#they both help each other out and it's very cute

[demonic0angel]

DcxDp

Dan gets fed up with Vlad and runs off, he ended up in a younger clone body and ends up sneaking aboard a train, leaving Wisconsin and ending up falling asleep in a pile of hay since he was on a train that said Haley's Circus on the side. The circus folk were definitely surprised to find a small seven year old boy asleep in a pile of hay but decide to take him in. They also decide to have a seven year old Dick Grayson show the boy, Dan, he refused to give a last name, around, and welcome him into the circus. Dan sticks around and develops a puppy crush on Dick. The two are a pair of acrobatic menaces. When the Grayson parents take their fall a few years later, Dan was there to try and help Dick through it and ends up leaving the circus with him, especially since he doesn't trust Bruce. Dan becomes a vigilante alongside Dick. Gotham has Batman, Robin, and Robin's shadow to be scared of now.

Batman watched as Robin and his… companion snickered together, flicking coins into the air. Two Face, from where he was tied up, glared at them both. Eventually, Batman sighed and said, “Robin, give him back his coin. Don’t take other people’s things.”

“I didn’t take it though!” Robin said cheerfully, and his companion shoved him good-naturedly.

“Screw off!” The boy said and Robin snickered as he dodged another shove. Both boys then began to try and shove each other over to Batman’s exasperation.

Batman still wasn’t too sure about the boy who had followed Robin home into Wayne Manor.

He was haughty and volatile, quick to aggression but also had a very cold demeanor, and almost the complete opposite of Robin, who was cheerful and compassionate and had a rage inside of him that Batman had to figure out how to control. They were both dissimilar yet also so alike that it was no wonder that they followed each other everywhere.

“Give it back,” Batman sighed and Robin complained but still flicked the coin onto Two Face’s lap. Two Face’s expression didn’t get better, but he didn’t make a fuss as he was captured and brought to Arkham Asylum, coin in hand.

“Another day of hard work!” Robin cheered. “Can we go get a burger after this?”

Batman grunted. “No. A already made food.”

“Pleaseeeeee? Wraith wants to eat some too.”

Robin’s companion looked at Batman with his white eyes hidden behind a domino mask and then nodded. When he wasn’t glaring at anyone and everyone who approached Robin, he was rather cute like the way a stray cat was cute.

Batman wavered. Both Robin and Wraith looked at him with big eyes and pouts on their faces.

He agreed. Weak as ever against the puppy dog eyes of his wards.

Robin and Wraith cheered and Robin pulled his companion’s hands as they bounded off to find a fast food restaurant. Batman sighed and hoped that Alfred would forgive him.

Wraith and Robin laughed as they ran across the roofs together and as Batman followed, he could only think about how he was alone with no one of his age by his side when his parents died.

Even though Wraith was harsh and almost bipolar in how he treated everyone vs Robin, Batman still felt like even he would’ve wanted a friend like that.

(Of course, as the years passed, Batman would’ve cursed at himself for not refusing to house the boy that was now dating his son. How come he didn’t see this coming?!)

[httpwintersoldier]

『sweet little thing p.3 | b. barnes x reader』

pairing: bucky barnes x afab!reader words: it's real long okay, it even has THREE parts (or more?) summary: what happens when the guy you have a crush on happens to have a dad, who is older, hotter and rougher? 『 part 1 』 『 part 2 』 『 part 3 』

fluff ; angst ; smut

To say that things were complicated after that day was an understatement. On the night of the game you and Bucky had to wait for everyone to leave and for Andy to go to bed, before he could sneak you out of the house - at the end of the ride you had to force yourselves off of each other, or the night would become a lot longer than intended.

You had kept in constant contact, yearning to repeat what had happened the day (and night) of the game. If the day had more hours, and if the week had more days, you would've spent even that extra time messaging each other, as it appeared that the twenty-four hours of contact were (seemingly) not enough.

Bucky didn't tell you, obviously, but he was afraid that you'd stop showing interest right after, due to his age - he considered the possibility of being an experiment to you. On the other hand, you had also considered that he had only wanted you as a trophy, the young piece of ass that he'd tell his friends about. However, as time passed and as messages were exchanged, it was clear to the both of you that your worries were nothing but mere fiction made up by your overthinking.

You: lazy day today...

Mr. Barnes: does that mean I'm not getting a pic of one those cute little outfits you like to wear?

You: 1 attachment

You: this is the only outfit I'm wearing today, good enough? 😇

"Fuck..." Bucky muttered, and licked his lips as he looked at the image you had sent him.

The t-shirt was loose, but you were laying on your back so your curves and your nipples were very distinguishable. You had purposefully pulled it up, so your panties peeked from underneath the fabric, teasing him purposefully.

Something within him flared up, all the while you stared at the phone, anxiously awaiting his reply. You saw the text go from sent, to delivered, to seen, to... ignored?

You frowned, he had never taken that long to respond... You thought the both of you were "in a mood", but apparently you were wrong. Minutes went by and there was still no response, and suddenly you wondered if you had done something wrong.

The sound of the doorbell echoed in your place, bringing you back to reality. You were confused, you hadn't ordered anything, and you weren't expecting anyone, it was also quite late, which definitely raised an alarm.

You quietly walked to the door and looked through the peephole. Your eyes widened as you realized that, on the other side of the door, stood none other than James Barnes, he looked angry... no, desperate.

You swung the door open and, before you could say a word, Bucky cupped one of your cheeks and the other hand gripped your waist, pushing you against the wall as he closed the door with his foot. His lips smashed against yours, devouring you in a hungry kiss while his shameless hand travelled to your ass and gripped it harshly, bringing your hips forward. You could feel the outline of his hardened cock pressing against your hip, and you couldn't help the moan that escaped into the kiss.

"How are you here? I texted you like... ten minutes ago. You live twenty minutes away." You asked, looking at him through half lidded eyes as you caressed his cheek.

"My foot was on the floor with that gas pedal."

You leaned your head against the wall and laughed, giving him an opening to kiss and bite your neck.

"You risked getting pulled over just to come here quickly?"

"It was an urgent matter..." The man rolled his hips against you as he spoke, fully letting you feel his boner. "This time..." he paused, biting your neck in the middle of the sentence "there's no one around, so I want to hear you call my name real loud."

A string of cures left your lips as you grabbed his hand and hurriedly dragged him into your bedroom.

Bucky was quick to throw you onto your bed, discarding of his shirt and working on his jeans as he hovered over you. His impatience was clear, he didn't even remove your panties, the man simply pulled them to the side as he slid into you with ease.

Your moans and his grunts were muffled out by the hungry kiss you two shared. Your legs wrapped around his waist, giving Bucky a better angle to thrust deeper into you.

"Y-you feel so good!" You moaned, fueling Bucky to fuck you even harder.

He gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it off of you, so that he could see your tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips. The man gripped and squeezed every inch of your body, seemingly hypnotized by the way you looked when being fucked by him.

"I'm not lasting long, sweetheart." Bucky admitted.

"C-cum in me."

Those three words alone nearly had him climaxing, your pretty voice saying those dirty words for him, as your pretty eyes looked at him with that little sparkle in them... It took real commitment not to spill inside of you that very second.

"You're sure, baby?"

You could only nod and, before long, his hips snapped against yours in one final thrust, and his cock twitched inside of you, filling you with his cum. Bucky bent over, and kissed you slowly to drown out his groans.

"That's it, take it all in..." He paused, and kissed your temple. "Good girl..."

Once he was done, Bucky was careful when pulling out. He laid beside you, placing several kisses to your temple.

"You okay?"

You looked at him and nodded. Bucky looked back at you, with adoration plastered on his face. You were a grown adult, but the expression on your face when you stared at him was simply too cute, too much to bear, he wanted to hold onto you forever.

"I will wash up and get us some water, okay?" You said, brushing stray strands of hair away from his face.

Bucky nodded and slapped your ass as you walked away, earning a small shriek in return.

A couple minutes later, his phone vibrated on the pocket of his jeans that were lying somewhere on the floor. Bucky cursed and rummaged through the clothes until he found the device, picking up without looking at the caller ID.

"Dad? Where are you? I just got home and you're nowhere, I tried calling you like, three times. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, I left home like forty minutes ago." Bucky clarified with a sigh - sometimes he felt like the child.

"Where are you?"

Just as the man was about to answer and give some shitty excuse, your voice echoed in the house.

"Hey Bucky, do you want a beer instead or-" You stopped in your tracks when you walked into the room and saw Bucky sitting there, with wide eyes and his phone to his ear.

"Dad? Who was that? Oh my God are you on a date?!" The boy asked, with a teasing tone.

"No, Andy, I'm not on a date, see you later, okay?" Bucky responded, making sure to say his name so that you'd understand who it was on the other side.

"Sure dad, see you."

You sat beside him on the bed, giving him the beer you had brought for him.

"Do you think he recognized my voice?" You asked as you bit your lip, suddenly feeling uneasy and nervous.

"No, he would've given me Hell on the phone if he had. But it is kind of late, I should head back." The man said, placing a kiss to your lips, as he got ready to stand up.

You grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He looked at you as you pressed your lips together and averted your gaze - you were clearly itching to ask something, but you were too nervous.

"What?" He asked with a chuckle and a small smile, knowing very well what you were going to question next.

"No need to head back... It's so late, why don't you spend the night?"

Bucky kissed your lips softly, and then kissed you a little deeper, just enough so you could taste the alcohol on his tongue.

"I thought you were gonna make me do the walk of shame."

Bucky strolled into his house with a small smile, as he thought of you, of your body, and of the time you had spent together. It was hard to conceal how happy you made him, and the man didn't try hard to hide it either.

The second the front door closed, a curious Andy came in the room.

"Hey dad, where did you spend the night, hm?" The boy asked teasingly, hinting at the feminine voice he had heard on the phone.

The dad chuckled, and the spark in his eye instantly died down as he remembered that you were his son's crush and he had just spent the night fucking you.

"No one." Bucky responded simply, throwing his phone and keys onto the table.

"Come on dad, I'm not going to be mad! You and mom have been divorced long enough, I knew it was going to happen eventually." The boy insisted, in a whiny voice, as he followed his dad up the stairs.

Little did Andy know, but he definitely would care.

"You're being a pain in the ass, kid." Bucky warned, evading the question once more.

Before Andy could say anything else, the man walked into the bathroom and shut the door, creating a physical barrier between the two of them, hoping that Andy would stop pushing him for answers on such an uncomfortable matter.

As Bucky walked down the stairs after his shower, in search for his phone, he understood why there had been a deafening silence in the house for so long.

His son stood in the middle of the hallway, holding Bucky's phone. The man couldn't see what he had opened, but once Andy lifted his head, with red, tear-stained eyes, it was pretty clear.

"You're fucking Y/N?..." He asked, with a faint, shaky voice, but it wasn't really a question.

Bucky's mouth opened, but closed right after, as he had no idea what to say.

"You're fucking Y/N?!" Andy repeated, now yelling.

The tears streaming down his face were those of sadness, anger and frustration - he couldn't comprehend what was happening, and he was unable to assimilate that it was real life, surely it had to be a dream, a nightmare. His face was contorted in hate and betrayal, and the whole situation made him feel so, so small.

"Andy, I'm sorry..." That was the only thing Bucky could muster the courage to say.

"Are you!? Are you really!? 'Cause you didn't seem sorry at all when you were coming in the house! You knew I fucking liked her, I told you!"

The man opened his mouth to say something, but Andy was quicker.

"I don't wanna hear whatever bullshit excuse you're going to make up to make yourself feel better."

Andy dropped his dad's phone on the floor with force and dashed out of the door.

Bucky stood there, all of what he had done hitting him like a brick wall. Soon after, he heard the tires of Andy's car screeching as he sped down the street.

Fuck.

"You're fucking my dad?!"

It felt as if your world had crumbled around you. You had been startled by someone banging on your door, and, when you opened the door to find Andy in his disheveled state you didn't expect that to come out of his mouth.

"H-how..."

"I saw it. On his phone."

"Oh..."

"That's all you have to say!? 'Oh'!?" Andy yelled, his whole body was shaking and his face was red, there was not a single negative emotion he had not been feeling.

It was all you could say, it was all that your dry, aching throat would allow you to utter. Your body was shaking too, but your legs were frozen in the spot.

"How fucking could you?! You have to have known that I fucking liked you! And I invite you to my house and what, you fuck my dad?! What the fuck is wrong with you!" By the end of his speech, Andy was laughing, out of anger and anxiousness, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, at how he had been played.

"I-I didn't! Andy I swear that I didn't know you liked me!" You shrieked back, but it sounded more like a plea than anything.

"You're a fucking liar!" He yelled, pointing his index finger at you.

"Andy I liked you! I liked you too but..." You confessed, holding your palms in front of your chest, as if protecting yourself from him.

You couldn't finish your sentence, but you didn't need to, Andy understood.

"You liked me?..." The boy asked.

His voice had become soft, as if he had realized, just then, that he had had the opportunity he wanted and had lost it, to his dad.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Andy repeated, his voice harsher and louder.

As he stepped forward towards you, you stepped backwards, until your back was against the wall. Andy towered over you, staring down into your eyes with anger and disgust.

"I-I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry... But after I met Buck- your dad, I... I'm sorry."

You averted your gaze and stumbled on your words, nothing you said made sense and you couldn't bring yourself to make a full sentence.

Suddenly, Andy was pushed away from you by something, and, when you looked in his direction, you saw Bucky behind him, with a stern, rigid expression. The man had pulled his son back by the arm and kept a strong grip on it, preventing Andy from going up to you again.

"Not at her. You don't yell at her like that, and you especially don't treat her like that." The man told his son.

"Oh, aren't you the cutest couple." Andy retorted, in a snarky and ironic voice, while trying to escape his dad's grip.

"Don't be a fucking idiot, I've taught you better than to yell at women. You want to be angry then be angry at me. I fucked up. I knew about it, she didn't, so you want to get up in someone's face, get up in mine." Bucky snarled.

It was weird, he felt intense guilt for betraying his son's trust in such a vulnerable way, but at the same time his stomach churned and his face burned when he saw his son treat you like that.

Andy looked up at his dad and, knowing it was a fight he wasn't going to win, violently shook his dad's hand off of his arm.

"See you at home, dad." He said, and left, slamming your front door as loudly as he could.

Once the silence had settled in, and once your mind processed what had happened, you dropped to your knees. Your chest heaved up and down quickly and tears flowed down your face incessantly, the droplets forming a polka-dot pattern on the floor beneath you.

Bucky said nothing, he simply knelt beside you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards his chest.

"Sh... It's fine..." He told you softly, as one of his hands caressed your face and the other caressed your hair.

You had no idea how long you had stayed on the floor crying against Bucky's chest, but the man had not attempted to get up even once. He stayed there, holding you and whispering sweet words until you had calmed down. He waited for you to shower and made you some tea (after opening and closing nearly every cabinet in your kitchen).

"So... Y/N..." He started, with a sigh, breaking the seemingly never-ending silence, as he sat across from you "I think we should stop whatever we have going on."

Bucky was met with silence and a blank expression.

"What?"

You had to have heard it wrong, there was no way the two of you had risked so much for him to end things like that.

"I don't think this is a good idea Y/N... I-I have already hurt my son, and I can't sacrifice my relationship with my son like this-"

You stood up abruptly, accidentally knocking over the tea he had made you.

"You're a coward!" You snapped, shooting daggers at him with your eyes.

