#this took me days to figure out the proper wording lmao

[millionsnife]

The most fundamental tenet of Knives' identity is "Vash's brother"; it forms the absolute bedrock of all of his other views and values, and is the very core of his sense of identity. What exactly 'Vash's brother' means is a complicated topic, and is tangled up in a lot of different thoughts and actions.

Being Vash's brother means protect Vash from others up to and including Vash himself, love Vash, and make Vash happy. There's other things in there as well, but these three are Knives' priority as his older brother and while his actions may seem to contradict these edicts, in his mind everything he does is in pursuit of these three things.

Making Vash happy is a goal he knows he can't fulfill in the present, with the world as it is. It's a long term future goal he's willing to work towards later once he's built their paradise, but it's always there in the back of his mind as one of his driving motivations.

Loving his brother is easy enough, because he's always loved Vash and never stopped.

Protect Vash on the other hand is something a bit more difficult and time consuming, and the most seemingly contradictory of his motivations. Even if it means Vash hates him for it and he becomes the villain in his brother's story, Knives truly believes that humans will hurt Vash so they need to be eliminated for Vash's own safety, to protect his brother from those that would hunt him down and kill him in their hate and fear.

Vash himself causes so much harm to himself with his petty attachments to the humans, who always die and leave him alone or abandon and betray him so Knives will hunt and hound him. Kill his friends. Make it impossible for Vash to become attached to the presence of these humans, so they can no longer hurt him with their betrayals and their deaths, even if it means that Vash hates him. Because so long as he's focused on Knives and unable to create emotional ties to the humans, then he is safe. It's the only way to protect him, as far as Knives is concerned.

And once he's finally created their paradise, Vash will be surrounded only by people who love and care for him. People he can grow attached to without fear, and all of these bad memories won't matter anymore. He won't be sad or lonely, once Knives has made their paradise, so everything he's done until then will no longer matter between them.

Post series his methods change, mostly in deference to Vash's preference and emotional needs/attachments, though his goals and motivations do not. He still attempts to protect Vash, even from himself, and provide as much of a safety net as he can for his younger twin, though it is quite a bit of a learning curve for him to figure out how to do so without resorting to the more expedient methods of murdering everything not a Plant. His own more solitary nature, dislike of crowds and generally being around too many people at once, and preference to not being touched by others also makes all of it difficult, as well as not trusting Vash's human friends just yet.

[princeescaluswords]

Dude, you're reaching lmao. It's not because Scott is a POC, it's because he's a dumdum. Everything else in the show focuses on the Hales, almost as if it should have been their show. Instead we got a show about the side character, who happened to be Scott. Ultimately, it comes down Tyler Posey's acting at the end of the day. His performance simply isn't riveting in a word, compared to *pretty* much everyone else on the show. Sure, I can admit racism exists in Teen Wolf, like it does in any other piece of media created in Hollywood, but this theory is just... come on dude. The mental gymnastics you had to pull for this one lmao. If you don't like Sterek that's fine, but I promise you this one isn't about race. It's about two hot dudes who look good together, end of.

To be quite honest, I wouldn't be at all surprised if someone accuses me of writing this anonymous message to myself, because I couldn't ask for a clearer and more egregious example of fandom racism. But let me assure you, I did not write this. This was an unsolicited spasm from a Sterek shipper. I'd like to say it was an outlier, but everyone reading me knows it isn't. This author assures you and me that "this one isn't about race" immediately after being as racist as humanly possible for an entire paragraph.

First they lead off with 'Scott is a dumdum," as if the 'lazy and uneducated Mexican' stereotype doesn't actually exist in United States culture. To which characters are they comparing Scott to make that claim?

It wasn't Stiles who figured out how to convince Derek in Season 1 that Peter was playing him. It wasn't Derek who figured out that Gerard was dying of cancer and executed a plan to prevent him from using Derek to cure himself. It wasn't Isaac who took the information he learned from Gerard in order to use Deucalion's weakness against him, and it wasn't Peter who manipulated Jennifer into confronting them at the distillery. It wasn't the Sheriff who figured out that Derek was kidnapped and who had kidnapped him. It wasn't Liam who guessed that the Benefactor was a banshee. Was Scott always right? No. But interesting characters actually are wrong sometimes.

What they mean by 'dumdum' is that Scott didn't automatically believe he was bitten by a werewolf because Stiles, a white male character, told him so, even after Stiles had joked about it earlier that same day. What they mean is that he didn't stop playing lacrosse because Derek, a white male character and complete stranger, ordered him not to do so or he would kill someone. (Scott didn't.) What they mean is that Scott didn't automatically treat Allison as the enemy when Derek, a white male character, tried to bully him into doing just that. (And all Scott did by refusing to treat Allison as an enemy was save Derek's, Isaac's, and Jackson's lives.) What they mean is that Scott didn't execute his enemies the way Peter Hale, a white male serial killer, insisted was the only correct way to be a werewolf (though for some reason that wasn't supposed to include Peter himself). What they mean by 'dumdum' is that Scott didn't submit to a white male character, as they see is only right and proper.

All the characters made mistakes, including Scott, but only Scott gets labeled an idiot because of them. Why isn't Stiles a dumdum for taunting a captured alpha werewolf in Night School? Why isn't Derek a dumdum for biting three teenagers with no idea how to manage them on a full moon (especially after saying to Scott that he might have no idea how to train bitten wolves)? And so on. I think it does indeed have something to do with Scott being a character of color, and the evidence is on my side.

Then, because this has nothing to do with Scott being a character of color they decide to discuss how the show 'focuses on the Hales.' Usually, adventure shows do focus on the antagonists and the villains because they want to underline who the heroic protagonist has to defeat. Which Scott did. Repeatedly. It is fandom racism that some people can't tell who the villains are because the suspects are too white and good looking.

And then the anon goes after Posey's acting, because fandom has never ever tried to explain away their racism by saying that an actor of color is inadequate for the role. /sarcasm Weirdly though, that it turns out his acting was 'riveting' enough to carry a show through 100 episodes and an effing reunion movie!

But, as they say it's the "end of [discussion]" that Sterek is only about two hot dudes who look good together. I suppose that could be right, but it doesn't explain why a huge part of Sterek shipping is absolutely and precisely about proving a character of color, whom both said hot dudes' characters canonically loved, is a 'dumdum.' Why would the Sterek fandom have to constantly rewrite the show to focus on the Hales (and their Self-Insert with the Stiles Name Tag) if the show was already focused on the Hales. This frenetic need to piss on the lead protagonist of color is found throughout the Sterek fandom, with the goal of expressing their displeasure that the 'two hot dudes who look good together and happen to be white' are not the lead protagonists.

BUT IT'S NOT RACISM. End of!

[werewolfgenesis]

Headcannon dump PLEASE PLEASE PLAss

Ohh a headcanon dump, you say? Glady!!

I will say this took me quite a bit to figure out how I want to,, format?? This?? Whatever the word is LMAO but ultimately I've decided: fuck it we ball

Now for headcanons :3

Ghost has a knife collection! He doesn't remember where some of the knives came from, but he likes them anyway, he has a display case in his room for all his knives. Strangely, the ones he doesn't recognize have the initials J.C. carved into them. Wonder what that's about. Probably nothing. Ghost also enjoys photography and film making, similar to another individual very close to him!

Toast is extremely good at engineering and mechanics- his prosthetic arm is something he created and designed himself. He also has quite a bit of medical knowledge due to how much research he had done after losing his arm and creating his prosthetic. Other than creating his prosthetic, he's also created a multitude of ghost-hunting devices that PIE uses reguarly missions, as wacky as some may be

Spooker is an artist! In particular, he likes doodling flowers and small animals like cats, birds, squirrels, etc, writing poems, and he LOVES scrapbooking. He also knows how to sew!! Though, only a little. He also loves flowerpressing, he has multiple journals full of so many different little art projects and so many photos he and Ghost have taken and flowers and plants he's collected and so much more

Colon loves the ocean and space, but ESPECIALLY the ocean. Ask him about aquatic life and he'll tell you all about it, especially stuff that's in the deepest parts of the ocean, like the bigfin squid. He could spend hours or even days talking about the ocean and the wide expanse of space. He used to want to be an astronaut or marine biologist as a kid, though life led him somehow to being an athlete and then a ghost hunter. He's happy as a ghost hunter though, it's a very exciting and interesting job

Jimmy is a lot more than just some unhinged murderer, he used to be a human before he turned into the spirit he is now- however, he no longer has any memory of his life before "merging" with Ghost and his soul becoming attached to his, his real last name isn't even Casket- he just stole that from Ghost's family since he forgot his own last name. He's almost unrecognizable from who he used to be

Gavin, like Toast, is also extremely smart, just in a different way. His expertise lies more in chemistry rather than engineering. He used to not really care about sciences, or anything really, until the "Back From The Dead" pandemic, if you will, started to really, really become an issue, leading the state of the world in shambles with the constant revivals of all living things, and fueled by his jealousy towards Toast and desire to replace him, he started researching how to create a "perma-death" serum to "cure" this form of immortality plague and to get rid of Toast

Spencer is a huge fan of Vocaloid. Posters and merch, his computer is themed around Hatsune Miku and Gumi Megpoid (they're his favorites) one of his happiest memories is when he got to go to Miku Expo for the first time. I also think he was scene when he was in middleschool/highschool, he still owns a lot of clothing items and jewelry from back then, and still wears a lot of them still, even if now he dresses more "proper" with collared shirts and sweater vests

Sally was 100% an LPStuber wannabe as a kid, she owned a huge collection of LPS toys and would make silly LPS videos on Gertrude's phone and upload them to YouTube, sometimes her siblings would help her make them too. Another headcanon is that she loves clowns and the whole aesthetic of them, scary or cutesy, she loves it and definitely has clown themed LPS customs

While on the surface, Billy seems a bit airheaded and out of touch when it comes to social situations, he's actually very intelligent and knows a lot more than he lets on. He's a very skilled doctor and when it comes to his Back From The Dead ability, while he can't control it, he knows a lot more about it and how it works. It's an inherent knowledge he was born with, and he knows to keep a secret

Sue is a complete disaster when it comes to her love life. She sees a cute girl and she fumbles HARD. Sue is rather clumsy and mispeaks a lot, often accidentally tripping and accidentally bumping into other people, she really does those kinds of things a lot anyway. She doesn't beat herself up for it though, she's just a bit clumsy is all! Also she loves Fluttershy from MLP that's her girl right there

Stardust Sprinkleshine, when his human disguise, plays the role of a prophet and a disciple under the Love Cult, preaching to his followers the beliefs and virtues they follow, and condemning the non-believers, occasionally becoming "possessed" by Stardust to speak to his followers directly

Barnacle is the elder sister of Spooker, however her name and face has long since been forgotten due to the nature of Hell's Island after her "death." Her family no longer remember her, neither do her old friends, and she's unable to escape that haunted, old ghost town. She used to wear a gasmask to protect herself until she realized that it didn't matter, she was already dead

[moontyuns]

{05:42 pm}

Word count: 0.5k Pairing: Jeonghan x gn!reader Genre: hurt/comfort Rating: pg-13

a/n: kind of self-indulgent bc i’ve had a hard day at work and writing abt it somehow helped me feel easier (would be even easier if jeonghan actually hug me lmao) i did it in like 30-40 minutes?? So yeah… Also, this is how i’m gonna start my journey as a seventeen writer too ehehe 

You are sitting at your working table head in your hands, everything feels so suffocating, so hard. The task that you agreed to do the other day turned out to be more difficult than you expected it to be and now you don’t know what to do. Yes, you already agreed on doing it, however, you think that you slightly overestimated your abilities and you can't make it, especially in this short time, cause the deadline is within a few days. So now you’re thinking of how you should deliver to your coworker that you want to give it up, it feels so stupid to do this when you already said you will try to do this. It’s never easy for you to reject something or someone. There are a lot of thoughts in your head, you literally want to disappear so you don’t need to try to think of proper words, so you won’t think of what that person will think about you, it would be much easier if you won’t exist. It feels so overwhelming. You are on the verge of tearing up.

Suddenly you felt a pair of arms on your shoulders and a distant voice reached your ears. “Baby..are you okay?” you didn’t hear when your boyfriend, Jeonghan, came into the room. “Ugh, what?” you aren’t sure that you heard him the first time, so you ask him to repeat his question, actually you aren’t sure if you will be able to bring yourself to understand anything right now. “I asked if you were okay, seems like you were not.” his worried gaze wandered over your face. “Yeah, you’re right I’m not” You sighed for a millionth time when Jeonghan took your hand in his gently. “What happened? Did something come up at work?” You looked into his eyes and the tears you were holding for so long threatened to fall any second now, you told him the situation you are in and that you are too much of a scaredy cat to ask if you can turn down this task, once you finished a stray tear fell from your eyes. “Oh, honey..” Jeonghan’s sweet voice somehow makes you feel calmer, “I know that this is hard for you, but you shouldn’t be scared, I’m sure they will understand and won’t pressure you to do it. If you can’t do this then just say it, it would be much better than you messing it up, and will be nervous about it even more. Just tell them, okay?” he told you with his eyes fixed on yours, it feels like his calmness reached you through his words and the look that he gives you. Jeonghan has always been the only person that could make everything, that you think is hard, feel like it is the easiest thing in the world. Whenever you are overthinking and nervous about something he’s right here to calm you down and offer you a solution. “Thank you, Hannie, I will.” you sniffed and let a small smile appear on your face. “That’s it, sweetheart, I’m sure it will be fine.” he smiled back and took your figure in the most comforting embrace, you closed your eyes and that’s when you felt easier inside.

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[pokemenlovingmen]

Hello! I just read the thing I requested and I LOVE IT!!! While reading, I was thinking about how tall S/O compared to Ingo would be. I live for tall s/o fr and dw! I love it when the story is long, it just gets me motivated to read more! so while I still have the chance, can I request tall, extremely calm, and works at the subway masc s/o with Ingo and Emmet? (it can be poly, Not blank shipping ofc) - 🚆Anon

man y’all REALLY want to have a

relationship huh?

I mean… me too though.

I love it, let’s do it!! I just think these pokeguys have had plenty of time to tower over people… if no one is cooking up big spoon reader content, then I’ll do it myself!

Thank you very much for your request, I love the train men haha. And I’m also very glad you enjoyed my previous piece I made for you!! You’re so kind. I’m still very much feeling my way around, trying to figure out what I want from this blog, and y’all have been so sweet. It’s why I feel bad not writing as frequently as I could! I love you guys, my fellow gay yearners out there, y’all are my brothers lmao. I hope you enjoy this one as much as you did the last! (And maybe one day I’ll figure out not just how long I want my actual posts to be, but these intros as well. Too much free space for me to ramble in lmfaooo.) Since you said S/O, I’m going to write this as an established relationship! Also the submas are written as autistic because I’m autistic and I make the rules. Thouuuugh this did end up a little too focused on the twins’ autism coded behavior and I apologize for that. I got a little too into it. But at the same time you can pry autistic submas out of my cold, dead autistic hands I refuse to write them as anything but

The Pillar of Calm — Ingo and Emmet (separately!) with tall, calm depot agent S/O

Emmet

⚪️ — Well, no matter what, the most important thing you need to know about him is he loves you verrrrry much!

⚪️ — You two met when you transferred to work at Gear Station after your first long-running job at the Magnet Train station in Johto. Definitely a bit of a culture shock, considering battles are a BIG no-no on those trains, but you figured things out pretty quick. One of the most important parts of adjusting to your new job was, of course, meeting the subway masters to get the proper rundown on how things worked around here, and that’s where it started.

⚪️ — Emmet is a ball of hard-to-contain energy that he constantly needs to express via stimming or just moving around, and even if words aren’t his strong suit, he has a woeful amount of things he wants to say. You being the strong silent type who can somehow keep a level head in any situation and seldom expresses anything, it seems like your personalities would clash horrifically. But when breaks were called around Gear Station, you were one of the first faces Emmet saw as he hopped off the Super Double Line, and you being your grounded self was honestly reassuring to be greeted with after all the stimulation the constant battling is. The more you hung out, the more it became apparent Emmet could just find some calm and steady his tremendous energy with you there to ground him. It ended up becoming a bit of a behind-your-back joke around Gear Station as other depot agents took bets on when one of you would finally stop dragging your feet and ask about being more than friends.

⚪️ — But that was a long time ago. This is the now!

⚪️ — In the same fashion that brought you two together in the first place, you’re one of the first depot agents Emmet sees when he hops off the train for breaks or for closing, and he’ll come bouncing up to you when he sees you. Right away you lock arms—Emmet loves all the excitement of his job, without a doubt, but sometimes he can just overload without even realizing it’s happening. But you’re so stable and your arms are so strong, kind of locking himself to you brings him back down to earth from all the battling adrenaline.

⚪️ — It’s funny watching you two walk hand-in-hand, or with locked arms. You have a very stiff and simple stride and as calm as you are, there are no points of tension or parts of your body that just need to move sometimes. Meanwhile Emmet takes those big, toy soldier-like steps with perfectly straight legs and swings his arms so much, so walking together you’re perfectly still save for whatever arm he’s swinging around with his motions. You’re never bothered, though. It’s all very cute and you don’t mind your arm getting a little sore from Emmet just being Emmet. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

⚪️ — It’s okay that he’s not great with his words or that he can’t script when apart from Ingo if he’s around you. He can talk as much as he wants with no expectations of making sense or proper sentence structure or correct tone. You’re so laid back, you don’t mind any of it. You feel pretty special for being one of the only people on earth who can make Emmet comfortable enough to stray from his usual script and just talk and talk.

⚪️ — Carry him!! If you’re strong enough, that is. When you two get home from a long day of work, you’ll often find your arms full of giggling Emmet. He actually really likes to be held, and not many people are as significantly taller than him as necessary to do that. (Part of the reason why he’s attracted to guys, to be honest. Hold him with those big strong arms!)

⚪️ — Did I mention your calmness is really grounding? Because it is. He knows there’s no judgement with you and you aren’t a struggle to read when you take so much in stride. It’s so rare and strange to say, but Emmet feels like he can make mistakes around you. And have those mistakes not be a bad thing, I mean. He’s always heard of mistakes being learning tools, but they’ve always felt so punishing to him, he never knew why anyone would want to learn through messing up. At least, not until he met you and he realized he could flub his words and commit any social faux pas when he interacts with you, because he knows you won’t judge. You’re safe. When he’s with you, the world isn’t so harsh and judgmental, it doesn’t pick him apart so severely for being “weird” and “different”. It’s so liberating, to feel so safe in making mistakes and knowing you’ll still love him at the end of the day.

⚪️ — And for your part, you struggle feeling strong feelings, especially excitement. So when good things happen, Emmet feels the excitement for the both of you, and his energy definitely seeps over to you! With him around, feelings don’t blend together and fade into each other so easily. He never expects you to change, he loves your calmness, and it only brings him even more delight when you do get excited about something, because that something really must be amazing, then!! It’s just so comforting to have Emmet there and watch him emote for the both of you.

⚪️ — Beyond the actual therapeutic, helpful little things about this behavior, it’s also just adorable. You make that well known, because Emmet likes that you think he’s adorable. Him? Really? Even if his smile is creepy and never goes away, or he’s always tense and shaking around, or his eyes seem too blank or glassy, you think he’s cute? He’s rather insecure about his appearance, actually—he’s been called creepy and weird many times before, mostly regarding his smile and his erratic movements, so hearing you like all that about him is just so, so validating!

⚪️ — You better be a good big spoon because Emmet loves snuggling up to you and being in your arms. If you’re having a bad day, though, your height difference won’t stop him from holding you! He’s lived with Ingo his whole life after all, he’s gotten pretty good at reading fairly minimal indicators of mood since he’s used to going off so little so he always knows how you’re feeling.

⚪️ — Expect a lot of quick shows of physical affection. He’ll crush you in a side-hug for exactly two seconds before running off, he’ll bounce onto his toes to kiss you on the cheek, he’ll nuzzle his head into your shoulder before it‘s about time to get off the couch and head for work, he just likes physical affection and squeezes in it whenever possible. He’s just always very busy, and that applies to just his thought process and usual way of conducting himself, too, but you never complain about his style of affection.

⚪️ — Of course you swap train stories and facts! He’s very fascinated hearing about the Magnet Train, Unova really hasn’t got around to utilizing high-speed railways yet. And if you have any questions about the Battle Subway, he’s happy to answer!

⚪️ — Emmet’s a professional, of course, so he’s not going to be all over you at work, but he doesn’t hide your relationship either. If you’re working his line and he gets off the train in time to spot you, he’ll run over and give you a quick peck before heading off to wherever he’s headed.

⚪️ — Since words aren’t his forte, he uses all these quick shows of affection as his “I love you”s. So Emmet has likely seldom or even never said a verbal “I love you” to you, but that’s okay, because you know that’s what every one of his kisses and hugs mean.

⚪️ — If he’s ever getting overstimulated or just plain riled, you give his hand a comforting squeeze that makes everything slow down a bit.

⚪️ — Ingo loves you, by the way (in a platonic sense). He’s delighted to see someone make his brother so happy, and to see Emmet has found someone he doesn’t have to mask with that’s not just him or Elesa. He would do the classic family move and warn you that you better treat Emmet right, but Ingo doesn’t find that warning necessary. He’s seen you working even before you and Emmet got together and knows you’re not at all fickle about your commitments. He’s not worried.

⚪️ — At the end of a long work day, you can expect to find you and Emmet tangled up in each other’s lanky arms and legs, surrounded by all your Pokemon both on and off the bed. And there Emmet will talk and talk, and probably make no sense while he does it, but that’s alright and he’s just happy to spill his thoughts without worrying about how he structures them. He’ll often go until he’s yawning, at which point you shush your beloved conductor and encourage him to maybe go to sleep.

⚪️ — Before burying his face into your chest or stomach, he’ll mumble out a sleepy “well, next stop: dreamland… aaaall aboooard…!” just because he knows it makes you laugh. You’re so stoic, but he absolutely can make you laugh with ease.

⚪️ — He loves that laugh of yours, because hearing it reminds him how free and happy you two are to express yourselves in the safety of one another’s company.

⚪️ — And when you both wake up in the morning and start getting ready for work all over again, Emmet always manages to find some words with so much less effort than it usually takes him as he barges into the bathroom to help you straighten your tie.

“I am Emmet. And you look verrrrry handsome today.”

Ingo

⚫️ — Everything is Emmet’s fault here. I mean… look, he knows that despite what people think, his brother can feel joy and actually feels it quite often, but it can be hard for Ingo to keep up with how upbeat Emmet is and his brother recognizes that as loud as Ingo can get, Ingo is really more built for the quiet and the calm.

