOK ONE LOOK AT HIM AND WENT MANS DEFINITELY HAS BODIES IN HIS BASEMENT I DONT WANT HIM TEACHING HERE

But yeah, it was interesting to see what the big deal about og moriarty was... especially since the deal simply did not deliver. There was not really a big deal. It's like reading the first chapter of a book and immediately skipping to the climax. Everything is so hyped up and clearly having been building for years and you just get like NO CONTEXT. I swear Moriarty wasn't goddamn mentioned any time before this. He's just suddenly the big guy and watson has just never fucking heard shit about this guy.

What's so funny about this whole situation is that I just. Cannot objectively know anything about Moriarty at all because sherlock just... does not go into what this dude's alleged crimes even were, other than. The fact that he like. Does them. He's just really involved in crimes. How? Why? For how long? In what way? For what purpose? NO FUCKING CLUE HE JUST. HE JUST DOES. And there's nothing to really suggest that Moriarty was honestly a really evil guy. They're all like trust me he was just. he was just really bad but show absolutely No examples of being such. The most evil thing we saw Moriarty do personally was call sherlock stupid for letting him get into the apartment. And even then he immediately followed it up with complimenting him lol

yeah, my impression of Moriarty was like. I expected him to be worse, honestly. I expected him to be like a cartoon villain because he was kind of made out to be one and then he's just honestly a really polite and refined guy?? Mans strolls the fuck into 221B like hi shawty and it is Not like yuumori obviously man's holding a gun but like. What the fuck they are just. They have never met before but They Clearly Have and it's. its so weird

Like honestly I don't dislike og moriarty. He's really what william tried to be (and fucking failed, but beside the point) but like. Dude's so powerful and for what. He just walks into the apartment with No Pretense like why sherlock holmes is that a revolver or are you just happy to see me oh my goodness you are a dolt why would you hold the gun that way. disgusting. disgraceful. dreadful. Oh my god. I love him I'm sorry

abngnahhghifeah;iewh and Why does sherlock describe him like that hes like "MANS A REALLY REFINED LIZARD /pos" HIEHIFEHW:HGIHOEWFEEW FOR WHAT. FOR W H A T

baaaaaaaaghhhhhh but likeeeee they went STRAIGHT to "you know what I'm here for" "you know how I'm going to respond" "well then" "yeah" "mhm" "damn well it really do be like that sometimes" "ur really smart by the way" "im fucking aware let's kill each other as we both Thought in our Minds" "yes lets" AHDHDHDHDFS WTF THIS IS INSANE

But damn uh. mutual destruction my beloved this is very different from sherliam but im not. im not. opposed to it tucks hair behind ear

I just. Holy shit they really went "if you destroy me I will ensure that we both go down hand in unlovable hand" "I wouldn't mind that"

Annnnd I just noticed that the actual lines for this part kind of. that kind of happened in chapter 31 when sherlock was like i would Gladly die to take down the lord of crime and william was like. hahahah yeahNO NO NO NO

BUT SERIOUSLY THO IM LOSING MY MIND OVER HOW SHERLOCK SAYS THIS WHOLE THING TO WATSON AND HES LIKE DAMN SHAWTY HES LIKE THE REASON FOR HALF THE CRIME IN THIS CITY BUT HES SO NICE THO??? LIKE I EXPECTED HIM TO BE TOUGH AND EVERTHING NO HES JUST SOME POLITE PROPER UNDERSTANDABLE MAN WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE VERY DIABOLICAL shawty is having a Crisis

And then watson is like wowww that was cool you wanna spend the night and sherlock is like "UNFORTUNATELY BESTIE I AM BEING FUCKING TRACKED DOWN ID LIKE YOU TO NOT DIE WITH ME"

This bit gave me a Moment Moment because oh my god. Then watson is like "no shut up i'm coming with you i don't care" and i just had to Take A Minute because THEY SWITCHED PLACES AAH SHERLOCK IS TRYING TO KEEP WATSON SAFE NOW AND WATSON IS NOW MORE RECKLESS BC OF HIM AND. AHHHH

Completely random but. How sherlock still refers to 221B as "our rooms" to watson even though watson hasn't lived their in years........ shawty i am emotional.........

SO THEY GODDAMN FLEE THE COUNTRY TOGETHER BC WATSON SAYS THEY HAVE TO STICK TOGETHER AND SHERLOCK HAS A MOMENT WHERE HE'S LIKE YEAH NEVERMIND PLEASE GO HOME WATSON AND WATSON IS JUST LIKE. NO. AND HSERLOCK IS LIKE. DAMN OK I HAVE NEVER HEARD YOU SAY THAT BEFORE

But. Ok as funny as this is. They have this fucking Conversation on the train to switzerland where sherlock is like "I have not lived in vain" and watson is like "YOURE NOT DYING" and hes like "i have not lived in vain. like i said. this will not be a bad way to die" UHHHHHH DAMN SHAWTY

hhhhhh and it just Gets. it. it. it Gets. These fuckers get to switzerland and they stay in a hotel and then leave for reichenbach but watson gets this goddamn letter telling him that hes needed at the hotel to basically save this lady's life. And he doesn't. Like. he doesn't even want to go he's like FUCK IT SHE CAN DIE IM NOT LEAVING YOU but sherlock convinces him to go fULLY KNOWING THE LETTER WAS FUCKING FAKED BY MORIARTY JUST AS A PLOY TO GET HIM ALONE

AND THEN HE JUST. WENT ANYWAY AND WATSON HAD TO WATCH HIM JUST LIKE GODDAMN WALK OFF INTO THE SUNSET LIKE "LITTLE DID I KNOW THIS WOULD BE THE LAST TIME I WOULD SEE HIM BUT IT JUST. IT HAD THAT VIBE YKNOW"

God I just. Wow sherlock really did that huh. He really went and did that. And I went over it in the post about this compared to yuumori but it just RUINED me how watson just. Never saw what happened and there's just so little information about it that all they have is these assumptions and pieces that just suggest that these guys met up, walked up to the goddamn waterfall having a nice civil conversation about how talented and smart they both were at this and how they revealed their methods to each other and complimented them because of course they did

And they just sat up there talking to each other so long and Moriarty legit waited politely or even possibly was the one that suggested he write a letter to watson in which sherlock just went "damn lol moriarty's pretty nice actually anyway uhhhh sorry watson ily ✌" and just like. left it up there in his damn cigarette box

But just like. damn the insinuation that moriarty just sat there and watched while he wrote that entire goddamn letter, sealed it up, and then got up and went alright buddy let's go but it makes no goddamn sense if they wanted to actually kill each other and assure they themselves would survive I could name like 23 different ways they could have managed it so easily and they Didn't. they were really set on mutual destruction huh. There's no way they were even trying to do anything but Die Together at that point and that's Something huh

It absolutely baffles me how they could say that these guys had plummetted like, holding each other tho. Like. ok lol but How Do You Even Know

It was certainly a ride. But the fact that Watson had to actively try to think like Sherlock to figure out what happened in the scene was just. The cherry on top. Especially after they'd consciously started to switch roles in this i just. Damn.

In conclusion uhhhhhhhh gay people real I suppose

[fedonciadale]

Hi :3! I follow you for your Dramione fics :3 but my question is about Germans :3! I'm Mexican and I have been learning German since 2014 :3. What do people in Germany think about Mexico and Mexicans :3? Are there many Germans that know Spanish? or just a few? Or what do you think in general about Latin-Americans :3???

Hi there!

Thanks for asking that! And nice to know you like my Dramione fics!

And you are quite brave for learning German. I was given to understand that it can be tough. lol.

I'll try to answer what the average German thinks as in what are the clichés. I am very much aware that these are clichés!

In German schools English is usually the first language, French is taught quite often and I guess Spanish would come next. But there are not that many people who really speak it, I think?

I learned a bit of Spanish but I don't think I would be up to small talk. I read it much better than I talk (that is because I learned Latin and can read Spanish and Italian because of that). I would not go hungry in a Spanish speaking country though.

What do Germans thing about Mexico and Mexicans? That is difficult to answer. In general Germans have a soft spot for Italy and Spain (I know this is not Mexico but I promise you I'll get there). Germans absolutely love to travel there for their vacations. They love Spanish and Italian food and are very excited about the "Latin" way of being in general far more relaxed about the little problems of everyday life.

The downside of this "oh we adore the happy go lucky way of the Spaniard and the Italians" is that Germans tend to not take them that seriously. Because vacation is vacation and work is work. So there is this preconception that they just don't know how to work properly. So Germans who can be all dreamy eyed about "Latin" savoir-vivre can also be a bit condescending about what they perceive as "Latin" work ethics.

The funny thing is that in a very broad sense these ideas are transferred to Latin America. So Latin America is thought of very vaguely to be part of this "Latin" way of living. I know, I know this is insane. Just because they all speak a Romance language (and not even all, the Romance languages are just the official languages!), that doesn't mean that they all need to be like the Spaniards and the Italians (and in regard to them it's mostly not entirely true as well). And it completely reduces the very complex history of the Latin Americas.

So, the general idea about Latin America would be: Wonderful food, they know how to be chill and how to shoulder the problems of life, savoir vivre, but maybe a bit lazy and disorganized. Someone you would trust to make a wonderful dinner but not someone you would trust to build your bridge.

There is one thing though that Germans admire about Latin America: How they play football! Germans have a healthy respect for Latin American footballers.

So, now for Mexico in particular. All of the above are true for Mexico as for the other Latin American countries.

You might be aware that a lot of US media is consumed in Germany and therefore some of the ideas about Mexico are derived via the detour of US ideas. So, we probably think that all Mexicans wear sombreros.... And we are aware that most Mexicans are catholic.

Mexico city has a reputation as a city of crime and it is occasionally used as a reference/comparison to a really dangerous place. So, drugs and guns are unfortunately part of the general idea about Mexico.

So, that gives you a gist about what Germans think and these preconceptions are somewhere in the back of my head. I usually try not to be influenced by them though because these ideas about other nations are often completely wrong. It helps that the sister of a friend of mine stayed in Mexico for three years and has very fond memories. If you live long enough in a country you see things much clearer and it should be obvious that people usually are not like the cliché.

Thanks for the ask!

Edit: How could I forget Tequila! Germans love Tequila!

[lesbian-deadpool]

Horses?

(Platonic) Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Words: 2,367

Warnings: Swearing, horse jokes, knives, playful threatening. I think that's it.

Request: For someone who wished to remain anonymous, for donating to the Australian bushfires.

Summary: The Trickster God got tricked. Now you gotta help him.

A/N: Bold and italics = Letter. It’s a lot less angsty that what I think you wanted... but I really hope you like it nonetheless.

(Not my GIF)

***

It was a knock at the door that originally woke you, making you jump up, and stalk to the door with your pistol raised.

You peered through the peephole and spotted nothing. You had heard a knock, you were sure of it. It couldn’t have been a dream.

“Great,” you said to yourself, beginning to unlock the door. As it was the only thing you could do, with being on the run and all. “Now I’m acting like the white person in a horror movie. See, Y/N, this is how people die.”

Yanking the door open, with your gun raised, you checked either side of the hallway of your apartment. Nothing. Surveying the floor. Nothing. Even going as far to check the ceiling. Still nothing.

You shook your head, with furrowed eyebrows, before pulling yourself back into your apartment and relocking the door.

“Must have been some kids messing around-” you mumbled to yourself... then, “-Oh my fucking, God!”

“Hell, Y/N.” Loki stood before you, in a black suit, and holding a cane in front of him. “How are you? It’s been some time.”

“I think you just made me piss myself.”

Loki gave you a mischievous smile at that.

“Oh, how I would have loved to see that.”

“Is that another one of your kinks, you greasy bastard?” you asked, eyes hard as you walked past him.

“Okay, so you’re still mad.”

“I’m still mad?!” you roared, “Of course I’m still fucking mad! You set me up for something I didn’t fucking do! Got me fired from S.H.I.E.L.D., and I’ve been on the run for the last six years!” Gripping his collar in your hands, you yanked him towards your face, to seave, “Now tell me, would you still be angry?”

It was a few moments before he spoke again.

And when he did. This was his “answer”.

“You can be quite frightening you know that?”

You pushed him away with a sigh.

“What do you want?”

“I need your help.”

