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comicallylargemango · 8 months ago

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🥭 : teeheeheehee author here, I've been having major Francis brainrot so now I gotta show the world :3 (I can now proudly call myself one of the first few people to write a Francis X reader)

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Francis Mosses/Milkman x DDD! Gen! Reader

Other: some swearing, shit talking, mentions of injuries, reader is using crutches (caused by the injuries), reference to the red handed doppelganger.

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It had been a long day at work, there were more doppelgangers than usual and it really took a toll on you. A doppelganger even started, about how all this was useless and blah blah blah they'd win anyway. It even fought back, and boy did it put on a fight.

You limped on your bandaged leg as you mainly used your crutches to walk, not your first time to have been injured so badly you had to use crutches. You sighed exhaustedly and you imagined your Husband lightly reprimanding you for being so careless once he got home, you quickly brushed that thought away and went back to focusing on getting home.

As you got to the door man's window, you painstakingly take out your ID and entrance request, the Doorman raised a worried eyebrow at your state.

"Bad day at work?" She asked while examining your ID and entrance request.

"Tell me about it." You only sighed and leaned on the small counter Infront of the window to give your (working) leg a break.

"Everything seems good..." She murmured, "you're good to go."

"Thanks." You thanked her and started walking.

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You made your way to your shared apartment, letting out a sigh of relief as you jammed the key into the keyhole, twisting to doorknob.

Imagine the shock as your eyes land on your Husband sitting on the couch watching TV, he's usually home late in the afternoon. His head turns to look at you with a slight glimmer in his tired eyes.

You smile softly as he makes his way towards you at the doorway, making notice of your crutches and bandaged leg. The cuts, scratches, and dirt on your clothes and skin didn't go unnoticed either.

"What happened this time..?" Francis asked worriedly. Guiding you to the bathroom to change.

You took your dirtied shirt off as Francis looked away blushing slightly, making his way to the bedroom to get you some clothes.

He arrived soon, still looking away until you gently turned his face to meet you.

Sighing exasperatedly, you softly kissed him on the nose while taking the clothes from his hands, smiling tenderly as you see the ring on his finger.

"I'll tell you after I'm done, thank you Fran."

He simply hummed and looked you up and down, making you smile as a blush tinted your cheeks.

you had a hard time taking your pants and bandages off, that's when you noticed Francis still looking at you, leaning on the doorway with a concerned look on his face.

"Do you... Need any help?" He spoke up, standing up straight and rubbing the back of his neck.

Your eyes softened as you nodded. He made his way over to you to help you stand up, taking care in taking off the rest of your clothing.

His eyes roamed your body, growing more anxious as he takes note of every single scratch and cut. Meanwhile you were nearly falling asleep from his hands gingerly tending to you.

You only woke up from your half asleep state when you heard him speak again.

"Why don't you take a break for a day?" Asked as he turned you around to peck you on the lips, setting you down on the bathtub as he twisted the handle. Checking the temperature and adjusting it according to your liking.

You, once again dozing off. Absentmindedly muttered your answer.

"I should be asking you that." You chuckled softly, turning to look at Francis as he took off his clothes to join you. "Looking good Fran." He blushed.

He scoffed light heartedly as he took a seat behind you so in that way you were sat right in-between his legs with your back facing him.

"Seriously though, you've almost worried me to death. I can't handle seeing you like this, all..." He gestured to your leg as he sighed, applying a good amount of shampoo into your hair and massaging it into your scalp.

"Mmm, don't worry. I've been put on leave for a few weeks. Besides, This isn't the worst I've ever been." You leaned back into him, relishing the touch.

"Why didn't they just send you to stay at the hospital anyway? You would've been better there."

"Because I requested to be sent home, sweetie. I wasn't gonna spend two weeks at the hospital when I could be fine at home."

He washed off your hair and started applying the conditioner, "that's sweet, darling. But you really need to be more careful next time." He kissed the crook of your neck, enjoying the shiver that came from you.

"Hey it's not my fault my job is dangerous." You crossed your arms and exhaled.

"It kinda is, you applied for it after all."

"Fair enough."

He washed the conditioner off then dried your hair using the towels, helping you get out the Bathtub and handing you the towel to wrap yourself in. Doing the same for himself with another towel.

He walked to the bedroom to get himself clothes while you changed in the bathroom with the prepared clothes.

He returned soon after to help you out on the remaining clothes, wrapping some fresh bandages around your wounded leg. Also making sure to compliment your "Magical Ass" along the way.

you two made your way to the bedroom to rest, you immediately flopped down onto the bed which worried Francis. He had barely ever seen you this tired, he was exhausted himself but he can't imagine how tiring your day must've been to have completely drained you of energy.

"You gonna come over here or nah?" You snapped him out of his thoughts. he unfurrowed his eyebrows, not knowing he even did so. Mumbling a quick "sorry" before getting into bed with you.

You immediately grab him and snuggle him much like a child would sleep with their plushie. Despite being injured and all, you we're still very strong. As expected from the lead officer of DDD. he laughed through his nose as he turned to look at you and smiled softly. Kissing your forehead.

"Mind telling me what happened now?" He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you impossibly closer. Burying his head into your chest. (Y'all can't tell me he ain't a chest man)

You sighed, recounting the events of today.

"We were called for another extermination, thought nothing of it until the stupid thing started talking about how this was useless and they'd just end up 'victorious' anyway." You hugged Francis tighter, letting out a huff of frustration as he hummed to let you know he was listening.

"It ended up getting it's hands on a piece of broken glass and I'm sure you can tell what happened next." You gestured to your leg.

"We called for backup a buncha times but they refused to send more people because apparently I'm a veteran officer and that somehow means everything is fine."

You yawned as you mumbled the last sentence. "Can you believe it Fran?"

"Sounds like the higher ups were being a dick." He replied, enjoying the sensation of your fingers drawing circles and shapes on his back.

"They were." You kissed the top of his head, Francis returned the favour by looking up and kissing the tip of your nose.

"Enough about my day, what about yours?"

Francis hummed, "yknow just the usual, Mara being the massive stick up my ass."

Mara, or Maratha. Was a daily customer Francis wouldn't mind losing, she was really a stinky old bitch, always complaining about nothing and everything at the same time. One of her usual complaints being that "the milk was more watered down than usual!".

"I don't even know why she's saying it to me as if I'm the one milking the cows, I'm just the one delivering it. Say it to my boss why don't ya?"

You snorted, "normal Mara behaviour."

"Normal Mara behaviour." He sighed. "And, there was this girl in that newly renovated building across the road who tried hitting on me?"

"What..?"

"Yeah, i don't even know her name. Told her I was married too but she wouldn't back off. She said something along the lines of 'marriages don't even last long. watch, she'll leave you in a few years.'. " He visibly cringed at the memory.

You laughed at his facial expression, "just because your parents are split doesn't mean others will too."

Francis started laughing with you, wrinkles forming at the edge of his tired eyes. "She didn't even buy milk, saying how they were 'putting microchips and chemicals into the milk.', ridiculous."

As the laughing died down, a comfortable silence settled in the air. Only the sound of your breaths and the occasional beep of a car, the sound of your heartbeat and rustling of the the trees outside.

If only it could stay this way forever, unfortunately though you may not have work, Francis does.

"What a shame, huh? I asked to get sent home instead of the hospital just for you to be at work most of the day. To think there's even some girl hitting on you while I'm not there." You said, eyes slowly closing.

"Mhm, I'll try and ask my boss for a day off tomorrow." He started dozing off, "and if he refuses Ill just put you on the phone."

You smiled triumphantly as you remember that time you had a meeting with his boss.

He looked so Nervous in agreeing for a day off for your husband that it made you wonder what would've been the outcome of you weren't a DDD officer.

"He'll have to accept then huh? Unless he wants to discuss the matter face to face with totally amazing and wonderful me." You joked sarcastically

Francis laughed through his nose, "you got that right dear." he smiled, eyes closed. "Hey, honey?"

"Yes Fran?" You whispered.

"I love you." He slurred, finally falling asleep.

"I love you more." You gave him one last kiss on the head before turning off the lamp and joining him in Dreamland.

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Should I make a part two?

A/N: eat up pookies

#Francis Mosses #Francis Mosses x reader #Milkman x reader #thats not my neighbour #thats not my neighbour X reader #milkman thats not my neighbour #Francis Mosses that's not my neighbour #X reader

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gremlinmodetweeker · 3 months ago

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Bellowing Bull Calling Home

Please forgive me for not posting any stories in a hot minute! I've just been super busy and tired. I had a whole issue with my meds (thankfully it's been sorted out) and since I'm so angry I wrote something about König getting mad. I really like the idea of being yelled at by this man, so once I get to 500 followers, I might post some snippets of smut.

Also, I'm thinking about opening a Kofi soon. I don't make much money, but it would be a good place to post some more... Interesting drawings, so to speak. I could also take some comissions if anyone is interested. However, I'm not sure yet. I'm just floating the idea.

Anyways, enough about me! Time to read König getting mad because that's super hot.

TWs: König yelling and insulting recruits, slight allusions to degradation kink, allusions to a horrible government secret contained in a suitcase (you never learn what it is)

Wordcount: 4.1K

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Bellowing Bull Calling Home

Normally, visiting König at work was a laughable concept. A PMC base was no place for a simple civilian such as yourself, yet here you were with König’s (supposedly) very important briefcase that he’d been directed to hold close to his chest for the foreseeable future. You’d begged König to let you read them, but he had simply laughed you off and changed the locks on the briefcase again. He then politely hid it out of view to keep you from trying to break into it. You had no intentions of doing so, but apparently whatever was in there was important enough for König to go to such lengths to protect it.

Unfortunately, by hiding the suitcase to keep it out of sight and out of mind from your curious fingers, König had forgotten about it entirely when he left that morning. You wouldn’t have known were the suitcase not sat proud and regal on your humble dining room table.

Sipping your drink and leaning against the counter, you realized you had the perfect opportunity to try and hack the damned thing open. Whatever was in there had König muttering darkly under his breath and leaning away from your touch. Those accursed documents were driving a wedge into your relationship the size and depth of a canyon. Of course, you knew the case was tamper-proof. You knew that if you so much as cracked it open as much as a millimeter, it would most likely set off some sort of alarm if a proper code wasn’t punched in the top. You had the strange feeling, based on the hefty weight in your hands, that the case wouldn’t even so much as dent if you took a simple butterknife to it.

You swung it back and forth as you left the home, the weight of your relationship hanging with the suitcase in your hand. Making your way to the main gates of the base.

A soldier checked your ID before waving you through, getting another soldier to help make your way to your husband.

“So, I don’t know if he’ll be in his office right now, but we can swing by there first,” Horangi chirped as he followed behind you to a long, grey building that sat close to the entrance.

You passed through a series of doors under the judgemental stares of low-ranking officers as Horangi brought you down the linoleum floors to come to a plain wood door, its only decor being a brown and white plaque reading ‘LEICHENBERG’ in big block letters. Horangi flicked the back of his knuckles against the doors twice before rolling back onto the balls of his heels. He looked at the door expectantly, then to you, then knocked again.

“Sometimes I knock and he thinks he’s going crazy,” Horangi explained before turning back to the door, “what he doesn't know is that sometimes I’m walking by and I’ll knock on the door and leave before he can answer it. I don’t think he’s caught on yet.”

You shook your head tiredly. That would at least explain some of König’s strange tendencies as of late, at least. Friends like Horangi tended to shorten lifespans, so if König dropped dead on his next mission, at least you knew who to blame now.

Horangi pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door to step through into the minimalist office. You balked at his gall, but the way the soldier swaggered through the doorway had you thinking that Horangi was far too comfortable with pushing his way into your husband’s office.

You barely got a chance to see your wedding picture on König's desk before Horangi cleared his throat.

“Whelp, looks like he’s not here,” Horangi sighed as he turned to face you, “guess I can just hand that over to him myself, if you’d like.”

You sighed, “I was really hoping to hand this over to him personally…”

“Why?” Horangi snorted, “so you can go fuck in a closet or something?”

“No!” you gasped, “I just… I wanted to see him. I never get to see him at work so, you know... I thought this might be a good chance to see what he's like at work.”

“Well who am I to deny such a fine and noble venture?” you could hear Horangi’s shit-eating grin through his mask, “if we’re gonna track down König, we gotta use plan B.”

“Plan B?” you asked warily.

“Plan B!” Horangi cheered before sauntering over and slinging an arm over your shoulder, “looks like we’re going on a goose chase today.”

“Please not a wild one.”

“It’s gonna be a wild one.”

You groaned as Horangi’s laughter echoed off the empty walls of König’s office. It figured that the one day you had to go to König’s work he’d be squirreled away into the farthest corner of the base. He had a habit of being in the wrong spot at the wrong time, which made you all the more anxious every time he was sent on deployment. It also had a tendency to haunt you in your daily life when he returned home to your awaiting arms.

Horangi trotted down the halls, conveniently pushing you past anything he considered a bit too explicit for civilian eyes and ensuring you were in front of him to prevent you from skiving off to some derelict corner of the base.

“König usually likes to go to the gym when he’s frustrated about something,” Horangi explained as he brought you from the main building to a separate section of the base. Once inside, Horangi rounded on the help desk like a tiger on a deer.

“So, Matrice,” Horangi drawled as he leaned his chin on the heel of his hand, somehow exuding smugness through his mask and sunglasses, “you wouldn’t happen to know where ol’ Col. Leichenberg is, would you?”

“Uh…” Matrice darted her dark eyes between Horangi and you, then down to the suitcase fearfully.

“König’s my husband,” you offered.

“König has a wife?” Matrice shook her dark curls as she tapped away on her archaic keyboard, “nobody ever tells me anything around here...”

“Well maybe if you actually came to the staff parties, you might get to know us a bit better,” Horangi slyly slid the dig into the conversation with serpentine ease.

“Horangi, last time I attended a KorTac hoedown you threw up in my car,” Matrice grumbled, “I’m never gonna be your DD again.”

“I don’t remember it being that bad,” Horangi snorted, then turned and muttered, “not that I remember that much anyways…”

“And that’s why I’m not your DD anymore,” Matrice scrolled through the page a couple of times before shrugging and turning to you, “sorry ma'am, but you’re outta luck here. Maybe try checking the cafeteria? It’s nearly lunch. Big boy's gotta eat."

“König would be the first out to lunch,” you grumbled after you thanked the woman. Horangi paid no mind to your whinging and simply turned you back around to head back to the main building.