⚫️ — (Most of the time. He definitely has his moments, but unlike Emmet he doesn’t have that surplus of energy to always be shaking out. Ingo is just a bit naturally more reserved. He is certainly more verbose than Emmet, but is actually less of a fan of being social than him.)

⚫️ — So knowing he was the personality Ingo spent the most time around, Emmet really got to thinking his brother needed someone who matched his energy levels better. In general, he thinks Ingo needs someone! It makes him verrrry sad, but he knows challengers approach him much more often than Ingo solely because his outward demeanor is more approachable to people. And by god, Emmet is determined to get more people as loud and proud members of the Ingo fan club.

⚫️ — Unceremoniously shoving his poor brother into you, a complete stranger who Emmet deemed to match Ingo’s “vibes”—at their workplace no less!—was probably not the ideal way to go about it, but you guys are dating now so it really is Emmet’s last laugh this time.

⚫️ — Ingo is very quiet and slow with his affection—at least, when he wants to be. There’s a time for words, definitely, but he honestly spins his wheels endlessly when he does talk and considering he has to take charge in that department for both his and Emmet’s sake, he likes being able to wind down with you.

⚫️ — (Definitely not me gay yearning looking up all different types of cuddles but) He likes to sleep in the sweetheart’s cradle position with you. Being nestled in your arms is very comforting for him, and when he can’t sleep, being so close let’s himself get lost in… well, you. He’ll trace his fingers across your skin, just focusing on the texture, listen to your heartbeat as he lays his head on your chest, or bury his head in your side and try and figure out what that body wash you used is supposed to smell like. He can be a restless sleeper, as his mind’s always buzzing every which way, but he always drifts back off eventually when he’s with you.

⚫️ — He does get a little embarrassed about how clingy he can get and how much he wants to be held, though, but you’re just there to love him even if he gets a little flustered about it.

⚫️ — Not huge on PDA because of his self conscious-ness, and NONE at all if you’re at work. This is a professional environment, after all! Of course, you’re so calm and laid back, that’s not an issue for you. Hey, whatever he wants.

⚫️ — Ingo loves his brother, he loves him more than life itself, but despite being identical twins they don’t see eye-to-eye on everything—Emmet’s excitability and energy being something Ingo doesn’t really have. He can get into those moods and does like excitement from time to time, but as much as he adores his job, the constant excitement can be a little much and he can rely on you for some quiet and calm in his life. He doesn’t need to maximize his energy and put on a show to be enough for you.

⚫️ — You’re so quiet, sometimes he worries his lack of volume control upsets you. He’s always so loud, and you’re… not. But you’re okay with him that way, you tell him you understand that’s a hard thing for him to control and the boisterous voice is something you love, anyway. It’s so uniquely him, just something you can hear and smile to yourself about as you think “yep, that’s Ingo”.

⚫️ — Also a bit nervous about publicly being in a relationship, but hey, you’re willing to take it at whatever pace he’s most comfortable with!

⚫️ — You use your height to your advantage, doing stuff that flusters him often—because you know for all his huffing about it, he loves the attention. You swipe his hat sometimes at home and tousle his hair, only to plop it back down all the way over his eyes. You put your arms around his waist when he’s not looking and lift him up, just a little bit—that move is especially useful when Ingo is overworking himself, because he’s literally powerless in that situation and will just hang there, defeated while you carry him somewhere else like you’re a child with an oversized teddy bear.

⚫️ — You and Emmet are some of the only people who can get a real smile out of him. He absolutely still enjoys himself and feels a good amount of joy daily, he just seldom smiles to express it. But you and Emmet are both capable of pushing him into such a good mood, the corners of his mouth twitch up a little bit into his unique half-smile. (Ingo is very self conscious about how unnatural it looks, but you think he’s adorable and it kills him a little every time when you compliment his smile in spite of him growing up hating it. So with how good of a mood he already has to be in in order to get that tiny smile in the first place, that mood only soars higher once you start complimenting said smile. Very pleasant situation he can get himself stuck in.)

⚫️ — Will happily invite you to join him for safety checks on his lines, and even though he’s very much a “no romantic interactions at work” kind of guy, he’s guaranteed to happily infodump about the trains if it’s just the two of you. He’s thankful you’re such a good listener.

⚫️ — One of his favorite shows of affection to you is kissing the back of your hand, especially to say goodbye whenever you need to part ways—and no, he definitely doesn’t go after your hand because he can’t reach your face.

⚫️ — I feel like both he and Emmet need regular reminders to take care of themselves, but Ingo is definitely the more stubborn one in that department, at least when it comes to the business/paperwork side of running the Battle Subway. Emmet throws every ounce of his energy into the battles he loves so much and is so tired by the end of the day, Ingo doesn’t want to make him do it! But in convincing him to step away from work, he’ll at least begrudgingly listen to you.

⚫️ — The only time Ingo’s voice is at its true quietest is at night, when you two are laying next to each other in bed. Your fingers running through his hair, his hand laced with yours, you’re used to him half-consciously mumbling about his feelings when he’s close to falling to sleep, because Ingo’s a sentimental dork and the sleepier he gets, the harder it is for him to hold back rambling like an idiot. He can’t help it! He compensates for his lack of physical emoting by always outright stating what he’s feeling and thinking—at least, most of the time—and though he’s never dishonest about how strong his feelings for you are, a tired Ingo is the sappiest Ingo.

“Mmh… I love you… so much…”

“I love you too, Ingo.”

���I’m so… lucky to have a man like you in my life…”

“You’re sweet.”

“I just love you so much…! With all of my heart…”

“I do too, Ingo. But you should go to sleep now, really.”

[wisteria-blooms]

Hii!! I recently left you a comment on AO3, but I figured I'd move over here to contact you again. I just wanted to tell you that I haven't stopped thinking about your Bill fic basically all day 😅 I've really come to appreciate it more and more as I've been mulling it over. It really feels like you had all your bases covered and everything came together in a satisfying way.

I just wanted to ask you about your process for writing it. Did you map out the plot before you started writing, or did you go chapter by chapter? Also I'm just generally interested in how you came up with some of the details if you're happy to share here or dms i dont mind? (I'm SO sorry I'm fangirling a bit here 😅 It's just your perspective on old tropes is so refreshing i feel like this is what it was like in the old days of the fandom 🤩🤩🤩)

Cue that TikTok sound: "Oh my goodness, I love this question."

Okay, so I'm happy to discuss any detail so feel free to interrogate but some of them I came up on the fly and won't be able to remember why. The idea/trope was inspired by the song 18 - Anarbor. I really took these lyrics to heart lol:

So if you wanna piss off your parents Date me to scare them Show them you're all grown up If long hair and tattoos are what attract you Baby then you're in luck

At the time, I only wrote for Fred or George, but it just wouldn't make sense y'know. Bill was older, cooler, and would be so much worse (in a good way) for the plot. I'd never written a Malfoy reader before, but the Malfoys were exceptional placeholders for the snobby, uppity family. And canonically, there's bad blood between the two families, so it was perfect.

So, going in, I only anticipated this to be a 10k one shot. That's why the first two/three chapters are so short. And then the last chapter is 8k words lol. I was trying to steer away from super long and flowery paragraphs and go for sweet and succinct but it didn't work haha.

When I started, I'd only written chapter 1, 2, and tidbits of that your-room-is-flooded scene in Nice. I knew that family dynamic was always going to be a thing, so it would have to be resolved eventually. I wanted Lucius to be the hard-hitter and cause the drama, whereas Narcissa was softer, eventually accepting the situation ("BY THE WAY, ARE YOU ON BIRTH CONTROL?"). As for Draco, I know all siblings have their rough patches, so I wanted to show that he's always had a soft spot for Y/N.

I remember just writing Chapter 4 and 5 on the fly. Like, Chapter 5 (the dinner scene) was my favourite to write/re-read. I still can't believe I wrote it because I'm not great with action, dialogue, and humour. And knowing Lucius wouldn't go down without a fight, I must've... created the move-in with Fred and George, and have Bill pull away at the same time. I think this falls in love with a typical plot, like conflict #1, resolution, conflict #2, etc... (throwback to middle school English class).

The Madame Millicent book really served no purpose initially. Then, I was like, let's have Bill find it to show that Y/N can be pervy too LMAO.

Y/N's extended family was also created near the end. I think thinking of characters as caricatures really helped me. Uncle Theo was Lucius on steroids, Genevieve and Claude as Y/N and Draco on steroids, Charlotte and Clara as wispy blonde maniac pixie dream girls, etc. It also helped show that Y/N and Draco really loved and supported each other when contrasted with other family members who actually didn't care much for them.

I'm the worst with finishing a series, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to give this a proper ending, but people leaving sweet comments, reblogging, asking to be added to the tag list really gave me that push to write a conclusion.

But yeah, if there's anything you'd like to know, please ask!! I'm so happy you enjoyed it so much and because of people like you, I end up wanting to write more hahahaha. 💓

[safyresky]

Crystal Springs Chapter 21: Jacqueline's Cat

aka, Two Weeks Later, is up and at em, right here! Give it a read, give it a review, have a blast and a half!

For those who've recently joined the tag, hi! Allow me to introduce to you my The Santa Clause 3-specific fic, Crystal Springs! If you're in the mood for some funky gen fic, featuring our beloved icy blorbo Jack Frost and a redemption arc of sorts, with a cast of absolutely unhinged OCs, I'd highly recommend giving Crystal Springs a chance! Here's a summary for you all to eat up:

"It's been nearly a year since Jack's thaw and things...could be better, admittedly. It seems, that as the year has gone on and he's improved his relationship with Santa and the whole of Elfsburg, his powers have taken a hit. December's just around the corner, and his powers are just short of being gone.

This wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that Jack's powers are the only reason that Elfsburg, the Workshop, and the North Pole are able to exist safely, tucked away under the Dome. With his powers gone, the winter magic that keeps the Dome sturdy and dishing out proper quantities of Christmas magic, is running hot and out of control. It's melting, and the North Pole is getting warm.

Unable to hide his power loss any longer, an intervention is held by the Council and Jack admits that he lacks the Frost. But thankfully, there is a solution: enacting the Legate Law, summoning the sprite next-in-line for the title of Jack Frost.

There's just one problem: Jack's Legate is his younger sister, Jacqueline, who he has not seen or talked to since he nearly killed her dead almost fourteen hundred years ago. Out of options, with no other possible solution in their sights, they do it, bringing Jack and the sister he hurt so many years ago back together once more, in the hopes that together, they can get Jack's powers back and stop the Deliquesce.

Unfortunately, the Frosts have never been very lucky. Soon after her arrival, Jacqueline starts experiencing some unexpected blackouts, with unintended consequences. With Jack's powers hanging in the balance, and Jacqueline on the fritz, the pair decide to head back home to Crystal Springs, bringing Jack face to face with the rest of his family...and an ancient threat waiting for their moment to strike, their carefully laid plans finally coming full circle. Seems like saving Christmas may be a little bit...complicated this year.

This fic is my baby. Originally posted in 2012/13, it was finished in 2014/15, rewritten in 2017, and then again starting in 2020. We're still working through the 2020 version NOW, hence why you see these random updates in the tags, but not on ff.net. (CS is not posted to ao3 as of yet, but I'll get to it one of these days! )

Piqued your interest? SCHWEET! Have some links.

PROLOGUE (skipable tbh, will be better once Frostmas is finished) CHAPTER 1 (good starting point, would recommend)

Not vibing it? Cool cool cool, go ahead and click that J key and head on down your dash to something you do vibe!

All caught up on CS 202X? Then onto the main event!

What's 🆕 In Chapter 21?

AXED the ENTIRE lost journals/here's what we learnt at the Dream Spire bit with the cold front, given that I took those events and spread them about the previous two chapters, Chapter 19: The Man with a Plan, and Chapter 20: Freedom, both of which were updated December 4th! (icymi) :)

Probably should've updated this one along with the other two, but I neglected to read ahead/totally forgot about the cold front preamble while Fino is fighting for his life under the bed lol, so here we are! Hopefully it didn't uh. Cause confusion for readers not on tumblr lmao

PREAMBLE ASIDE, WHAT'S GOING ON THIS CHAPTER?

🆕 Sibling fluff!

🆕 Blinter fluff!

🆕 CS lore!

🆕 Fiera's doing hot girl soot! (literally)

BETTER focus on the fam helping the cold front figure shit out re: blackouts and power shortages!

NEW Scott/Carol banter because Carol deserves to get a few digs at Scott!

WORD COUNT F A C T S: 2014 -> 4,440k 2017 -> 7,866k 2022-> 15,431k :O

I think last week's angst really spurred me on to finish this chapter. Please accept my humble offering of the main timeline where all the frosts are alive and thawed and nobody is dead, I swear. And as usual, if you find yourself enjoying it, do drop me a line! Send a review my way! Throw a reblog out there! I like to hear what people think! I will talk about these blorbos for DAYS.

[headfullofpresley]

Love Bites

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader x Damon Salvatore

Word count: 7,8K

Summary: You hated moving from the big city to the small picturesque town that is Mystic Falls, until two gorgeous men volunteer to make you feel right at home.

Warning(s): vampire!Elvis, Elvis is not famous, inaccurate timelines in both Elvis’ and Damon’s life, reader is naive and a lil lonely, strong language, alcohol consumption, mutual feeding, SMUT; threesome, handjob and oral (both m. and f. receiving), blood sharing, Elvis spits in Damon’s mouth once (im dead), double vaginal penetration.

Author’s note: i couldn’t think of a proper summary lmao BUT this is basically just filthy asf and i needed to get it out of my system. someone stop me from turning this into a series, BYE. the ending is shit btw, so just ignore that. love y’all, enjoy this strange combination that i know some of you needed hehehe ;)

For the visuals; I pictured Damon looking like this and this while writing it and Elvis like this and this, bc... hell yessss.

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Mystic Falls, Virginia ─  October, 1957.

Compared to Manhattan, Mystic Falls was the most boring place you had ever set foot in. It was a typical small picturesque town where everyone knew each other and would smile and make small talk any chance they got, only for them to gossip behind each others’ back. It was slow paced with barely anything going on, not even tourists would come and visit to spice up the place a little and you’d rather be anywhere else. Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t possible. You were only eighteen years old and still lived with your parents. Parents who were working non stop and barely had time for you which you already despised them for, so when they ripped you away from your familiar surroundings, your hatred toward your mother and father only grew. You missed New York and everything about the big city but for now, you had no other option than to accept your faith and try to fall into the role of a small town girl.

Although boring, you had to admit that Mystic Falls did look beautiful during autumn. You had only been here for a week so you didn’t really know yet what it looked like in the other seasons but you decided autumn would be your favorite while you were here─orange and red leaves trickled down the trees to the pavements as you walked through the small town, looking through the windows of some shops and restaurants that were located around the town’s square, the one church in town standing tall and proud in between the shops. While you missed the busy streets of New York and cars zooming by you at any second of the day, you did like how the air seemed to be more clean here and people seemed to actually pay attention to each other rather than walking with their heads down to get from A to B. The place was still boring to you, but it was peaceful and while you were still a city girl at heart, you figured that for the time being, you could get used to living here. As soon as you found a job and start earning your own money, you’d be right back on your way to New York.

You spend some time in the town’s square but after a little while you got bored people watching and the air was getting chilly, making you wrap your coat around you firmly as you made your way across the street and into the only diner there was. The smell of greasy french fries and coffee filled up your nostrils and it was at that moment, you heard your stomach grumbling, realising you hadn’t eaten anything since the morning. Slipping into a booth by the window, you took off your coat and grabbed the menu from the table, scanning through it. You hadn’t noticed the duo at the bar looking right at you as if you were a dish on the menu.

‘‘Fresh meat,’’ Damon grinned as he slapped Elvis’ arm, nodding into your direction. Elvis popped a french fry in his mouth as he looked over his shoulder, dropping the bitten off fry back onto his plate as a smirk appeared on his face. They didn’t get a lot of new people coming into town, for obvious reasons that you and your family were completely oblivious to, and the two men rarely fed on locals. They’d often go out of town for a proper meal other than blood bags and while you looked and smelled divine, both men were genuinely intrigued in you and the way you carried yourself. Most girls in town were taken back and shy, good Christian girls that would go to church every Sunday with their parents, scared they’d betray God if they would show a little too much skin. You on the other hand seemed like you were carved by the Devil himself and for the two predatory creatures they were, that was definitely a compliment.

The two men with both equally ocean blue eyes were drinking in every detail of you─the way your ankles were crossed so elegantly underneath the table, how your make-up was applied flawlessly, your hair styled to perfection as if you were going to the most glamorous party instead of eating lunch at a simple diner. You seemed young, but old enough for them to taint you with just the right amount of darkness.

‘‘We’re sharin’ this one, D,’’ Elvis told his friend as he picked up his bottle of coke, taking a big sip from it before he slid himself off of the barstool. Damon immediately followed his actions, straightening up his leather jacket. He honestly had no idea what Elvis’ plan was here, but he followed him over to your table nonetheless. Damon trusted Elvis with his life and vice versa─while not blood related, the two were like brothers, together pretty much every second of the day. They both embraced the creature they had become a few hundred years ago and were very similar yet very different when it came to their personalities─the perfect mix for their friendship.

When you looked up from your menu and saw two men coming your way instead of a waiter, you felt nerves creeping into your bones. You were mouthy and able to defend yourself whenever you needed to, and even though the people in this town seemed nice, assholes were everywhere. And these two raven haired blue eyed men sporting those leather jackets very much seemed like the asshole types. They wordlessly slipped into your booth and you raised an eyebrow as they sat across from you now, smiles on their faces as if you were supposed to know what the hell was happening right now.

‘‘Can I help you?’’ You asked, making sure to keep your voice under control and not let them know you were starting to get a bit more nervous and suspicious. Unfortunately for you, they already did and the one on the outside of the booth wasn’t shy to expose the state you were in.

‘‘You don’t have to be nervous, sweet cheeks. We’re just saying hi,’’ he grinned, folding his arms on the table as he leaned forward a little, tilting his head as his eyes traveled over your face, taking in every detail. You inhaled a shaky breath, straightening your shoulders as you got ready to put up your big girl act instead of just sitting there like a nervous, maybe even scared, little chicken.

‘‘Well, you said it, so you can leave again,’’ you told him, flashing him a sarcastic smile as you waved over a waiter.

‘‘Don’t mind my friend,’’ the guy sitting by the window said, giving his friend a glare before he turned back to you and smiled sweetly. You already figured out their little game and you wouldn’t buy into the whole ‘bad guy, good guy’ thing. They were probably both bad guys, only looking for one thing. And in the middle of a diner─now that really is bold.

‘‘I’m Elvis, he’s Damon,’’ the guy by the window said again, nodding his head to the other guy who waved at you with his fingertips, arrogant smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and looked at the waiter who arrived at the table, ordering some food and a coffee. The two men shamelessly ordered drinks for themselves and you leaned back, crossing your arms. It didn’t seem like they were planning on leaving you alone and with you being as stubborn as ever, you were not going to move tables just for them.

‘‘What’s your name? We’ve never seen you around before. New to town?’’ Elvis continued and you squinted your eyes at him a little, tapping your fingertips against your arm. Naturally, you didn’t trust them one single bit, but you were lonely. You had been here for a week and you had not made one single friend yet and all your friends back home seemed to be too busy to pick up the phone. You wouldn’t judge anyone for their religion, but the girls you saw walking around with bibles under their arms and unfitted gowns reaching to the floor weren’t really your cup of tea.

‘‘It’s Y/N,’’ you said, giving in to your urges for human contact. ‘‘And yes, I’m new to town. I moved here a week ago with my parents,’’ you told them, the muscles in your body relaxing a little again as Elvis leaned back, resting his arm on the back of the booth behind Damon. ‘‘How old are you, Y/N?’’ Damon asked, not caring if it sounded inappropriate or not. You raised both your eyebrows and couldn’t help but laugh softly, unfolding your arms to lean them on the edge of the table, looking at him.

‘‘Are you always this direct?’’

‘‘Ofcourse. How else are we going to get to know you?’’ He grinned at you, quirking his eyebrow playfully and you looked at Elvis, who was wearing the same grin on his face. You sighed deeply, shaking your head a little. ‘‘I’m eighteen, turning nineteen next month,’’ you told them honestly. You didn’t miss the way they exchanged a look and you had no idea what it meant, but you didn’t even have time to comment on it. The waiter swung back by your table with your order and you quickly thanked him, looking back at the two men in front of you. ‘‘What about you guys?’’

Elvis sat up a little, taking a sip of his drink as he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip─which you hated yourself for looking at and finding hot. Assholes? Yes. Gorgeous assholes? Hell. Yes.

‘‘We go to Whitmore college in McKinley, just outside of town,’’ he said mysteriously, not giving you a straight answer, which annoyed you but you did your best not to let it show. If they wanted to be all mysterious, then so be it. They probably sat down at your table to feed their ego’s because they knew they looked good and wanted some validation, but you were positive that you would not see them after today anymore. Deep down inside, you hoped you would though and you mentally cursed yourself for that thought.

‘‘Alright,’’ you hummed, taking a small sip of your coffee. ‘‘And is Whitmore or McKinley better than this dull place? There’s absolutely nothing to do here,’’ you chuckled, looking at them curiously. ‘‘I’m from New York so this town pretty much feels like a shoe box to me,’’ Damon laughed at that, wrapping his hand around his coke bottle as he looked at you. Your eyes fell on the big chunky ring he wore on his left middle finger. The blue lapis lazuli gemstone stuck out the most, along with a ‘D’ engraved into it. Although out there, it was beautiful but you thought it was rather something older men would wear and not a college student. As he spoke again, you looked back into his eyes and plastered a smile on your face.

‘‘This town might be more interesting that you’d think. Has a lot of history,’’ he grinned, bringing the bottle to his lips to take a sip of the fizzy dark liquid. You stared at him for a few seconds─or more so at how his tongue poked out at the corner of his mouth after he lowered the bottle, that grin never fading off of his face. Honestly, it was almost unbelievable how such a small town could have two of such gorgeous men in it.

‘‘To answer your question, doll, yes. Whitmore is more fun,’’ Elvis grinned and you raised your eyebrow at the pet name. You’d usually not let men talk to you like this unless you were close to them, but in this moment, you did not feel the need to have a go at him and give him a piece of your mind about how you were nobody’s ‘doll’ or ‘sweet cheeks’.

These two men had some kind of effect on you, even though you weren’t going to admit that out loud, and you couldn’t fight it even if you tried.