You watched him for a few seconds.

He wasn’t being serious, was he?

He couldn’t be.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me, right now.”

As it would turn out, he was not.

***

“You’re obsessed with this glowy-ass-cube. And yet you lost it?”

“I didn’t... necessarily, ‘lose it’-”

“Oh, so what? It got stolen from you?” you laughed, “That’s so much worse! Aren’t you supposed to be the ‘Trickster God’? And yet someone stole from you!”

Loki glared at you as you continued to laugh until you were wheezing.

He waited until you had calmed down, and were wiping away your tears.

“You done?”

“For now.” You shrugged. “So. What did happen to the glorified building block?”

“It’s ‘The Tesseract’,” Loki clarified harshly, “And-” His sentence was finished off in a mumble.

“What?”

“A... cat... ate. It...” Loki struggled to say as if it was the hardest thing to do.

“A cat ate it?” you asked trying not to laugh again, “You sure it wasn’t a horse?”

“What?! Why would it be a horse?”

“Oh. No reason...” You took a second to make sure you were walking the right way along the busy New York sidewalk, before quickly turning your attention back to Loki. "Anyway. Cat's don't eat things like that."

"Well, this one did!"

Your jaw dropped when you saw the slight fear behind the demigod's eyes, all because of a little cat.

“Are you really scared of a tiny, baby puddy tat?” you asked with a pout.

“Things came out of its mouth.”

“Things?”

“Like tentacles.”

“... have... have you been watching a little too much henti?”

“What’s that?” Loki asked.

“Nothing,” you replied hastily. “Not that you probably wouldn't like it,” you muttered to yourself.

***

How you got onto the subject of your ex-partners. You didn’t know. But, here you were!

Loki looked off into the distance as he spoke, “Ah, I remember my first girlfriend-”

“Are you seriously beginning to monologue, right now? Didn’t think you were that much of a stereotypical villain.”

“-She was beautiful.”

“Horse. It was a horse, wasn't it?”

“She wasn’t a horse!” Loki yelled.

“... she was a horse,” you muttered in reply, nodding your head as Loki roared in frustration.

“Shh!” You placed a finger against your mouth. “It’s hunting kitty season. Remember?”

Loki grumbled at you in response. You had to say. Loki in full camo paint and laying upon the dirt ground, amongst the trees, was pretty funny. You never imagined Loki to be the type of person, to get down and dirty. But hey, when he has someone like you to push him to do it... he has no choice.

He wanted you to help.

And "help" is what he was getting.

You weren’t gonna do all the work.

Loki groaned. “What’s taking so long?! When will this cat get a fucking move on?!”

“Do you mean you what this cat to “giddy-up”?”

“I will kill you.”

Before you could utter your reply, with your mouth still open and your eyebrows scrunched, you listened to the whirring noise that was undoubtedly the sound of a remote-controlled, toy vehicle.

And you were right.

A green and orange monster truck was barreling its way towards you.

It made a sudden stop in-between yours and Loki's faces.

"See, this is your fault," Loki accused.

"Your fault."

You reached out and grabbed the letter, that Loki apparently didn't notice.

"Dear, Idiots-"

"Hey!”

“It’s not me, it’s the letter!” you yelled back. “Now, let me read it.” You cleared your throat, ruffling the paper in your hands.

“Dear, Idiots,” You raised a finger at Loki, indicating him not to interrupt you again. “You really think we don't know you're out there? ...”

“I thought you were supposed to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent?!”

“Yeah, I was!”

“You have two options. One. You can wait out there and my friend will come out to get you. Or Two. You can knock on the door, yourselves. You have five minutes.”

You hummed at the letter. “Welp! Let’s go knock on the door!”

“We’re not knocking on the door.”

“Listen, they already know we’re out here. So why prolong the inevitable?”

“You realise I have magic?” Loki asked, “Whoever comes out, I will be able to fight them.”

“And yet, you needed my help...” You let out a sigh. “Hey, you see that black car over there?” You pointed to the sleek black SUV. “That’s Nick Fury’s car.”

“What?! And you didn't think to tell me that?! Do you have any loyalty?!”

“Loyalty to you?! You really think we are friends? That I’m on your side?”

Loki said nothing, just processing your words. Before huffing and replying with, “We’re not knocking on the door.”

You only smiled at him.

***

“Ah, Y/L/N. Glad you made the right decision,” Fury greeted, opening the door, “And Loki. Sad to see you again.”

“Likewise.”

“God guys,” you began with a smile, making Fury’s eye narrow at you, knowing you well enough to know what you were about to do, “The sexual tension between you two is insane, I for one, am surprised that you haven pounced on each other yet.”

Fury rolled his eye at you and Loki opened his mouth to yell his reply, before a woman covered in what seemed to some sort of grease or oil, walked into view, and began talking.

“So... why were you spying on my house?”

“That!” Loki startled you, pointing at the ginger cat upon the stairs.

“Goose?”

“Oh, is that its name?!”

“Okay, why have you got a problem with my cat?” A blonde woman, also covered in grease, slid up behind you both.

“It stole from me.”

“The Tesseract,” You clarified, “Loki says it ate it with tentacles, apparently. I just think he was high.”

Scratching the purring gingers head, the blonde woman said, “Oh, so that’s where she got it from? You two.”

“Nope. Not me. Just him- Wait...” You paused. “Are you seriously not gonna deny the whole tentacle thing?”

“Why would we?” The first woman shrugged.

“Because-!... cat’s don’t do that!”

“She’s not actually a cat.”

“What?!”

“She’s an alien.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Loki spoke.

“What?!” you yelled, “That does not make sense!”

Fury chuckled at your reaction, “There is so much you’ve missed.” He then turned to Loki. “You’re not getting the Tessaract back, by the way.”

“I need to sit down,” you whimpered before Loki could reply, “Alien cats? Would you believe it?” you continued to ask yourself, as you walked further into the house.

***

So, cats are aliens. Or aliens can look like cats rather. The Avengers broke up- But you knew that already. You had been severely out of the loop for the last six years, but not that out of the loop. Loki had faked his death. Of course, he did. The Avengers fought against some purple alien titan, in a country called Wakanda, and won. Without you. Not even an invite. How nice. They still didn't trust you... lovely.

The Avengers were pardoned from the government and left to live their lives.

And S.H.I.E.L.D. was thriving better than ever, especially now that H.Y.D.R.A. had been wiped out from the cooperation.

You were currently sat outside, with the “cat” named Goose, upon your lap, as you stroked through its fur. As you watched the slowly setting sun, over the treetops of Louisiana. It was a peaceful place, you had to admit that. Beautiful too. It made you wonder why you didn’t hide out here, while you were on the run.

“She likes you.”

You turned to peer over your shoulder, seeing Fury standing there with his arms crossed, also looking at the sunset.

“I guess you could call me the Flerken whisperer.” You smiled.

Fury had a smile on his own face before it fell, and he looked towards his feet. You were surprised. You had never seen Fury when he wasn’t sure of himself.

“I... I’m sorry.”

Okay. Now you were surprised and confused.

“I didn’t trust you when Loki framed you, and I should have. We all should have. And I’m sorry about that.”

“You can’t. You can’t just do that,” you told him, “You can’t just apologize, and expect me to be fine with that. I was a fugitive for six years. I lost all of my friends... I lost everything, Nick.”

“I know,” he nodded, “And I know I, and everyone else, has a lot of ass-kissing to do. But... I hope that this can be a good start.”

Fury moved to hand you something, which you cautiously took from his hand.

Your lips curved at the S.H.I.E.L.D. badge in your hand.

“You just have a surplus of these things on you at all times?”

He chuckled. “No. That one's mine... I just wanted to make a grand gesture. You’ll get yours when you come to headquarters... that is if you chose to accept your position again.”

“Has anyone ever told you, you’re like a father sometimes?”

“More than I’d like to admit.”

You chuckled at his words. “I want a promotion.”

“With the correct training, it’s yours.” Fury smiled down at you. “Will all your years away, you must need a lot of work to whip you back in shape.”

“Insulting.”

A booming laugh sounded from Fury, as he turned to walk back inside.

“See, you later. Agent.”

You jumped up before he could leave. “Wait.” He turned to face you, cocking an eyebrow in silent question. “I actually have something I won't propose to you.”

***

Not too long later, you were joined outside by Loki.

No longer confined to the rocking chair by your new-found friend, and instead choosing to hold onto the railing surrounding the porch, still gazing at the colourful sky.

“So...” he started, “Nicolas told me you recommended me for a position in S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Well, actually, I recommended you for a position on the Avengers,” you corrected, “But I guess Fury wanted you to work your way through S.H.I.E.L.D. first- The rookie stuff, at least. I can’t say that he trust’s you.”

“I wouldn’t see why he would.”

“And you have to do it, I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.”

“Then I suppose I have no other choice.”

“Damn straight.”

“... thank you,” Loki uttered sincerely.

“Hey, what are friend’s for?” You sighed, looking at the remnants of the sunset, with your hand still holding onto a smiling Loki’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “So... what do you think about seeing Thor again? Say yay or nay,” you finished off, saying ‘nay’ like a horse.

You burst out laughing when Loki magically pulled a knife out of thin air, pointing it at you.

Yep. It seems like your life was finally turning around, for the better.

(Bonus Scene)

Four months later and thriving in your new life, back at S.H.I.E.L.D.. Well, technically the Avengers.

Yes, that's right. The Avengers.

That was Fury’s way of ‘a promotion’.

And you couldn’t be happier.

Especially as you laughed at the sight in front of you.

“Common, Loki! But your back into it! Clip-clop!” You clapped your hands, with the ‘clip-clop’, laughing brightly as you watched Loki ran an intense obstacle course, currently heaving a weighted dummy, as he sprinted across the field and towards the next task.

“How’s he doing?” Thor asked, sliding up beside you.

“He’s doing good. Luckily Fury appointed me, to whip him into shape.”

Thor hummed. gesturing to the course, he asked, “What’s next, after this?”

“Natasha agreed to spar with him.” Looking over you asked, “You gonna come watch his ass get kicked?”

“I wound not miss that for the world.”

You turned back to see Loki going too slow for your liking.

“Common! Faster! Don’t make me get out the whip!”

Loki stopped in the middle of crossing a balancing beam, staring deeply into your eyes, from across the field. And pulling four-

Count them.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

-Throwing knives from nowhere. Playfully threatening you, as you knew he would never try to actually hurt you. Thor laughing loudly beside you, as he did.

“How does it feel like being our honorary sibling?”

“I gotta say... feels pretty good.”

[industrious-sloth]

9. FOLKORE by Taylor Swift

Oh boy. Let me preface this by saying I am a late convert to Taylor Swift. I didn’t like he country albums, I really did not appreciate being bombarded by news of what she was up to despite not having asked; and didn’t think she could sing. Once I blacklisted the #taylor swift tag, though, I found that I could enjoy some of her pop stuff isolated from all the discourse around it. Blank Space still is my favourite song of hers, something a righteous and true swiftie might sneer at (there’s a great episode of the Switched on Pop podcast explaining why Blank Space works so well, back from when it first came out).

There’s this strange thing about Taylor Swift’s albums, though. I never like them the first time I listen to them. It’s not that I blatantly dislike them, but they take some getting used to. Take hoax, for instance, which at first ranked between blah and meh, yet now is one of my favourites. In no way is this odd effect exclusive to Folklore, either – last year’s Lover, which remains her best in my opinion, also needed to grow on the listener, as did Reputation. Evermore is yet to grow on me, but at this point I doubt it will – she would have done better by launching it as a B-side to Folklore as opposed to as its own album, because it really just sounds like the Folklore Rejects Compilation (apart from Long Story Short and Champagne Problems).

All of this got me thinking about the number of chances we give albums before we make up our minds about them. Would I have enjoyed Folklore as much as I did, in the end, had it not been in everyone’s mind? Had it not been trending for the entire week it came out, would I have given it another shot? Some albums do take longer to reveal themselves, so how do you know when they simply won’t? Am I going to stand corrected in two months saying that actually, Evermore is a fine album? And if I do, wouldn’t it be a little messed up that it is only due to how unescapable Taylor Swift is? Furthermore, how can I even tell whether Folklore is a good record or if I have simply been overexposed to it, having come to find comfort in songs to which I know the lyrics and notes? How can one even attempt to find common ground in criticism when one is forced into “Distant Listening”?