Bucky stood up carefully, he was now the one locked in a cage with a wolf, as it seemed.

"Y/N, please don't make this harder than it has to be..." The man stepped towards you and tried to grab your hands, but you moved them away.

"Coward! Asshole! I was just a piece of ass to you, wasn't I?! The second trouble came your way you didn't even hesitate to throw me to the curb!" You yelled, smacking his chest.

Bucky's jaw tightened and he tried to make you stop once more, he tried to calm you down, but to no avail.

"You were not just a piece of ass Y/N, you know it, but I can't do it if I'm hurting-"

You continued on smacking his chest, while crying and cursing at him - you didn't want to listen to whatever he was saying. Bucky was older than you, but he wasn't made of iron and his heart wasn't made of stone, your words and actions had hurt him just as much as his confession had hurt you.

"This is what I get for fucking around with kids." Bucky mumbled angrily under his breath, his jaw still clenched.

You stopped everything and slowly lifted your eyes to meet his gaze. You were enraged, disappointed and hurt, but his eyes... The emotions were far too vast, sorrow, regret, hurt...

You stepped closer and looked deep into his eyes.

"I wasn't a kid when you were fucking me earlier today." You spat.

Bucky had had enough. He finally grabbed your hands and pushed you against the wall of the kitchen, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.

Neither of you said anything, and both of you refused to break the intense eye contact.

It happened quickly, like a flash of light, but your lips were brought together by the tension and your hands roamed each other's bodies like wild animals. Moans, groans and curses echoed in the air as the the two of you made out against the wall.

The man picked you up with ease and swung you over his shoulder, spanking you ass several times on your way to the bedroom. When he dropped you on your bed, your body had not finished bouncing on the mattress and he had already jumped on top of you.

Your hands fidgeted with the button and the zipper of his jeans, while his fingers gripped the waistband of your shorts and of your panties, pulling them off your body in one harsh pull. The man pulled away for a second, to fully remove his pants, and to strip from his shirt, before removing your shirt with haste and attaching his lips to your neck. He stained your skin with bites that would leave a mark for certain, a small, dirty trail that followed from your neck down to your chest.

As one of his hands played with one of your nipples, his mouth attached to the other, roughly sucking on it, and giving it playful bites. Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging on it from time to time.

A long, strained moan was ripped from your throat as his fingers found your pussy, his index and middle finger slowly entering you as his thumb circled your clit. The man's lips pulled away from your tits, so that he could watch your face as his fingers fucked you.

The pace quickened at a steady pace, and he watched your pleasure-struck expression with a shit-eating grin.

"You like it, sweetheart?" He asked, bending over so he could whisper in your ear and bite your earlobe "Do you like it when I make you feel good, hm?"

"Y-yes sir." You moaned out.

Suddenly, Bucky removed his fingers entirely, licking them clean right in front of your face before gripping your neck with his hand, applying just enough pressure.

"Now, what did I say about calling me sir?" The man asked, with a glint in his eye, glad to have something to punish you about.

"S-sorry-"

"Too late, sweetheart."

Bucky flipped you around on the mattress, and pulled your hips up, so you'd be on all fours. He knelt behind you, so that his hips would be lined up with your ass, and slowly inserted himself into you, groaning as he felt your walls tightened around him. It felt heavenly, to be filled by him and to be wrapped around by you.

His hips snapped against yours at a fast, rough pace right from the start. The man's hands made a makeshift ponytail with your hair and he tugged on it from time to time, as if punishing you for talking back to him.

"Who's fucking you this good? Hm?"

"Y-you!" You yelled.

His free hand spanked your ass a couple of times.

"Who are you a whore for, pretty girl?"

"You!"

Spank.

"Say my name!"

"F-fuck! You Bucky! You fuck me so well- shit!" You cursed as you could feel the familiar knot forming on your stomach.

You arms gave in and your back arched, allowing for Bucky to somehow hit a better spot in you. With a cry for his name, and a string of undecipherable curses, you came.

The way his name left your lips made Bucky climax instantly, filling you up with his cum as he praised you.

As you both came down from your high, the man bent over and kissed your shoulder blades, before pulling out.

"You did really good, sweetheart." He whispered, before slowly flipping you around and pulling you towards him.

As you laid on his chest, Bucky played with your hair, sharing a minute of silence while the two of you caught your breaths.

"So... Is this goodbye?" You said, unwilling to meet his eye.

"It can't be..." The man admitted.

After that confession, you slowly looked up at him. His face was unreadable, the emotions were far too many to be able to decipher just one.

"Then why would you say that... earlier."

Bucky pressed his lips together and sighed. He didn't know how you had done it, but you snuck into his heart and tripled its size. Bucky found himself thinking of you day and night, you made him feel things he hadn't felt in a long time.

"It seemed like the best option- the only option. I mean fuck, my son likes you, and here I am with you. And it's selfish but..." He paused and sighed once more, unsure if he should speak his mind "This has already been done, I've already hurt my son, unfortunately. All I can do is ask for forgiveness, but if I stopped seeing you... Then three people would end up being hurt."

You squeezed Bucky tightly - you hadn't known him for long, but you could tell that it was hard for him to be selfish, to act in his own interest instead of putting everyone else before him.

"We'll figure this out..."

"minors dni" banner credit - @cafekitsune taglist: @bookofriverr ; @starfly-nicole @deafening-roar-of-angry-students

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Camp Fire- Bucky x Reader

Summary: Heated kisses by the fire seem to keep reader warm on an Avengers camping trip

Word count: 778

Bucky tag list: @winterslove1917 @cieraboobear @mencantaleer

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Peace and calmness soaked into your very being, right down to your tired bones, as you sat by the fire. All your friends were asleep in the tents surrounding you, and it was just Bucky and you left awake.

Though the night and the surroundings were relaxing, you still felt slightly on edge. Was it because of the fact that as the fire grows smaller, you grow colder? Or maybe it was a certain super soldiers sweet eyes looking at you.

Bucky had been catching your eye most of the day, though you were able to distract yourself with other things, but now it was just the two of you.

You tried to ignore the way his gaze made you feel, but it was getting more difficult. Slowly Bucky had made his way closer to you as the fire became smaller, and now that it wasn’t as roaring as it once was, he was only an arms length away from you.

“Are you not going to bed because you’re cold?” He broke the silence, forcing you to meet his charming eyes.

“N-no, I just like staying up.”

The sound of Buckys chuckle at your weak excuse, was followed by the sound of his heavy boots briefly crushing the twigs and leaves beneath his feet, as he now moved to sit right beside you. With his warm body so close to yours, it took everything in you not to lean in closer to his strong chest.

“Serum made me have a high metabolism and ‘works harder’, so I’m warmer than usual, or something like that. Stark was explaining it but I wasn’t listening. I mean I like science but when it’s about how I’m a weird experiment I try not to listen,” Bucky awkwardly rambled.

From what Steve had said, Bucky had been a real ladies man back in the day, but for some reason when he’s with you, he turns into a rambling idiot.

“But you know, I guess that doesn’t matter, because you’re not cold.”

“Nope, not at all.”

“Okay, I’ll just move ba-“

You didn’t mean for your arm to shoot out for his, but the thought of him being away from you sounded like torture. You tried to tell yourself it was only because he was warm, and definitely not because you liked his presence and his body felt nice lightly pressed to yours.

"You're cold! Don’t try to lie to me, I could literally see you shivering before. Here, have this, you'll feel warmer,” he fought you as he began taking off his jacket.

“Bucky no.”

“Doll, yes!”

“James, I’m fine!”

“Don’t fight me on this!”

You only half-heartedly struggled as he pulled your arms in and zipped his jacket up on you like a child.

Sitting beside you once again, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and smiled down at your blushing face.

“Did you call me, doll?” You asked as you tried to get the upper-hand.

“I did, and you called me ‘James’.”

Realising what you had said made you hide your face against his shoulder, causing him to chuckle again.

“You’re cute when you’re all shy, doll,” he whispered charmingly against your ear.

Slowly you raised your head from his shoulder to look into his enchanting eyes, they soften as they meet yours. Straighten up to look at him more clearly, you can’t help but melt at his gorgeous eyes and his oh so inviting lips. You hadn’t realised you were drawing closer to him until you felt his arm wrap around your waist, and his other hand come to your cheek.

As Bucky leaned into you, your hand landed on the back of his neck, and you leaned even more into him.

Once your lips meet, you both can’t help but hum out in relief, as if both of you had needed this kiss for a long time.

Deepening the kiss, both of Buckys hands reach down to squeeze at your hips, as both of your hands tangle and pull at his hair. Opening your mouth, he slips his tongue in, causing your moans to deepen.

As if you both can’t get enough of each other, you crawl and Bucky pulls you into his lap, where his hands land on your ass. Feeling his hands squeeze you, you unwillingly break from the kiss.

Both of you catch your breath as you look deep into each others eyes.

“You know, you really do look great in my jacket, doll. Makes me want to see you in my clothes more often,” he flirts as he begins to leave light kisses on your neck.

“Bet I’d look even better in your tent.”

[insomniadreamzz]

I love the color blue

Jinx x Fem!Reader modern AU

Reader being a tattoo artist, no smut just mentions of nudity

The sound of the tattoo pistol buzzing was the only thing that filled up your tattoo studio, you being focused on your work. You wanted to make it perfect, especially because the woman you tattooed wasn’t just a normal customer.

You and Jinx have known each other for a while, you could say you became friends but she didn’t know you had a crush on her. Jinx always talked about the blue clouds she wants to get tattooed and today you finally gave in and made her wish get true.

She looked at you working on her arm and every now and then she looked at your face, seeing you being highly focused. One of the things she loved about you being focused was definitely the way your tongue got a little bit out, thinking you look so cute like that.

„Are you okay? Or do you need a pause?“ You asked her, Jinx shaking her head in response. „No don’t worry I am fine you can continue.“ She responded, making you keep doing your work. You knew she wasn’t the one to feel a lot of pain. Jinx past made her numb, she had to go through a lot of shit but every time she was with you, she showed at least a bit of true emotions even though she hid them very well behind her quirky behavior which seemed manic to others. It wasn’t a secret for you, you knew about her mental problems but you never thought they are a real problem for your relationship.

You couldn’t help but blush when you reached for her exposed chest. She wanted the tattoos to go along her boob and then down her ribs until they reached her tummy on the side. Of course you didn’t say no to her wish even though you needed to collect yourself once you saw her upper body naked. You could ignore it while you worked on her arm but now you are directly facing her chest, even tattooing on it. Your blush wasn’t unnoticed by her, making Jinx smirk as she looked at you still focused but this time with a blush on your cheeks. „Enjoy what you see?“ Jinx teased you but you didn’t pay much attention to it. „Yea I think these clouds came out pretty well.“ You mentioned, of course knowing what she meant but you had no time for flirting now, not wanting to mess up.

Once you finished, you took a last look at your work on Jinx, smiling as you felt satisfied with the result. „Good, I am done, go look at it yourself and tell me how you like it.“ You told her and Jinx hopped off the chair and walk towards the huge mirror in your studio, smiling as she admired your work on her. „You did a very good job toots! Thanks for that. Now I have you on me forever.“ She said as she turned to look at you, a little spark in her eyes. „M-Me? How’s that? It’s my job and I gave you the tattoos you always wanted.“ You simply reply, looking at her, noticing the tension building up between the both of you in that tiny room of your studio.

„Yes that’s the point dummy. YOU made it.“ She chuckled before walking closer to you, wanting to hug you. The feeling of her exposed chest in you making you blush. You hesitated for a moment before wrapping your arms around her waist, looking back into her beautiful eyes. „So? How many more hints do you need to understand my feelings?“

Your eyes widen a little bit at her statement. It was true, you did avoid all of her hints and attempts to get closer to you just because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship or just misinterpret something but the way she kept staring into your eyes made you realise it more. „So? You’re not just being your usual playful self?“ You said with a smirk, wanting to hear it from her but instead of using her words, Jinx decided to close the gap between you both, pulling you into a kiss.

You felt butterflies in your stomach when you kissed, tilting your head a little bit to deepen the kiss as you got lost for a moment, only wanting to enjoy the moment. When you pulled back, you both blushed, staring at each other for a a few seconds, the silence being interrupted by Jinx’s giggle. „Heh…I love you toots.“ You smile brightly at her words, not being able to hold back and ignore what just happened between you two, pecking her lips once again. „I love you too.“ You admitted, feeling the weight of your shoulders fall and you felt much lighter. „We still need to finish you up tho, the tattoos need to be protected.“ You mentioned, knowing you were still not done with your work.

„Yea sure but after you wrap them up…do you still have any customers coming today?“ Jinx asked with that special look on her face, knowing what she wanted. „You’re the only one today love. You want me to lock the doors?“ You asked mostly in a joking way but Jinx’s smile became darker, showing a little hint of lust.

„Yes…it’s time for me to take care of you after you did such a good job my love.“ She answered and you were eager to finish this up so you can focus on each other more and finally getting closer to each other like you always dreamed of.

[vampireistic]

failed replaced!MC AU - part two

ཐི synopsis: the somber trickster of the house of lamentation is now attempting to both woo you and maintain a steady enough relationship with the brothers that they don’t end up with a knife to their throat - but trust is not given, it’s forged.

ཐི feat: demon bros.

ཐི warnings: not proofread, second person

ཐི a/n: i’m so sorry that this took so damn long i had major writer’s block TwT. i’m still planning to add the rest of the brothers but my brain is just kinda mleh right now :[ hope you still enjoy and thank you sm for the love on part one！♡

♡ tags: @jjsmeowthie @mahi-does-obey-me @fanfanfantic @emilystarmix @arie2faced @mokasredribbon @fandomlover011 @catdalmata @p1nkpaperstars @a-soul-punk @vernith @weareparanoidcynicalpeople —> quite a few didn’t work so i’m really sorry if you aren’t here but asked to be tagged! >^<

“Fmnf…I love you.”

“…”

“Huh?”

A terribly long silence crept into the room, everyone collectively staring at each other back and forth as if playing ping-pong with their thoughts. But with this bundle, it only took a further moment for the place to disperse into utter chaos.

Mammon, of course starting the whole row, yells: “WHAAAT?! Hey, HEY! They’re mine, ya hear?! I own them!”

“You don’t even own a valid card.” Belphegor quietly rebutted.

Levi, who was standing off to the side for a while, sputtered, face turning a lovely red hue as he dramatically points at Notus. “W-what kind of confession is that?! You think this is some cheesy dating sim?! And you think you can just barge into the route I’ve been working on for ages?!” He clutches his chest like he’s about to faint. “This is literally my worst nightmare!”

Asmo doesn’t even waste a moment to latch himself onto you, arms protectively cradled around your shoulders as he drags you to his chest. “Oh well, aren’t you a bold one, sweetie?” He droops his head so it snuggles right against the junction between your shoulder and neck. “Don’t think this revelation will save you though, darling - the same way glittery eyeshadow won’t cover a bruised eye, your “love” won’t cover that nasty personality of yours!”

Ouch. Even you couldn’t help but let out a tiny sound of displeasure.

Obviously, some of them couldn’t help but get up close and personal with the little daredevil, Satan particularly not liking the turn of events as he steps in dangerously close, the flick of his tail snapping on the ground like shackles.

“Are you just throwing words around now because you’ve ran out of ways to be annoying?” His voice is oddly calm, but the subtly laced venom in his tone and tension in his shoulders made Notus unsurprisingly shrink back.