‘‘Some of our… friends..’’ Elvis continued, giving Damon a quick side eye that went completely over your head. ‘‘are throwin’ a Halloween party tomorrow night. You’re welcome to join us,’’ he smiled and Damon nodded his head, leaning back in his seat as he tilted his head at you. You put your mug down and laughed softly, leaning your chin on your knuckles. ‘‘Well, I’d love to but I’m not a student,’’

‘‘Don’t worry about that, sweet cheeks. Pick you up at 8? At the square,’’ Damon said, nodding his head out to the window. You looked at the town’s square for a second, thinking their invitation over in your mind. It was still a week before Halloween, but dressing up and going to a party did sound like a good time and you were honestly craving for some fun. It wasn’t like your parents cared where you were or with who you were spending time with. You didn’t have any friends that you could plan a fun Halloween with either, so as you looked back the two men and saw the excited twinkle in their eyes, you had agreed almost immediately. If they really turned out to be not just assholes but creeps as well, you could just call a taxi to bring you back to Mystic Falls and sleep away the embarrassment of putting your trust in two strangers so quickly.

Due to the lack of time to get an actual costume, you had decided on a tight fitted black pencil dress in a v shape that left your shoulders bare and showed just the right amount of cleavage. The dress accentuated your curves perfectly and you added a pair of red pumps to at least add some color to the look. You spend a little more time on your hair and make up than usual─your eyeshadow a little darker than how you’d wear it during the day as well as your red lips, which were a shade darker too. You added a pearl necklace before you sprayed some perfume on your skin, throwing some stuff in your clutch before you wrapped a faux fur shawl around you. You were probably too dressed up for a college party, but seeing it was Halloween, you didn’t care and you doubted anyone else would.

The walk to the town’s square was short and Damon was already there, leaning against his black Cadillac Coupe de Ville. For a second, you were doubting your decision to come to the party─what kind of college student drives a car like that? Something didn’t add up, but the feeling was gone as soon as he looked you up and down, a smirk tugging at his lips.

‘‘You look stunning, sweet cheeks,’’ he complimented, greeting you with a hug and a kiss on your cheek. You blushed a little, grateful that he probably couldn’t see it in the dark. You laughed softly and thanked him, getting in the car when he opened the door for you. You looked around a little bit, ignoring the wave of nervousness washing over you but as he got behind the steering wheel, the feeling was gone. Just like that.

‘‘What are you supposed to be?’’ You asked teasingly as you looked at him, tugging at the leather jacket he wore yesterday as well. He wore a simple white tee underneath it, black fitted pants. Just like you, not very Halloween-y. ‘‘Myself, obviously,’’ he grinned at you as he shot you a wink, starting the roaring engine of the car. Your heart did a sommersault at the way he winked and you bit your lip, giggling softly. ‘‘I’m glad I’m not the only one who didn’t dress up,’’ you laughed softly, looking out of the window as you got further and further away from Mystic Falls.

‘‘Yeah, I was at least expecting a sexy witch outfit, maybe even a nun?’’ He commented playfully and you looked at him, snorting a little as you threw your shawl back around your shoulder, hitting the side of his face with it in a playfuly manner, making him laugh. ‘‘Obviously I’m a vampire. Just pretend the red lipstick is blood,’’ you told him, pointing at your lips as you wiggled your eyebrows playfully. He looked at you and due to the unlit road you were currently on, you didn’t see the way his eyes darkened as his teeth sunk into his lower lip, the corners of his mouth rising into a smile. ‘‘Alright, little Dracula,’’ he laughed softly, looking back at the road, his hands gripping onto the wheel a little tighter as he stepped on the gas pedal.

The drive with Damon was comfortable, not as tense as you first had expected it to be, and you arrived at McKinley in about thirty minutes. The party was held in a more residential area rather than at Whitmore itself and you gaped at the huge sorority house Damon parked his car in front of, people walking in and out of the place, obviously not caring about their neighbors or whatsoever. You got out of the vehicle as Damon opened the door for you and smiled at him, hooking your arm through his when he held it out for you. ‘‘E is inside,’’ he chuckled when he noticed you looking around for his friend and you just nodded and smiled, following him up to the open front door. Elvis appeared in the door opening before you could even enter, a boy dressed in a very cheap looking pumpkin costume next to him.

‘‘Invite ‘em in,’’ Elvis told him, landing a firm hand on his back and you looked at the pumpkin dressed kid as he invited you both in, though his eyes were only on Damon. He looked scared for whatever reason and honestly, that should’ve been a huge warning to you, especially with how fast he walked away from all of you when you and Damon stepped inside. But you ignored it, so desperately wanting Elvis and Damon to be good guys, wanting to become friends with them. You had no idea you were in way over your head.

Elvis smiled brightly at you as he held out his arm for you the same way Damon did and you had already forgotten about the weird situation, hooking your arm through his as well. He pressed a kiss on your cheek and grinned at both you and his friend on your other side. ‘‘Now let’s get some drinks, shall we? Y’all made me wait long enough,’’ he suggested, though did not wait for an answer as both men were already guiding you further into the house and through the crowd of dressed up and already drunk people, and into the kitchen. You let go of their arms and smiled excitedly as Elvis handed you a drink─nobody even questioned that you were here even though you weren’t a student at Whitmore, and luckily the two men didn’t care about the fact that legally you weren’t allowed to drink yet.

‘‘So, me and Damon are dressed up as ourselves and... what are you?’’ you grinned at Elvis as you leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping your drink as you looked him up and down. He wore black fitted pants similar to Damon, a red wool sweater with the collar popped up and ofcourse that signature leather jacket. The only thing that would indicate he was at a Halloween party was the gold mask he wore over his eyes, making his blue eyes pop even more than they did yesterday. His dark locks were perfectly slicked back, while Damon’s similar dark locks were a bit more messy, fringe cutely tickling his eyebrows.

Elvis handed a beer to Damon and laughed, taking up the spot next to you as he leaned against the counter as well. ‘‘I can be whatever you want me to be, doll,’’ he grinned as he looked down at you due to the height difference, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his eyes traveled down to your lips. You felt your heart leap pathetically in your chest, squeezing your thighs together a little as butterflies did not only flutter in your stomach but further down as well. The way he was looking at you from behind that mask�� it got you feeling all type of ways. And when Damon took a step closer to you and took your shawl off, his fingertips ghosting down your side, you almost felt like someone took away your oxygen.

‘‘Tonight is all about you, Y/N,’’ he grinned, looking at Elvis for a second, who nodded and took a small sip of his beer, his hand hovering behind your back. ‘‘It’s your first college party, sweet cheeks. Let’s not waste time in the kitchen,’’ Damon then said and while his previous comment had you nearly squirming in their presence, you sucked in some air and nodded, downing your drink before you put the empty glass down. The two men exchanged a smirk before they tugged you along into the dancing crowd.

You had no idea how you got here─sandwiched by two of the most gorgeous men you ever laid eyes on, deliciously buzzed on the martini’s they had been feeding you throughout the night, their hands all over your body. You forgot about any worries and problems that ghosted through your mind before as the alcohol did its job and loosened you up more and more as the minutes ticked by on the clock. You had one arm wrapped around Damon’s neck who was behind you, firm hands on your hips as he grinded against you, your other hand wrapped around Elvis’ neck who was in front of you, his hands exploring your sides and slipping over Damon’s to reach the side of your thighs. Their touches were heavenly to your drunken state, fueling the fire that was growing in the pit of your stomach and in between your legs. You were positive that your panties would be ruined by the time you left the party and you just didn’t give a damn anymore. You loved the attention they were giving to you and you only and you wanted more.

Elvis brought his hand up and reached it out to your face, cupping your cheek. As you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, swaying your body to the music that blasted through the house, you didn’t see the quick nod the two men exchanged. Once you opened your eyes again, you noticed Elvis got rid of his mask and he leaned in a little closer, looking into your eyes. ‘‘Don’t scream. You’ll enjoy this,’’ he compelled you and you were about to frown and giggle in his face, until his pupils shifted in size. It was only for a split second, but as if on automatic pilot, you just nodded and didn’t move a muscle when he leaned in to your neck.

Goosebumps licked at your skin as you felt his hot breath against your neck and when he placed a tiny kiss on your skin, your eyes fluttered shut. When Damon did the same on the other side, you tangled your digits in both men’s locks, biting your lip─you were expecting to have at least one of them kiss you any second now, but instead you were surprised with an intense and sharp pain as their teeth pierced through your skin right at the same time. Your grip on their hair got firmer and you widened your eyes, but weirdly enough, the pain only lasted for about ten seconds until it was replaced by pure euphoria. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned shamelessly, letting them have their way with you in the middle of the dance floor. Nobody was paying attention, as it simply looked like they were kissing your neck with the way they were feeding─clean, quick and in complete control. Completely different from when they’d go in for a kill, but both Damon and Elvis did not want you dead. Far from it.

When they pulled back, you softly gasped for air and whimpered softly as Damon licked at the small punctured holes he created on his side of your neck, removing the last bit of blood. You looked at Elvis with dazed eyes, bringing your fingertips to your neck─as you looked at the blood, your blood, on your fingers, excitement rather than fear bubbled in your stomach. His eyes never left yours as you held out your fingertips to him and he looked down at the blood, his eyes darkening at the smell of your blood, veins crawling underneath his skin right under his eyes. You should’ve been running for the hills right now, screaming bloody murder, but as he wrapped his lips around your digits and licked the blood off of them, you just stood there as your arousal grew tenfold. He smiled at you as he took your fingers out of his mouth, giving you a sneak peek of his fangs as he ran his tongue over them, his fingers intertwining with yours. The big chunky ring he wore that looked similar to Damon’s was cold against your heated skin.

‘‘Are you going to kill me?’’ You asked suddenly, your voice as calm and collected as ever. You had no idea what they had planned for you, but dying by the hands of these two creatures seemed like a good way to go. According to your drunk mind, at least.

Damon laughed softly behind you, looking down at you from the side as he shook his head, caressing a lock of your hair behind your ear. ‘‘Ofcourse not, silly,’’ he smirked, snaking his arms around your waist. ‘‘We only wanna make you feel good,’’ he whispered in your ear, though it was loud enough for you to hear over the music. As you felt his hard on pressing against your ass, you gasped softly and squeezed Elvis’ hand, looking at him. ‘‘What are you two?’’ You couldn’t stop yourself from asking, even though in the back of your mind, you already knew. They were the exact thing that you mentioned to Damon in the car earlier, the thing that you joked about. The thing that people told camp fire stories about to scare each other. Vampires.

‘‘I think you already know,’’ Elvis grinned, his eyes had gone back to their normal blue color. He placed your hand that he was holding against his chest firmly, taking a step closer to you if that was even possible because both men were nearly suffocating you already with how close they were.

‘‘We still got beatin’ hearts and blood streamin’ through our veins, doll. We’re not that different,’’ he said, his hand still keeping yours firmly in place, letting you feel his beating heart which was very prominent. Everything that you had ever known about vampires, which wasn’t a lot to be fair, had been wrong. They weren’t as pale as snow, they were able to go outside during the day… they were just like anyone else. Walking among men, hiding in plain sight.

‘‘Are you afraid?’’ Damon whispered in your ear again, sending chills down your spine and you slightly turned your head, looking at him. You searched for any malicious intent that might be hiding in his eyes, but you couldn’t find any and you slowly shook your head. Damon grinned and looked at Elvis, loosening his grip around you. ‘‘Then I think it’s about time we get out of here,’’ the vampire in front of you said, tugging you along out of the house as Damon grabbed your shawl from where he put it, following you and Elvis outside.

The thirty minute drive back to Mystic Falls was a blur to you, but you couldn’t blame it on the alcohol anymore. This time, Elvis was the culprit as he sat on the backseat with you bending over the front seat, your dress pulled up to your waist and your panties slid down your thighs. He had three fingers knuckle deep inside of you and you were a mess, moaning in Damon’s ear as you clawed at his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life. The vampire behind you grinned proudly to himself as he leaned forward, placing open mouthed kisses on your ass cheeks and you weren’t even sure it was human with how fast he was fingering you so shamelessly in the backseat of his best friend’s car.

‘‘Take it easy on her, E. You’re gonna wear her out before we even get to the house,’’ Damon laughed as he turned his head, kissing the corner of your mouth soothingly. You whined as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck as your thighs were shaking like a leaf, walls clenching firmly around Elvis’ digits. ‘‘She can take it,’’ Elvis chuckled devilishly, landing a slap against your ass, making you moan right into Damon’s ear, which made the other vampire even more aroused. And a little frustrated that he was the one driving. ‘‘Isn’t that right, doll?’’ Elvis questioned, squeezing your ass with his other hand and you slowly lifted your head, looking over your shoulder as you nodded.

The second Damon killed the engine of the car in front of the house, you came undone on Elvis’ fingers, crying in Damon’s neck. Damon raised your head by cupping your cheek and pressed his lips against yours and you were needy as you slipped your tongue in his mouth while he drank in all of your moans and whines. The men were quick to get you out of the car, using their vampire speed and before you could even blink, you were thrown on a kingsized bed. You didn’t even have time to look around the fancy room, nor did you care much for it, your attention only on the two men that stood by the end of the bed. You giggled softly and got on your knees, crawling over to them before you lifted yourself up, crashing your lips onto Elvis’. He immediately kissed you back as he dropped his jacket to the floor, his hands fumbling with his belt. You reached out a hand to Damon, who had gotten rid of most of his clothing already and was kicking off his shoes before he got on the bed and started kissing down in between your shoulder blades. His hands found the zipper of your dress and he was quick to pull it down, letting the fabric slip off of your body.

Elvis broke the kiss, looking down at the lack of bra, a grin tugging at his lips as Damon’s hands immediately squeezed your bare breasts from where he was situated behind you. Elvis allowed Damon to pull you with him further on the bed, situating himself against the pillows that were perched against the wooden head board. You sat in between his legs as his fingertips pinched and flicked your nipples, before his large palms would go back to massaging them. Both men were completely naked by now and Elvis crawled onto the bed, taking off your shoes one by one, throwing them onto the floor. You moaned softly at Damon’s actions and watched Elvis with anticipation as he got in between your legs after he got rid off your panties completely, his plumb lips kissing up the insides of your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you wanted him the most.

Both men were perfectly in sync, only having to exchange a short look─as Elvis licked a stripe up between your folds, tongue flicking at your clit, Damon leaned down to your neck and once more sunk his teeth in, softly piercing his fangs through your delicate skin. He made sure to go slow at first, not knowing what your reaction would be since they hadn’t compelled you this time, but as soon as you moaned, he sucked a little harder and Elvis wrapped his lips around your clit, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud.

The pain and pleasure mixed deliciously and you were a moaning mess in the matter of minutes, hands grabbing onto Damon’s legs to keep yourself steady. Elvis was drinking all of your essence, switching between dipping his tongue into your entrance teasingly before he’d go back to making out with your pussy, tip of his tongue flicking against your clit at an unholy speed. Damon pulled back from your neck and held you still as he had his arms wrapped around your waist now─you looked up at him and let him kiss you, tasting your own blood on his tongue and lips. You felt like an absolute maniac, not even recognizing yourself, as you sucked some blood off of his lower lip, but God… everything they were doing to you felt so damn good. It was like you were blooming into a completely different person.

Your second orgasm hit you incredibly fast, but they barely gave you time to catch your breath and as Damon removed himself from behind you, you let yourself fall back in the pillows. You were still eager to please, so when they got on either side of you, you sat up a little and wrapped your hand around their cocks. You looked up at Elvis as he groaned, throwing his head back when you started pumping them in your fists, swirling your thumb over the tips to gather some of their precum. The noises they were making because of you only motivated you more and more and you turned to Damon, leaning closer to him to take him in your mouth. He cursed softly as he reached out an arm to Elvis, placing his hand on his shoulder to keep himself steady. Elvis grinned at his friend’s action and did the same, holding onto Damon’s shoulder as he watched you suck the other man off, fucking himself into your hand when you’d forget to move your hand. This was your first threesome and with the way your mind was all over the place because of both the alcohol and how freaking turned on you were, you were still learning in some ways.

‘‘Fuck, sweet cheeks. You’re good at that,’’ Damon moaned as he looked down at you when you swirled your tongue around his tip, batting your eyelashes at him before you turned back to Elvis, licking your lips. Elvis grinned at you, watching with hungry eyes as you took him in your mouth, deeper and deeper until your nose tickled against his pubes, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Tears pooled in your eyes and you inhaled through your nose as you pulled back a little, giving yourself more space to breathe again. His hand that wasn’t holding onto Damon was tangled in your hair and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into your mouth and you had to try real hard to focus on Damon as well, jerking him off at the same speed Elvis was having his way with you.

He pulled back out of your mouth when he felt his cock twitching and you gasped for air, switching your attention back to Damon, taking him back in your mouth as Elvis lowered himself on the bed next to you. Speaking with their eyes once more, Damon pulled out of your mouth and moved off of the bed, planting his feet on the floor as Elvis grabbed your hips and turned you around swiftly, keeping you on hands and knees right in front of Damon, taking him back in your hand and mouth, because you were so damn needy yourself too. Elvis was placing kisses all over your back, lips traveling down further and further until he reached your ass and you whined around Damon’s cock when Elvis sunk his teeth in your ass cheek, piercing your skin with his fangs. Damon growled deeply at the vibrations you were sending through his bones by moaning around him and as Elvis pulled back after a few minutes, you were starting to feel light headed which you blamed on the alcohol─and definitely the blood loss─but you still wanted more. You were determined not to ruin this night so soon. As you felt Elvis rising to his feet on the bed, you slowly took Damon out of your mouth and looked up, arousal practically dripping down your thighs at the sight above you.

Elvis grabbed Damon’s face, digging his fingertips into his cheeks to make him part his lips before he let a long string of your blood dribble into the other vampire’s mouth. Damon stuck out his tongue, taking it all in as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, cock twitching in front of your face. Your blood dripped down both their chins and you clenched the sheets in your palms, whining softly at the sight. You were so wrong about this town─Mystic Falls was definitely better than New York.

You sneakily moved out from in between them and sat up on your knees, reaching out a hand to both their faces, swiping some blood from their faces before sucking it off of your digits. You probably looked like an idiot for tasting your own blood and it made you blush softly and scrunch your nose a little. It didn’t taste as good to you as it did to them and Elvis tilted his head, grinning at you. ‘‘You wanna have a taste, doll?’’ he asked though did not wait for an answer as he sunk his teeth into the palm of his hand and you watched blood trickle down his forearm as he held it out to you.

You felt like you had completely lost your mind but with the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t resist─wrapping your lips around the two punctured holes in his hand, you lapped your tongue at his blood. The metallic taste was still there, but it was definitely different from your own. Somewhat.. sweeter. You felt your energy slipping back into your body as the marks they created on your skin healed up as if they had never been there and you widened your eyes at him a little bit, both vampire’s laughed as they admired your blood stained lips when you pulled back.

‘‘You New York girls are wild lil things, aren’t you?’’ Damon grinned as you bit your lip and shrugged innocently, looking over at Elvis as he laid down against the pillow. You crawled over to him and straddled his hips, looking over your shoulder as Damon grabbed onto your hips, sticking your ass out to him.

‘‘Get her ready, D,’’ Elvis smirked knowingly and you looked at him with curious eyes. He looked at you with a smile on his face as he brought your face closer to his, kissing your lips, the taste of your blood and his own mixing together causing a shiver to run down his spine.

‘‘You trust us, don’t ya?’’ He hummed against your lips and absentmindedly, you immediately nodded as you swayed your ass from left to right a little, needing Damon’s attention. He replied by slipping his digits through your folds, sinking in two fingers in your entrance at the same time, making you moan against Elvis’ lips. ‘‘And you want both of us, right, doll?’’ Elvis grinned as he rubbed your back soothingly, lips kissing the corner of your mouth and along your jawline. You nodded desperately, moaning lewdly as Damon added another finger, scissoring you open and ready for them. ‘‘Then that’s what you’ll get,’’ Elvis hummed in your ear, teeth sinking softly in your earlobe before he flicked his tongue against it once, laughing softly. You hid your face in his neck, pushing your hips back against Damon’s fingers and you just weren’t able to keep quiet. You had absolutely no idea if you would survive the night, metaphorically and literally, but you could care less. All you cared about in this moment was Elvis and Damon and how needy you were to feel them inside of you.

When you said you wanted them inside of you, you meant one at a time. You figured that perhaps they would switch and take turns, but no─they were currently both inside of your pussy, fucking you raw. You had no idea such thing was even possible, but you were pretty proud of yourself for taking them, seeing as they definitely were not the smallest. You weren’t in the right mind to give yourself a pat on the shoulder though, being pressed against Elvis’ chest as you were nearly crying with the amount of pleasure. Luckily, you weren’t the only one in such a delirious state. Both Damon and Elvis were moaning and groaning, the feeling of being buried so deep inside of you at the same time and their cocks rubbing against each other and creating such delicious friction, making it hard for them to hold back. You were absolutely sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk as soon as this was over─not with the way Damon was fucking you, stretching you out to no end as Elvis held still. Damon would slip out now and then, making room for Elvis to thrust up into you at a speed so fast you were positive it couldn’t have been human.

Elvis looked over your shoulder, making eye contact with his friend who just grinned back at him and gave him a nod. ‘‘Turn around, baby,’’ Damon said as Elvis’ thrusts came to a stop and Elvis gave you a small encouraging smile─ofcourse, you did as you were told and raised your hips, whining softly at the feeling of Elvis slipping out of you. You inhaled a deep breath of air as you turned around, hovering above Elvis with your back facing him, your arms reached back to place your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady for what was about to come. With a quick movement, Elvis had slipped himself back into you, keeping still as he spread his legs a bit more for Damon to plant a knee in between them, pressing down firmly on the bed as he circled the tip of his cock around your clit teasingly. The feeling made you moan and squeeze your walls aroun Elvis’ cock tightly, making the man underneath you dig his fingertips into your hips, moaning needily. Damon smiled to himself as he guided himself back inside of you as well, his balls hitting those of Elvis as he thrusted at a rapid pace.

Your mind went completely blank, your throat feeling sore and dry from moaning and screaming as both men filled you up. It almost felt like it was too much at times but when Damon would slip out for Elvis to fuck up into you, you already missed the feeling of having them both inside of you. With the amount of stamina they had, they could keep this up for hours but you were still human and when Elvis felt you shaking on top of him, he grinned and slowed down his thrusts, looking at Damon. The other man already knew what he was trying to say and grinned, raising one of your legs to put it on his shoulder as he pushed himself inside again, both of them trying to move at the same time now while they were buried inside of you. Elvis snaked a hand around your waist, his fingers finding your clit within seconds and when he started skilfully rubbing the sensitive muscle, you dug your nails into Elvis’ shoulders, squeezing your eyes shut as white spots clouded your vision completely.