Perhaps we would do best to start at the more basic level, no discourse: just the good, the bad, and the weird. Actually, let’s start with the bad, as that is always more fun for evil-spirited people such as myself: I hate the grammar in this album – and by that, I don’t mean the pretentious interactions some critics refer to as grammar, but the actual grammar. I am an English teacher, and pop singers really complicate my life when they take a perfectly usable song to teach students English, and ruin it with bad grammar. It happened last year with The Man  – why couldn’t she have said If I were a man? Why, god, why? I could have been able to teach them second conditionals and feminism– and again in songs here.

Take The 1, for instance, where she says “if you wanted me, you really should have showed”, instead of the correct participle form shown. It wouldn’t have made any difference whatsoever, rhyme or song wise, the one thing it would have done is save the life of ESL teachers everywhere. In this same song, she constantly uses “would’ve been” when she should be using “had”. Listen, I would not be pointing this out were it not extremely bothersome to me as a Brazilian English major. I start getting like Henry Higgins, about to burst into Why Can’t the English Teach Their Children How to Speak? If I ever made such mistakes, people would think I didn’t speak proper English.

Honestly, the 1 isn’t even the worst song grammar-wise – I can still listen to it and enjoy it, unlike mad woman, which is every ESL teacher’s nightmare. I can just imagine a snarky pre-teen going “But Taylor Swift says more crazy instead of crazier and more angry instead of angrier, and she’s American, so she’s right!” and closing the book on comparatives. Why must Taylor make my life so hard? Also, what’s up with the lower-case titles? That’s just pretentious. And yes, it’s annoying when Ariana does it as well.

Anyhow, this is a great album despite my pet-peeves. The storytelling is fun, the lyrics brilliant as usual, and Taylor’s realisation that she doesn’t always have to write about herself even better. I also love the unrequited rhymes in this, You heard the rumours from Inez/ You can’t believe a word she says is such a kooky combination, it’s practically insane. Those, nevertheless, make startling appearances all over the record, here’s another one, from last great american dynasty,  which could have been written for Lana Del Rey: The wedding was charming, but a little gauche/ There’s only so far new money goes.

Taylor really rhymed Inez with says, and gauche with goes. And it worked. Also, when she sings “I’ve been meaning to tell you your house was haunted”… What do you mean, you’ve been meaning to tell them? Is it not pressing enough?

“Oh, by the way, I’ve been meaning to tell you, I saw a poltergeist at your house.”

“What, like, now?”

“No, I saw it a couple of months ago. Forgot to mention it.”

Incredible. I love lyrics that make you think – not in a philosophical or existential way, just, you know, about the situation their acceptance of their premise actually requires. Even the metaphors: my only one, my smoking gun. What does that mean? I don’t know, but I want to think about it until it makes sense!

Obviously, betty is everyone’s darling, but this is me trying is the real lyrical masterpiece of this album, at least for all clinical depressives out there, including yours truly. Is it extremely bold of Taylor Swift to write a Former Gifted Kid anthem, considering she has not ceased to put out hit after hit since she was in her teens? As an ex-gifted kid myself, I am okay with it as long as it’s good and accurate.

Folklore has so many secrets, so many auburn leaves paving its way, we could not possibly talk about every one of them. It has certainly felt like a quarantine album in that it’s been a fine quarantine companion, always whispering something new.

Best song: Spotify Wrapped doesn’t lie, and it’s my tears ricochet even though some of the lyrics in it are sort of over-the-top (I’m seriously talking about every time the word ricochet shows up, and nothing else).

Skip: mad woman. I cannot listen to it. Infuriating.

Best lyrics: You told me all of my cages were mental/ So I got wasted like all my potential (this is me trying)

I mean, how can you beat that? I’m seriously asking. For a friend

[bustedbernie]

Hi @heatherleee .

I don’t “hate” anyone. But as far as politicians go, Sanders has a comportment that is totally unacceptable. And it’s not just about policies.

So, i worked for the Obama and Clinton campaigns in 2008, 2012, and 2016. I’ve volunteered for local and state level candidates in both the Albuquerque area and in rural parts of New Mexico. This is to say that I am a democrat and have been working for actual democrats for longer than Bernie himself has been. That’s part one why I dislike Bernie. He is not a democrat. He is not “blue.” If he wants support from actual democrats, than that means he’d have to do several things. 1) either apologize for his past and current antagonism toward democrats or at least claim to “evolve” on this. 2) fundraise BIG for downballot democrats both in his home state and across the country. 3) Work for the actual party 4) register as a democrat through and through and run as a democrat in his senate elections. He hasn’t really done any of this. I’m sorry, but if he is expecting people like me who have spent time calling, canvassing, data banking, knocking on doors and donating to be on his side if he got the nomination, that’s insane. This is hard work and takes a lot of sweat, tears and dollars. We see him as a conman who is using our carefully built infrastructure while not doing the above to help. We don’t stand for that. And add in him getting involved with OUR campaign and saying OUR man, the first black president, needed to face a primary while we were dealing with a very powerful candidate emerging in Mitt Romney? It was not only totally irresponsible and disrespectful, it was a slap in the face. Don’t forget that Bernie has long held onto the idea that democrats and republicans are “the same.” Why would I like him after all that? 

Going on, I can’t forgive nor overlook his sexism and racism. This is kinda a big deal. His plans are not intersectional. Even to cite himself and many of his supporters, he bases much of his ideology on marxism. Marxism comes from a specific time and place and our point in history is quite different. I am quite smitten with many radical thinkers and philosophers, which is why I see Marxism and marxist writings/thoughts as foundational to a certain worldview in the same way Aristotle is. They’re great, but we’ve built on that worldview and adapted it, and we now have thinkers who speak not only of the facetious nature of “revolution,” but also the need for intersectionality and how “revolutions” often come at the expense of oppressed groups. Bernie’s ideology has not caught up. If you hear me say things like “Hillary Clinton or Kamala Harris are far more progressive than Bernie Sanders,” this is why. Their plans actually address issues of racial justice and gender issues while Sanders sees them, at best, as a secondary issue. He himself has called them “distractions,” while also peddling the idea that “a rising tide lifts all boats.” This just isn’t the case. If he is truly as revolutionary, futuristic, and truly the justice candidate, why in the world can’t he support or speak to issues that black americans, queer americans and indigenous folks deal with everyday? Saying a “rising tide lifts all ships” is to ignore us, to leave us unseen and to castigate the very base of the democratic party. Why can he speak to the so-called “white working class” but not anyone else? 

We can use your housing plan as an example. On the surface, I support many of Bernie’s goals and even many of his plans. But on this issue, you can see that he is peddling ideas that became popular in the 60s and 70s and were implemented in some areas. But, his program is outdated and racist, and doesn’t address the need for black wealth building programs. It also uses blanket policies that aren’t good for certain urban areas. Furthermore, his plan makes little room for new housing development which is actually the largest issue with rent and home prices currently. His plan would actually perpetuate problems by ignoring the supply-side issue. This is seen throughout much of his policies and proposals. 

Let’s get into why that’s an issue. Bernie supporters will tell us that it should be “just about policy,” yet, Joe Biden has now created a public transport plan that is the gold standard in this primary. Elizabeth Warren’s housing plan addresses the issues I outlined above. Kamala Harris’ plan did as well and arguably was better than either Warren or Biden’s current plans. Both have been attacked by Bernie supporters on this issue in breathtaking ways. They have been labelled land developers (which i’m not sure as to why that’s a pejorative), neoliberals, centrists, republicans even. This is not a policy debate. In this example, I’ve mentioned three candidates that have had policies. Instead of engaging on the policies, they attack the very character of the candidates. Whether you support Biden, Buttigieg, Warren or yes, even Sanders, they ALL have very similar goals and ideas. They may have very different timelines for those goals or funding mechanisms or might value some goals more than others, but we are all on board. Yet, we are attacked as if we don’t want healthcare or housing for the poor, as if we don’t want some form of debt relief, etc. There is no nuance allowed and I see frequently the idea that “Bernie is the ONLY one fighting for [X,Y,Z].”

And that’s the largest reason I don’t like Bernie. He has built up a very dangerous cult of personality. It feeds a form of discourse that is corrosive, divisive and actually benefits our largest rivals more than it benefits any type of progressive goal. Me, and many others, place much of the blame for 2016 at Bernie’s feet. You don’t have to agree, but that’s that. I, personally, will not forgive him for what he said and did against Hillary Clinton. I won’t forgive his campaign or his followers for lying on Kamala Harris. And I am not a super big fan of Warren or Biden and here I am finding myself defending them because many in your cohort are spreading the same kinds of lies and conspiracies and propaganda as the MAGA people. And yes, I am fully aware I am making an equivalency between Trump and Sanders with that statement, and I fully stand by it. This black and white worldview is why we have a discourse where “Bernie is the only candidate that has done [X,Y,Z]” is taken seriously by some voters, many of whom either don’t believe Bernie has ever evolved on issues (guns, LGBT rights, women’s rights, states rights, military, etc) or are willing to give Bernie the right to grow and evolve as a politician while not allowing the same of other candidates. It’s not right nor is it okay. 

So I don’t hate Bernie for any one policy, I am more than happy to engage in policy debates and accept that we all have slightly different views on that. But, those debates need to be done in good faith and that’s simply not something we get from Bernie or a majority of his supporters. If this were a policy thing, I could talk about Bernie the same way I talk about Warren or Biden or Buttigieg, and say they’re okay people with okay ideas but they need to pay attention to X,Y,Z because of A,B,C. But when I said I like Kamala’s health plan best for X reasons, I got told i was a fascist or centrist or neoliberal or whatever. I NEVER had a discussion where someone told me why they thought Bernie’s plans were better. Same with Hillary Clinton. Same with everyone still running today. As for this blog, I made it because I was frustrated by all of the above and wanted a place to vent + I wanted to make sure there was at least some content on Tumblr challenging the idea that Bernie is perfect, unproblematic or the undisputed winner. B/C that narrative really made people who spend a ton of time on the internet freak out when it turned out not to be true in 2016. I STILL see people who say “I don’t know a single Joe Biden supporter” on here. I’ve seen that for several other candidates as well. If this blog helps demonstrate that not all democrats/leftists are not on board with Bernie, maybe it will help just a little bit to lessen that blow. I’ve met people who have supported most all of the candidates. The echo chamber needs to have some challenge to it. That echo chamber only feeds the awful cult of personality that i really can’t stand and that I feel is very dangerous. 

[dregstrash]

king of scars re-read thoughts

i just finished re-reading King of Scars and boy oh boy I have some more thoughts (mostly on zoyalai, and damn this was a long post).

I ship Zoyalai even stronger than I did before

No seriously

Both of them are so determined to be noble and self-sacrificing that they lean on one another like two people who need the support of another (kind of reminds me of Nina and Matthias when they had to swim to shore)

Nikolai being so determined to save people. K I L L S  M E

While I love a good broody, edgelord. I do love the heroic, arrogant type of dudes who are just trying their best

Also Zoya literally has a vision to save all the Grisha ever and if she doesn’t end up being Queen by Kos2 then what’s even the point

Cause she says that the people won’t accept her, but girl, seriously. Pull a Sultan Jasmine and just change the law--the perception--save the Grisha

I also didn’t realize the depth of Nikolai’s optimism until this second reread. Like it seeps into everything he is or does. With Kirgin, he sees the noble heart and not the rake (for the most part). With his real dad and his half-sister, their very lives are threatening to his position, but he won’t pull the trigger on them just cause he thinks their very lives shouldn’t be forfeit simply for his existence.

Let’s not forget the fact that he really believes he can get his country out of a very very very difficult spot through sheer will and wit

I am also revitalized by the secondary relationships (Genya/David, Nadia/Tamar). It’s like a found-family dynamic with just a dash of “everyone’s getting together and there’s Tolya reading poetry in the corner”

Also Zoya and Nikolai subtly checking each other out is 10/10 content

I’m no expert but Nikolai is defff an extravert (maybe an ENFP) and Zoya is obviously an introvert (I’m thinking an ISTJ, but I could be wrong)

Kid Nikolai kills me each time I read his backstory

Like learning why Nikolai is the way he is. Knowing why he wears a thousand masks a day. Knowing that he saw monsters in his own family and has been fighting them since his childhood is absolutely amazing.