Beel paused mid-bite of a sandwich (that’s how you know it’s a serious discussion), blinking slowly at Notus. “…Do you even know MC well enough to say that?” He tilts his head, genuinely confused. “I mean, MC’s amazing, they’re very kind, cute and forgiving…but you don’t seem like you’re being serious.” The concern in his voice is evident, he even subtly shifts closer to you and wraps a large, gentle hand over your hip (please forgive the crumbs).

“We’ll be sure to send you some self-help guides on how to handle rejection!” Asmo couldn’t help but squeeze in, blowing a theatric kiss over at Notus before tilting his head to kiss and nuzzle your cheek - much to everyone else’s vexation.

Like always it seems, you were right in the centre of everything. Centre of desire, possessive demons (and a reaper who just so happened to flick a candle off the table by ‘accident’), and what seemed like the most telenovela-esque love quarrel you’ve had the (dis)pleasure of watching.

“You’re all missin’ the point here! MC here is mine, no lousy, weak human can come and compete with the Great Mammon!”

“Yours?! Don’t you mean ours?” Asmo interrupted, practically picking you up as he continued squishing you in his embrace. “Honestly, Mammon, stop acting like some jealous ex. We all know MC’s whole heart belongs to me—”

“Like hell it does!” Levi’s voice cracked as he jabbed a finger at Asmo. “You think you can just jump into my route like it’s some free DLC? You don’t even have the charisma stat for it!”

Yeah, did you really expect the conversation to remain on the singular point of interest when these siblings are involved?

“Oh, shut up, Levi!” Mammon barked, jabbing a thumb at his chest. “At least we don’t spend every second locked in our rooms, ya stupid otaku!”

“Better that than being a broke, brain-dead idiot!” Levi shot back.

“Why are you all arguing?” Beel’s deep voice rumbled as he looked between his brothers and Notus. “MC’s already ours anyway. Right, MC?” Beel attempted to gently pry you away from Asmo’s near bruising hold, a pitying look furrowing his brows.

“MC doesn’t belong to anyone,” Satan growled, stepping closer to Notus, his voice calm but laced with venom. “But if they did, it certainly wouldn’t be someone like you.” His tail lashed against the floor, punctuating his words.

“Who asked you, Satan?” Mammon fired back. “Don’t even act like ya ain’t been jealous of me ‘n MC since day one!”

“Jealous?” Satan’s voice dropped lower, he turned his attention away from Notus to Mammon. “Of you?”

“Oh my, it’s like a live episode of The Human Who Captured Demonic Hearts!” Levi wailed, burying his face in his hands.

Asmo huffed, “MC, darling, you don’t have to entertain these rowdy imbeciles, do you? Especially not after that disaster of a confession.” He gave Notus a pointed look, sneering. “That was so pathetic it made my skin crawl.”

“Shut up, Asmo!” Mammon shouted.

“Silence!”

Lucifer’s voice thundered through the room, instantly freezing everyone in place. The chaos ground to an abrupt halt, and all eyes turned to him. He stood at the centre of the room, his wings slightly flared, a dark shadow cast over his face.

His glare fell on Notus, cold and unrelenting. “I will NOT tolerate any more disruptions, especially at MC’s expense.”

Notus, who had been forced into a rather submissive silence throughout the turmoil, tearily spoke up in a meek tremor for a voice: “I—I am serious! I mean…obviously it started as something less than ideal, I was trying my best to ruin them in whatever way possible but…” They looked sorrowfully over at you, hands clasped together as a flushed hue appeared on their face, “but every fail made me realise just how truly amazing they are…I was so blind by hatred for a while but I slowly realised just how much I adored their inability to give up - and now, their kindness even when I don’t deserve it.”

Mammon, still fuming, scoffed. “Yeah, ya think a little sob story’s gonna make up for all the crap ya pulled? Get real.”

Levi groaned dramatically, clutching his head. “Ugh, this is so cringe, I can’t take it anymore. It’s like something out of a bad fanfic—but worse, because it’s real!”

“MC? What are your thoughts on this matter? It does concern you directly, after all.” Diavolo for the first time in this whole ordeal spoke up as a voice of surprisingly decent reason, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Hm, well…” you thought, and suddenly the room felt oppressive again. A large network of eyes stared at you silently. Unblinking and sharp, like owls perched in the shadows, watching a prey intently to guard their object of affection (that being you, of course). “I mean, to reiterate - when I was new, you guys weren’t exactly the nicest of…” ooh you had to reconsider your word choice with that one, “the nicest of hosts, shall we say?”

“I’ve had to live through several attempted murders and threats, I can handle a little flunked spell that was taken too far and frankly, funny jabs at my reputation.” Somehow, the giggle that followed from your lips didn’t ease content into your beloved’s hearts.

“Personally, I’d like to give them a second chance.”

Such few words but ones that easily flickered a fire intended for argumentative chaos.

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Diavolo could never deny you anything. He wouldn’t dream of it. So when you announced you’d give the exchange student another chance he was more than happy to grant them that privilege. Despite all the bickering and grievances expressed by the brother’s, at the end of the day, it was your decision to make and finalise.

You can definitely change the intentions of a person, but rarely ever the methodology of their emotional decisions. Something you had to learn the hard way when Notus just so happened to be in charge of breakfast one morning, giving only you a batch of heart-shaped pancakes drizzled with your favourite sauce and toppings.

A sweet gesture. And at first, the twin’s couldn’t care less about Notus’ clear plan to win your affection, but starting off with food (Beel’s territory!) was more than vile. Have you ever seen those videos of a dog side glaring their owner either because they’re pretending they didn’t do anything wrong while the evidence is right there, or because they just desperately want a bite of food? Beel was certainly the latter currently, his gaze never faltering from your plate.

He and Belphie alone were allowed to brazenly give you their hearts, no one else.

“Would you like one, Beel?” You ask, drawing him away from his thoughts with that honeyed voice he loved so much. He’s never devoured a plate faster in his life.

“Sorry…I know you said only one.” He nervously mumbled, looking down at himself in disappointment. He shouldn’t be letting his own petty jealousy take over him like this. Oh… but he couldn’t deny that he smirked just the slightest when he glanced back up and saw the brooding vein popping up on Notus’ forehead as well as the clear twitch in their eye.

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They say the best way to someone’s heart is through their stomach, so an impressive dinner time was a rather obvious leap forward to reconciliation. It was Notus’ turn to cook dinner, and you had offered to tag along purely because you understood how overwhelming it can be to cook for so many demons during what their version of the rush hour is.

Beel was having none of it of course. Not because he wanted to gorge himself before the actual meal - though that was definitely a portion of it - but Notus doesn’t have a particularly great track record in terms of keeping poisonous substances from food, there was no way he could risk something easily preventable.

“Do you even know what MC likes to eat?” He suddenly murmured, the food that he was munching on suddenly forgotten in his grease-stained hands.

“Of course I do! I’ve prepared—” Beel takes one look at the food and immediately frowns.

“You burnt the sauce.”

“...That’s a garnish!”

A long pause hung in the air. You sighed quietly, trying to defuse the situation before it escalated. “It’s fine, we can just substitute for something else!” This version of Beel oddly made you nostalgic of his old blatant crudeness and rude jabs before you ever got closer. A thought that would be significantly cuter if both of them didn’t look close to eating the other.

Family over pettiness though, Beel can just feel the annoyance in your body language with a simple glance - he steps back, but still insists on helping you “taste-test” the food — not out of hunger (this time), but purely because he doesn’t trust Notus.

For the first few minutes it was all good, you were busy handling some vegetables and stock so it was rather nice having Beel deal with things on Notus’ end - but it became a little bit of a hindrance. Every time Notus tried to present something, he’d eat it with a whole gulp, then critique it with a pointed look.

Notus, frankly fed up of the whole affair, slams a pot on the stove and turns to him with their arms crossed over their chest.“Well, if you think it’s all so bad, why don’t you just go order something! Goodness, since when is the Avatar of Gluttony so picky?!”

You stepped in between them, trying to ease the situation. "Beel, please. Notus is trying, and you’re not making this any easier for either of us." Your eyes met Beel’s, and though his gaze was still tense, he could see the disappointment in your expression, like a subtle weight in the air. It wasn’t a scolding look, but one that said “you’ve fucked up,” that somehow hit harder than any shout ever could.

Beel’s shoulders sagged, his expression shifting as he sighed. "I’m sorry… I just want everything to be perfect and for MC to be safe." He shot one last look at Notus, who was now glaring but waiting for Beel to make the first move.

Notus raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I get it. I’m not exactly the best at this, but I don’t need you criticizing every step. You know, you could just help?”

A little glance at you, at Notus and a little repeat, and Beel can’t help but smile and nod: “Sure.”

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The Avatar of Lust loves several things that aren’t himself: attention, competition and you. So when Notus kindly presents a challenge to your affections? Oh, he can’t help but sting some cockblocking venom into their sad attempts at flirting.

A beautiful garden view near the Demon Lord’s castle, you and Notus taking a little detour to check out some flowers Barbatos recently grew as Notus offers a smile that was almost too smooth. “Is it just me, or does this place look even better when you’re here?”

Where from a rustle of bushes, Asmo materialises wordlessly and latches himself onto you with a grin pipes up: “Such textbook examples of flirtations I had almost thought you were Mammon!”

Another moment where you were simply cuddled up on the couch with Belphie resting his head on your lap, Notus on your other side completely evading the movie that was playing in the background in preference for gazing over at you with a heartfelt smile.

“You know, I think I could get used to spending time with someone as charming as you,”

Asmo, appearing out of nowhere, flicking his hair back with a flourish. “Charming, you say? Darling, I practically wrote the book on charm. You should take notes.” He nudged you playfully, entirely stealing Notus’ spotlight.

Notus shot Asmo a venomous glare. “You really can’t let me have one moment, can you?”

Notus had been stewing in silence for a while, nervously watching you as you casually flipped through a book, the pages seemingly more interesting than their attempts to start a conversation. With a deep breath, they finally decided to step up. If there was any chance to win your attention, they’d have to take it.

"You know, MC," Notus began, tone smooth but with just a hint of uncertainty, "I’ve never met anyone as kind as you. You’re a truly extraordinary person, and it’s just… hard to believe someone like you exists." They allowed themselves a small, confident smirk, watching for any reaction.

You blinked, eyes lifting from your book to meet their gaze.

"Uhm, thank you," you said, your voice soft but warm. "That’s really sweet of you to say."

Before Notus could bask in the moment, a voice interrupted: “Oh? Extraordinary, you say?" Asmo’s voice practically purred from the doorway. He casually sauntered in, his gaze immediately locking onto yours. "How cute! But don’t forget, darling," he continued, turning to Notus with a playful wink, "I’ve been telling you how amazing you are for years." He floated into the space between you and Notus, leaning in with a theatrical hand placed gently on your shoulder.

Notus’ eyes narrowed, a flush of frustration creeping up their neck. They knew they were being overshadowed, but that didn’t make it any easier to handle. "Do you just pop up every time I try to get close to MC?" Their voice was sharp, a bit of anger seeping through as they glared at Asmo.

Asmo grinned, completely unfazed. "No, no. MC and I are just fated so that any time someone tries to swoon them, I’m able to come in and spare them the pain!" He winked at you again, clearly enjoying your flustered expression.

Notus’ patience snapped. They took a step forward, voice dripping with irritation as they shot a pointed look at Asmo. "Oh really? And what makes you think you can keep stealing my spotlight? You’ve been running interference since the day I got here, and I’m not about to let you do it again!"

But Asmo, ever the charming showman, remained unfazed. "Oh sweetie, I’m not stealing your spotlight, I’m just making sure you don’t get too comfortable. You know how it is—MC needs someone who can handle the real spotlight, not someone who’s still testing the waters."

Ah well, as long as it all remained friendly competition…

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The library was silent, save for the quiet murmurs of you and Notus. You had both been discussing The Odyssey for the past hour, and Notus, in their enthusiasm, had started a debate about Telemachus’ journey and growth over the course of the story.

"Telemachus is just... too passive for me," Notus argued, arms crossed with a huff. "I mean, he's supposed to be the next in line to rule Ithaca, but for most of the epic, he just follows along with everyone else. He's not the hero of his own story — he's basically a sidekick to his dad!"

You tilted your head, considering Notus’ point, but before you could respond, Satan, who had been skimming through a book in the corner, suddenly snapped his head up, his sharp gaze falling upon you both. Lord save you both.

"Really? Telemachus?" Satan's voice was tight, laced with a quiet, simmering annoyance. He pushed himself up from his seat, walking over with deliberate steps. "You’re completely overlooking the complexity of his character."

Notus raised an eyebrow, clearly unperturbed by Satan’s sudden approach. "Complexity? How? He does nothing but waitfor his father to return. He doesn’t even take a stand until the very end."

“To be fair, what else was he—“

"That’s exactly the point! Telemachus’ growth is subtle, but that makes it more powerful. His entire character arc is about stepping out from the shadow of his legendary father and claiming his own agency. What you fail to grasp is that Telemachus isn’t just waiting around for Odysseus to return—he’s learning, watching, and understanding the weight of responsibility that will eventually be thrust upon him."

He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he stared directly at Notus. "You can’t judge Telemachus’ journey by the standards of immediate action or overt heroism. His development is about inner strength, about finding his place in a world that has been defined by his father’s absence."

Notus, ever the provocateur, smirked. "Yeah, well, if it takes that long to grow a backbone, I think he’s better off staying in the shadow."

Satan’s lips curled into a barely contained sneer. He stepped closer, now directly in front of Notus, his tone dripping with disdain. "Then you truly don’t understand character development, do you?” His gaze flickers over to you for just the briefest of moments.

Satan's tail lashed behind him as he glanced at you, his posture softening slightly, but his frustration still evident. "What Telemachus represents is an exploration of self-reliance and personal growth in the face of uncertainty. His struggles aren’t just about being Odysseus' son, they’re about becoming his own person in an unpredictable world."

You nodded slowly, feeling the tension rise in the air, sensing Satan's intense passion for the subject. Satan being so riled up isn’t particularly uncommon, especially regarding literature, but you had a feeling this went beyond mere text.

Notus, seemingly realizing they had pushed Satan a bit too far, raised their hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I get it. You really like Telemachus."

Satan glared at them one last time, his lips curling into a satisfied grin. "It’s not about liking him, it’s about understanding the importance of his role. Now, if you truly wish to continue debating something that has no substance, I suggest you pick a less meaningless topic."

Notus smirked, unphased by Satan’s fiery speech. "Oh, I’m sure you’ll have plenty to say about the next part of the discussion. After all, you’ve been itching for an excuse to prove you're the most qualified on the subject."

Satan’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and amusement. "Don’t test me. I am the most qualified."

You couldn't help but chuckle, easing the tension in the air. "Alright, enough about Telemachus for now. Let's move on to something else."

Satan gave a satisfied nod, but his eyes lingered on Notus for a moment longer before he took his seat right next to you, obviously still fuming. "Of course, MC. But let me remind you, when it comes to literary discussions, no one is more knowledgeable than me."

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“You’ve been spending too much time with Notus.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Yes ya have.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-uh!!”

“We are not having this conversation for the fifth time today, Mammon.”

He practically springs back up like a bouncing bunny, that messy shed of white hair finally not weighing on your lap. “But you absolutely have! Think about it, you already spend too much time with my overly-clingy and smug bastard of brothers, but now there’s a human in the mix? I barely get an eighth of your time now!”