“If it makes you feel better,” Horangi offered as he firmly pushed you across the road, “I think I saw him cut down on red meat the other day.”

“We’ll see how long that lasts,” you rolled your eyes.

Horangi only laughed as he opened the door for you.

“I’m serious! He needs to watch what he eats!” you insisted as Horangi led you into the belly of the PMC.

“You know, sometimes I think about what your grocery budget is like, and then I think I'd rather go back to South Africa than have to pay your bills for a month,” Horangi chirped as he stopped you from missing a right turn, “watch your step.”

“You know it would be easier if you were the one in front,” you huffed as you swung down the bland corridor.

“I don’t like the thought of you being out of sight,” Horangi explained as he guided you around yet another corner, “König’s said some interesting things about you.”

“You guys talk about me?” you cast a glare over your shoulder at the tall Korean man.

“What else are we gonna talk about?” Horangi shrugged, “living on base isn’t exactly exciting. Dunno if you civvies got the memo, but there’s only so many times you can talk about special secret missions before it just gets boring.”

“Special secret missions?” you perked up.

“Cleaning duty assigned to whatever poor fucker got the shit end of the stick,” Horangi clarified.

You groaned, then complained, “Please tell me he doesn’t say bad things.”

“Not really,” Horangi replied, “but he tells me a little bit. Just the juicy bits.”

“Really?” you scoffed, “like what?”

“Did you actually forget your own birthday this year?”

You flushed, which seemed to be enough proof for Horangi to laugh at your humiliation.

“He told me you nearly had a heart attack when he told you,” Horangi snickered.

“Oh really?” the cafeteria came into view, “well has he told you he eats other people’s lunches as snacks?”

Horangi sighed, “I figured it was him. It’s not hard to guess that one.”

“Has he told you that he ate Stilleto’s cake?”

Horangi paused, “I thought he was a better man.”

“We both did,” you shook your head morosely, “but I guess she stole his evening snack or something?”

“Oh my God he didn’t try to justify it, did he?” Horangi groaned.

“I tried to explain it to him but he wouldn’t have it,” you pushed the door to the cafeteria open.

The massive room was empty save for a table of sergeants playing poker and a couple of officers sharing a coffee. The room was notably absent of any giant men with a propensity for malicious snacking. The warm and inviting smell of the room made you want to grab one of those dishwater coffees they served and kick up your feet, get a taste of the military experience, but the suitcase felt hot in your hands.

“Looks like he’s not here,” Horangi pointed out the obvious, “so maybe he’s outside training one of his teams? I hope not…”

“Why don’t we check?” you offered.

“But it’s so far…” Horangi trailed off weakly as you marched past him, “hey! Where are you going!?”

“To see König!” you called back.

Horangi rolled his eyes, but followed behind you regardless.

The outdoor training area had been split into three squads of men, each squad being led by a different officer. The first leader Horangi brought you to had looked you up and down suspiciously before promptly turning a shade of milk white when he spotted the suitcase in your arms.

“What the hell are you doing with that!?” the portly man squawked as he jabbed a finger at the offending black pleather suitcase.

“My husband forgot it before going to work,” you spoke softly, taken aback by the man’s animated reaction.

“Wh-König just left it at home?” the man’s pale skin was steadily flushing to a beet red the longer you let him sit with your answer.

“Can you show me where he is? I need to get this back to him,” you tried to calm him but he only grew steadily more upset.

“You’re telling me König left that suitcase in the hands of a damn civilian?” the man scoffed, “König’s an idiot, but he can’t be that stupid!”

“She’s probably telling the truth, Baker,” Horangi interjected.

Baker steamrolled over him with the grace of a bulldog chasing a rat, “So where the hell did you get that?”

“It was just on my kitchen ta-”

“It was on your what!?” Baker howled.

“Baker!” Horangi barked, finally making the man pause to let you breathe, “this is König’s wife.”

Baker’s eyes widened as his mouth dropped into a perfect ‘o’. He turned to you with a sheepish smile, “Sorry, ma’am, I… I should’ve put two and two together but just seeing a random civilian with that in their hands and… Well… You gotta understand, right?”

You tried to steel your nerves as you replied, “It’s alright! Don’t worry about it.”

“I really should apologize though,” Baker blundered on, “I mean if I’d only known you were König’s wife I never would’ve-”

“Baker please,” Horangi pinched his nose bridge, “cut the shit. I’m really not in the mood to listen to you kiss ass for an hour straight.”

“Understood sir,” Baker snapped his jaw shut before subtly turning to you, “please don’t mention anything to König.”

“I won’t,” you assured him kindly.

“Thank God,” Baker quietly made the sign of a cross before returning back to his platoon.

Horangi dragged you along to the next platoon, quietly ignoring Baker’s inability to direct you to König. Instead you were brought before a short man with notably thick dark eyebrows, accentuating his severe browline as he scowled at his soldiers.

“G’day Horangi 'ow are what the hell is she holding,” the man glared at you as though you were but dirt beneath his steel-toed boots.

“This is König’s wife,” Horangi cut you off before you could even start, “she’s here to deliver what he forgot at home.”

The man’s dark eyes darted from you back to Horangi, “You’re tellin’ me big boy over there forgot the damn-”

“Don’t say it,” Horangi interjected harshly, “don’t you dare.”

“She don’t know?” the man whispered.

“Not a word,” Horangi’s threat was nearly lost under the shouts of men and the screams of whistles.

The man looked unnerved, but nodded along begrudgingly.

“Right, well, you’re lookin’ for the big guy?” the man glanced between you both.

“Sure are,” Horangi nodded.

“Well yer in luck!” the man’s face lit up, “big boy’s just over there.” With that, he pointed out into the distance at one big man sitting in a navy blue folding chair whilst commanding the smallest group of soldiers, no more than a squad in number. His back was to them, but it was clear it was none other than König. If nothing else, the mask on his face in the sweltering hot sun was a dead giveaway. It was a miracle you didn’t see him earlier.

“Damn,” Horangi spat, “you really think it would be easier to find him, but he’s damn good at getting lost in a crowd.”

“When ‘e’s in that chair it’s hard to spot ‘im,” the man chuckled, “now get outta my sight with that damned thing. Gives me the heebie-jeebies just lookin’ at it.”

You glanced down at the suitcase and back at Horangi.

“You don't want to know. Seriously,” Horangi muttered as he urged you onwards.

Instead of taking in the weight of Horangi's ominous utterances, you focussed on making your way to König with a skip in your step, eager to see your beloved husband. You were so eager that you didn’t notice how he tensed up as you drew close. Just as you were about to greet him, he slowly rose from his seat with a blood-curdling howl sent straight from hell itself.

“YOU!” König bellowed like a brazen bull, “JEFFERSON, YOUNG, MANDULU! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. You had never, never, in your life ever heard König yell like that before. Sure he could curse up a wicked storm when he stunned his toe on the corner of your table, but this? This was another beast entirely. The mere thought of König yelling like this had been completely foreign to you.

“YOU USELESS ANIMALS,” König raged as he rounded in on the three cowering soldiers, “I have never, in my entire life, seen such incompetence,” König drew himself up to his full height, making even you shiver in your shoes, “and yet here you three are before me. What gives you the right to call yourself soldiers!?”

“I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again,” the middle man’s voice quivered as he stepped forward for the others.

König’s laugh sounded downright demonic, “You’re apologizing for what? I haven’t even told you what you did wrong!”

You looked back at Horangi, who only threw you two thumbs up as he smartly backed away. You glared at his retreating form before König forcefully grabbed your attention.

“All three of you have been nothing but DEAD WEIGHT to the rest of your team. I’ve seen better performances from drunks moping up their own VOMIT!” König snarled as he drew close to the men, circling them like a hyena stalks its prey, “fucking Aziz is doing better than any of you. And Mandulu!” König clucked his tongue as the terracotta skinned man quivered like an aspen tree when König's voice dropped to a lull, “I expected better of you. You’re supposed to be up for promotion, yeah?" König leaned in close to scream, "DOES THIS PERFORMANCE WARRANT A GOD DAMN PROMOTION?” König’s face wasn’t even a foot from the man’s nose, leaning down and coating him with hot breaths from his draconic lungs.

The man, Mandulu, slumped as all fear left his body, totally replaced with encroaching shame. He dropped his head down, before tearfully admitting, “No sir.”

“THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” König screamed.

A part of you wanted to intervene. You felt like you were witnessing a torture session with how König rounded on this poor man, but something held you back. Maybe it was fear, but maybe, just maybe… It was arousal.

You hated to admit it, but something about watching König’s muscles bulge in his neck as his mask swayed forth when he leaned down over men who easily dwarfed you excited you. You almost wished that you were in their shoes, but watching was more than enough. He was a glorious sight, rage burning like the sun as he lorded over his men like a god. He was a mountain of a man with how he held himself up above his victims. You wished to lay before him like Prometheus, let him rip you apart with his talons.

“And you two,” König spat as he turned to the others, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON YOUR PHONES? What are you doing twenty feet off looking at the others while they work like ACTUAL FUCKING SOLDIERS.”

One meekly spluttered, “Sir we were just-”

“Just what? Laughing at Goetz?” you could see König whipping himself up into a frenzy as he hurled his next insults, “GOETZ HAD KNEE SURGERY THREE MONTHS AGO AND IS STILL HAULING YOUR USELESS ASSES ACROSS THE GODDAMN FIELD. AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PLAYING ON YOUR GODDAMN PHONES!!!”

You shuddered. If there was one thing König hated, it was soldiers on their phone during training. You gave a silent prayer for the poor men.

König stalked around them slowly, “I should have you thrown out. What would I be losing? Nothing! Not a single thing! I might actually gain something without you two dragging us down!”

The men cowered miserably. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for them, despite knowing the abuse was more than well deserved. From the sounds of it, it was a miracle König hadn’t beaten them to a pulp. Now that… That would be a sight to witness…

“ALL OF YOU,” König snapped as he finally stood to face the three men directly, “Mandulu! Give me a ten page report on all the reasons you’re still worthy of a promotion today at eighteen-hundred exactly, or you’re up for recycling. For the next half hour, you’re running laps around the yard. Maybe think how you'll structure your points, ja?” he turned to the other two, this time with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. You knew that under his mask, he was grinning from ear to ear through the fury etched into his face. “And you two!” he cackled, “give me your phones. For the next week, you’re going to be putting your phones in lock boxes. You’re going to carry those fucking boxes from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep. If you’re good little boys, you’ll get your phone for an hour before lights out. Are we clear?”

“But sir, my wife-”

“I DON’T GIVE A GOOD GOD DAMN ABOUT YOUR WIFE,” König roared.

The man shrunk into himself like he’d been burned by the flames of König’s fury.

“You are to carry your phones in lockboxes for the next two weeks! Are we clear?” König snapped.

“Yes sir,” the two miserable whelps squeaked out before König finally relaxed.

The goliath finally stood straight before them, “All three of you! Dismissed!”

“Yes sir,” the three men saluted and slunk off miserably.

Just as Mandulu looked like he couldn’t be in any worse of a state, König called out, “And Mandulu?" the man raised his dark for eyes, "I’m disappointed.”

The poor man looked like his whole spirit had just been crushed to dust. His face crumpled in just briefly before he quickly turned his face and quietly left.

You watched the poor man leave with his tail tucked between his legs before turning to look at König. He was shaking his head slowly as he turned his back on his soldiers, all of whom were watching him for further instruction. He quietly turned to them, barked a couple of commands that had the soldiers scurrying into actions, then turned back to stare off into the distance. Incidentally, that was right at you.

“Ah!” König stiffened slightly as he locked eyes with you, “meine liebe! What are you doing here?”

“I brought this for you,” you held up the suitcase that had been weighing you down all day.

“Oh mein Gott,” König gasped as he rushed over, “ohhhhh mein Gott meine leibe I can’t believe you found this. I can’t believe I forgot oh mein Gott.”

“I figured you might need it,” you laughed as you handed the suitcase over.

“I knew I was forgetting something, but this? If one of my superiors saw me without this,” König shuddered, “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Well it’s a good thing I got it for you!” you smiled brightly before scowling, “it was really hard to find you though.”

“Oh?” König put the case down and put his hands on your shoulders, “where did you think I was?”

“Well, first Horangi took me to your office-”

“Please tell me he didn’t take you inside,” König groaned.

“He did,” you chirped, “but he did knock twice at least.”

“Well that’s something,” König grumbled, “so where did you go next?”

“We went to the cafeteria afterwards,” you placed your hands on König’s hips and shifted from side to side.

“You went to the cafeteria? Why didn’t you come here first?” König scoffed in mock offense.

“König,” you cupped his masked face in your hands, “I know you too well to not check the cafeteria second.”

König sniffed indignantly but let you continue your regales of your odyssey.

“So anyways, when you weren’t in the cafeteria, Horangi took me out here to find you! It took us a couple of tries, but we got here in the end!” you lightly kissed the inside of his wrist, making him chuckle sheepishly.

“So you saw all that?” König grimaced.

“All of it,” you told him, “I feel kinda bad for them though…”

“Ach,” König scratched the back of his head, “Jefferson and Young are fucking idiots, but Mandulu is usually one of my best. I don’t know what got into him today…”

“Maybe he’s going through a tough time?” you asked.

“I really hope not,” König winced, “if he is… Well, I can’t apologize. And if he were out on the fields it wouldn’t matter, so this is a good experience. Still,” König paused as he looked off to where Mandulu left, “I hope tomorrow is better.”

“Can't you go easy on him?” you asked hopefully.

“It’s because I like him that I have to be harder,” König patted your head lovingly, “if I’m soft, he’ll never be what he wants to be. If I’m hard on him, he might get to my rank in a couple of years.”

“That fast!” you whistled, “he must really be something special.”

“I was the one who put him up for promotion,” König brought his hands back to his hils, “but… You weren’t upset by any of that, were you?”

“Not really,” you shook your head, “if anything, it was kinda hot.”

“You thought me going red in the face is ‘hot’?” König shook his head in disbelief, “you’re a strange woman.”

“It’s cool to see you when you get all angry and stuff,” you chirped, then quietly added, “it would be hot if you yelled at me like that.”

“I don’t want the neighbors to know about your kinks,” König drawled as you blushed, “but if you really want, we could always try something when we get home.”

“Could we really?” you grinned eagerly.

“Well, not like that,” König pointed over his shoulder at where the three men had stood, “but I’m sure we can figure something out. Now,” he picked up the suitcase, “do you need a lift home?”

“I’ll be alright,” you assured him, “do you need me to go?”