You didn’t even have the strenght to tell the men that you were about to cum, but they could already tell by how tight you were clenching around both of them and how you were nearly to tears. Damon kissed the side of your foot as his hands were all over your thighs, squeezing at your flesh while Elvis was still continuing his assault on your clit, his other hand squeezing your breast roughly, but the slight sting of pain only made your orgasm so much more delicious. With a few more thrusts of Damon’s fast hips, the two vampires came undone with you, painting your walls white at the same time.

Damon smiled softly at the sight of the state you were in, bringing your leg back down as he slowly pulled out of you, making both you and Elvis moan softly.

‘‘Goddamnit, doll,’’ Elvis breathed underneath you as you slowly lifted yourself off of him, letting your body fall next to him on the bed. Your limbs felt like jelly, your thighs still shaking like leaves. ‘‘You still think Mystic Falls is boring?’’ he grinned and you looked at him, your chest heaving up and down rapidly as your heart thumped in your ears.

‘‘D-Definitely not,’’ you stuttered with a soft chuckle, looking at Damon with a smile as he let himself fall down next to you on your other side. The three of you laughed, looking up at the ceiling in silence for a bit. You were still trying to comprehened what the hell just happened, and how you allowed yourself to get in this position, but you were definitely not complaining.

‘‘I would just like to say,’’ you spoke up when you managed to find your breath again, getting some hair out of your face by running your fingers through your locks. ‘‘If you’re planning on killing me, you don’t have to.. I’m already dead,’’ you chuckled weakly, sticking your tongue out as you closed your eyes, rolling your head against Elvis’ shoulder. Both men laughed and Damon rolled onto his side, leaning his head in his hand.

‘‘We told you we’re not going to kill you,’’ he smiled at you, caressing his fingertips down the side of your thigh, sending a shiver down your spin. Elvis turned to you as well, slipping his arm around your waist. ‘‘You’re too pretty to kill,’’ he whispered, kissing your cheek.

‘‘So.. are you really college students?’‘ You asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked between the two men. They laughed softly, shaking their heads. ‘‘How old are you?’’

‘‘Why don’t we save the questions for later, doll? You need a bath first,’’ Elvis said and Damon nodded, laughing softly at his friend. You sighed softly and pouted at them, but you still allowed them to take you to the spacious ensuite bathroom, letting them run you a bath. Your knees were wobbly and you had never been this sore in your life, your muscles aching uncomfortably but you didn’t regret anything about tonight. And if they were planning on keeping you with them to have their way with you and provide the aftercare that you definitely needed, who were you to deny them?

[ctto-becauseimunoriginal]

“hold on tight for me kitten”

ju shorts 01 / 02 [15:05] / 03

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not a proper smut but it still kind of is? they seem more like snippets than proper writing lmao

contains, of course, nsfw content, shit ton of juyeon, if these were lengthy they’re all filth

word count: 1.3k

(my brain is fried with the amount of story concepts and ideas i have with juyeon pics pinterest is giving me atm)

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(gender neutral reader again but the reader wears a dress)

“y/n, go up and take a breather for a moment”

juyeon’s low voice echoed through the speaker right above the small tank you’re in sending vibrations through the clear water making his voice muffled but clear enough for you to still comprehend what he’s saying from his mic while he sat outside the glass wall of the makeshift human aquarium

“is the dress too hard to control?”

“I’d like to see you wear a dress and come down here yourself”

one hand on the rim of the giant cube you’re in while the other was pinching your nose in hopes to lessen the tingling pain from the chlorine, you looked up at your swimming instructor from your wet lashes, spite clear as day in your eyes as you took offense in his question

of course it would be hard for you, it’s your first time in a water tank and act like a fish in a dress and they expect you to look pretty underwater? your hair’s all over the place and your dress probably rides up to your fucking waste every time you go down and they still expect to get pretty shots within a day? the logic didn’t make sense to you, not one bit

“y/n… that’s what i do for a living”

now on top of the ladder right by the side of the tank, he met you at a head level crossing his arms against the rim of the tank, resting his chin atop his forearms as he eyed you seriously through narrowed lids and low-key annoyingly at your fussy attitude

who wouldn’t be annoyed when you’re constantly trying your best on your own while he, the oh so helpful instructor, just sits down outside and watches you struggle like a kid watching a fish tank in a sushi restaurant

“I’d like to see you try”

you narrowed your eyes at him taunting him at a challenge but instead of doing what you want him to do, his eyes soften and darts away from your own to look at the little water waves splashing around the tank from your movements earlier

“no”

“i seriously will push you off that fucking ladder”

“who will teach you how to swim and pose now that I’ll be gone?”

“teach me?! I’ve been teaching myself in here!”

what first came out as a loud scoff turned into you raising your voice in disbelief at his claim of “teaching you”

him getting a little too close to your already worked up nerves, you let another scoff of “that’s it” before angrily splashing his pretty face with water not caring at all if the floor outside gets wet also

“oh that’s it alright”

you hear him angrily mutter through gritted teeth and when you looked back at his figure he was now taking off his black t shirt by the collar before throwing it behind him.

hoisting himself up with his two hands gripping on the rim of the tank, you didn’t miss the way the veins on his forearms popped at his weight.

sudden harsh waves rocking your floated body in the water back and forth was a clear indication he was already in the water with you.

meeting his furious eyes through his wet locks, your own grew wide alarmed that he was actually serious and mad at you for splashing a tad bit of water on him

taking a deep breath, you fully submerged yourself into the deep tank in hopes that he won’t be able to catch your retreating figure

but of course being the professional that he is, it wasn’t that hard for him to chase after you underwater and grab a hold of you.

his one arm hooked around your waist to have you face him and your body flush against his bare torso. and before you could even lay your hands on his chest to push him away, he just had to do the unexpected

placing his lips against yours, he pulled you even tighter to his chest in hopes that you wont struggle and waste your breath by trying to pull away

somehow in someway, you managed to relax yourself in his hold. your palms against his hard chest that once threatened to push him away found their way around his neck and to his hair, not to pull him away but to just lock your digits through his locks.

angling his head slightly to the side, his lips slotted between yours even deeper, careful to not part yours nor his as he moved his lips skillfully against yours following a slow rhythm of its own.

feeling like you can’t hold in your breath anymore, you pushed him away the slightest bit to swim up for air but he beat you to it by using the arm around your waist to hoist you up until both of your heads was out of the water.

chest heaving heavily against his, you were too busy pulling strands away from your face to even notice his burning gaze from under you.

with your sight now clear of any wet hair strands, you curiously followed the trail of his veiny arm vertical against your face rand ended up at his white knuckles gripping on the steel bar above you

‘no wonder you seemed strong earlier’

“thanks for having long limbs”

growing flush at what just happened while you were both underwater, you laid your palms flat against his chest about to push him away already growing awkward at the close proximity you two are in at the moment.

“why don’t you repay me for it then”

grip tightening around your waste forbade you from retracting yourself from him, if anything, it got your damp clothe chest in close proximity to his lips.

so close you could feel his own lips brushing against your perked nipples, and you’re sure he knows this too. smirking up at you, he took this chance of you relaxing in his hold and not pushing him away as a green light to wrap his lips around a nipple through your damp, probably already transparent, clothe

his warmth of his lips felt like heaven on your cold skin, melting you further into his touch. palms moving from his chest to his nape and hair, you locked your fingers into his hair as you let out breathless whimpers above him.

his gaze up at you as he sucked, bit, and pulled on your nipple was enough to drive you crazy. pushing him slightly closer to your chest, he was more than glad to nibble on the sensitive nub even more.

pulling away, he eyed your now very transparent nippular away before coming in close again to give kitten licks earning him more whimpers from you

you don’t know when or how but it’s when his long slender fingers brushed against your skin by the hem of your underwear that it now came to light you were shamelessly grinding against his hard chest, legs afloat by his sides afraid that if you were to wrap them around him it would only add more weight on his knuckles still holding on for dear life.

blunt tips of his nails ran across your hip and thigh as he dragged your underwear down and like a spell was casted on you, you pushed it down with your own legs until they were completely off and floating somewhere on the surface

“hold on tight for me kitten”

you lifted one hand from his nape and unto the steel bar above you as braced yourself for what’s to come (you, most probably)

letting go of his own grip on the bar, he grabbed unto your hips before taking a deep breath and submerging down underwater to meet with your now bare lower region

(cutting it off short here heehee, if you want to know what’s next I’d recommend you listen to jay park’s aquaman but yes it’s not a hot tub lmao, it’s anything but that)

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find exhibit a: ‘in case of emergency… use me’ here

find exhibit c: being juyeon’s makeup artist here

masterlist

[mountswhore]

Your baby girl mocking Mason and calling him Mase instead of Daddy and its just cute and funny pleaseeeeeee. Love ur blog 😘 xxxxxxxx

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐞 — mason mount

summary: after hearing you call Mason 'Mase' for so long, Callie had picked it up.

notes: requests are closed, but my asks are open! i decided to make this a tiny little blurb, so don't expect a lot lmao

“Cal, go get mummy,” Mason spoke to your four-year old daughter, jumping onto the bathroom counter. He’d taken Callie out today, to enjoy some time with her whilst he wasn’t working, taking her to see the ducks and get some ice cream. And he’d gotten home, ready to take her for a much needed bath. Until he’d spotten the large, eight-legged monster sitting by the plug hole. For him, he’d be able to sleep like a baby knowing a spider was missing it’s legs and was far away from your home, but you couldn’t. You’d always scoop it up and let it outside.

Callie had slid down the stairs, running to the kitchen, where you were making dinner for the three of you. You smiled at the sight of your daughter, who began pulling you with her upstairs. “Mase is scared.” You heard, but you weren’t entirely sure you’d heard correctly. There was no way Callie had called her father ‘Mase’. You shrugged it off and followed her upstairs, seeing Mason cradling himself on the counter as he watched the spider crawl around the tub.

“Get it out of my house.” Mason demanded, holding his hand out to Callie, pulling her away from the bathtub and keeping her close to him. You rolled your eyes at your childish husband, letting the spider crawl onto your hand and walking it downstairs. You had no fear of spiders, they were harmless little things. Mason was retching thinking about them, and yet could hold a python.

Bathtime was back on schedule, and you had continued making dinner, serving it up just as the pair had walked back downstairs. This time Callie was sitting on his shoulders, earning a laugh from you as you gazed up at her. “Mummy look, I’m taller than you. See?” You nodded and patted her seat at the table, tucking her in before sitting opposite Mason.

“How’s dinner, you two?” You questioned, noticing Mason was almost finished with his and Callie was almost inhaling it. These two were carbon copies of each other. You took their silence as a compliment and continued to eat your food, exhausted from your day of work. Mason was home for a week or two, meaning he had all the time in the world to spend with his daughter and you.

With dinner now finished and the dishwasher on, the three of you were on your way to bed after a busy day. Whilst Mason watched over Callie as she brushed her teeth, you’d gotten her room ready. Nightlight on, curtains closed, her favourite teddy beside her pillow. She climbed into bed, tucking herself in, and waited for her goodnight kiss. Mason kissed her cheek, scruffing her hair up, and watched as you smoothed her hair back down whilst you kissed her cheek.

“Night, Cal.” You hummed quietly, turning round to leave the room. Mason followed slowly, not wanting to take his eyes away from his angel. But he wanted her asleep as quickly as possible, so the pair of you could spend some time together.

“Night mummy,” she called back, both of you stopping at her bedroom door and turning around, “night Mase.” She finished, closing her eyes and squeezing her arms tightly around her teddy. There it was again, she’d confirmed your suspicions from earlier. She was calling Mason ‘Mase’. You both shared a look, Mason on the brink of laughter.

“Excuse me, little one,” Mason mentioned, approaching her and tickling her chest. The young girl curled up and laughed, the fake sleeping now finished. “It’s daddy to you, where have you gotten ‘Mase’ from?” He asked, sitting beside her in bed. She just stared up at her daddy, then looked at you. Without saying a word, Mason had figured it out. “Go to sleep, trouble.”

Mason left her room once again and was chuckling as he got himself into bed. You’d joined him, feeling his arms wrap around you like they always did. Even with the light out, you could see him still dying of laughter.

“What is so funny, Mase?” You wondered, propping yourself up with your elbows and giving him a strange look.

“She’s getting Mase from you, idiot,” Mason pointed out, you mentally facepalming. You didn’t call Mason anything else, even in public, it had always been Mase. It was very rare you called him by his proper name. You laid your head on your husband’s chest, feeling his hands drag up and down your exposed skin.

“Would you prefer me to call you daddy, so she addresses you properly?” You asked, already knowing what’s running through his mind.

“That wouldn’t be so bad.” He mumbled into your hair, hands dropping lower and lower down your back. You swatted him away, giggling to yourself at your childish husband.

[illegal-spiegel]

“Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot”

Pairing: Hikaru Hitachiin x f!reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut Warnings: jealous and possessive Hikaru, unprotected sex (wrap it up), a dash of degradation, choking, and I think that’s it lmao Summary: You’ve been dating Hikaru since high school but that doesn’t stop him from getting jealous of your coworker at the coffee shop Word Count: 4.1k words  A/N: characters are aged up!! Prompt #72 from my 1k Followers Event: “You’re Mine.”

You and Hikaru have been sweethearts since high school. The thing is, when you two first started dating, no one thought it was going to last, seeing as how you two were literally enemies until Hikaru kissed you to shut you up. After that kiss, you two avoided each other until Kaoru tried talking to you while pretending to be Hikaru. You weren’t blind though. You could tell it was Kaoru instead of his twin. You played along until the end though, only revealing you knew it was really him until he got his point across. His point was “I’m sorry for treating you so poorly. I’m just not very good with feelings and I didn’t know how to face you after the kiss without arguing with you.” You figured that Kaoru wouldn’t say something like that unless Hikaru felt that way himself. So, you grew a pair and talked to Hikaru after he was done with the Host Club. 

“It appears I’m going to be the man in this relationship.” was the first thing you said to him, to which he scoffed at because A. if anyone is going to be the man, it’s him and B. who says you two are in a relationship? 

You just kissed him and that easily proved your point. From then on, you two started dating, to everyone’s surprise. Just because you two were dating though doesn’t mean you two stopped fighting. While everyone else has their honeymoon phase, you two went right to the old married couple stage. They weren’t ever serious fights though. One time you two argued about who had better eyes. Hikaru couldn’t admit to you that it was definitely you and you couldn’t admit to him that it was actually him, so you both claimed that it was yourselves. 

After that phase ended though, you two went into the honeymoon phase, which just confused everyone, including you and Hikaru. Suddenly, him leaving his used cup on your bedside table didn’t bother you anymore. You’ll just bring it down with you when you go downstairs. Hikaru realized that he didn’t mind you having your clothes thrown out in every other direction in his room anymore. His maid will just clean it up anyway. No harm done. 

The honeymoon ‘phase’ was more annoying to everyone than the old married couple phase. Now, instead of you two arguing who wants the last piece of candy, you two are ‘arguing’ about who gets to kiss who last. It makes everyone gag. Honey senpai seems to think it’s really sweet though. 

That was four years ago and now, you two are just as bad now as you were back then. Everyone, luckily and unluckily, decided to go to the same university. It is way out of your price range but that wasn’t going to stop your boyfriend of four years from getting you to go there. “I’ll pay off all your bills, babe. Don’t worry,” he’ll always reassure you despite your worries and nagging. You refuse to let him pay for it all though, so you got a job. 

It was actually pretty easy to nail the job, seeing as how it’s at the coffee shop where you and the gang always went for energy boosters and to study. You were already friends with the manager from going in there so much, so when you asked if they were hiring, they practically hired you on the spot. 

Hikaru didn’t like you having a job though. 

“Why do you even work here? I can pay for everything, babe. You don’t have to worry about it. So why don’t you just quit? I miss hanging out with you,” he complains every time you leave for work, when he shows up to your work, and when you come back to your shared apartment. His argument, in your royal opinion, is stupid. If anything, you see him too much as it is. I mean, you already live with the guy and have half of your classes with him. What more does he want from you?

It took him a month to finally accept the fact that yes, you will pay for things yourself, and no, you are not quitting just because he wants you to. Once he realizes that you can secretly give him free coffee though, not that price ever mattered to him, he was happy. “Okay, but I also want a free muffin,” he finally agreed. 

It was like that for maybe half a year before new problems started to arise. Your boss hired a new guy who you don’t even know the name of yet but, oh, Hikaru hates him already. “I don’t like him. He smells like too much Axe body spray and he has a weird, purple piercing in his eyebrow. And! And, he has a tattoo. A tattoo! Who does he think he is,” Hikaru complains to you while you try to do homework. He had gotten your schedule mixed up and when he went to go see you on your day off, he ran into the new guy. You weren’t surprised that he could tell he’s new since Hikaru is practically there as much as you are. He knows everyone and, of course, everyone loves him. 

Not this guy though, apparently. 

“When he gave me my coffee, it tasted off! Then, I realized, he didn’t add sugar! I didn’t say anything about sugar!” he continues to rant, making you sigh and set your pencil down. You turn to face him now, placing your hand over his and soothingly rubbing your thumb over his smooth skin. 

“Baby, I’m sure it was an accident. He’s new, remember? I’m sure he just forgot to add it,” you reassure, giving his cheek a kiss once he takes a deep breath and lets it all go in one breath. 

“Fine. I guess you’re right. But if he messes up again, I won’t hesitate to say something next time!” You giggle at this and nod your head, giving him a proper kiss this time to relax him even more. 

“Okay, baby. You do that,” you tease before going back to your homework. This, of course, was just not okay. 

“Babe, we’ve been studying for hours. Let’s take a break,” he coos, moving closer to you and starting to place kisses along your neck. You try to ignore him and focus but your boyfriend knows you too well. Knows your body too well. 

“You mean I’ve been studying for hours. You’ve just been talking and playing on your phone,” you tease, a gasp ripping from you when he sucks and nibbles on your sweet spot. You feel him smirk against your skin, his hands coming to squeeze your thighs. 

“Fair point. Makeout with me a little and then, and only then, will I study,” he bargains, making you roll your eyes. 

“Fat chance,” you decline him as you playfully push him away, making him whine loudly. 

“But baby—”

“No. Study and then, and only then, will I makeout with you,” you bargain right back, a smirk of your own coming to your face. 

“You’re wicked,” he says with a dramatic gasp and a hand across his heart. When you don’t reply or even react, he groans before finally picking up his pencil. “Fine! You better take your shirt off too then,” he snaps before focusing on his work. Most of your study sessions go like this. 

The next day at work, the new guy, Ritsu, came in in the middle of your shift. Your boss introduced the two of you once he put his stuff away in his locker, the guy seeming nervous for his next shift today. You smile at him and shake his hand, reassuring him that you’ll help him out today. He seems to relax at this, thanking you before starting to get to work. Whenever he had a question or messed up, you were right there to help him. The day, overall, went pretty smoothly you think. 

At the end of your shifts, he grabs his things from his locker before walking to the front with you. “Do you need a ride home?” he asks as he walks over to his motorcycle. You smile at him but shake your head, taking your phone out of your pocket to check your messages. 

“No, that’s okay. My boyfriend is picking me up and taking me out to dinner. Thank you though!” you reply with a sweet smile, Ritsu flashing you a smile back as he climbs onto his motorcycle. 

“Okay, good. I didn’t want you walking home alone at night. I heard there was a robbery a couple of roads away from here,” he explains as he pulls his helmet on. 

“Oh yeah. It was at the corner gas station. That’s so sweet of you to think of me though. I’ll be sure to let you know if I ever need a ride!” you thank once more. He nods as he turns the vehicle on, bidding you farewell with a salute before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road. 

You check the time and see that you have a few minutes until your boyfriend gets there. Luckily, he seemed to have left early because, within the next minute, he’s stopping right in front of you. “Well, hello there, good lookin’. Do you need a ride?” he playfully flirts. You hum and pretend to think about it as you walk over to his window. 

“Well, I don’t know. Are you going to show me a good time?” you playfully flirt right back. He hums as he happily lets his eyes trail over your body despite your hideous work clothes. He didn’t seem to mind them though. 

“Oh, you have no idea, baby. Don’t tell my girlfriend though.” You scoff as you burst into a fit of giggles, lightly hitting his arm before going to the passenger side. 

“Well, that depends. Am I prettier than her?” you reply, batting your eyelashes at him as you slide into the car and pull your seatbelt over your body. He hums and nods his head, putting the car in reverse as he replies. 

“Oh, most definitely. She’s like a fat cow,” he jokes, making you scoff and hit him again. 

“I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate you saying such things about her. What if I decide to tell her what you said about her?” you argue, crossing your arms over your chest as if you’re mad at him. You know for a fact that he’d never cheat on you. You always tease him that he’s too obsessed with you. ‘I love you! I’m not obsessed with you! There’s a difference!’ he’d always argue to your joking jab. 

Before he can leave the parking spot, he stops the car to look at you with this new glint in his eyes. “What if I eat you out so good that you can’t even remember your own name, let alone mine?” he whispers right into your ear, his tongue licking around the shell of your ear. You let out a shaky breath, not expecting his sudden change in this little game you two were playing. 

“I doubt you’re any good,” you sass, it lacking the power that you want it to have. He pulls away from the side of your head to make eye contact with you again, his eyes shining with a newfound lust. 

“Well, I’ve only ever been with my girlfriend, so it’s possible. You should hear the way she screams my name though. She’ll cum three times from my mouth and fingers alone before I even give what she really wants inside of her,” he says lowly, your eyes moving to watch his lips as he talks. You press your legs together, already starting to feel arousal bubbling low in your gut. 

“Is she any good in bed?” you decide to ask, bringing the attention off of him. You wait for him to say something along the lines of ‘no, she’s horrible’ but it seems he decides to stop playing your little game all of a sudden. 

“She’s better than good. She sucks me off like I’m a popsicle and she just got out of the desert. She’s always so desperate to unravel me but I never do only because I know it works her up even more. She then starts acting like a brat, trying to get her way. We both know that’s just her way of annoying me to the point that I punish her. Mmhm, her screams sound so good when her face is shoved into our mattress,” he replies, his voice dropping an octave or two. You gulp at this, feeling your panties dampen with your slick. 

“No wonder she’s your girlfriend,” you whisper, your throat suddenly too dry for your liking. He only hums before continuing with his driving, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it once you two get on the road. 