“Wow…” You glare over at him, pulling him back into your chest with a wrap around his torso. “It’s crazy how mathematical you can get when it comes to dumb things, I’m almost proud.”

“Watch it!” He growls, but he doesn’t even budge when you decide to pull him back in, head tucking beneath your chin. “I get that they’re trying, however dumb their attempts are, but let me remind you, you are mine!”

“Please - I’ve got enough love to go around, you’re lucky to be receiving it given how ungrateful you sound.” Your lips had just barely touched before you heard a rather abrupt cough pull you two away.

“…”

“Did you guys have to have this conversation while I’m in the room…?” Notus grimaced.

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Leviathan was a tough nut to crack as always. But with some sweet cooing from you as you dragged Notus across the House of Lamentation with a clear goal firmly set in mind, Notus couldn’t say no. So that’s how they found themselves sitting opposite Leviathan with a seemingly hand drawn map on a table he snatched from the living room, several d20s scattered about in a rainbow of colours, and you.

Did the brother’s cunning tricks rub off on you? Did you seriously think Notus was about to survive another gaming party with Leviathan of all people?

But, Notus ultimately brushed it off. Hey, a completely human and chill game of dungeons and dragons is a pretty cool way to close some bridges and learn more about people - maybe this weren’t so bad after all? Such words were spoken too soon, because as soon as Leviathan started relaying the guidelines as the DM, Notus felt themselves die a little inside.

The rules were never ending. Most of them stupid. Irrelevant. And definitely intended to make the game much harder for Notus specifically (I mean really…he made up a rule that casters had to roll for arcana checks to use spells secifically because they decided to have their character be a mage). With that said, Notus saw this as an excellent opportunity.

Who said annoying DMs couldn’t be used for fuelling your own creativity?

You knew the pair didn’t particularly have a good track record of successful duo performances, but honestly, this rivalry made the game significantly more entertaining than the long rambles of story lore that Leviathan was dropping every few seconds (bless him, it was cute for an hour or so but lord did start getting drowsy).

“You see a boulder in front of a towering, looming door, the same that’s rumoured to hold the tomb of an ancient God yet to be awoken - how do you proceed?” Leviathan spoke calmly and yet with a tinge of know-it-all excitement that made you giggle.

“I want to cast telekinesis on the boulder to be able to move it to a safer location.” Notus chimed in, already prepping for an arcana check.

“Do a strength check instead.”

“…But I’m using magic? We’re level 10? I should be able to.”

“Well- uhm, this boulder is actually invulnerable to all spells because the God put a specific enchantment on it so it can only be moved by someone pure of heart.”

You admire to be that level of pettiness, but not wanting this game to last forever with the “subtle” bickering, you cut in with: “Sooo…how about we take a break? I’m starving.”

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At first, you thought they were just trying to fit in, maybe emulate the brothers’ more chaotic tendencies. But as time passed, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something deeper going on, a simmering envy beneath all those surface-level antics.

One day, as you walked the halls of RAD together, Notus trailing a step behind, you caught a glimpse of a dejection you hadn’t noticed before. They looked at the brothers with a mixture of resentment and longing, eyes shadowed with something you couldn’t quite place—fear? Jealousy?

“MC, why do they like you so much?” Notus’s voice broke through the quiet of the corridor, pausing in their step to nervously look down at the floor with a look that almost resembled a drenched kitten.

You glanced over, noticing the tension in their shoulders, the frown that didn’t quite meet their eyes. “Like who?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

“Everyone. The brothers - hell, even Lord Diavolo’s wrapped around your finger. They always listen to you. And they laugh with you... I…no matter what I do, it’s like they see me as an obstacle.” Notus looked away, shrugging it off with a half-hearted laugh. “Guess it’s just the human curse, huh?”

The words hit a little too close to home. You remembered how you felt when you first arrived; awkward, a constant people pleaser who put themselves in harm’s way a dozen or so times. But you shook your head, giving them a warm almost nurturing smile. “Well, I’d like to think you made some good progress, forgiveness is hard but I can already see them becoming more lenient with you.”

Taking a tentative step forward, you hooked your arm with theirs in a friendly gesture. “It’s not about being human, Notus,” you said softly. “It’s about being genuine. They like me because... because I’m just me. Flaws and all.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have any of that. Just tricks and illusions.” Notus’s voice was tight, almost a whisper. “I thought that’s what they wanted.”

Notus’s eyes flashed with a flurry of emotion: fear, anger, maybe a little bit of hope. “I thought that’s all I wanted too,” they repeated, almost to themselves. “But I don’t know…I just want to be something.”

You smiled gently. “It’s okay. You’re beating yourself up when you’re already down. The brothers had to learn how to open up, too. Maybe…what you really need isn’t a lover, but , perhaps a friend?”

Notus looked at you, vulnerability finally breaking through their tough exterior. “I... don’t know if I can.”

“Hey, we all have to start somewhere, right?” you said, putting a comforting hand on their shoulder. “And who knows? You might find it’s not as hard as you think.”

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet-Cute - Zoro's Story - 8

Source for pic

Trouble 8

Word Count: 5093

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Protective!Zoro; Soft!Zoro; Sexual Tension; Teasing; Flirting; Mature Audiences (I'll always tag the NSFW chapters); Modern Day AU; Reader is being stalked; Fear; Paranoia; Angst; Rom-Com Vibes; Mild Gore-like Descriptions; Blood; Reader in a terror-like state; Dead Animals Mentioned; Fluff; Romance; Banter; Manipulation; Miscommunication; Frustration; Reader is very clumsy;

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

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Zoro are slowly returning to your easy friendship filled with banter and flirting and you actually begin to glimpse a future with the green-haired cop. But then you start to receive weird gifts. They quickly escalate to manipulative texts. And now you're stuck in a spiral of terror and there's no way to get help because the Stalker, whoever he is, is threatening something other than just your life.

Notes: I am DYING to write the next chapter... just you wait...! Now I need to know each and every one of your thoughts on this, please!

Masterlist

“Roronoa.”

“Cap.” Zoro matches his long strides with Mihawk’s. The hospital beeps sound faintly from the rooms they pass, and nurses hasten their steps to answer some wailing woman two rooms down. 

Mihawk stops abruptly in front of a room, and his amber gaze pierces Zoro's eye. “I know you just got back and barely had any time to rest, but I thought you might want to be present when we interrogate him.”

Zoro nods. It's another one. Another man has shown up with missing limbs and a note. A crime of passion seems far-fetched now. This case and Lucci’s are definitely related. They're too similar to be a coincidence. 

Besides, Zoro doesn't really believe in coincidences. 

“Has someone talked to him already?” Zoro asks as Mihawk’s hand sets on the handle. 

“The doctors haven't let anyone near him yet. And they say he's heavily sedated, so we might not get much out of him for now.” Mihawk is directly involved now, and that alone tells Zoro they are about to treat this case with the level of respect it demands. 

“After you, Cap.”

The door swings back as Mihawk pushes it, and both men stand near the hospital bed. Zoro recognizes the man immediately. He's the store clerk of the grocery shop he usually goes to. 

“Hello. I'm Captain Dracule Mihawk, and this is Officer Roronoa. The nurses told you we were coming, right?” 

The man nods, his eyes glazed over and out of focus. Then he raises his arm as if he’s going to run his fingers through his hair, but groans when his stump hits his forehead instead. 

“I have nothing to say.” He sounds slightly frightened as his voice wavers, with shaky breaths escaping his lips. 

Mihawk ignores him, a scowl forming on his lips. “What do you remember about the person who did this to you?”

“I have nothing to say.”

“Any detail is important. Height, build, voice, distinctive features–”

“I have nothing to say!”

Mihawk inhales deeply. Zoro knows his Captain is a very patient man. If he were the one doing the interrogating, he would be shaking the man by his collar right now. Couldn't the man see they were trying to help him? 

“So you were threatened.” It's not a question. It's a mere statement. The man's eyes fill with tears as his chin trembles slightly. 

“What am I supposed to do now? My hands were my job. I can't do my job without my hands!” He sobs, his shoulders sagging. “Not just my job… How am I supposed to live like this? He ruined everything.”

Mihawk places one hand on his shoulder, his hawk-like gaze losing a bit of its edge for a moment. “It's not all lost. You're alive, and that's more than many people can say. We're trying to help you. We want to catch the bastard who did this before they can hurt somebody else. But we need your help to do it.”

The man closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Then he starts talking. He says that it was a man who did this - massive, bulky and really tall. He had a mask covering his face, a hoodie and gloves on, so any detailed description is off the table. He also had a rough voice and immediately threatened him if he shared the details of what happened with the cops. 

“After he… when he… he said to never touch what's his again. I didn't understand what he meant. I was in shock, I guess.” He sighs, his head falling back. “Can you call the nurse? I can't take this pain anymore.”

Mihawk nods, and Zoro turns, ready to leave, but the man isn't done yet. “He had maniacal red eyes and seemed amused by my suffering.” 

The clap of the notebook his Captain had been scribbling on signals they’re done, so Zoro takes another step towards the door while Mihawk thanks the man for his help. But when they’re halfway through the door, he speaks again. 

“I should've listened to her. She said someone was coming for me.”

Her?

“Who are you talking about?” Zoro speaks for the first time, his stomach churning with unease. 

The man shrugs and shakes his head, his chin trembling again as, most likely, the threats the criminal spewed fill his mind. “It's nothing. Nothing. Forget it.”

“Who is she?”

“I said fucking forget it. Leave me alone, I'm done!” 

Zoro grits his teeth, his instincts driving him towards the hospital bed, ready to drill the man with more questions until they get what they came for. But Mihawk’s firm grasp on his shoulder stops him. 

“We'll leave. Rest. Thank you.” They both leave the room, and Zoro growls as soon as the door clicks behind him. 

“He knows more!”

“And you should know when to stop. Let him rest. We'll try again another day.” Mihawk starts walking, and Zoro follows, staying silent when his Captain asks the nurses to check on the man. “I have a feeling this case is just getting started, anyway.”

Mihawk’s foreboding words echo in Zoro's brain all the way back to his car. The creep who's doing this is leaving him uneasy. A feeling of dread tightens his stomach and constricts his heart. 

All he can think about is keeping you safe, and he can't exactly pinpoint why. 

Though it's quite a coincidence that Rob Lucci ogles you and gets his eyes removed, and the store clerk hits on you and gets his hands chopped. Quite a coincidence indeed. 

And Zoro doesn't fucking believe in coincidences. 

-*-

You take your car to Robin's, even though Nami offered to pick you up, knowing how unreliable your old car can be sometimes, because you want to avoid having Zoro bring you home. And, gosh, you want nothing more than to spend time with Zoro, but if you can help it, you'll do whatever’s in your power to keep him from touching you. 

No matter how hard that might be. 

You don't even know how you’re going to get into the right mood to party with your friends. They all have so much energy, and you… don't. At least not right now. 

Briefly, you wonder how many times you’re going to use the ‘I'm just tired’ excuse today, but a buzz from your phone distracts your thoughts. 

Unknown: Remember, Kitten, no one touches what's mine.  Unknown: Behave, be a good girl for me, and I won't be upset.  Unknown: I'm always watching. 

You stuff your phone into your pocket before forcing a fake smile onto your lips and buzzing the doorbell of Robin's apartment. She opens the door with a smile that quickly turns into a frown upon setting her eyes on you. 

Not even all the makeup in the world can disguise the massive bags beneath your eyes, the redness in them, or the frayed look. And even if it could, Robin is your most perceptive friend. 

Still, she doesn't address the matter directly. She simply gives you a tighter hug than usual and whispers in your ear: “You need anything, honey? I won't ask questions, even if it's murder.”

The laugh that bubbles up in your throat is completely genuine, and you feel a little lighter. “Oh, trust me, Robin, I know you're the one to ask! But I'm okay, just tired, I guess.”

That's one. 

“Are you sure? You know I know ways to get rid of a body without getting caught…”

“Nico, I'm right here. I have no qualms about taking your ass to jail, you know?”

He's teasing Robin, but his piercing eye is set on you and you have to bite your lower lip to stifle a sob. Zoro's mere presence exudes safety and all you want to do is rush into his arms and forget everything. Forget about feeling scared, trapped, helpless and useless. 

He's right there. 

“Hey, Troublemaker, making trouble?” Robin smirks, shoves Zoro playfully, and returns to her home, leaving you two alone in the doorway, where Zoro leans casually. You notice his piercing gaze assessing the dishevelled state of your hair, the lack of care with your chosen outfit, the way your hands fidget with the hem of your jacket, and surely the way your lip trembles. 

“Hi. Not today, Zo.” You give him a soft smile along with your chill greeting, but the slight buzz in your pocket alerts you, and reminds you not to push it, so you quickly erase it from your face. 

Zoro's eye widens, and he crosses his arms as his brows scrunch. “Is everything–”

“I'm just tired.”

Two.

“See you inside, I’ve got to go greet our friends.” You try to get past him, but he stretches his arm across the doorway and blocks your path. You inhale a quick breath and are inundated with the smell of steel and his musky scent. Safety. Protection. 

… Home…

“Hey. Talk to me.” He mumbles, reaching and tilting your chin slightly so he can look into your eyes. “You look like you haven't slept in days.”

Bzzzz.

You shake your head both as an answer to his question and to deflect his touch. A quick step away brings your back against the doorway, his arm right next to your face and he leans in, seeing you're trapped. 

“Yeah, I know. Too much farm work, I guess. I'm just–”

“Tired?” That's three. 

You nod. Bzzzz. Then you flinch, and Zoro arches his eyebrow. 

“Talk inside, okay?” And before he says anything else, or does anything else - because it's starting to prove impossible to stay away from him - you duck beneath his arm and scurry inside. 

-*-

What the royal fuck? 

Tired? That's not tired. That's exhausted. You look like you've been through hell and back and, apparently, you don't want to tell him why. 

What's going on? 

Zoro follows you inside and closes the door behind him. He watches as you force a smile on your usually cheery face and greet the rest of your friends. Then he watches as Luffy hugs you tighter than usual - probably noticing your frayed state - and watches you push him away, your hand flying to your pocket. 

You stare at your phone, eyes darting back and forth - reading - then you close them shut with an almost imperceptible shudder, and put the phone back in your pocket. 

What is going on? 

He watches you when you think nobody's watching, and he sees the way your hands tremble as you reach for a sandwich you only nibble on, giving the rest to Luffy. He sees the way your eyes dart around the room and the way you avoid windows, preferring to sit in the middle of the living room and on the floor. 

He's especially interested in whoever is texting you, because you can't seem to let go of your phone. Though the texts don't make you happy. They seem to upset you. 

He also sees the way you avoid the Cook and all his flamboyant attention. He realises that your actions are so thought out, so careful, that you're not even your clumsy self. He sees you struggle, trying to smile and to engage. 

To pretend. 

But mostly, he watches as you actively avoid him all night. 

Something is definitely going on. And he's going to find out what. 

-*-

Unknown: The Vinsmoke is too flirty. Get away from him.  Unknown: You're doing so well, Kitten.  Unknown: Avoiding the cop all night. Look how well-behaved you are. 

The hundredth involuntary shudder assaults you. You're trying. By all that is sacred, you really are trying to be good. 