“I'd hate for you to go so soon. If you like, I can meet you back in my office, but as you can see I’m a bit busy just right now,” König gestured over to the soldiers hauling a massive log over their shoulders from one end of the muddy field to the other.

“Can you at least give me a kiss before I go?” you asked.

“Of course,” König laughed.

Without missing a beat, König lifted his mask up to lean down and press a kiss against your lips. He held you tight briefly, then let you step back from his grasp. His eyes shone with an undying warmth as he took in your form once more.

“Colonel König has a face!” a soldier screamed in the distance.

König closed his eyes as he let out an exasperated groan.

“They’ve never seen your face?” you asked.

“They’ve never been on the field with me,” König explained before ruffling your hair, “now go to my office. I’ll be there soon, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too,” you blew him a kiss as you walked off back to the main building.

As you did, you could hear König raging and roaring at the soldiers from behind you. You felt bad, but you knew you’d be on the receiving end of König’s rage soon enough. Funnily enough, you looked forward to it.

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kaydens-agere · 3 months ago

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Could I request something with cg!logan and fem!reader plss? Id love to see more of this on here 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Left Behind || Caregiver Logan Howlett x Fem Little Reader!!

Hii thank you for the request :D Sorry this took a bit lol I've had work to do for my baking course but here it is, I hope you like it!!

Logan groans as he stretches out on the bed. He's had yet another long mission today and he's completely exhausted. It's nearing 2am and he's ready to crash for the night.

However, before he can completely relax, he hears a quiet knock on his door. He can tell it's you because he picks up on your scent, and he can also tell that you're little. Your scent changes depending on your headspace. It's a very specific scent that's hard for Logan to put into words.

He quickly gets up from his bed and opens the door. You're standing in his doorway, looking up at him with big eyes, paci in your mouth and a big fluffy blanket dragging across the ground. He's surprised that you're even up this late, you're usually well and truly asleep by now.

Logan's surprised expression softens as he sees you whine and do grabby hands at him, wanting to be picked up.

"Hey, sweetheart." he says softly as he picks you up.

"Hi, daddy." you reply softly, struggling to talk a bit around your paci. You gently nestle into his shoulder.

"What're you doing here, hm? I thought you'd be asleep by now." he gives you a small bounce and carries you into his room. You let out a hum, thinking about what you're going to say, before replying.

"Was waiting for you." you say quietly. "Missed you."

His heart ached a little when he heard your response. He hates leaving you behind when he has missions, especially when you're little. You try not to show it, but he knows how much you miss him. He can smell the fear on you whenever he says goodbye.

"Oh, honey. I missed you too." he says softly, putting his forehead against yours. "You have no idea how much I've missed my little girl."

He starts peppering you with kisses, you let out giggles and squeals as he does so.

"Awww, you like daddy's kisses, don't you?" He says before gently booping your nose.

You grin up at him and nod, but he can tell that somethings off. You're clinging onto him and being less vocal than you normally are, whether it's actual words or just babbles and sounds. It concerns him.

"You're holding on pretty tight there, honeybee." he teases gently.

He playful smirk turns into a frown as he hears a small whine escape your lips before you cling on even tighter.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I was only joking. You know I don't mind you clinging."

"That's not whats wrong." you murmur, your voice muffled from your head being tucked into the crook of his neck.

"What's wrong then, angel?" he asks gently, reaching one of his hands up to pet your hair.

Despite your voice being quiet and muffled, he can understand the next six words you say loud and clear;

"I don't want you to leave me again."

Those words send guilt right through him, he holds onto you a little tighter and sits on the bed with you in his lap. He hears a sniffle, which sends another pang of guilt through his chest. He starts to gently rock you in his arms to try and calm you down before speaking.

"I'm not going anywhere tonight, baby girl. Daddy's gonna stay right here, okay?" he presses a kiss to your forehead. "I hate leaving you for so long, I think about you a lot while I'm gone, y'know." he says gently.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a little while with Logan gently rubbing his hand up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You eventually calm down and speak up again.

"What if you get called out again tonight?" you look up and him as your lip starts to quiver.

"Oh baby, if I get called out tonight, I'm sure as hell not going anywhere. Not only do I have you to take care of, which I've been looking forward to all damn day, but I'm also tired and sore. Daddy needs his rest." he reassures you.

"You don' have to look after me if you wan' rest." you say quietly.

"This is my rest, baby girl. I love looking after you while you're small, helps me heal just as much as it helps you." he brings his hand up to your cheek.

You shift in his lap to lay back against his chest, sighing softly.

"Thank you, daddy." you say quietly. "I love you."

'He runs his hand through your hair again and gently pulls your blanket over you.

"I love you too, baby. I love you so much." he gently kisses your forehead.

You let out a yawn and settle down more into his lap. He chuckles as he watches you get comfortable.

"You getting tired there, bub?" he asks you quietly. You nod and let out another big yawn.

"Get some sleep, sweetie." he says gently.

Your eyes slowly close as you drift off into a peaceful sleep, laying safely in Logan's lap.

#wolverine #wolverine agere #logan howlett #james howlett #logan howlett agere #james howlett agere #xmen #x men #x men agere #x men age regression #age regression #agere #sfw agere #fandom agere

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en-dazed · 1 year ago

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stay with me - yang jungwon

PAIRINGS: idol!jungwon x nonidol!reader

GENRES: fluff, slight angst

WARNINGS: none

SYNOPSIS: jungwon is away on tour and you miss him

WORD COUNT: 1k

A/N: heavily inspired by jungwon’s late night lives, this is just me feeding everyone’s delusions even more

likes, reblogs and any interactions are appreciated <3 as always, let me know if you liked it!

The weight of exhaustion bore down on you, making it increasingly difficult to keep your eyes open. You blinked several times, trying to fight off the drowsiness that threatened to pull you into the depths of sleep. Your mind, however, was still fixated on the absence of any messages or calls from the boy you had been eagerly anticipating.

You went through the mundane notifications on your phone; a message from your brother asking if you had eaten the last slice of leftover pizza, a missed call from Chaewon with texts that followed asking if you wanted to go out that night (which you had ignored) and an alert from a game on your phone that told you your lives had been restored. Nothing from him.

The time on your phone showed that it was well past midnight now, hours past the time he would usually call you. You sighed, feeling a mixture of disappointment and concern. It wasn't like him to go silent without any explanation. You scrolled through your recent conversations, reading the messages he had last sent.

won ❤️: sorry love, i’ll be really busy today

won ❤️: have so many schedules

won ❤️: i miss you so much sweetheart

won ❤: i’ll call you tonight, i promise!!!

You had replied back telling him it was alright and that you missed him as well but the words below the message showed that he hadn’t even seen it.

You weren’t aware of drifting off to sleep until you were startled awake by the vibration of your phone that had fallen from your hand to your bed. Groggily, you picked up the phone, squinting at the bright screen.

As you focused your bleary eyes on the screen, your heart skipped a beat when you saw his name flashing on the caller ID. Swiftly, you answered the call, your voice laced with a mix of relief and exhaustion.

“Won!” You said, with as much excitement as you could muster with how sleepy you were.

"Hey sweetheart," his voice sounded strained, filled with a mixture of apology and fatigue. "I'm sorry for not reaching out earlier. It's been a crazy day, and I couldn't find a moment to breathe, let alone call you."

The only thing on your mind was relief, happy to hear that he was alright. “I was starting to get worried," you admitted, your voice tinged with concern and relief to hear that he was alright. “I’m just so happy you’re here now.”

A sigh escaped his lips, filled with a hint of regret. "I'm sorry for making you worry. The only thing that kept me going today was knowing I would be able to hear your voice at the end of it.”

You could hear the weariness in his voice, and it tugged at your heart. Despite your own tiredness, you mustered up a comforting tone. "It's okay, Won. I know how exhausting it’s been for you lately.”

He let out a grateful sigh. "Thank you, sweetheart.”

There was a moment of silence before you asked him,“Can I see you? I really miss you.”

You could almost hear the smile on his face as he answered you. “Of course, love. Wait, I’ll turn on Facetime.”

Excitement welled up within you as you prepared to see his face, even though exhaustion still lingered in your bones. You adjusted yourself in bed, propping up some pillows to sit more comfortably. With a few taps on your phone, the Facetime call connected, and his familiar face filled the screen.

Despite the horrible lighting on his end and the weary look on his face, your heart sped up at the sight of your boyfriend. Seeing him brought a rush of emotions, from relief to joy, as you took in his tired but warm smile. "There you are," you said, a mix of affection and longing in your voice. "I've missed seeing you so much."

He chuckled softly, his tired eyes lighting up. "I've missed seeing you too, sweetheart. It feels good to finally hear your voice and see your face."

“Did you wash your hair?” You asked, noticing the way his wet bangs stuck to his forehead.

He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah, I took a shower after practice. But I’m way too tired to fully dry it right now.”

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you watched him, feeling a wave of fondness wash over you. "You're adorable, even with wet hair," you said, a smile playing on your lips. "But you should dry it before you sleep or you’ll get sick."

“Don’t worry love, it’s half dry now anyways. I promise I won’t get sick.” He smiled at you endearingly.

You felt a pang of sadness go through you and you fought to not show the sudden change in emotion. “I wish you were here.” You whispered.

Jungwon’s smile softened and a hint of sadness flickered in his eyes as well. “I know sweetheart. I wish I was with you too. I would do anything to be with you right now and hold you close.”

The distance between you felt particularly heavy in that moment, and the exhaustion you both carried seemed to intensify the ache of missing each other.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, the ache of longing intertwining with the warmth of love in your heart. “Just four more months to go.”

He nodded, pouting his lips and playfully blowing a kiss at the screen. “I’ll be there before you even know it.”

You giggled, repeating the action back at him. “I love you Won.”

“I love you too sweetheart,” He yawned through his words as he shifted back on the bed, settling onto his pillow.

“Do you want to sleep?” You asked and he shook his head.

“Stay with me.”

You knew from the way he was barely able to keep his eyes open that he was already on the cusp of falling asleep. A soft smile tugged at your lips at the sight of your sweet boy struggling to stay awake for you.

“Always.” Your words were barely audible and you weren’t even sure if he heard them as his eyes closed fully and his breathing slowed down. You stared at the boy lovingly for a few seconds before putting the phone down next to you, still on Facetime as you got comfy on bed as well.

And just like every night since he had gone on tour, you both drifted to sleep on call; dreaming of the day that you would get to sleep next to each other once more.

#enhanet #jungwon x reader #jungwon imagines #jungwon drabbles #jungwon fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen headcanons #jungwon headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines

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yourstingrey · 8 months ago

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do you think you could write a luke x y/n friends to lovers based on too sweet by hozier? Maybe have it be a little angsty like someone tells him he’s not good enough and so he distances himself. I really love your writing and feel like you would write it beautifully.

Too Sweet Pt.1

Thank you so much for this request I loved this idea its so cutie im so sorry it took so long for me to make but hopefully Ive done it justice this one is a bit short but I kinda reallyyyyy wanted to put it into separate parts (which i swear wont take as long but it will be longer cus i gotta get that juicy angst in better!!!)

Hot.

That's all I felt as I was training, That's all I ever feel when I train with Luke. Not because he’s insanely hot himself but he has to put his all into everything even if I ask for practice with sparing. I'm crouched down a bit less like a fighter's stance as Luke has already got me winded but I try to hold up my tough gaze as he stands in front of me mirroring my stance except he's not tired at all it looks like he has even lifted a finger but this is our third go and unsurprisingly he's won every time so far. “Y/N/N are you sure you don't wanna give up? I'm not sure I can watch your face get all sad when you lose again.” He’s smirking as he talks and for a second he puts his hand on his chest to fain sadness about me. In that split second, I take the opportunity to try to tackle him to the ground.

He lets out a surprised Oof before he hits the ground I try to grab his hands to pin them down “I'm not so sure Luke I think you be pulling your sore loser face” Of course I didn't learn from Luke as my talking got me too distracted as Luke flips us over and now he's pinning me down into the dirt. He simply smirks and does a little tilt of his head pretty much signaling id lost. He stood before holding out his hand for me to get up which I gladly took from him. “Luke, I asked for practice. I thought you were going to go a little easy… I'm gonna have to sleep early or I'm gonna be so sore.” Discomfort on my face as I brush the dirt off my shorts and shirt “About that…” Luke says with a certain tone I've learned means ‘I'm gonna try really hard to convince you to do something you're really not gonna wanna do’ “Oh god what is it, Luke…?” A mischievous look spread across his face “Apollo kids are having a small lake party tonight and I was thinking I could take you” I let out a taut laugh before squinting my eyes playfully at him “Weren't you already out partying last night! Chris was telling me all about it!” I watched his face flush a bit as he stood there watching me talk before stammering his words “Wait- when did you see Chris today I wasn't with you??” I narrow my eyes at him a bit “This morning I went on a walk and I ran into him yknow you're not denying it soooo i'm right you did go out…?”

He gets up from leaning against a pillar to come put his arm around my shoulders and start walking out of the arena “Well yes.. But! I wasn't hanging out with my best friend so that's why I'm telling you that you gotta come out this time!”

“Luke you're always out so much lately don't you think YOU especially should rest, oh so great swordsman!” I clasp my hands to my chest whilst looking up through my lashes at him. He lets out something between a laugh and a scoff “You know that I do this all the time you're the one who always stays cooped inside her cabin almost all day usually!” Our steps absentmindedly got slower as we approached my cabin “I don't know Luke… I promised I was going to hang out with my siblings tomorrow and if I party with you I might forget or sleep in'' He opened his mouth to rebuttal me but I quickly cut him off “And andddd! You know I don't like to drink. I'm too nervous about being caught!”

We finally got to my cabin but I stood outside because I knew Luke wouldn't be satisfied unless I let him try to convince me one last time. “For one, You see your siblings every day you live with them. Plus I know some of your siblings are coming tonight anyway!” I go to open my mouth ready to shut him down already but before I had the chance Luke swiftly made sure to playfully cover my mouth with his hand before tsking at me and putting his finger to his lips shushing me “Ahem as I was saying YN, I'll be with you the whole time you can rely on me the whole time, just go this once for me and if you hate it I'll never force you to come again!”