“My ruthless Zoya, I’ll load the gun myself” --> Iconic. Brilliant. Love of my life

Zoya saying the people would “never” accept her as queen is entirely laughable. Because as we know there’s really nothing quite impossible...just improbable

After re-reading all the stuff about the Starless Saint cult and The Darkling’s impact I’m here to report it’s just as horrifying as the first time I read it. The Darkling was a lonely, arrogant, narcissist with a delusion of grandeur and his followers are the kind of people who will forever be quoting other people’s pains as something to be taken for granted because to them “everything happens for a reason”

Nikolai has all these ideas that he’s always seeking for power and ambition, and while that may be true to a certain extent he’s awfully ready to hand over his country to his most trusted adviser

Also Zoya’s arc in this book is absolutely beautiful. Like just her process of grief and how that manifests into anger and will. And the fact that Juris doesn’t ask her to stop being angry or good, he’s just asking her to reconcile what was so she could move on fully. He’s literally just asking her to heal so that could be another scar she carries to make her stronger, just like the claw scars she has

And don’t get me started on the Juris/Zoya mentor relationship. I love it so much. Literally the only person who can match her snark for snark, and I love his “give no shits” attitude, but still be able to care kind of

Literally everyone in this book is advocating for Queen Zoya 2020, and I’m all here for it

And for real, there is so much foreshadowing to the fact that Zoya can’t be stuck being general forever. Despite her own protests or what dictates as “normal.” I think for Grisha to enter this new world where they can be treated like people, they need someone with significant political standing, and if that isn’t Queen Zoya than idek (cause i mean wouldn’t that solve a lot of their problems with Parem? With a Grisha Queen the use of Parem could be heavily regulated or banned, no other country wouldn’t dare use it against Ravka in case of enacting war, and it could finally finally unite Ravka and Grisha alike?)

Nikolai contemplating his own death is such a mood. I know I’ve talked forever about Zoya and her arc, but damn Nikolai. The Golden Boy hero who is willing to act for the rest of his life just so he can save others. And despite his strength he displays such a tenderness that makes him sooooo loveableeeeee. Also, don’t @ me but the iconic line of “if things were different. if he was led by his heart and not by duty” was the beginnings of a love declaration. i’m standing by that

One of the lines that kills me each time is when Nikolai is facing off the demon (one of my fav parts of the entire book tbh) and he says “he would never, ever turn his back on a wounded man-- even if that man was him.” just that hit me hard. that someone so confident and so self-sacrificing can survive by staring at his fears and deciding he was worth saving too is incredibly motivational. And while I aspire to have the Steel of Zoya Nazyalensky, I want Nikolai’s ability to be so Determined and Dedicated.

I also want to make a point about different views of love in King of Scars. Cause I think Zoya’s view on Love is the fruity, lusty kind of love that never lasts. Nikolai’s view of love is unattainable and based on pleasantries. I think they’re in love in the sense of choice. That love is the choice one makes after the attraction settles down and becomes normal. They just choose to be dedicated and choose Ravka (and each other) over and over again. And I don’t think they’re familiar with that kind of love to even recognize that that’s what it is (this is my own personal theory, I could also be wrong)

Reaching the end and realizing that Ehri doesn’t even want to be Queen, I really highly doubt that this marriage is going to work out. Not even because of the lack of love. It’s her lack of love for the people and zero political ambition. That’s pretty much useless to Nikolai who wants more for his people (i.e. Zoya will be Queen, I will keep saying it till the day I die)

Also, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: The Darkling is a piece of shit

Juris will be #1 Zoyalai shipper. I can see it. I can taste it. It’s going to be grand

I may have missed this the first time, but Nikolai saying that they’re about to go to war again is insane, and damn if I thought Ketterdam was a raging dumpster fire of a mess Ravka is a Whole Ass Disaster

Final thoughts: 

Nikolai is a good man and a good king despite his very mortal standing and him being vulnerable with himself and accepting his darkness is beautiful. 

Zoya is a powerful woman, who has a lot of capacity to love despite what she thinks and she’s going to make a kick ass queen. 

Zoyalai is endgame

Book 2 is going to be hella chaotic but I’m ready for it all

Ready for Zoya, Genya, Tamar, Nadia (literally all the Grisha women) to have their Avengers: Endgame moment, and destroy the Darkling for good

Ready for Nikolai to be himself unequivocally and be the King his country deserves

Ready for Zoyalai to realize that love doesn’t have to look like doe-eyes and silly platitudes, but it can look like understanding the other person and be willing to die for something greater

I almost wish that the Grisha TV show was about SoC and KoS, instead. That way the Grisha Trilogy can be told through flashbacks, and that way we can focus on the actual effect of the Darkling rather than glorifying him in this weird dark light (but that’s just me)

Anyway: ZOYALAI WILL BE ENDGAME 

[all-of-the-imagines-for-eve]

Forget About It ~ Sweet Pea (Part 1)

A/n: Whoa I kinda died huh? Got sucked into IT for a long time. And then the Umbrella Academy happened. And then I got hit with MAJOR depression and really heavy, bad vibes from all the dark stuff and tried to get super engrossed in lighter stuff like My Babysitter’s a Vampire but then that show ended in the DUMBEST way so in desperation I’ve returned for my fluff ball of love. Prepare for emotions.

Warnings. A! N! G! S! T! Arguing. Awkwardness. Violence, threatening, Archie Andrew’s weird red circle and gun phases. Panic attack. Fear. Betrayal. Abandonment. Archie Andrews being an idiot actually-

Pairings: Sweet Pea x Female Andrews!Reader

Song: "Forget About It" by All Time Low

Word Count: 4800+

MASTERLIST

One, two, three! You, are a handful of roses, thorns in a cheap bouquet. True, I'm a walkin' disaster- they told you to stay away. Seems like I'm makin' a deal with the devil who's whispering softly to me, "Are you sure that she's the one?"

You’d think things were insane enough as it is. But, no, my brother was nothing if he wasn’t one to add on top of already existing problems. The Black Hood was out there somewhere, closing in and leaving a path of destruction in his wake. Our dad was in a bed recovering from a shot wound and I couldn’t get my brother to eat or sleep let alone put down the pure - kind of terrifying - insanity with the whole Red Circle stuff. After the video, I’d been keeping a close eye on Archie, going as far as to stalk him. Following him around. Checking his phone. If I did sleep, I slept very close to where he was. I was so worried and cautious that it made me crazy... the problem was that I was right.

Despite the fact that I had reason to act the way I did, we’d still been getting into more fights recently and I felt like a jealous, controlling girlfriend he was about to break up with any second... but I also felt absolutely terrified. I was watching my brother - the Mr. Cute and Perfect I’d always admired and looked up to and wanted to be and leaned on and depended on (some kids asked what mom or dad or Jesus would do, but my first thought used to be, "What would Archie do?") - fall apart, piece by piece. I found myself falling apart with him.

So, despite the million reasons to stay back and take care of myself and my friends (who were also seriously struggling), I found myself helicopter hovering over my dumbass older brother, staying on his heels even as he brought both of us into the South Side.

Initially he caught me off guard, tricking me into feeling complacent, sending me in to make dinner just to sneak off with a big black bag. It wasn’t until I finished the grilled cheese sandwiches that I returned to where I’d left him, only to find him gone. I tore through the whole house but... no sign. Because of my close attentiveness of my brother, I knew about absolutely everything. I hadn’t told anyone in fear of getting him in trouble, but I knew. I knew him so well these days that it was as if it was my own mind with my own ideas telling me to go to the South Side when I asked myself, "What would Archie do?" It made me flinch to realize that for the first time, I wasn’t doing the good thing. The honorable thing. I wasn’t using Archie as an example to be better. I was stooping to the level he’d lowered himself to, just to find him and drag his moronic, seemingly psychotic self back home and smack some damn sense into him.

And so, sleep deprived and hungry and ANGRY, I found myself running full speed as I spotted my red haired brother so I could catch up with him as he spray painted a wooden door with a huge red circle. Oh god...

Catching his arm, I pulled him away from the door. "Archie what the HELL?" I screeched.

He didn’t seem to register me for a beat but when it clicked, he was only looking at me a second. "Y/n? What are you-?" His eyes left me fluidly as if he hadn’t been that focused on me to begin with. His arm dropped to wrap around me, scooting me behind him. I turned around to see three boys approaching. It was dark, but I recognized the look of the jackets and one of their faces seemed very briefly familiar. With Archie setting me on edge, I’d spent more time with Betty and Jughead before I’d full deep dived into watching him. I’d met Toni once and these boys had that vibe. That look. Not something that was physical, like most people would see, but a way they carried themselves. The way the confidence and power settled in their hands and in their expressions. Something you could sense. Could feel in the very air around them. They were strong, at home, and in complete control.

Serpents.

I’d never been scared of the Serpents. I feared them in a respectful way. I kept my distance and my head down. I’d seen them at the Drive In before it closed down and, as previously mentioned, I’d met Toni one other time. So I’d seen them around, but I’d always kept my distance. Toni was a serpent but she was small and a generally sweet person who avoided trouble when she could. She was almost comfortable to be around. Real and genuine- a breath of fresh air after living in a plastic world that demanded too much at too high a price. A world that demanded perfection. Toni was pleasant to be around, even when she was pissed at Jughead- I usually sided with her anyway just because I thought everyone was dumb most days. These erpents weren't Toni though. Not in anyway. These Serpents were tall and built and terrifying. I felt myself cowering behind Archie as I would at school as he blocked me from Cheryl or Reggie. Archie had always been my protector and even in his unstable mental state I still had a sliver of faith in him.

"What the hell are you doing?" The tallest snapped in a commanding voice that made me swallow hard after a lump formed in my throat.

Archie shook his head and my eyes flickered to the spray can in his hands. "Hey back off, I’m not here for you." I tugged on his arm and he seemed ready to move on and past the boys, maybe more because I was here than he felt done with how well he’d made his bold, red statement.

"Oh yeah?" The tall Serpent sneered. "Then who’s this message for?" He motioned to the paining on the door and I gulped again, still trying to get rid of that lump in my throat. This was gonna get ugly. Archie’s body tensed under my hands. When the boy realized what Archie had painted, his voice grew quieter, and it seemed even scarier than the loud aggressiveness he’d spoken with before. The calm before the storm. The hiss before the bite. "Aw, hell, don’t tell me this is for the Black Hood?" I cringed at the name of my father’s almost murderer and the boy looked at me, an eyebrow popping up. I tugged on Archie’s arm again but he was refusing to budge. The boy’s words were getting under Archie’s skin. My anxiety was rising. After Archie realized the boy was looking at me he moved to block me better. The Serpent’s attention returned to the tagging. "You believe this guys?" He asked his friends mockingly. "And people say we’re the troublemakers." There was a pause as Archie silently tried to move past them to make a show of his man power or whatever. Too scared to approach I let go of him, staying where I was. I was relieved when they caught him, the tall one uttering a, “Whoa," as they did so. The trouble was still brewing, the steam and bubbles of the boiling water slamming against the lid and threatening to explode any second... but at least I wasn’t alone. "South Side Serpent country," the boy eased. But then his voice changed again. Threatening. Heavy. Dark. Dripping with anger and unspoken threats... No, not threats. Promises. "You can’t come here and tag our turf." I suddenly felt sick, realizing that Archie was trying to KEEP GOING when all I wanted to do was go home. What drugs was he ON?! "So get your ass back to the North Side," the Serpent continued venomously. His eyes found me again as a I took a step back, trying to become smaller and smaller until I could just disappear. "Before someone gets hurt."

My eyes went wider, my blood running cold. Maybe Archie could fight these guys off but I couldn't. "Arch," I whispered. "You shouldn't have come here, let's just-"

"Get out of my way,” Archie seethed, cutting me off. His breathing was ragged and I took another step back, startled by how Archie suddenly felt even more a threat then the Serpents he was facing.. "Or someone will get hurt."

The Serpent stepped forward, inhaling to speak again and I found myself panicking, surging forward to place myself between them. The Serpent stepped back but Archie was solid. I wondered if he even recognized that it was me standing there or if he just thought of me as an obstacle. My body began shaking, my eyes staring holes into my brother’s skull. "Archie, this is crazy," I croaked out. "Let’s go home. You’ve caused enough trouble for one night. You made your point. PLEASE!"