But you feel watched. Not that usual uneasiness that comes from the creep watching you, no. Sadly, you're already getting used to that dreadful feeling. What you're feeling right now is the piercing gaze of Zoro. He's watching your every move. And all you want to do is gravitate towards him. 

He's right there. 

With a heavy sigh, you collect the empty plate of the food you never touched - thank God for Luffy's unending appetite - and go to the kitchen to set it in the sink. 

“Need help?” Fuck. You just saw Zoro snoozing on the couch. Does he have superpowers or something? Now you're both alone. 

Your heart starts hammering away in your chest as you rinse the plate and set it aside. With a deep, steadying breath, you turn, holding a dish towel in your hands as you dry them. “Thanks, Zoro, I'm all done.”

The smile plastered on your lips feels as fake as the little plastic birds Robin has adorning her windowsill. But you try to sell it as you drop the dish towel and start to move to get away from him as fast as you can. 

“So you're running from me again?”

Shit. 

“What are you talking about, Zo? I'm just heading back, you can come too if you want.” But he doesn't move. And he's blocking the door. 

“Stop lying to me, Trouble. You've been avoiding me all night.” Does he actually sound hurt? “What's going on?”

“I'm just–”

“Don't even think about giving me that crap about being tired. You're not tired. You look like hell.”

Bzzzz.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Gee, thanks for the pep talk.” You try to make light of the matter and get past him to go to the living room, but he grabs your shoulders, his fingers digging into your flesh. 

Bzzzz. Bzzzz. 

You flinch and shudder, your eyes closing with a gasp. 

“Stop. Talk to me.” You sigh and close your eyes. You want to tell him everything. “Are you still getting those weird gifts? Is that what this is?”

Yes! And so much more! “No, Zoro. The gifts stopped, the person must have given up.” You sigh, the lies coming easier than you would’ve liked them to. “I'm tired. I hate being alone in that big house, and I miss my dad. That's all.” Some truth mixed with the lies might just help you sell them. 

He nods, and his hands squeeze tighter. “I get that. But that doesn't explain why you're running from me.” Bzzzz. You flinch again and roll your shoulders, trying to evade Zoro's touch because you know that's what the texts are sure to be about. “See? Why are you avoiding my touch, Trouble?”

Shit! 

“I'm not.” Wow. That lie wouldn't fool a child. 

“Prove it.” What? You raise your brow, lips curling into a dumbfounded expression. “Let’s finish what we started. Let me kiss you.”

Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. 

No. God, no. 

You want to. You want this nightmare to come to an end. You want Zoro to kiss you, and to hold you, but mostly, you want him to protect you. To help you crawl out of this miserable rut you got yourself into. 

But you can't. Because you know the texts that await you are all threats to his safety, and you can't risk him. You just can't. 

“I… Zo… I'm not feeling well, another time, maybe.”

You can't bear the hurt in his eyes so you look down, but he doesn't relent. “I thought… I thought we had something. I thought you wanted…” His hands cup your cheeks and he forces you to look at him.  “This.”

You do. God you want all of it. 

Bzzzz. Bzzzz. 

Zoro leans slowly. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Your throat feels dry, your phone doesn't stop vibrating and there's not enough air in the world to fill your lungs. 

“I did. Before.” You leave it at that and he's so surprised by your answer that you take advantage and slip past him, trying to hold back sobs as you quickly make up an excuse to your friends and leave. 

You shouldn't have come. This was a mistake. You just managed to hurt Zoro. 

Fuck. 

-*-

You don't quite know how you made it home, but you did. Tears kept streaming down your face, and you blinked them away furiously, but reaching home and locking the door behind you doesn't bring the sense of safety it used to. 

Everything is tainted. You don't feel safe anywhere. 

The phone burns a hole in your pocket with its incessant buzzing. Someone called you on your way over, and you bet it was Zoro. You don't dare to look, as you already know there are dozens of texts from your interactions with Zoro tonight. 

He almost kissed you, and he was so adamant in trying to find out what’s wrong with you. Your friends noticed something was up, but the tired excuse worked perfectly with them, whereas with Zoro… 

He didn't buy it for an instant. 

Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. 

“God, just stop!” You screech, your hand clawing at your pocket as you take the device out and turn it off without even glimpsing at any text. You place it with force against the kitchen table and slump in the chair, holding your head tight as sobs claw up your throat. 

You're tired, you are. But it's not just physical. What he's doing to you is much worse. It's torture, and it’s bringing you closer and closer to despair. 

A melodic sound comes from your phone, and you hold your breath, removing your hands from your face as you stare at the bright screen. It turned itself on. 

What? 

Bzzzz. 

Unknown: Kitten, don't shut me out. You don't want to anger me any more than you already have. 

You stand up abruptly and widen your eyes, a hand pressing against your mouth as a way to trap the whimper that threatens to escape. Then you turn off the phone again, setting it back down on the table as if the thing were on fire. 

You can count the time passing by the accelerated thrums of your heart hammering against your chest.

The melodic sound chimes again, and you freeze as the screen lights up once more. Its obnoxious light fills up the room as the harbinger of doom itself. 

Bzzzz.

Unknown: That’s strike two, and I’m not amused. Don’t shut me out. I’m not–

This time you turn it off and shove it inside the kitchen junk drawer, amidst corks and can openers, hoping against all hope that this nightmare comes to an end, because how can it continue if you push it out of your sight?

Your stare burns a hole in the drawer, but you don’t hear the melodic jingle of the phone turning on, nor any buzzing. Is it… over?

The sounds of the old house seem amplified as you train your ears on any noise.

Can it actually be this simple?

BANG!

Your scream comes as unannounced as the loud bang that rattled the front door. Grasping the edge of the table with all your might, since your legs gave out from under you, you stare in the direction of the front door.

Then you hear it, clear as day, loud as if it were right next to you: footsteps. Heavy footsteps thump on the porch in a slow, taunting march. It’s him. It has to be him. You feel all your limbs locking up, constricting your breaths.

BANG! 

This time, you press both your hands against your mouth and stifle your cry. He’s right there. Your breath comes out of your nose in loud, rapid bursts, and your head feels light. It’s over. He’s come for you and there’s no escape. 

The footsteps cease, and you take a deep breath as tears drip down your face. Did he give up? 

You're not quite sure how you get the courage to do it, but you approach the front door with very light steps, avoiding the creaking boards of the floor and standing on your tiptoes to try and see through the peephole, even though you’re already dreading what you’ll find once you press your eye against it.

Darkness.

You can’t see anything. Should you turn the porch light on?

BANG!

This time, you can’t contain your loud cry as you fall to the floor. The door rattled right against your touch and your stomach tightens at the thought that there’s just a door separating you from whoever is out there. 

You crawl backwards, deranged sobs leaving you as you curse and plead, not quite sure what to do.

And then, as your back hits the kitchen counter, you know what he wants.

Getting up on shaky legs, you can still hear the pacing outside the door. You’re terrified. Fear makes your limbs congeal, and you shake your hands to try and stop them from trembling. Your fingers fumble with the drawer, and you have to clasp your phone with both hands as you turn it on. 

The melodic ring resounds all around the kitchen, and, as soon as the phone is connected, it buzzes.

Unknown: Good girl.

-*-

Another restless, sleepless night. 

You can’t shake away the fear that he left behind, no matter how much he assured you over texts that he would never hurt you, he just needed to make you learn. You’re a fast learner, he said. You can be good, he added. You just need to be reminded of this now and again.

He kept calling you his, kept saying you’d learn to love him, to call for him, to need him. 

You were so shaken up from the whole ordeal that you threw up whatever meager food you had managed to eat at Robin’s. Then, you locked yourself in your room again, trying to drown out any thoughts of heavy footsteps or threats. 

There was no rest or sleep.

Just paralysing fear and helplessness. You can’t see a way out of this hell. Maybe there really is no escape.

-*-

Saturday comes and goes, and though your friends call, you ignore them. 

Except Zoro doesn’t relent. He calls, and you don’t pick up, so he calls again, and again, and again until you do. 

“I was about to march in there and see if you were alive.” He’s growling, but he still sounds a bit hurt, and you grimace, making yourself smaller against your couch. You’re sitting on the floor, somehow it seems more secluded, safer.

“I’m fine, I’m just sick. I think I caught a cold.” You cough a bit, trying to sell the lie, but at this point, you doubt Zoro actually believes anything you say.

“Right. So, you’re not coming with us to the movies today?”

“Not today.” You sound defeated, exhausted, shaken, and scared. You hope he just thinks you’re as sick as you claim to be. 

“What if I go to you and we watch a movie at your house? I can get the Cook to make you some soup.”

A whimper almost leaves your lips, and you have to take a few extra seconds to compose yourself before answering. 

“It’s okay, Zo. I’m fine. I just need some rest, okay? See you soon.”

And you hang up on him, like the coward you are. 

Bzzzz.

Unknown: Kitten, that’s enough indulging the cop. You don’t get to answer any more of his calls. He needs to know you don’t want anything to do with him.

You read the text and drop the phone on the floor next to you, your head falling against your knees as you hug them tighter. You’re numb to all of this now. He controls you, he owns you, and there’s no escape. 

You’re trapped in your own home, cornered in your own life. 

You’re barely surviving. You’re just existing.

And it’s painful as hell.

-*-

The week goes by, and you fall into a numb routine. You get up, throw away whatever gift is waiting for you - sometimes they’re fresh flowers or candy, other times there are dead animals or crumpled flowers - you feed the farm animals, then try to eat something.

The afternoon is spent cowering in fear until you do the rest of the chores. Then, you try to eat something else for dinner after you lock up every inch of the house. You curl into bed in your locked bedroom, cry yourself to exhaustion, and start all over again the next day.

The stalker’s texts are relentless. He praises you and your beauty, your behaviour, and how good you are to him. Then, sometimes, he says you still need to learn, to accept that you’re his, and to understand you will love him back eventually.

And then, there’s Zoro.

He calls, he texts, and he comes knocking at your door. Every single day.

You pretend not to be home when he comes, even though he says he knows you’re home, but you don’t open the door or say anything. And then, he always gets a call from the station, something urgent that comes up, and he needs to go.

You know it’s him orchestrating Zoro’s life as well as yours. And the noose tightens around your neck. 

-*-

Friday comes, and you’re not even strong enough to get out of bed. You’re drained. You ask Ace to help with the animals and stay curled up in bed for the majority of the day. Your phone is strangely silent.

No Zoro.

No stalker.

You fall asleep. A restless sleep born from weariness and depression. Then, you wake up drenched in sweat. It’s almost dark outside, and an ominous feeling grips you in its hold. You try to listen, to hear if there’s anything out of place, any foreign sound that doesn’t belong, but all is quiet.

You check your phone, and there’s nothing there.

Everything feels peculiar and unusual. 

You get up on light feet and have to take an extra minute to steady yourself because your head feels light, and you feel faint from not eating all day. Then, you slowly make your way downstairs. It’s too quiet. Too eerie. 

Something is definitely wrong.

It takes you an extra minute to notice, but when you do, all the breath is knocked out of your lungs. 

There’s a huge, beautiful bouquet of fresh roses in the middle of the kitchen table.

He was inside your home. 

He was inside while you were asleep and vulnerable. He could have been in your room, he could have touched you, he–

Heavy gasps disturb the eerie silence of your home as fat droplets of tears stream down your face. You can’t take this, you can’t. It’s too much, and you’re not strong enough. There’s no way you’ll be able to survive this alone.

You grab your phone and press Zoro’s name, placing the phone against your ear with trembling hands. It’s time to tell him everything.

Except the call doesn’t go through.

“Come on!” You whine, your legs giving out as you fall to the floor, the red from the roses still burning your retinas. You try again. And the call doesn’t go through.

It’s his doing. 

The police. You dial the number and press the phone against your ear, but it disconnects before even ringing. 

“No!” You scream and throw the phone to the floor, getting up hastily and bumping against a chair before your trembling fingers grasp the landline phone. Sobs and hiccups leave your lips, and you don’t even care, You’re so tired, you just want this nightmare to end.

The line’s dead.

A broken, desperate scream climbs up your throat, and you lose track of time as you curl up into a ball and cry some more. 

There’s still someone who can help. Even though asking for his help is the last thing you want to do, maybe it’s exactly what you need to get out of this.

Ichiji.

Determination and a newfound purpose seem to stop your tears from flowing freely, and you grab your phone again, taking a seat on the couch this time, not wanting to stare at the roses anymore and not daring to touch them yet.

The call goes through, and you sigh in relief.

Two rings, and a familiar voice churns your insides. “Well, hello, Doll. This is… unexpected.”

“Ichiji, I need your help.” There’s no use beating around the bush. “I need you to spare me one of your bodyguards.”

The idea hit you like a truck. Ichiji has tons of bodyguards, he can be persuaded to share one, you’re sure of it. Even if you have to owe him something - and you know he’s going to collect - it’s much better than living in this constant fear.

The silence prolongs for a while before he sighs heavily into the phone. When he speaks again, his voice is clipped and monotone. “I would love to help, Doll.” Somehow, you doubt that very much. “But I’m a bit understaffed at the moment.”

“Cut the crap, Ichiji. You have dozens of bodyguards. Each one is better than the last.” It’s true. They’re all elite. Might as well just say he doesn’t want to help you, that you can understand.

“Had.” Another heavy sigh. “I had dozens of the best bodyguards. My best one left around the same time you left me. And half of them followed him out.” He chuckles dryly as the information sets into your tired brain. His best bodyguard?

You remember him vaguely, though the name eludes you, you talked to him on several occasions. Ichiji’s events were boring and dragged on, so you made small talk. He seemed to like what he did and was the best at it. 

“Do you see the chaos you left with your departure, Doll?” This time, you’re the one that sighs. 

“I just need one, Ichiji, please.” How low have you stooped, to be begging the asshole who broke your heart? 

“I can’t. What I’ve got left are mediocre soldiers and a footlong list of threats. I barely feel safe leaving the house. But if you feel so unsafe, maybe you can crawl back to me, Doll, I’m sure I can make arrangements.”

“Goodbye.” You exclaim dryly into the phone before turning off the call. 

A bodyguard was your last hope. The small flicker of light that had turned on. And now you are truly alone. No Zoro, no police. Just you and the stalker.

You turn your head back into the kitchen where the bouquet stands, taunting you with its beauty. He was inside once. He’ll be inside again. 

How long before he hurts you?

You don’t even know when the tears started to flood again, but soon enough, your face is completely wet, and your shoulders shake with every ragged sob. You have never felt this helpless.

You’re trapped.

There’s no way out.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

And he’s come for you.

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Yet Unnamed

Chapter 3

Masterlist

Korean is in italics.

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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When you woke next, it was morning, and you were in Chan's bed. Well. Your bed. You could smell the unmistakable scent of breakfast foods.

Groaning through a stretch you were awake, but not ready to get out of bed yet. You were warm and comfortable. The mattress on this bed was so good!

Your muscles were sore from stress and using them to the max to fight off the kidnappers. The ache only making itself known after a hot shower and a good nights rest.

"Y/n! Breakfast's ready!" Someone shouted from outside the room.

You groaned again trying to decide if you were hungry enough to get up. Also weighing the odds of the others leaving you alone if you didn't make an appearance soon.

The second question was answered not even a full minute later when your door opened and a mass off messy blonde hair crawled into the bed next to you.

"Did you hear Lino?" Felix asked as he snuggled up to you.

"Mhm. Comfy." You grumble.

"I helped him." Felix revealed with a hint of pride.