He lowered his hand from his mouth to reveal my lips in an exaggerated frown. He let out a loud laugh before huffing out what sounded like ‘Oh c'mon now’ but it fell on deaf ears as his fingers went to my sides to get me to let out a laugh (well more than just one) I laughed so hard at his relentless tickles hunching myself onto him before we heard the laughs of my sibling behind and Luke turned back into a stoic statue practically I let my laughter die awkwardly as he separated from me. Rocking back and forth on my heels I look back at him “Well okay I guess I'll think about it… but this isn't a yes okay!!” He let out a small chuckle before slowly starting to walk backwards “I’ll see you later tonight” he flipped around completely to start walking away I let out a small laugh turning away to walk to my cabin door before something dawned on me, I flip around and yell back out to him “Wait Luke how will I know where to go!!” He turns back to me putting his hands behind his head with a sort of arrogant smirk on his face

“Don't worry about it, I am a messenger aren't I?”

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan angst #pjo x reader

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storiesbyjes2g · 4 months ago

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3.142 Keep it in the family

After that rather heavy breakfast, I suggested we head to Gilbert Gardens for a stroll around the lake to burn off the calories and the effects of such a serious conversation. He told me a few stories from his childhood and how he and Mama met, which was a story I had actually never heard before. They were at a bar, and she turned around and told him he was beautiful and asked him out at the end of the night. It wasn't hard to imagine her being so brazen, but I only knew the more matured and careful version of Emerald Kierra Pope. Heh, I still couldn't believe Dwayne called her "Kiki." That sounded like a completely different sim, but I suppose she was a different sim then. While I enjoyed hearing happier stories of my parents' youth, I found it odd he would tell so many about him and her. Did he miss her? She must have gotten to him. I hadn't forgotten about them acting weird lately. Maybe what they say about the things we remember at the end of our lives is true. No one on their deathbed lamented about not making enough money or buying a bigger house. No one remembered the petty arguments and dumb stuff we did. It was the good times and people we loved, and he still loved her.

It was quite hot that afternoon, and Dad got tired and wanted to go back home, but I wasn't done with him yet. I needed more time and suggested we go check on Less and the babies, and he agreed. When we arrived, two of the three babies were hungry and screaming. Less already had Arvin, so I took care of Breanna. Dad stood quietly behind us, admiring how well we took care of them...or something. As soon as Arvin was satisfied, Lex woke up and demanded a meal too. Like every other visit, at some point, Dad left to take out trash and do whatever else he could find to help out. The fear of holding newborns must have been pretty strong. If I were staring death in the face, I'd like to think I'd suck it up and hold my long-awaited grandchildren. But to each his own.

Once all the babies were happy and asleep, we retreated downstairs to hang. Mama came in from the pool and was surprised to see us all together in the living room.

"Two days in a row? I should have given you my final wishes sooner!"

"Ha ha," I said flatly.

"You could have just left instructions like normal sims," Dad said.

Mama's head jerked back so far, I thought it would fly off and sock Less in the face. I could count on one hand how many times I saw my parents fight, but each time was dangerously entertaining.

"Did you leave instructions, smartie?" She paused a few seconds for dramatic effect. "I didn't think so!"

He shook his head at her. I could imagine their marriage being full of that, had it continued.

"While we're on the subject," he said, "if you don't mind, there's something I want to discuss with my children."

"Okay. I'll go. But don't be in here traumatizing my babies."

"You've already done that, Mama," I said. "Thanks for that."

"Why, I never! I know where I'm not wanted. I'm going back to the pool!"

He watched her leave, but still didn't say what he wanted to say. Maybe discussing their deaths was just as awkward for them as it was for us to hear about it, even though they spoke so casually about it.

"So...what is it, Dad?" I asked.

"Despite what she thinks, I do have instructions," he said. "But there is one matter left to finalize, and I could use your help."

"Uhhh...okay," Alessia said, nervously.

"Lessi... I want to give you my house..."

"A house?!"

"Yes. But if I leave it to you, I want you to live in it."

"But...I live here."

"I know. After your mom is gone, I thought maybe you'd want to be closer to your brother. My house isn't nearly as big or as nice as this, but it's homey, and there's enough room for everyone."

"But...I..."

She looked so lost. Did Mama not talk to her? Or did she not consider the whole picture? Probably the latter. She was never good at caring about much beyond her nose. I, on the other hand, was giddily distracted by the idea of us being neighbors. Ever since learning Jace abandoned her, I had been trying to think of the best way to help her and the babies. Never once did I consider her moving to live near me until Dub mentioned his rental property. It was the perfect solution for both of us. She'd have family nearby to help with the kids, Des would grow up with faux siblings, and I'd get to keep an eye on Less and be a positive male figure in my niblings' lives. Everyone wins!

"I know that's a big decision," he said, "and expecting you to make it now isn't right, so how about this... I'll leave it to Luca until you decide if you want it or not. But no matter what you decide, I don't want either of you to sell it. I want it to stay in the family."

"But...what do I do with it?" I asked.

"Rent it out and make some money. Or keep it and give it to one of the kids. I don't have a pile of money to leave you like your mom does. This house is all I have. That's why I chose not to rent an apartment when we moved. This house is my contribution to our family's legacy. It can provide extra income for you or a head start for your children or their children as long as it stays in the family."

I had only thought of rental property in terms of a shared living situation like Dub had done. I didn't consider I could take a house I already owned and let someone else live in it while I lived somewhere else. The money tree had already done so much for my family's future, but everything Dad had said opened my mind to so many more possibilities. Just like I told Dub, I could leave Desiree more than just money.

"Of course we'll keep it in the family, Dad."

The evening grew late, and I had to get home to my ladies, so I said goodnight to Dad, silently hoping that it wasn't our final farewell. But in case it was, I gave him a good squeeze and told him I loved him.

I grabbed Less next.

"I love you too. I hope you'll take the house."

"We'll see. You're okay, I guess."

"I KNOW you're not leaving this house without saying goodbye to me," Mama shouted, appearing from nowhere.

"Now, why would I ever think about doing that?" I kissed her on the cheek. "I love you. I'll be back soon."

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #emerald pope #luca winston murillo #alessia murillo #ali murillo #arvin murillo #breanna murillo #lex murillo

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stalkedbytrains · 20 days ago

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Reckonfall Writing Marathon Part 1

Melthana Saint Felix felt the presence hanging outside her apartment all morning. She knew what it meant, what, or rather who, was waiting for her. Probably waiting on the warrant or back up or something.

So she prepared for the inevitable knock, or ever worse the sudden breaking open of the door. She hoped the warrant wasn’t a no-knock, because she was tired of having to pay for the hinges and the lintel to be replaced. In anticipation she made sure to undo all the locks.

After a quick breakfast of a shitty on-sale box of toaster pastry, Melthana got changed into something more comfy than she usually wore, something that would let her sit comfortably in an interrogation room for many hours. Then she took out her service weapon, made sure to put the safety firmly on, unload all the bullets and leave it on the counter in the kitchen. After that she took out the black iron magical font that was the source of her magical abilities. The green fire was already dim and barely lit.

“Yeah, I know,” she muttered to the thing as she pulled it out of the fridge.

She placed it on the counter, opposite the gun.

The empty eye sockets of the multiple melted together skulls looked up at her.

The presence outside was getting closer, so Melthana sat on the floor, knees spread, hands up and behind her head.

She sat there for an uncomfortably long time.

Finally the door opened and instead of the swarm of highly trained and highly armed and armored officers of the law, in walked one person.

Melthana didn’t look up at first, until the person sat down on her couch and put their feet up on her coffee table.

“Don’t worry, I made sure to wipe my feet thoroughly before coming in. I know how clean you like to keep your place,” the voice said.

Melthana finally looked up at the person who just walked in on her.

They had sunglasses on, slicked back silvery gray hair, and a shit-eating grin on their face.

“Well you have me at a disadvantage, but are we going to the station. I can only assume you’re here because you assume I committed some crimes or something. Let’s get on with it.”

“Oh, I’m not here for that.”

Melthana finally put her hands down and started to stand up. “Then who the fuck are you and why are you in my apartment?”

The strange intruder produced a badge and photo ID.

“Maester Zerinnell Keenan? That’s not a name that sounds real. You think I’m some kind of fae?” Melthana asked.

“What? No. I think you’re a human woman who is likely involved in something very bad and I'm here to keep an eye on you," Zerinnell said with a smile as they fished a sucker from out of their jacket and popped it in their mouth. "And what? Nothing you want to say about me being a magic eater?"

"That's the least surprising thing about you," Melthana said. "I felt you coming from a block away. The second question I've got for you, is why the fucking hell did you make me wait for you? Did it really take you that long to finally get your warrant or whatever you were waiting for?"

Zerinnell smiled. "No, I was waiting for you to come out first. There's no warrant. No arrest. Just me."

"You fucking asshole."

"At this rate you're going to be late for work."

Melthana had already slammed the door to her bedroom shut as she hurriedly got dressed for work.

"I know the whole trope of the Internal Magic Review Bureau being nothing but a bunch of assholes is reductive and shit, but you're not doing a whole lot to counter that," she yelled through the door.

"You can't tell but I'm just shrugging," Zerinnell called out. "Why is your apartment so cold? Is it really just the cursed wall?"

"Yes, saves me a ton on my electric bill over the summer."

Zerinnell stood up and was looking closely at the exposed brick wall just inside Melthana's doorway.

"Normally I try to warn people from touching it, but I think you absolutely should," she said as she finally emerged from her bedroom, dressed in her work clothes.

"No thanks. I read up on the curse. Apparently it also affects the apartments above and below you. But you have the worst of it. Someone apparently did some occult rituals and got dragged through the wall. Parts of him are probably still there."

"Yeah, I know. Now get out, I do want to lock my door, when you leave."

Zerinnell skipped out of Melthana's apartment so she could lock the door.

"Hey, do you think you can give me a ride to the station?" Zerinnell asked in an entirely too chipper voice.

Melthana scowled. "You really are following me?"

"Yup!"

"Any indication as to why? What do you think that I did?"

"Oh, I don't want to ruin the surprise."

"If I murder you does that count as entrapment?"

"Nope!"

The car ride was long and annoying. Well more annoying than the morning commute. Zerinnell was an annoying passenger, so when it came time for Melthana to get her six shots of espresso and whipped cream, she "forgot" to get Zerinnell something.

When she finally made it to the station and walked into the bullpen, the second she crossed the threshold, the Captain, a large man that shouldn't be calling out your name bellowed, "SAINT FELIX! OFFICE! NOW!"

"Oooh, big boss man is maaaaad," Zerinnell said with a snicker and another sucker from the depths of their jacket.

Melthana snorted as she walked into the darkened office.

The Captain had drawn the shades so that no one could see inside.

"Detective Saint Felix this is First Captain Berhemel of the Internal Magic Review Bureau," her own Captain told her.

Berhemel interrupted. "Zerinnell, you're late."

"Sorry boss, I had to get a ride," they said as they bumped Melthana when they pushed passed her and into the office to grab the last open seat.

"Berhemel, I swear on the Beasts in the Bay, if I get one mild hint of this not being sanctioned, if you even step one wet toe out of line I will bury you and make sure your own department tears you apart," her Captain threatened with a deep voice that literally seemed to be from the Shadows of Founding.

"Relax Kilmartin, relax. This is all above board, even if it is a little bit unorthodox," First Captain Berhemel said.

"Sir, why? What?" Melthana asked, simply unable to come up with a more complex sentence or question.

"There have been a few cult murders this morning," Zerinnell said.

"And as the resident magic investigator in this district, you are up for it," Kilmartin said.

"But-"

"Christens is having her baby and is on parental leave for the next few months. De Alec is bogged down with that triple homicide from yesterday. You. Are. Up," Kilmartin said without room to doubt or argue.

"Yes, sir."

"But the problem is that these murders," Berhemel said with a sharp, steady gaze on Melthana, "seem to be all fear based. Torture, screams, prolonged and agonizing ends."

"Yeah, and?"

"Well you'll see why we suspect that you were the one to do it, but as your captain pointed out, there's no one else to investigate it. So you'll investigate it. And Detective Zerinnell will investigate you, make sure you don't do anything to the crime scene, the witnesses, or anything else."

"Captain?" Melthana asked, looking for some kind of desperate lifeline.

"Sorry Detective. So far," he said pointedly at Berhemel, "everything is on the up and up. Just do your job and don't worry about the interlopers."

"Interlopers? Oh, I'm hurt," Zerinnell whispered.

"Fine. But I'm not letting this one back into my apartment without a warrant," Melthana said.

Berhemel didn't say anything, but he did turn to glare at Zerinnell who shrugged.

"And I am going to need keep my magic, so if they just keep eating everything up I'm gonna not be able to do my job."

This time, Zerinnell looked at Berhemel. The Captain nodded.

"Sure. I'll make you an exception when we're done here," they said.

"Ok, good. You," Kilmartin said with a menacing point at Zerinnell, "behave yourself in my precinct. Follow the rules. All of them. If I find out that you aren't, that empty place you came from will sound like a blessing. Saint Felix, the case file will be on your desk."

Melthana turned to leave the room, followed closely by Zerinnell. As she left she heard Berhemel turn back to Kilmartin and ask, "How the hell did that one earn your loyalty?"

"That's what you misunderstand, it's not earned, it's given," Kilmartin snapped.

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kolour-me-kourt · 4 months ago

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Chapter Twenty: Bad Bitch named … Karma

He kissed her deeply while holding her tightly like he never wanted to let her go. "How did we get here?" She moaned "does it matter YN? You want me?" He pulls away staring in her eyes "yes I want you Melo" "then don't worry about shit else" it was a whirl wind next thing he knew he was about to be inside her again... it had been too long he had waited for this moment again ..... and then he woke up. It had been a week since he laid down everything out on the table for YN and he still didn't know what he was gonna do.

Melo sits up in his bed "damn" he glanced beside him staring at the Instagram model from last night .... He never really looked at her face cause the whole time he was imagining she was YN.... But she didn't feel like YN.

He shakes her slightly "I gotta head out soon... so it's time for you to go" she cracks her eyes "want some more before I go?" She was on mission to get called back and be chosen.... Of course she didn't realize he wasn't available "uh yeah... just do the work" truth be told he woke up hard because of his dream she might as well solve it while she was here. She smiled he groans sliding his dick out of his boxers as she climbs on top of him.

He studied her face when she slides him inside of herself. "Bounce on this dick don't play with it" she moaned moving her hips up and down. He sighed.....

she's not YN

............

It's been a week... and two days and she still hasn't heard anything from Melo. She was wondering if he had decided to just let her be happy in her relationship and not include himself anymore even though he wanted her. She missed her friend.... She always missed him when she knew she couldn't have him worst thing about it is she had no one to talk to about it.