“What do you want to eat? I’m kind of in the mood for Mexican,” he says to you as if he didn’t just make you so horny that the only thing you can think about is having him inside of your mouth instead of food. 

“That sounds fine,” you say softly, trying to think of anything but that. He smirks at the way you sound, which is slightly wrecked, and starts to head in the direction of a Mexican restaurant that you two like. That night ended, of course, with him deep inside of you and grunting out all sorts of deliciously dark things into your ear. 

Things continued on like normal for a while. You went to work but didn’t get to work with Ritsu again for a week, so Hikaru never ran into him again. The day you did work with him though, he seemed to be struggling more than usual. So, when there was a break in customers, you decide to ask him what was up. 

“Sorry. I got into this fight with my girlfriend, Mei, this morning,” he explains, a frown hanging heavy on his face. You nod your head, only too familiar with that feeling. You and Hikaru don’t have serious fights a lot but you, obviously, have them just like every other couple. 

“It’s okay. I understand. Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can give you my opinion or some advice?” you offer, wanting to help him feel better. He thinks about your offer for a moment before sighing and giving in, starting to tell you everything that had happened that morning. You two occasionally pause to help a customer but always end up focusing back on his situation. As a woman yourself, you look at his story from her point of view and figure out what might be the cause of her frustrations. 

“Okay,” you say once he finishes his story, “I think I see what the problem is.” You then tell him what you think and what he should do to mend their relationship. After hearing your advice, he realized what he did wrong and gets so excited that he hugs you. 

“Thank you so much! It all makes sense now! No wonder she was so upset! You’re seriously a lifesaver! I owe you one!” He hugs you tightly, making you giggle and return the hug. 

“It’s no problem at all,” you reassure. You two pull away when you hear the bell ring, automatic smiles coming to your face to greet your new customer. Your eyes widened when you saw your boyfriend instead though. A very angry and brooding boyfriend at that. “Babe? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to be here for another hour?” you ask confusedly, walking around the counter to give him your usual hug and kiss. 

His eyes are on Ritsu though. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not want me here? Am I interrupting something?” he snaps, his eyes squinting at Ritsu as he says this. Your brows furrow at his words, stopping in front of him and dropping your arms since it’s obvious that he’s not going to give you a hug. 

“What? Well, I’m working but—”

“Oh, sorry to bother you then. I’ll let you get right back to it,” he snaps, turning his glare to you before leaving without another word. He doesn’t stop or turn around when you call after him either, making you sigh as a frown comes to your face. 

“What’s up with him?” you mumble, trying to think as to why he would be mad. That’s when it hit you. You hugging Ritsu? Did that upset him? But why? You hug guys all of the time. Well, not all of the time. And then again, they’re his friends too or your family. You snap out of your daze when the bell jingles again, signaling a new customer. You sigh and go back behind the counter, smiling and greeting the customer happily. Guess you’ll just have to talk to him about it later then. 

When you get off work and you get back home, you find that Hikaru isn’t home. You think back to what he was telling you yesterday, remembering him telling you his plans for today. You check the time on the microwave before looking at your fridge for any notes. He doesn't have any plans right now that you are aware of and he didn’t leave a note telling you where he was going or when he’ll be back. Maybe there was an emergency? That just makes you worry more though.

You let it go with a heavy exhale, trying not to read too much into it. You don’t have to know where he is every second of every day. 

You go to your bathroom to take a shower and get the smell of coffee off of you. You end up accidentally using his body wash though, the smell of cinnamon and ginger filling your nostrils. It’s not your favorite but it’s what he’s been using for years. He pulls off the smell really well though. 

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself up in a baby blue towel, leaning against the sink to look at your skin in the mirror. After applying some lotion to your body to make you feel extra nice, you leave the bathroom. You stop at the door though when you find Hikaru sitting on the bed, his feet still on the floor and his hands hanging between his knees. Now you’re even more concerned. Normally, he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to take a shower with you but now he won’t even look at you. 

“Hikaru,” you call out softly to him, seeming to bring him out of his daze. You walk over to him and come to stand in between his legs, making him sit up straighter. His eyes glaze over your bare collarbones and neck, something spurring to life in his eyes as water droplets cascade down your soft skin. 

“You’re mine,” he says suddenly, his eyes snapping to yours. Your eyes widen a bit at this random declaration, your brow raising curiously at him. 

“What?” is your brilliant reply to him. You gasp when he stands and switches your positions in a flash, the back of your knees hitting the bed before you fall back onto it. You gape up at him, your hands clinging to the front of your towel. 

“You heard me. You’re mine!” he growls, his hands snagging your towel away from you before you can even attempt to stop him. His eyes wander your body, a dark look in his eyes as he takes his sweet time admiring your naked body. 

“Hikaru,” you breathe his name, goosebumps crawling over your flesh. He hums in response, one of his knees coming to the bed so he can lean over you, his fingers starting to trace random lines and patterns into your skin. 

“That’s right. Say my name, baby,” he coos, his fingers coming to tweak your nipples. You moan his name in response, back arching up into his hands. He watches you with attentive eyes, not daring to look away from your lewd expressions or wet hole for even a second. He loves how quickly you react to his touch, your body always craving his as much as his craves yours. “Who do you belong to?” he asks as he crawls completely over you, staring into your eyes as he lets his hands crawl down your body. 

“You,” you whisper breathlessly. 

“Who?” he growls, suddenly shoving two of his fingers into your drooling heat. 

“You, Hikaru!” you cry, back arching when he slips a third finger in. He hums lowly as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, scraping the pads of his fingers against your g-spot to get you really moaning for him. 

“That’s right, baby. You’re all mine, now and forever,” he whispers before pulling his fingers out, making you whimper. He brings his dry hand up to your throat, squeezing it lightly as he stares into your eyes. “Shut up! Dirty whores like you don’t get to cum until I say so,” he hisses, not letting your neck go as he uses his other hand to remove his pants and boxers. “‘M gonna fill you up, remind you that you only belong to me,” he mumbles, his hand frantically trying to pull his member free. 

Your brows furrow at this as you bring your hands up to his chest. Before you can question him though, he starts to push into you. You both groan in sync as he slips inside, your eyes rolling back into your head for a moment. You forget about his words for now, your brain only thinking about the way he feels inside of you. 

He just barely bottoms out before he’s already pulling back to thrust back in, starting a frantic pace. You moan his name loudly, your nails lightly scratching his chest, causing him to hiss. He keeps up the frenzied pace, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. 

You both cum almost at the same time, Hikaru finally giving you permission to cum after denying you your orgasm over and over again. He keeps true to his word, pushing deep inside of you and coating your walls white. He stays inside of you for a while, his chest heaving as he tries to get air back. He slowly releases your throat, and instead brushes his fingers against your cheek. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his eyes shining with regret. You’re confused for a moment, thinking that that’s some of the best sex you’ve ever had. Then you remember his words from before, how he kept saying you’re his and that no one is going to take you from him. 

“What’s going on, my love?” you whisper, still a little breathless. He looks away from you, starting to worry his lip between his teeth. 

“Don’t leave me for him,” he whispers, and if you weren’t just a couple of inches away from him, you wouldn’t have heard it. He pulls out of you then and moves to lay beside you, putting his back to you. 

“What? Hey. Hey, look at me,” you say worriedly, pushing yourself up onto your elbow as you use your free hand to gently trace random shapes into his back. It takes him a minute but he eventually turns onto his back, staring at the ceiling instead of you. “What’s all this ‘leaving me’ talk about? We’ve been dating for years, Hikaru. Why would I want to leave you for someone else?” you ask with furrowed brows, starting to run your hand through his hair to help soothe him. He leans into your touch, his eyes finally meeting yours. Despite your reassuring words, he looks scared, worried. 

“What about Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot? You seemed to like him a lot,” he grumbles, his mouth turning into a scowl just at the thought of the man. You can’t help but smile at how jealous he is, your heart swelling with the amount of love you hold for the man before you. 

“You dope, he was asking me for advice about his girlfriend. That hug happened because he was thanking me for basically saving his relationship,” you inform, a smirk on your face as you watch the realization come over his face. 

“Oh,” he squeaks out, his face turning sheepish and red. You snort and move to lay your head down on his chest. 

“You’re such an idiot. You should know by now that you’re the one for me, idiot and all,” you tease, gently rubbing his chest and abdomen. He huffs and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. 

“Whatever. As if you wouldn’t get upset if I was hugging another girl,” he accuses. 

“You act as if another girl would even come near someone as ugly as you,” you tease, obviously joking. 

“Hey!”

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[kisara-kaiba]

A/N: I finally managed to actually write and edit some of my blueshipping fic material to the point where I feel like I can post it (that only took me like 10 years of shipping this OTP lmao). It’s just some silly office romance fluff that I worked on during a lecture today because I  can never get enough of Seto and Kisara being awkward around eachother. It’s cheesy and overdramatic and I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, even if it’s only two chapters (yet). 

Summary: Seto Kaiba finds his stoicism challenged by his undeniable attraction to his new assistant. But who is she really, and why is there something so familiar about her? And most importantly: how long will he be able to fight himself to stay away from her?

Posting Chapter 1 under the cut (word count: 2541) and then I’ll make a separate post for Chapter 2.

Temptation

Chapter 1: Coffee Break

When Seto Kaiba entered his office that morning, it was still dark outside. Winter had taken a proper hold of Domino City, and the panoramic windows overlooking it had completely frosted over.

While himself protected by a stellar central heating system, Seto could only imagine that the air at the top of the skyscraper was bitterly cold. Just the short walk from his car into the building had left him chilled to the bone, and it took him several minutes of rubbing his hands together and stretching his stiff fingers to be able to type on his keyboard.

He tried to get a head start on the day’s work, answering some emails and overlooking a couple of lines of code. There was much to do, as always, but he found himself unable to focus.

Every other minute, he kept looking up past his desk and through the window to the corridor outside. None of his employees had arrived yet, which was something he normally would have found peaceful. For the past 3 months, however, a hopeful flutter had begun to stir in his chest whenever he heard steps approaching his door.

Time passed slowly. Large snowflakes were now swirling around outside, thudding wetly against the windows, and the wind howled around the top floor. Soon enough, Seto heard the familiar sounds of people arriving at the office. Shuffling chairs, elevators chiming and a distant murmur of voices. KaibaCorp was starting business for the day, and Seto savoured the knowledge that all those people were working hard to realise his ideas, following his every whim. Still, the thrill of that sound was weak compared to the one that came next.

Seto recognised her steps by now. The soft clicking of heels against the carpet, and the gentle knock that followed.

He swallowed, sitting up straighter in his desk chair.

“Come in”

It took effort to keep his voice as flat and commanding as usual. The mere knowledge of her presence on the other side threatened his composure, and he steeled himself as the door opened.

A woman entered his office. She was wearing an oversized winter coat, a floppy beret and thick scarf, like she’d only bothered to change her shoes before coming to see him. Her skin and hair were as white as the snow on her clothes, and she was noticeably flushed from the temperature outside. In her hand was a steaming mug of take-away coffee. As she laid eyes on Seto, her face lit up.

“Good morning, Mr Kaiba” she said brightly.  

Seto felt his mouth go dry, pressing out a curt:  

“Good morning, Ms Aoki”

At this point he wondered if he would ever get used to the sight of her. Ever since her first day in his employ, Seto had been awestruck by this small, soft-spoken woman. She was like nothing and no one he had ever met before, beautiful beyond words, but at the same time radiant with a light that had nothing to do with they way she looked.

The way he felt when he looked at her was wholly unlike his sentiment towards any other human, and it took him a while to figure out why. Only once he was back on the duelling field after their first meeting did he realise. The rush of reverence and admiration that his newest assistant inspired in him could only be compared to that which he felt towards the Blue Eyes White Dragon.

Seto wasn’t happy about it. He’d managed to go all his life without forming attachments, and it had been effortless since he didn’t particularly like people in general. But he enjoyed the company of Kisara Aoki, craved it even, and he had no idea how to handle that. The fact that she was his subordinate didn’t make the situation any easier, and it made it impossible to know if she actually liked to be around him or if she was just doing her job.

Yet her apparent affection and attentiveness towards him certainly didn’t give the impression of professional detachment. The way she smiled at him as she placed the take-away mug on his desk was genuinely warm, and Seto fought to keep himself from smiling back at her.

“What’s this?” He asked, careful to keep any emotion out of his voice.

It was a challenge, as her blushing cheeks and tousled hair were most becoming. She pushed a wayward white strand out of her forehead.

“You mentioned how you didn’t like the coffee here” She explained, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side “So I picked up a double espresso from the coffee shop around the corner instead”

Seto blinked at her. Thinking back, he did recall mentioning something at a meeting about the abysmal quality of coffee in this place. It had just been an off-handed complaint though, nothing serious, and definitely not something he’d expected anyone to take note of.

“That’s…thoughtful of you, Ms Aoki” he said lamely, grappling with how to respond to such a sweet gesture.

She beamed.

“I thought you might appreciate it”

“Yes…”  

Seto wanted to say something more appreciative, but words escaped him.

“I hope it’s not too strong or anything”

Kisara went on, looking a little self-conscious now.

“You seemed tired yesterday. I thought you might need it”

Nothing seemed to slip past her. While Seto was almost always stressed-out and sleep deprived, this week had been particularly harrowing. Of course, this meant that she had been busy, too. Still, she seemed to keep an eye out for how he was doing and had gone out of her way to try and help. For some reason, this display of care made Seto ache inside.

Without saying anything, he picked up the mug. Kisara watched on as he took a slow sip, then put it back down again.

“It’s perfect” He replied, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in spite of himself.

Kisara’s shoulders dropped.

“I’m glad”

She was trying to sound breezy.

Seto faltered. He wanted to let her know how much he valued her concern but couldn’t fathom how. Instead, he did what he knew, and reached for his check book.

“I’ll reimburse you” He said quickly “What does a cup of coffee cost? 50 dollars?”

Kisara giggled, her laugh clear and pleasant. When she did, her nose scrunched up and she got little dimples on either side of her smiling mouth. This made Seto feel warm in a way that had nothing to do with the hot coffee he’d just swallowed.

“Goodness no, Mr Kaiba” She said amusedly “Sometimes I do wonder what planet you rich people live on”

Seto looked at her, confused. Kisara shook her head.

“Never mind. But please don’t feel the need to pay me back. Just think of it as a bit of encouragement at the end of a long week”

As she moved, drops of melted snow dripped off her coat and scarf onto Seto’s desk. She instantly jumped back.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Mr Kaiba”

Her eyes widened, and the redness across her pale cheeks intensified. The water had only got on the very edge of the wooden surface, and Seto made a hand movement like he was trying to motion someone off a ledge.

“It’s fine, don’t – “

Kisara looked mortified; her hands clasped in front of her face. Without really thinking, Seto took the kerchief from his suit pocket and proceeded to wipe down the desk. It was probably the first time he had ever cleaned any part of his office himself, but he just wanted to ease Kisara’s anxiety.

“There” he said, putting the kerchief aside and looking up at his assistant.

Her appearance was still a little fraught, not to mentioned puzzled, but calmer.

“Thank you”

Her smile returned, though somewhat embarrassed this time.

“You’ll have to forgive me for just barging in like this, Mr Kaiba. Look at the state of me…”

She looked down at her wet outerwear, which Seto now noticed had also dripped onto the carpet beneath her. He didn’t mind any of it. If anything, he caught himself privately enjoying seeing her so flustered.

“Don’t worry about it” He said, holding back a smirk “Go and get yourself changed”

Kisara blinked in surprise. Seto didn’t usually order her around quite so directly. If it had affronted her, though, she didn’t show it.

“Yes, Mr Kaiba”

She slunk out of the office, taking the soaked kerchief with her.

Seto sank back in his desk chair, pensively sipping his espresso while images of the blushing Kisara lingered in his head.

***

An urgent board meeting was called, and so Seto didn’t see his assistant again for the rest of the morning.

Sometimes, she would be the one to drop off necessary documents or bring refreshments, but during top-level conferences only senior executives were allowed to attend. This also meant that the whole thing was a dreary, frustrating affair, and Seto came out of it feeling like someone had tried to get through his skull with a hammer and nail.

At times like these he didn’t much like being a CEO. He found himself wishing that he could just hand all the boring responsibilities over to someone else and focus on his duelling and his inventions instead. It was all just an idle daydream, of course, as Seto would rather die than give up his position of power and the company he had invested most of his life in. But it was comforting, on the most straining days, to remind himself that he could theoretically just walk away from it all should he want to.

Back in his office, the snowfall outside had ceased. The clouds had parted, and the sun shone down on a Domino City covered in white. It was a spectacular view, but Seto looked down at the world below thinking that he’d rather draw the blinds on the whole thing. The sharp light made his headache worse, and there was still so much work that he needed to be done.

A knock on the door interrupted his racing train of thought.

“Yes?” He called irritably.

As Kisara Aoki entered the room for the second time that day, he regretted responding so tetchily.  

She looked unperturbed.

“I’m sorry if I disturbed you, Mr Kaiba. I just came to ask if you wanted some lunch?”

She was wearing her regular work uniform now, a black pencil skirt and vest over a blue dress shirt. The starched collar had been buttoned all the way up, and Kisara had tied her long hair back into a silver braid that hung down her back like a tail.

Seto knew that the way he looked at her in that outfit wasn’t proper. The way that skirt clung to her legs and waist, and the tightness of the vest over her chest took his thoughts to places that the HR department would have strongly objected to.

Not that he cared what they thought. It was a matter of self-restraint, of not letting himself give in to feelings and urges that he might not be able to repress should he indulge them.

Had he been convinced that she would reject his advances, dismissing those desires would have been much easier. He would never approach her out of turn. But as things stood, he couldn’t dismiss the possibility that she’d be all too willing to let him fulfil every one of his feverish fantasies of her. And that was dangerous.

“Mr Kaiba?”

Seto snapped back to reality. He realised that he’d been staring, and silently prayed to every god he didn’t believe in that his gaze had been nowhere near where his mind had been.

“I don’t think I have the time”

His voice came out harsher and more dismissive than intended.

Kisara frowned, a flash of worry in her brilliant blue eyes. She surveyed him in silence for a moment before she spoke.

“Forgive me, Mr Kaiba, but I really think you should eat something”

She took a couple of steps further into the room.

“If there’s anything I can do to help you free up some time, I’ll gladly do it”

The earnestness in her voice made Seto soften.

“I don’t mean to underestimate your capabilities, Ms Aoki” He replied, doing his best to sound kind “but unless you’re an expert at holographics…”

She smiled sympathetically.

“No, I’m afraid I’d be working in the wrong department if I was”

Seto nodded.

“Quite”

He remained by the window, hesitant to move any closer to her in case his mind decided to run away with him again.

The room fell silent while Kisara looked over some of the documents that lay scattered on his desk. She looked as though she was lost in thought, eyes scanning over the files without really seeming to see them. Seto was just about to ask her about it when she spoke again.

“This may sound stupid…”

Her voice was low and soft. She placed one hand on the desk for support, then looked up at Seto.

“Go on”

He didn’t really care if whatever she was about to say was stupid. The twinkle in her eye as the idea came over her was enough for him to want to listen.

“…but you don’t think it would help you solve these problems if you explained them to me?”

She shifted back onto her feet, balancing expertly in her high heels.

“Explain them?”

Seto walked up to his desk, careful to stay on the other side from Kisara. Still, he came close enough that he could see the slight tremor in her hands, and wonder if they were because of him, and whether it was good or bad.

“Sometimes” Kisara continued, fiddling with her braid “When you’re stuck trying to figure something out, it helps to talk about it with someone else. Even if that someone happens to be…well, completely ignorant”

Seto considered this.

“And you’d be willing to just sit here and listen to me talk about incomprehensible things?” He asked, distinctly sceptical.

While the general idea wasn’t bad, Seto highly doubted he’d get any work done with Kisara next to him. Especially not if she kept looking at him as fondly as she was now.

“I like to listen to you”

This slip of the tongue seemed to take her by surprise as much as it did Seto. His eyes widened a little, and Kisara looked down, flushing.

“Gosh, I’m sorry, what an odd thing to say”

Seto’s brain had turned to static, short-circuited. The only thing that came out of him was:

“You apologise too much”

“Huh?”

Kisara looked endearingly flustered and perplexed, and some of Seto’s usual self-assuredness came flooding back to him.

“You keep acting like you’re inconveniencing me, Ms Aoki” He said, just a touch impatiently “I assure you that if that was the case, you would no longer be here”

He gauged her reaction. Her gaze wavered, and she looked somewhat unsure of herself. In the end, however, she met his eye steadily and with a smile.

“Thank you, Mr Kaiba. I’ll keep that in mind”

She leaned down and picked up a thick pile of documents.

“Shall we get started, then?”

[tobiosmilktea]

ahh omg requests are opened !! can i request atsumu, iwa, kenma, and tsukki angst to fluff kinda thing where they get into a big fight and the boys blow up on the reader but make up at the end? pls make me cry but also go “💘🥺”,, thank you so much !!!

- 🧋

kiss and make up with atsumu, iwaizumi, kenma, and tsukishima

— m. atsumu

being with atsumu,, it’s no surprise that you two occasionally get into a few arguments here and there

they honestly range from the tiniest little, insignificant things from what to get for dinner to whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza aka things most people probably wouldn’t even bat an eye at

you were used to it considering how atsumu is, but his personality is what you liked most about him with how he’s constantly having you on your feet —never knowing what he’ll do next

they’re quiet funny at the end of the day and that back and forth banter is just another way you two show how much you care about each other

with that being said, no matter what you two are arguing about, it’s always lighthearted and not so serious

that’s why it honestly took you by surprise how atsumu’s typically nonchalant and teasing nature whenever you guys “argue” over something was something you’ve never seen before

very rarely did you ever see this man get incredibly angry and you’ve even seen all of his games where things weren’t going right

and perhaps that’s where the root of this argument started in the first place

dating a famous division 1 volleyball player who is well loved and respected, it’s hard being able to spend the proper time with him when he’s constantly travelling or getting recognized whenever you two are out on a date

you weren’t exactly complaining about this problem to atsumu after he came back from a tiresome and strenuous day of practice as you knew that it was going to be like this when you two first met

if anything, it was just a concern you voiced out that you obviously weren’t expecting him to solve with a snap of his fingers

“and what the fuck do you want me to do about it, (y/n)?” he snapped at you, venom coated his words like tar

you looked at him with widened eyes as a mixture of confusion and utter offense melted upon your expression

atsumu was notorious for using foul language on a daily basis, but never had he ever swore at you and it’s safe to say you like to keep that same energy with him

you scoffed at him, still a bit dumbfounded, “i’m not expecting you to fix anything over night, i was just saying.”