You snort. "I remember your attempt at pancakes."

"I've gotten better since then. Been practicing." He whined. The sound made you giggle.

"Is everyone here?" You had met most everyone last night, but you were still nervous today.

Today there would be questions. And small talk. Getting to know each other and not knowing how to act around the other. Talking about the future.

Felix flung a leg over me. "Yah. Hyune and Lino are excited to officially meet you. Lino insisted on carrying you to bed last night and everything."

You blushed at the thought of THE Lee Know carrying you to bed princess style. Your head resting on his chest and possibly drooling all over him. You probably drooled on Felixs lap too. Ugh!

Eventually you both got out of bed.

"You are tiny." Lee Know stated as soon as he saw you.

You look down at your body. You were average height and weight. Overweight by Korean standards for sure. You wouldn't say tiny at all. "Um, thanks?" You weren't sure he meant it as a compliment, but generally being 'tiny' isn't a negative thing.

Lee Know handed me a plate of food. "You need to eat."

You shrugged not arguing. Breakfast is supposed to be the most important meal of the day after all. "Your food is very good." You complimented as you sat and started on your food.

You smirked as Lee Knows cheeks reddened tomato red. He rubbed his nose and turned away with a nod, not saying anything.

Hyunjin sat across from you with a shy smile. You smiled back easily, insides melting at how cutely shy he was being.

Felix sat near Hyunjin, picking at his plate of food instead of getting his own. It was oddly domestic and adorable to watch. And it must have been a normal occurrence because Hyunjin seemed to be moving bits of food closer to Felix for him to grab. Making sure he got a good mix of all the items available.

Everyone chatted idly as you ate but seemed to be giving you some space. You were thankful. Not awake enough yet for the world and its insanity. At the same time, you kinda felt anxious, like the moments before removing a band aid when you know its gunna hurt so you are clenched tight and psyching yourself up.

It was time to rip off the band aid. Proverbially. "I am sorry for kicking you out of your own home last night." You looked at Lee Know, Hyunjin, I.N, and Seungmin when you said this. Even if I.N and Seungmin ended up coming home early.

Hyunjin waved your apology off. "Don't worry about it. Lee Know and I had a wonderful date night." He smiled over at Lee Know when he said this, who had a soft look on his face.

That reminded you of one of your questions regarding this soul bond group. STAYS had theories of course, but neither JYPE nor Stray Kids have ever confirmed any relationships within the group. "So, you two are together?"

Hyunjin nodded and shrugged, mouth full of pancake.

"We are all kind of in an open poly relationship thing with each other." Chan tried to explain.

"We don't so much think about labels as much as being with who we want , doing what we want. What feels right in that moment." I.N helped out.

You nod in understanding. It wasn't unheard of in soul groups. Other famous people have described it as finding the person you needed in that moment. I.N was saying the same.

And it explains why they never confirmed relationships to the media. Honestly STAY loved it though. They could ship whoever they wanted, and they would be right. Even if they didn't know it for sure.

"Is that...is that okay?" Felix asked. He looked worried, studying your facial expressions for a negative reaction.

You smile. "Absolutely. I was just thinking that no matter who STAY shipped they would be right. And we go feral for ships."

"Are you STAY then?" Changbin asked. He was sat close beside you.

You thought about it. You were in kind of an odd position now. "Yes? I mean I was, you know, before. And I guess my love of your music and stage personas hasn't changed."

"And JYP didn't make anything any easier." Bin scoffed.

"He went about it wrong, but he was only trying to help everyone." Chan was trying to play devil's advocate so there wouldn't be a more hostile work environment than usual. It was understandable.

However, Bin was not having any of it. Chans words seemed to piss him off. He snatched my arm and thrust it towards Chan. "He hurt y/n! Kidnapped her, drugged her! Left physical marks on her!" He snapped. Even angry his grip on my arm was gentle, careful of the bruising.

Reminding himself of all this seemed to really upset him and Bin pulled you into his lap, arms around you loosely in case you didn't want to be there.

Your heart skipped about 7 beats and you could feel your face burn, but you didn't move to get off either. As odd and new as all this was, that place in your chest felt good whenever one of them was affectionate with you.

Instead of overthinking it you let yourself lean back into Bins chest, dragging your plate of food closer so you could continue eating.

"I know exactly what he did, Bin. And I said he was wrong. I only meant that his intentions were in the right place."

"Plus, I mean, he did bring y/n to us." Han pointed out.

"And because of what JYP did we almost lost her, and we have to keep her a hidden. Keep her tucked away like a dirty secret." Bin squeezed your middle tighter as he said this, his voice thinning as he talked about almost losing you.

Absentmindedly you rubbed his forearm in comfort. You couldn't exactly say he was wrong. You knew the consequences of anyone finding out how you got to Korea. The kidnapping would linger over the group for a long time.

The room was silent after this. The air thick with sadness and frustration.

"I really want to show you off." Felix mumbled. The broken look on his face squeezed your heart uncomfortably.

"Its not possible. Not right now." You reply into the following silence.

"Easy fix. We show you off! Screw what anyone says!" Lee Know snapped glaring at you.

I looked away. "What he did - how this started - it will always hang over our heads if we let it get out."

"It doesn't have to! You are making it!"

You knew he was lashing out in hurt, but you couldn't help the defensive anger building in your chest. You push away your plate and sat forward. "And when they question our soul bond? When it ends Stray Kids? Everything you have ever worked for. It's dangerous enough even keeping me hidden!"

The reminder of the consequences seemed to bring everyone up short. You don't think anyone really thought that far ahead. Didn't think of how the world and its harshness would tear apart everything they were everything you all were.

Chan took a shaky breath. "She is right. It would end Stray Kids, and we can't risk it."

Lee Know hit the table with his fist before storming off, a door slamming a couple seconds later making me flinch lightly in surprise.

Sighing and blinking back frustrated tears you pat Bins hand before standing up. "I'm going to go talk to him." You whisper.

"Third door." Seungmin responded.

You knocked on my door lightly, knowing everyone was listening. "Lee Know?" You called.

"Go away!" Came the reply.

"Do you really want that?" You would leave if he wanted, but for some reason you didn't think that was what he really, truly wanted.

There was silence before the door opened just enough for Lee Know to pull you in and shut the door again firmly.

You immediately had and armful of Lee Know as he wrapped around you and hid in your hair with a suspiciously wet sniff.

"Just got you and I don't want to leave you behind."

You rubbed his back gently. "I'm sorry, Lee Know. I can't be the reason all your hard work goes to waste."

"What's the point of it? It won't ever feel like we are whole when we are away!"

"You will still have each other. That will never change. And you will always come back to me."

"It hurts. Without you, it hurts. It's like you are the center - the heart of our soul group. And it hurts when you aren't with us."

You knew it hurt, you knew because even thinking and talking about them leaving you behind hurt. But there was no other way. Not until someone came up with a way to hide your origin story.

"You will get used to the hurt eventually. And you will be too busy while you are working to really notice it. It will become normal." Even if you never wanted it to feel normal. You never wanted to be left behind, abandoned all alone in this apartment. In this country and city you didn't know.

Lee Know didn't answer, just kept holding onto you, sniffing occasionally.

Your moment was interrupted by raised voices from out in the living room. Sounds of slamming and shouts in Korean muffled through the closed door you were behind. You pulled apart and glanced at each other before leaving the room cautiously. Lee Know took the lead, hand reaching back to keep you behind him and so he knew where you were.

What - or rather who - you saw made you wish you stayed in the bedroom.

JYPs nasty self stood in the doorway.

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A/N: I had originally planned on posting every Friday. However, I can already see that I am not going to stick to that.

Since this one is already written and all I am doing is typing it up and changing/adding things as I go, I am already up to chapter 7 being ready to be posted and it makes me itch to have them just sit them.

That being said, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and look forward to more in the future. (the near future most likely)

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[flower-boi16]

What Are Helluva Boss' Themes?

This is something I've thought about for a while, especially recently when Viv said that Season 3 will focus on a theme of "family" (clearly relating to Stolas' relationship with Octavia).

After doing some research, apperently at a panel one of the writers said that the series is meant to be about "relationships", either romantic, platonic, professional, etc. You can see that since a lot of the episodes do focus on inter-personal drama between characters.

Now, here's the next question...how well does helluva execute that theme?

Let's take a look at a lot of the relationships in the series, shall we? (Green will be goood, yellow will be meh/okay, and red will be bad)

Blitzo and Moxxie: This one is handled fairly well. Truth Seekers gives both characters fairly solid growth where they learn to start being better friends to each other.

Moxxie and Millie: It's not that developed but it's cute as a romantic relationship.

Blitzo and Loona: This is where things take a turn for the worst sadly. Blitzo and Loona's dynamic was initially endearing in the first season, as it was a loving but overprotective father with a edgy daughter that does still show some care for her father. Unfortunetly, the dynamic suffered in Season 2 due to Loona's character assasination ruining her past development, as I've talked about before, and, so far, Loona hasn't gotten anything in later episodes that have brought back her past characterization so this remains a massive issue.

Millie and Blitzo: Gets good development in GhostFuckers showing how Millie met Blitz and helps give Millie actual character depth for once.

Blitz and Stolas: I don't think I need to explain why I hate this one anymore.

Fizz and Blitz: The relationship is significantly underdeveloped and the resolution to their truama is extremely underwhelming and rushed.

Verosika and Blitz: Verosika gets a good moment showing how she felt when Blitz betrayed her trust but that's it. Aside from that, it suffers from the same issues of underdevelopment that Fizz and Blitz' relationship does.

Octavia and Stolas: Relationship was previously very compelling in Loo Loo Land where the series actually knew that Stolas was a terrible father and didn't try to pretend otherwise. Sadly Seeing Stars came into the mix and the show tried to frame Stolas as a good father to Octavia (which, he is not). Sinsmas does thankfully reverse this framming but we'll have to see if they'll commit to it in Season 3.

Stolas and Stella: This one suffers from Stella being made into nothing but a one-dimensional abusive bitch just to make Stolas look more sympathetic. It's part of the show's trend of demonizing characters that call out Stolas' actions.

Blitzo and Barbie: We know literaly nothing about this one but so far it's fine.

So uh. Ya. Most of the relationships in the show are pretty badly written and they suffer from the major issues in regards to character and how piss poor it is.

[hai7ani]

i feel like itd be even funnier if the toman WAGs were friends with WAGs from other/rival gangs lmao. like hanmas gf and emma get along so well they invite eachother over and draken and hanma are like um.? babe. and i feel like if hakkai got a gf it would be cute if she was obsessed with mitsuyas partner the same way he does with mitsuya. btw im the partner yuzuha doesnt wanna introduce! were keeping it lowkey ❤️

Before 2nd gen toman i think tenjiku!ran and tenjiku!hanma's gfs met at a meeting. It was a last minute one held by izana when ran was out dating and he had to rush over with her bc he had no choice he wasnt gonna leave her there all alone especially at times like this when gang wars are all over the place. Hanma did the same too and his gf still had her helmet on when arriving. Just standing there awkwardly with her windshield up and she's looking at ran's gf. Just two girls waiting for each other to smile first. The guys don't like each other but they do agree that their gfs should not be listening in on this. So they let them stick together ONCE and it keeps happening even after tenjiku is disbanded and the guys are in rival gangs and they hate it so damn much bc their gfs r such good friends who wouldnt stop shoving instagram photos of the other couple in their face. The girls tell them to not fuck up each other's faces too much bc "his gf is gonna be sad. imagine my feelings too when u come home looking like shit" and it makes them beat each other's ass harder lol

I feel like takeomi's baby mama is not on talking terms with the others as much. As in they're not as close. She doesn't always read messages since she's always so busy but when everyone gathers every once in a while she always appreciates help looking after her kid(s). Like when mitsuya brings his sisters over to accompany her own or when emma would offer to carry her kid with the other gfs gushing over their cuteness while she ate or just taking a breather

Hakkai and mitsuya's partners are soooo cute with each other. They go on double dates all the time but their partners are always holding each other's hands. The guys once made eye contact when following behind their partners at a shopping district and their eyes went lower and lower and they end up staring at each other's hands and hakkai just flinched. He obsesses over mitsuya okay but today it just made him. Move away a little. 😭 just two guys ig 😭

Hello yuzuha's partner :>>>>>>>>> just so u know we're a very busy body bunch 🙈

Extra: tokyo revengers x windbreaker (i hc in my prev that togame jo met with the s62 gen in juvie and it wasn't pleasant at all)

Togame jo's gf is friends with rindou's gf. They didn't meet through their boyfriends nor did they know their boyfriends knew each other. The girls met at a shared event between universities and he would always hear about the other girl through their own by her name. Rindou comes to pick his girlfriend up after class and she's chatting with a girl he recognises at the gate. He nods and waits with the two bc his girlfriend said that her friend's boyfriend is almost here, just to make sure that she leaves safely, and then a familiar guy waddles over, both boring holes into each others eyes ("this guy's still alive?") ... gets closer ... and he stands next to ... "Oh! Hi! Okay, your boyfriend's here. We'll get going too. See you!"

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Just imagine the vein bulging on each guy's foreheads

[letteredlettered]

I loved Away Childish Things!

Reading about how Draco reacted to Harry's childhood trauma and how that helped him understand how Harry became the person he is was particularly fascinating. It makes me wonder how Draco and Harry would have interacted with each other after acquiring that knowledge. Was Draco more protective and Harry embarrassed? It would really be interesting to read Harry being a child from Draco's POV.

I don't think that Harry is embarrassed after Away Childish Things. I think he feels so, so, so grateful that Draco saw the most vulnerable part of him, and was so loving and gentle and kind.

I think Harry might have some embarrassment if Ron and Hermione saw him that way, but that's because they already know about how it was for Harry. I think Harry would not want them to see him that way again because he feels a little silly and foolish; he knows they would find him super cute and adorable, and he just thinks, ahhhh you already know all that; we're past it.

With almost anyone else, I think Harry would feel some anger and resentment, even if they were kind to him when he was de-aged. Like, he doesn't want to share those parts of himself with just anyone; they're his, and it makes him terribly vulnerable. Even if someone is gentle with your vulnerability, you don't want to give it to everyone.

But Harry wants to give it to Draco. He wanted to when Draco's mother died, and he didn't know how. I think when they are both re-aged, Harry thinks that at least maybe Draco can now have some understanding of why he couldn't comfort him properly then. Maybe Draco, even if he doesn't want Harry back, can understand better why Harry struggles to show things like love and hurt and vulnerability. Which is why I think Harry falls apart at the very end of ACT, when Draco is finally the appropriate age--Draco knows him now, knows all of him, and Harry desperately wanted to be known. He just didn't know how to share himself, which is one reason he and Ginny never really worked out.

But yes, I do think that Draco would remain quite fiercely protective of Harry, which is why Harry's Patronus sometimes changes, but Draco's Patronus is a fawn until the day he dies.

[ididntseeurbag]

water fight

pairing: jay x idol!fem!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers (?)

warnings: mentions of food, kissing, playing with water

in which reader and jay cook together, but get a little sidetracked

a/n: hi! i hope you enjoy this jay imagine i wrote a while ago :) i love writing domestic things and will probably do more in the future with him or other idols <3 also can you tell i love writing about idol!reader lmaoo

the meat aisle inside the convenience store was quite cold, and y/n trembled slightly at the low temperature as she looked for some meat cuts for the dinner she and jay were making back at the boys’ dorms to celebrate their anniversary as a group alongside y/n’s group. as their members rested, the two got in charge of choosing and making the food, since they were their groups’ respective chefs. most times, the members would’ve completely starved for hours hadn’t it been for their cooking skills.

as y/n finally chose thee cuts, she looked at jay, who was picking some fish cakes from a self. “we’re making kimchi and potato pancakes too, right?” she asked.