Her girlfriends felt like she shouldn't be friends with Melo at all and the fact that she missed him... they would be quick to judge and she didn't have time for that.

She also missed Jayson right now he had been on the longest road trip of the season he was so tired between games they haven't even been talking .... That is until Ella was at the game on Boston's side court side with her friends.

Jayson reached out to make sure YN knows he went straight to the gym and back to his hotel room alone.... She had to trust him because if she wasn't going to trust him she should've just broke up with him. But right now she was feeling more lonely than ever before and it sucked. So what did she do? Throw herself into her work even more than before.

Her body had been hurting. She would get some of the sharpest pains and what felt like cramps in her stomach and back but she felt like it just had to be her period coming back hard as ever.

She walked into her office the sound of her heels clicked over the floor she presses the button for the elevator taking deep breaths scrolling through her phone. Her straight long hair moved slightly a man walked towards her dressed nicely she could smell him ... it was clearly expensive cologne. She could tell he was looking her up and down so she took a sip of her iced coffee immediately her stomach started to hurt.

"How are you today?" He asked nicely "I'm great ... it's a beautiful day" "I agree with you" "and how are you Mr.?" The elevator finally comes "Sampson Jonah Sampson and I'm great" "hmmm Jonah Sampson are you supposed to be meeting with YN today?" "Yes do you know her? How is she?" YN smiles "mixed reviews but I love her" "oh okay so what's your name?" "YN" they shared a laugh "what's the Likelyhood of this happening" "very slim you're early and I'm late" "we'll I'm excited to meet you... ladies first" "thank you ... I'll just talk to you now since you're here my office is this way" YN slides her Id across the scanner to get into the back where her office was.

She placed her things down "feel free to sit down you can shut the door if you're comfortable" YN says and sits behind her desk

Jonah shuts the door sitting down. "So what brings you in today?" YN asks

"I think you're the perfect person to help me with this .... I have a small start up company and I've seen the events you do for your company I know this isn't really your job but I know you do it on a budget I would like to partner with you guys" "you want me to plan an event?"

"Respectfully" YN laughed "what do I get out of this?" "We have referrals that we'll bring to your company... on a consistent basis you guys can be our go to HR department since we'll be outsourcing for our HR and we'll pay you" "I'm hybrid so I'm not here all the time ... and I'll be helping not doing the whole thing by myself" "that's fine we need your connections and your expertise" "is it just you? Or?" "I have a partner in my firm named Lorenzo"

"Lorenzo ... okay interesting." She says softly "sorry I didn't hear you" "nothing I was thinking out loud but yeah this sounds fine we can do a contract and set everything up between companies however, funneling your people over here for Human Resources is above my pay grade but I can talk to my boss and let you know ... once I get the okay I'll hit you back" "okay great thank you for your time" "thank you as well nice to meet you" "you too .... See you later... you can stop at the front desk to make our next appointment or I'll call you I still have your card" sounds like a plan" he walks out of the office "open or shut?" He asked "shut please thank you!"

It was 9:25 In the morning and she had already started and finished her first meeting of the day. Her assistant knocks on the door coming in smiling. "Who was that fine man you were talking to" "the guy that just left?" "Uh yeah how many fine dudes you talk to this morning" YN laughed "he was fine?" "Uh yes .... You can look you just can't buy" "I honestly didn't notice he was cute it's so early but he's a possible partner so I'll have to talk to Lisa and Alicia sometime today."

"They're both in their office now I can shoot them a email and ask if you can speak with them soon" "okay that's fine .... What else is on the agenda" "well That depends .... Are you in the office all week?" ".... Except Friday I'm off" "welllll you know they're doing the anniversary party Thursday night at the Marriott dress nicely we're all putting in at least 10 dollars to give Alicia a wine basket" "just the company?" "And partners"

"okay what else?" "Today you have client meetings at 12 and one at 2 ... 12 o clock is a new client. Team meeting is 10:30. Tomorrow is Ashley's surprise so—" YN cuts her off "what surprise" "Liam is purposing" "at work?" YN makes a stank face "fix ya face yes at work apparently this is her favorite place to be" "that's sad ... but anyway" "anyway we're holding up signs for that so I'll just get you when he's ready... you have three client meetings tomorrow at 12,2 and 4 Wednesday you're gonna meet with Mr.Sampson and his partner if Lisa and Alicia give you the green light and I'll move your Friday schedule up to Thursday so once I get to all those people and then hit me back I'll let you know more about Thursday" "thank you Leslie ... especially for holding it down while I been traveling"

"and how has that been" "it's been great" "when you going back to Boston" "it'll be a little while.... I'm focusing here" "why?" "Because I'm a busy woman" "and?" "He's busy too" YN pouts "yeah that sounds right" "bye go do some work instead of messing with me" "I'll let you know when Alicia and/or Lisa email me back" "okay thank youuu" "mhm you're welcome" she leaves shutting YN door.

She glanced at her phone sighing then she picks it up FaceTiming Jayson. He answers pretty fast.

"Goodmorning beautiful" "Goodmorning handsome" "you working hard?" "Hmmm not really ... just wanted to check in on you I missed you" " I miss you too .... I'm thinking about coming there when we have our last road trip game" "don't threaten me with a good time" she smiled "I do miss you ..... all of you" "oh you in drought huh?" "You better be too..." Jayson smiled "of course don't do that" "you said it like it was only me" "mhm how has Deuce been doing on the road trip?" "Good honestly just rolling with the team you know it's his favorite thing to do" "it's good they had a break from school at the same time .... So he can turn up with you" "yeah I'm thankful for my mom coming along" "yeah I know it can be tiring" "definitely but it's been going good so I can't complain"

*knock knock*

"You can go now YN"

Thank you Leslie

"Well baby that was my que .... Call me later? I love you" "I love you too I'll call when I have time" "okay bye" "bye"

YN stands up she gets the sharpest in her side it makes her almost fall over. She clearly made a noise cause Leslie came in "are you okay?" "Yeah ,.. I just got the craziest pain in my back... I think I'm fine now"

"okay I'll walk with you to Lisa office" "thank you girl... shit almost took me out" "what you think it was?" "Idk it was worse than a period cramp though... I been getting them a lot" "girl I need you to pay attention to your body" "after this meeting... I'll head to urgent care" "okay bet let me know if you need me to drive" YN knocks on the door "come on in YN!" Leslie laughed shaking her head as YN walks into the office

"Hi ladies I just wanted to run something by you really quick" "okay" "um so I've been propresitioned to help with planning a party for a company in return they will began to outsource their Hr issues here. I would also like first priority for the cases" YN winces after every word taking deep breaths "sounds good to me what type of company" "a small start up construction company" "oh great yeah you can reach out and tell them you've been approved"

"Well okay thank you when do you need it in writing?" "you're welcome just have the contracts done before you start any work.... Anything else? What's wrong?" "I need to go to urgent care my side is hurting" "yes go now why are you here" "it didn't get bad until I was already here." "Go now and keep me updated" "of course" "and have Leslie drive you if you're having issues" "I'll Uber and bring my laptop" "take care of yourself YN" "I am ... I have things to do too though but yes I'm going now"

She laughs slighty walking to Leslie while going into the Uber app requesting a ride "can you call Jonah Sampson and tell him we've been approved we can start looking at contracts this week and then if anyone else has meeting with me tell them to log into teams ... I'm going to urgent care now" "okay but keep us updated ... let me know what's going on" " I will" YN scurries off getting into the Uber as she's rushed to urgent care. Thankfully it isn't packed and they were moving fast.

Within a hour she was in the back she told the doctor her symptoms they did a few exams and then the doctor was back in her face .

"We're going to have to admit you to the hospital your appendix is inflamed it's gonna have to come out" "um what!!" "I'm shocked you've been walking around it's definitely time to put the work down ... call the people you need to call we're scheduling your surgery for tonight it's very routine you'll be fine" "okay ... I um okay" YN immediately calls her mom and her close friends and then she calls Leslie so she could alert the people who needed to know at work.

She wanted to tell Jayson but she was gonna wait until he called her she didn't want him stressed. After she got moved into her private room at the hospital she dozed off. She woke up to her door opening and much to her surprise it was Jayson.

"Am I hallucinating? What type of medicine did they give me?" He kissed her forehead. "No hallucinations I'm here baby" "who called you?" "Leslie" "remind me to fire her" "she looking out for you ... if you would've had surgery without telling me ... we would have a big issue"

"I was waiting for you to call I didn't wanna text you and have you stressed or have you rush here ... exactly like you did" "why not?" "You we're working" "being there for you is way more important stop playing ... I'm not gonna argue with you like this" he kisses her lips again "thank you for coming baby... I'm so glad you're here" "so tell me what's up.. what you having surgery on?" "My appendix..." "how long you been in pain?" "I thought it was my period honestly .... But that came and gone and I was still in pain I wanted to ignore it" "damn I know you were hurting real bad bae..." "yeah... but I'm glad you're here... again I missed you" "I wish I didn't have to see you in a hospital bed ... you don't have to get sick for me to come see you" he joked "kiss me" he kisses her lips slowly the door opens again and it's her mother.

"You don't look sick to me" YN eyes got wide "ma what are you doing here" "you're having surgery ... and you think I wasn't coming?" "Uh ... well Jayson this is my mama ... ma this is Jayson"

"Pleasure to meet you" he walked over to her extending his hand "under these circumstances?" "Of course not. I didn't mean in that way" Jayson became flustered YN rolled her eyes "ma ... stop" "hi Jayson" her mom says walking over

"So what's wrong with the baby?" "My appendix.... They're taking it out tonight" "well.... I'll be here with you all night" "... it's not necessary ma it's so routine I'll only be here for two days at the most" "I'm not leaving.... It's a bathroom in here?" "Not this door but the next one" YN says pointing "okay I'll be back" "I guess you're in good hands" Jayson says holding her foot "yes" "you want me to leave?" "I want you to stay.... But I understand if you wanna go" he walks back over kissing her forehead

"yeah I'll stay" "when you gotta go?" "I'll at least be here today and tomorrow... after that I don't know yet" "i should be back home by then" "that might be when you need me most" "If they put me out that means I'm good" "yeah... I just don't like the thought of you being home by yourself recovering .... Maybe when I'm not there Melo can check in make sure you good?" YN mom came out of the bathroom

"So Jayson when did you get here?" "Not too long before you ... got on a plane and came straight to her" "how long you staying?" "That's actually what we were trying to figure out .... Are you staying long enough for when she's home?" "I'll stay about a week" "oh okay... so after you leave I'll come back and make sure she good" "anybody wanna ask what I want?" "Nope" they said at the same time cause them both to laugh YN rolled her eyes "ha ha ha" YN says sarcastically

"tell Me what you want" Jayson says walking back over to her. "I just wanted to ask you something" "hm?" "You're gonna stay until after my surgery right?" "Of course why wouldn't I?" "You busy..." "mhm and my girl getting surgery" she smiled "okay Jayson" "what? Does that not sound silly? I don't care how busy I am when you need me I'm there" "I love you...." "I love you more.... Let me go call who I need to call and I'll be right back... want some food?" "I can't eat before surgery 😭" "damn" "you can eat bae" "not up here?" "Up to you...I'll be fine if you come back ... promise" "okay Bae I'll be back soon did you want anything Mrs.Ymn" "No Jay I'm good"

After Jayson walked out of the room YN's mom walk Over. "I guess he alright" YN laughed "just say you like him" "I said he's alright"

YN smiled

*two days later

YN was home recovering nicely. She still felt sore but was up and moving around and working from her bed. Her mom was still there helping with small things. Jayson left early this morning so he could make it to his next game.

She still hadn't told him about Melo because everything had been a world wind. However Lamelo did pop up but just to leave flowers he didn't come in. She sighed yeah the friendship was clearly over it sucked but she gets it. Why hurt him even more? Cause she's not losing Jayson.

After a week or so her mom left and she was back up and moving around normally Jayson couldn't come for another two days but she felt like he was trying his hardest to get back so she understood. She did tell him she wanted to tell him something but it's absolutely nothing to worry about and she just wanted to talk it over in person. He could read her tone so he agreed.

Right now though she was heading out to get a few things at Target. Small items deodorant toothpaste those things. When she opened her door she was instantly met with Lamelo. "I swear I was about to knock" he says quickly "you wanna come in?" "Can I?" "Yeah... come on" she moves letting him walk in "if I'm being honest I was contemplating.... Nice to see you up and moving around" "yeah I'm pretty much back to normal ... just short an organ" she tried to make a joke so he slightly laughed "um so what was the surgery?" "My appendix" "oh well I'm glad you good" "thank you" "so um I been thinking and at this point it's two weeks Damn near.... Um I can't do this anymore .... I'm with other women I'm thinking about you and you .... well I get it I understand I tried to play the cocky role cause you like that hoping you would come back to me but when that didn't work I really was just like .... Damn so I guess what I'm trying to say is until I can Fr get over you we shouldn't have any contact"

"let me just... cause on one hand I get it but on the other... you wasn't in love with me or in like with me until I got in a relationship Melo" "that's not all the way true" "how is it not? Until you had to fight for me you wasn't caring .... But you know what I get it take all the time you need it's been real I got shit to do" "so what?" "I won't contact you Melo" "just like that?" "What you want me to do?" "I don't know what I be expecting from you dead ass" "Me Either!!" "Alright... Jayson wins" YN rolled her eyes

"I'm not some trophy and until you realize that you won't get over me.... That's your real problem you're trying to compete when their is no competition that's my man period" "hmm alright" he walks pass her and then stops turning around "bye YN" she glances over her shoulder "bye Melo" she waits to hear his footsteps and the door open and close before she sat down. She slowly began crying. Her phone began ringing and she realized it was Jayson she didn't know when she would talk to him again so she tried to fix herself and then answer. "Fuck fuck fuck" she says softly

"Heyyyy bab—- what's wrong?" He said "it's about what we need to talk about I just ... ughh I'm so dumb" "let's talk now" "no cause you're gonna get mad and I need to hold you" he smiled "I'll respect that but can you please stop crying?" "Yes of course ... it's stupid anyway" "your feelings not stupid bae" "how was your day" "real good .... I'll be on flight to see you in about four hours" "that makes me feel wayyyy better" "you been up and moving around?" "Yeah I was about to head to target... just gotta get myself together again"

"while you there get me some t shirts and boxers" YN laughed "regular t shirts? Or like under shirts? Or like graphic tees?" "Uh like a black one and a white one" "for any special reason?" "No just need some extra" "oh okay cause you know I'll wash your clothes if you're running low on outfits" "yes I know bae...and I thank you" "mhm always ... that's how you know I love you" "I fucked around and learned how to cook some quesadillas so I wanna fix you those tonight ... how that sound?" She smiled "really good bae"

"I'll cook ... we can talk and makeup...you cleared for sex?" "Sadly no... I have to go back in in tomorrow and he'll let me know then... but it could be like two more weeks" "mmm damn baby... really a drought for us" "you still wanna come?" She pouts "Bae of course I'm coming" "good... I miss you" "just because we have a lot of sex doesn't mean we're only sex... we really in this thing .... I really love you .... Okay?" "Okay" YN hears the door open and it's Brandy and Deuce

"need me to go?" She said softly "wait a second" Deuce comes over talking a mile a minute "I want you to talk to someone real quick this is daddy's special friend Mrs.YN" "Hi Mrs.YN" " Hi Deuce how are you?" She almost wanted to cry even though it was over the phone it was still big. "I'm good how are you" "I'm good too" "hey YN" Brandy said "YN is daddy's special friend" Deuce says to Brandy causing everyone to laugh "hi Mrs.Brandy I hope you're good today" "I'll see you later beautiful ... let me get everything ready so I can see you tonight... I love you" "I love you too" she hangs up taking deep breaths she goes to Melos number deleting the contact and blocking him on social media. Then she gathers herself heading to target.