The Serpent smiled. "Listen to the girl. Go run home to daddy before things get ugly." And he drew a knife, the blade hoverijg near my arm.

Well shit.

I felt it before I saw it. Felt my brother’s arms move, felt the air snap and change as the tension broke and Archie’s last chord of either self control or sanity - or perhaps simply both - flew free of it’s tethering post, no longer holding Archie back. The gun was in his hand, the barrel sliding back loudly in my ear to make sure we all knew it was loaded. I choked on a scream and stumbled back, toward the Serpents. "Who made the mistake? WHO MADE THE MISTAKE?!"

“Arch-" I tried. But then his eyes turned on me and I tripped, taking more steps backward. He looked so angry. So driven by pure rage and so far past a simple breaking point that I didn’t see my brother anymore. The Archie I knew and loved and looked up to was simply... gone. And a monster was in his place. It wasn’t the gun that scared me, but the maniac that wielded it. I expected the barrel to suddenly turn and point at me, his hand to come down on the trigger. I whimpered, the sound high and quiet and wet.

I tripped, falling on my ass, and cried out in pain. That seemed to knock Archie out of it. The tears started to fall and I curled in on myself, arms over my head and knees pulled to my chest. I was crying an shaking violently. I’d been under too much pressure with the looming threat of a murder leisurely wandering around my town on top of almost losing my father to have the human equivalent of my security blanket turn violent against me. I felt a hand on my arm and I squealed, cringing away from it and shaking harder. "I..." Archie whispered. "I’m sorry." And then in a last bang of blazing idiocy, to top off all of the shit he’d pulled tonight, he left me. Alone. Mid breakdown. At night. On the South Side. WITH Serpents. After he’d waved a gun around and it had been established that we were both North Siders and knew each other.

When nothing happened I slowly looked up. The three Serpents were in front of me, the tall one still holding the drawn blade. "Please don’t hurt me," I croaked out. "You have no reason not to, but, please..." My habds reached out, palms open as if to push him away. My habds shook in the air.

Instantly the boy’s face softened. He kneeled down in front of me, his hand reaching out. My eyes flew to the blade and he frowned, withdrawing his hand. He held the knife out in front of me and then turned it, holding the blade toward him and offering it to me. I looked between him and it a few times. "Take it," he encouraged. "That way you won’t feel defenseless."

My head popped up so my words wouldn’t be muffled as I spoke softly. "I don’t want to hurt you either. Can we just agree not to hurt each other? I don’t want a knife just as I don’t want you to have a knife pointed at me. Why is it always violence with you people? God..."

The boy seemed to grow five years younger than when he had faced Archie, his face relaxing even more in surprise this time. He tilted his head, intrigued, and then the blade was gone and he put the sheathed weapon in his pocket. "Look, you’re cold and scared and... why are you out here?"

My face darkened. "My brother is a fucking psychopath," I spat. Emotions were ramming against my insides, controlled but painful to keep in. And after losing Archie to whatever madness he’d finally succumbed to, this boy no longer looked at all threatening. I wanted to trust him and he looked so human and normal and kind that I let myself trust him, even though a small part of the back of my brain screamed hysterically for me to keep being diligent. Even if he was a good person, he was still a Serpent and this place was still dangerous. He could turn on me any second. He was a stranger. And yet I ignored that part of my brain and trusted him anyway. "Came to stop him. Save him, maybe. From himself." My eyes unfocused as I stared through my fingers, past the boy who's name I still didn't know. "Guess I forgot to keep myself safe." I whispered that, my voice sounding far away and almost distorted.

Heavy silence fell and it was weird to feel so comfortable with these boys when just ten minutes ago I’d placed Archie between us as protection. So much had changed in just a minute. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling anymore. Except cold. I was feeling cold. I shivered again, more forcefully. The boy sighed, hanging his head for a second before looking at his friends and then back at me. "My name is Sweet Pea. Can you trust me?" I paused and then shrugged, nodding. "It’s late. Do you want to go home? I can take you..." my eyes went wide and he nodded. "Thought so. Is there anyone at home you should be worried about keeping him alone with?" I shook my head. Despite his breakdown, Archie wouldn’t shoot our dad. The boy nodded, moving and shifting around. I realized what was happening when he put his jacket around me, moving to my side. My hands were still in the air and it felt silly but my body was locked, unresponding. "Will you come with me? I know we’re strangers but I’m not gonna leave some little thing like you to roam around the South Side and find some hole to sleep in because you’re too scared to go home." He pressed his hand against mine, using touch to knock me out of it. My other hand dropped, my body relaxing. He was warm. "I won’t hurt you, okay? I just want you to be safe." He was quiet and gentle and when our eyes met, I felt... I couldn't put a name to it.

I nodded and he stood, pulling me after him. Our hands dropped away from each other. I looked at him, cocking my head. "Why are you helping me? My brother just..." my throat closed, refusing to allow me to say it.

Sweet Pea frowned. "He’s a genuine lunatic, sure. But you’re terrified and shaken up real bad." He paused. "I guess I can’t look at a lost person and not offer my help."

Our eyes met again and we stared at each other with mutual intrigue, like we saw something in the other that drew us in and was confused by it. I was suddenly realizing he looked different than when I first saw him, more than just younger abd less intense. The strength that accompanied the kindness in Toni was mirrored perfectly in Sweet Pea. A big, friendly giant. I was stunned to remember that his tall, muscly build had scared me before. He was so gentle and kind. I don’t know what he saw in me, but two strangers had met and suddenly become acquaintances under a truce in a split second. Half of me felt it was deliciously dangerous, dancing like this with a Serpent. The other half of me was tired and wanted to feel safe, just for a second. Both sides agreed that it was odd that I found that need for safety in the dark color of his eyes. "Yeah," I voiced finally. "Yeah that’s okay." Sweet Pea nodded, his hand moving to my back to guide me with the smallest amount of pressure he could while still applying it at all. I stepped closer to him, taking comfort in his warmth. His hand pressed harder to me, more protective.

I don’t know what just happened, but this definitely would not be the last time I would see Sweet Pea. I wouldn’t allow it.

-

Amidst all the chaos, I found myself on the South Side a lot more than I had reason to be. The night Sweet Pea and I met, he took me home. I collapsed on the couch, curling in a ball and hiding under his jacket. There was a pause before he mumbled, "I was gonna offer you the bed but... okay." I thought he was going to be gone for the rest of the night when I heard him leave, but only a moment later his footsteps pattering against the trailer floor was heard as he returned. I peeled out of the jacket to see him with a pillow and blanket, offering it to me. I sat up, the jacket falling into my lap as I took the offerings with a small smile. I put them down next to me on the couch before raising the jacket, offering it in return. He paused for a second. "Keep it for tonight," he told me.

My eyes had widened. "But it’s your Serpent jacket."

Sweet Pea paused for a second before he sat on the table next to he couch so he wouldn’t tower over me so much. "You feel safe in it huh? Like, more than a jacket has ever made you feel before." I paused and then realized he was right, nodding. He smiled. "That jacket means a lot more than just what it actually is. I first got that jacket after joining the Serpents to support my mom. I was too young to do anything else, and the Serpents already had so many of my friends - my family. So I joined because that’s what we are. A family. A united force. That jacket is the only thing in this entire world that has ever made me feel safe." He paused. "You need to feel safe. And as far as I’m concerned, here, you are safe. Always. I don’t like your brother and I don’t like that someone as good as you has to deal with him." He smiled, his nose scrunching, and a funny feelings bloomed in my stomach and chest, spreading throughout my body very slowly. The feeling was new but pleasant. "You’re not a normal North Sider."

I smiled. "Thank you."

He nodded, standing. "Just don’t run off with it."

My smile widened and he seemed to forget how to walk for a split second as he looked at me. "Promise." If an hour before this someone had told me I’d be in a Serpent’s trailer, sleeping on a couch with a blanket and a pillow, taking comfort from a Serpent jacket, I would have laughed so hard I’d peed myself, and then I’d have avoided that person for the next ever because I would have been worried they were crazy or on drugs. But that night I slept better than I had every night since Jason Blossom had died. For once the whole world simply faded out and I slipped into a dreamless sleep that was refreshing and peaceful and nothing else.

He fed me breakfast the next day, insisting, and I had to admit he was a good cook. I’d called my dad after that, letting him know I was okay and delivering him some lie about crashing at Jughead’s after ranting to him about my stresses at school and in general. My dad sighed and seemed to not like the idea of me sleeping in the South Side but allowed it this time. Sweet Pea offered me a ride to school and I laughed, telling him no only because my brother would lose his SHIT if he saw Sweet Pea again. He insisted that he didn’t care what my brother thought but I didn’t want to drive Archie to tell my dad the truth about last night and upset him while he was recovering. He understood that and we agreed to compromise. He drove me all the way to the first houses in the North Side and I walked the rest of the way to school, thanking him for everything. He asked if I would visit again. I said maybe.

I didn’t. I wanted to, but I had so much sense and fear hit me after I got home again. My brother was still acting weird except that Veronica was in on it now. He made her aware of the gun and what happened and I sat in my bed upstairs, pretending I couldn’t hear them argue while dad went to some meeting at the school. I found myself wanting to be with Sweet Pea again and hated that my brain was defaulting to him as a safe place. Serpents weren’t safe. North and South siders didn’t mix. Especially me being Archie’s sister- it was a BAD IDEA! ...Yet I wanted it so badly.

So when I heard a knock at the door, I couldn’t even try to lie to myself as I flew from my bed, hoping it was him even though I knew what trouble and chaos it would cause if it was. I wanted him to be here, checking on me and making sure I was okay and ready to whisk me away to his cozy little home I wanted to go back to so badly. Veronica got to the door before me, revealing Reggie and the other Bulldogs with pizzas in tow. I felt sick to feel so disappointed, ignoring everyone else even as Reggie waved at me. They moved into the living room and I plopped on the steps, arms crossed over my knees and my chin resting on top. They were talking about supporting each other and I felt disgusted to be so close to them. They were STILL going after the Red Circle shit? SERIOUSLY?! What would it take for them to learn? Who would have to die?

Revving engines knocked me out of my train of thought but my anger was still there. I knew the engines were motorcycles only because I’d memorized each second of the sound while Sweet Pea had given me a ride to the boarder of the North Side, just like I’d tried to memorize every other detail of my time with him. I didn’t let myself think it was him this time though, instead falling into memory to satiate the ache I had now. I didn’t know him well and it wasn’t like I was about to claim I was in love with him, but he made me feel good and I hadn’t felt so in a long time. It was addicting.

Ronnie was first to the door again, calling Archie over "trouble". Putting together their talk of the Red Circle and what she would consider trouble worth warning Archie specifically, my head popped up and suddenly I was a lot more scared than hopeful. A part of me still wanted it to be him but now that it seemed it was, that half of me that wanted to avoid the ‘trouble’ it would ensue was pushy and demanding, screaming and overruling the other half. When the door opened, I shot to my feet and moved down to the last step of the stairs, my eyes on Sweet Pea instantly. I hadn’t realized just how handsome he was. That odd observation sunk in a second before Archie and Sweet Pea locked eyes and their passionate hate for each other exploded as tangible tension in the room.

"How stupid are you North Siders?" Sweet Pea snapped. He hadn’t seen me yet but it still felt like a slap in the face. I was a North Sider. Sweet Pea took a step closer to my brother. "You really think you can come to my house, stick a gun in my face, in front of my boys, and there wouldn’t be any pay back?" My stomach twisted, because honestly he had a point. I was still mad at Archie about that... even if it had brought me to meeting Sweet Pea.

Reggie grabbed the door, opening it wider to reveal the rest of the Bulldogs. "You really have crap timing bro," he told Sweet Pea slowly. Their voices were full of so much hate that I shivered, my breaths becoming more shallow. "Bulldogs eat Serpents for lunch." My fists clenched. My crazy brother and his stupid friends were threatening the Serpents. The only sane people in all of fucking Riverdale, who were protecting their home and their people from gun wielding maniacs like the idiot I was related to. I felt protective but suddenly torn. The Serpents weren’t my family. Archie was. Putting myself between them would make a statement, and there was no reason for the Serpents to take me in. Although I was fine leaving Riverdale high and my shell of a brother behind, leaving my dad behind was another story. So I stayed in place, my hands curling tighter and tighter as I tried to hold myself back.