“as if i already didn’t know how hard it is to find time to spend together.”

“so, are you just treating me like an idiot now?”

it was late, you were tired just as much as atsumu was and you certainly weren’t in the mood to argue with him anymore

before you could even let him answer, you walked away from him and entered your bedroom withy a slammed door

you hated going to bed angry, but there honestly wasn’t anymore moral within you to even continue whatever leftover conversation between you and atsumu

perhaps giving time for something this to simmer until the morning would be enough to make sure your fatigue wasn’t blurring your thoughts knowing how dangerous misunderstandings can be

a few minutes later, atsumu enters the room, eyes scanning over your figure beneath the sheets as your breathing subsided

he thought you were fast asleep, but your mind was still awake and racing with the worse case scenarios. it made it so much more difficult now that atsumu laid beside you

he would wrap his arms around you, “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have yelled at you.” whispering in a hushed, muffled voice. you could feel the way his lips pecked at you shoulder then up to your temple

you weren’t sure if he knew you were awake or not as you swore he could’ve heard your heart pounding

without uttering another word, you turn towards him, burying your head into the crook of his neck

you were just glad his warmth was still here

— i. hajime

you believe one of your biggest flexes within your relationship with iwa is that you two rarely argue or get into childish fights

sure, there were disagreements here and there, but most of them were minuscule decisions on what outfit to where that day or what restaurant you two wanted to eat at. most of which would be decided with a harmless game of rock, paper, scissors or nose goes lmao

other than constantly bickering with oikawa, iwaizumi isn’t really the type to get into shouting contests with you unlike with his best friend (most of which is started by oikawa anyway)

because of this, you weren’t really expecting to get into a fight with your boyfriend, and yet, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to him doing so

at the end of the day, you always ended up being the moderator of iwaizumi and oikawa’s loud back and forth banter if things got too rowdy

so never in a million years were you expecting oikawa to be taking your place at this very moment

poor dude doesn’t know what to do

he’s used to third wheeling you and iwa being all lovey dovey, but now that you two were in the midst of a midafternoon shouting contest, he’s completely dumbfounded

oikawa couldn’t help but feel bad for you as technically the whole reason why you and iwaizumi were arguing in the first place was because of him

long story short, iwa was sick and tired of oikawa flirting with you all the time despite only doing it to tease him

you were well aware of this as well, playing along with oikawa’s flirts just to tease your boyfriend

you didn’t see any harm in it as you made it very clear the moment you confessed to iwaizumi that you liked him and not his best friend (who you more or less saw as a brother over anything)

“listen, i’m sorry i was only playing around.” you apologize, throat already aching from the amount of stress you had already put on it

“if you were only playing around, then you wouldn’t be flirting with him everyday!” spat iwaizumi as he flickering a harsh look to oikawa who backed a good six feet away from you two (social distancing king lmao)

you honestly didn’t know what to say as a lump formed in your throat, rendering you speechless. granted, he had a point, but how couldn’t he overlook the way you only had eyes for him? the way you would “flirt” with oikawa they always tended to be backhanded, the way you would always kiss iwa after each of oikawa’s attempts to flirt, or how you would constantly remind him how much you loved him

it hurt slightly knowing how it was all overlooked by harmless teases

regardless,, it had to stop

before you could  apologize once more and say you’ll stop, iwaizumi huffs, “just say that you wanted him the entire time and not me.” before walking away entirely

your eyes widened, turning over towards a distanced oikawa who had the same look of surprise before motioning a hand towards your boyfriend, “well, go after him!”

with missing a beat, you ran down the block to catch up to iwaizumi, spreading your arms and throwing it around him as you bury your face into his back

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that.” your voice muffled into his uniform shirt, “i only like you, iwa, you have to believe me.”

your hands that were firmly clasped together to prevent him from breaking out of your embrace was slowly pulled apart by iwaizumi, feeling his entire body turn to face towards you

“idiot,” he muses with that same embrace

— k. kenma

i don’t think argument are common between you and kenma

he’s probably too preoccupied with playing video games or sleeping to even bother starting a fight over mindless disagreements

you were glad that you didn’t have to deal with such burdens of fighting with your significant other, but at the same time, you believed that small disagreements in relationships showed just how much you cared for the other

it showed how they were looking out for you if you were to ever make a terrible decision, and yet kenma would only bat an eye at you and shrug whenever you ask him for advice

in the end, you’d end up fucking something up or get hurt

or whenever you’d ask your boyfriend what he thinks about a specific outfit, he barely spare your a glance before uttering the words, “yeah, looks great babe.”

it sounded almost crazy to say, but sometimes you wished for you and kenma to get into arguments sometimes

not ones so serious it would lead to a significant gap within your relationship, but rather the ones the led for you guys to communicate more

besides, it’s not like you guys communicate a lot in the first place

you first brought up this concern when you came over to his apartment to which he was (surprise surprise) still playing video games

you didn’t mind about his hobbies as that’s what he liked most, but sometimes you just wished he would give you the proper attention for once

“hey,” you’d call out to him in the dark room, shaking a plastic bag in your hand in the hopes it would capture his attention, “i bought takoyaki!”

and to your low expectations, kenma simply hums as he clicks rapidly at his keyboard

your brows furrow as you pondered to yourself, what will get his attention?

“i also brought my boyfriend with me!” you lied just to see if his expression would even change

and what do ya know, it doesn’t. it’s the same focused deadpan on his computer screen, “no you didn’t, your boyfriends right here?”

you were at the end of your rope

“then why doesn’t my boyfriend come over here and act like it?” you hissed, “last time i checked, boyfriends get excited whenever they see their significant other and not over genshin characters.”

now that was a bite to kenma’s ego as he finally pulled his eyes away from the screen and towards you. “what?” he says, confused.

“do you even like me anymore?”

kenma scoffs almost dumbfounded, “of course i do, how could you say that?”

“because i experience it everyday, kenma.” you confess, fighting to keep your heavy gaze onto your boyfriend as he approaches you. “every time i come by i always see you at your desk in front of your computer. you never greet me first and unless i verbally say something, you probably won’t even notice that i’m here.” you voice broke slightly

“i-i’m sorry, (y/n)—”

“do you ever stop and think of the fact that the only times we see each other if from me visiting you? if i were just to stop one day i’d figure we wouldn’t even have a relationship in the first place.” you sigh as you shook your head, “you probably wouldn’t even notice, anyway.”

almost immediately does kenma wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace, almost as if he feared that you would disappear if he were to let go in the slightest

he places a kiss on your forehead before resting his own against yours, “i don’t ever want to hear those words come from you every again, (y/n). i’m so so sorry, i’ll promise to be better.”

you melted within his embrace, feigning a smile from appearing as you quickly give him a peck before remembering that the bag of food you bought was still in your hand

“let’s start by eating before the food gets cold.”

— t. kei

unlike the rest of the previously mentioned boys, arguments are pretty common between you and tsukishima considering his nature

he’s constantly teasing and making fun of you, but all of which were just jokes not meant to be taken seriously and you were well aware of this too

it’s probably the main reason why tsuki found himself so enamored with you as you constantly matched his energy 

you two were shockingly similar with your humor and your smugness, but the main differences between the two of you was you academics

it’s not surprise how tsukishima is always at the top of his class while you’re always at the bottom of it

considering this, the majority of your dates during the week with him are usually study dates or normal dates that end with the two of  you either at the library or each other’s houses studying material for the following day’s test

it was clear that in order to date each other, you both had to have patience

you weren’t exactly the fastest learner and you easily got distracted with things around you that you’re honestly surprised that tsukishima’s nonexistent patience was still up and active

besides, he loved you. he had to understand your difficulties as most of the time you can’t help it, but at the same time his personality was like treading on broken glass

usually he had enough patience to last an entire two hour study session with you, but today was oddly different

nothing was going right with tsukishima’s day and he just got absolutely annoyed with every little thing from a person bumping into him in the halls to a stain on his uniform that you could barely even notice

right now, this was the tenth time he found you tuning him out and daydreaming

his knuckled turned alabaster from the pressure of squeezing his mechanical pencil. he huffed, trying to calm himself down as he rubbed his aching temples

“(y/n), were you even listening to what i was—”

“do you think giraffes know where other giraffes are from?” you interrupted him with another one of your mindless tangents, “like considering how the pattern of a giraffe’s fur depends on what regent they’re from, do you think a giraffe from southern africa could tell if another if from western africa—”

tsukishima was at his limit, “can’t you just shut the fuck up and focus for five minutes, (y/n)?” he shouts at you, “i swear, you wouldn’t be failing if you just listened for once.”

he huffs out in annoyance, completely ignoring the way the brightness in your expression fell into a frown

you weren’t mad as you honestly couldn’t blame him. having learning difficulties and a short attention span was burdening you boyfriend so much that he isn’t even obligated to be doing this for you

he was sacrificing his time tutoring you and you’re just wasting it

“i’m sorry i can’t learn as easily as you,” you mutter softly, picking up your things quickly

tsukishima gives you a look of confusion, “w-where are you going?”

“thanks for all your help, but i can’t keep wasting your time like this.” you say as you zipped up your backpack and left

the next day you walked to school alone. usually you would be walking with tsukishima and yamaguchi, but it seemed like even tadashi wasn’t there to wait outside your house either

you weren’t able to hide your melancholy as you entered your classroom, slightly glad that tsukishima and yamaguchi weren’t here yet to see your expression

it allowed you time to pull yourself together, and yet, that time alone was cut short as the two walked in

you briefly flicker them a look fast enough that they don’t notice, but long enough for you to see yamaguchi patting his best friend on the back with encouragement

tsukishima had something in his hands, but you were too far away to construe them

you looked back down to your desk, fiddling with you pencil and pretending as if you were thinking about what to write next

it was then did footsteps approach, arriving right next to you with a presence so unwavering

you gulped, hoping that it wasn’t who you thought it was as you looked it

of course it just had to be that one lanky boy with glasses and messy blond hair to be standing by your side

he was holding a stuffed giraffe and a small white box with string neatly tied around it

“i’m sorry for blowing up on you,” he bursts out his apology, “i know you have a hard time and i should’ve remembered that you can’t help it.”

he places the giraffe plushy and box onto your desk

“it’s an masai giraffe since i remembered you liking their unique fur pattern and i also got you strawberry short cake this morning before they ran out that’s why i wasn’t there to walk you to school.” tsukishima continues explaining, “i just hope you’re not angry with me.”

you felt a smile creeping up to your lips as you shook your head, “i could never.”

[sukirichi]

earned it [07]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. explicit smut, pool sex, slight angst, i miss naoya :(, mafia business, mentions of blood, lots of drama, mentions of death and murder

note. IDEK ANYMORE. lmao anyways do you guys want faster updates or do you guys want to wait? i can finish the series next week and then we can move on to white lies 😈

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The three of you were seated back at your tables, where the whole dancing fiasco had thankfully ended. Satoru noticed nothing of your behavior – either he was really clueless, or you were a damn good actor – the guy was much too invested with the files Nanami was currently showing.

For a moment, you let yourself loosen as you took a deep breath. The account was much more important than whatever Nanami was scheming.

“I think I may have found where the real money is, or treasure, we should say, since none of us can really figure out what the Zen’ins might be hiding. And from the looks of it, considering Naoya had no idea about what his family kept prior to his death, this is something only his elders wanted to know about,” Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, sliding a photo of an unsuspecting white manor that you hadn’t seen in a long time. “And it’s been right under our nose the whole time.”

“That’s one of our islands,” you replied with a furrowed brow, “Are you saying you traced the source back there? But that’s impossible, we haven’t used that island for years and even Naoya told me he was going to sell it because it was of no use to us. It’s not on commercial waters and there’s no local people around either. That island is in the middle of nowhere.”

“This is exactly why it’s the best place to hide things – because no one would ever suspect this seemingly harmless middle of nowhere could contain their assets.”

Satoru, who’d kept silent the whole time, inched closer to you. His cologne wafting off to you eased you for a moment – purely because it was familiar – and even though you despised saying it, you were thankful he was here. Currently, the blond man posed a bigger threat, the difference being that Nanami actually had leverage against you while you had more control over Satoru.

You sighed. If Naoya was here, things would’ve been so much better. He never lost his composure in figuring things out on his own. But now that he was gone, now that he’d never be coming back, you had be responsible for his sake, but mostly for yours.

“Take a look at this. The nearest land is a small, uncharted city from Brazil’s outskirts. I’ve been illegally transporting weaponry and firearms somewhere near there since our family started the business – it’s the easiest place to sneak in things without getting caught. All you need to do is pay a few fishermen and they’ll easily transport our load from one place to another, no questions asked,” Satoru announced, seemingly deep in thought as he rubbed his chin. “It would make sense if the Zen’in clan elders found this place useful too. It’s basically a hot site for criminals.”

“But we don’t operate this way. The Zen’in elders are too prideful to handle transactions like this. They would’ve chosen a more…discreet yet formal way of handling things.”

“How does an underwater passage sound?” Nanami pushed the other photo aside to reveal a blurry snap of what seemed like a tunnel under the sea. On the surface, it looked just like an abandoned rig, but it stretched too long, the exterior already covered in mold and seaweed. “About 80 years ago, the Zen’in Clan leader at that time was often heavily targeted by their enemies in business that they preferred to travel under the sea. If my theory is correct, right under that island would be another base of some sort that allows the clan leaders move from one country to another while remaining undetected.”

“So that’s how they easily sent their own shit overseas…”

“It would be a very sound conclusion to assume so,” Nanami crossed his arms at Satoru’s musings, “However, that’s all I know. All I can tell you is where I last got the signal for the source – which is about seven years ago, and a few months right after Toji Zen’in was disowned by his family when Naobito took over. It would also be near around the time he met his wife and had his child, which would increase the possibilities that he may have stored something in this island for his son’s future. Again, it could be money, gold – we don’t really know,” he nodded your way, a sense of finality behind those blue eyes that had now looked so menacing when once it brought you comfort – reassurance. “How you get there is all up to you.”

Something didn’t feel right.

“If the elders really wanted to hide this place, they wouldn’t have passed the rights of the island into my inheritance when Naoya died. They surely wouldn’t have wanted me to find out about this.”

“I could think of two things,” Satoru proposed, “It’s either they trust your potential enough as the clan leader to replace Naoya, or they didn’t think you’d care anyway.”

You let his words sink in. The clan elders have never bothered much with you. They were too prideful about “saving face” and “keeping up images” that they couldn’t even let a word of insult slip past their lips under the belief they were above that. But you weren’t stupid; they had never approved of your marriage to Naoya. An outsider like you, suddenly becoming a part of their family when they could’ve had your husband marry a family friend?

They may have kept silent about their dislike to you, but one way or another, they were going to take action for it.

Knowing the Zen’ins, being a Zen’in, you knew there was one thing they hated the most: not being in control.

“Neither,” you finally concluded while mumbling down at your lap. The theory was hazy, incomplete, based only on mere emotions but slowly, you were coming together to piece it. You felt Satoru turn your way, his large hand caressing your knee as if coaxing the words out of you. “It’s neither. Naoya’s elders…they never liked me. It’s been made pretty clear to me that I’m dispensable without my husband, and I will never be a Zen’in in their eyes. I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked me to give up all my inheritance from Naoya because I’m not related to them by blood.”

The silence in the table stretched.

No matter how grandiose the hotel restaurant may be, you felt suffocated in that seat. How didn’t you realize it sooner? You were in a land that stretched past your territory, with both men accompanying you people you couldn’t wholeheartedly trust, while your husband rotted away back at home – probably covered in dust and not even given a proper burial like he deserved.

There was only one way out of this, to put an end to everything. It would prove to be a daunting task, but you didn’t have a choice. No, in fact, this was your only choice if you wanted to survive.

Satoru’s voice softened upon seeing the grimness of how you turned mum. “I’ll follow you wherever you go. I promise to help you in finding out whatever is in there,” he met your eyes; yours filled with contempt, with fear, with desperation, and his filled with regret. “It’s the least I could do…after everything I’ve done to you.”

You took a deep breath.

You couldn’t lie to yourself. There was no way you could trust him with his empty promises. He’d shown enough times that he wasn’t a man of his word, and you’d be a fool to fall for it again. However, Nanami’s glance was curious and suspecting, hiding his true colors with an innocent gesture of sipping his wine. He may seem unbothered and only here to ‘help’, but this man was cunning, possibly more so than Naoya could ever be, and one wrong move would be similar to stepping on a land mine.

Satoru received no response from you, and soon the three of you were standing outside the hotel’s lobby to escort Nanami back where he came from. The dinner was tense, so much so that you’d unknowingly been clutching Satoru’s bicep the whole time.

He tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to life as he gestured to his phone. “Sorry, it’s Geto.”

“Oh,” you muttered and stepped away from him, feeling your heart sink in your chest as you watched him retreat behind the glass doors. Beside you, Nanami snickered.

“Made up your mind, agent?” he taunted, “This is your final chance to prove yourself. Gather enough intel for us to intrude whatever that mighty clan is hiding underneath that island, surrender Gojo to us, and we’ll give you everything as promised.”

You faced him with fiery eyes, prepared for whatever he’d throw your way when he showed you that cursed red coin again. Realizing its power, the true meaning it held, you immediately shut your lips. It must’ve satisfied to know he was the one in charge here, and how could he not be when your life was literally at the palm of his hands, your days growing more numbered if you didn’t follow everything he asked for?

If you had just…if you had just done everything the Organization had asked you for, you wouldn’t have been here. You wouldn’t have felt this torn.

Nanami flipped the coin before tucking it into his pocket, sending one last salute your way. He hailed a cab and disappeared afterwards, leaving you alone to ponder over the consequences of your actions, your emotions. For the first time in his life, Naoya had lied to you.

He wasn’t correct when he said you were strong.

Because after all this time, you still held onto something that you should’ve let go of a long time ago, and you had nothing but your weak, sensitive, hopeless heart to blame for. Said hurdle appeared not long afterwards, his touch warm on your shoulder as he gazed at the empty spot beside you.

“Oh, Nanami left,” he noted, turning your shoulders to him until you were completely exposed. There was no more hiding from him, or more like you didn’t have enough energy to. You felt dull, tiredness lining your eyes and lips pressed into a flat line. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

Ten days. That was how much you’ve wasted your time here in Milan, and you weren’t even remotely close to figuring things out. Your resources were much more limited the farther you were from the Zen’in Estate, and your lawyer was a family one, meaning they held more loyalty to the actual Zen’ins instead of law-affiliated people like you were.

Simply put, you were all alone to solve this by yourself.

Satoru promised to help, but he kept disappearing in the morning along with Geto. You never asked where they went or what they did; it simply didn’t matter anymore.

You would only spend hours locked in your room as you researched everything you could on your private island near Brazil. Just like Satoru said, it seemed like the perfect place to hide things for the spot seemed remote enough to offer privacy for the family’s getaway. You could somewhat recall Naoya proposing once to take you there for your honeymoon, but business got in the way, and it wasn’t like you truly trusted him then to spend such an intimate with him that you said no.

Sighing, you put all the papers away. Not even a single clue led you to what could be possibly be there, but there was an underwater passage. The fact the Zen’ins was capable of building that made you wonder just what the extent of their powers and influence stretched to, and you contemplated for a bit if you could hold that same ability now that you had his name.

Whatever was there, you would look for it.

Your mission was clear – the success of it would determine the fate of your life. Find out what they’re hiding, surrender Satoru Gojo to the Organization, and then everything would be over.

It sounded simple, yet your heart knew it wasn’t. Naoya died with the confidence of his trust over you, the trust you worked so hard to earn. But wasn’t that point? You needed him to trust you for you to be able to pull this mission off, but things happened, emotions and conscience got in the way, and you banged your knuckles on the table until your ring throbbed on your finger.

You just wanted it all to end. You never meant to hurt Naoya, never meant to betray anyone, but it fucking pissed you off that Naoya wasn’t the real problem. He wasn’t the one holding you back.

With not much thought to your next actions, you slipped past the guards and into the pool that had long been closed since 10PM. Being at your room’s tub reminded you of memories you’d rather forget, and you slowly undid your robe and stepped out of your underwear before dipping in the cold, freezing water.

It felt good. It may have been temporary, but the numbing bite of the water helped you feel more placated. Even for a little while, it was nice to not worry about anything. There were no titles, no mafia drama, no anything, just you and the water that you would’ve easily fooled yourself to be simply enjoying your little trip in Milan until –

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You had me worried sick,” You sighed. Of course. Opening your eyes, you raised a brow as Satoru towered over you, a standard hotel towel in his arms. He’d change out of his suit and into cotton shorts and a shirt this time around, possibly on his way to sleep when he realized the room was empty. With no energy to deal with him, you swam away from the man, earning a groan in response. “What the hell is your problem? You’ve been acting weird ever since Nanami came. Listen, if this is about that island, you don’t have to worry too much about anything. I have enough people and resources to help you in every step of the way.”

You ignored him. After everything that happened, what was there to talk about anymore? Even if you told him everything, he might not understand.

So you swam in the middle of the pool, thankful that it was dark enough from the maintenance shutting the lights off that Satoru struggled to find you. However, you’d underestimated him because soon you heard the splashing of the water, and you were harshly tugged by the wrist before Satoru cornered you at the edge of the pool.

He was breathing hard; both of you were, and tried to push past his chest, only to be met with a solid plane of muscle that wouldn’t budge. You sighed and turned away from him, covering your exposed chest with your arms.

“Whatever Naoya is looking for…you’ll find it, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious,” the scorn in his tone had been so biting you turned back to him, about to hit him with something, scold him for something, but your words died down in your throat before you even had the chance to.

Satoru hadn’t been demanding. His face, illuminated by the moonlight, made his azure eyes twinkle like stardust exploding. Once in your life, you found so much comfort into staring at such beauty, but that was when everything was still a perfect lie. Funny how the truth ruined everything for its darkness, and you could only look back at him weakly, throat running dry from all the emotions that threatened to pour out of you.

Regret and desperation was written all over his face.

“Please,” he rested his forehead on yours, eyes closed as he mumbled, “You’re not alone in this. I don’t want to ask for much because I know I don’t deserve it, but please at least understand you don’t have to solve everything on your own. You’re not…you’re not alone. I’m here now.”