*four hours later

Jayson had already texted saying he was down the street so she was waiting patiently at the door. When he appeared in front of her she nearly cried.

"I know that's not no tears?" "I missed you soooooooooo damn much" he kisses her lips "promise I missed you more" she takes his hand placing it in her panties. "Oh fuck" he groaned "you know I can't do anything about this..." he slides his fingers inside her and then quickly pulls them out tasting her. "Yes I know hopefully I'm cleared tomorrow" she smiles pulling him in the house fully.

"Yeah but don't rush healing ... over some sex I'll always be here" they began walking to the couch but he remains standing she sits down in front of him smiling "always?" "Mhm which leads me into this talk ... I been stressing about what you had to say especially since you was crying earlier ... so do me a favor and just say it straight up" YN bits her lip sighing

" Melo says he's in love with me....And wants to be with me he also men—" Jayson laughs cutting her off "ima handle this" "what does that mean?" "Exactly what I said ... anything else we need to talk about?" "I was hoping you would elaborate" she said timidly

"bae I told you ... I been telling you so I don't know how to make it anymore plain" she stands up pulling him into a hug "I told him we couldn't be friends anymore until he gets himself together I told him I love you and I only wanna be with you ... I was brutally honest. I only told you because I didn't want any secrets with us... it wasn't to be messy or start anything between you and him" Jayson sighs kissing her forehead "the beef started the moment he came over here telling you that shit .... But okay thank you for letting me know" "I love you" "I love you too"

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paperstarwriters · 1 year ago

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ive come kneeling at your doorstep to beg for that essay on murio and luciels parallels you mentioned 👀💦👉👈

i love loathing lucio so much so it would deal my lil hater ass so much psychic damage and i cannot wait to get rekt

(onlyifyouwanttothoofcoursetakeyourtime)(just making sure youre aware id print that shit n frame it above my bed were it to come to existence)

Hello @tetsuooooooooooo! I know you said I can take my time, ok I'm still really really sorry this took awhile, I've been kinda burnt out from classes lately, and writing a bunch of essays for that lol, but I've managed to make a somewhat coherent argument for my case here lol.

Now, to preface this:

I only really like Lucio as a character to thematically dissect and kick around occasionally for giggles. I am a far, far cry from a Lucio stan, I just find him interesting—like a bug. Honestly I don't think I'm gonna convince you he's in any way a good guy I just might make you loathe him more 😅

I haven't played Lucio's route. I'm too busy and I get too annoyed with some of his antics + the options of reactions that MC is allowed to make. I've only played the side stories and a lot of my understanding of his character is built from Muriel's route (and I know he's much more different in his own route than he is in the others') as well as hearsay from other people talking about Lucio

I know I said that I'd include Aurora's songs in my original statement but that got wayyyyyyy too messy so I'm just opting to exclude them lol. (not to mention youtube is doing a very irritatingly strange thing of deleting and then reuploading Aurora's songs??? so I don't wanna deal with the messy files :/)

With that out of the way here is my essay :)

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Muriel and Lucio are both very, very caught up in how they are seen by others. While it's clearer when it comes to Lucio, it is also made clear in Muriel by the fact that Social anxiety is often caused by stress over how a person is perceived and their mental belief that they are helpless to change that perception. This causes of their self perception are also quite similar, due to their similar histories, but in the same way that there are some notable opposites between them with their struggle for their identity there is also some notable differences in their histories that arguably causes the slight difference in their struggle for their self image.

To begin with their history, Muriel and Lucio are noted to both come from the South. They come from two opposing tribes, and are both eventually chased out of their home and community by 1) a cruel person who arguably causes their struggle of identity and 2) the plague. Of course, the major difference here is that Lucio actively made decisions that would lead to him being chased out of his tribe, he was arguably aware that if it failed he'd have to leave, he just hadn't considered that it would actually fail.

Muriel on the other hand is chased out of his home at a much younger age, and he has no choice in his eviction from his home or his family. There is no action that Muriel could have done that would have allowed him to stay where he was, unlike Lucio who had a clear option that would have allowed him to stay.

Or at least would have allowed him to stay until he grew tired of his mother's attitude towards him.

I don't believe that Morga's cruel and dismissive attitude towards Lucio started when he tried to kill her, rather, I believe that she has been doing that for a long, long time. She often states that she had been "too soft" on Lucio, but I think her "softness" is the same kind we see in Muriel's route. She berates him, she threatens him, she tells him how awful and unskilled he is to everyone else and makes a show of his failures, but when she is completely and fully enraged and is about to hit Lucio, she hesitates.

Is that softness? To her perhaps. To the tribe, perhaps. But not to me, and not to Lucio.

So, despite all of the harsh words thrown his way, he decides to take action to prove her wrong. I'm willing to bet that a lot of Morga's criticisms were about how strong he was and how he was in fact not actually as strong as he could have been, not as strong as he should have been. That's why when he takes action to prove Morga wrong, he immediately snaps to killing her. There is, after all, no better way than showing your power than killing your opponent (we see this belief in Morga when she spars against Muriel and he beats her.) Of course, in hand-to-hand combat, and on fair terms, Lucio can't actually defeat his mother, so he takes to more under-handed methods in order to beat her.

When this fails, it is the first major wound on his self-image. He cannot defeat his mother. He is not strong enough to defeat his mother despite cheating.

So, he runs away.

Besides marking a wound on his self-image, this also marks Lucio's connection to others. Having been exiled from his tribe, he is disconnected from the friends who may have actually supported him somewhat, he is robbed of his connections and separated from anyone who may have actually loved and cared for him (platonically and/or romantically)

Similarly, Muriel's separation from his own family, and his eventual abandonment into the streets of Vesuvia separates him from any stable sense of love and affection as well. Because he was separated from loving parents as a child and was likely surrounded by a number of children who were abandoned because they were unwanted, or because their parents were unable to care for them, Muriel has no other answer than what the other kids give him it is the only answer he has. Further more I believe that Muriel was probably abandoned by that merchant because they were unable to keep feeding him, which he also attaches onto his real parents as to why he was abandoned in the first place.

And so Muriel believes himself to be unloved and unlovable after being separated from family, or any semblance of a family.

Returning to Lucio, he moves on from his tribe and eventually joins a military group(? I think? Idk. I'm sure there was a specific name for it but I can't remember sorry) Once again, this is an act of trying to prove to his mother and to his community that they were wrong, and when compared to the ordinary person outside of their tribe, he's actually a really good and capable fighter. Of course, however, this is inevitably cut short as he looses his arm, and is once again confronted with the fact that he is unskilled as a warrior and so he retreats from his perceived deficiency and takes a different route to getting the love and admiration he wants—politics.

Of course, as we see in Muriel and Asra's childhood tale, this inevitably puts him into direct conflict as, in order to climb the social ladder he offers to "clean up" the streets. While it's largely left up to interpretation as to whether or not the Threat of Asra's safety came first or Muriel's position as a gladiator came first, I can't help but believe that Muriel's position as a gladiator came first, as otherwise, he might've gone out and tried to check on Asra's safety. (though this is mostly a headcannon) I believe that Lucio offered Muriel a chance to have some say in who gets "cleaned up" from the streets, and for Muriel to be able to get rid of the "actually bad criminals". Regardless of whether or not this is true, the arena gives Muriel his first taste of admiration, as people cheer for and adore him, but it also tears that sense of admiration away as he eventually has to come to terms with what he is doing. Whether that sense of dread and awareness was always there or it occurred somewhere in the middle is also unknown but the outcome is the same regardless. Being known and being admired becomes tied to hurting and harming people—because it is the only trait he sees that other people admire, he sees it as his only lovable trait.

And so Lucio and Muriel begin to reflect each other—and I don't mean reflect as in they show the same image, I mean reflect as in we see a similar image, but the image is reversed (*wink wink nudge nudge*). Here Muriel sees himself as only capable of being loved for his ability to commit violence, and Lucio sees himself as being incapable of being loved because he cannot complete the amount of violence he needs to commit.

Now, I feel the need to emphasize here, despite having many people around him who Lucio may truly believe love and admire him, the people around him very likely don't actually care for him very much because they either do not know him well, or they see him as little more than a pawn in a plan, or at least someone who gives them benefits. And even if there are a number of people with genuine admiration for Lucio, it still wouldn't be enough. Admiration is never enough when you lack genuine emotional connections with others, and Lucio, clearly does.

Again, this parallels Muriel who also struggles with a lack of genuine emotional connections to others. Although he has Asra with him, it's clear that, Asra's tendency to be fickle with connections has extended to him as well, especially when Asra spends more time with MC than him, leaving Muriel feeling abandoned and alone. Considering that Asra is the only person we ever really see Muriel connect or talk to, it's no stretch to say that Asra is one of Muriel's only friends, if not their only friend period, and so with Asra disappearing on him as often as they do, Muriel is left feeling that he actually has no connections at all.

Of course once again reflecting each other, where Muriel clearly sees he lacks connections and pretends he does not, Lucio, makes unsteady transactional rather than emotional relationships and pretends that that is enough.

It is of course, not enough, because if it were, he wouldn't have treated Muriel like that, he likely wouldn't have plucked Muriel out at all. Although this is largely speculation, I believe that Lucio treated Muriel the way he did because he feels as if Muriel is the very child Morga would have wanted. He is big and strong, and although not technically skilled if Muriel were raised by Morga like Lucio was, he might've been. This is why his first reaction to seeing Muriel and Morga working together is that Muriel is Morga's replacement son. It's because that's how Lucio had been treating him. Muriel is Lucio's little avatar to live out the glory of being a fantastically skilled fighter who can beat up all of his opponents. This is also, why I believe that Lucio purposefully trained Muriel to be less skilled in fighting than he was. In Muriel's route, Lucio comments that he's always been able to beat Muriel, and while I do in fact believe that Lucio is actually a skilled fighter, despite how he is often presented and despite my arguments above—he's most often a skilled fighter in the technical sense. He knows all the movements, he knows all the strategies, he knows all the underhanded tricks. By not fighting Muriel too often, and refusing to teach him these tricks however much it may be able to help Muriel out in the arena, it allows Lucio to be able to defeat him whenever he wants to. It allows Lucio to make it seem to himself that he is better than the person his mother would have wanted as a son, which I believe to be both horrible but also sad, for both Lucio and Muriel.

With Lucio, it shows how desperate and inferior he feels with his fighting skills, constantly trying to compensate for it something we can also see that in the portrait of himself he has in his room.

For Muriel, it keeps him scared, and keeps him pinned in place despite having realized the consequences of his fighting. Something which only furthers his self-hatred when he realizes he actually could have easily left.

So yes, Muriel and Lucio are both very self conscious people, and while for Muriel his self consciousness stems from people seeing him as a monster, and him believing that he is one although he does not want to be one, Lucio is self-conscious in the fact that he is not seen as the brutal fighting warrior he was supposed to be.

These reflected aspects of each other, alongside of their self consciousness is the very thing they struggle through in their routes, the very thing that MC helps them to get through.

Lucio believes that through various paintings of himself that rearranges his past (paintings of himself as a triumphant fighter, while his mother is demure and elegant), various unfair/practically staged fights, and celebrations of himself on top of it all, he would be able to convince people that he is awesome and amazing and that he deserves to be loved. In doing all of this however, Lucio runs away from confronting the beliefs at his core and wondering if perhaps, what he understood as traits that make a person great may be incorrect—that his mother had not just been incorrect on the fact that he was a failure, but on the fact of what makes a person successful or powerful. By constantly covering up what he sees as deficits, Lucio skims over his own internal struggles entirely which makes him look foolish and annoying as he ignores what's so clearly there for others.

Meanwhile, for Muriel, he is aware of his deficits, and is unable to properly hide them without disappearing completely himself, he tries to figure out and fix all of his problems through introspection and isolation, but it is not something he can do on his own. Muriel of course, can't accept the fact that he may need help. He can't accept the fact that despite what he believes of himself, other people may actually care for him the same way he cares for them, and will actually offer help. And so, as he runs away from people and community, from friends, and possible friends alike, Muriel runs away from his own problems as well, even if he tortures himself with confronting them (I can't remember if he actually does this or if this is a fanfic trope 😅) Essentially, by constantly trying to deal with his struggles on his own, he neglects his connections to others who may help him, or at least offer support.

And then MC comes along, and because they both desperately needed that deep connection to someone else, regardless of whether it is something platonic or romantic. MC is able to leverage their relationship in order to further propel Muriel and Lucio's development into acknowledging the thing they refuse to acknowledge, and finally balance out their coping mechanisms, which, on their own isn't actually unhealthy (Lucio's really good at connecting with others; Muriel knows how to confront his inner turmoil) using that single method as their crutch for their traumas only ever hurts them more.

As Muriel progresses through his route, he grows more connected with his community and people. One meaningful moment that I don't think they give enough screen time in the game is the moment that Muriel is forced to confront people recognizing and seeing him again. He's forced to confront everyone's perception of him, their memory of him and he retreats into the mirror maze where he stares at all these reflections of himself, all reversed images of himself, but he believes them all to accurately represent himself—as if his superficial physical image is what represents himself mentally and emotionally. And then MC (and Morga 🙄) come through to him and pull him out of that panic attack (or interrupt and yank him away from properly addressing the problem in Morga's case 😤) And that's the first step to being loved. As they say, in order to let yourself be loved you have to let yourself be known, and in that first step, choosing to step forward and prioritize the lives of others over his own self image, Muriel begins to be admired by others. Genuinely admired, for traits that he likes in himself rather than traits that he hates.