"We’ll see," Sweet Pea cooed dangerously. "And the more the merrier." He had meant to look at the Bulldogs, challenging them, but as he took a step inside the house, his eyes landed on me. I only realized because I was staring daggers at the back of Reggie’s head, my face undoubtedly red with rage as I practically shook with how powerful the emotion was. I was glaring at Reggie and Archie and even Veronica and all these stupid North Siders I no longer wanted to be apart of when Sweet Pea stepped back, his movement catching my eye. Our gazes met and I softened instantly, my face exploding with agony and apology and regret.

I don’t know how he knew, but he seemed to know about me. Know what I was thinking and how I was feeling. Suddenly whatever invisible chord that had been between us, tying us together and gently pulling at us to return to each other, was now stronger. Thicker. Harder to ignore. For a split second he nodded to me and I don’t know what he was confirming exactly but I know that my decision was made when it came to my brother. When it came to Archie. This Archie that was twisted. This Archie who was dark and dangerous and threatening and crazy. This Archie that was not mine. This Archie I would not claim even if it meant siding with people who were practically strangers.

Veronica set some ground rules, which I was thankful for. We all filtered out of the house. Archie reached out to stop me but I jerked away from him, glaring at him ferociously. He physically stuttered, his body processing the hateful look I gave him. One he had never seen on my face. One he could not even imagine me showing, let alone directing at him. Despite that, Reggie offered me a ride since I made it aparant without words that I was going- even if I had to go by foot. So we all made our way to the hidden corner Sweet Pea had out for the fight. And everyone took their side, Veronica far behind the Bulldogs in her cloak. I moved to the side, far out of the fight still but not behind the Bulldogs. Archie threw the first lunch and I took several steps back to separate myself even more as the two groups converged on each other.

I didn’t like violence. I never did. The fighting made me sick, my face twisting with distaste and I want as I rejected the scene before me. Dilton was was suddenly bleeding, his knife buried in him. And then there was a gun shot and I jumped, soaking wet from the rain as the Serpents scattered, Sweet Pea calling a retreat when we all saw Veronica with the gun in the air. Bulldogs ran to their cars to help Dilton. Archie called to me. I stumbled back, away, eyes wide with fear and hate. Violence. All this violence. All this aggression and it was getting us NOWHERE. It was causing endless problems and issues and I hated all of it. I hated all of them. He called my name again and I turned first toward the North Side. But the Bulldogs were that way. My brother and his friends were the North Side. The Black Hood was the North Side. I turned away, running toward the South Side. And I didn’t stop running. Not even for a second.

-

"You know he’s trouble, right?" Betty told me one day. After the whole thing blew up, I’d called my dad and told him I couldn’t be home anymore. At least not for a little while. I had a panic attack over the phone and broke down and told him EVERYTHING and he paused before stating he understood. He asked where I’d stay and I told him I’d figure it out. The next hour after he hung up he called again to let me know Jughead was okay with me staying at his place until I felt good coming home again. He had always been a good dad. Understanding and supportive. These were extenuating circumstances. I was just glad that he let me get out of there. I might have strangled Archie in his sleep.

I was still going to Riverdale High, Sweet Pea giving me rides to the boarder as he did that first day. I avoided Archie at school and eventually he just gave me my space when all of his attempts failed. Sweet Pea and I began to hang out a lot though. Like, a lot. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed. Betty was the one who noticed, and, predictably, she had a word to put into the situation.

Shrugging, I didn’t even look at her to recognize that she had spoken as I focused on my homework. "We all have damage, Betty. I’m not pristine glass and smooth surfaces either." I looked her dead in the eye. "Maybe danger runs in the Andrews bloodline more than you think."

She didn’t have anything to say after that.

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As The World Crumbles (Chapter Four)

Collaboration with @hystericalrogertaylor

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word count: 1327

Summary: Ben and (Y/n) have been dating since Bohemian Rhapsody’s release. Everything seemed perfect for the young couple, until the night of the Golden Globes. Russia has bombed the United States, destroying everything and implementing a ruthless dictatorship. With the country in tatters, Ben, (Y/n), Rami, Lucy, Joe, and Gwilym form the Killer Queens, a vigilante group aimed on destroying the new government, and the cold-blooded dictator, Cornelius Vanzant.

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of death, cussing, mentioned use of firearms, mentions of kidnapping

A/N: ohhh shit here we go....

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“Word on the street says Vanzant is in LA as we speak.” Rami sat down at the table with a muffin for lunch.

You coughed, spitting out a bite of your meal. “He’s where?!” you and Ben said at the same time.

“I don’t know.” Rami shook his head. “He never comes here. He couldn’t possibly be coming for us though.”

“And what makes you so confident?” Ben asked, looking slightly angry.

“They still have no way to figure out where we are,” Rami clarified. “I’m good at hiding our location.”

Ben looked skeptical. “All right…” He slid his plate away from himself, no longer hungry.

You chewed on your fork, still anxious. Vanzant’s threats to your group had been getting worse still. You knew the moment you were found, you’d all be dead. Including your baby. The thought would even wake you up in the middle of the night, clutching your stomach for dear life. You’d even had dreams about yourself dying, along with the baby. But the worst of these nightmares were the ones where Ben died.

It happened in a variety of ways. He’d be shot by Vanzant, or decapitated in public, and in one you were even forced to kill him to save your life. It was awful, and he had no idea. You’d wake him up with your cries, but you didn’t want to tell him what your dreams contained. You were too scared that speaking them aloud would make them come true. You’d just hold him close, afraid letting go would mean losing him.

“So what are we going to do about it?” Joe asked.

Rami smirked. “Well, none of us have actually been out in the sun in a while…”

Ben was the first to object. “Oh, hell no. We are not leaving this hospital.”

“Yeah, Ben’s right,” Lucy said, placing her hand on Rami’s arm. “We shouldn’t leave a place where we’re safe. He could see us, and you know he wants us dead.”

Rami held his hands out. “But this is the perfect opportunity for us to kill him!” he exclaimed. “Think about it. We can take our guns and other weapons, hide in a crowd, and just shoot him. Then, most of our problems will be over.”

“You’re fucking insane,” Lucy said, standing up to leave.

“Babe, c’mon,” Rami said. “You know as well as any of us that an attempt to kill Vanzant should be made if the chance presents itself.”

Lucy turned around, angry as anyone had ever seen her. “So you’re willing to risk the lives of your girlfriend and child to MAYBE kill this guy?! You’re so stupid!”

Joe spat his water all across the table. “Hold on, his girlfriend and whom?”

“Lucy, honey, let’s talk about this!” Rami exclaimed as Lucy stormed away again.

“What child was she talking about?” Gwilym demanded.

Rami sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. “This wasn’t supposed to be how you guys found out.”

“Find out what?’ Gwilym responded.

Rami let a few tears slip down his cheeks. “Lucy’s pregnant. Maybe about nine weeks along.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at the news. Ben looked at you, asking a question with his eyes. You shook your head; you weren’t ready to tell everyone else just yet.

Gwilym put his head in his hand, sighing. “What are we going to do with a child? We already can barely provide for ourselves.”

“I know.” Rami wiped his tears away. “We don’t know how it happened. We were so careful.”

“It’ll be okay,” you spoke up. “We can take care of a baby. It’s doable.”

Rami smiled, reaching across the table to hold your hand. “Thank you, (Y/n).” He took a deep breath. “I know it’s going to be difficult, but this baby will be okay. It’ll all end up okay.”

“We’ll just have to kill Vanzant faster,” Joe said.

“Right,” Rami said, chuckling. “That’s what this means.”

Gwilym stood up, holding his arms out to the side. “C’mon everyone, group hug.”

Everyone at the table stood up, forming a circle of mutual support.

---

Ben, Rami, and Gwilym were chosen to leave the hospital and attempt to find and kill Vanzant. Joe was picked to stay back and hold down the fort with the girls.

You stood next to Ben while he looked at the gun he’d been given. “I’ve never owned one of these before,” he admitted. He fiddled around with it, almost twirling it in his fingers and accidentally pointing it at his chest a few times.

You grabbed his hands, forcing him to stop. “You’re going to shoot yourself, be careful.”

“Right, sorry.” He set the gun down on the table next to him.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his middle. “Please be careful,” you said.

“I will,” he replied, hugging you back.

“You have to come back to me,” you said.

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He tilted your chin up, placing a slow, meaningful kiss on your lips. “We’ll take him down, and then our baby will be able to live in peace.”

“I believe you,” you said. “Just don’t die in the process.”

Ben chuckled. “Don’t worry. We haven’t died yet, I don’t think we can.”

“That the attitude that gets people killed,” you said seriously.

“Okay, okay.” Ben held up his hands in defeat. He kissed you again. “I love you. I’ll be back later.” He picked up his gun and started to follow Rami and Gwilym.

“I love you too,” you said. “We love you,” you whispered, so as no one could hear it.

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Minutes seemed like hours and hours seemed like days. Lucy had reappeared at that point; no one had been able to find her before the boys left. The three of you had tried several things to distract yourselves, such as I Spy, board games Joe had found somewhere, and sleeping. You were actually in the middle of a peaceful nap when the door to the room slammed open, Ben and Gwilym running in. You shouted, scrambling away from the noise until you realized who it was.

“What happened?” you asked, noticing their panicked expressions. You then noticed that Rami was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Rami?” Lucy voiced your thoughts. “Guys, where is he?!”

Ben was panting, leaning against a wall for support. “They took him. Oh, my God, it all happened so fast--”

Lucy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “What do you mean?” she demanded.

“They captured him,” Ben said, pulling Lucy’s hands off of him. “We tried to shoot them, but they were too fast.”

“Where is my boyfriend!?” Lucy screamed.

“He’s been kidnapped by Vanzant,” Gwilym reinforced.

Lucy sprinted from the room. Everyone got up and followed her through several hallways until she reached the room where your group filmed your messages. It was also where you kept a television. She quickly turned in on and adjusted the antenna so the only television station could come through. When the picture materialized, your group gasped.

On screen was Vanzant, which wasn’t unusual. But next to him was Rami. He was on his knees, with his hands tied behind his back, and Vanzant had a tight grip on his hair.

“Hello, Americans,” he started. “Some of you may recognize the man next to me. He is the brains behind the Killer Queens, a terrorist group who thinks they know what’s best for you. But they are poisoning you! They’re feeding you lies and propaganda. But, thanks to their incompetence, they led us right to them.” He twisted his fist, causing Rami to groan in pain. “So, no longer shall you fear the mistruths and scary messages of this organization! We’ve cut the head off the snake. Long live the new America!”

Right before the broadcast cut off, Rami began to thrash around, looking towards the camera. “Lucy!” he screamed. “Lucy, I--”

The broadcast cut off, and the screen went black.

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Menace (Park Chanyeol x Reader) | 01

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More parts in my masterlist in my bio!

Genre: Mafia AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader, very light Jongin (Kai) x Reader

Word count: 3,3k

Summary: Y/N's job is dangerous. Working for one of the most dangerous mafia gangs, EXO, was not easy and Y/N was aware. Her newest mission was by far the hardest one. Pretending to be Park Chanyeol's new secretary to find out more about his succesful company. It was easy to kill people and do missions related to that. But it was not easy to not fall in love with Park Chanyeol.

Your name: submit What is this?

"Speaking to Blackbird. Target is walking into his apartment.", the voice in your ear said. "Expecting to arrive in exactly 15 seconds."

You adjusted your position on the roof right next to the big apartment complex, having a clear view of the apartment of your target. "Got it.", you answered.

Blackbird was your codename. But what were you, a young woman in her mid-twenties, doing on a rooftop with a deadly sniper weapon? Sometimes you wondered yourself why you were doing this. Then you reminded yourself that you had no other choice really. It was your job and you were paid to do it. To kill people.

Your first kill was the one that shaped you to the person you were today. It deeply traumatized you at first. But you learned to live with it. You learned to shut off your emotions. This mission was no different. A rich business man that was a threat to your gang. He needed to be gone since he did not agree to do any negotiations.