“When you left me,” your voice cracked, “It’s because you thought I wouldn’t love you anymore if I found out your true nature,” Satoru opened his eyes, anxiety swimming in those eyes that had once been so sweet. Perhaps he still held that sweetness now, albeit it was less tender and more cautious as he waited for you to continue. “If I told you about every sin I’ve committed, the name of each person I killed and everything I’ve done, would you stay with me? Or would you leave me again, only this time it’s because you think I’m no longer someone you could love?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” was all you said before you felt a tear prick the back of your eyes. You didn’t want him to see, god, you wanted to disappear in that moment you couldn’t think of anything else. Crashing your lips to his, you brought him down by the back of his neck to hide the tears freely falling from your face.

He froze for a split second before he eagerly pushed back, clenching the pool edges with his hands so hard his knuckles turned white. You were panting, moaning in his mouth as he pressed you harder against the edge, skin to skin, breath to breath, soul to soul.

Threading your hands to his hair, you grinded down on his shorts where he was already beginning to grow hard. Satoru groaned inside your mouth from your teasing but made no move to stop to – after all, why would he want to stop? It had been years, seven fucking years, and even you wouldn’t want to stop. It was wrong, it was dirty, it was immoral – but you needed this. You needed this more than ever.

Satoru’s hands tickled your waist as he squeezed them harsher than he intended, his calloused fingers travelling until he was kneading your breasts. You pulled away from him, head thrown back to rest on the edge.

And it was romantic.

The moon had never been so big, sprinkles of star shining in the vast darkness, the scene just perfect for two lovers in a getaway from the harshness of life. You knew it wasn’t real and the spell would break sooner than later, but did it matter? He rolled your beaded nipples into his fingers before he ducked down, lips suctioned to suck heavy bruises on the sensitive patch of skin on your neck that had you twitching in his hold.

Along with your moans, you cried harder. From heartbreak, from regret, from guilt; there was no turning back from this.

“Satoru, please, please, please. Make me feel better, make me feel good, I just want to forget everything.”

He nodded eagerly against your neck, letting your eager hands help him push his shorts down before his cock sprang free. His length grazed your lower abdomen for a moment, though he didn’t waste any time in entering your hole. You gritted your teeth at the intrusion, nails dug so hard in his shoulders that he bled.

The both of you had your foreheads connected, noses brushing and breaths mixing as you moaned and he sighed, eyes shut tight from finally being engulfed in your warmth.

“Right there, ‘Toru, oh fuck.”

“F-fuck,” he hitched one of your legs to wrap around his waist, “You’re still so tight after all this time,” Satoru praised, molding his lips with yours once again. He picked up his pace and watched as you desperately clung from one surface to another – his shoulders, his hair, the edge of the pool, flailing your arms each time his deep thrusts knocked the wind out of you – breasts bouncing as he bounced you on his cock.

“You look so fucking beautiful – my sweet, sweet angel. I missed you, missed you so fucking much.”

You didn’t say anything. No words were needed to be exchanged; actions spoke louder than words. At least right now, you could promise you wouldn’t lie.

Pulling him down for another kiss, you bit down on his bottom lip to muffle your moans, too speechless at each movement of his dick grazing past your walls. Fuck, he still felt so good, still knew your body way too well and your pussy hugged him so tight like you didn’t ever want to let go.

But you knew you had to, even as he came inside you and brought you back to your room, uncaring of the dripping mess you’ve both made before he locked the door.

You forgot how many hours you spent underneath him writhing in his bed. He took you each way he wanted – knees folded beside your head, on your side where he whispered all the filthy things he’d been wanting to do to you while he took you from behind, or your head squished on the pillow as he repeatedly smacked your ass, pulling your ass cheeks apart to praise you on how you took him so well. Satoru didn’t stop; you knew what you were getting into the moment you pulled him into you, that his sex drive was insane and he’d take long to tire himself out.

By the time the first shy fingertips of the sunlight extending across the horizon arrived, you were emptily staring at the window, Satoru fast asleep beside you.

It was time.

Silently, you pulled his arm away from you and quickly got dressed. He seemed to still be deep in slumber, and you carried the only bag previously packed with everything you might need. You were on the process of wearing your stilettos when he stirred awake, sleepily eyeing you from the bed you both devoted yourselves to in pleasuring one another.

“Where are you going?”

“Away,” you answered, tight-lipped. “From you.”

“Why?”

“Because…I lied,” you inhaled sharply, gloved hands frozen on the golden knobs.

Just open it, you screamed at yourself, walk away before it’s too late.

But you couldn’t move, pathetic that even after everything Naoya had worked so hard for, you still remained a slave to your past.

“No matter how much I hate everything you’ve done to me, I can’t bring myself to forget I once loved you. Maybe I still do – I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m not as strong as I thought I was,” you cried, losing grip on the bag before it fell. You watched emptily as all the contents poured out – your money, your clothes, your phone, your ring – it all served as a reminder of who you were, of who you’d forgotten to be, of who you were supposed to be.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I don’t have enough strength to kill you.”

“Hey, angel,” he cooed, reaching you in three long strides before he caged you in his arms. Satoru was so warm, so strong, and the safety he provided you with only made you cry harder. You wanted to hate him, wanted to keep lying yourself since you’d been doing a great job at doing that for the past seven years, but it wasn’t that easy. Deep down…you still harbored the most miniscule affection, and that enough was capable of destroying you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” you whispered brokenly as you banged a weak fist to his chest, “Everything is wrong.”

Finavice Pharmaceuticals didn’t disappoint.

You were beyond impressed the moment you stepped through the door, a horde of eager chemists guiding you through the upper floors. Finavice was one of the biggest – if not the biggest – companies that were known for harboring the rarest or hard to get elements that not even you and Naoya could get your hands on.

Not by yourselves, anyway, so you took it upon yourself to strike a sponsorship to their research program in developing a cure to cancer under the guise of being an advocate to the improvement of the medical field.

Truthfully, you just wanted to please Naoya, show him you were useful and that he didn’t need to kill you. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and there you were, your prettiest smile plastered on as you scanned the towering buildings with unmasked interest.

“Here is the laboratory for the Finavice Pharmaceuticals where we test…”

“Mrs. Zen’in?”

The entire team stopped as a tall man, cloaked in a beige suit instead of a lab coat appearhed out of nowhere. Judging by how everyone had ducked their heads down and turned silent, you could only guess he must be the boss. Flashing your most charming smile, you hitched your bag higher up your arm. “Yes?”

“May I have a word with you?”

You fought the urge to sigh. His question was spoken much more of a statement that you weren’t really given a room to decline, and the young chemists gazed at you curiously under their lashes.

Not wanting to create a commotion that would lead into unwanted attention, you nodded, following the man through a set of double doors, guarded by two heavily armed men from the outside.

The man, who was Kento Nanami, the founder of Finavice himself leaned back into his seat as he made himself comfortable. “So you signed a contract with us two weeks ago to partner on our latest medicine, am I right? I’ve read over your proposals and I must say, they are rather interesting and innovative. I didn’t expect that a businessman’s wife would be a chemist who is interested in expanding to the pharmaceuticals as well. The Zen’ins has never been much invested in that.”

Gladly accepting the tea he’d slid your way, you made sure to clink the teaspoon against the porcelain as you played along. “People change, Mr. Kento. My husband and I’s goals are rather different from their former, traditional ones. Surely, steel exchange couldn’t support us for the rest of our lives.”

“I can’t say no to that. Kudos to you and your husband for your rather…ambitious shared goals then.”

Your hand froze on the utensil, and you narrowed your eyes at him in warning. “Are you implying we should not have trusted you with this, Mr. Kento?”

“No, I am merely letting you know that your act won’t fool me,” he chuckled, leaning forwards to rest his chin on his clasped knuckles, his blue eyes growing dark and serious. “I know what you and your husband’s family does. The Organization knows a lot more about your actions than you think you know we do. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re only here because we’re the only company who has access to an element you need for your drug, isn’t that the case, Mrs. Zen’in?”

Well…this was certainly unexpected. You’ve been effortlessly deceiving countless businessmen, government leaders and officials even, that this took you by your surprise. Two could play at this game.

Even if he saw through you long ago, it wouldn’t take much to grab his letter opener that was right beside you and puncture it through a jugular vein. If his guards came, you could easily take them down too. Today was one of those few moments you were thankful for Naoya’s hellish training.

But you didn’t want him to feel satisfied, so you leaned back into your seat and crossed your leg over the other.

“If you knew this whole time, why didn’t you kill me already? A lot of people wouldn’t miss the chance to do so.”

Nanami chuckled. “It’s because like you, I’m not just a pioneer. I, too, have my goals and loyalty laid out for someone else. Most specifically, the Organization, an international collaborative effort of stopping and reducing mafia movement for the safety of our people. Obviously, I’ve been assigned in the Yakuza Division, and it’s no coincidence I read through your file. You are, after all, one of our precious targets.”

You stared at him boredly. Why couldn’t he just get straight to the point?

“Is this a threat? I’m not sure it’s working.”

“Oh, no, I’m not threatening you,” he snatched your tea and took a long sip from it, and it was the first time you learned of his habit of concealing his curious gaze through drinking; a perfect act to seem inconspicuous.

“I am offering you a path to redemption. You may fool everyone, but I know an unhappy woman when I see one, Mrs. Zen’in, and I can tell you find no pleasure in the life you live – running errands for your criminal husband, constantly fearing for your life, wishing you’d just been a regular person like everyone else…” At the lack of response, he took it a gesture for him to continue, and he set the cup down, pushing his glasses right back up his nose. “The Organization has labeled you a target, but I think you’re more of a victim caught in a series of unfortunate events. I merely wish to save you from it.”

You guffawed in laughter at his last statement.

“You men really are ridiculous!” you slapped your palm on his table, losing every bit of that elegant composure to be perfected by a Zen’in wife. “Always preaching about saving me and protecting me – what actually are you pathetic losers even capable of?”

Much to your dismay, Nanami didn’t seem the least bit affected by your mockery.

“Please, don’t group me in with your husband and your former lover. Unlike them, I harbor no interest in you as a woman, I only want to fulfill my duty as an Agent and save you not because you’re a damsel in distress, but rather because…I could kill two birds with one stone,” his eyes shone in mischief, and you swallowed in discomfort as he gazed you up and down.

You’ve had enough experience with being seen as a meal, but this was different. Nanami was viewing you like you were a secret weapon he intended on using as much as he could to achieve his goals.

“You are a very convenient woman, Mrs. Zen’in. Similar to how your husband adores your abilities, I would like to take advantage of your connections. The only difference between me and them is that I can actually give you something money can’t even buy.”

“Such as?”

“A second chance at a normal life.”

“What makes you think I’ll accept your offer? I’m the wife of a mafia leader – my loyalty resides in him.”

“Only because you fear for your life,” he flashed you a red coin, crescents of a Latin quote scripted inside. Mori quam foedari – death before dishonor.

“Join the Organization, Y/N. With your connections, we could easily take down these families and protect the country. Hand over Satoru Gojo and Naoya Zen’in to us, and I promise the Organization will do everything in its power to give you the life you always wanted. A safe, normal one. No more worrying about being killed as you ride your car, no more beating yourself up as you make drugs to promise your usefulness to your husband and no more pretending you are someone who you’re not,” he flipped the coin between his fingers, and tantalized, you couldn’t keep your eyes off it. “Don’t you want that? You’d be able to live freely if you cooperate with us.”

You could hear the gears in your head turning. Part of you would’ve assumed this was a trap had you not known better, but Naoya taught you that if something was a trap, it would sound too easy, too good.

None of this was easy. It would require facing a demon from your past and handling things differently than what Naoya had planned, but that wasn’t the worst.

It was the fact that if you accepted, you’d have to come home tonight and lie in the face of your husband who could easily read through you. He smelled lies and treachery before you could realize you were even thinking of doing something, and knowing Naoya, he wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes the instant he felt something was off.

But his offer… it was a risk you had to take. You wouldn’t ever get an opportunity like this again.

“Do you promise…that I’ll really go back to normal after this? That I won’t be involved in this mess anymore?”

“I can only promise that if you also promise to do your part. You see, I strongly believe you are the one that can put an end to this all. All you have to do is join us, and soon it’ll feel like this nightmare never happened at all. You’ll be free from Naoya Zen’in and Gojo Satoru before you realize it.”

You stared at his coin harder. Death before dishonor. This Organization he was a part of obviously didn’t fuck around, and it seemed scarier because they had their eyes on you for a while now. What were the odds they offered a deal instead of outright killing you, even going as far as to provide you a second chance at life, one that you genuinely wanted to enjoy? It would be a shame to say no, and even if the chances of this turning out well were low, you would damn well take it. A small chance was better than nothing.

“What do I have to do?”

Nanami grinned and pocketed his coin. “A very wise decision, Mrs. Zen’in,” he congratulated, “Please, meet me at my office tomorrow, eight on the dot. Oh, and remember, the Organization will now be watching you wherever you go. You’re one of us now.”

The next day, Nanami had cut your palm.

He spilled your blood into an empty metal casing with engraved letters, mori quam foedari, the phrase both comforting and ominous. Soon, you came home with your blood solidified into a coin to prove your membership and loyalty, that they quite owned you in more ways than one. Your blood meant your loyalty, and the coin felt heavy in your pocket with the implication it was also your blood they wouldn’t hesitate to spill should you betray them.

Mori quam foedari.

Death before dishonor.

Your life over Naoya’s, your future over Gojo’s.

The next few days had been tense. After telling Satoru everything down from the smallest detail, things had shifted between you. Quite frankly, you expected that maybe he’d kill you right then and there after explicitly stating that just because you couldn’t kill him, didn’t mean you wouldn’t turn him in.

“Angel,” he begged, “Will you never really give me the chance to do everything right this time around?”

However, you were too firm on your plans. You originally wanted to leave and go to the island yourself; it was easier to leave Satoru open and vulnerable for the Organization to attack him in your absence. He loved you, that was much clear, and if he looked for you, he’d make himself vulnerable to the Organization, but recent plans had to be altered now that he wasn’t willing to let go of you. Though no matter what he said, you valued your life and future more than you could ever love him.

It was an act of kindness to yourself.

“I don’t want this life anymore, Satoru. Either way, I don’t have a choice, not when I could die literally anytime before I could even say goodbye.”

It had been hours since ‘that’ talk and now you were on a plane back to Tokyo. You had to pull out some archives from Naoya’s files to know more about the island before you could visit it, and it was important for Satoru to know details such as security measures over there.

You’d long fallen asleep from exhaustion, bundled up in a fleece blanket while Geto glared at you.

“Are you sure about this, Sir? I think we should just keep her with us even if she doesn’t want to. The Gojo clan is powerful enough that no one would dare cross us. Not even this Organization she speaks of has ever done anything to us. Without her, they stand no chance against us,” he sat in front his boss and kept sending wary glances your way. “Letting her go like you did before wasn’t a good idea. She knows too much about everyone to live normally now. Do you really believe the Organization will protect her?”

“Knowing the strings the government could pull – and add on to the fact Nanami Kento, one of the richest men in this country works for them that it’s safe to assume each figure in them is a powerhouse – I don’t doubt their promise one bit.”

“But you’ll go to jail if you let her surrender you. Or worse, they’ll destroy the clan from the bottom up.”

“I know that, Geto.”

Geto groaned, brushing his hands through his hair from how indifferent his boss was being, drinking champagne as if he wasn’t willingly walking into his own death. “Then why aren’t you thinking more clearly about this? I understand you love her and you want to make it up to her, but we can’t let her do whatever she pleases! In order to keep herself safe, she’s going to sacrifice you! She’s dangerous, Sir, she’s been lying to her husband the whole time and who’s to say she isn’t capable of doing something worse to a stranger like you?”

“I told you already, Geto,” Satoru swirled the pink liquid in his flute, his face empty and unreadable. “I know.”

“With all due respect, Sir, I don’t agree with your decision. The clan would fall without you and you don’t have siblings or an heir. No one is powerful to hold the clan together aside from you so if you leave – there’s no more hope for us,” he sighed when Satoru didn’t budge. “I at least want you to reconsider your actions. She’s just a woman, Sir. It’s either we kill her or we imprison her. You let her go before because you believed she would be your downfall, and quite frankly, it’s happening all over again.”

Satoru gazed out the window, bringing the flute to his lips with a dark glint in his eye that Geto recognized meant trouble, or worse, an actual solution to this hellish situation.

“Which is why we’re going to pay an old friend a visit, Geto. There’s only one person who could turn the tables around.”

ADDITIONAL NOTE: TOJI IS COMING SOON!!! what are your theories on what might be on that island and *drum roll* WHO IS GOJO’S OLD FRIEND?! 

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[bakugoukatsukiswife]

You’re Mine

A/N: NONE OF Y’ALL COME FOR ME FOR THIS HEADER THING LMAO. I really wanted to use it for this fic cause it involves a jealous Bakugou haha. I’m very proud of this fic so I hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Bakugou x f!reader

Words: 3,404

Warnings: Choking, hair pulling, degradation, spanking, quirk use. Rough sex. Smut. 

Tags: @smol-enby​ @myherowritings​ @lordexplosionsextra​ 

You and Bakugou had a very loving relationship, even though he was constantly busy as a pro hero, he still made time for you. He was pretty stubborn and could have you boiling with sheer frustration at how he acted, with his cocky attitude that hadn’t really changed since high school. As much as you loved being with him though and admired how attentive he was to you, there were times when he could really drive you up the wall with how he acted. You two butted heads frequently, he was an asshole but you loved him and couldn’t imagine a future without him. You knew he cared about you, from the way he would cook you dinner on his days off when you had a long day at work or just craved his cooking in general; him staying in bed to cuddle you for a few more minutes when you begged him not to leave, having movie nights with you in matching pjs even though you knew matching pjs were not his thing. He did these things cause he loved you, you knew that. Or did you? 

Him being the famous pro hero Ground Zero took up a lot of his time. From press conferences, to working overtime and everything in between, you guys barely had time to slow down and enjoy each other’s presence like you used to. By the time you had picked out matching pjs and popped popcorn for movie night, Bakugou would be passed out on the couch. You tried your best to not be upset about it, you knew that Bakugou was working his hardest to keep Japan safe. But there was always a little voice in the back of your head telling you different. Bakugou went from whistling in appreciation when you would walk by him in a cute outfit to barely acknowledging your presence when you came in from work and he was playing video games with Kiri and Kaminari. 

“Babe?” You questioned and Bakugou’s red eyes that were always a comfort focused on you-for a brief second. 

“Hmm?” Bakugou questioned as his attention went back to the game. 

“Want to watch a movie together?” You questioned hopefully and Bakugou nodded. 

“Yeah let me finish this match up and then we can, baby.” Bakugou answered and you sat down on the couch, a smile spreading across your face. Finally, after weeks you and your boyfriend would be able to have some quality time together. 

One match turned into three. You stalked off to the bedroom-not that Katsuki would have noticed. You passed out shortly after laying down, and woke back up around 2 in the morning, heart sinking slightly when you heard Bakugou still playing games. You heard your phone chime and looked to see that you had a notification from Izuku Midoriya and you smiled to yourself as you looked at the text. You and Izuku had always been close friends since you two were kids; in UA you both drifted apart as you strived to become the best heroes you could and you started dating Bakugou at the time as well. You and Izuku still talked from time to time, but it was in passing. You needed someone to vent to about how you had been feeling about Katsuki though and besides Mina, you knew Izuku was always there to listen to your troubles even if you two had drifted. 

Izuku was sweet like that. 

Anger subsided, you made plans to go out to grab a bite to eat with him tomorrow and just catch up before passing back out. Not like Bakugou was going to come to bed, anyway. 

You woke up the next morning and pulled out a cute sundress, admiring it in the mirror before changing into it. You went to the bathroom and fixed up your appearance before pausing. Why were you getting dressed up? This was just a casual bite to eat, that’s all. You slipped some shoes on, faintly smelling breakfast wafting from the kitchen just before Bakugou stepped in the bedroom. He had on sweatpants that hung low on his hips, a happy trail disappearing in the sweats and your eyes trailed up his muscular form to look at his handsome face that you loved so much. He took in your outfit and cocked a brow. 

“You going somewhere?” He asked, coming over to you to wrap his arms around you. 

“Mhmm, I’m going to go out and eat with a friend,” you say, making sure to not mention the friend was Izuku Midoriya. Bakugou would go feral at that. 

“Oh well I made breakfast to make up for last night. I’m sorry, the boys wouldn’t leave me alone about playing a game.” Bakugou apologized and you could tell he was sincere as he placed a kiss on your cheek. Guilt panged in your stomach but you quickly willed it away. Why were you feeling bad? He was the one who wasn’t paying attention to you, you knew if you brought this up to him too, he would just get upset. 

“Mhmm. If I wasn’t going to eat, I would eat what you made. It smells delicious.” You said as you gave Bakugou a kiss before leaving the house to go out to eat with Izuku. You weren’t doing anything wrong, just going to see an old friend. That Bakugou absolutely hated. 

You arrived at the cafe, seeing Izuku’s bright green hair from the window and you smiled. You stepped out, the comforting smell of coffee and pastries calming you as you stepped inside to greet the man. His eyes meet yours and he quickly stands up to wrap you in a hug. 

“(Y/N), it’s so good to see you.” Izuku says and your heart warms at his soft voice in your ear before he pulls away. You both sit down in the booth before he hands you a drink and you realize that it’s your favorite coffee drink-he had never forgotten. 

Bakugou clicked his tongue as he looked down at his third unread text he had sent you as he walked into the break room where Kaminari and Kirishima were. 

“Hey man, I thought you took today off to spend the day with (Y/N).” Kirishima said and Bakugou shrugged as he adjusted his hero gear. 

“I did but she went out to eat, so I came here to make a little extra cash.” Bakugou said but what Kaminari said next made his blood freeze. 

“Oh yeah, Mina told me she was going out to eat with Izuku today.” Denki said and Kirishima’s eyes widened when Bakugou slammed his locker shut, his hands gripping at the metal tightly. 

“She what?” Bakugou growled as he turned around, his eyes glowing like fire and the heroes stepped back-both were all too familiar with the hothead and his temper. “She went out to eat with Deku?” Bakugou spat out, his eyes dark as he gripped his phone tightly. It’s not like he cared that you were out with a guy, hell you went out on “dates” with Kirishima and Kaminari all the time. But this was Izuku, and he knew that the nerd had feelings for you. Anyone could. You were Katsuki’s, and the fact that you went out to see the stupid nerd had his blood boiling. He stepped away to call you, and after the second attempt you finally picked up the phone. 

“Why the hell are you out with Deku?” He asked, not caring if he could be heard through the line. 

“Because, I can.” You shot back and Bakugou’s grip on his phone tightened. 

“I took off work so we could spend time together-.” Bakugou started but you cut him off with a laugh. 