Similarly for Lucio, (although I haven't played his route so this is largely based on hearsay) he's faced with problems that he Has to face on his own (or at least somewhat on his own) the main one being that he has to confront the consequences of his own actions, he has to acknowledge to himself that he isn't perfect and that he can't be perfect. It's why at the end of his route on the upright ending, he leaves Vesuvia, to take on a life of (semi)solitude to further take some time to improve his ability at introspection, while in the Reversed ending he's still talking with people, still trying to manipulate their perceptions of him (and the MC), and still trying to be a "good boy" (ie. perfect) for the MC.

Now, it may be argued that Julian can/should be included in this struggle of how others perceive him but I raise you this; that guy is the most dramatic ass dude in town and his biggest dramatic act was telling everyone about how horrible he is. He clearly has no issues with how other people see him, but he has problems with how he sees himself, which again, reflects Muriel a bit, but I'm sure most people are familiar with their (more blatant) similarities by now lol

So yea.

Muriel and Lucio are reflections of each other. At their core, they both struggle with the same problem of caring way too much about how they're seen by others, but they cope with (and thus worsen) the problem in opposite ways, so when they take steps to heal themself, they also go in opposite directions, with Lucio needing to take some time to himself to get into his own head, while Muriel needs some time away from himself to get out of his own head.

Essentially they're heading in opposite directions to reach the same conclusion: other people's opinions don't matter as much as your own opinion of yourself and the opinions of the people close to you.

Interesting parallels, no?

Of course, I believe this could've been better illustrated if Nyx Hydra didn't rush the last three routes, but alas, this is what fan fiction and fan-analysis is for lol

Anyways I don't tend to poke around the Lucio side of the fandom too much to begin with so if this has all been said and argued before forgive me for the repetition, and If I've gotten some points wrong, please feel free to correct me! I've mentioned before I haven't really played through Lucio's route so some things may be wrong.

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yoonguurt · 2 years ago

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Day 3 is finally here. It's a day late, but I am so proud of this one. It's one of Ki's favorite men and I really had to do it justice, and I feel like I did. It's longer than I thought it would be, but I'm happy with it. @kwanisms here's your boy.

Pairing: bouncer!Changbin x f!reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking, dom!Changbin, sub!reader, mention of switch!Changbin, reader is a little bratty, big dick!Changbin, dirty talk, nipple play, use of restraints, protected sex. I think that's it?

This is not where you thought you would be by the end of the night. Not even close. Your fun night with your friend had you ending up handcuffed to the bed of a man you had only known for a few hours. Not to say that you were disappointed, not at all, just surprised.

Your best friend, Hyunjin, decided to finally drag you out of your apartment for a night. You had been studying for weeks straight and he was tired of it. You were getting cranky and the stress was really beginning to get to you. You couldn’t deny that it would be good for you, didn’t even try to, you just got dressed. It didn’t take long for you to decide on a skin tight black dress, it fit you perfectly, hugging your curves just right. It came to an end right above your ass with a halter top. It was definitely your ‘fuck me’ dress. You really didn’t have any intention of bringing anyone home or going home with anyone, but the dress made you feel sexy and confident and that was what you needed after weeks of sweatpants and hoodies.

Your platonic better half decided that the newest club was the destination for the night, and you honestly had been wanting to try it out since it opened a few weeks back. Your group took a couple of pre game shots before making your way to the Uber that was already waiting for you. The line for the club was obnoxiously long, and you were immediately regretting your decision to wear heels. It took about 45 minutes of slowly shuffling forward before you finally made it to the door, showing the buff and rather good looking man your ID, stepping inside the club. You turned back to glance at the bouncer, his black hair falling over his forehead. He really was extremely attractive, it made your tummy flutter a bit when he turned and flashed you a smirk, his eyes running over your figure.

Your hand was quickly pulled, making you turn away from the bouncer. You were dragged in the direction of the bar, by no surprise of your own. You had already known that tonight’s goal was to drink and let loose. Though, you had no intention of getting wasted, just a little tipsy to take the edge off and relax a little. The bartender flashed you a smile, asking what you would be having, your mind quickly deciding on a whiskey and coke. The blonde man behind the bar slid you a glass, the amber liquid sloshing a little. “Want to open a tab?” You shook your head no, flashing him a smile back, turning to face the sea of people gathered around the club. You lifted your glass to your lips, the alcohol burning your throat as you swallowed. You could feel the bass through the floor, the few sips of whiskey you had already causing the muscles in your body to relax a bit.

Before you could even finish your drink, Hyunjin was already begging you to dance with him. You knew that that was the main reason he wanted to come out tonight. Dancing was his outlet, how he relieved stress. You had to admit, he was damn good. You had tried to talk him into switching his major to dance, but so far you hadn’t gotten through to him. You decided to chug the rest of you whiskey, setting the glass on the bar before grabbing his hand and letting him lead you through the sea of people to find a spot on the dance floor. He finally found a spot that he deemed good enough and pulled you in front of him to dance. The two of you were close enough for it to be known you knew each other, but far enough apart that it wouldn’t look like you were together. You assumed Hyunjin would want to find someone to go home with, he was always very good at that, so you made sure to leave space for whatever person would eventually set his eyes on. The slight buzz of the alcohol and the music had your body moving fluidly, letting the beat flow through you as you moved your hips. Your eyes were closed, just enjoying the whole vibe of the room when you felt a shoulder brush into yours. You looked around to see Hyunjin passing by you with a bright smile. You turned to see where he was going, only to see him make his way to the dark haired bouncer from earlier. You felt your eyes widen and breath hitch when the man smiled as he gave your best friend a hug. You watched them talk for a few seconds when Hyunjin turned to face you, hand gesturing for you to come to them. You weaved through the bodies, making your way toward the men, your breathing shallow and nerves slightly on fire.

Hyunjin threw his arm around your shoulders as soon as you were in reach, pulling you in close to him as he spoke to the man in front of him, something you couldn’t hear. You felt yourself being pulled back towards the bar and slightly to the right. The three of you walked through door, which led to a small outdoor area that had a few people standing around smoking. You leaned your body up against the metal railing that fenced in the smoking area, the cold material causing you to shiver. “You cold, darlin’?” You lifted your eyes to the owner of the voice, Hyunjin’s bouncer friend, who had now stripped himself of his leather jacket and was holding it out to you. You reached to grab the jacket with a small thank you, your fingers brushing against his felt like a small electrical current running through your hand. “Oh shit, I forgot to introduce you two. This is Changbin. Changbin this is the best friend I’ve been telling you about.” Hyunjin’s words came out in a rushed jumble, making you giggle.

Your eyes flitted over to Changbin, his plain white t-shirt tight over his muscles making your mouth water slightly. He looked absolutely breathtaking. His hair was curling slightly due to the humidity and for you that only added to his beauty. You drug your gaze over his chest, well defined and you desperately wanted to run your hands over it. Next came his hands, god they were beautiful and you just look and fit perfect around your neck. Someone clearing their throat brought you out of your thoughts, you quickly shook your head and lifted your eyes to find that Changbin was already focused on you, a smirk playing at his lips. You’ve never been one to be bashful about being attracted to someone so you just smirked back and gave him a wink.

Hyunjin seemed to be oblivious to this interaction as he quickly grabbed your hand and wanted to go back to dance. You shot Changbin a flirty smile as you followed behind your best friend, who quickly turned around and asked his friend if he was off the clock and if he could join. Changbin looked over you and nodded, followed behind. Almost as soon as your small group got to the dance floor, someone caught Hyunjin’s eye. He lifted an eyebrow in your direction, you gave a giggle and a nod, and the man was off. You watched his back as he disappeared into the crowd, a smile still on your face. “Looks like it’s just you and me now, darlin’.” You whipped around to face him, the smirk still present on his face. You took your first step toward him slowly, each step that followed was a slightly faster pace, until you were looking directly up at him. “Looks like it, big guy.” You should see the way his jaw clenched at your words and it immediately registered that he enjoyed his strength being brought up. You would be using that to your advantage.

You watched Changbin walk away to the bar to get you both a drink, his back muscles flexing as he shifted his body to avoid running into someone. The visual caused you to clench your thighs, arousal already hitting you hard. It didn’t take long for him to be on his way back, his eyes immediately locking into your, iris’ almost black. Just his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, it thrilled you, you knew that you would let this man have you right here on the dance floor if he wanted. You reached for him as soon as he got close enough, hand bypassing the glass in his outstretched hand and going straight around his waist. One of his arms came down around you, drink still in his hand, pushing you farther into his body. You pulled back, finally taking the drink from him and downing it in one gulp, raising your eyebrow in a challenge. The man gave a hearty laugh before taking you up on that challenge. You watched his throat bob as the gulped down the liquid, the sight causing your breathing to speed up. God you wanted this man.

After downing your drinks, Changbin took the glasses back and quickly returned to you, hands finding your waist immediately. You turned in his arms, back facing his chest, and let the music take over. You let your hips sway against him, ass barely rubbing against his crotch. You kept your pace slow, teasing, trying to push Changbin to his limits. With each movement, you pushed back just enough for brush against him before pulling back. It didn’t take long for him to lose his patience, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I know you’re having fun teasing darlin’, but it’s not nice.” You giggled at the impatience in his voice, feeling his hands tighten on your hips before pulling you back against him, your ass coming in direct contact with him. He was hard, very hard and you were beyond turned on at the confirmation of how you were affecting him. You ground your ass against him, pushing back with a little force, a grunt from him followed soon after. His grip kept you flush against him, his hips bucking up into your ass to the beat of the music. The feeling of his hardened member hitting your cheeks was intense. You could tell he was big, but you suspected he was bigger than he felt. You needed him and you needed him now.

You turned around and grabbed his hand, leading him away from the crowd and into a small hallway, which you assumed led to the bathroom. In one of your odd moods you took control, shoving him against the wall, eyes locked on his before they flickered to his lips, an ask of permission. Changbin smirked again and then suddenly your control was stripped from you as he twirled you around, your back now on the wall. His face came closer to yours, and you held your breath in anticipation, his lips changing course at the last minute to land on your neck. He gave the skin a small bite, a whimper falling from your throat at the contact. His tongue flicked out to rub over the spot he bit, soothing it. The next second his lips were on yours, his wet muscle prying your mouth open to dance with yours. His hands slid down your body, finding purchase on your ass, pulling you forward to push your core against him. The contact had you sighing into the kiss, which was quickly becoming more intense and passionate. Your hips started to match his pace as he pulled you against him, your core getting more drenched with each thrust.

Changbin pulled back, taking in a big gulp of air, hair disheveled from your hands running through it. Your gazes remained locked for a moment as you regained your breaths. “You want to get out of here, darlin’? My place isn’t that far from here.” His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation, making sure he hadn’t made you uncomfortable. You nodded your head far more quickly than you thought was possible and you whispered out to him. “Please.” He took one of your hands and pulled you in the direction of the door, reminding you to text Hyunjin and tell him where you would be so he wouldn’t worry. By the time you had texted him and put your phone away, you were already in front of an apartment building, Changbin holding the door open for you. You followed close behind him as he walked to the elevator and pressed the button. He brought your body in front of him, wrapping his arms around you and lips finding a place on your neck. You let out a low moan, not even caring that you were in the middle of his apartment lobby.

The ding of the elevator brought you both back to reality, the doors opening to reveal an empty carriage. Changbin kept his arms around you as he walked forward, shuffling you both into the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor, followed by the close elevator button. As soon as the doors closed, he was back on you. Lips on yours, hands on your ass, cock grinding into your clothed cunt. The makeout was heating up quickly, the dinging of the elevator reaching his floor interrupting the two of you once again. You tried to catch your breath as Changbin pulled you down the hall to his door, his hands fumbling with his keys as he tried to open his door. It took longer than it should have, his hands shaking slightly. Once he finally got his key in the knob and the door opened, he pulled you into his apartment, closing the door behind you. He turned to you, hands going to cup your face as he kissed you, pushing you back against the door. His hands roamed your body, as if trying to learn every inch in a short amount of time, finally landing on your ass, giving a rough squeeze and a small spank, your moan only encouraging him. You felt more force in his grip as he lifted you off of your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist. A louder moan poured out of you, the use of his strength shooting straight to your core.

Changbin pulled back with that signature smirk on his lips, watching you try to catch your breath. “Oh? D’ya like that, darlin’? Like how strong I am? Lifting you with such ease?” His voice was lower than it had been all night and his mouth was directly beside your ear, the heat from his breath falling over your neck. All you could do was give him another moan and roll your hips against him. A deep groan rumbled through his broad chest, turning into a growl at the end. He pulled back from the door, his arms still around you, carrying you through the apartment toward his bedroom. The sheer show of strength had you clinching around nothing, your lips finding his neck, nibbling and sucking your mark onto his skin. His fingers dug into your ass as he carried you, kicking his door open and then closed as he stepped inside. He turned and shoved you against the door again, obviously showing you that he had no need to put you down yet. He could keep you held up for longer. He was the one to find your neck this time, biting with slightly more force than you had, making a mark of his own. You needed more, you were soaked through your underwear at this point, you needed something. “Changbin, please. I need you.” Your voice cracked, full of desperation and lust.

He pulled the two of you off of the door, turning towards his bed before he tossed you, your back landing on his soft bed, body bouncing a little. Fuck, that was hot. No one had ever handled you that way before, even though you knew it was something you wanted. “Why don’t you take that dress off for me, darlin’? Let me see that beautiful body.” His voice, his tone, the commanding hint, it all drove you crazy. You wanted to give him whatever he wanted, but a thought struck you, what if you teased just a little more. You lifted your hands to the zipper of your dress, pretending to fumble with it to drag the tension out. You watched as the fire in his eyes ignited, jaw clenching at your tactics. “Darlin’. If you’re gonna tease, I’ll have to take drastic measures.” He walked to his dresser, opening a drawer and digging around a bit before pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Your eyes widened, your breath speeding up at the sight of this well built man dangling shiny handcuffs from his finger. It didn’t take long for you to make up your mind. “I think you’re going to have to take those measures, big boy.” His smirk turned into a full blown smile at your words, his legs making long strides to get to you. He pulled you to your feet, spinning your body around as soon as you were up, hands making quick work of your zipper. He groaned at the lack of a bra, working on hand around your front to play with your nipple while the other one pushed your dress down farther.