He was filthy rich and his illegal businesses were even worse. It was not a problem for you to kill these kind of people. It was painful reality if you thought about it. Taking lives. But it had to be done.

The sniper of EXO, that was your job. The infamous mafia gang of Seoul. Nothing was really known about EXO. Even the police didn't have much information about the gang. But they were constantly on your back. With every mission you had to be careful. Otherwise it might get very dangerous for everyone in EXO.

15 seconds. Your weapon was ready. One silent shot would be enough. No one could shoot more accurate than you in the gang. It took you years to make your aim perfect. As the man walked into his aparment, you loaded your gun. Timing was important. You coulnd't mess this up.

He stood at the window to look at Seoul under his feet from his high-rise apartment. You knew that he just signed a contract with one of your rival gangs. He grinned wickedly. That creepy smile would no longer be on his face.

Then you pulled the trigger. As if the bullet was flying in slowmotion, you saw the man on the ground at the same speed. You smiled, satisfied. A clean death. You took your stuff and got up to go to your headquarters. Your headquarters were in a rather abandoned area of the city. It was an old warehouse. Judging from the outside, it might look like a horrible place but it was very luxurious from the inside. Your chef wanted you to feel comfortable. You still had an own apartment but you never actually slept there. It felt too lonely.

As you arrived at the headquarters you saw Baekhyun, one of the computer geniuses of EXO, walking up to you and giving you a highfive. "You were amazing. One shot. And a very clean one too, as expected!"

You smiled at him. "Well, thank you.", you answered shortly. Baekhyun was one of the few people that made this place feel more like a home. Not a headquarter for a mafia gang.

Then Jongin, called Kai, came into the room. He was one of the combat coaches. He was probably the best fighter of the gang. "That was fast, Y/N. We can train a little later since you were a lot quicker than I expected.", he said and smiled at you.

"Yeah sure. Where are the others?", you asked as you put your gun away and sat at the big table.

"Missions, work, same old.", Jongdae who sat down next to you answered. "They'll be back soon. Except Kyungsoo. He's in Japan for a deal."

You nodded. These guys were about the same age as you, some older, some younger. But they were like your family. The real chef, Kim Seongho, an old man who was doing these things for ages was different though. He tried to make you feel safe in here. But that's all. He did not care if someone died or got seriously injured. He would just find a replacement. No one dared to say something to him. He had connection all over the world. No matter where you are, he would find you. That's how powerful he was.

But you deeply cared for most of them. They were amazing to you and sometimes you felt like a normal person when you spent time with them. Like eight brothers. Eight brothers you would give your life if you had to.

"Alright, then.", you said and stood up to find something to eat. "It's very quiet, don't you think? Like we don't really have any major missions, kind of.", you stated as you found ramyeon in the fridge.

Jongdae typed on his laptop. "Not everyone dares to fuck with us, Y/N.", he smirked. "But it seems too quiet. It's really unusual."

Before you could answer, you saw Kim Seongho walk in the room. Immediately, everyone stood up and bowed for the chef. So did you. He normally never came to the headquarters. Usually he would send someone over if he had an important announcement. You wondered what he was up to. The athmosphere was tense and felt very uncomfortable.

"You can sit down.", Mr. Kim said in a stern voice. "We have something important to discuss."

Everyone sat down around the big table as Kim Seongho sat down where everyone could see him. "You might wonder yourselves, what is the chef doing here? He never comes here.", he started. "I would not be here if it wasn't important.", he opened up his laptop to show us a picture of a building.

Park Industries. One of the biggest companies in South Korea. Park Industries was made by a man who really started from the bottom. He skyrocketed to success by his amazing ideas to modernize the waste disposal system of Korea. He wanted a more eco friendly country. At first it seemed like a very normal company. But there were a lot of rumours surrounding the successful company. Like illegal businesses. Nothing really was confirmed. For now it seemed like a clean company.

Everyone knew about his company. You wondered why your boss was showing you a picture of that building. "We've got mail.", he said. "It said that Park Industries might have a leverage against us. We don't know if it's true. But if Park Industries does have information about us, then it might get very dangerous for all of you. We do not know who they work with or what exactly they know.", he explained.

"Why don't we just kill their chef?", Jooheon, another member, asked.

Mr. Kim's fist suddenly was on the table, very loudly. Jooheon flinched. "Are you insane?! What would we gain from that? Except that they would leak every information they have about us?", Mr. Kim said angrily. "We don't even know if they have information about us. So we have to find out.", he concluded.

Jongdae spoke up. "How will we do that? Hack into their system?"

"We have to make sure that they can't trace us. I know that our hackers are very good at their job but we don't know anything about Park Industries. That's a little tricky. So I decided that we find out. Directly from the CEO. Park Chanyeol."

Everyone's eyes widened. What was his plan? It was clearly noticable that everyone was asking themselves that question based on their facial expressions. Mr. Kim then looked directly at you. "Congratulations, Ms. Y/L/N. You will work for Park Industries as Park Chanyeol's new assistant.", he announced.

Your eyes widened. Your head was spinning. What was he talking about? "Sir, are you serious?"

"How could I not be? By sending one of our people, we are on the safer side. I'm sending you since you are one of my most reliable members. And a man like Park Chanyeol would tell you a few secrets if you use you feminine charme.", he smirked.

Were you really the right person for this job? "I don't know if I am good enough for this job. You should not have this much confidence in me."

"I am sure that you are capable. You have done every job very well. I am sure you will do this one just as fine. Don't worry about anything. We made sure that you have an alter ego. Different name, different past. A very talented personal assistant.", he said, his voice a little more comforting.

You nodded. Your jobs normally included killing people from a safe distance. But now? You had to find out if your target had information on you. You had to talk to him and build some kind of relationship with that person. Killing was way easier than this. For the first time in forever, you did not feel confident.

"But if we find out that he does have information about us.. You have to kill him. Make it look like an accident. I know you're good at this Ms. Y/L/N. With that we show them that we have the power over them. That we know more than they do.", he said with no emotion in his voice.

Mr. Kim then stood up. "You will receive more information tomorrow. It's time to leave. I trust that you will do a good job.", he then got up and left. Just like that.

Most of the other members left as well and you still sat there with Jongin, Jongdae and Baekhyun. "Well, the thing about everything being so quiet didn't seem quite right.", Jongdae said, trying to lighten up the situation a little.

"I never had to do something like this..", you said in a quiet voice. "Pretending to be someone I'm not. I don't know if I will be able to keep up the act."

"You will be fine, Y/N. Even our chef trusts you! You've done plenty of jobs. This time you might not even kill the guy!", Baekhyun said and smiled at you.

"You know.. from afar the persons I have to kill, don't seem so real. It's like a game, where I just kill and leave. But this is different. I have to change my life for this? For who knows how long? I hope that Park Chanyeol believes me.", you sighed.

Jongin put his hand on your shoulder and looked at you. "Believe in yourself. That's more important. We will help you with all the preperations, Y/N. You won't be alone.", Jongin assured you.

You smiled at him and hugged him. "Thank you."

After that, you started "training". Getting used to your new alias and life was weird. You got a new apartment which was close to Park Industries. They got you a whole new closet with clothes you wouldn't usually wear. It was too formal for you but it was not horrible. It could have been worse.

Your name wasn't Y/L/N Y/N anymore. You were now Lee Miso. Your application seemed very impressive. You had working experience of at least seven years as a personal assisant. You were reliable and hard-working. At least on your application. In real life you weren't that amazing. Actually, you were kind of lazy when it came to paperwork. But it had to be done. Park Chanyeol and his company had to believe it.

After a few weeks of preparing, you were an "okay" assistant. You knew enough to make it work. After putting on a skirt, a blouse with a pair of heels and a light make up, you found yourself infront of the other guys. They were staring at you wide eyed as if you were an alien.

You sat in the living room area with the other guys, meaning Baekhyun, Yixing, Kyungsoo, Sehun, Junmyeon, Jongdae, Jongin and Minseok to show them your new look.

"Guys, it's not the first time that I look like this. I had to dress up for other missions too!",you rolled your eyes.

"I think you look hot!", Sehun said and smirked. You punched his shoulder.

"You guys are acting immature as hell. This is just not her usual look. Don't make her feel uncomfortable.", Kyungsoo spoke up, shooting a glare to everyone in the room.

"Thank you, Soo. Finally someone with a brain in here!", you smiled at him.

"So, what now? Are you going to live in that apartment? For how long?", Minseok asked you with a rather sad look on his face.

"I have to. I don't want to live there either but we have to be very careful. They cannot suspect anything.", you explained. "I will miss you guys but don't worry, I will visit when I have time.", you added and smiled at them assuringly.

Jongin sighed. "It won't be the same without you.", he looked at you, his eyes showing something you couldn't clearly understand. "If you need anything, just hit us up."

You nodded. "Alright then.. I should go to sleep now. I am going to "move out" tomorrow. I have work to do."

Everyone nodded. It was kind of awkward until Yixing ran to you and hugged you. "Come on guys, group hug!"

All of them except Kyungsoo hugged. "Come on, Soo!", Jongdae shouted and he sighed. But he could not resist either so he hugged you too.

Then the day came. You moved in your new apartment. It was weird and did not feel like home to you. It was just temporary, that was what you thought. Jongin came with you to bring you the rest of your stuff.

He put it in your bedroom. "So.. this is it, I guess?"

You sighed. "Stop acting like I am going to be gone forever. That is not going to happen."

He smiled. "I am just worried. I know that you don't like to be alone.", he walked a little closer to you. "Just.. be careful okay?", he whispered. "And if anything happens, use the techniques I showed you, alright?"

Your felt your heart beating faster. Why? "Of course. Thank you, Nini.", you grinned at the nickname while he cringed.

"Stop that!", he laughed. "Well.. I am going to leave now. Have fun at your new job!", he said and gave you a quick hug before leaving.

Your relationship with Jongin was a little different than your relationhip with the others. You were closer to him. When you first arrived in the mafia scene, he was the one to pick you up when you were at your worst point. He helped you through it all and was the first one who trusted you. He didn't see as a threat but as a broken girl back then. You knew that you would miss his company the most.

Sitting at your brand new couch, you thought about tomorrow. You hoped that everything will be okay. You hoped that no one will suspect you, especially Chanyeol.

You got up and put on your PJ's and lay in your bed. You needed a lot of luck and support. Then your drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

After a horrible night, tossing and turning in your bed the whole time, you stood infront of the huge building that was Park Industries. Your make up at least covered your dark circles that you had because of your restless sleep. You looked professional at least. EXO got rid off Park Chanyeol's old assistant to get you that position. You were kind of frozen on the spot.

You were nervous but you tried to hide the fact that you didn't want to be here. Collecting all your confidence, you walked in the building. The front desk secretary eyed you as you walked up to her. "Hi, I am-"

Before you could answer she rudely interrupted you. "Lee MiSo, I know. Welcome to Park Industries. Please take the elevator. Floor 9. Mr. Park will welcome you as well.", she said and started typing something on her computer, not giving you any other attention.

Suddenly you were a little scared. No, Y/N was never scared. You took down men that were twice the size of you. Why was this man different. As you looked around, you only saw people, with fancy suits and dresses, walking around with their expesive watches, Laptops and bags. You felt like you didn't belong here.

As you pressed the elevator to the ninth floor, a man walked in the elevator in the last second, nearly running you over. You were annoyed. "A little bit more careful next time.", you muttered, with a clear tone of annoyance.

He rolled his eyes. "You should be careful. Respect is the most important thing here.", he looked at you and then turned away.

"Yeah, sure.", you said, not really listening. After arriving on the ninth floor, you went to your own office that was right next to Park Chanyeol's. You saw the empty desk, waiting for you to work on it. You already found a name tag that said Lee Miso on it. The furniture was impressive and clearly very expensive. The whole office was very fancy. And once again you felt out of place.

You looked around and saw no one. Then a woman appeared next to you. "Hello, you must be Ms. Lee! My name is Kang Seulgi, I work in the marketing section that is right next to your office. Mr. Park might be a little late. He won't probably have the time to greet your properly. That is my job!", she smiled at your brightly. You could see that she really loved her job.