“yeah,” jay answered, nodding towards her as he scanned the different flours in search of one to make the pancake mix. “i'll go get the ingredients for that and you search for tteokbokki.”

“okay, meet you at the register when you’re done,” y/n told him, and they both parted ways.

soon, they reunited. jay noticed y/n had a bit too much than he thought they needed, so he called her out. “y/n, that’s more than just ingredients,” jay observed, giving her a pointed look.

“i got a bit sidetracked,” the girl chuckled. “i saw snacks that the members liked and i had to get them,” being the leader came with being very observant, and y/n had mentally kept notes on her members’ favourite snacks, so she thought she’d surprise them with the food.

jay looked confused at her words. “but i’m paying?”

“exactly.”

the boy only sighed at her determined expression, but paid for everything nonetheless, being physically unable to say no to her. after putting everything in the bags, they quickly went back to the house to start preparing.

as she entered enhypen’s home, y/n struggled to keep the groceries in her hand as she tried to take off her jacket and shoes. upon noticing, jay quickly took her bags and placed them on the floor before standing in front of her and taking of her thick scarf slowly, smiling at her reddened cheeks because of the cold. “cute,” he mumbled under his breath, but quickly played it cool and avoided her gaze as he set the scarf on one of the coat racks and grabbed one of the bags with the food, walking to the kitchen and avoiding jungwon’s gaze that had seen the whole scene. jay knew he’d get teased eventually, but he tried to stall it for as long as possible.

“here,” y/n said, tossing different snacks to her girls as she passed by the living room, knowing the boys would end up stealing some.

“thanks!” georgie, one of the members, smiled. “did jay pay?”

“of course,” the leader smirked proudly. “also, we’re making kimchi and potato pancakes and tteokbokki along with the meat, is that alright?”

the chorus of “yes” y/n got brought a grin to her face. both her and jay didn’t consult the others before buying the ingredients, but they knew well enough that most of them were craving the plates they were going to prepare.

the two designated cooks started taking the food out of the bags and neatly placed the stuff they needed on the kitchen counter. even as they did simple things like preparing the ingredients and utensils, jay and y/n always worked together well in the kitchen. they helped each other when needed and also gave each other enough space to do their own individual tasks. they had an unspoken language that only they seemed to understand, and it never failed to amaze their members.

after all the things they needed were spread out, the pair shared a look and nodded at the same time, knowing what they had to do next.

“guys!” jay called out. “come get everything to set the table while we start cooking!”

following jay’s command, everyone went to the kitchen quite quickly, so the table was set fast, and they all went back to their activities, meaning the cooks were left alone in the kitchen once more.

as usual, y/n turned on her speaker and put her cooking playlist on (yes, she made a cooking playlist out of the songs that both her and jay liked). most of the time they were silent or singing along to the songs (either softly or at the top of their lungs, there was no in between), but sometimes they engaged in some small conversation about random stuff that happened or that they saw in the company, creating a comfortable and careless atmosphere. y/n loved cooking with jay for that reason, since he never pressured her into conversation or made her feel any sort of pressure. they just shared a space and sort of existed together as they expressed their care for their members through their actions.

although they usually made it look like they hated cooking for so many people, the pair actually loved it, for it one of their main love languages was doing acts of service through making food for their closest friends. they also enjoyed spending time in the kitchen, since it relaxed them and took their thoughts away for a while, the only worry being if the others would like the food (which they always did, much to y/n and jay’s content). even if it had been really hard work for the two on a few occasions, it was still worth it when they saw everyone’s happy faces as they tried the food. plus, they both took any opportunity to hang out together without anyone else in the room, but they wouldn’t admit that out loud just yet.

while they waited for the tteokbokki sauce to reduce a bit, they made the pancakes so they stayed warm until they took all the food to the table. they swiftly cooked them all and stacked them in two plates, their hands slightly greasy from the oil they used.

“let’s wash our hands and then plate the tteokbokki,” suggested y/n.

“good thinking,” the boy agreed. “we don’t want the pan to slip out as we lift it.”

somehow, they both thought it was a great idea to wash their hands at the same time in the kitchen sink, so they had to be really close to each other, their arms touching in order to fit the four hands in the small space. y/n laughed both at the silliness of it all and at the fact that she was in very close quarters with the boy she had ended developing feelings for. it wasn’t intentional at all from her side, they started as great friends and, suddenly, one day, after a few moments where she doubted her stance towards jay, she realised she didn’t want to just be her friend anymore. still, she remained silent about it, not really knowing how to break the news yet.

noticing the sudden proximity, jay took it as an opportunity to playfully annoy the girl. he first put his hands on top of hers, not letting her wash the soap off since he was blocking the water from falling. rolling her eyes, she put her hands over his and finished washing them. unsatisfied with the prior strategy’s results, jay then decided to grab some water, shaping his hands like a bowl, and splashing her face.

“park jongseong!” y/n gasped, the top of her hair fully soaked. “oh, you’re going to regret doing this,” as soon as she said that, she copied the boy’s actions and chased him around the kitchen island until she managed to corner him and poured the water over him, making his hair wet as well. “now we’re even,” she laughed at the sight of his hair drooped down because of the water’s weight. even then, he looked handsome, and y/n’s heart skipped a beat upon seeing him like that.

“everything okay?!” jungwon asked from the living room, since some of them heard a bit of a commotion.

the cooks laughed, taking in their messy appearances, water dropping down their heads into their faces and clothes. “yes!” y/n shouted back, directing her gaze to the door so jungwon could hear her well. “everything’s,” she turned to jay once again, who was looking at her intently. “…fine,” she murmured, fully aware of his gaze. his hooded eyes bore into hers, then moved around to look at her facial features wordlessly. the silence was making y/n anxious, since she didn’t really know what to take from the situation, but still she remained there, in front of him, caged by his presence alone.

the boy still said nothing, choosing to lift his hand instead and bringing it close to the girl’s face. she slightly flinched at first, more as a reflex than anything else, since she knew he wouldn’t harm her in any way, although his next actions did shock her. he slowly moved his hand to fix the wet hair that stuck to her forehead, sweetly tucking one of the strands behind her ear.

y/n’s insides churned at the action, thousands of butterflies swarming around relentlessly, even as she tried to stop them, but to no avail. his actions flustered her, and jay seemed to notice that, for he softly smiled at her, the right corner of his mouth lifting slightly higher than the left as he let out a quiet chuckle, the sound of it being muffled by the music still playing out of the girl’s speaker.

suddenly, something got over jay and it made him want to act without a second thought. seeing that y/n didn’t look particularly uncomfortable but more so startled, even with the position they were in, he proceeded. he started closing the little space that was left between them, and y/n’s eyes widened slightly.

“what are you doing?” she whispered, only loud enough for him to hear.

jay looked at her lips, then back at her eyes. “i’m going to kiss you now,” he stated matter-of-factly as he moved his hand toward the back of her neck. “can i?” he searched for her consent and, upon seeing her not slightly, he proceeded, meeting his lips with hers. he kissed her gently, afraid that she would crumble under him, and y/n almost did, had it not been for jay’s free hand resting comfortably on her waist and keeping her up.

y/n wasn’t really thinking as she kissed the boy back, enjoying the way his hands rested on her body, so gently and radiating such warmth that she felt she’d still feel their weight even after he would let her go. his fingers traced random patterns on the little skin that showed from the crop top she was wearing. she then lifted one hand to his chest, and moved the other to his hair, softly tugging at it from time to time, making the boy kiss her with a bit more force when she did so.

at some point, he ended up grabbing her hips with both hands and lifting her up onto the kitchen counter, letting her legs wrap around his waist as he kept kissing her, moving from her mouth to her cheeks and neck before going back up to her lips. jay knew that, after having had a taste of her, he’d bee going back again and again, no matter the consequences. she was addicting, and he was fully willing to get fully consumed by her. no other thing could make him feel like she did during that moment and every other second he spent with her. he was completely entranced by her being, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[lucy90712]

Telling family

Gavi: 

It has been a couple weeks since I had my first ultrasound but we are yet to tell Pablo's family. Just a few days after the ultrasound once I had wrapped my head around it all I called my parents and told them. I didn't expect them to be over the moon as I know Pablo and I are young but they were a lot more angry than I thought. They lectured me for most of the phone call about how irresponsible I'd been and how I'd regret things in years to come so I haven't spoken to them since. After their reaction I've been way too scared to tell Pablo's parents, he wants to tell them naturally but I've made him wait and wait because I'm just so scared of what they are going to think. 

Now though I can't wait anymore as Pablo's family have invited us both to dinner and we agreed that the next time we saw them in person would be the time we tell them. Pablo promised me that he'd take the lead in the conversation which makes me feel a bit better but still I feel so incredibly anxious. I get on really well with Pablo's parents and I don't want to ruin that especially with the lack of support from my own parents. I can understand why they wouldn't be happy about the news because having a baby is going to affect Pablo's career and he has such a bright future ahead of him that I might be ruining. I know that it takes two to make a baby but I can't help but feel responsible for this situation and anything that comes from it including our parents reactions. 

Pablo drove us to dinner which was at a nice restaurant in a quiet part of town meaning there wasn't many people around to create any distraction from the situation. We had a lovely dinner but I couldn't eat much in part due to sickness but mostly due to nerves. Once everyone had finished eating a conversation was started about what had been going on since we all last saw each other. That's when Pablo squeezed my hand under the table to tell me that he was going to make the announcement. 

"Actually y/n and I have an announcement we are expecting" Pablo announced 

"That's brilliant I'm so happy for you two" Pablo's mum said 

"You aren't mad?" Pablo asked taking the words right out of my mouth 

"No of course not it's your life not ours plus we know you two will make great parents" Pablo's dad said 

"Thank you your support means a lot" I managed to say despite the shock of how well the conversation had gone down 

Pedri: 

Pretty much ever since we found out Pedri has been desperate to tell his family about the new addition. The only thing that has stopped him is the fact that he wanted to tell his parents in person. They were supposed to be coming over for a few days this week but a few things happened so now they aren't able to come and Pedri is devastated. I told him that we can wait until they can make it out here to tell them but he still wants to find a way because he doesn't want them to miss out on much more of my pregnancy. It has been a difficult dilemma for him and I've tried to help but ultimately it's his decision as to what he wants to do I will just be there whether he decides. 

This morning Pedri woke me up all excited telling me that today is the day we tell his family which had me very confused. He explained that he invited Fer over this afternoon and he plans to FaceTime his parents so that they can all find out at the same time. Then he showed me the little onesie he got made that he was going to give his parents but instead he's going to give to Fer and get him to show his parents through FaceTime. He was so excited and had a smile to match which was so infectious that I couldn't help but smile too at how cute it is the Pedri is so excited. His family means so much to him and I know he wants our announcement to be perfect but no matter what happens it will be perfect. 

Fer came round right on time but Pedri acted as if he was hours late as he rushed Fer into the living room and set up his phone before running off to get the onesie which he'd put in a box. Fer was laughing at his brother but he let him do his thing and listened when he was told to wait to open the box. Pedri FaceTimed his parents who were happy to see all of us together and wanted to chat but Pedri was preoccupied. 

"Ok you can open the box now but make sure you show mum and dad too" Pedri instructed 

"What is this" Fer said pulling out the onesie so that the writing on it was facing the phone 

"Are you two joking?" Pedri's mum asked

"No we aren't" I said 

"Congratulations I wish we could be there to hug you both but we will come over soon" she said 

"I'm still confused" Fer said 

"Turn it round you dumbass" Pedri said 

"Oh my god congratulations both of you" Fer said giving both of us a hug 

Jude: 

Jude has been nervous to tell his family not because he thinks they won't be supportive but because they know he didn't want kids and he doesn't want them to get the wrong impression. He is so worried that his family will think that I'm baby trapping him but I'm not worried about that because I know once we explain that this baby is a happy accident they will be super supportive. It is this reason that Jude hasn't wanted to tell his family the news over the phone so now that he has a break and we are going back home for a few days he doesn't have any excuse. Seeing as it's his family I have left him to decide how he wants to tell them but I told him if he wants me to do or say anything he just has to tell me. 

Throughout the flight Jude was so nervous he was tapping his foot and playing with the rings on my fingers which he only does when he's deep in thought. I really want to be able to support him more but there's not much I can do as we won't know what's going to happen until we tell them plus I don't have the same fears he does so I don't know how he's feeling. I do think it's sweet that he's so worried about what his parents might think of me when we tell them because he doesn't want them to resent me in any way. If he wasn't so caring he wouldn't be this nervous which I guess in this scenario has its pros and cons. 

Once we finally arrived it was late and I was very tired so we went straight to Jude's parents place as that's where we are staying. Even though it was late they all stayed up for us and greeted us at the door which was really nice. As it was late I expected Jude to wait until tomorrow to tell his parents or find a better time but as I made my way to the stairs he gave me a look and I knew he was just going to say it. 

"Y/n and I are expecting" he just kind of blurted out 

"Oh wow congratulations" Jude's dad said 

"I know I said I didn't want kids and I know what you are thinking but it's not y/n's fault we both made a mistake but I'm actually really excited to be a dad" Jude explained 

"We would never think anything like that I'm just glad you two are happy that's the main thing" Jude mum said 

"Congrats bro I can't wait to be the fun uncle" Jobe laughed 

Joao: 

Joao has been so excited to surprise his family with the news he hasn't stopped talking about all the different ways he could do it. He has been looking on Pinterest most nights to come up with ideas which I never thought I'd see as he used to make fun of me for looking on Pinterest for inspiration. After much consideration he made his mind up on what he wanted to do so we ordered the stuff we would need and made sure it would arrive in time for his family coming to visit. 

Today is the day that Joao's family are due to arrive so Joao dragged me out of bed far too early so we could assemble the idea he came up with. There was a lot of layers to Joao's plan he had a box and he wanted to created different layers with different things on them. On the bottom we put a picture from the ultrasound we got then going up we added other things that were slightly baby related but not too obvious so it wasn't completely given away at the start. Once it was done he was so excited to give it to them but I told him to at least wait until they are sat down  after getting here as we don't want to overwhelm them at the door. He knew he would be able to hold back to he told me to give him a signal when I thought the time was right. 

When it was time Joao went to the airport to pick everyone up leaving me at home. I was fully prepared for him to have given everything away on the drive but he hadn't although he did look like he was about to burst from anticipation. I made everyone a drink before we all sat down and got to catch up, to begin with it was just sort of small talk but then the conversation moved to things that were hard for me to answer truthfully without making it obvious that I am pregnant. That is when I gave Joao the signal so he excused himself and came back with the box which he gave to his mum but made sure everyone else could see it too. I wasn't nervous until they actually started looking through the box which is when a bit of anxiety kicked in as to what their reactions would be. By the time they got to the last layer of the box my heart rate was through the roof.