“Oh really? Cause that’s the first time you’ve put any effort into doing anything in our relationship lately. I’m tired of you not treating me like you used to, Katsuki.” You said and Bakugou’s stomach twisted. You never said his first name unless it was serious, you always called him babe or Suki. What he wouldn’t give to hear that right now instead. 

“(Y/N)...” Bakugou started but you stopped him with a sigh. 

“I really don’t want to do this over the phone Katsuki. It’s my fault for not saying anything about this sooner. We can talk more when I get home,” you said before hanging up. Bakugou looked at his phone, guilt coursing through him. Fuck he really messed up. 

“U-uh is everything okay, (Y/N)?” Izuku asked and you nodded, a small smile on your face. 

“Yeah, just had to take care of that. I’m good.” You lied, your stomach twisting with nerves. Time passed by for hours but felt like minutes as you and Izuku continued to talk, both of you trading stories of how hero work has kept you guys busy. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you noticed it was Kirishima. 

“Hey Kiri, what’s up?” You asked him, hearing as Kirishima shushed Denki in the background. 

“Hey (Y/N)! Um… we wanted to let you know that Bakugou got hit with a quirk today and he had to go home early. We figured we would call and let you know cause it’s not something anyone can really treat except you,” Kirishima finished off awkwardly and you cocked your head. 

“What do you mean?” You asked and Kirishima chuckled as he coughed awkwardly. 

“Well the idiot was blowing off steam after your phone call with him and he rushed headfirst into an attack. It was a sex quirk. We don’t know how long it will last and medicine won’t really help it,” Kirishima said and you could tell he was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly like he always did when he was nervous. 

“O-oh. Okay, I can take care of that.. I guess.” You said before hanging up the phone, a blush on your cheeks. It’s not like you and Bakugou didn’t have sex… the sex you guys did have was mind-blowing. But you guys hadn’t had proper sex in a few weeks-almost months, and you didn’t really expect to be having it because he had been hit with a sex quirk. 

“I’m so sorry Izuku, but I have to go home. Katsuki got… injured on the job.” You said and Izuku’s eyes widened as he waved his hands in understanding. 

“Oh no! I totally understand. Let me know how he’s feeling later, okay?” Izuku said before giving you a hug goodbye. 

You went to your car and your heart pounded in your throat when you saw that you had a few calls and texts you had missed from Bakugou. 

Angry baby 7:49 PM

(Y/N), I need you to come home. Now. 

Angry baby: 7:50 PM

(Y/N), I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’m sorry. Just come home. Need you. 

You quickly pulled out of the parking lot, heart hammering in your chest as you made it to the house and noticed Bakugou’s car parked rather carelessly in the driveway. You got out and made your way inside, darkness embracing you as you shut the door. 

“Katsuki?” You call out, seeing faint light in the bedroom. You walk into the bedroom, jumping when the door shuts behind you but before you can react properly, you’re pressed against the wall and fiery red eyes meet yours. 

You gasp when Katsuki’s hand threads into your hair, fingers gripping at the locks as he pulls. Hard. You let out a small whimper as his other hand comes to grip your jaw, pointer and thumb coaxing your lips apart. 

“You,” Bakugou pants out, his breath fanning against your face as he looks down at you. “You are in so much trouble, baby girl.” You can feel how hard he is, the fabric of his sweatpants straining to keep his cock contained as he presses open mouthed kisses to your neck. 

“K-Katsuki, I-ah!” you start, a cry escaping your mouth as your thoughts are turned to mush when Bakugou bites down on your neck. His hand that is still in your hair tugs slightly as he sucks at the inflamed skin. A growl rumbles from his throat as he picks you up, carrying you as if you weigh nothing. 

“No talking. You’ve been bad and I’m going to punish that slutty pussy of yours,” Bakugou says, his voice dropping an octave lower as he grabs the front of your dress. The room fills with the sound of fabric ripping as he tears the dress off of you. You start to protest but you take a better look at Bakugou and see that his body is glistening with sweat, his breathing seems to be slightly labored and guilt floods your system. Sure, Bakugou can rush headfirst into things, but it’s only really when he is really upset. You not talking to him about things and expressing your feelings caused a rift between you. You wanted things to work out between you and Katsuki. 

You felt as Katsuki’s rough yet gentle hands traveled down to your underwear, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a moan as your back arched slightly at Bakugou’s hands on you. He removed your underwear before kneeling down to admire your soaked cunt. 

“I know this quirk is making me want to fuck your brains out right now, but I really want to eat this pretty pussy out first.” He said, his lips going to leave marks on your thigh and your hands automatically went to his unruly blonde hair. A groan left his mouth when you tugged slightly and he made quick work of his tongue. Lewd noises of him licking, slurping and biting filled the air as he inserted two fingers into your tight hole. You started to move your hips against Katsuki, your clit dragging along his tongue deliciously as he finger-fucked your cunt, causing your walls to clench around his digits. 

“K-Katsuki.. I’m fixing to c-cum.” You manage to squeak out and Katsuki lets out a chuckle. 

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over my face.” Bakugou says as he dives back in, his tongue flicking at the small bundle of nerves. Your orgasm washes over you in waves and you moan as you ride it out, your slick coating Bakugou’s chin and mouth as his red eyes meet yours, a smirk forming on his face. 

He lifts up to give himself a few pumps to coat his dick with his pre as he wipes your slick off his face, using his dick to gently tap at your entrance before pushing inside. A moan escapes the both of you as Bakugou hovers over you, his lips going to latch at the skin of your neck as he starts to thrust inside of you. 

“I’m not going to hold back, just know that right now.” Bakugou growls in your ear before hooking your legs around his waist with one hand while the other goes to wrap around your neck like it was made for your throat-almost like a necklace. He squeezes slightly, drawing out a choked moan from you before he slips two fingers in your mouth, digits pressing your tongue down to keep your mouth open. 

“Keep that pretty little mouth of yours open,” Bakugou says before he purses his lips, slowly allowing his saliva to fall from his lips and into your mouth. You let out a whine as his spit hits your tongue and his cock drags along your walls when you clench. 

“Fuck baby,” Bakugou moans, his teeth latching on your skin again as his thrusts get faster, harder. “You’re going to take this cock like the filthy slut you are. You like this cock going deep inside? Yeah, deep inside that tight little hole of yours.” Bakugou growls as his fingers stay on your tongue, causing drool to seep at the corners of your mouth. His teeth dig into your skin and you let out a whine. “I’m marking you fucking everywhere. You’re fucking mine. All mine,” Bakugou’s voice drops lower, almost feral as he picks up the pace even faster. You feel your toes curl into the sheets as his dick kisses the sweet spot inside of you; sending you towards your second orgasm. You clench around him as you moan out his name, your juices coating his cock as you release a second time that night. Bakugou’s hips stutter as he lets out a groan, shooting out hot ropes of cum to paint your walls white. 

He pulls out of you and motions for you to flip over. He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow when your eyes widen. 

“Oh, you thought we were done? We’re nowhere near done, princess.” Bakugou chuckles before grabbing your hips and flipping you over. His hands grip at your hips, fingers leaving indents as he wraps a hand around your waist; prodding his cockhead at your enterance before slipping inside smoothly. A moan leaves his lips as you move back against him, his lips leaving kisses along your back. 

“Fuck, (Y/N). You feel fucking amazing, shit.” He moans out, his free hand going to tangle in your hair again and pull slightly. You let out a whimper when you feel a heat course through you at Bakugou licking a stripe from your neck up to your ear. “You’re all mine,” he growls out, and you feel as his fingers dig sharper into your waist as he thrusts into you. “No one can fuck you as good as I can. You were made for me and only me. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for weeks.” 

Your body shudders in pleasure at his words alone as he continues to move inside of you. The sounds of Bakugou’s growls and your whimpers fill the room as he keeps fucking you and you feel absolutely full. You hear a sudden smack before your brain registers that Bakugou has spanked you. 

“Again, please Katsuki,” you whine and Bakugou smirks, you can feel it on your neck. 

“Oh? You want me to spank that cute ass of yours again?” He teases, his tone slightly amused. 

“Yes! Please Katsuki. Use your quirk…” you mumble out, making him chuckle as he cocks his head. 

“Hmm? Couldn’t hear you over the sound of me fucking you. What was that?” He teased and you felt your face heat up. 

“Use your quirk on my ass, please!” You blurted out. That was all he needed to hear before you heard the small pops of Bakugou’s quirk being used, his hand connecting with your ass. You let out a sound between a yelp and a moan and Bakugou did it again. 

“You’re such a filthy girl for wanting me to use my quirk on you. Such a filthy, naughty girl.” Bakugou said before spanking your ass again. It stung, but it was a pleasant feeling. 

“Fuck. Katsuki… I’m about to….” You whimper before letting out a choked moan when Katsuki slaps your ass again, causing your orgasm to wash over you once more as you fall forward on your elbows to keep your spent body up. Katsuki grips your hips again as he moves faster into you, strings of curses leaving his mouth as he cums again. His cum slowly starts to seep out of you and onto the sheets, making Bakugou smirk as he pushes it back inside with his fingers. 

“You look so pretty filled with my cum, baby.” Bakugou says as he gets off the bed, coming back to you with aloe vera and a washcloth. You notice his eyes aren’t glazed over anymore and he seems to be back to normal again. Thank goodness. He cleans you off and gently applies the aloe vera to your ass before climbing back into bed with you, gently wrapping you up in his arms. 

“(Y/N)... I’m so sorry I haven’t been as attentive. You’re my everything and I’ll continue to prove that to you everyday to make up for these past few weeks. I love you.” Katsuki says softly as he looks into your eyes, his red eyes sincere and you feel your heart soar. 

“I love you too, Katsuki.” You say happily as he presses a kiss to your forehead before wrapping you up in his arms.

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eleven months. (m) myg. one.

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pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: fluff, slow burn!!!, eventual smut, warnings: none this chapter. word count: 2.8k author’s note: this chapter is on the shorter side, just diving into them meeting and giving you all a small glimpse into them as individuals! im really excited for this story so let me know what you think, feel free to scream about anything in my inbox bye ily lmao summary: it’s been years of yoongi living his routine life, accustomed to his pace of living, going with the flow and simply existing. until you come along. yoongi absolutely can not see the logic in the way you live, but he weirdly craves it. craves the feeling of not being afraid of not knowing what’s coming, being able to just let the cards fall wherever they land. and maybe you can help with that.

Yoongi loves the rain, really he does. The way the clouds gloom over the city, encompassing it in this darkness that reminds him of underexposed film. He wishes he could always see the world through this filter, always smell the scent of wet soil and tarmac as he makes his way through the streets. Something about hearing the soft patter hitting the sidewalk, bouncing off the rooftops and dripping from the gutters calms him. A soft smile spreads across his face as he exhales the smoke in his lungs, letting the stick hang loosely off his lips while his hands clutch onto his umbrella.

When he stomps his foot into a wide puddle, the cold water splashes up onto his ankle and he grimaces. He hates being caught in the middle of rain. It didn’t matter if he had his umbrella or not, or if he managed to bundle enough for the downpour, he hates stepping into puddles and getting his socks wet. Hates how some of the raindrops that slipped under his umbrella—since it was now raining sideways—have managed to make his cigarette slightly soggy.

Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth this time, he holds it in front of his face with a frown. It was halfway done but no longer burning properly due to how wet it had become. 

What a waste.

As he passes a trash can, he stubs it out fully and tosses it inside, a small pout on his face at the loss of something to fidget with. But then he sees the glowing sign inching closer, the bright neon yellow standing out in the grim weather. The illuminated Rkive360 in the distance stops him from slipping out another smoke, choosing to stuff his unoccupied hand into the pocket of his jeans, moving his legs a little faster to get to his destination.

The bell at the top of the door jingles as he stumbles in, his foot tripping over the small lip of the mat by the door. That was a safety hazard he’d playfully bitch to Namjoon about later. 

“Yoongi, hey!” When he balances out, closing his umbrella and giving it a good shake by the door, he looks up and grins at Taehyung. He spots him standing by a flat spread of clothes a few feet away, folding out some new items as he stares at Yoongi with a genuine smile. His curls flop over his eyes and Yoongi chuckles to himself as he wonders how a guy like him was here folding shirts when he should probably be the face of Gucci or something. 

Well, that’s life. 

“Hey man,” Yoongi mumbles out, his eyes catching the plastic bin beside the door that’s labeled ‘umbrellas here’ in a messy scribble he can only attribute to Taehyung. Not needing to be told twice, he sticks his dripping umbrella upside down into it and shuffles inside the shop, taking a minute to look around like he always did. 

Record stores have always been his safe space, even as a teenager. The amount of time spent in one after school, loitering inside with his friends as he sorted through the racks of CDs and vinyl, exiting with his bag of new goodies that left him excited to get home and play them. It was god sent that his best friend decided to open up his own place years ago, keeping it fully stocked with anything he could imagine. Maybe Yoongi was a little biased, but this was definitely the best shop in the country. 

It’s a welcoming place, pops of color in every corner, tall standing sculptures mixed in with displays of music, autographed albums and posters framed onto the wall behind the counter. It’s the full embodiment of his best friend, down to the tiny KAWS figurines perched beside the register and the music playing through the speakers. The small melody in the background fills his ears once the door is shut, recognizing the song playing as Dang! by Mac Miller and he bobs along as he approaches Taehyung.

“Quick question,” he starts, his hands coming up to shake at his gray hair that was slightly damp from the rain. Taehyung sets the shirt down, resting both of his palms on the table as he leans towards Yoongi with interest. “Any chance you guys miraculously got Seventeen Seconds in your stock this week?”

Taehyung hums in thought, his brows furrowing together as he tries to mentally sort through the massive boxes of new vinyl Namjoon had brought in a few days ago. New shipment comes once a week but every now and then Namjoon goes out of his way to find specific records, never missing with his selection. 

A small flash of blurry trees crosses his mind and then he's smiling at him. “Yeah, we actually got it the other day. Pretty sure Namjoon hunted it down for you since you’ve been asking. It should be in the back.” His thumb points behind him, towards the display tables that held all the LP’s available at the store, a very familiar spot. 

Yoongi mumbles out a thanks as he makes his way over, eyes already locked onto the bin that he knew would hold his prized possession. It’s not until he gets a few feet closer that he sees your crouched frame over a box, figure slightly hidden by a giant CD rack. You’re rummaging through the records, almost making him flinch when you quickly stand back up and find their proper spot in the display. You don’t notice him approaching until he’s right beside you, eyes once again glued to the bins lined in alphabetical order once the initial shock of another person subsided.

That’s when you give him a glance, sending him a soft smile as you slip the record in its rightful spot, crouching back down to grab the next bunch. His hand pauses on the edge of the bin at the glimpse of something familiar, momentarily distracted by your shirt. When you stand back up, feeling him staring at you, you slowly turn to face him once more with your eyebrows raised up in question.

He takes note of the tag clipped to your shirt, it reads Sana but he’s used to dealing with Sana and you are definitely not her. You’re new.

The smile remains on your lips as you rest your hip against the edge of the table holding up the record bins, preparing to put your best customer service voice to use. His eyes glance at the writing on your shirt again, cracking a grin when he confirms it's a New Order shirt tucked into your black jeans. “You like New Order?”

Your smile falters slightly, your arms crossing in front of you as you narrow your eyes at him in defense, not entirely sure how to take his tone. “If you’re about to ask me to name five of their songs I’ll have to walk away to avoid getting fired.”

His smile widens at that, soft and gummy, breaking his cold appearance as his arms raise up in front of him in surrender. “No, just an observation.”

Your demeanor softens again, your arms sagging back down to your sides and smiling once more. “Good, it's my first day on the job and I’d really like to keep it.”

Yoongi chuckles softly, going back to his searching for his precious album, leaning over the third bin dedicated to bands starting with the letter C. His nimble fingers flip through the LPs until he gets to the Cure, sorting through Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me, passing Pornography until he reaches Wish and his brows furrow, flicking back and forth as if the album he wanted would magically appear.

“Need help finding something?” You speak up again when you take note of him sorting through the same chunk of vinyl. He grunts lightly, letting the stack slant back in a heap as he purses his lips.

“Yeah actually, Taehyung said you guys got the album Seventeen Seconds but I don’t see it.

You step back from reorganizing the bin labeled S, trying to remember if you had brought the record out or if it was still sitting in the second box ready to be unpacked. Your brain was already overwhelmed from all of the information you had been given on your first day, trying to unscramble the entire backroom and it’s countless boxes—most of which were unlabeled because Taehyung said it’s not necessary since he knows where everything is. 

Much like Taehyung, you recall seeing a flash of the album cover when you sorted through the new box of records, knowing exactly where it was tucked away since you had been the one to store it. You were under strict orders to not put it out on the floor, because according to Namjoon, if someone else took this album you’d be attending his funeral. 

“Oh, uh gimme a sec.” You shuffle away, leaving him behind as you approach Taehyung, still folding away. “Hey, Tae?”

He hums in question, turning to stare at you with a small smile. “Whats up?”

“That guy is asking for Seventeen Seconds but Namjoon told me he’d be murdered if I gave this out to anyone.”

Taehyung starts laughing instantly, setting the shirt down as he stares at a confused looking Yoongi still standing by the LP’s. “Yeah, he was saving it for him specifically.”

“Got it, okay. Thanks.” You make a beeline back to the tables at the back, passing Yoongi with a polite smile. “Be right back!” you exclaim, wagging your finger at him as you make your way towards the back room, clearly on a mission.

Yoongi just stands there as you enter the employee stock room, not trying to cross any professional lines and follow you since you have no idea who he is. It's only a few feet away and you left the door propped open so when a few minutes pass and he hears rustling, followed by a heavy sounding thud and some curse words, he can’t help but wander over and peak his head in.

“You okay?” he asks, leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face when he sees the way you’re frozen, one foot on the ledge of the shelf and the other on a not so sturdy looking stool, caught in the act of a poorly made decision. Below you lay two brown boxes that carry shirts you’re meant to unpack later, definitely the cause of the loud thud he had heard.

“Yep,” you confirm as you pluck out the record you need, shoving the box back into its safe spot and hopping down haphazardly. “Here you go.”

Grabbing the record carefully, he flips it over to skim the track list and smiles widely when he looks back up at you. That familiar warmth fills his chest as he holds the new item, making him feel the same way he had as a teenager when he bought his first LP. He had been searching for this vinyl for months now. It wasn’t as if it was no longer in production, he just couldn’t seem to find it in stock anywhere he looked and buying it internationally was the last resort he would take since the shipping fees were downright illegal. “Thanks.”

You’re already hunched down on the floor as you open up one of the boxes that had fallen in your haste to scale the shelves, deciding to just unpack in now since you were here. 

“Yeah, no problem. Tae can ring you up at the front.” Sending him off with a smile and a wave, he takes that as his cue to exit, making his way to the front again. 

When he leaves the backroom you flop onto your butt with a huff, your legs sprawling out with the second box in between them. You were hoping your words didn’t come across as rude to him but you couldn’t take the way his sharp eyes stared at you. Had he lingered any longer you would have embarrassed yourself, it was a miracle your footing hadn’t slipped on your way down from the shelves. You can’t imagine your ego being able to recover from a tumble like that. 

Taehyung spots Yoongi leaning against the front counter, setting the final shirt down and going to stand behind it with a smile. “Did you find everything okay?” he asks automatically, the general phrases they had to use coming out without a thought and Yoongi scoffs, sliding the record across the counter and nodding.

“Of course I did, you let Namjoon know that I said your customer service is unmatched.” His finger gently rubs against the first black KAWS figurine, smiling at the remaining four as he remembers how Namjoon had excitedly told him that this was their friend group, representing them all perfectly. 

Taehyung grins with a roll of his eyes, scanning the album and slipping it into the brown paper bag they provided. “Wonderful. Your total is 40,000 won.”

“Wow, your customer service voice is phenomenal.”

Taehyung laughs now, his nose crinkling up at Yoongi's sarcastic tone, watching how Yoongi grins back at him, succeeding in getting him to crack. “Fuck you, man.”

“Ah, there he is.” Yoongi hums with a chuckle as he pulls out his wallet, sorting through his bills and handing them to Taehyung. “Who’s New Order girl?”

Tae raises his brows as he enters the amount into the POS, the drawer popping open against his hips. “Oh, Y/N?” Yoongi only shrugs, you had Sana’s name tag on so how the hell should he know.

Taehyung stuffs the money into the drawer and slams it shut, ripping off the receipt from the machine and slipping it into the bag. “She just started today, can’t remember where she moved from, some place far though.” He shrugs as he hands the bag over to Yoongi.

The older boy ruffles his damp hair up, accepting the bag with his right hand. “Oh, cool. Well thanks, I’ll see you guys later then?” Taehyung just waves him off with a smile, similar to the way you did and he laughs to himself when he realizes Taehyung must be the one in charge of training you.

As he approaches the front door he pulls out his pack of cigarettes once more, sliding one out and slipping it between his lips. He finds himself looking towards the back of the shop again, seeing you resuming your organization, but your head lifts up as you feel him staring at you from his spot at the door. The spark of his lighter flashes across his face when he lights up his smoke, opening his umbrella once more now that he's partially outside. When your eyes meet, he smiles around the stick, giving you a nod before turning and walking back out into the rain.

You watch as his figure disappears down the street, his dark silhouette blending in with the rest of the people roaming the city, and when you can no longer see him through the store window you turn towards Taehyung. He’s stood at the POS, fidgeting with the screen, but when you call his name he glances up at you. “Is he a regular?”

He nods in response, eyes going back to stare at the screen as he begins to print out a sheet to fulfill the online orders the store received. “Yeah, he comes in at least once a week. Buys strictly vinyl. I think Namjoon mentioned he’s a music producer, or maybe it was a DJ, I can’t remember.”

Taehyung evidently doesn’t have the best memory, that much had been made clear in the short span you’ve known him. He had forgotten your name twice during your interview, Namjoon having to subtly repeat it for him, he had also asked you three times where you were from and at first you thought he was joking but when his face remained serious you realized he had really forgotten already.

“Hey, where’d you move from again?” he asks one more, genuinely curious as if you hadn’t told him a handful of times already. 

“I told you, Iceland.” It’s a lie, but when he hums in thought—pretending to suddenly remember—you chuckle at the newfound way to mess with him. 

He’s quick to start questioning you about Iceland, nodding along to the lies you spill while you both go back to your tasks of sorting albums and folding shirts. It makes your first full shift eventful, passing jokes back and forth as the sky grows gloomier. As distracting as your conversations get, you can’t help but glance up through the windows whenever a dark clad figure walks by, the thought of the sharp eyed stranger lingering in your mind.