"Oh thank you. This company is huge.. ", you said before noticing your mistake. "Compared to the other one's I have worked for before, of course!", you quickly added, trying to sound convincing.

Seulgi nodded. "You can call me just Seulgi by the way. I don't usually do the whole formal stuff except for Mr. Park.", she told you. "Well you found your desk. There is a computer and you'll get a laptop as well. If you have to work from home you know.", Seulgi explained. "Take a seat! Mr. Park gave us very comfortable chairs.", she smiled, clearly satisfied with her company.

That was a lot take in. "Alright.. the old secretary left me some of her work right? How she did everything right?", you asked.

Seulgi nodded. "Yeah, every detail! Mr. Park sometimes has very specific request. So read everything very carefully. Just an advice."

While Seulgi explained the rest to you, your brain felt as if it wanted to blow up. Mr. Park was a very different man. You didn't know how to process all of this. You also couldn't forget your actual mission. Finding out if he has information about EXO. This was probably your hardest mission ever.

After Seulgi left, you started to set up your workplace. And, damn, Seulgi was right. The chair was really comfortable. You also set up your computer and all the documents you had on Mr. Park.

You didn't even notice a figure infront of you until he cleared his throat. You quickly looked up and saw him. A very attractive man. The man whose pictures you've analyzed the past few weeks. Park Chanyeol. He was even more attractive in person.

Before you started staring, you quickly stood up and bowed at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice. I'm Lee Miso and I can't wait to work with you!", you said, trying to sound apologetic first and then energetic.

"It's okay, Ms. Lee. Don't disappoint me from now on. My last secretary was very reliable. I hope you will do just as good as her.", he told you. "Welcome to Park Industries.", he said and started walking towards the door of his office. "Oh, bring me my ginseng tea.", he said and was gone a second after that. What. The. Hell.

You didn't know what just happened. But if it started with ginseng tea, then it meant that this job will be exhausting. Very exhausting.

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Hi guys! Welcome to my first series on this blog. This is not edited yet! I don't have an upload schedule but I will try to update this regularly! Thanks for reading!

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6.1

Things were still tense between her and Val, to Friday’s disappointment. Outpost had been horrible, yes, they could both agree on that, but they had had to agree to disagree on everything else. And that uneasy peace had not been reached before several arguments. Val was even more pigheaded than she was, which was saying something. He’d been sulking for days.

Friday pulled over to the side of the road and dug the map out of her shirt. As soon as the bike was parked, Val walked as far away from her as he possibly could - to the point that, for a moment, she was worried he was just going to walk home to Vegas. From Colorado. At least she thought they were in Colorado. Hence the break to check the map.

But no, after a point Val stopped walking and disappeared into the edge of the woods. The vegetation was strange here, wherever they were. Friday had never seen anything like it. There were trees, thin and tall, spread out almost like hair standing up on the arm of the world. And the bike had been going through more gasoline than Friday had accounted for. This country was hilly, and every time the bike crested a small hill, she would see a glimpse of mountains in the distance. More hills meant more fuel. And that meant taking real good care not to waste a drop. If Friday went the wrong way, they could end up walking the bike through unfamiliar territory, and Friday didn’t take very kindly to that idea.

Val emerged from the trees, having done his business, and paced the road in silence. Well, fine by her. Friday was supposed to be concentrating on the map, anyway.

The road diverged ahead into two paths, but the split wasn’t on her map as far as she could tell. The roads were dirt, the same size, the same elevation. Friday folded the map back up and tucked it away. The sparse woods rose around them from all directions.

“What’s the matter?” said Val.

“I don’t know where to go,” Friday said easily. She walked up and down the road, searching for some clue. “I don’t know why they needed two roads, each goin’ the same way. Why would they do that, do you think? You think one of them goes to a town, dead-ends?”

Friday was relieved to see Val interested in the problem. He stalked around the trees, clearing old leaves from the edge of the road.

“Why are you doing that? What are you looking for?”

Val shook his head.

Then, just at the fork, he got excited - actually smiled at her. Friday gave him a crooked, confused smile in return.

“Here - here, look!” he said. He pointed at the ground.

“A hole,” said Friday. “Okay? Looks like a snake burrow to me.”

“Post hole. It’s old and weathered away. There used to be a sign here.”

There was a pause. Then, Friday laughed. She couldn’t help herself.

“That’s really helpful,” said said, catching her breath. “I’m glad we spent the time to do that.”

Friday took a second to think. They weren’t going to find any clues just standing around. They were going to have to explore a little - preferably on foot, while the light was with them.

“Come on, let’s walk a mile down this one,” Friday said, pointing to the path on the right. “If there’s a town, it’s not going to be more than a mile from the fork, so we won’t have wasted too much time. Well, probably. And if the road doesn’t dead-end, that’s the way to go.” She could see Val gearing up to argue, and cut him off. “We’ll go on foot so we’ll be quieter, less likely to attract attention. And if need be, we duck into the woods and hide. Help me get the bike into the woods.”

“What…”

Friday was already in motion, dragging the bike off the road.

“Come on, cover it in leaves. Help me out,” Friday panted. Stiffly, Val helped her.

Soon, they were walking down the rightmost path, guns at their sides and the bare essentials on their backs - little more than their new canteens and the money they had left after buying new bedrolls in the last town. Friday still wasn’t happy about the deal she’d gotten on them. But it was hard to play it cool when you rolled into town filthy, weak with hunger, and reeking of gasoline and gunpowder.

“It smells different, here,” Friday mumbled. “I think it’s the leaves. Since you started kicking them up…”

“Decay,” said Val. He cleared his throat. “It’s been a long time for me. Since I was someplace like this.”

You did a lot of travelling?” Friday said, leaping at the chance for a conversation. “I knew you weren’t from Vegas, but - what’s that?”

Almost invisible in the gray trees, there was a structure. It had probably been white at some point in its life, but now it was as gray as the wood. It was a narrow building with broken windows and a steep roof peaking in a bell tower.

“That’s a church,” said Friday, nudging Val playfully. “Ain’t that beat all, Father?”

Val twitched his mouth into a brief smile.

“We should check it out,” said Friday. “I bet we’ll save some time - where there’s a church, there’s a town. They could give us directions, if nothing else. Or we could just scope out the town from the shadows - maybe get shot for acting like a couple of weirdos, but I did swear up and down that the next big decision was yours to make, so, you know - ”

Val shook his head. “That’s old world,” he said, slowly. “The woods here are new. Look - see how close the trees are to the church? They grew up around it. I wouldn’t take the church as a sign of anything. It’s a part of the woods.”

Friday huffed.

“Well, by all means, then. Let’s see where the road takes us.”

As they marched on, Friday began to get restless. She didn’t want to tell Val that she secretly hoped they would find a town, and that the town would be nice folks instead of rotten gang boys, and that by the time they got back to the bike hidden in the woods, it would be too late to drive on for the night. They would be safer in any town than they would be camping in the woods. The woods gave Friday the creeps. She didn’t like how young they were. She didn’t like not being able to see the lay of the land ahead of her. And come to think of it, she didn’t like that spooky church. It wasn’t right, the old world stuff blending in with the trees and boulders, pretending it was natural. The woods itself didn’t know any different. The moss climbed the old facade just as easily as it climbed the trees.

But most of all, Friday wanted to talk to people. Val was still tied up in his own head about Macomber and all that, which Friday was trying to understand, but at a certain point, a man had to let it go and talk to his travelling companion before she went insane.

Please, let there be a town around this last bend, Friday thought. Prayed, really.

Her boot sunk down in a patch of mud and she nearly lost her balance. She grabbed Val by the elbow and used him as leverage to pull herself up - he’d been paying enough attention to circumvent the mud, and it was the least he could do.

“It’s getting a little…” Val began.

“Wild,” said Friday, frowning. She wiped the bottom of her boot against the side of a tree. The path was narrowing. She hadn’t wanted to admit it - she’d been holding out hope. But more and more, the wide dirt road was becoming a trail. The trees crowded them, pushing them to walk closer together. Thorny underbrush reached out of the trees and scraped their legs. There wasn’t going to be a town at the end of this path, and Friday would have to be an absolute fool to follow a strange trail through the woods in mutie country.

“I don’t like this,” said Val. “We need to turn back.”

Friday nodded. They would get back to the bike before it got too dark, but they weren’t going to see the end of these woods until morning. She really hoped the other road didn’t end the same way.

Val had already started back down the path, and Friday hurried to catch up.

“You think this is a mutie trail?” said Friday as she jumped over another muddy patch. “Do you know what kinds live around here? Earlier, you mentioned you’d seen this kind of country before. Did you come from a place like this? Trees and stuff?”

“I... no. I come from a city.”

“What city?”

“You’re going to make me homesick,” Val said plainly. Friday couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not.

“Well, shit, after this, let’s go home. I want to see your city. Seriously, what city? You’re my travelling companion whether you like it or not, and you can’t keep everything close to the chest.”

Val gave her an inquisitive look, and Friday wondered if that was a little on the nose. Val still didn’t know that she knew about his mutation.

“You can’t place my accent?” Val said, a little incredulous. “Out east - ”

“You’re from the east, that’s all I got! Does everyone across the Mississippi talk like you? Because if that’s the case, that’s going to get real unnerving.”

“I’m not from across the Mississippi, you can’t live there. I’m from New Orleans.”

“And people sound like you there? I always imagined you as the only one. I’m gonna have to start practicing if I want to blend in. Let’s see, sort of like… you can’t live ‘dere across ‘de Mississippi, ‘de minoot you arrive you - ”

Val was looking at her like she was crazy, but more important than that was the harsh snap of a twig somewhere in the woods beside them.

Friday was on her gun before Val had time to speak. It was getting dim, but Friday aimed through the trees, squinting.

“I can’t see,” she said, blinking hard - as if that would help. “Val, anything?”

Val’s hand was on his gun as well, still strapped at his waist. But he shook his head.

Then, Friday saw movement. A shape low to the ground that she had mistaken for a large rock shifted, it’s surface rolling like a shoulder, as whatever it was crept closer.

“Come on out, now,” she said loudly. “Or you’re liable to get shot.”

The loud chittering of a squirrel on the other side of the path made it impossible to hear the figure in the trees. It kept creeping closer.

Friday put her rifle on her shoulder and looked through the sight.

“Last chance, man,” she said. Then, urgently, “Val, look behind us. There might be more.”

Val turned, finally drawing his gun. And he gasped.

Friday fired on the figure in the trees, but didn’t wait long enough to see if she’d hit it before turning around.

Standing right on the edge of the trees, maybe two feet away from them, was a mutie. It was tall and thin - a head taller than Val, maybe, which was scary tall, in Friday’s book. It was looking Val dead in the eye, and Val still hadn’t aimed his gun.

“Swap,” Friday grunted, pushing Val behind her. She yanked the bolt on her rifle to reload and fired a shot just as the mutie began to move. The bullet only hit its shoulder. Still, it went down, howling. Friday reloaded again.

“Val? How’s our other guy?” she asked.

No answer. He was frozen. Well, maybe he would live long enough to do her last rites if he got her killed. Always a silver lining.

Friday fired on the mutie she had just shot, getting the chest this time. She whirled around, pulling the bolt and aiming into the woods on the other side. The mutie that had been creeping along the ground was marginally closer, now, but much more shy than its friend. It was still a good ten feet away.

Val was aiming at it, at least. The way you would aim at a rabid dog you really wished you didn’t have to put down.

“Turn around,” said Friday, firmly.

Val gave her a pained look. Friday wanted to explain herself. But at the end of the day, she didn’t respect the life of all things or whatever, like Val. She sure respected her own life, though.

She hit it cleanly, and the mutie died on impact.

Without missing a beat, Friday grabbed Val by the arm and the two of them began to run. The sun was hovering just above the horizon, impatiently casting them the last of the light it could spare. Friday almost wished it would set, already. The long shadows of the trees reached out from all directions, entangling her and Val’s shadows in hand-like branches. She would never know how many of those trees were really muties, standing stock still, waiting for her boot to get stuck in the mud again.

It wasn’t long before they reached the fork in the road.

Friday finally let herself look over her shoulder, panting. She stared back down the path - wide and unthreatening again - as it converged with the main road. Val dug their bike back out of the underbrush. And the sun, having given them their due, finally disappeared.

epilogue 5 || 6.2