His constant tweaking of your nipple had pleasure coursing through you, your nipples have always been especially sensitive. The obscene moan that ripped through you no doubt let Changbin know just how sensitive you were. “What do we have here, darlin’? So sensitive for me. I bet I could make you come undone just like this.” The thought alone had you clenching around nothing, cunt begging to be filled. As soon as your dress hit the floor, your panties quickly followed, leaving you completely bare in front of Changbin. He dropped his hands back down to your hips, spinning you around once more and taking a step back to take you all in. His pupils were blown out and his chest was heaving and you weren’t sure you had ever seen something so arousing. Changbin ripped his shirt from his body, his pants and underwear following in one swift movement. You let your eyes rake over him and your earlier assumption was correct. He was fucking big. You wanted to feel him on your tongue, taste him, sink to your knees and take all of him. He could tell what you were thinking, you were sure of it, but you felt no shame in your thoughts. “Maybe next time, darlin’. Right now I have plans.”

So, here you were, handcuffed to Changbin’s bed, waiting for his next move. He had been standing and looking at you, eating you with his eyes, for a couple of minutes now and it had you squirming under his intense gaze. Finally, after what felt like years, the bed dipped as he knelt on it, making his way between your legs, spreading them to make room for himself. He leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips before trailing his lips down your neck, down your chest until they stopped at your breast. “Let’s test my theory, shall we?” He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, hand coming to massage the one not in his mouth. You arched your back, moaning loudly and he pinched your pebbled bud in between his thumb and forefinger. His teeth grazed your other nipple gently before he bit a bit harder, the sensation shooting straight to your aching cunt. He had just started and you already felt your high approaching. Changbin popped his mouth off of you, switching sides and sucking your other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment. “Bin. Bin I’m close.” This was a completely new experience for you. No one had ever been able to bring you to orgasm just from playing with your tits. You felt the vibrations of his groan shoot through you, pushing you even closer to the edge. “Go on, darlin’. You can let go for me.” As if his words were what you had been waiting for, your high hit you hard, a scream ripping from you, not even sounding like you.

Changbin lifted his mouth off of you, his hand coming to brush your hair from your face as he asked if you were ok. All you had the strength to do was nod, punctuating it with a lift of your hips, a silent beg for more. He chuckled above you, mumbling something about you being such a needy girl and you whined, as if to confirm his statement. His hand slid down your body, making its way to your core. You wanted to touch him, wanted to dig your nails into him. You tugged at the handcuffs, itching to get your hands on him. “Ah ah, darlin’. You gotta stay just like this.” You pouted at his words, his only response was a dark chuckle, watching you gasp as his fingers slipped through your folds. “Fuck, darlin’. You’re so fucking wet, bet I could slip right in, wouldn’t even need to prep you anymore. Would you like that, darlin’? Want me to just slid in and fuck you good?” His voice was filled with tease, but you wanted it. You wanted him to fuck you sensless. “Please, Changbin. Please.” Your words came out in a whine and you watched him reach into the top drawer of his bedside table, coming out with a condom between his fingers.

He quickly ripped the package open, sliding the latex over his cock and gave himself a few pumps. He repositioned himself between your legs, spreading them a bit more to accommodate for his larger frame. He brought his face to yours, giving you a slow kiss, tongue pressing into your mouth. You felt yourself getting lost in the kiss only to be brought back as Changbin pushed his length into you in one thrust. You were so drenched that the pain was almost non existent, there was only pleasure. He didn’t slow down, once he was inside, he kept a steady pace, balls hitting your ass so hard you could hear it throughout the room. “Fuck, darlin’. You feel like heaven. So warm and wet. So tight for me. No way I’m gonna last long. Fuck.” His words made your eyes roll back, his cock angled just right to hit the spongy spot inside of you. You couldn’t stop your moans, they just kept falling from your mouth, Changbin’s groans matching. He sat back on his heels, hands wrapping around your hips, lifting you off the bed as he continued to pound into you. You were so close, your hands were thrashing in the cuffs, begging to be set free. “Come on, darlin’. Let me feel you. Cream all over my cock.” His words, the strength of his grip on your hips, the brutal pace he thrust into you, it was all too much. You came with a scream of his name and he followed after a couple more thrust, a deep growl coming from his throat.

The two of you took a moment to catch your breath, Changbin kissing you softly as he unlocked the cuffs and rubbed your wrists, asking if you were ok and if they hurt. You made sure he knew that you were completely fine, fucked out even, which caused the man to smile and laugh softly. He removed the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the can beside his bed, falling beside you after. The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, just allowing yourselves to regain your senses. Changbin broke the silence suddenly.

“Give me a few minutes and then you can use these on me.” A smirk on his face and the handcuffs dangling from his finger.

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Nitimur in Vetitum

chapter four: umbra (shadow)

"Many of Lucretia’s letters from the first century survive, the most notable being a letter she sent to her brother Gaius in late December. The letter contained one singular sentence, ‘Hoc est inceperat.’ It has begun." -The Life of Lucretia Augusta by Adelaide Lyons

One the Day Before the Ides of Iunius (12th June, 44 BCE)

Lucretia was pacing. As she had been since the morning. Gaius had sent a letter saying that he was coming over to see her later in the day. She was expecting it, it had been three days since they had seen each other and he never wanted to stay away long. But this time was different. This time she had a secret to tell. It has been two days since her and Agrippa had changed the nature of their relationship and neither had told Gaius yet. He needed to know, Lucretia knew that, but... what if he wasn't happy about it? If she was forced to choose between the two men who made her feel so good... what would she do?

Lucretia thought she knew her brother, knew that he would be fine with her relationship with Agrippa. There were rumours after all that he had already begun fucking multiple other women in Rome, including Cicero's young, pretty wife. If he was, why would he be bothered by her fucking their friend?

"Domina?" Lucretia turned to Maxima, who was standing in the doorway, "Your brother is here."

"Let him in," Lucretia sat on the sella curulis that she had placed in the atrium.

Gaius entered the atrium with a smile that quickly faded when he saw the expression on Lucretia's face. "my sweet sister, why are you sad?"

"I am not sad my dear Gaius," she paused, "I am worried."

Gaius walked closer and took a seat beside her and reached out to take her hand in his, "what worries you?"

"I did something Gaius, something I worry will anger you," Lucretia confessed.

"You would never do anything that could anger me sister."

"I fucked Agrippa."

Gaius blinked.

Lucretia pulled back.

Gaius sighed.

Gaius kissed her.

Lucretia let out a small sigh and lent into the kiss. After a moment they pulled apart and Lucretia smiled, "you aren't angry with me?"

Gaius laughed, "angry that you fucked my friend? The only person in this city, beside you, that I trust? No, I'm not angry with you." Gaius pulled her in for another kiss and Lucretia giggled.

After another moment of kissing Gaius pulled back, he stared at her for a moment and Lucretia furrowed her brows, "what?"

"You didn't think that I saw the looks that passed between the two of you? You look at him like you look at me Lucretia," Gaius said exasperated.

Lucretia blushed, "well... men often don't notice these things, he didn't."

"I am not most men," Gaius said.

"No... you aren't."

The Day After the Ides of Iunius (14th June, 44 BCE)

Two days. It was another two days before the three... friends... were in a room together again. Gaius and Agrippa had been busy dealing with the change of events after Antonius had been granted the governorship of Cisalpine Gaul, spending the last two days bribing people for support and convincing veterans to join the 'personal guard' that the young Caesar had gathered since his return to the city.

Now the three were seated in the tablinum of Gaius's home, drinking wine and talking. The air was thick, both men dancing around the subject before them, it was frustrating. She'd endured it since lunch and was tired of it now. "Oh will the two of you just get it over and done with already."

They both flinched, looking at her with wide eyes, "wha-"

"-you've both fucked me," Lucretia cut Gaius off, "you both want to keep fucking me and I want to keep fucking the two of you. Now talk."

Both paused. Agrippa opened his mouth to speak, paused, and closed it again. Gaius looked between them, sighed and spoke, "Agrippa, you are my closest friend, I trust you with my life..." he looked at Lucretia, "if my sister wishes to continue... relations with you, I have no objection."

Agrippa and Gaius held each other's gazes for a moment. "You really do mean that..." Agrippa laughed, "well, I think that we will be completely fine Gaius."

"Not that either of you could tell me who to fuck," Lucretia interupted their constant stare off with a smirk. They men both laughed, Gaius reaching out to place his hand on her leg, "no I don't think even Juno could manage that."

"Given that I am currently betraying my husband with the two of you, I do doubt that Juno can stop me," Lucretia stood and moved forward so she was sitting on the edge of Gaius's klinai leaning over his legs.

Gaius ran his hand up her side and smirked, "here now? We're not alone my sweet-"

"No, we aren't," Lucretia reached out and took Agrippa's tunic in hand, pulling him closer, "we're together, and to make sure there is no... anger... between the two of you," she pulled Agrippa even closer, "kiss me, my brave Agrippa."

Agrippa paused, his eyes darting to his friend. "I said, Kiss Me."

He didn't hesitate again.

The elder pushed her back into Gaius's arms who laughed softly and began to press kisses into Lucretia's neck.

After a moment of kissing Gaius pulled away from her, "are we really doing this?"

Lucretia turned her head to him, "yes, we are," she pulled him in for a kiss and then the three of them dissolved into kisses and laughter.

Two Months Later- The Day After the Ides Sextilis (14th August, 44 BCE)

They were gone. They had left and she was alone. For two full months now Lucretia had been alone in the city while Gaius and Agrippa gathered forces in the countryside. It had been a boring two months. Listening in on Silvius's conversations. Smiling at Antonius and Cicero a like. Sending letters in code to her brother and lover to inform them of any new developments in the city. Nothing much had changed in the two months, slight differences in the public support and shifts in the Senate's positions on different policies but nothing notable.

Lucretia was now walking down along one of the side market streets looking at different jewels and golden chains that were displayed on the outside of stalls. Listening as different merchants called out for people to buy their wears. The woman's thoughts drifted as she walked the street, Gaius and Agrippa would be back soon right? They didn't need to stay away for too long to gather men, they already had a sizable force it seemed from their letters, surely they wouldn't need many more.

Suddenly Lucretia was pushed back and fell into the arms of the slave escorting her. "Ow!" a feminine voice said from in front of her. Lucretia looked and saw a small dark-haired girl standing up, her simple blue tunic and noticeable lack of veil signified to Lucretia that she was young. When the younger girl's eyes found Lucretia she was blushing slightly, "I'm so sorry, I should have been watching were I was going."

"It's alright darling, I wasn't paying attention either," Lucretia waved off the girl's apology, "I do not believe we have met. I am Lucretia Caesaris of the Julii, a pleasure."

The girl smiled slightly then an expression of sorrow crossed her face for a moment, "I am Livia Drusilla of the Claudii... I... I must offer condolences for your father's death."

Lucretia smiled softly, "Thank you Livia Drusilla, your condolences are much appreciated." With a glance up Lucretia saw that the sun was beginning to lower in the sky, "it was lovely to meet you dear, I am afraid however that my husband expects me home soon." Livia smiled and nodded in understanding. Lucretia pulled the end of her veil over her shoulder to keep the sheer silk of the slightly muddy ground, smiled one more at Livia Drusilla of the Claudii, and turned to head home.

15th Day Before the Kalends of Ianuarius (18th December, 44 BCE)

She was wrong, they did need to stay away for a long time. Six months, it had been almost exactly six months since her lovers had left the city. Six months of listening and writing, reading and waiting, but nothing had changed. The only difference now was that Marcus Antonius's term as consul was coming to an end at the end of this month, it was almost time to make their move. Though given what she had just overheard, they wouldn't need to make the first one.

She had overheard Silvius and one of his cousins, Lucius, talking about how Antonius was marching north to Cisalpine Gaul. The Senate had granted him the province months earlier, but Decimus Brutus, the current governor and one of her father's murderers, had refused to vacate the province. So now Antonius marched north to force him to leave. That Gaius would love to know.

Lucretia retreated into her cubiculum and ordered a slave to bring her some parchment and ink. After taking a seat at her desk and laying out her parchment she began to write.

'Dear brother,

I hope you have been well, the city is peaceful and the days are quiet. My husband is well, he has been seeing his cousin more often. They often speak of things I do not understand but their company is welcome.

Antonius has not visited me in many months, I hear that his wife is alone in their villa these days. May the gods keep her well.

I miss your company, I wish for you and Agrippa to return to the city soon.

Perhaps the Beginning of the new year will bring us all back together, if you are not occupied in the North at the time.

Your sister,

Lucretia Julia Caesaris'

Lucretia signed the letter and sealed it with a small piece of wax and her family seal. "Alexander!" she called. The slave came into the room and bowed slightly, "domina."

"Have this sent to my brother, where-ever he may be now."

"Yes, domina." The slave took the letter and exited the room to send it.

And now, they waited for it to begin.

8th Day Before the Kalends of Ianuarius (25th December, 44 BCE)

The reply came six days later. A letter sealed with her family seal but written in Agrippa's hand.

'Lucretia,

It was lovely to hear from you. We are well, spending our days in Narnia, though we are considering journeying to Pisae and spending more time on the coast.

I miss your company as well, my sweet, and pray everyday that Victoria will grant us victory so we may return to you.

We may indeed return in the beginning of the new year, though signs show we might still be in the North at the time.

I await your next letter with bated breath,

Agrippa.'

Lucretia smiled, held the letter for another moment, then held it over a candle till it caught fire and burnt the parchment to ash.

Just as she was contemplating what to send in a return letter, the sound of two raised voices reached her ears. Lucretia stood slowly and creeped out of the room and into a small alcove that sat near the atrium. "He has reached Decimus?" Her husband.

"Yes, he intends to besiege him in the town of Mutina and wait until Decimus must fight." Lucius.

"Will it work?" Silvius sounded worried.

"Not before the new year. Cicero has been speaking to Hirtius and Pansa, I fear they will not support this action after they are made consuls."

"Well... we must pray to all the gods that Antonius succeeds, he will need his full strength to fight that upstart boy, Gaius Julius has grown quite a large army over these months," Silvius said the second name with such disdain that Lucretia felt her lip curl involuntarily.

She slipped away as the two continued to debate and returned to her room. Well, that concluded what her next letter would say, no use for subtlety now. She pulled out the parchment and wrote three simple words.

It has begun.

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