"Oh my god you aren't joking right you are actually expecting" Joao's mum exclaimed 

"No we aren't joking y/n is actually pregnant" Joao said 

"Thats amazing congratulations" Joao's dad said 

"How are feeling y/n have you been doing ok?" Joao's mum asked 

"I'm fine just the usual symptoms but nothing too bad so far" I said 

"If you need anything just give us a call and we will do our best to help" she said 

Ruben: 

Ruben couldn't hold off on telling his parents so they found out a few weeks ago not long after we did. His brother however doesn't know and everyone has been keeping it a secret from him so Ruben can tell him in a fun way. His brother has been there for us through the months and months of negative tests and really helped Ruben not get down about it so Ruben decided he needed to do something special to tell his brother that he will finally be an uncle. While Ruben has been thinking about how he wants to surprise his brother I've been finding it really hard not to say anything as Ruben's brother is around a lot and my pregnancy is quite often on my mind. Trying to cover up when I'm feeling sick or tried has been difficult but I've done it for Ruben as I don't want to be the one to ruin the surprise. 

Last night Ruben told me he was finally ready to tell his brother which is great timing as he is supposed to be coming for dinner tonight. Ruben had training this morning so he sent me out to get a few things for him which I happily did. As soon as Ruben was back he got on with his plan which he hasn't told me so I just watched as he stuck a design onto a t shirt he made me get. Once he was done he showed me that he had made a t shirt for his brother that had uncle Ivan written on the back of it. He was so happy with himself and I must say it was a good idea one that his brother will definitely like. 

Ruben made dinner as I wasn't feeling well enough to be stood up cooking for too long but I did greet his brother and sat with him until dinner was done and we could all eat together. After dinner Ruben went and grabbed the t shirt which was folded to hide what was written on it and handed it to his brother. As he unfolded it he read what was on the back and I could see his smile grow and he went straight to hug Ruben before he hugged me too.

"Congratulations both of you I'm so happy for you" Ivan said 

"Thanks for your support until now we wouldn't be in this position if it wasn't for you telling me it will come when the time is right" Ruben said 

"You don't need to thank me I'm just glad you've finally got what you've been wishing for" Ivan said 

[starlightshadowsworld]

For the character ask game, what are your thoughts on Chuuya?

…Ima say it now this one’s gonna be long.

Favourite thing: The way Chuuya knows how people perceive him and uses it to his advantage.

In Fifteen he knew that Dazai saw him as a loud brainless teen so he played on that to hide Arahabaki while actively helping to search for him.

And it’s in that same way that he tricks Fyodor.

Least Favourite thing: He does leap before he looks at times. Truly the world’s worst interrogator.

Favourite line:

“You’ve fucked up Detective Agency”

What can I say? It’s Iconic.

Also not a spoken line but when he’s being interrogated in Stormbringer and when it seems like he’s gonna confess. He just calmly hands over a note that just says “eat shit.”

BrOTP:

Chuuya and Kouyou because they are siblings to me. He looks up to her and she threatened to tear Verlaine limb from limb for trying to take him away.

Chuuya and Kenji because I’ve seen the I believe wan panels of them hanging out and it’s adorable and I love them being friends.

Chuuya and Akutugawa because Chuuya referring to him as “our boy” warms my heart. Akutugawa respects him and there little moment at the end of Dead Apple is so sweet.

Chuuya and Rimbaud because he did make an impression on him and despite it all Chuuya still wears his hat.

Chuuya and Adam are everything to me. Their whole relationship and how Adam cares so much for him so openly and how Chuuya’s terrible at showing he cares for him too.

Chuuya and the Flags. He’s like a really pissed off stray cat that they’ve all just adopted. I love his relationship with them all and how much they care about him and accepted him as one of them.

Chuuya and Dazai. Platonic or romantic (tho I prefer platonic) whatever they are, they are fundamentally intertwined and mean a lot to each other (begrundingly) and I love them being the smartest and dumbest people in the room together.

OTP:

Chuuya and Kunikida. Similar personalities and roles in their organisations. I feel they’d both respect each other and they’d find common ground and be very cute.

Also bitch about Dazai and gang up on him but that’s just a small part of all of this.

Chuuya and Atsushi. Similar backgrounds and abilities. Chuuya’s part of the reason Atsushi proposed an alliance to begin with. They both struggle with their humanity and I feel would reaffirm it in each other and be very cute.

NOTP: I don’t really have any.

Random headcanon: Because the Sheep were technically banned from Yokohama (being PM terrority) Chuuya knows multiple routes into the city that they aren’t aware if.

Along with secret passages into the PM building.

Unpopular opinion: Chuuya is a character that exists outside of Dazai. He is an incredibly complex and smart character and more than just the “brawn” of their duo.

Song I associate with him: What’s up Danger by Blackway and Black Caviar.

Favourite picture:

The unimpressed low-key ethereal look of a man that is so earning every single yen of his paycheck.

[kaeyaswifefromsnezhnaya]

How Aoikane lack circumstances is just amazing. They have so much drama and I have to believe that it's because they're both just such weird kids who love each other so much, but it doesn't work that way. Like, if you don't look at their relationship as a love drama, then it still makes sense, but if you look at it from a Romeo and Juliet point of view...

Aoi is so withdrawn because she's withdrawn (I know she was bullied as a child, I know she's perceived purely for her looks, and her parents are divorced. That's what I'm talking about, she's so withdrawn that it should be her painful trait, special, so to speak, but no one talks about how hard it was for her in the context of her withdrawnness, she's just very secretive and distrustful, so Akane would crack her). And she's like that, purely so that she needs to be pursued, and she would refuse time after time, only because "what if he leaves me too." Your incredibly persistent boyfriend, who has been courting you for three years. What if he suddenly just dumps you, because what if he finds out the real you - you've literally known each other since you were three, really, what doesn't he know? Or how have you been friends all this time without getting close? As children, playing with conventions? What is this? The way Aoi has no will of her own, she almost never speaks directly, shows no emotion, is afraid of everyone, and you want to say that she is an ordinary schoolgirl and it is still fun.

Akane, on the other hand, is so loyal, so stubborn, took it upon himself to be Aoi's personal knight, and also just because? He loves her sooo much that he is ready to do something like this. An ordinary schoolboy suddenly became a hero from a fairy tale, and also because he is such a nice guy.

Their drama is heartbreaking, the stakes are too high, and their reasons for such behavior are just because. Not because their parents forbid them to date, not because one of them is traumatized, or both of them, not because they have some more significant reasons that need to be overcome than just the mistrust of silly Aoi. The conflict may be good, but it does not look good in the current easy conditions without adequate reasons. And when I bring up these reasons, I am told to put them down, because now their relationship does not look like a cute Romeo and Juliet story.

Although you know how good Aoikane is in the new timeline? Where they finally have a reason preventing them from being together that is really hard to overcome - the engagement with Minamoto. Now Aoi will have to act out of duty, now she can't talk about her feelings, but the funny thing is that in this world she talks about them much more freely. Because she grew up with Teru, who pulled her out of her shell and helped her become the girl who refused to leave the red house alone. And considering that the Akane from this world clearly couldn't lay claim to Aoi the same way as before, he probably didn't pester her with confessions and as a result she treats him much more loyally and strives to be with him herself. It's funny, but that's how it is. These are real circumstances, and not "they are like this because it has to be that way." In the new world they are finally those same soft and brave good guys, but this world will be erased and we will return to their original problems, which are passed off as imaginary soft comfort.

[pokckygamewithbatman]

Parental Figures in Arcane, and How S2 Both Maintains and Hurts this Aspect of The Show

The kinship that Zaunite "families" feel for each other is shown countless times throughout the show. Claggor and Mylo aren't Vander's kids either, but he loves them just as much as the girls, and the Zaunites who had been imprisoned and were rescued by Jinx in S2 immediately want closeness to her. When Jinx cares for Isha they never address or label their relationship to one another, or to us. They're all on the same side, and it doesn't matter if they're related or not, or even if they're close. They're all fighting and surviving together.

Arcane also made it clear how important parental figures are, but they didn't touch on the importance of titles in that relationship between a parent and their children because that was never important. There was always something more pressing happening. Only at the very end could someone admit their love and bestow a title as sacred and important as "dad" or "daughter".

So why do Vi and Jinx both call Vander their dad so easily in S2?

In broad, broad terms, the thing I don’t like about the lack of nuance of Vander as a father figure in S2 is because of the immense nuance in S1. In S1 Vander is never referred to by Vi or Powder/Jinx as “dad.” He is a guardian, definitely, but when they’re young they’re not yet ready to accept him as a father, which is probably in part because of the nature of Zaun; when you’re all trying to survive together and everyone’s bringing whatever they can to the table (almost as equals, even if some are literally children), parental figures and titles of that sort are lost, especially in this case when Vander and the girls aren’t blood related. They may still remember their biological father (though he's never mentioned) and aren't ready to replace that person in their life. They at most see him as a close uncle or family friend of their mother. And from this point up until he dies that doesn’t change. They never call him dad in S1, and that really helped the theme of "love transcends time and class" so why does he gain this title in S2 after they haven’t seen him for 10 years(?) and thought he’d been dead this whole time. No extra bonding happened between the girls and Vander, and there was never any indication that their relationship with him, and how they felt about it had changed from a beloved father figure and guardian, to "dad".

Sure, they miss him, and you could assume that in a flurry of emotion they spring the title onto him, but complexity, detail and subtly are where the show really shines, so why did they feel the need to straight up tell us how the girls feel about Vander instead of just showing their love and affection for him?

This happens in S1, Jinx feels a deep connection with Silco, but only shows it through her actions; helping him in his mission, hugs, cradling his face when he’s dying. And he in turn only refers to her as his daughter right before he dies, yk “you’re my daughter, I’d never forsake you”, which he says in conclusion to his decision that he'd never give her up, even for the freedom of Zaun. That line finally signifies to us that she is the most important thing in Silco's life. Before this scene the audience could still be on unsure whether he'd actually be willing to give her up for his dream. She's literally his new dream. Throughout the rest of the show he shows his love through his actions; he trusts her with administering his medicine even though he's fully capable of doing it himself, but he knew she needed to feel useful (and it's really cute that after a while he's incapable of doing it himself because he's let her do it for so long), he made her a big part of his plan to free Zaun because he had faith in her abilities and knew she wanted to help, he keeps the fact that Vi is alive from her in order to protect her (don't come at me with that "manipulator Silco" talk, he also thought Vi was dead, and when he found out he didn't tell Jinx because he saw how much it hurt her to even remember Vi and think about her. He reminds her of their goal and gives to a task to help keep her mind off the hurt she's feeling). Although we as the audience are like “mk they’re clearly father and daughter” it doesn’t feel like the writers are shoving it down our throats which is why it’s really impactful when Silco finally says it in the last episode.

After Jinx picks up Isha, or after Isha inserts herself into Jinx's life, a shift between "older sister/guardian" to "parent" happens after Jinx saves Isha from Stillwater. When they hug and Isha starts crying we see on Jinx's face the realization: "oh. She's the most important thing in the world to me" but the show never has to tell us that. Isha clearly has lost a parental figure already because of her insistence on keeping her miner's hat, and Jinx also recently lost her father figure, Silco, so they both know the meaning of losing someone they love, but don't need to label themselves as "mother" and "daughter" for the audience. And it evident that Isha meant as much as she did to Jinx because of how much her death crushed what was once an outgoing and confident Jinx. Once again, they never say it, Isha never calls Jinx mom (even in her own way (you could argue that she actually does in the prison scene before Jinx is attacked by Warwick, but even if she does that's a valid place to bestow that title: her guardian is in danger and Isha can't get to her, so out of desperation she calls her "mama", but this is never mentioned again so it's just as likely that Isha was just screaming)) and she doesn't need to.

While it doesn’t ruin the dynamic between Vander and the girls in S2 and they don’t say it a ton, it makes their relationship feel less deep. Instead of them not knowing who they are to each other, or not caring because they just love each other so much, they instead bestow a title that pinpoints their degree of love for Vander. They spell it out for us, ‘he is our father, and that’s why we love him. Period’ and I think that’s harmful to how we’re supposed to view these characters. Vi and Jinx aren't ones to give out such titles easily, Vi is hesitant to admit her love for Cait, and Jinx is hesitant to call Vi her sister, and yet this man who they haven't seen for so long, who initially tried to kill them, gains this title as though he's been guiding and protecting them the whole time?

This is not Vander slander, let me assure you, I believe just as fiercely as the next person that he is their dad, that man is a father, but the fact that they casually through the title around so easily is baffling to me.

Let me just put this picture in your minds: How impactful would it have been if the first time we get a glimpse of how much they truly love each other is when Vander gets his humanity back and the first thing he says is "don't touch my daughter". Remember that scene? Imagine how much more it would've hit if the audience and the girls were still unsure of how they wanted to call Vander and how he thought of them. If they only started calling him dad after getting like, confirmation that he felt the same about them and always had. Vi and Jinx, who are terrified of being wrong, and choosing wrong, should not have given Vander the title of "dad" when he was Warwick.

This is just a little nitpick of mine, and I've never seen anyone else talk about this, but I feel like it's small details like this that made the second season more... shallow?

[yuwuta]

omg yes i’m so glad u liked the showering stalls at the beach idea!! something something about asking lifeguard yuuta if he can help u put sunscreen on your back. it’s a slow day, there’s only a few tourists out and about, your beach umbrella provides a lot of shade. you’re humming sweetly and asking him how his day went, if he saved anyone. he’s very shy and the tips of his ears are red as if he’s doing something dirty and not just rubbing your shoulders and back with spf so you don’t burn and peel. he tells u about how he had to dispose of a dead jellyfish someone’s aunt sat on. you’re laughing and he’s savoring the last few seconds of his hands on your warm skin. you sweetly ask him if he could go ahead and untie your bikini top bc you don’t want the sunscreen to stick to the fabric and the knot your friend helped you tie is too tight. he’s swallowing hard and he swears his hands are shaking (his vision just blurred a bit from the sudden rush of blood to his cock). you thank him and life your head and shoulders just a bit so u can look him in the eye and give him a sweet smile. all he can think about is if you arched a little more, he’d be able to see your nipples. anyone who’s looking might be able to. he gets lightheaded again from the thought but has enough mental strength to nod and say you’re welcome. that if u need anything to call his name. (anyways, after he’s done for the day, because he can never get the hint and act on it first, i would imagine that reader pulls him into the shower stall to give him a rough kiss. you ask him how many other girls ask him to put sunscreen on their backs because surely he can’t be missing the hint that bad. his cheeks are red, his ears are red, his pupils are blown and his lips are a touch swollen from kissing you. he’s so cute but such a mess that it’s a wonder he has enough strength to support you after you go limp in his arms from how good he’s fucking into you. bikini bottoms pulled to the side, his hand firmly gripping your thigh where your leg is hooked around his waist, he’s whining about how he can barely thrust because sound echoes in the shower stalls and he doesn’t want to get fired, cooing at him about how good he feels until he twitches inside of you and he whines even louder. he doesn’t pull out because why would u want that and after you’re both panting into each other’s mouths catching your breaths from the force of your orgasms, you have to guide his head between your legs. he has to clean you up bc you can’t walk to your car with his cum sliding down your leg past your bikini bottoms.)

[REST]

oh my goddddd???????? i don’t have much to add you said it all but i think the idea of him succumbing to you not only because he’s so pliable but also because part of his job/training is to keep the customer satisfied yk… his boss is always drilling into all the private beach/country club patrons and happy and if this is how you need him to serve you then so be it… like the genuine fear or being caught vs the need to please you and the latter always wins bc who is he to tell you no…